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urdepressedslut · 8 months
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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡
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♡ Series Pairing: Soft Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader
♡ Series Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.
♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping
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⇨ Chapter One
→ He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.
⇨ Chapter Two
→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.
⇨ Chapter Three
→ coming soon.
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Lee Bodecker
Cheating
🧡 “You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”
Pretty please 🥹
muahahahahahha yes
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All the right questions
Warnings: dubcon, alcohol consumption, angst, cheating on both sides, being addicted to one another even though you know it's bad for you, getting sorta caught, pushy!Lee, implied smut (past and future), this got a little The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, unedited
Relationship: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader
The liquor burned. You should have stopped drinking an hour ago and gone home. Your husband, for all his bullshit, will have called your office by now and the switchboard will have told him nobody was there.
But it would have been the same question as always. 'You makin' dinner before or after cards?' Never questions of when will you be home, you alright honey, you missin' me as much as I'm missin' you right now?
Lee asked all the right questions. Had from the first night at his wife's platter party. Everyone had too much to drink, your husband had been out back smoking one of his nasty cigars with a few of the other men. Florence, or Jane-Lee's wife, was in the kitchen with a few of her friends. You weren't exactly sure how it was just you and Lee in the front room. But for a whole 15 minutes, it was just the two of you, completely absorbed. His hand on your knee with your eyes glued to his pink flushed lips.
And 15 minutes was all it took for the addiction to set in. That little moment, when you had his absolute attention was all you needed to be swayed. Bumping into each other became phone calls and whispers became lunches and kissing in alleys became quick and dirty fucks whenever you could get it.
Except she knew now. Lee's wife. You refused to learn her name, make her a real person because it ruined the illusion, the sneaking around. You were calling it off now. She didn't know it was you, Lee just called saying she found a pair of your panties in his cruiser. Your stomach had dropped into your shoes and you immediately went to the bar. The truth getting out would ruin your lives.
In the beginning, the risk of being caught and the knowledge that you both belonged to someone else was thrilling. It made everything feel stronger, the fucking and the emotions alike. Made the whispers over the phone and in the back seat all the more romantic. You couldn't tell which way was up and that suited you. There was never any of the politics either, you didn't have to act a certain way and neither did Lee.
You drained your martini and stumbled out of the bar. The walk home would clear your mind and being alone is what you really need. Maybe you should take stock of yourself and really think about what you were going to do with your future. Break up with Lee was only going to be the first step.
Speak of the devil though, and he'd likely appear. The cruiser was parked right there in your drive when you got home. Lee leaned against your front porch smoking a cigarette. His gaze dropped to you and your tummy feels like butterfly and spun sugar even though you wish it didn't anymore. He stubbed out his smoke on your porch railing and threw the butt in the bush like it was no big deal.
"Sheriff." You gripped your bag tight and tried to squeeze by the man.
"Honey, you know what callin' me that does. Don't get me started before we can talk." Lee grabbed your arm, keeping you trapped on your pork for all the world to see.
"There ain't nothing to say." You glared at him, tried to muster up as much as anger as you could. "We ain't nothing."
His fingers flexed, gripped your soft flesh hard as he gave you a shake. Before you could yank yourself free, he was on you. His lips, the ones your whole body has memorised, smashed against yours. Lee's other hand wrapped your nape to keep you locked to him. Not that you'd really fight him. Your knees were on the verge of buckling and your mouth was already opening up, letting his tongue lick and stroke against yours. As much as you knew how calling him sheriff riled him up, that hand at the back of your neck made all the sense leave your body.
"Don't lie to me, darlin'. Don't you ever fuckin' lie to me." His ragged breath fanned over your cheek. "This ain't nothing?"
He kissed you again, pressed your whole body back against your front door. Lee's body was warm and giving, his soft belly and his smooth cheeks plain perfection. Without thought your hands went to his belt, your fingers following muscle memory more than you will. Your body was ready for him, always ready for Lee to fuck you, own you in away you had needed for so long. Your mind just needed to forget about that day.
"I don't want this." You said the words anyway. The lie was sour on your tongue, but you couldn't stop it from pouring out.
"Honey." Lee's voice turned almost sickly sweet, a touch condescending and patronising that should make your blood boil but all it did was make you ache. His hands rucked up your skirt until his fingers rubbed the damp spot in your panties. "You don't want this? Then why is my pussy so fuckin' wet for me right now?"
Your only answer was to let him in, into your head, into your house, into the bed your husband shared with you every night. It didn't matter what he said, or what you did. No matter how rough Lee fucked you, claimed your mind, body, and soul, you would never be his. You would never be Lee's wife because then you'd just be waiting for the other woman to appear. The newer model of you. Lee would never be your husband because then you'd fall into the same problems now. The spark would die and you'd be trapped in a marriage you regretted. You didn't belong to each other, truly, and that's what made these highs so worth it. That's what made the fear and hurt worth the risk. The spark of something different.
You didn't hear the slamming of the car door over the sound of the mattress. Your moans only grew louder the closer you got to cumming. You were so close. Harder, harder, harder.
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bunnyscraft · 2 years
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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄
Dark !!Lee Bodecker x Reader pt2 (pt1 Here)
Summary: Reader wakes up to a confusing and unstable Lee.
Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, cursing, Dom/sub undertones, some angst :( , dark lee, potential for dark reader??, violence, future smut: daddy kink, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink.
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The ride from the city to Knockemstiff was harsh. Trees blocking what was left of the roads but that didn’t stop Aunt Gillian from getting your out of that “hell hole of a city.” She was a woman on a mission to protect her niece and no damn tree or crack in the road would stop her.
Protection.
She often said you needed to be protected. She said you needed a lot of things.
- “y/n dear, you need a new lock!”
- “No no that dress is too short! You need a new one!”
- “What you need is a new apartment! I mean what nineteen year old girl lives by themselves? It’s borderline scandalous!”
You stood your ground for a while, deciding you’d much rather stay in the city your parents intended to raise you in before their passing…but things got hard.
- “Gill please…im fine” you’d tried to convince as a sobbed ripped through you that night. “I just have no clue what I need to do…my landlord said he’d give me a week b-but that’s n-not….”
- “Honey, I’ll be down there tomorrow first thing. You need family right now. Im so sorry sweetheart we’ll getcha through this I promise.”
You couldn’t help but agree with her for once. You did need family…or what little you had left. Even if it meant staying in the new, very small, town she herself had just moved into. She was old money, and while she’d offered to help with your rent, you’d always declined. Well now you had no choice.
When you’d arrived to knockemstiff you immediately felt uneasy. Everyone knew everyone’s business and everyone knew of the rich lady who lived on the hill, so word spread fast about her young niece moving to town.
- “don’t pay them any mind, honey. Not everyday they see a girl like you who isn’t knocked up or runnin’ away with some sticks boy.” She’d said in an attempt to make you feel better, though it was futile. The towns people had a new toy to gossip about and it seemed like it would be a while until another one came around.
So in the meantime you studied and you worked. Sure you didn’t have to work, your aunt hated the fact that her niece spent the majority of her time in a greasy dinner, but it made you feel normal. You even made a few friends. Sandy, your manager, taught you how to bake. Laura, a girl your age, had showed you the fun things to do around town and had a gift at making you laugh.
And then there was Arvin. He was a bit odd at first. Always stared a bit too long but never once did he make a crude comment towards you like the other men did. You even found yourself staring at him sometimes too. His hair was a pretty chocolate color and you admired his loyalty to his family.
But Arvin wasn’t him.
Sandy wasn’t him.
Laura wasn’t him.
While you enjoyed the company of all these people, no one ever made your heart spike like his did. No one’s gruff voice and demanding orders had ever went straight to your core like his had.
He was your boss’s brother. He was the law.
Worst of all he was so much older than you.
You’d seen him that day, outside the station on your way home, though you didn’t know he’d seen you too. You didn’t know he’d been watching for a while now.
And you definitely didn’t know that there were far worse things about him than his age.
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| Lee’s pov |
He could spend hours admiring your sleeping form. He actually had been admiring you for hours now. If lee was a stronger man…maybe he would have been able to look away from your delicate face. Or your plush thighs peeking out from under your pretty dress.
Fuck.
How could you have this much control over him? He was the one In control, always. It scared him that something like you could bring out a darker side from his already dark nature.
Something like you, who never cursed around customers.
Something like you who baked cherry pies for fun.
Something like you who….wore frilly blue panties?
He tore his eyes away from your body. Of course you wore cute underwear. Everything about you had to be cute and perfect.
He had to get out of this room. He couldn’t stare at your tempting frame anymore. Lee wanted you to be awake and willing during your first time with him. Though he doubted after the hit he landed to the side of your head that you’d be willing to even speak to him any time soon.
He made his way out of your new room, not before double locking the door behind him. Lee glanced at the clock. Shit. He was going to be late for work and he hadn’t slept a wink. His girl also needed to eat.
Fuck what did you like? He knew you had a sweet tooth but his girl couldn’t eat sugar first thing in the morning. Lee scrambled quickly around his kitchen, torn between being late for work and making a good meal for you.
You liked waffles right?
Shit what if you didn’t eat glutton? Eggs it is then.
He eventually made eggs and waffles after deciding you needed both. Maybe you’d forgive him for what he did if he made you a big breakfast, though he knew that was unlikely.
After unlocking your door he slowly made his way in. The room was small, it had to be for now, but he sparred no expense. The walls were a solid white, but adorned with pink and lavender decor. He took you as a pink kinda gal. To his right was a floor length mirror taking up half of the wall and to his left was a beautifully crafted dresser. The room had no closet and no bathroom attached to it and a very small bed with delicate white sheets. He felt bad keeping you in here instead of with him but it was necessary as this room was only temporary until he could trust you enough to move into his.
Your body hadn’t moved from its previous position, yet it still managed to take his breath away.
- “babydoll…” Lee hummed. “Cmon sweetheart you need to eat.” He pushed as he gently rubbed your cheek and set the tray of food on the nightstand. Your hands were cuffed together in front of your chest, though you were a smart girl. Lee knew you could still eat with them there…and if not he was more than willing to feed you himself.
Your breathing had picked up. He knew you were awake and he didn’t appreciate you pretending not to me.
- “open those little Bambi eyes, doll” he whispered as he picked your head up by the back of your hair, just enough to sting.
You opened your eyes slowly, too scared to see the man in front of you. He looked absolutely terrifying…and absolutely delicious.
And he held all the control.
- “aw there’s my pretty girl” he smirked as he patted your cheek. “You’re gonna eat and you’re gonna eat it all you hear me?”
His tone scared you. Why did he want you to eat so bad?
- “d-did y-you….” You stammered, finding it hard to let the words pass your lips.
- “did I what baby? Poison it?” He chuckled, until he looked into your very serious and very scared eyes.
- “no baby. no I did not poison it. You’re my best girl, babydoll. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Never hurt you? He almost smashed your head in!
- “well I won’t have to hurt you, if you follow the rules. But I promise you’d enjoy it, sweet thing.” He said before throwing a wink your way.
His predatory gaze caused you to back up into the wall behind you. You needed distance from the crazed man. I should have listened to Gill.
- “are…are y-you gonna…k-kill m-me….” You asked as a little sob made its way up your throat.
It almost broke Lee’s heart.
He slowly inched his way towards you. His eyes were furious. you found yourself pushing further into the wall hoping it’d swallow you whole.
- “baby…let me make one thing clear.” He said before he roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to look up into his. - “you’re mine. you’re heart, your mind, and soon your body, will be all mine. Fuck I should punish you for going out with the Russell kid, but I know you’re just my dumb little baby, right?”
You were shaking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to take you or if you wanted him to drop dead. But his touch was intoxicating and you wanted it everywhere.
You must’ve looked spaced out as he tapped your cheek one more time. -“ s’okay sweet girl. you dont have to answer right away. You just need to eat” he spoke as he picked up the tray of food to set it in front of you.
- “eat baby. That’s all I need you to do okay?” He asked as his thumb played with your bottom lip. A sick part of you wanted to wrap your lips around it, yet you couldn’t find it in your body to respond him.
He sighed and stood up from his spot on your bed. - “…If you don’t it’ll be a long and Unenjoyable night, okay princess?”
silence passed as his ‘okay?’ Continued to hang in the air.
- “Answer me now.” He demanded as his jaw clenched.
- “o-okay….y-yes s-sir.” You squeaked out at his harsh tone. Nervousness overtaking your body.
A smile overtook his face at your response. - “such a good girl.” He mumbled before leaving an assertive and quick kiss to your forehead then turned, making his way out of the small room.
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| Bambi’s pov |
You’d heard the locks. There had to be three and you seriously doubted you could break the door down before he got back.
Was Gill looking for me? She had to be worried sick.
How did Lee know about Arvin? You hadn’t told him about Arvin….right?
What is Lee planning on doing with me?
All these questions and more swarmed your head as your tried to understand the situation you were in.
But ‘Why did I still want him?’ was the scariest one.
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Bunny’s Notes: Oh my god I’m so in love with this guys!!!! Like even I’m read for what happens next. Oh my god like what’s gonna happen with Arvin??? And will Gill find out?? Most importantly when are Lee and his girl gonna fUck?!!
Thx so much for all the support! xoxo
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babyjakes · 2 years
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right up nice, where you belong.
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summary | lee’s got you tied up sitting pretty on his thigh, and you’re in for a wild ride, whether you want it or not.
pairing | soft!dark!daddy!lee bodecker x innocent!little!reader
warnings | you gotta read at least lee’s dialogue in that delicious southern accent!! otherwise it’s not gonna have the same effect, ddlg (daddy!lee little!reader), dub/non-con (lee is pretty dark, reader probably definitely doesn’t want what’s being done to her), thigh riding, abuse of power/authority (just inherently ig), mocking/degredation, praise kink, fingering, forced orgasm w/ squirting, overstim, crying & begging to stop, handcuffs, choking, pussy slapping
word count | 1,235
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an | alright friends,, here it is :’-) i am so scared to post this lol, this is my first time ever writing for lee and i really wanted to do him justice so i hope you all enjoy! i wasn’t quite sure how to categorize this one; it has very dark vibes and i feel the dub/non-con warnings are definitely warranted but i’m also not sure if it’s completely a dark!lee situation or just very heavy roleplaying. i’m leaving that up to you to decide!
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“P-please…” your crackling voice breaks through the quiet of the poorly-lit living room, the only other sound filling your ears being the soft labored breathing of the large man behind you. Though your glossy stare is focused on the old-fashioned television set in front of you, you can feel the sheriff’s predatory gaze running its hungry hands all along you as you quiver in fear, the slightest whimper rising in your throat triggering the man to jolt you gently against him once more, only worsening the terrible burning between your legs.
With a hand on either side of your spasming waist, Lee holds you upright atop his thick stump of a thigh, the warm muscle of his leg straining beneath his dark-grey work pants and rubbing up in all the worst ways possible against the thin cotton strip of your pastel strawberry print underwear. Agonizingly slow, yet forceful, the man works your hips in a gentle rolling motion, the expansion of your wet patch inevitable as you do everything in your power to keep from submitting fully to his vile tactics.
“Please,” you plead again, earning a sustained hush from the sheriff as he wraps one arm a bit further around you, pressing a hand over your quaking tummy.
“Come on now, angel. Don’t gotta make this any more difficult than it has to be,” Lee’s low voice hums against the back of your neck, the gentle presence of his lips against your tender flesh sending shivers down your spine. “Jus’ wanna take care of you, sweetha’t, you gonna let me do that? Hmm?” At the feeling of his hand trailing down from your belly button to hovering over the crumpled fabric of your skirt, your breath hitches in your throat, a pathetic sob forming in the pit of your stomach.
“N-no, Sheriff Bod-decker,” you hiccup, cheeks burning in humiliation as salty tears begin escaping from the corners of your eyes.
“Oh suga’ pie, you poor thing,” the sturdy man croons, leaning his head over to the side of yours to get a better look at your face, now glistening with fresh tears. “Haven’t even touched you yet, and you’s already cryin’? Must be such a sensitive little doll,” Lee frowns in mock sympathy, dragging his hand down further to cup over your barely-clothed mound, a smug smile forming on his face. “Oh, but looks here like someone might be enjoyin’ thems'selves- look at how wet you’re gettin’ for me, angel. Daddy really gettin’ you that worked up?”
As he works his strong fingers over the wet patch forming at your core, you let out a distressed squeal, your wrists clanking helplessly behind your back in the tight pair of metal cuffs you’ve been tied up with. “Now, now, little one. Don’t be gettin’ too fussy on me,” the sheriff warns, tightening his grip on you with one arm as the other continues rubbing over your ruined panties, your cunt releasing an obscene amount of fluid as the man’s thigh and fingers are worked up against you just right. “Wouldn’t wanna have to tie you down on the bed, show you how fast I can really make you come undone,” he threatens, “no, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Love havin’ you just like this, babydoll. Right up nice on Daddy’s leg, hmm? Exactly where you belong.”
When you feel the thin cotton layer of protection being gently moved to the side by his wandering fingers, you can’t keep your voice from erupting from within you, “N-no, please! Please, Sheriff Bod-”
“Uh-uh uh,” Lee’s harsh voice cuts you off, his arm flying up to clamp over your chest as his hand closes in around your throat. “Now I’ve had just about enough of you disrespectin’ me, little girl,” the man seethes, his restriction of your airflow making your head begin to spin. In the blink of an eye, he’s slapped his hand down against your uncovered pussy, a terrified yelp catching in your closed-off throat as your cunt stings bright red. “Now I’m gonna let go of you, sweeth'at, gonna let those pretty little lips of yours take in some air, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me now; d'you understand me?”
With panic building in your chest, you can only think to nod, heaving greedily when he releases slightly on your throat, gulping in air like a fish out of water. “Now what do we say, suga’ pie?” Lee tests, surprising you by grabbing the soaked cloth of your panties and ripping them clean off of you, eliciting a defeated cry of horror as you slump your head against the man’s strong hand still holding your neck, your voice coming out in a pathetic mumble.
“Y-yes Daddy.”
Beaming, Lee coos at you, his fingers returning to your folds for a second time, now much gentler than before, running along in smooth motions against the tender flesh instead of the harsh slapping of just a few moments ago. “That’s my good girl, such a peach for Daddy, aren’t ya?” he praises as he begins bumping his leg underneath you, his pointer and mid fingers sliding down to surround your swollen clit, barely pulling up on the skin to allow just the right exposure to his bouncing thigh. A muffled whimper rises in your throat as more tears pool in your eyes, the terrible sensation of your poor nub rubbing up against the slick fabric of the sheriff’s pants sending tingles bursting throughout every inch of your body, a dangerous sense of warmth forming in the pit of your belly.
“P-please- D-Daddy,” you implore as you’re held up by nothing but your neck, the wicked smile on Lee’s face only widening as he senses your building arousal.
“That’s it, little one. Ride Daddy’s thigh, grind that pretty little pussy ‘gainst it like a good little slut. You like that?” he spits, beginning to work his fingers surrounding your bundle of nerves in gentle jerking motions, “you like it when Daddy holds you down on his thigh and rubs that pretty little pussy raw?”
“Please, D-Daddy- stop,” you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth grind together, your toes beginning to curl as a familiar feeling of pressure begins building in your chest, your head throbbing as you do all you can to fight off your impending climax.
