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#lee bodecker au
springdandelixn · 1 year
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Summary: Sheriff Bodecker is always there to save you even when you think he isn't.
Warnings: non-consensual touching, allusions to noncon, gun violence, abuse of power & verbal abuse.
Characters: SoftDark!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes
A/N: This is written for @the-slumberparty's Warm-Up: One Word Drabble and the word I got was 'Harass'. And of course, my mind immediately went to these two for some reason and I rode along with it. I hope I did it justice though but oh well.
As always, a drabble this may be, your feedback is highly encouraged, and reblogs would be appreciated. Enjoy! ❤️
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It was only supposed to be a quick trip to Martha’s farm, picking up the strawberries she picked for your grandmother in hopes to turn them into one of her famous pies. You should have brought your bike, you thought as you made your way back, to make the journey back and forth quicker. It would have saved you some time, and most of all, it would have saved you from James who now has you pinned against the trunk of a tree at the side of the dirt road. 
You clutch the basket of berries tight against your chest, staring down at the red skin and leafy tops of the fruits if only to avoid those oceanic eyes his. As handsome as they may seem, they hide something darker underneath, and just the thought of him showing you that side makes your body shiver in fear.
Beads of sweat form at the side of your neck and forehead as his hot breath fans against your skin along with the stolid summer air. He’s so closer, closer than he’s ever been for the months he’s been bothering and harassing you wherever you went, even to the point of bringing along his buddy, Steve, just to get a hold of you. 
You do your best to fend him off, keeping to the square where anyone can be a witness to his misdeeds. But at times he’d catch you alone, you make it a point to run as fast as you can, shouting for help when you reach your street or making your way to the steps of the police station where Sheriff Bodecker readily threatens him away and being kind enough to give you a ride home just to keep you safe.
But now, there’s nowhere to run and no one to save you. And with the way James grins dangerously down at you, you know he’s got you right where he wanted.
“It’s just one kiss, doll.” James drawls as he keeps his eyes on you, visibly flinching when he places a hand on your hip. “That’s all I’m asking.”
“Please—” You whimper, hugging the basket tighter and pressing yourself further against the trunk when he leans closer. “Leave me alone.”
“How can I do that when you look so delicious?” There’s a smirk on his lips when he takes a berry from the container, wrapping his lips around the fruit before taking a bite and making lewd noises as he chews. “I wonder if you taste just as luscious as that berry.” He whispers, a tear escaping your eyes when he lowers his hand and slips it underneath the skirt of your dress, his fingers tickling your bare thigh. “Or maybe you taste sweet—”
The beep of a siren cuts him off and your body goes rigid when James growls from the interruption. He turns away from you, his hand slipping from your dress as he faces the unexpected visitor. 
Dirt and rock crunch underneath the wheels of the patrol car and you release a huff of relief when you see Sheriff Bodecker step out of the vehicle as soon as it parks. You try to escape as James’ attention is taken away but a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when you feel a hand grab your wrist and tug you back against the tree, your basket of berries dropping to the ground and scattering on the dirt. 
“What are you doing out here, Barnes?” Sheriff Bodecker calls as soon as he steps out of the vehicle, his arms resting against the open door and his head tilting to the side when his eyes land on you. “But most importantly, what are you doing out here with her?”
“None of your business, pig!” James spits.
“Is that how you speak to a law enforcer?” There’s amusement in the sheriff’s voice.
“It’s how I talk to assholes that put their noses where it doesn’t belong!”
“You okay there, sweetheart?” Sheriff Bodecker asks you, ignoring James who is fuming. “This boy bothering you?”
“Y-yes—”
“You shut your fucking mouth!” James snarls at you and you make yourself smaller as fear completely takes over your entire being.
“Now now. Let’s all calm down.” Sheriff Bodecker says as he steps away from the vehicle, his hand parting his jacket to reveal the pistol stowed into his holster. “You let the girl go and no one gets hurt.” 