“C'mon now, angel. No use in fightin’ it,” Lee sings right up against your ear as he moves the pads of his fingers over your nub to rub in frantic circles, sighing out in victory as he feels you squirting out against him. “Theere, that’s it, babydoll. Cum on Daddy’s leg, sweeth'aht,” he encourages as you wail inconsolably in his grasp, your entire body contracting painfully as your orgasm is forced out of you. “Just like that, so good for me, peach,” the sheriff continues to praise as you finally begin to wind down, drool and tears dribbling down your chin as you struggle to catch your breath, your entire body now coated in sweat from your terrible high.
“Such a good little doll,” Lee hums, pressing a kiss into the side of your head as he runs his fingers in slow circles over your throbbing clit, causing you to jerk back from the overwhelming sensations. “So pink and puffy for me now, dah'lin. Bet you’re so sensitive, aren’t you? And we’re just barely gettin’ started.”
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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✎ 𝑺𝑬𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵 & 𝑪𝑶.
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caution! — minors, do not interact! 18+ only, just like my blog. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost, copy or recreate my writing on any other public platforms. heed the warnings, and remember you are responsible for your media consumption.
✧ — smut | ❥ — dark/taboo | ☾ — angst | ୨୧ — dd/lg
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⊹₊˚· sebastian stan fics.
✧ — picasso. 18+
don’t you know? it’s not good to look through people’s things without their permission. 
✧ — body electric. 18+
when sebastian first joined the new gym down the block, he felt blessed. blessed that it was close by, and blessed that you frequented it. 
✧, ❥ — gifts. 18+
your new stepbrother give you a late christmas gift. 
✧, ❥ — here, kitty kitty. 18+
your sugar daddy wants his wildest dreams to come to life. you, on the other hand, aren’t really into it. 
✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. 
fics about mr. stan have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· bucky barnes masterlist.
featuring. — praise, ice cream man, salvatore, and much more!
⊹₊˚· the winter soldier fics.
✧, ❥, ୨୧ — i’m in the water. 18+
he’s in the wind, you’re in the water. nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.
fics about the winter soldier have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· charles blackwood fics.
✧, ❥ — cattivo fino all’osso. 18+
he’s bad to the bone, sick as a dog. but he knows that you like him a lot. 
✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. 
✧, ୨୧ — burning desire. 18+
you’ve got a burning desire just for him.
fics about mr. blackwood have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· lee bodecker fics.
✧, ❥ — you better not shout, better not cry. 18+
they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.
✧, ❥ — tulsa jesus freak. 18+
he’d never trade your innocent body for a can of gin. no, instead, he chooses to sing you like his favourite bible hymn. 
fics about mr. bodecker have been discontinued.
⊹₊˚· chris (destroyer) fics.
✧, ୨୧ — not all who wander are lost. 18+
he’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. a bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. 
fics about chris from ‘destroyer’ have been discontinued.
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Just For Us: Part II
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Summary: The first day of your vacation was a success. The first night proves to be just as eventful. Especially when Lee just can’t help but admire how beautiful you are. He’s in a good mood, sue him. 
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2,520
Warnings: Fluff, Lee being an absolute sweetheart, smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fingering (f receiving) , praise kink, Daddy kink (it’s Lee, come on, we all know he has a Daddy kink, it’s not surprising), sex in front of the mirror, Lee being a sex God and a really good husband. 
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I had forgotten just how much fun it was to write something for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing little drabbles for Murderer Monday and Tech Tuesday, but there’s just something so lovely about doing this for me and no one else. I also missed writing for Lee! He’s always such a fun character to soften. We all need a little lovin’ and I figured he did too. This series is a love letter to you, to me, and to our dear Sheriff Bodecker. Let me know what you guys think! Reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcomed and heavily appreciated. At this point I’m asking that you send something nice. I wanna hear it! Hehe ok! Enjoy!
Kisses 💋
—K
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The walk was exactly what Lee needed. The fresh spring air paired nicely with the leisurely atmosphere that took over the normally bustling sheriff. You strolled along a path for the better part of an hour after your meal just talking. You could swear that you’ve never talked more than you did on that walk, and you and Lee liked to talk so that’s saying something. 
The rest of the evening went along in relative silence, albeit a very comfortable one. Lee left you to cook a quick dinner to read on the porch, he’d packed a handful of books that he’s been meaning to get around to reading. You were content in your own little bubble for the time being, alone time was important to you both. 
With dinner ate and dishes cleaned, you both turned in for the night. The space outside a deep black, made even darker by the shroud of trees that surrounded your little cabin. Lee laid on the bed in a white tank top and his sleeping pants, his nose in his book. You hum softly as you move through your nightly routine, applying your face lotion before moving on to your body lotion. The motion of you rubbing the cocoa butter into your legs catches Lee’s attention from the corner of his eye. 
It’s a glance at first, curious at to what the movement was, but when he sees you caress your knee, he’s following the trail of your hands carefully. The silk of your little cream nightgown shines along with your lotion-ed skin, you move higher and higher up your body slowly, massaging the flesh of your body lovingly. Lee’s hands can’t help but itch to do it for you. With his book long forgotten, he sets it aside on his nightstand and makes his way to the bathroom door. He leans one arm against the frame of the door, the other resting on his hip as he blocks the doorway. You don’t stop applying your lotion much to Lee’s delight, he watches lustfully, licking his lip before tugging it between his teeth. 
“Can I help you?” You ask smoothly as you catch sight of him staring. Lee’s eyes slowly drag up the length of your form, not bothering to hide the desire in his gaze as he smirks appreciatively. He chuckles lowly before looking at you through his lashes. 
“I think you can, Sweetheart,” he drawls cooly, he lowers his arm and slowly stalks towards you. Lee takes his place behind you, turning you to face the large vanity mirror. As his hands slide up the sides of your waist, he dips his head to breathe in the floral scent of your shampoo with a pleased groan that sounded more akin to a purr. When he looks up again, he finds you staring back at him. He gives you a loving smile laced with desire, one that you can’t help but return. 
“How are you this pretty?” He coos in your ear, loving the way he can see the bashfulness take hold of you, the way your eyes drop from his, how he can feel your body shiver with happiness at his words. “Got the prettiest wife in the entire world,” he whispers and pulls you against him, relishing in the gasp you let out when you feel his hard on pressing into the swell of your ass. 
The feeling of his hands stroking along the slopes of your hip has you trembling. You loved when he was like this; so kind, so sweet. The rest of the world wouldn’t believe you if you told them that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But if you were honest, you didn’t need them to believe you, you just needed Lee. Thankfully, Lee was all yours, just like you were his. 
“Let me take care a’ya, Babydoll,” he whispers softly into your ear before peppering kisses to your exposed neck. “Y’always take care of me… Let me make ya feel good…” he kisses his way back up to moan into your ear, “Babydoll, I can make you feel so good…”
You didn’t need any more convincing. 
“Lee…” You sighed out, all sweet and soft and his for the taking. You can hear the smirk in his voice and see it painted on his face. 
“That’s it, Baby,” he smiles and turns your head to face him with one warm palm. The feeling of his lips covering yours sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach, a pleased moan fluttering from your mouth and into Lee’s. He takes his time devouring your lips, his tongue playing with yours, dipping into your soft mouth to taste the minty bite of your toothpaste. A rumbling groan fills your ears and for a moment you think it’s thunder, but when you feel the vibration low in Lee’s wide chest, you melt at the realization. 
The burn for air is the only reason you pull back from the searing kisses that leave your lips plump and slick with spit. Lee grunts as he takes in your appearance, your beauty only seems to enhance with the addition of your swollen lips. You clutch his tank top behind you in one hand and the other braces on top of the hand on your waist as his thick thumb strokes the length of your bottom lip, his face set in a calm yet lustful expression. 
“I’m gonna to give you my fingers, you’re gonna watch yourself cum, in that mirror, right there,” he jerks his chin towards the mirror without breaking eye contact, his voice is deep and gravelly, “then m’gonna take you to bed an’ fuck you nice and deep, jus’ like you deserve.”
“Y-Yes, please,” you gasp out, your legs were nearly jelly already and he hadn’t done more than kiss you.
“Such good manners,” he praises and ruts his hips into you once on instinct, “always been my good girl.” You moan as the words leave his mouth, making him grin smugly, “yeah, I know, Princess.” 
The feeling of his large right hand sliding down the front of your neck to grope your chest through your silky nightgown leaves an ungodly amount of goosebumps behind. He massages the flesh of your breast in unhurried handfuls, taking as much of your tender meat into his hand as possible. You sigh as he works your body, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. For the time being, Lee allows you to rest against him and look up at him. The intensity of his desire burns deep into your skin as he glares down at you, his breathing beginning to deepen as his hand gets more and more demanding. 
“Oh!” You squeak when his thumb brushes against your stiff nipple, playing with the hardened peak through the fabric. Lee chuckles darkly at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your temple. 
“Eyes on the mirror, Babydoll,” he grumbles and pinches your nipple between his index and thumb, earning another whimper from you. 
You do as he says and turn your attention to your reflections. You can’t help but notice how perfect he looks behind you, wrapped around you, holding you. Lee was truly the perfect male specimen: handsome with crystal blue eyes, cherry lips, strong arms, thick, powerful legs, and a soft, cushion-y belly. He was like a fucking Greek God, created and sent to worship you. 
“Look at yourself, Honey, not me,” he playfully scolds, having caught you staring at him. You give him a shy giggle and reluctantly turn your focus to yourself. Once you’re doing as he asked, Lee lets his fingers dance along the neckline of your sleeping dress while he brushes his nose along the curve of your neck, giving you teasing little bites. A slow brush of his hand pushes down the thin strap off your shoulder, exposing your breast to the chill of the bathroom. 
“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Lee moans mostly to himself, his hand immediately cupping the swell of your chest, enveloping it in his warm touch. The searing heat of his hand against your flesh had you shivering again, his other hand now ghosting up the side of your thigh. The short hem of your sleeping gown pushed higher and higher as Lee made his way to your core. He took his time, knowing that the longer he took the more you love it. 
“Please,” you whimper just as he brushes the edge of your cotton underwear. You were thoroughly soaked ever since he kissed you, but with all his teasing, the tingling between your legs was nearly painful. 
“Please, what, Sweetheart?” He hums in your ear and gives your nipple another pinch. You squirm in his hold and gasp. 
“Touch me, Daddy,” you moan. Lee groans deep in his chest once more. He loves when you called him that. Thick fingers suddenly press against your center through the soaked cotton, petting you firmly just how you like. You watch in a trance as his hand cups your cunt.  
“So fuckin’ wet for me, ain’t ya? Jus fuckin’ drippin’ all over me,” He growls in your ear, his fingers finding your covered clit and immediately drawing quick circles on it. You give him a shuddering moan of his name in response, your hips rutting into his fingers eagerly. The warning squeeze to your tit has your hips reluctantly stopping. “Stay still, let Daddy take care a’you.”
In one swift motion, Lee pushes off your panties, letting them pool at your ankles. He wastes no time dipping his fingers into your bare pussy, stroking your dripping petals. You both let out a pleased moan at the skin on skin contact, your body leaning back into the firmness of your husband for support. He grins and tilts you back, lifting your left leg with his hand under your thigh, pulling your dress up higher so you can see everything he’s doing to you. 
“Would you look at that,” he moans and kisses along your jaw, both your eyes are focused on the way his thick fingers spread your inner lips, exposing your fluttering pussy to you both. You give him a broken moan and clench around nothing. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy in the whole world…” he growls in your ear, dipping his long middle finger into you.
“D-Daddy!” You whimper and clutch his arm tightly. You can hear Lee cooing in your ear, but your mind is overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick finger finally stretching you out. In and out, he gently pumps his digit into you, letting it your juices coat his hand. He sneaks his pointer finger in alongside his middle and speeds up ever so slightly. 
“Oh, Princess, what a tight little pussy you have,” he grunts into the sweaty skin of your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still always so tight.”
“Please! Faster, Lee, faster, oh my God!” You cry out, your hips wiggling as best they could in his hold. He doesn’t say a thing as he listens, his fingers now fucking into you at a heated pace, his palm grinding into your clit with each flick of his wrist. The relatively large bathroom echoes with the slick sounds of Lee’s fingers filling your cunt and your shared moans and grunts. You feel the grip Lee has on your leg tighten, pulling you open wider for him to play with you better, his fingers going deeper and deeper each time. 
“Can feel ya fluttering around me, Princess,” he sighs and presses his cock into your ass, relieving some of the tension building within him. “Y’gonna cum for me? Y’gonna be my good little girl and cum all over my fingers?”
You try your best to nod, the pathetically sloppy movements of your head makes Lee want to laugh but he keeps his amusement to himself. You catch sight of the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You knew you were a mess, it was hard not to, you could see it right in front of you. Your nightgown was hanging off your shoulder, revealing only one of your breasts, your leg was hiked up and held by one of Lee’s rough hands, your head resting against his shoulder while he finger-fucked you closer and closer to your high. 
The tension between your thighs grew and grew, Lee’s fingers expertly curling into your front wall, just the way you like it. You were done for. 
This time he couldn’t hold back the pleased, throaty chuckle as you thrash in his arms and cum around his fingers. Your nails bite into the meat of his arm as you toss your head back, eyes shut tightly, a cry of your lover’s name falling from your lips. The feeling of your walls clenching down on his fingers has Lee’s hips rutting against you a little harder, his cock straining against the confines of his sleeping pants. 
You whimper as you finally start to come down, the tingly feeling in your limbs makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Lee’s fingers milk your orgasm for as long as possible before slowly coming to a stop, his own hips ceasing their movements for the time being. A gentle kiss to your temple has your eyes peeling open to look up at Lee, who was gazing down at you tenderly. He gives you a small smile and another kiss to your temple before muttering a gentle ‘look.’
You turn your heavy head to look back at your reflections. Once Lee was certain you were watching, he slowly eased his cream covered fingers from your snatch. His touch was featherlight and gentle as he smeared your cum along your petals, shushing your little whines of sensitivity. He finally pulls his hand away from your sensitive cunt only to greedily suck them clean, his growls rumbling his chest behind you. 
“Taste so sweet, Sugar,” he praises when he releases his fingers with a pop! “Y’look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me,” wet kisses are peppered along your neck and jaw, making you melt even further into him. 
Lee sets your leg back to the floor with care and fixes your nightgown before turning you around to properly kiss you. The kiss is methodical, enough to let you know that he still wants you but gentle enough to not overwhelm you. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, his arms winding around your middle tightly as he lets you lead the kiss. The need for air pulls you apart, your lips not going far as they brush against each other. 
“I believe you said something about taking me to bed, Mr. Bodecker?” You mumbled sensually against his parted lips. You feel Lee smirk just before his hands suddenly scoop you up and into his arms like he did when he brought you home on your wedding night. 
“Yes, I did, Mrs. Bodecker.”
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Small lee hc
I feel like lee has a little OCD when it comes to his home except when he's drunk or feeling down
Loves head scratches, no doubt
#1 Cuddler
Likes when you do something before he asks
FAMILY MAN (but only to family that deserves it)
Has a lot more kinks then ppl expected him to have and more than he expected to have
Closed minded unfortunately but I think you could persuade him
Would kill for you
8/10 on the darkness scale (the remaining 2 is his softness that he's saving for his s/o)
I feel like he wouldn't want kids but loves the idea of his s/o all round and full of his baby (claiming)
Goes ape shit crazy when you're not home and he is
Loves when you randomly drop by at the station
Office sex.
Likes to hear begging 🤝 his s/o always wanting something
Definitely gets obsessed with his s/o time and time again
Could sleep for hours on end but is still a work-aholic
Likes when you put up a little bit of a fight
Wouldn't open up on how he feels unless he trusts you with his life
Horny 98% of the time
Loves his alone time and can dine alone
He's an introvert but forces himself to be an extrovert
His image is more important over anything and sometimes over his s/o (but will make up for it)
He loves taking care of his s/o. Wants them only dependent on him
He's lowkey daddy!lee and wants a little
Wants his s/o fully obsessed over him
Stubborn and hard headed and won't admit he's wrong bc of his ego/pride unless it's towards his s/o and if his s/o is upset but even then it's rare
I might do more of these
Idk
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Would you rather:
Walk in on dbf!Lee pleasuring himself to your pictures or have Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode while he’s fucking you 💞
it's no secret
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pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. reader is at minimum 25 but there's still an age gap. male masturbation. unprotected smut. lee being referred to as "daddy". honestly not as nasty as i was originally imagining this to be, and not as forbidden as most dbf tropes should probably be lol sorry.
words: 3.7k
notes: i was gonna say bucky, i really was, but then i got to thinking, and suddenly my fingers got to typing, and now here we are lol. pls enjoy.
thank you in advance for reading! comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated.
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You were essentially blackmailed into coming along on this weekend trip to the family cabin by your dad. A promise that he wouldn't tell your mom about your holiday plans, and how they didn't involve you coming home this year, in exchange for your presence on this "family" trip. 
Unfortunately, your father failed to mention the last minute change of plans that included a few more people than you were prepared for staying at the cabin with you. 
Your room was yours, but all the other ones were now taken by family friends; some you knew, and some you'd only just met. As annoyed as you were at the number of people around, the presence of one in particular kept you from loading up your car and faking a work emergency to head back to your apartment in the city.
Lee Bodecker was a relatively new friend of your dad's, but his impression was lasting to say the least.
He was tall and thick, had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and the beginnings of crow's feet around them that only added to his attractiveness; you couldn’t deny that his age and respectability were part of what held your attention. His chestnut hair was dark with gray that shone through around his hairline and the badge he wore on his belt caught your eye, too. A sheriff. Hm. He had this air about him, this unspoken confidence and a powerful, authoritative presence that had you just a little more than interested in the man.
You had met a few weeks back at your dad's birthday party. He had caught you staring at him from across the room as he spoke to a group of people crowded around him, while you were sitting on the couch alone, nursing your soda and watching the party go on around you.
You hadn’t meant to stare, didn't even realize you were, until his sapphire eyes met yours. The twitch of a smirk playing on his lips as he returned your gaze sent a thrill up your spine, but you simply looked away, taking a sip from your drink as you crossed your legs and got more comfortable on the sofa.
You felt his eyes on you for a moment longer before the heavy weight of his gaze fell away. It wasn't long after that that a heavy weight soon fell next to you on the loveseat. 
Most of the guests, and your parents, were drunk as the party continued all around you, no one paying much of any attention to you or Lee as you sat right up against one another.
You set your drink on the side table before you turned slightly with a raised brow to your unexpected company.
“Hope you don’t mind me comin over, darlin’,” he began easily, “you looked a little lonely sittin here by yourself.”
His arm moved to stretch across the back of the couch, inviting you in closer to him than you already were.
“Did I?” you questioned. “Well, I appreciate you tearing yourself away from your enraptured audience just to offer me some company.”
You and Lee spoke for a long while, his charm effortless, his hand wandering, and that damn lopsided smirk never faltering as he flirted and teased you with fleeting touches… his big, warm palm sliding up your exposed thigh, under the tight material of your dress in a game of chicken until he was reluctantly pulled away from you by the badgering of your dad and his drunken friends, needing Lee to recount the story you were sure they’d all hear a million times by now. 
You had had enough yourself for one night, so adjusted the hem of your dress that would have been riding up your thick thighs regardless, and grabbed your purse and keys.
“Maybe I’ll see you around,” you said as you moved past him to get to your dad first, needing to say your goodbyes to your parents before you left.
“You will,” Lee rumbled in his reply, his voice a little deeper now than it had been earlier as he watched you walk in front of him, the view leaving him licking his lips as he fought to keep his hands to himself.
And he was right. 
You weren’t expecting him to be here this weekend, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 
All day had been spent with you both stealing glances at one another and trying repeatedly to get close, only for someone to come by and ruin any chance you had to even speak. 
It wasn’t until that night that you finally had some alone time with Lee.
Your parents were leading a hike up the mountain to see the stars that everyone wanted to join in on. Everyone but you two.
Lee had said goodnight to the group as they started getting ready to take off while you hung back, making sure everyone had everything they’d need. You helped spray your mom’s friend’s kids with bug repellent and double checked the flashlight batteries on the bigger lights before giving your portable phone charger to your dad, just in case, before the group of them left for their hike.
You were surprisingly giddy as you watched them all take off down the path. You waited a few minutes, making sure no one was gonna change their minds about the long night hike and turn around. You did a quick look around the cabin to ensure it really was just you and Lee and when you were satisfied, you went to your room to change into something more…easily accessible. 
You fussed over your hair needlessly for a minute in the bathroom before adjusting the straps of your night slip.
As you padded down the hallway from your room to the one Lee was staying in, you slowed when you heard noise coming from his direction.
The closer you got, the more the anticipation built as you realized what it was you were hearing.
Lee’s grunts and moans filled the empty hallway and had your pussy fluttering as your heart pounded. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing desire but it did little to satisfy you as his voice only rose. 
When you were at the door, you realized that it wasn’t completely closed. He’d left it ajar.
You saw the glow of his phone from over his shoulder as he sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from the door.
You didn’t have to guess to know what it was he was doing, his fist moving tortuously over his thick cock as he pumped himself. It did surprise you, though, when you made out what it was he was looking at; more aptly, who he was looking at.
You recognized your picture from your private instagram account, the one you kept family off of. It was for your sexier pictures, the ones you didn’t always feel comfortable posting on your main. You’d followed Lee from that account the day after you’d met, your mom had posted a picture from the party and tagged him, among others, in the group pictures, and you took the opportunity as it was presented to you.
You’d messaged each other when you got the spare chance, exchanged numbers, and talked more these past weeks. So much so, you had even told him you were going to be out of town for this trip this weekend. 
The cocky smile he wore when he saw you this afternoon let you know why he hadn’t decided to share that he’d be here too. The look of surprise on your face was exactly what he wanted to see.
He’d tried to set up a time to see you in the time between your meeting and now, but you were always busy when he was free and vice versa. Honestly, a part of him was worried if you knew he’d be here, you would’ve found a way out. 
God, was he wrong. 
You’d been desperate for this man since the night you met him.
As you pushed the door further open, you couldn’t help but admire his form. He was naked as he sat on the edge of the bed, the muscles in his solid back flexing as his strong arm moved up and down while he stroked himself.
You didn’t even realize you were breathing heavier as you inched closer, his moans the only thing you could focus on now.
Lee could sense you coming up behind him, he heard you when you pushed the door open, and now he was really putting on a show for you. He wanted you to know exactly what you did to him, with just a goddamn photo. He wanted you to hear how fucking good you make him feel without even having to have his hands on you. 
You aren’t thinking as you climb onto the bed, crawling closer to him until you're against him entirely. You take a second before you allow your hands to touch him, slipping them up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest as he purrs, leaning back into you.
You’re mesmerized by his movements, his fist pumping over his leaking cock as he keeps his eyes on his phone, your photo taking up the screen as his mind runs wild with all the things he wants to do to you. 
“As good of a picture as that is,” you speak headily in his ear, causing goosebumps to break out over his skin, “I’m sure I can do more for you in person.” You smile as he licks his pink lips, taking his phone from him before gently tossing it up the bed.
“‘Bout damn time,” he responds gruffly, turning to capture your lips in his as he lets go of his cock. He holds your head with one hand as he threatens to consume you with his kiss alone.
He then reaches his arm down and takes you by the waist as he moves to lay down on the bed in the same moment, everything much more hurried now as he urges you to move on top of him.
Lee is completely naked as you straddle him, your night slip raised over your hips to allow the position. 
“Fuck I’ve been picturing you like this since the night of your dad’s party,” he said as his hands moved from your thighs, up your hips, and under the slip to push it up your body further.
“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” you rasped before you allowed him to raise the slip higher, finally pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.
“How pissed do you think he’d be if he knew his precious daughter was seconds away from riding his friend’s cock in his own cabin, huh?”
“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.
He chuckles as he reaches a hand up from your hip to your breasts, pinching a nipple meanly as you whine, moving your hips over his to no avail. He keeps you exactly where he wants you.
“You made me wait, it’s only fair, darlin’,” he smirks, clearly enjoying himself.
“You’re gonna be left waiting even longer if they get back soon,” you try to argue.
“You think I won’t still fuck you if your parents are here?” he asks as he takes hold of his cock again. You move your hips, trying to make it easier for him to position himself as he moves his dripping cockhead up and down your slit. You moan helplessly as he rubs against your clit, leaning over him as you urge him to just put it in already. His tauntings aren’t doing anything to help, either.
You can feel his tip at your entrance as you feel his lips against your ear, 
“Let your dad hear you screamin’ daddy,” he growls as he thrusts into you at last, a wanton moan escaping you as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. 
He growls again as your walls grip his length. He holds you there for a long moment as you adjust to his intrusion, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips.
“God, you feel so good,” you whimper before you begin to move atop him, his hands leading your movements.
Your head falls back in pleasure as you ride him, the way he fills you up, a delight you don’t think you’ve ever experienced. 
Lee watches you with heavy lids, his blue eyes dark with unrestrained lust. He lets you take control as you move your hips over his, chasing your own pleasure as each move stimulates your clit.
He can’t stop himself though, eventually his hips jerk up into you, causing you to clench around him, your hold on him tightening when he begins fucking up into you with abandon.
You fall onto him with a cry as he grips your ass almost painfully.
The first slap he lands is sharp and stings but has your walls gripping his shaft even tighter.
“You like that, baby?” he snickers through a moan as you babble mindlessly, his cock still thrusting into you as his hips never slow.
The second slap burns more than the first but Lee quickly follows it up with his palm massaging the sting gently as you moan meekly.
“Daddy asked you a question, darlin’,” he taunts as his pace slows. The drag of his cock is still long and deep, though. He ensures you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of your cunt. 
“Yes,” you answer as you pick your hips up and down, wanting it harder.
Another slap has you gasping as you peer up at Lee. Your mouth goes dry at the look in his eyes as his hips stop moving entirely.
“Yes, daddy,” you murmur as you hold his stare.
A growl ripes from his throat at your words as he holds your waist tightly, flipping you so you’re on your back as he hovers above you.
The sight of Lee between your legs sends a new wave of slickness to your pussy as you relax into the bed with a pleasured sigh.
He positions himself at your entrance and slides right in, pulling you closer by your hips as he thrusts into your wet heat.
He groans as he leans over you, looking down at your exposed body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
You’re stunned at his words. You knew he was attracted to you, duh, but there was something so genuine about the way he said it. It sent a flutter to your belly as you couldn’t do anything but stare back up at him with doe eyes as he fucked you so perfectly.
You reached up and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips into his as your response. He licked into your mouth and you let him dominate the kiss as you followed his lead.
He finally broke it when you were both nearly out of breath. 
“Goddamn perfect,” he husked as he leaned back up, rolling his hips into yours, his cock sliding right against the spot you most wanted to feel him. He groped your breasts, kneading them with his large hand, playing with your nipples as he growled and groaned, his touch and filthy sounds only spurning you on further.
“Lee,” you whimpered, grabbing at him as your walls tightened, that coil in your belly tightening more and more with his every thrust.
“‘M right there, baby. Right there with you,” he huffed, “just a little more.”
“Please,” you breathed, your eyes squeezing tightly as you tried to hold off your orgasm just a little longer, “please, Lee.”
He grunted, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucked your harder, stretching you delightfully. 
“Please come with me, Daddy, please,” you begged, earning a deep thrust and a symphony of sinful noises and curses from the man pounding into you. Another harsh thrust had you nearly squealing as you finally came around his thick length, the hot pleasure shooting through you before crashing down wave after euphoric wave as your body tensed and shook.
Cries of pleasure and his name like a prayer left your lips as your walls milked his cock, his come filling you up as he let himself burst inside of you. The hot, thick ropes of his release hitting your walls had you squeezing him tighter as you whimpered beneath him.
As you began to come down and tried to regulate your breathing, his hand on your face had you opening your eyes before they closed once more as he pressed his swollen lips to yours. The kiss was slow and deep as his hips slowed and stilled against yours while your hands found his face in return, holding him to you. His cock softened and slipped out of you, causing you to murmur into the kiss at the loss of him. He smirked against your lips before he ended it, pressing his forehead to yours instead as you breathed each other in. 
You peered into his eyes as he stared down at you.
There was a softness in his gaze that you swear could’ve had you melting into the mattress right then and there.
He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but return it as you smiled demurely back.
Your thumb mindlessly stroked his cheek before he nuzzled into your touch. Lee let his body lay down next to you on the mattress, holding your hand against his face and pulling your body closer to his with his free hand.
He sighed contentedly as you turned into him. 
“Was the wait worth it?” you asked softly.
He looked to you, squeezing you just a bit tighter, “Well worth it.”
You laughed, “Good. I’m glad. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” you simpered, pushing off of him, turning back to get off the bed.
“Where do you think you’re goin’ sweetheart?” he said, stopping you from leaving.
“What, I can’t stay in here. My mom’ll realize I’m not in my room and freak out. She’s paranoid about me being taken by some mystery monster up here, has been since I was a kid,” you reminisced. 
“Darlin’,” he drawled, rolling over you once again, “I think she already knows you’ve been taken by the monster,”
You laughed as he attacked your neck with kisses, holding you close to him. 
“Oh, and you, Sheriff, you’re the monster?”
“Mhm. Prepared to take her daughter away to his lair. Keep her all to himself,” he murmured against your skin.
“Well, for what it’s worth,” you said, running your fingers through his short hair, “I don’t foresee her putting up much of a fight.”
You could feel his smirk before he pulled away to look you in the eyes once again. 
“I am serious, darlin’. I think she already knows we may be up to something.”
“How would she possibly know that?”
He sighed, turned and layed down next to you again, “I asked your dad for his permission before I tried to ask you out the other week.”
“What? You did?” you asked in disbelief, “and he said yes?”
“I was as shocked as you are,” he smiled. “He asked me the other day at work how it went and when I told him we hadn’t been able to set anything up, he invited me here this weekend.”
“Ah,” all the pieces were connecting now as you let out a breathless chuckle. “Hm.”
“There a problem with that?”
“No,” you shook your head, “no, I just. I don’t normally tell my parents about the people I see until things are, uhm…serious, I guess?... And I mean, this was great, I would absolutely love to do it again,” you smiled, “but, uh, what exactly are we doing? Just so we’re on the same page, so we know where we stand.”
“Sex is great,” he agreed, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t hoping for more.”
“More as in, like, dating?”
He turned to be face to face with you before he spoke, “That was my intention.”
You nodded then, fighting a bigger smile from breaking out across your face. 
“Okay,” as you spoke, you could hear the front door downstairs open. Your eyes went wide as your head shot to the still open door of the room, “Shit. Well for now, I’d prefer my parents not know I desecrated their beloved cabin by getting creampied by their friend in the bed that they paid for,” you whisper ranted as you clamored off the bed and pulled your night slip back on. You were about to rush to the door, trying to beat them up the stairs as Lee sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching you, quite entertained by your frantic state before you stopped in your tracks, turned around and padded back over to him, “I’ll leave my door open, but you’ll have to wait until my parents shut their light off if you want round two,” you whispered, kissing him gently before slipping away just as fast, shutting his door behind you. All he could do was smile, still basking in the afterglow and the idea of what was still to come.
It was an hour later, after your mom had checked in on you - a habit from the past twenty something years since they’d bought the cabin - and their lights went out across the hall, that your bed dipped as Lee quietly crawled in beside you.
His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against your ear,
“You said somethin’ bout round two. Much as I loved hearin’ you moan for me, let’s see how quiet you can be for Daddy.”
You whimpered almost inaudibly, but Lee heard it anyway, his large hand coming up to your throat, instantly causing you to get even more wet for him as he squeezed ever so slightly.
“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he prompted, a wicked smirk on his lips as he pressed his boxer cover erection against your bare ass.
Your voice was a pathetic whisper as you pressed back against him,
“Yes, Daddy.”
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bucknastysbabe · 11 months
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You can be my daddy tonight - L. Bodecker
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If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: DADDY AND BREEDING KINK OUT THE WAHOO, age gap, size kink, crying during sex, Frottage, pnv!sex, The Great Outdoors, she’s a brat he’s a Man what happens next, infidelity, they’re kinda both assholes, soft and fluffy Lee literally and figuratively, smut-tacular, totally glossed over Lee’s 400 red glaring flags
A/N: It’s about time I did something for my big country boy. No Pepsi cups sorryyyy
Everyone knew the Sheriff used to drink like a fish. Everyone knew the Sheriff had a wife that hadn’t popped out a baby yet. Everyone knew the Sheriff played with bad men and dirty money. Your Pa, the county judge, told you to stay far away from the Sheriff. In fact, you planned on doing the opposite.
‘Vote for Bodecker,’ read the pin. You picked it up and thumbed across the lettering, thinking. You had a senior internship with the little paper in Meade. Although more interesting things tended to come out of Knockemstiff. You were fascinated by the surly law man, he was cute. Sure, a little pudgy and a lot older but he had killer eyes and the prettiest smile. You’d be lying if he wasn’t your sexual awakening.
Your boss rolled his eyes and said, “Sure, write a puff piece on the asshole, but he’s gonna make sure you write what he wants.” You cocked your head against the door with snicker, “Not even a little feminine wiles will sway em’?”
Henry pushed his glasses up a crooked nose and blew smoke at you, “If the man has to pay people to be quiet about his sister selling ass out the Tecumseh, whatcha think your lil’ pink tweed skirt is gonna do? He’s all about reputation.” You opened your mouth in faux shock and retorted, “I’ll show you what a pink tweed skirt can do. I’ll have an interview by tomorrow!”
“Whatever you say! Get on home. Night darlin’.”
“Night Mister Henry,” you chirped.
Maybe Henry had a point. You’d called the station four times today. The receptionist would answer, you’d state your intentions, she’d say, “Sheriff Bodecker is not in the station, try again later.”
On the fifth try the receptionist sniffed, “Look girlie, he’s busy. I’d suggest giving it twenty-four hours.”
You put on a smile as you gritted out, “Thanks, girlie!”
Slamming the phone against the wall you watched your dog jump up and stare at you. Turning on your heel you made it up to your room, filtering through your dresses. You’d wear the light pink shift dress, like the one Twiggy had in the magazines. You pulled on some stockings and thick black heels to match your collar.
Eyes made up big and shiny you eyed the clock. He’s probably in his little office, yelling for the clerk to shut the damn phone off like he was important or something. You drove to the depot, slinging rocks as you pulled into a parking spot. You didn’t want to ‘pull my pa is the judge card’ but push might come to shove.
You checked your meticulous hair and makeup in the car mirror, popping a smile. You sprayed a bit of perfume and grabbed your smokes. Staring back in the mirror you chided yourself, “You gettin’ nervous? No ma’am. C’mon.” Pinching your thigh a couple of times you hopped out your light blue Mercury.
You stalked into the depot, resting your hands on the receptionist’s desk. The lady seemed shocked, gasping, “Lord have mercy! I told you the man was busy!”
You waved your hands, “It sure don’t look busy round here!”
You lit up a cigarette in annoyance, listening to her nasally admonishment. A gruff tone came from behind your right shoulder. “I have been busy all day filling out reports, but I guess some people got no patience.” You exhaled and ashed into nearby tray, glancing over your shoulder at the Sheriff. Turning and holding out a manicured hand you offered your name and a polite, “I’m here on behalf of the Meade Daily News to request an interview.”
His big hand engulfed yours, blue eyes flicking down your body before returning up. He hummed deeply before laughing, “You’re the judges girl aint’cha? Like father like daughter.” You pouted and asked, “Can I ask a couple questions or do I need to go to your opponent?”
He didn’t like that, jaw clamping down and twitching. Bodecker ran a hand through his short hair, other hand on a soft hip. He grumbled, “Naw, we don’t need that. Cmon into my office. Damn fire-ant.”
You perched yourself on the couch across the small room. It smelled of cigars and candied something. He had quit drinking so you guessed sugar was filling the void. And his shirts, you thought as he grunted while sitting down, belly straining his white button down.
Leaning back he lit up a cig and leveled you with an annoyed look, chubby cheeks bunching as he puffed on the tobacco. You went straight to the point.
“Are you aware of the accusations against you being made? About hush money and your sister’s doings.”
His eyes narrowed, fingertips digging into the wood of his desk. Bodecker suddenly smiled and said, “My poor sister was being used by her husband. She’s receiving treatment upstate Ohio. Truly a shame, but I can’t allow that to happen in our county. No hush money involved, it can be blow to the ego but she was sick.”
“Mhm. That is sad. Do you consider yourself a family man?”
He was getting more irritated by the second. You grinned, knowing you had the upper hand. Untouchable was written up and down your body, lest he get on bad with the magistrate and Mayor. Lee took a deep breath and sighed, “I’ve been wanting to have a family since my daddy upped and walked out on us. My wife has been…ill…so it’s been a slow process. We’re thinking about maybe adopting.”
You opened your mouth but Bodecker barked, “Nuh-uh. I pick this question and ya’ pretty lil’ self is gonna write it all down, ‘kay?” Feeling your cheeks heat up you nodded. It was only fair to write down some bullshit on behalf of Bodecker. So you did, unwillingly and oft with dramatic sighs.
You frowned at the Sheriff’s smug expression as he leaned back in that office chair, creaking in the quiet room. You stretched out yourself, the hem of your dress climbing higher and higher. He cleared his throat, blues locked on you. You kept your legs together and hummed, “Off the record question Sheriff— if you answer I’ll give ya’ a peak.”
He grunted softly, “Whassit’ sweetheart?”
Rubbing your thighs together tantalizingly had him begging like a dog for a bone with his eyes. You rolled your hips and asked, “So you gonna adopt some babies? You don’t go home and fill your wife’s pussy up every night? She’s mighty pretty but y’aint gettin’ any younger Sheriff.”
He groaned and palmed his swelling prick, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“What? Looks like y’got no problem getting it up?”
Lee Bodecker stood up, braced over his desk, and growled, “She’s a lockbox. Thinkin’ I’m fucking lil’ girls like you.” You dropped one of your legs to the floor, exposing your naked slit, cooing, “Really now?” He stepped closer, breathing hard. You could see the war in his mind but he couldn’t control the licking of his lips.
You knew what the man was imagining.
He stood still, hands on his hips as almost if he was stuck. You lounged idly, curls falling out of place. You slid your hand down your body, so, so, so slowly. Lee made a soft noise when you swiped your fingers through slippery slick. “She don’t get all wet for you like this Sheriff? Don’t take much for me.”
You rubbed a bit faster, breathily moaning, “I remember when you was just a deputy, hah, I was thirteen. Such an ugly duckling then. F-fuck but you were so handsome helping me when those boys were being mean.”
Lee had drawn closer, kneeling at the end of the couch, a hand near your calf, barely grazing it. His orbs were dark with arousal. The man desperately goaded, “C’mon- finish the story, c’mon.”
You arched your back, spreading yourself wider for him, circling your clit. “W-well, ya’ helped me out and you were just out the national guard, all young and trim- don’t matter shit! So when I went home I rode my pillow thinkin’ it was you.” You finished your dirty little story with a cry, shivering in pleasure. Lee looked wrecked, hand tightly wound around your ankle now, rubbing his ringed finger over his face.
You slid upward, batting his hand off. Lee gruffed, “Yer’ gonna give me a heart attack sweets— ya’ can’t stay much longer.” Close enough to smell his aftershave you pressed close, tucking yourself into a soft jawline, pressing some kisses.
You grabbed his big left hand and eyed the gold band. Playing with it the question rolled out, “When’s the last time you got a blow job Sheriff?” He gulped down a moan, shaking his head. You lapped at his thick ring finger, swallowing the digit down. He gasped and jerked at the sensation, eyes wide. You ever so gently eased his wedding ring off a slight hassle as his fingers weren’t so slim since the bells rang.
You pulled it out of your mouth and placed it on the side table, staring up at the bigger man, still kneeled outside the couch. Lee’s internal war seemed to be made up, he had a look in his eye now, jaw twitching. He stood up, cock flushed and thick against those tight slacks.
His big hand held your cheek, thumb stroking your cheek. You whimpered softly when he brushed the bottom lip. The sheriff murmured, “Can you be a good girl and follow along?” You nodded and suckled on his calloused thumb, watching eyes roll back.
He managed in a low rumble, “You’re gonna straighten up and walk your pretty tail to your car. Then head to the Seven-Eleven where the truckers park,” he bent down and nipped your earlobe, “Then I’m gonna come by and we’ll have a real interview— up close and personal.”
“Yessir,” you poorly whined. You shifted your thighs together to hold back the neediness still arising. You stood up on shaky legs, smoothing down your dress, wiping any stray makeup, putting your headband back on. Before you walked out the door he pressed his big body into yours, lips crawling up your neck.
“Haven’t had a blowjob in years. But I can’t resist any sweets.” He smacked your ass and you stumbled out the door, pen and paper in hand. The receptionist and a cop standing by her stared oddly but you chirped, “Have a wonderful night!” There was a skip in your step to the Mercury, you driving like a bat outta hell to the quickie store.
Then the waiting begun.
You contemplated rubbing your clit outta boredom and sheer need but went over your notes instead. Deep in thought, a knock at the window shocked you, sending the pen flying. The sheriff was clad in a leather jacket now, grinning like a maniac down at you. You tentatively opened the car door and asked, “Where we headed Sheriff?”
You were both parked behind a stationary truck. He had his hat on, brim low, arm slung around your waist. He hummed, “Not sure yet. Somewhere quiet. Probably one o’ those old lover’s lanes when I was young.” You stifled a laugh, “In a place like this it’s changed?”
He side-eyed you with a smirk, “Yep, y’know how many times I’d had to bust up little bad girls like you out past bedtime?” You rolled your eyes and stated, “Don’t got a curfew, my parents think I’m at Darlene’s.” He opened the side of the cruiser for you, getting a nice feel as you sat down.
He slipped in the driver’s side, turning on the ignition. He hummed, “This lover’s lane s’better, gotta pretty crick to run around in.” You stared in horror, “But what about bears and snakes?” He patted your thigh and cooed, “Don’t worry your pretty little head, not like I ain’t use a gun before.” His huge hand settled on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing maddeningly.
You whimpered under your breath, been on edge too long. Rolling toward a dilapidated stop sign he made a noise of faux concern, teasing, “Poor doll baby, you riled up huh? C’mere and sit a little closer.”
You practically leapt to his side, plastered to his warmth. He grinned again and held you snug into his soft midsection. Cruising at a leisurely pace he admitted without looking, “I wanna’ baby so bad. Fill the house with kids. Be better than my shitbag of a Daddy.”
You wanted that too. Real bad. Just thinking about it made you needier. He grumbled, “I don’t know if it’s me or her but ain’t nothing clicked. We been to the doctor in Cleveland, my spunk’s all fine.” He groaned in annoyance, “Why am I even telling you all this?”
You shrugged, “Obviously it’s been weighing on ya. I’d have your babies. Ones with big blue eyes and pretty teeth,” you placed a hand on his soft stomach and whispered, “You’d be a good daddy. I’ve seen ya at the town gatherings.” Bodecker sharply inhaled, hand gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
His driving sped up some, ducking down into an old trail to a holler. He didn’t respond, jaw tighter than ever. You asked, “Sheriff? Bodecker? Did I say something?” He growled, “Babygirl…nah, you said everything I wanted to hear.” He placed a gentler hand around your knee, giving a squeeze.
He put the cruiser in park, settling back with a sigh. You eyed him with wide eyes, utterly transfixed. In the moment you trembled, a bit out of your element, but the ache between your legs was throbbing and persistent. You helped him undo his tight jacket and throw it in the back. You tossed his wide brimmed hat with a little giggle.
Lee rolled his window down and you copied him. The silence was stagnant until the sounds of the evening filled in. The energy was still charged. He turned to you, blue eyes intense. The sheriff asked, “You really mean all that? About the babies and shit?” You nodded, reaching a hand out to grip his bigger one.
“You’re a goddamn angel. Shit baby- how old’re you now?” He ran a frantic hand through his dark hand, biting that damned lip again. You warbled, “M’eighteen. Been that way for a couple a’ months.” He shook his head, laughing lowly, “I’m old enough t’be ya’ daddy sweet cheeks.”
“You can be my daddy. I don’t care. I’ll put all the babies you want in that big empty house up in Brewer Heights.”
He pulled you by your thighs, his bulk keeping you wide open and pinned. Lee hissed in your ear, “Can’t say shit like that. I’m a married man, divorce not good for the election baby.” You pouted and turned away, annoyed. He grabbed your cheeks and cooed, “That don’t mean we can make some arrangements after I win and you’d be the biggest prize.”
You rolled your body against his softer one and petulantly replied, “You promise? Y’gonna be my daddy Lee?” He smiled while peppering kisses along your jaw. “Mhm. I’ll be your daddy, dress you up, take you around, fill ya’ up with my babies.”
“Good. Being on the judge’s bad side would be sticker in your heel for winning,” you said lightly.
He glared you down, fear filling your veins before Lee laughed, “Don’t I know that? Bratty lil’ girl, bout’ as slick as those gangsters at the Tecumseh.” You retorted, “You like it, I know it.” Lee sat back on his haunches, kicking open the car door behind him. You surged forward with a whimper, seizing his plump lips.
You batted his hands away to loosen his tie then unbutton his top. While unpinning his badge you hummed, “Nah. This’ll be my job when you get home after a long day.” Lee simply groaned and panted while you plucked the buttons off. You commented, “Daddy needs a bigger size.”
You ran your hands down his soft belly and hips, squeezing. They settled on his belt, pudge slightly rolling over. He scoffed, “Eatin’ too many sweets. I’ll be a Fuckin’ hog by the end of the election.” Loosening his belt with a jingle you shrugged, “Not when you’re fucking your pretty girl all the time, that’ll get some cardio in.”
Button popped and you stroked him through his underwear, earning a strangled moan. You couldn’t help but whimper, “Oh- you’re big.” He shucked off the rest of the pants along with the whites— cock rudely slapping against his tummy. You blushed and cried out when he reached behind your neck to unbutton your collar.
In a flurry of muted pink you were on your knees in the buff. Lee rumbled, “Oh little girl, fuck, pretty goddamn baby.” You whimpered, “Touch me, c’mon daddy, s’been too long. Huuurts.” He laid you down on the seat, big hands rubbing you gently, cooing, “Ain’t you just a darlin’? Daddy’s gonna take care of ya.”
His cock slotted against your oversensitive pussy, making you cry out again, hands wrapping round his broad shoulders. He leaned in from an angle, taking your lips sweetly. You shyly moaned into his mouth, rutting against him in excitement. All your dreams come true. Lee Bodecker would be yours.
He shifted in the tight compartment, hand cradling you for better access to your mouth. He kicked into your lax mouth, panting, “Been s’long, taste so sweet.” You lapped back, wet smacks filling the cruiser. His tongue playfully danced against yours, kissing rough then pulling back to smile at you.
You tried to close the gap, only for the bastard to back off further. You whined his name in annoyance, squirming. The brunette shushed you, “Hold on now, lemme love on you some.” Your eye roll turned into a real one when his lips sealed over your nipple, flicking his tongue naughtily. Billy from down the road didn’t know jack shit about this, fucking boy.
You ran your hand through his thick hair, panting and mewling softly. “Lee, oh f- Christ!” He hummed amusedly around your bud, sending you reeling again. Then switched to the other one, rough fingers twitching and pulling. He was rolling his thick cock between your folds quicker now, making you a mess of nerves and emotions.
For some reason tears pricked at your eyes as you cried his name, your belly awash with heat, orgasm taking you by surprise. Clinging to the man, you sobbed into his sweet smelling neck, shaking like a leaf. Lee groaned low and long, caught up in pleasure before he realized.
He enveloped you into a tight embrace, shushing and cooing sweet things. Lee softly spoke, “Oh honey, s’too much? Poor baby never been with a real man like her daddy. Shh now, s’okay sweet pea. Breathe for me, c’mon.” You blinked more tears into his neck, trying to stop your shuddery breathing.
He was doing a good job of holding you tight, feeling safe nestled against his soft belly and hard arms. You croaked, “S’sorry daddy, didn’t know what came over me. Didn’t even let you get to come.” He nuzzled the crown of your mussed hair. “You’re fine pretty girl, I know ya’ been keyed up for hours. Why don’t we take a dip in that crick, sure is hot out here.”
You nodded slowly, wiping your eyes while da-Lee loved up on you, big hand leading you to the babbling water. He grinned, “S’gon be cold. Better hold tight.” You managed a weak tease, “Did’ja tell that to all the girlies back in the day?”
“Maybe. Only if they was special.”
“Was your wife special?”
He remained quiet for a beat, only the sound of water rushing by. Lee shook his head and sighed, “Nah. That was a between patrol hookup and she had money. Thought it would be a good idea.”
“Fuck er’ let’s get in daddy,” you swore.
His forlorn expression brightened under the moonlight, him stepping in the water first. He whooped, “Whew it’s brisk! Good for ya, that’s what my momma used ta’ say.” You stepped in ankle deep, yelping. Lee barked out a laugh and waded further, submerged to his thighs. He sat on a flattened boulder, pulling you in.
Much shorter than Lee you cried out in shock at the coolness hitting your overheated nerves. You hopped to him and whined, “Goddamn Lee, that’s cold as hell!” He grinned and retorted, “Get up here then, up ya’ get.”
You were on top of his spread thighs, his unflagging prick between you two, pulsing. The water lapped around your feet and his shins. Lee’s tone grew darker as he asked, “You gonna let daddy stretch that pretty pussy out?” Arousal flooded your system like a ton of bricks again.
“Yessir, I ain’t a virgin but take it slow, yeah?”
“Slow as you want sugar, you’re on top after all.”
You kissed him again, pressing your forehead against his while you lifted up on quivering thighs. He steadied his cock as you descended, gasping as the thick tip began to breach your still soaked core. He hummed, “That’s it, real slow baby girl, no rush.” You slid down further, whining at the stretch, about halfway now.
You took a break to pant in his mouth, soaking up those sweet nothings. The pinch died down and you slid flush to his lap. You were full, stretched, split. You gasped and shuddered. “Lee. Daddy. Oh god daddy- you’re so big ah hell, feeling you everywhere dadddy!”
He pressed down on your lower belly, eyes blackened with lust. Lee murmured, “Mmmm- yeah sweetheart, shit, tight, I can feel me through ya’.” He looked dazed, forehead still stuck to yours as he panted. The sheriff slurred, “Oh fuck sssweetheart, s’been s-so damn long for daddy. Don’t want it to end.”
“Fuck me then, get it out, I got mine,” you pleaded while pecking his lips. Pushing the man back against the rock you laid on top of him, letting Lee plant his feet on something solid. Lee moaned long and low, fucking into you roughly with heavy slaps, something that’ll make a whore blush.
He babbled, “Yeah, baby, gonna be your daddy, fuck you all day and night until that belly is round, take care of ya’. Everyone gonna be jealous of ole’ Bodecker. We’ll build our own- fucking hell- place!”
You nodded along, your daddy’s cock rubbing spots you didn’t know existed inside your pussy. “Yeah, yeah, fuck me, love it!” He let out a weak noise, sucking in a breath. You could tell the man was close, he was whimpering almost imperceptibly, strokes growing sloppy.
“Awh fucking- baby,” he warned.
You pulled off of him and let the seed spurt against your belly and tits. Lee scrunched his cute face up, soft tummy twitching as he unloaded on you, moaning unabashedly. He blinked a couple of times, smiling at you like you’d hung the moon.
“How’d I get so damn lucky huh?”
You shrugged, cock drunk and giddy. “I just knew you’d have a nice cock and decided to hunt you down.”
He guffawed, pulling you both into the freezing ass water. You spluttered, gasping from shock. He howled again, laughing. Lee held you tightly, locking your hips around his waist. You nuzzled into his embrace, hearing his chest vibrate as he promised, “Gonna be your daddy, all mine now little girl.”
“All yours,” you promised.
A year later Sheriff Bodecker started the groundwork on his new home, right next to that creek where it all started. He stood behind you, rubbing your slightly rounded belly. Lee hummed, “See, what I tell you Mrs. Bodecker?”
“Everything you said, Mr. Bodecker,” you winked,
“Daddy.”
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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
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🔥 Might Even Be by @slyyywriting
🔥 Lose Your Voice by @navybrat817
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💗 Rooted in Love by @/jobean12-blog
🔥 Cockwarming by @vellicore
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💗 A Written Notion by @sweetdreamsbuck
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Steve Rogers
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🔥 Eyes on Me by @1-800-jjbarnes
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🔥 Car Sex by @stuckymonkey
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Wanda Maximoff
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Frank Castle
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Sam Wilson
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Andy Barber
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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
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Multiple Characters
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myfictionaldreams · 1 year
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Day 10: Overstimulation - Lee Bodecker
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Kinktober Day 10: Overstimulation - Lee Bodecker
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dbf!lee bodecker, dom/sub, age gap, secret relationship, nicknames, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, multiple orgasms, keeping quiet, praise kink, handcuffs, pussy slaps, pain/pleasure, overstimulation, masturbation, cum swallowing, no use of y/n
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The night seemed to drag on for what felt like forever. Your eyes were tired from flicking between the two men that were sat at either end of the dinner table as you all silently ate the food you’d been cooking all afternoon. On the right was your dad, chewing his food down sloppily with his unknown number of beer in his hand, all the whilst your foot travelled up the calf of the man to your right, your father’s best friend and Sheriff to your small town of Knockemstiff, Lee Bodecker.
You weren’t even sure how you had ended up in this situation of becoming intimate with your father’s best friend but here you were, gently easing another beer into your father's hand as he began to slur his words, a sign he was heading in the right direction. The two of you had begun sleeping together months ago and you were well aware that you would not love another man the way you loved the Sheriff and you couldn’t reveal this to your father, dread filling your stomach at the mere thought.
“Let’s move this into the living room, don’tcha think Bodecker? Clear up Sweetheart, thanks for the food” your father announced before standing abruptly, the chair squealing across the floor before he stomped into the other room. You saw the Sheriff grimace at seeing your father drunk and you did feel guilty for subtly making him drink so much but you needed him to pass out, the unsettling horny sensation in between your legs clouded your judgement.
Collecting the dishes, you carried them into the kitchen, placing them into the sink, you tried to remain calm as you heard the Sheriff shout that he was getting another two beers and then his footsteps were loud enough that they had to be in the same room as you.
Not wanting to be the first to display any affection or to even acknowledge him, you continued to wash the plates but Lee had other ideas, collecting the two drinks before placing them next to you on the countertop.
His arms crowded you into the sink, showing the beige material of his police uniform that he was wearing having come here straight after work like he did most evenings. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as he breathed against it, leaning his chest in close.
“You look beautiful darlin’” his voice was low as he spoke sending a shiver up your spine but you didn’t turn your body, just kept a strong grip on the plate in your hands but wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him.
“I can’t wait until later Sheriff” you whispered in response.
“Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for you” with that he picked up his beers and walked out of the kitchen and you didn’t release the breaths you’d been holding until you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore.
After shaking your body head to toe, snapping out of the horny daze, you finished washing up before joining the two men in the living room, always volunteering to get your father a drink whenever he was halfway through his current one until he was hardly managing to keep his eyes open anymore.
“Goodnight daddy” you suddenly announced, standing and kissing your father on the cheek before moving to exit the room. Glancing over your shoulder you mumbled in a tone that you hoped didn’t sound too excited, “Goodnight Sheriff”.
You didn’t get a response as you made it to your room. It was the same as most nights, waiting for your father to pass out, then the sound of heavy footsteps that you could recognise anywhere, the door to your room opening and closing for only a second and then the Sheriff was standing in your room.
You were wrapping your arms around his neck in a brief jump, his coming up to cradle your jaw as he kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue against yours so you could taste the beer that he had just been drinking.
The Sheriff pulled back from the kiss first, trying to catch his breath as he stared down at your outfit, “mmm darlin’ you’re killing me here,” he admired your all-white night dress.
“I knew it was your favourite, that’s why I’ve worn it” you explained, hearing him make a deep growl-like noise, taking a predatory step towards you that had you stepping backwards, an innocent grin on your lips until you knocked into the bed, falling effortlessly onto it so that he was now standing over you.
Lee didn’t say another word, he simply lifted your dress up to your waist, exposing your naked lower body and his eyes glazed over at the wet view before him. Dropping to his knees, he held firmly onto your thighs, spreading them and pulling you closer at the same time.
You leaned up on your forearms, watching his every move as he seemed to take a deep sniff of your cunt, savouring in the sweet and salty scents before pushing his tongue deep into your folds. Collapsing back onto the bed, you had to bite onto your hand to stop from shouting out - one of the downsides to this entire situation was that you weren’t ever allowed to be any louder than a mouse.
Lee enjoyed sweet things, and he always said you were his sweet honey and therefore always devoured your cunt at any opportunity and damn he was so good at it. Starting by pushing his warm wet tongue into your eager pussy, stretching out the hole, flicking his tongue, trying to delve as deep as he can before pulling out and moving up to your clit.
 This is where he spent the most time, taking his time to build you up and up and tear you down. Applying the slightest bit of pressure with the tip of his tongue moving in a steady circle, making sure to hold your hips tightly to the bed so he had full control, then sucking your clit into his mouth however this time he nipped on the sensitive bud, causing you to yap at the sensation.
He chuckled darkly at your reaction but didn’t stop with his movements now was moving his tongue back and forth over the nerves and you could feel the tingling beginning to build in your abdomen. Lee knew too that you were approaching your peak by the way your chest rose and fell quicker, thighs trembling against his cheeks but he didn’t stop his actions, not until he felt that recognisable clamp of your cunt against his chin, did he then suck your clit back into his mouth with all his force.
It was such an intense feeling that you sat up, bit your lip and pushed against his head to give you a break and time to come down from the orgasmic high. Licking his lips he sat back on his heels, actually giving you the time to recover, he supposed he could give you this before continuing with his plan.
Your eyes had been closed the entire time and you’d expected him to be undoing his belt by now like he always did but as you looked down at him still on the floor, he was just sitting there watching you closely, your body heating with anticipation.
“Are you going to be my good girl, sweet?” you bite your lip at the nickname, nodding, knowing you’d agree to just about anything at this point. Lee gave you a comforting smile before easing you up and turning you over, pushing your body over the edge of the bed so your legs were now hanging off of the side.
“Remember to keep quiet darlin’” you tried to look over your shoulder, again expecting him to be pulling his cock out but he still remained fully clothed, just staring at your backside as he stood up.
What was coming next, you weren’t expecting as a sharp sting spread across your left arse cheek from where the Sheriff had spanked you. He didn’t give you time to react, repeatedly bringing his hand down across both cheeks, you were aware that the slaps were loud but you didn’t care, loving the burning pain and white-hot pleasure that coursed through your veins, confusing your mind.
To make sure you didn’t scream out as slap after slap was applied, you bit into your blanket, body beginning to tremble. You were doing so well to keep quiet, that was until one slap landed directly on your pussy, and you produced a throaty moan.
“You like that? My sweet, filthy girl” Lee then proceeded to lay quick sharp slaps onto your already sensitive cunt, each one had you withering and moaning on the bed until you were nearly sobbing with how horny and sore you were.
Lee looked down at his creation, in between your legs was now puffy and soaked with arousal. Whilst lost in your overwhelmed headspace, the Sheriff eased both of your hands behind your back, smirking at the dainty size compared to his as he quickly hooked his handcuffs around both wrists.
It was only as he turned you onto your back, now lying on your tied-together hands did you realise what had happened, feeling even more uncomfortable from lying on both your sore arse and hands.
He dropped to his knees again, lips sealing around your sensitive clit and began sucking again. Your body was on fire, particularly between your legs and you had nothing to bite on to hold sobs of pleasure in so the man covered your mouth with his large rough hand. You were dripping fluids all over your sheets, coating his chin in the process as he continued his oral attack.
You were so incredibly sore and sensitive at the same time, not sure if you were wanting to cum or take a break but your body just continued to twitch and beg for more as he flicked over your oversensitive clit once more.
Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly and hard, your body convulsing as you tried to hold in your aggressive scream causing you to choke on your breath becoming overwhelmed. This… this was the time when the Sheriff finally unbuckled his belt, reaching in to pull out his cock and positioned it at your sensitive hole.
Only a few more thrusts and you were just only comprehending that he was fucking you mid-orgasm when you both froze, not even breathing as your father shouted, “Lee?”
Said man was pulling out of you swiftly, pulling on your elbow until you were upright, tugging down your dress to cover your pussy, wiping the dribble off your chin and pushing you towards your bedroom door just as you heard footsteps on the other side.
You were so dazed, hands both burning as well as in between your legs from where your hands still remained in handcuffs, not even realising that Lee’s hiding place was simply lying on the floor on the other side of your bed as your father opened the door.
Your legs wobbled to keep your body upright, but you had just enough energy to place your foot behind the door to stop your father from opening it too wide this way you could hide the fact that you were handcuffed, leaning against the door, trying to act as you’d just be woken up but in fact, were hiding your slightly swollen kissed lips behind your hair.
“Daddy? What is it?” you whispered, trying to ignore the wetness that was dripping in between your thighs.
Your father didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything, rocking from side to side enough that he had to hold onto the wall, “Lee, where the fuck is it? I swear I was just talking to him” his voice was gravelled with sleep and intoxication.
“He left daddy” you tried to keep your voice sweet and soft, not even sure how you were going to lie to him but the words just rolled off of your tongue.
“But- his car is still here” it was obvious that your father was trying to come up with a reason and your heart hammered harder with each word that he spoke.
“Sheriff walked home, the two of you did have quite a lot to drink tonight. He made sure to knock on my door before leaving, wanted to make sure that there was someone to tell you where he had gone to”.
You held your breath waiting for his response but not even feeling guilty for the fact that his best friend was only a step away with his cock still wet from where it had been deep inside.
Finally, your father seemed to believe you, “ok baby, sorry for waking you”. Leaning down your father kissed your forehead and you tried not to cringe at the movement, knowing he could probably taste the sweat on your forehead but he staggered off in the direction of his bedroom.
As soon as his door closed, you closed yours, releasing the breath you’d been holding and resting your forehead against the door, that was way too close.
Amongst all of the fear, you’d almost forgotten about the other person in the room, holding back a squeal as his hand covered your mouth, his lips on your ear, “shhh you did so well darlin’”. As he spoke, he shoved your dress back up to your waist, pulling your hips back slightly and reached for his own cock that you now noticed was still out, he hadn’t even tucked it away even with being so close to being caught.
You tried to push him off, not wanting to risk this with your father still awake in the other room but you couldn't help but gasp against his palm as he fucked into your already stretched hole. The sheriff didn’t hold back, mostly now holding your body up with the hand covering your face and the other gripping the handcuffs around your wrists, tugging your body back to meet his thrusts.
Not even daring to make a noise, you felt each breath catch in your throat, so the only noise was that of the squelch from where he pushed back into your body. It was all getting so much, the risk of being caught, the deep ache in your arms compared to the numb feeling in your legs that struggled to hold you up, and then there was the extremely sensitive, swollen and pulsing from your cunt that made the entire situation completely overstimulating for your body and mind.
Your body shivered slightly different to how it had before and you could feel the inevitable pleasure building but with how your body was reacting you weren’t sure you could handle another orgasm without screaming out and losing any strength to keep yourself up. With each thrust, you huffed out a heavy breath, and Lee could notice the difference, smiling widely behind you, licking his lips as he only proceeded to fuck you harder and faster, all the excitement of being caught only causing his adrenaline to go straight to his cock.
“That's it sweet, you can do it” you tried to ignore the man’s encouragement to cum, trying to think of anything else but the burning pleasure that coursed through your veins but to no avail as it all came crumbling down.
Your pussy clenched so hard that the Sheriff had to pull out at the intensity which only caused you to drop to the floor, not even feeling the pain from your knees colliding with the carpet, thighs wobbling uncontrollably with each clench of euphoria. You’d thought you would have screamed out but you couldn’t even muster up the energy to do this as you simply mewled a slight bit of dribble escaping the corner of your mouth.
Lee was in heaven watching this, not wasting a second to pull back your hair causing your body to contort slightly as he looked down at your face, all the while his hand was furiously clenched around his cock, tossing himself to have his own orgasm.
“Open” he grunted as he felt his balls tighten to his body and in your completely cock-drain brain, managed to widely open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. His hot seed shot into your mouth, coating every inch of it until you had to swallow to make room or risk it spilling onto your nightdress.
The salty taste that you had experienced too many times to count was the only thing that you held onto in your thoughtless, fucked out mind. Not even aware as your surroundings swirled from solid floor to soft bed, your arms now able to move to your side as the handcuffs returned back to the pocket that they belonged in.
“Sh-Sherrif?” you croaked out, tiredly blinking and looked around the room, feeling the blanket being placed over your still trembling body.
“Go to sleep darlin’” he kissed your forehead from behind and you were too tired to turn around, just instead listening to him step away, opening and closing the door and finally leaving the house silently. It didn’t even dawn on you to try and get cleaned up, ignoring the ache over your entire body, the sensitivity and stickiness between your legs, instead falling into a deep deserved sleep.
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bunnyscraft · 2 years
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Lee Bodecker Master-list
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Bambi Eyes: (Series)
Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man, but that only makes it easier doing bad things to get his good girl.
Warnings: Dub-con, Dark!Lee, Innocent!Reader, daddy kink, Stalking, kidnapping, future smut,
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dyinglikenarcissus · 6 months
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The Help
I kinda hate this title but it was inspired by the movie and I couldn’t make my brain think of anything else
Lee Bodecker x his black female maid reader who is way overqualified for the job
14k words
Warnings: 18+ only!!! Contains: mommy and daddy kink, a bit of breeding kink, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, and here’s the big one: there’s one ‘negro’. It’s a period fic and a sign of the times so there you go. You’ve been properly warned. Consume at your own risk.
Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude
Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️
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“Lee! This place is a fucking mess!” Sandy calls as she steps into her brother’s house.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?” Lee grunts back from the staircase, cigarette hanging from his lips as he pulls on his jacket.
“It’s embarrassing! You’re the sheriff. You live in sty,” she sighs picking up a shirt from the floor. “Really?” She asks holding up the garment. “Do you expect mom to get up out of her grave and clean up after you?”
He just ignores her continuing to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Hard not to,” Lee mutters.
“These ash trays haven’t been emptied since the last time I came over. And what’s with all these wrappers?” Sandy brushes a pile of candy wrappers into an overflowing trashcan. “Why don’t you hire someone?”
“Ain’t nobody got money for that,” Lee replies into his sandwich. He had to avoid three slices of moldy bread and all he had was cheese and mayonnaise in the fridge. He’d just grab something else on his way to work.
“You have a Cadillac and Lincoln and if you had someone cooking for you, you wouldn’t spend so much at the diners and drive ins.” Lee continues to ignore her to grab a Coke from the fridge. “What are you saving all this money for? Hoping one of those hoes you fuck around with will show up with a kid?”
“God, I hope not,” Lee sighs. Maybe he should hire someone. Be nice to have a home cooked meal. Not just add to the mess anymore. He could use a woman’s touch around here…
“You know someone?” He finally asks, a lazy drawl in his voice as he levels his gaze with his sister.
She just smirks back at him. “A friend of mine’s sister is looking for work.”
“Friend of yours? You got shitty friends, Sand,” Lee goads.
“She’s a friend from work,” Sandy explains.
“‘Nother waitress?” She nods. “And it’s her sister?” She nods again. “Ever met her?”
“I have. She comes around the diner sometimes. She’s nice. Educated. She just graduated from college.”
“Why the hell she want to be a maid?”
“She moved back here to take care of their mom. It’s temporary. Until you finally find a wife that can take care of you.”
Lee let’s out an exasperated huff. “Send her over Monday morning.”
Sandy grins triumphantly. “You’re gonna love her.”
“Whatever,” Lee grumbles and lights another cigarette. “Get out of my house. I gotta get to work.”
The next Monday, you stand waiting on an unfamiliar porch in a starched blue dress with a canvas bag of cleaning supplies. You were desperate for anything at his point. Meade was a place you hoped you never had to return to. After you got accepted into Spelman you kissed this place goodbye and refused to look back.
Then your mom got sick your senior year.
So you started to spend your summers out here instead of having fun with your friends. And after graduating nursing school, instead of taking an offer from a innovative hospital with competitive pay in San Francisco, you were stuck back in your backwards home town that still had signs for ‘colored’ and ‘white’ over the water fountains.
There wasn’t a position for a black nurse here. They’d let you work as a custodian but they “didn't have a place for a woman of your stature”. The ‘black’ hospital was thirty minutes away and they couldn’t afford to take on anyone else. They could barely afford their skeleton staff alone. Unless you wanted to work for free with an hour long commute, you were stuck either cleaning or waiting tables or stocking groceries because this place was stuck in the 1800s!
“It’s just for now,” you remind yourself under your breath. Just until you could convince your mom to move to California with you. Your sister has two kids and a full time job. She can only help her so much. So you turned down that job to take care of her. She’d have better care in a bigger city. A better life in general. But old people are reluctant to change. It’d take some time to convince her but you refuse to waste away in this hell hole with the worst people in America.
You’ll have an apartment overlooking the water and be working at a cutting edge hospital by next summer.
“It’s just for now,” you repeat. You hear a heavy set of footsteps approach the door.
Your sister said he was the sheriff. Her coworker’s brother. Figures in Meade County that the sheriffs’s sister would be a waitress and not a lawyer or a politician or a doctor or something more prestigious. You roll your eyes that you’ll be working for the man that continues to enforce Jim Crow after it’s been deemed unconstitutional.
You just hope your mouth can keep in check.
“It’s just for now.”
The door finally opens revealing a wall of a man. You look up to see him dressed in a grey button up stretched over a bit of pooch, stubble forming on his cheeks from not shaving that morning, perfectly cropped dark hair, and a gorgeous set of blue eyes. Sandy’s eyes weren’t nearly as bright.
A small smirk forms on his lips as you stare up at him.
“You the cleaning girl?” He drawls, watching you stare at him dumbly.
“Uh, yeah,” you whisper. “I mean, yes,” you respond a little more confidently. “Yes, sir, sheriff, Mr. Bodecker...”
He lets out an amused noise at your flustering. “Just Lee’s fine. Come on.” He nods toward the house, leading you in and you notice you have your work cut out for you. “You got a name?” You nod and introduce yourself. “You cook?”
“I can cook,” you agree. Your family likes your cooking enough.
“You know anything about gardening?”
“Like a vegetable garden?”
“Yeah. I’m looking to start one. It’d be nice to have some help.” You just nod again not looking forward to getting dirty but your dad taught you some things about flowers while he was still alive.
“I’ll have you make three meals a day. I can offer $5 an hour, five days a week. That sound alright?”
That’s perfect! Plenty to help you save, buy a car, get a home in California. You just nod, attempting to not look so eager.
“Alright. It’s a fucking mess around here so you have your work cut out for you. I work ridiculous hours so i ain’t home a lot. I’m just gonna trust you to find something to do around here.” You nod as you follow him around the house. Two stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen could use more than a little organizing, and the bathroom looked like it requires a hazmat suit to take care of. “As you can see, you’ll have plenty to do. I’m not a tyrant. I just expect mutual respect.” You nod again as he stops in the kitchen. “Alright. It’s my day off so I’ll be around if you have any questions.” You nod again.
Then he leaves you alone.
Alright. Where to start?
“Oh! Have you had breakfast?” You call after your new employer on his way upstairs.
“Sure haven’t. That’s your first assignment.” You smile and look through the refrigerator for breakfast food.
You step into your crowded mother’s house after a long day of cleaning and cooking to find her in her favorite chair listening to the radio while your sister’s kids chase a ball.
“Will y’all take that outside before you break something?” You scold.
“Leave those babies alone. They aren’t hurting anyone,” your mother laughs weakly.
“You are so much softer on them then you were on us,” you lament walking over to press a kiss to her forehead.
“How was your first day?”
“It was fine. He seems nice enough. Kept to himself mostly but he gave me a key for tomorrow because he doubts he’ll be back home when I’m off.”
“What’s the sheriff’s house like?” She asks ready for all the gritting details.
“It was a mess in there, momma! I’m tackling one thing at a time. It’s nice but I don’t know, I expected him to have one of those plantation homes passed down since the 1800s,” you joke.
“Well, he ain’t a real white.” You cut your mother a look at her statement. She can’t end with that. “His momma immigrated here.”
“Really?” Your mom knows all the good gossip.
“One of those little European countries. There’s a million of ‘em. She was pregnant with him when she showed up and got pregnant with his sister a couple years later. Never did marry. Never did know who the girl’s father was.”
“What’d she do out here?”
“You know I hate to gossip.” Liar. But you don’t say it out loud. “No one ever saw her going to work but folk would see her coming home early in the morning if you follow.”
“Ohhhh,” you laugh at the scandal. You began to wonder how an immigrant became the sheriff in this small town. He was elected while you were in Atlanta so you had no idea that he even existed.
Interesting situation.
“But that was all speculation. Don’t go spreading that around, you hear?”
“Yes, momma,” you smile while rolling your eyes. “I’m gonna start dinner, alright? How’s gumbo sound?”
“Oh Lord, girl! What d’you know about gumbo?” She laughs herself into a coughing fit.
You hand her a handkerchief and rub her back until it passes. “I know plenty, momma. Been in Atlanta for the past six years.”
“Alright, girl. You go on ahead,” she smiles skeptically making you giggle.
You go to start dinner for the house and hope Lee enjoyed the dinner you made him.
Soon your sister come home and shortly afterward her husband and it was a full house. It was noisy and crowded and you never missed your little apartment more than you did in the evenings.
At least you didn’t have to share a room with anyone. It may be small, basically a refitted pantry, but it was private.
You finally retreat to your room alone after showering and wrapping up your hair. You let out a soft sigh as you fall onto your bed. You curl under your covers, exhausted but a little restless for some reason. You aren’t sure why. You should fall asleep the second your head hits the pillow. You know you’re going to be so sore in the morning after today but you can’t settle down.
You jiggle your leg in frustration.
You know what will help you sleep…
You hate doing this in your mother’s home. It was so much easier when you had your own place.
But you need some sleep.
You slip your hand under your night gown. You easily find your clit and apply a little pressure. You bite your lip and let out a soft moan as you let your imagination run wild. Normally you imagined Sidney Poitier or Paul Newman having their way with you but tonight a new face entered your mind.
Oh no.
Brain! No!
Not him! He’s your boss! You whimper at the idea of wanting to fuck the giant man. Stop…
But it felt so good. It was so easy. The idea of his big hands all over you, his lips pressed against your skin.
You let out a quiet whine as you cum far too quickly.
This is bad. This is so bad. But you did manage to relax yourself. You were too tired to overthink it. You’ll figure it out in the morning.
But you didn’t figure it out in the morning. You made Lee his breakfast and sent him off to work before eating something yourself and tackling another mess in his home. You didn’t see him much after your first day. Just in the morning as he got ready for work and, as promised, he normally didn’t make it home in time to see you off. But you kept yourself busy and before you knew it your weekend came. You enjoyed time with your family, took a bus to the city with your mother and sister to shop, went to a movie with some childhood friends, and ended it all with church on Sunday.
And not once did you think about how you got off to the image of your boss. It went to the back of your mind where it belonged and didn’t resurface until early Monday morning.
You let out a soft sigh as you step into Lee’s house. All those images of him unwillingly flood back into your brain as you see him leaning over the kitchen counter looking over the newspaper. His cigarette hangs from his mouth precariously. His weekend clothes are a far cry from his work ensemble. So loose with a slight hint his preferences. You guess his favorite color is red since he owns so many button ups and polos in varying red tones. He also has a collection of colorful socks. They all have interesting patterns and designs. You enjoyed looking at them while folding his laundry.
“Morning,” he greets breaking you from your trance.
“Oh! Good morning,” you squeak in surprise. You hope he didn’t notice you staring.
“Didn’t startle you, did I?
“Yes! I mean no. I mean I don’t-”
“It’s alright,” he chuckles. “It’s early.”
You just nod, taking the out, and place your bag on the table by the door. “What would you like for breakfast this morning?” You ask redirecting your very explicit thoughts.
“I saw you got some thick cut bacon at the store,” he trails expectantly.
“That was meant to be a surprise,” you smile.
“You should’ve hid it better,” Lee grunts.
“Coming right up,” you laugh and head into the kitchen. Lee has Mondays off strangely enough. You think he also has the weekend off. It was odd that he wanted you around on his day off but you did your best to stay quiet and out of the way. It helped that he spent his time outside mostly, working on his garden and mowing the lawn.
He came in a little before noon asking about the lunch you were plating.
“Looks good. Thank you.” You just nod in response as he takes his plate to the dining table leaving you to eat at the kitchen bar.
“You gonna join me?” Lee calls after a moment.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t-“ you start but he reappears just to grab your plate and place it next to his. “I really couldn’t,” you try to explain but he just pulls out the chair next to his and waits for you to sit.
“We can stand here all day staring at each other but I know you’re hungry,” Lee goads when you refuse to budge.
“Fine,” you sigh and roll your eyes.
“See? Ain’t this nice?” Lee laughs while pushing in your chair after you reluctantly sat. You attempt to eat in silence, making yourself as small as possible but the sheriff has other ideas. “My sister said you went to nursing school?” He asks braking your concentration on your green beans.
“Yeah. Um, I graduated from Spelman in Atlanta.”
“Smart girl,” he deduces. “What are you doing cleaning up after me?”
“My mom got sick and there’s no place for a black nurse around here.”
He hums softly in response. “You been to that hospital?” You shake your head softly. “I’d prefer it if you were working there than half those nurses. Some of the meanest women I’ve ever met.” You giggle. “Last time I went in there I swear this woman had never seen a patient in her life. She jabbed me three times to try to get my blood and acted like it was my fault. Ain’t that the first thing y’all learn?”
“Not the first thing,” you smile. “But it’s pretty high on the list.”
“Well, I don’t want you to leave me but I can put in a word for you. Just so there will be someone that can properly draw blood.”
“How do you know I can draw blood?” You smile jokingly.
“You could be worse than that woman but at least you’d be nice to look at.”
“Mr. Bodecker!” You gasp with a smile.
He just smirks back at you. “And what did I tell you about that ‘Mr.’ Shit?”
“Calling you ‘Lee’ is…weird,” you explain shyly glancing away.
“Well, calling me ‘Mr. Bodecker’ is even weirder. Call me fuck face before you call me that.” You can only laugh at his antics, covering your mouth with you hand as you giggle. “Got it?”
“Yes…Lee,” you respond through your laughter.
“Good girl.”
Those word haunt you for the rest of the day and all the way back home. You walked right past your mother with the briefest of greetings on your way to your room. There was left over spaghetti from the night before for dinner so your didn’t have to worry about cooking. You just need to get to your room. You just needed a minute.
Maybe five.
Your hips desperately rocked into your fingers as you think of those two simple little words. That drawl around them. The smirk on his lips as he said them. Fuck! You want to be his good girl forever. It felt so good to be good for him. You whimper into your pillow as you cum around your fingers, soaking your hand. A soft curse escapes your lips. You wish it was Lee’s hand. Lee’s mouth. Lee’s cock…
“Shit.”
This really isn’t good.
Your contact with Lee is minimal for the rest of the week but it all just seems to get worse. The lingering smell of his cologne, the feel of his clothes, his presence left in his house. It’s all so intimate. You can hardly stand it!
Weeks pass like this. You living absolute torture by a man who had no idea what he was doing to you.
Until there’s a lull in one of your days and you hear the strangest noise coming from outside.
You were dusting the selves around the living room when you heard crying outside. It must just be a neighborhood kid but you investigate anyway. When you deduce that it’s coming from the backyard you stick your head out the back door tentatively. Maybe the back neighbor? But it’s coming from a bush…
Maybe the tiny borrower neighbors…
Your speculation that it’s just the neighbors is getting slimmer and slimmer.
You squat down to see under Lee’s freshly planted ground covering and notice a little white ball of fur.
“Oh?” A kitten. Barely even had it’s pretty little blue eyes open. When it sees you, it’s crying gets louder and it toddles its way toward you. “Oh, poor baby. You crying for your momma?” It makes its way to your out stretched hand and continues to scream. You better not mess with it. It’s mom will be back.
Your work day was over two hours later and the screaming has continued nonstop. You find an old sheet and make a little bundle for the baby, a cup full of milk, and your left over turkey from lunch and take it outside. It seems like it could just start eating solids as it gnaws on the turkey slice and happily laps up the milk. “There,” you sigh contently as the kitten stops crying and curls on the makeshift bed you made it. “God, I can’t leave you out here.” You were sure the night time animal activity was pretty minimal but anything was a threat to a kitten this small. And you really can’t bring it home…
You hear the front door open and stiffen. Was it already that late? It takes him a moment to walk out on the back patio but you can’t help but notice the relived look on his face.
“You still here?” You nod and open your mouth to explain but he sees the kitten before you can start. “Where’d that come from?”
“It was in the bushes. I just found it today.”
“Well, bring it in and get it cleaned up. I’ll see if I can find some proper bowls.”
To your surprise, Lee kept the cat overnight.
And when you opened the door the next morning, it stumbled over to you greeting you with a loud meow.
“I told you your momma would be back,” Lee rumbles, his voice is still rough from sleep, coming down the stairs in just a plaid pair of sleeping pants and white tank top. There’s a prominent outline where his cock is and you practically start drooling. You’ve never seen him like this. You want more.
“She’s been crying for you all night. Get her something to eat, will ya?”
“Her?” You ask, shaking yourself from your sex crazed stupor.
“Yeah ‘her’! You gave the little tyke a bath and didn’t notice her lack of balls.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper behind a giggle. Lee disappears back upstairs to finish getting ready while you make breakfast for him and the kitten.
“What are we naming her?” Lee asks, stepping into the kitchen with much more clothes on to your disappointment.
“We?” You ask lifting an eyebrow while you stir grits.
“Yes, momma, we. The kid gotta have a name.” Your face heats at him calling you the kitten’s mom.
“Does that make you her dad?” You smile and place a bowl in front of him as well as a plate of scrambled eggs.
“Kid needs a father,” Lee smirks.
“How about ‘Baby’?”
“Baby, huh?” The sheriff laughs.
“Too simple?”
“Nah, she’s got a ‘Baby’ about her. Definitely gonna be a stripper.”
You laugh softly at his teasing. “Well, what do you suggest? Lee Jr.?”
“Nah. Baby’s good,” Lee grins and starts to eat his food. “So, you got a boy?”
“A boy?” You question placing a bowl of canned tuna in front of Baby leaving her to meow happily and make a mess around her, getting more food on the floor than in her mouth.
“Don’t make me ask you twice?” Lee warns.
You let out a soft sigh. “No. I don’t have a man or a significant other.” He just hums in response, focusing on his eggs. “Do you have a girl?”
“I have you.” You can’t stop your laughter at his statement.
“You don’t have me,” you deny, with a smile.
“Don’t I?” Those bright blues meet your gaze and hold it for a moment. You bite your lip softly wanting nothing more than to be his but you aren’t giving in without a fight. He probably feels so good. His lips probably feel like heaven and he must be amazing to cuddle with. A strong warm body to wrap yourself in. You wish you had him every night. That you could wake up to him every day.
“Even if I don’t have you,” Lee starts again and breaking the spell between you, “I know how to get you to come running to me.”
“How’s that?” Your words come out in a soft whisper. It honestly wouldn’t take much. All he’d have to do is ask.
He gives you a once over from the other side of the kitchen island. His blue eyes gauging you before he answers. “I have your Baby.” You burst into giggles at his words. He’s such a flirt.
“I need to get to work. Watch our little girl for a minute. Daddy,” you add. You can practically hear him purr at the word.
Two can play at this game.
As the weather gets warmer, the days get longer, the less you see of Lee. You make him his breakfast before you leave the night before because he leaves for work early and still gets home late. You watch Baby grow during the day while he watches her at night. The only time you get to talk to him are Mondays and sometimes he still goes into work so you don’t get any quality time.
You miss him.
You miss him immensely.
You sigh while you play with Baby. An old bowtie that Lee got as a gift decorates her neck while she leaps after a ribbon.
“How’s your daddy doing, little girl?” You ask the kitten while she plays. You notice her freshly brushed fur and trimmed nails. He takes such good care of his little girl.
You’ve gotten Lee’s house to the point that basic upkeep was all you needed to do. It left you with a lot of down time. You let Lee know that you weren’t doing much besides fixing his meals but he still wanted you around. So you kept yourself busy. You organized his clothes, cleaned out his garage, and your next task was the basement. The place was full of old stuff left over from when his mother was alive apparently. He explicitly told you to ‘throw all that old shit away’ but it had to be sentimental. He had a reason to keep it at one point. You plan on meticulously going through the boxes, getting rid of moth eaten things, and organizing whatever photos and documents you find. You just felt a need to preserve that for him. Maybe it was because your ancestors were a mystery. Maybe because your history was stolen from you.
You just didn’t want that for anyone else.
Baby follows you down into the dim underbelly of the house. There were boxes stacked on boxes stacked on boxes. You definitely had your work cut out for you.
You get so lost in your work, you almost forget about Lee’s dinner. The only thing that reminds you is Baby crying for her lunch. You quickly run upstairs to make a quick gumbo that you can leave simmering while you go back to work.
You come across a box full of old photos that obviously weren’t taken in America. This must be Lee’s family. There’s a woman that jumps out at you in a lot of them. She looks so much like his sister. This must be their mom. She’s beautiful.
You find a smaller box and place all the photos in it carefully. You’ll sort them later. You fill another box of stained and damaged clothes and tug it toward the stairs. You might have to have Lee haul it to the trash for you.
“You still here, momma?” Well, speak of the devil. Baby goes running to greet her father
“I’m down here, Lee,” you call up the basement stairs. Lee’s form fills the door at the top of the steps and you let out a relieved sigh.
“What’re you still doing here? It’s late,” Lee sighs descending the steps to you. He’s in his full uniform. You can see how he’d be so intimidating out in the world. He such a big man.
“It is?” You whisper in embarrassment. “I got kinda distracted.”
He glances around at the meticulous organizing you’re doing before leveling a hard gaze on you. “I told you to throw it out. Not create a bigger mess.”
“You can’t just throw it all away, Lee. I’m sure some things are sentimental,” you insist.
“I can do whatever I want! It’s my house and I want it gone,” Lee frowns at you. You take a frustrated breath and cross your arms. He gives you an amused look. “Are you sassing me?”
“I don’t know, am I?” You counter, pulling your lips to the side, unimpressed by all of it.
“Why can’t you just throw it away?”
“Because I don’t want you to miss it,” you argue placing your hands on your hips.
“Why would I miss it? It’s just a bunch of hoarded garbage.”
“What if your kids want to see it? Or your sister’s kids?”
“They will never see that.” He glares at you resolutely. There’s finality to his statement but you’re far from done with this argument.
“But, Lee-“
“That’s enough. Get your butt up those stairs. We’re gonna eat and then I’m taking you home.” You let out a disgruntled huff and press passed him. He grips your elbow, halting you in your tracks, and pulling you back towards him. If you weren’t so frustrated with him, you’d be a flustered mess from being this close but right now you just want to knock some sense into him.
You frown up at him, his icy gaze searching yours, waiting for you to break under is scrutiny but you refuse. You’re too feisty for that. He had every intention on telling you to watch your mouth, fix your attitude, that he’s the one in charge around here. But he knows all that is a lie. There’s no arguing with you and you’ve been running this place since he brought you home. Lee finally sighs before releasing you.
He can control you about as much as he can control Baby.
“Let’s just eat something and calm down, alright? I miss seeing you. I don’t want to spend the evening arguing.” You blink up at him. You could just go home. You don’t have to stay.
But you miss him, too.
You nod once and head upstairs. You call home to let your mom know you’ll be late before setting two places at the table while Lee changes up stairs.
It’s a tension filled dinner full of clipped responses and frustrated eye rolls, mostly on your end. To Lee’s credit, he’s making every effort to be civil. You’re just being stubborn for a future you have no real vested interest in. You finish your food with Baby curled on your lap, completely oblivious to the tension between her parents.
Lee gets up and starts clearing the table. You start to get up to help him but he just presses a hand to your shoulder. “Sit. The baby’s sleeping.” You smile up at him and settled back down while he cleans the kitchen. Your fingers stroke Baby’s soft fur. She looks so comfortable. You can’t help but close your eyes as well, leaning back in the chair comfortably.
You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep until you awaken in Lee’s arms. You gasp, jerking in his grip making him chuckle softly.
“Calm down. You’re alright.” You settle back into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his shoulders comfortably.
You’ll let him take you wherever he wants like this.
“I’m still mad at you,” you mutter, nuzzling into his shoulder.
“I know.” He lowers you onto a bed. You instantly recognize the floral comforter of the spare bedroom bed. Baby happily curls up near your head while Lee sits on the side of the bed. “We’re not supposed to go to bed angry,” Lee smiles down at you as you watch him. He presses a loose strand of hair from your face.
“I’m not the one not making any sense,” you yawn, stretching across the bed to get comfortable.
“Alright. Can I explain?”
“It’s your house,” you parrot.
Lee holds his tongue but he wants to tell that mouth of yours off so bad. Then he wants to kiss it until you can’t think straight…
“No one can see that stuff, momma.”
“Why?”
Lee groans at the thought of even needing to explain it. He scrubs his eyes but your stare is unwavering, giant brown orbs waiting for a good explanation.
“It’s easier to just integrate, to forget that I’m from somewhere else, than to be an immigrant.”
“Is that right?” You smirk, completely unimpressed. “Must be nice.” You roll away to face away from him, staring at the wall.
“Look, I don’t,” Lee groans, frustratedly. “I didn’t choose this. My mother never even taught me Romanian. She never talked about it. Never once mentioned my father. She wanted us to be American. Nothing else. She wanted it to be easier for us.” You roll your eyes at the idea. The ridiculousness of it all. “I know you can never take off your skin color. It will never be easier for you. But I can help. I want to help.”
“Do you have any idea what I would give to know where I came from?” You whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “And you just want to throw that away?” Your voice breaks at the last word.
“Hey,” Lee soothes, pulling you to his chest. “You know this world we live in. You’re either white or nothing.”
“The world won’t always be like this, Lee!” You cry, pressing away from him.
“I hope to God it won’t. But for right now, everyone else need protection. I just don’t want you to be hurt. I don’t want anyone to be hurt.”
Tears spring from your eyes. “It’s all so stupid.”
“I know.” Lee pulls you into his arms as you cry into his shoulder. “It’s ridiculous. I hate it. I hate it so much.” He holds you while you cry, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your temple. You eventually sniffle and start to calm down.
“You still mad at me?” Lee mutters, squeezing you a little tighter.
“No,” you grumble. You’re mad at the entire situation but you can’t stay mad at Lee. Lee just hums and continues to rub your back.
“Stay here tonight.”
“Oh no! I can’t! I should really go home,” you trail.
“That wasn’t a question. You’re gonna stay right here. I need you close.”
“My mom will throw a fit,” you warn.
“I’ll explain it all to her,” Lee smiles watching you. Pinning you under his pale gaze.
“You’re going to explain how a single man and a single woman stayed in a house together and nothing happened?” You laugh darkly as you rub at your swollen eyes.
“I don’t mind bending the truth for you,” Lee smirks. “Besides, it won’t be a lie if you stay in your room and I stay in mine.” He pulls one of your hands from your face to rub the back of it with his thumb.
“What if I have a nightmare?” You whisper.
“Well,” Lee clears his throat and the most naughty look crosses his features, “you can always come tell me about it.” Lee’s hand slides from yours to grip your thigh. “You know where everything is.”
You smile up at the man and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight, daddy.”
“Goodnight, momma.” He pats Baby on the head before leaving the room.
You take a calming breath and settle into the loaned bed before picking your way to the guest bathroom to get cleaned up. You find a set of pjs Lee left for you on the counter. You’re absolutely swimming in the shirt and the pants won’t stay on your hips so you forgo them but they’re so comfortable and smelt of him.
There was so much of him in this house.
You sigh softly and curl around Baby but sleep is fleeting in the unfamiliar environment. You try to be good and stay put. You really do. But thirty minutes into your attempt, Baby gets up and starts scratching at the closed door. You call her back to bed but she just ignores you so you get up to let her out and watch her trot right up to Lee’s door to start scratching there. She must miss sleeping with her daddy.
You probably would, too.
You were sure he’d hear the little kitten whining outside of his door, but when he doesn’t answer you go to let her in. You start with a tentative knock before opening the door to his call.
Lee’s sitting on his bed in just his boxers, a lit cigarette in his hand. You know you should be more flustered but your body moves all on its own. It knows where home is. Lee doesn’t even say a word. He just opens his arms and accepts you into his lap as you press kisses to his lips. A bit chapped and he smelled of smoke but you knew you were right where you need to be.
“Nightmare?” Lee smirks as you pull away for air.
You smile and shake your head. “Your little girl missed you.”
“Can’t fuck with her routine.” Lee pulls you back into him. You didn’t know how much was actually wrong until you felt this right. Strong arms wrapped around you, cradled so delicately against a warm body. Your fingers cling to Lee’s shoulders while his hands encircle your waist. “Stay with me?” This was a question. A request really. One you can’t say no to. You nod once and curl back into him. He pulls you down into the bed, holding you tightly against him. Lee takes a last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and focusing solely on you.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you in my bed,” Lee sighs, pressing his face into your shoulder. His stubble tickles your skin so pleasantly making you smile. You probably have an idea but you keep that to yourself as one of your fantasies plays out.
Here, comfort is easy to find. It feels right, smells right. It’s better than your own bed. Baby curls up on the pillow behind you. Her soft purrs lulling you as Lee strokes to back of your neck, his fingers tracing the top of your spine, exploring just a little under your borrowed shirt. Just enough to keep you warm and close. You let out a soft content sigh and fall asleep almost instantly.
Waking up is hard. You don’t remember sleeping so deeply. You attempt to detangle yourself from the unfamiliar sheets before you feel a body behind you. The events of the previous night flood back to your mind as you stretch and yawn. “Lee?” He hums softly, thwarting your attempt to sit up as he immediately pulls you back down against him.
You smile at his stubborn tiredness. “We have to get up.”
“We’re playing hooky,” he mumbles.
Hooky? Is the sheriff allowed to just take the day off? “What about me?” You laugh tiredly.
“What about ‘we’re’ don’t you understand?” Lee grumbles.
“Are you sure?” You ask in disbelief.
“Go back to sleep, momma.” Getting some extra rest did sound amazing. You turn over, giving your shoulder a break, and curl back up in Lee’s embrace. You rest your head on his warm chest, your fingers curling into the thick hair there. You close your eyes as your leg wraps over Lee’s hips. Sure, you could just fall back to sleep. Falling back asleep sounded amazing…
“Lee,” you whisper. He lets out another gruff hum. “I’ve never slept at a man’s house before.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he chuckles.
“No!” You quickly deny. “I’ve just never stayed over.”
A deep hum rumbles through his body. “Glad I could be your first.” You smile up at him and place a kiss on his lips. “One more,” he requests softly and you happily obliged. “Last one?” You giggle and kiss him again. “Can’t get enough of those pretty lips pretty girl.” You curl into his side and actually start to nod off.
For a moment.
Before Baby leaps onto the bed and lets out a questioning chirp.
“Now you’ve gone and woke the baby,” Lee accuses turning over to hold you with both arms.
“Me?” Your voice causes the kitten to let out a happy meow and jumps over Lee to lick your nose. “Oh! Baby!” You laugh pulling her from your face.
He yawns and squeezes you. “She never does that to me.”
“She’s happy her momma’s here,” you goad. Lee retaliates by spanking you softly. “Aren’t you so happy your mommy’s here? You don’t have to play with your mean old daddy,” you coo at the little kitten, stroking her stomach when she rolls over for pets.
Lee’s big hand runs over your stomach much more intimately than any other touch he’s given you. His thumb runs just under your breast sending heat radiating straight down to your pussy.
“If you two are busy playing,” his hand comes to a rest between your breasts as he rolls over you slightly, pinning you under him, “who’s gonna play with me?” You let out a soft gasp. Your hips lift to find any kind of friction for your core but your lack of panties makes that impossible.
Until Lee’s thigh fills that space. You let out a soft whimper as he grinds back against you.
“Do you need daddy to play with you, too, momma?” You can’t find your voice but you can nod. Lee kisses just behind your ear and you feel like you’re floating. “Let me hear you tell me.” He grinds a little harder against your fluttering core making your whine.
“I-I need you, daddy,” you whimper into the pillow.
His voice is a deep rumble through him as he nuzzles his face against your neck, nipping lightly at your ear lobe. “What do you need?”
Ugh! This should be criminal. His thumb strays to brush against your clothed nipple making you arch against him.
“Need you, Lee!” You cry out.
“That’s all you had to say.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Since you’ve never stayed with a man then I’m guessing you’ve been missing out on the joys of mornin’ sex?”
“Uh-huh,” you whine, your hips gyrating against his thick thigh, taking what you need from him.
“Well, that’s one of the best games a man and a woman can play.” His fingers undo the top couple buttons of your borrowed pjs just enough for your bare cleavage to show through.
“When do we start, daddy?” You breathe. You’re so close. So fucking close. Lee can barely focus on anything but the way your hips move for him and you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels against you. “Oh fuck,” you groan as you cum against his thigh.
“Now,” Lee smiles watching you come apart before him. Your thighs constrict around his as you feel your high pulsing through you. Your whole body rolls slightly at how good it feels until a telltale bulge presses into you. You let out a soft, surprised chirp and roll your head to face him. Your hand finds his soft belly and travels lower and lower until you can palm his hard on.
Oh. He’s big.
You bite your lower lip and grip him through his boxers.
“Now, look who’s playing,” Lee grunts and sits up to press his boxers down. You unbutton your shirt the rest of the way before Lee notices. “Come here, beautiful.” He pulls you onto his lap and presses your shirt from your shoulders. “Gorgeous,” he sighs and palms your breasts.
“Me or my boobs?” You smile.
“Both.” You giggle and reach between your thighs to jack him off. He makes the most blissed out face. It’s gorgeous. You rub the bead of precum he produces over his tip and down his shaft and, God, you can’t wait for him to fill you up.
“You do have condoms, don’t you? Or do you really want another baby?”
“I’d love to have a baby with you,” Lee mutters pining you with those icy eyes. Your pussy flutters just thinking about him fucking you until you’re pregnant and completely full of him. “Top drawer.” He nods to one of the bedside tables and you shake yourself from your perverted thoughts. You climb over him to find them giving him the perfect view of your ass. He grips it roughly as you rummage through his beside table until you find what you’re looking for.
“I’m surprised you didn’t know exactly where they are,” Lee jokes as you reclaim his lap.
“I don’t go through your things,” you quickly deny.
“Then you’d have no idea where I put my spare car keys?”
“First drawer in the table by the door,” you recite quickly.
“Don’t go through my things, huh?” Your face heats after he catches you red handed but Lee only laughs at your embarrassment. “This is practically your house, momma. I’d expect you to know where everything is. Now, if we can get back to what we were doing,” he trails making you smile and focus back on his cock.
You roll the condom down his shaft as you continue to jack him off until he’s practically begging for you. Then you finally lift your hips to feel the bliss of his heavy cock filling you so perfectly.
“Fuck, daddy,” you whine as he stretches you.
“God, you’re tight,” Lee grunts. You hold yourself there with him deep inside of you as your body adjusts. You could live on this cock alone. You take a shuttering breath before finally meeting his gaze again. “Come ‘er, momma,” Lee groans pulling you down to his chest. He flips you onto your side and pulls your thigh over his hip once more. “Liked having you like this. Felt so good.” You start to rock your hips experimentally making Lee groan out your name. Your hips roll into his while he holds your ass, encouraging your pleasure, until you find that spot. Deep inside of you, there’s a little spot that you know will have you screaming in no time. You aim Lee’s tip there over and over leaving you a whining mess for him.
“Right there? Is that where you want me?” Lee asks with a small smile. You can only nod and push further into his chest. Lee chuckles at the mess you’ve made of yourself and can only think of how much more he’s going to ruin you.
He rolls you completely under him, his bulk a settling weight over you. Lee carefully arranges your thighs around him, placing them safely over his own.
Then he fucking destroys you.
You don’t know where you end and he begins but you know it’s perfect. Your voice comes out in sharp shouts at the peak of each of his thrusts. “That’s my girl,” Lee grunts as he rails into you. His movements so precise. So perfect. His weight, his hold on you. It’s all so good.
Lee presses a kiss you your lips to still your whimpers but you can’t help it, it feels so right. Your cries get louder as you feel that knot inside you get tighter and higher. One of your thighs hooks around his back while the other presses into his hips. Just a little more. Just a little deeper…
“Right there! Please, Lee! Right th-aaah ah ah ah!” You squeak as you cum undone. Your eyes flutter shut and stars dance behind you lids as waves of pleasure pulse through you.
You hips spasm into Lee’s sporadically as he chuckles breathlessly. “That good, momma?” You can only bite your lip and squirm under him in response. He presses his lips against yours once more, kissing you until you come back around and start kissing him back. Your hands cup his face pulling him into more kisses before wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“You’re amazing, daddy,” you sigh contently against his lips.
He grins back at you before rolling back over on his back, pulling you with him. “Your turn.” You smile sheepishly at your chance to pleasure him.
“My turn,” you whisper. Your hands find his shoulders and lean over him, finding some leverage on your knees.
You bounce on his hips experimentally, feeling his girth drag against your walls until he’s back against that spot but this is for him…
You spread your legs a little wider to allow for his frame to fit a little more comfortably between them. Then you lean back, one hand resting somewhere near his knee while the other rubs his soft belly. Your hips loose another experimental wave before letting go and humping into him. It feels like he’s ripping you apart in such a good way. Lee’s hand finds your hip as he guides you slightly but you didn’t need much. You seemed to fit each other perfectly. Know each other carnally. Neither of you need much coaching. It all seemed to flow.
“Fuck, momma. That’s it. Little faster,” he spanks your thigh to egg you on.
“You like that, daddy?” You smile.
“I fucking love that,” Lee groans. You lean over him to press a kiss to his lips while you continue to ride him. Fuck he feels so heavy and good and right inside of you. You let out a soft moan.
So perfect.
His other hand wraps around you and starts to help you along, thrusting up into you and meeting your soft waves. Curses tumble from your lips every time he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of you until it starts to feel like he’s aiming for it. Over and over until you’re like jello in his grip, holding on limply while he fucks you within an inch of your life.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, momma,” Lee groans.
“Please, Lee! I need you,” you babble, so close to your own breaking point.
“Gonna get you there,” he promises and his thrust get rougher and faster and he knows right where he needs to abuse you. Before you know it you’re gasping and tossing your head back in a silent scream as you cum around him.
“Shit,” Lee groans and quickly follows you, spilling his seed into the condom still buried inside of you. You both pant for air, watching each other as you glow in your after shocks.
Those bright blue eyes watch you, taking all of you in from your mussed hair to your soft curves. “You okay, momma?” Lee asks after catching his breath. You just nod and collapse into his warm chest. He chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” you counter with a small smile burying your face in his chest. You could stay like this forever.
But Lee’s growling stomach says otherwise.
“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” You attempt to pull away but Lee keeps his grip on you.
“I’ll help,” he insists and help he does. Helps by swatting your behind under his borrowed shirt and helps by pressing kisses to your neck while you fry eggs and he really helps when he pulls down his pants and has you keep his cock warm for him while he eats. He’s such a good helper you think as he rails you against the dining room table after he finishes his breakfast.
Lunch are simple ham and cheese sandwiches after you choke on his cock and dinner is your pussy spread over the kitchen counter right before your roast finishes in the oven.
You really don’t want to leave but you didn’t have a change of clothes and living the rest of your life in Lee’s borrowed shirts didn’t seem practical. So Lee begrudgingly takes you home after a long day of hard work with his help.
“Where the hell have you been?” Your mother shouts the moment you set foot through the door, breaking you from the spell Lee put you under.
You freeze before you even have a chance to close the door behind you. “Get in this house before anyone else sees you running the streets!” You’re floored by the accusation but follow her direction and silently stepping into the house.
“Where are have you been?” She repeats a little more calmly but you know better. There’s a level of anger you’ve never met under that calm.
“I called and told you I’d be at Lee’s late.” Yesterday you don’t add and hope she forgets all about that by keeping your tone even.
“Lee’s?” You mother frowns. “That’s awfully familiar for the sheriff.”
“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath. Were you really about to get yelled at because of this?
“Girl, you know I don’t allow that kind of back talk in my house. Now, you told me you’d be home late and then we never heard another word from you for an entire day! Where have you been?”
Oh boy.
“Well, it’s just that, mom. I lost track of time and stayed late so he had me stay for dinner and at that point it was so late he just told me to stay in the guest room. I didn’t want to call and wake the whole house…”
“I don’t care if you wake the whole neighborhood. I want to know where my daughters are once the sun sets.”
This is ridiculous.
“Mom, I’ve been in an entirely different state for the past six years,” you argue.
“As long as you’re under my roof, you’re under my rules! You could’ve been dead in a ditch! You could’ve been hanging!”
“Oh, mother! Honestly,” you sigh, stamping your foot lightly on the ground.
“To your room. Now.”
“I’m almost 30. You can’t just send me to my room,” you argue. “I’m only here to take care of you. Not to be treated like a child. I should be in California but I’m stuck here. For you. And as long as I’m here for you, I can do whatever I want outside of this house!”
Shock is written all over your mother’s face by your words. You’re shocked by your words. You’ve never talked back to your mother. The look of hurt and anguish on her face is heartbreaking.
You take a calming breath and move to sit on the couch across from her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t speak to you that way.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” she agrees.
“I haven’t done anything to make it seem like I’ll make bad decisions in life, have I?” You ask the woman, resting your elbows on your knees tiredly. “I didn’t drop out of college, get pregnant, and work at a dinner. I’m not the one that needs to be policed. If I want to spend the night at my boss’s house, then you just have to trust me.”
She watches you for a moment. “What’s he like?” She finally questions.
You contemplate the question for a moment. “He’s very sweet. And so smart. We have a cat. Her name is Baby. He just wants to help people.”
“Was it good?” She laughs.
“Mother!” You cry out of embarrassment, covering your face.
“You can tell me,” she smiles. “He’s a good looking man. I may be sick but I still have eyes, girl.”
You regard her with a shy smile for a moment before deciding to answer. “It was amazing.” She cackles at your answer making you giggle. “I hear a lot of talk about white men but I’ve never heard anything about Europeans,” she trails.
“Alright, I’m not talking about this anymore,” you laugh and stand up. “What do you want for dinner?”
“What’d you make Lee?” Your face immediately heats as you spin away to the kitchen.
“Not talking about it!” You cry as you rush away.
You hum softly to the radio while sweeping. It was a hot day. The sun was working over time but you were enjoying the slight breeze from open windows and the freshly made lemonade and iced tea you conjured up this morning. But that wasn’t the only thing changing. Lee was taking Mondays off again and sometimes Fridays. You loved when he took Fridays off. Lee was always in such a good mood. You’d let yourself in and crawl into his bed and curl up next to his warm sleeping body. Sometimes he’d fuck you until you couldn’t think straight and sometimes you’d just sleep in and only get out of bed because of Baby’s screaming.
This morning was one of those fuck your brains out mornings.
It left you feeling like you were walking on a cloud. It always made it impossible to do actual work in this condition. Lee didn’t expect you to. He expected you to be his little house wife on days like this. To serve him food and ride his dick accordingly. And you were happy to oblige.
“This one’s about you, Baby,” you smile at the cat perched on the back of Lee’s couch as she watches the broom go back and forth. Desi Arnez’s voice crones through the speakers with one of the songs from the popular sitcom.
“There’s a brand new baby at our house, the nicest little gift we've ever had,” you sing along, dancing around the broom while Baby watches on in amusement.
You remain oblivious to a second set of eyes on you, watching you twirl gracefully around the living room. You’re so beautiful.
Lee waits until you’re facing away from him to make his move. He slinks up behind you and wraps his arms comfortably around your waist making you jump in surprise.
“Oh, Lee!” You giggle swatting his arm.
“Did I scare you, momma?” He chuckles before burying his face in your neck and dancing along with you. Your hands wrap over his while you sway to the music. He releases you into a turn before pulling you back into him. “I didn’t know you liked dancing,” Lee sighs into your skin.
“You never asked,” you smile.
“I should take you out.”
“That would imply that we’re actually dating.”
“Aren’t we?” He questions but you know it’s not really a question. This is something the two of you have yet to really flesh out. Dating meant marriage and marriage meant…
“You know I can’t stay here forever,” you remind the sheriff gently.
“Can’t you?” There’s another one of those fake questions. He knows you can’t. You have a passion beyond cleaning houses. You want to help people. “You can just move in here. I’ll take care of you. Give you whatever you want. Give you a baby.”
“We have a baby, Lee,” you smile sadly. He spins you in his grip to make you face him but you avoid his gaze.
“Look at me-“
“Lee.”
“I’ll talk to administrators over there-“
“Lee.”
“I’m the law around here and what I say goes-“
“Lee!”
“And I want you to stay!”
“I won’t work somewhere I’m not wanted!” You cry, finally looking up at him. “Every day will be an uphill battle and I don’t want to fight.”
“Not even for me?”
Shit.
That breaks you. You didn’t know how much of a hold he had on your heart until this moment. Could you leave him? Leaving him would mean one of the most devastating things in your life just happened. Could you live without his comfort? Without running home to him when you could no longer run home?
“I-I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whisper, dropping your head to his chest.
“I would never let you do it on your own. You know that. You’ll always have me. You just need to choose me, too.”
He makes it sound so simple. Like he can just go in and threaten an entire hospital and come out victorious. But you know better. That’s a fairy tale and the real world doesn’t work like that.
He holds you like that for a long moment. Long enough for Baby to come paw at your skirt to check on you.
“Your momma’s trying to get rid of us, little girl.” The kitten screams up at you as if she knows exactly what Lee’s talking about. Her giant blue eyes stare up at you expectantly. Just like her daddy’s.
“Lee,” you warn, not wanting to discuss it anymore.
“One date,” he asks. “I’ll come pick you up and we’ll dance all night. Then you can tell me to leave you alone and it will go back to me being your boss and nothing else.”
“But Lee-“
“It’s gotta end somewhere,” he argues. “We can’t keep playing house forever.”
Can’t we?
You got all dolled up under the scrutiny of your sister and mother. “Who are you going out with? Where are you going?” You just ignore them while blushing your cheeks. You don’t know why you’re getting so dressed up. Lee’s seen you at your worst and still seems to find something he likes. It was nice knowing you didn’t have to look your best for him. That was the kind of thing you wanted in a man.
There were a lot of things about Lee you wanted…
But you couldn’t stay here.
Right?
You can’t stay here?
It’s backward and racist. You have a one way ticket to California. A brand new place built on different principles. You could finally kiss this bible belt southern town goodbye for good. And that’s exactly what you want?
You’d find someone your age. Maybe a lawyer or a doctor.
But they wouldn’t be Lee.
There’s a knock at the front door while you apply your powder numbly.
“I’ll get it,” you sister sighs and makes her way to the door. You hear Lee’s deep drawl and you’re instantly drawn in. His voice, his laugh.
“You’re in love.”
Your gaze snaps up to your mother in the mirror’s reflection. There’s a smug look on her face that says it all. “You’re in love and you’re scared.” She shrugs with a soft laugh. “The heart wants what the heart wants. Stop fighting it, girl.” She leaves to go greet Lee and tell him you’ll be out in a minute.
Tears start to fill your eyes. Is it that obvious? Are you in love? How were you supposed to go out and have a good time with all of this on your mind? A tear escapes your control as you hear your mom directing him back to your room. You attempt to quickly wipe it away but he sees you just as you dab at your eye with a tissue.
“You that upset to go out with me?” Lee jokes, leaning against the door frame. He looks so nice in a blue dress shirt and slacks. Like your own personal dream. You just want him to hold you but you don’t want depend on him. Right? You want to be your own woman but you want to be his so badly…
He gives your reflection a once over. “You look fucking gorgeous, momma. Too beautiful to be crying.”
“I’m just feeling a little lost,” you admit after sniffling softly.
“Well, finish up. We’ll talk in the car.” You nod slightly and attempt to finish you makeup quickly while your family entertains Lee.
This is as good as it’s going to get. You give yourself one last once over. You brush a hand down your blush pink dress and make sure your curls are perfectly placed. Some part of the back of your mind reminds you that you need to look good on Lee’s arm and that not just anyone can go out with the sheriff. You need to put on a smile and act like everything is-
You quickly squash that notion. Lee’s never expected any more of you than to take care of yourself, him, and Baby. That wasn’t going to change now.
You take a deep breath and step into the living room. Lee is instantly on his feet. “There’s my girl.” Your face heats as you look away.
“You mind your manners and have a good time,” your mother bids placing a kiss on your cheek before Lee wraps his arm around you.
“She’s in good hands,” he promises and leads you out to his car. “We have a reservation to make,” Lee sighs opening the door for you.
You give him a dubious look when he settles into the driver’s seat. “None of the restaurants around here need a reservation,” you frown skeptically.
“We ain’t eating around here,” he smirks. “Come here, momma. What’s going on in that pretty head?” You smile slightly up at him before sliding across the bench to sit at his side. His strong arm wraps around you as you rest your hand on his belly. “Or we can just cuddle if you don’t feel like talking.” He rubs his hand up and down your arm comfortingly. You don’t exactly feel like talking but it seems like you have a bit of a drive ahead of you. He peels out of your neighborhood and on to the main road as the radio crones on with big band music.
“I want to talk,” you whisper. Lee only pulls his hand away for a moment to turn off the radio before focusing back on you. His hand finds your waist and pulls you a little closer. “I-I don’t want to stay here, Lee. You know that. But I love you. I can’t see having to go on without you. I don’t want to go on without you.”
A soft hum rumbles through him before he speaks. “Then what are we going to do about that?”
“I’ll apply for the local hospital again, I guess.”
“You guess?” Lee jokes. “Or you can be my little stay at home wife. Pretend you’re in California all you want. I’ll plant some palm trees and put in a pool. You can take care of Baby all day. She would love that.”
You laugh softly. “Maybe I’ll have to be your own personal nurse. Take care of my big strong man when he’s sick.”
“Will you dress up in one of those skimpy little outfits?”
“For you, of course.”
You reach up to press a kiss to his cheek but he pulls you back for a quick kiss. “I love you so much, momma. I’d do anything for you. Don’t ever forget that.” You nod and let out a little giggle. “Now, give me another kiss.” You happily oblige. “One more. So fucking good for me. Now sit back before I have to stop this car and remind you why you love me so much.” You let out a laugh and curl back into him.
A little over an hour later, he stops at a very popular looking club in Columbus.
“We came all the way out here to go dancing?” You smile, scooting across the car bench to look out the window.
“The clubs in town are stale as hell,” Lee sighs and moves to get out of the car.
“Wait!” You cry, stopping him as the valet reaches his door. “Thank you for this, daddy.” You press another kiss to his lips that quickly turns into a show for the valet.
“Save some of that energy for later,” Lee smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead before finally stepping out of the car.
You expected to get all kind of looks: the sheriff out with that little black girl that ran off to the big city and had to come crawling back with her tail between her legs…alright, no one’s ever said that but you know someone’s thinking it. Maybe. But this far from home…
No one knows you here. They don’t even seem to care that you’re different races. It was…nice. You giggle softly as Lee dips you only to pull you back up into a soft kiss.
“I’m really glad I said yes,” you smile as he holds you close.
“So much for all those tears,” Lee chuckles making you roll your eyes. That was one time. “I gotta talk to you,” Lee mutters against your lips before pulling you back to your table. “I didn’t know a good time to tell you this but I talked to one of the managers at the hospital.”
“Ugh, Lee! I don’t want to think about that drama! Can’t we just enjoy our night?” You whine taking a drink of your cocktail.
“You think I’d tell you bad news right now? I’m trying to get laid tonight.” You can’t help but laugh at him. “Got you another interview.”
“But we just talked about this,” you argue in disbelief. You literally just told him you’d stay less than an hour ago in the car.
“I might have done some shit behind your back,” the sheriff admits. When you let out an annoyed huff but he quickly continues. “I just knew you wouldn’t leave me.”
“So sure of yourself.” You roll your eyes at him. “And what’d you do to get this interview? Hold him up at gun point?”
“Somethin’ like that,” Lee drawls, leaning back in his chair with a smug look on his face. You just smile and shake your head at him. “All we did was talk. I promise no one got hurt. No threats were made.”
“Really?”
“Why would I lie to you, momma?”
“You’d certainly arrange things without telling me,” you pout but then give him a once over, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He is doing this for you, too. He knew how hard it was being away from family while you were in school. You loved your independence but you liked the comfort of having a steady place that’s home. He wanted to be that home. Your steady place.
You don’t want anything else in the world besides that.
“I guess you’re getting laid tonight.”
He gives you a shit eating grin that tells you all you need to know before leaning back on the table. “How do you plan on thanking me?”
“What would you like, daddy?” You ask innocently, looking at him through your lashes. “I can suck your big, fat dick? Or keep you warm all night? Or maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe I’ll let you fuck a baby into me.”
“Fuck, momma,” Lee groans before adjusting his pants not so subtly. “You done here? I gotta get you home.”
“Maybe we should get a hotel,” you suggest thinking about how long the drive is.
“Car’s free,” Lee grins pulling you from your seat and toward the door.
It doesn’t take him long to find a dark alley and it takes you absolutely no time find yourself on your knees at his side choking on his cock.
“Fuck, momma,” Lee groans spanking your ass as it wiggles in the air. “Didn’t know you had all that in you.” You let out a satisfying hum as you swallow him making him moan. You feel his fingers hitching up your dress inch by inch. He spanks you again once he clears the fabric and grips your cheek through your panties. “That’s it. My perfect girl.” He slides his hand under the fabric to find your slit already soaking for him. “You want my cock, momma? You’re so wet for me.” You nod as much as you can around him and Lee grips the roots of your hair, dragging your face up to meet his with a sloppy kiss. You moan into his mouth as you cup his face with your hands, feeling the rough stubble from the day.
Lee lets out a soft grunt as he repositions you across the car bench. His face nuzzles kisses against your neck. “I love you so fucking much. You know that, momma?” He mutters. His finger trace the band of your underwear before slipping them down your legs. You can only whimper as your mind races to how he’s going to destroy you.
“Need you, daddy.”
Those bright blue eye flick up to you, pinning you with his gaze. “You got me,” he assures you. You hear his belt buckle and moments later he’s stretching your core to its max. He’s so big and fills you so perfectly. You can feel every bump and vein and it’s so right. You’ve had sex with him regularly but this time felt special. You’ve never taken a man raw before. You felt ready.
Lee’s hips start to thrust into you erasing everything from your mind but him. He knows you so well that he doesn’t need to search for that spot. He just goes straight for it and has you screaming for him. Your stockinged foot finds the steering wheel for a bit of leverage so you can thrust back into him.
His hand grips the back of your thigh, helping you out while he folds you into yourself just so he can get a little deeper. You curse as he grinds against that spot mercilessly. His weight is so comfortable on top of you. You always want this. You want him by your side, to wake up next to him every day, to grow old with him. And as he gets you so close to your peak, you know you can’t live without him. “Lee! Fuck! P-please! I’m so close!”
A soft chuckle emits from the man before he presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re falling apart for me. Let go. I’ll catch you.”
You nod vigorously. Your eyes squeeze shut as your focus is set on your core and how much pressure he’s putting on you.
Whimpers falls from your lips as your hips sputter into his smooth thrusts, chasing your high.
“Please, please, please, please,” you chant just loud enough for Lee to hear.
“Begging for it now?” Lee laughs. His hips snap into yours now, giving you exactly what you need.
You’re a whining whimpering mess when you finally cum. Stars shoot across your closed lids as you try to smoother your face between the bench and Lee’s kisses.
“Good girl. Always my good girl,” Lee praises. Your body clenches around him at his words and he instantly knows something new about you.
He pulls away from your kiss covered jaw to watch you with an amused look. Your body is still writhing with pleasure under him and he can’t wait to give you move.
“You like being my good girl, momma? Wanna keep me happy?”
You moan at his words, humping against him, wanting him to move again but he continues to grind into the spot driving you crazy.
“Use your words,” he chuckles brushing a mussed curl from your forehead.
“I-I wanna be your good girl,” you whimper, finally cracking your eyes open to meet his gaze.
“Then you’ll make me happy and stay here?”
You stare at him for a beat before you nod. “I’ll stay.”
A smile spreads across his lips before he gets back to destroying you.
“Fuck,” he groans softly, your core keeps squeezing him mercilessly but you can’t control it. He can’t control it either as he slams into you despite your grip on him. You need him so bad. You need him to make you his wife. You need to take care of him. You need him to take care of you. You’ve never needed anything or anyone so bad in your adult life.
“You feel amazing, momma. Made just for me, you know that?”
“I’m yours,” you cry, your head tossed back against the seat so close to your peak again.
“All mine,” Lee sighs. “You gonna cum with me?”
“Uh huh!” You exhale. “Wanna be your good girl! Wanna cum for you, daddy!”
“Fuck!” Lee growls gripping your thigh a little tighter. The thought that it might bruise ghosts through your mind but you welcome it. He’s leaving his mark on you. Claiming you. It just makes you hotter. Tighter. Wetter.
“That’s it, momma. Cum for me,” he begs, his hips snapping into yours now.
So close. So close. Just a little- “Lee-eh-eh-eak!” You scream as you cum, spilling onto his stomach and the base of his cock. Lights flash behind your lids and you’re left a moaning mess as he fills you to the brim. You feel his seed leak past your lips to pool between you but he stays buried deep as ribbons of cum paint your insides, ready to do it’s job and make sure you’re full of him for the next nine months.
Of course, you know that its a relatively safe day for unprotected sex.
But part of you hopes it took.
Lee’s breaths come in quiet huffs as you writhe under him. He stays buried in you while he slowly softens, giving you just that little bit of extra friction. “You alright, momma?” He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips. You chase after them blindly as he pulls away, not ready to open your eyes. No ready for the euphoria to end.
“More kisses,” is your only response and Lee happily obliges. He bombards you with kisses until you’re both gasping for air and space. Lee lets out a soft sigh and sits up, pulling you up with him. He easily slips from you and you contract, attempting to keep all of his essence inside.
“Fuck,” Lee chuckles seeing his handy work between your legs. “Look at you just leaking with cum. You’re gonna make me hard again.” You smile and glance away, embarrassed. “Let me clean you up.” Lee finds his handkerchief in his back pocket and gently cleans up your core. “Relax or you’ll be holding it the entire drive,” he jokes. You let out a soft sigh and attempt to push out what you’ve been holding on to. “Good girl,” Lee praises making you giggle and bury your face in your hands. “Shit. If I knew that had so much power over you, I’d have said since day one.”
“You did once pretty early on,” you admit. “I fell asleep with my fingers in me that night.”
Lee laughs softly and is such a nice noise. You want to hear it forever.
“Well, shit! Tell me next time you need to jack off to something I said. I wanna watch.” You giggle even harder leaning back against the door as Lee finds your panties. He slips them back up your legs and over your hips so gently. He knows by now that he has to be careful with you after fucking you into a stupor. You watch as he slips on your shoes and places a soft kiss on each ankle.
He’s perfect.
“Lee?” He hums softly before looking up at you. “I love you.”
He just smirks back at you. “I love you more.”
You doze at Lee’s side as he drives you back to town. He hasn’t decided if he’ll take you home or to his place. You don’t care either way. You mom knows not to wait up. But you hope he’ll take you home. His home. Where your Baby is. And where your man is. Your fingers grip his thigh in your sleep, trying to keep him close even in your dreams. Your little hand is so close to his cock he starts to get stiff again.
He chuckles softly so he doesn’t wake you. “Guess you're coming home with me, huh?”
You wait in the sterile administration room of Mead General. Lee pretty much had to drop you off at the entrance to make you come. No amount of convincing could calm your nerves that morning. You fiddle with the new ring on your finger in an attempt to calm them.
The engagement ring Lee gave you.
It was enormous. You could practically see yourself in the diamond. It wasn’t you at all but Lee insisted on it. Nothing less than perfect for his girl.
Who knew it would become such a comfort.
A secretary calls your name and you gather up your resume and credentials to go through this torture one more time.
“Head up, momma. You’re the sheriff’s fiancée now. I need you to act like it.” Lee’s voice echos in your mind from when he dropped you off. You roll your shoulders back and add a little more confidence to your step.
Here goes nothing.
Lee leans against his car as he waits. It’s far too hot to sit in there and bake so he found a spot under a tree to wait for you. He glances up from lighting a cigarette to see the hospital security guard walking up to him like a man on a mission.
“Shit,” Lee sighs. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the public.
“Mr. Sheriff, Sir,” the man grins and holds out his hand.
Lee puts on a smile and tucks his sunglasses into his shirt pocket. “Sir,” Lee greets. “How can I help you?”
“Ronald, Sir. I just wanted to thank you for all that you do for our town. Keeping the social order and all.”
Lee can’t help but cock his brow at the phrase. Keeping the social order?
“This is one of the few places not assaulted with progressive ideas. Separate but equal will always prevail.”
He hadn’t enforced Jim Crow is over a year. Had nobody seemed to notice law enforcement stopped responding to their ‘coloreds using whites only facilities’ calls? They probably had their heads too far up their asses.
Lee gives the man a once over. “Right.” He looks up to notice you leaving the hospital. He sees you stop and glance around for him before he decides to go get you.
“What’s that little negro doing in there?” Ronald asks immediately noticing you. Apparently he wasn’t that great at his job if he never registered that you were there.
Lee smirks at your lithe form in the pencil skirt and blouse you picked out for your interview. He couldn’t wait to get you home to peel them off of you.
“I’ll handle this,” Lee sighs before stamping out his cigarette butt and making his way toward you.
You instantly light up at the sight of him, you almost fall into his arms in relief at a friendly face.
“How’d it go, momma?”
“I felt like they were interrogating me,” you breathe, letting out a soft laugh.
“Trying to scare you off,” Lee sighs. “What’d they say?”
You smile up at him excitedly. “I got it!”
“That’s my girl,” Lee grins. You notice his hands placed firmly on his hips but continues to regard you with beaming pride.
You cock a brow at him. “What are you up to out here?”
Lee bites his bottom lip, trying to hold back a laugh. “I gotta tell you something first. I know I threw a fit and started all that mess about that old junk-stuff in the basement,” he corrects himself with a soft eye roll.
“Oh, Lee,” you coo softly at the start of his apology. “That was so long ago. I’m not upset-”
“Just let me finish,” he interrupts. “I’m glad you made me keep it. I want our kids to see it. To know where they came from.”
You smile up, suddenly so proud of this man that was about to become you husband. You prepare to leap into his arms but he stops you with a gentle hand. He gestures toward the elderly security guard standing cross armed in the shade. “Now, back to what I was up to. That man over there thinks you’re up to no good.”
You burst into watery laughter at his words, attempting to hold back your happy tears long enough to let Lee play his joke. He really does pick the worst times to get sentimental. “What’s he gonna do? I work here now. Should we give him a show? Make his day?”
Lee’s smirk turns into a grin. “Really play it up for me, alright? Don’t hold back.”
You nod and stifle a giggle as Lee grips your forearm and attempts to drag you to his car. “Unhand me, you-you side burned Neanderthal!” You cry while flailing aimlessly. Lee stops to look back at you. “Too much?”
“That kinda hurt, momma.”
“Sorry,” you giggle glancing away, hoping your little character break isn’t caught. “I didn’t do anything! I had an interview! I swear!” You continue loudly, attempting to garnish attention.
“Anything you say can be used against you, ma’am, and I happen to know on good authority that this hospital doesn’t hire colorereds.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“If the shoe fits.”
“What are you arresting me for?” You counter, fruitlessly attempting to tug out of his grip.
“Lying to an officer, resisting arrest, trespassing, belligerent behavior-”
“Belligerent?” You bark.
“Just stating the facts,” Lee smirks, proud to deliver a low blow to return yours.
“Oh, you pig!” You hiss, just as Lee gets you to his car.
“Tell me how you really feel,” Lee sighs pressing your back into front passenger door. Those glaciers blue eyes meet yours and you just want to dive into them. They’re perfect.
“Well, sheriff daddy,” you whisper just for him. His hands circle your waist as he crowds you into the tiny space he made for you. It’s perfect. “Truth is, I’m really grateful for you. I wouldn’t have this opportunity without you.”
“Anything to keep you with me, momma.” Then Lee shocks the entire crowd of hospital spectators and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You smile against them and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you into a tighter embrace. “I love you,” Lee whispers against your lips.
“I love you,” you smile and press back into him. He’s perfect.
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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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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒
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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thornsnvultures · 1 year
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lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader || 1.2k || cw: pure filth, smut, mutual masturbation, breathplay, daddy kink, oral (m rec) || a/n: a rewrite of one of my first fics on ao3
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♡♡♡
You wake up in the middle of the night to Lee pressed up against your back. With every one of his inhales you feel his tummy brush against your lower back. Lee’s arm is draped over your middle, his stubble caressing the back of your neck and his soft comforting weight surrounding you.
You feel your core getting wetter by the second so you slip your hand in your panties to alleviate some pressure but your fingers running across your sensitive clit just makes your pussy slicker. Like a bloodhound he can smell it on you, can feel you squirming underneath him. Lee presses a kiss to the back of your neck and grinds into your backside real slow.
“Whatcha doin’, darlin’?
Your hand stills over your folds. Heat rises on your cheeks from being caught. Denial catches in your throat, you can't lie, not with his lips mouthing along the nape of your neck.
"Wakin’ me up when I gotta be up early in the morning," Lee tsk's, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten. His wandering hand nudges your own from between your legs and takes its place. Lee groans at the mess he finds between your thighs. "Still wet from takin’ my cock earlier, darlin’? All'a my cum leakin' outta that tight snatch." His thick fingers feel around your messy pussy, nudging your swollen, clit and gathering up your slick before pushing his two fingers inside. You could come from just that touch alone with how needy you are for him.
"Please, Lee. Daddy," you whine and grip his thick wrist in your hands like you're afraid of him pulling away and leaving you empty.
"Uh-uh. You wanna touch yourself without me," he rips his hand from between your thighs, "you gotta be a good girl for daddy and show me what you were doin’.”
Lee's fingers are shiny with your juices and he sucks them good and clean while you get situated. You turn around, half sitting up against the headboard, lifting your nightgown even higher on your hips so your cunt is exposed to the cool night air. Hunger consumes Lee's already dark blue eyes until they're nearly black.
“Tastes so good, sweetheart. Look'it you," Lee pushes his boxers down and takes himself in hand as he motions for you to get to it, put on the little show he's waiting for. "What’s got you all worked up this late at night, sweet thing? Tell me.” You can barely focus on his words as you watch him lazily tug at his fat, drooling cock. It takes a quirked eyebrow from Lee to bring you back. You lick your lips, watching the red tip of his cock peek out behind his fingers as he tugs, before going back to touching yourself how you like, how you were when you thought Lee was fast asleep.
“You, daddy," you groan, "I was thinking about you, your body, how good you make me feel. How you take care of me.”
“Is that right, darlin'? You like when Daddy makes you feel good?”
"God, yes," you cry out as your hand moves faster against your clit, strumming it hard until your legs are shaking.
"So beautiful. My perfect little girl." Lee's matching your pace with his fist when you slide two fingers from your other hand in your sloppy cunt, mimicking him fucking you.
You're a moaning, sobbing mess when you feel Lee reach over and squeeze at your breasts. One and the other, the palms the weight of your tender flesh, plucks at your sensitive nipples until you're shaking, shivering, nearly crawling out of your skin. Lee knows you're there, right there, you just need a little push. So he slides his hand up your chest to your throat, circling it but not giving you the pressure you crave until you answer him.
"Who makes you feel good? Who makes you feel like this?" Lee's right there, kneeling in front of you, one hand on your throat, the other slick and jerking his fat cock. You want him to cover you with his cum, to paint you, mark you as his. You want him to pump you full of it until you can't hold any more. A tight squeeze to your throat brings you back before you can float away.
“You, daddy, you do. You make me feel so good. So fucking good.”
Your legs are shaking and tears form at the corners of your eyes but you can’t, won’t, let go until Lee gives you the go ahead. You’d beg but you can’t speak, your vision is going spotty from the lack of circulation and a tear falls from your eye when he tightens his grip even more.
“Let go for me sweetheart, make a mess all over these sheets. Give it to me.” His whispered words send you flying off the edge and he lets go of your neck just enough for you to scream in ecstasy. You’re legs are shaking violently as you continue to slide your fingers in and out of you and strum your sensitive clit, riding out the wave. “Shhh, that's it, darlin'," his big hand cradles your jaw as your limbs go limp. "Such a messy little slut.”
You don't protest as Lee slides you down the bed until you're flat on your back. Starting up at him with a lazy smile on your face, Lee strokes your cheek as he straddles your chest and feeds you his cock from above.
Your hands run up his thick thighs before resting at his hips and you take the head of his cock between your lips, savoring the salty taste of him. He won't last long, not with you under him like this, but you don't mind. You're hungry for him, starving actually, since you woke up soaked and needy.
You bob your head as Lee fucks your pretty mouth, his balls are soaked with your spit and slapping against your chin and you think you could probably cum again from him using you like this. Hitting the back of your throat with a hand behind your head, holding you still so he can feel your throat constrict around him like a nice grip.
Praise pours from Lee's lips, "Such a good girl, taking cock like a good little slut. Fuck, take it all, that's it. So beautiful with a mouth full of cock, darlin'."
Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you gag around him over and over. Between gasping breaths you suck him down until he's babbling nonsense. Lee barely gives you any warning before he's holding your head still and shoving his cock down your throat as deep as it can go. A hoarse cry spills from his lips as he shoots his load and you moan around him, swallowing him down. Lee pulls out at the last second to shoot the last few spurts across your face.
"Beautiful."
He climbs off your cheat and goes to grab a towel to clean you up. Taking gentle care, Lee wipes away both of your messes before climbing back into bed and pulling you close.
"Sorry for waking you."
Lee chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't you worry. I was only teasing. You know I'll always take care of you."
"Love you, daddy."
"Mm, love you too, darlin'.
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