“Fuck off!” A yelp leaves your lips when James tugs you away from the tree, panic surging through your veins when he walks away and drags you with him. 
You try to tug your hand away, digging your soles into the dirt to stop him. But he’s too strong, pulling you like you weigh nothing and you try to look back at the sheriff to beg him to help you. But before you can set your sights on him, a loud bang echoes through the barren fields and you fall on your ass when James suddenly releases you.
A groan of pain fills your ears as you cry and curl yourself small against the dirt, a measly attempt to protect yourself. You then startle and look up when you feel a hand rest against your shoulder, your eyes meeting the sapphires of Sheriff Bodecker when he crouches down, his hands moving against your arms as if checking you for any injuries. 
“You alright, girl?” He asks and you nod silently, taking his offered hand as you try to pull yourself up. But your knees buckle, and your body shook with how things unfolded so quickly. And before you meet the ground once more, Sheriff Bodecker lifts you in his arms, grabbing onto his uniform to steady yourself.
“You fucking shot me!” James shouts on the ground as he clutches his thigh, blood staining his jeans and hands. “I’m going to tell—”
“Who? Your father?” The sheriff mocks. “The Rogers? They know better than to believe some stupid kid's lies and your buddy Steve won’t even be able to convince his old man to believe you.” Sheriff Bodecker nears him and you hide your face when you see the way James looks up at you, anger painted on his face. “You clean up your act boy or that won’t be the only thing you get from me.” 
Before James could even retort, Sheriff Bodecker turns away and walks back to his cruiser. He settles you down gently on the passenger’s seat and buckles you in, his hand resting on your upper arm before giving it a squeeze. 
“Let’s get you home. Your granny must be worried sick.”
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James hasn’t shown his face ever since Sheriff Bodecker shot him. You know it was wrong for a law enforcer to harm a civilian but deep down, you’re thankful that he did. That he arrived just in time to save you from whatever misdeed James had in mind. 
Sheriff Bodecker came by that next morning with a basket full of berries, your grandmother expressing her gratitude to the officer by letting him in and packing him a bag of her freshly baked cookies. You told him he didn’t need to replace what you lost but the smile on his face and the way he pats your cheek makes you retract your words, agreeing to him instead and promising him a strawberry pie when he visits next. 
But one visit becomes two then three and you notice that the officer makes his presence known almost every single day; his cruiser rolling into the driveway and that distinguishable knock he does when he climbs the steps of your porch. 
You ask him why he keeps coming over, not to be rude, but simply out of curiosity. 
He looks up at you after taking a bite of the pie you made. “Well, I want to make sure you’re safe, sweetheart.” His grin widens, wiping his lips clean from the filling before he continues.
“With me around, no one will harm you again.”
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lunarbuck · 2 years
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Layin' Down the Law
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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader
WC: 4.7k
Summary: You’re never adventurous. Why not try something new at Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam?
Warnings: swearing, pet names [princess, angel, sweets], smut (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), s*x work, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, choking, handcuffs/restraint, overstimulation, spanking
A/N: Not only is this my first time writing for Lee but it’s also my first time writing about any sort of SW so please excuse any inaccuracies!! This was mega out of my comfort zone but i’m OBSESSED with how it turned out :))) please please please let me know what you think 💕
p.s. thank you to the lovely @purpleshallot and @mumbles411 for beta reading for me <3
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You sit at the bar, nervously stirring your cocktail. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. You’d made it this far; stepping into the house was the first step. Sitting at the bar was the second, and ordering a drink was the third. Step four is ordering one of the ‘services’ from the menu in front of you. 
Various names and images are organized neatly on the menu. All of the men are very attractive, and their assorted talents make butterflies flit around your belly. You remind yourself why you’re here. Tonight is all about getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things. 
You run your fingers along the text, searching for the perfect man. Your eyes fall upon one listed only as ‘The Sheriff.’ Even just from the photo, you can tell he is big and broad. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but there’s something darker there. There’s something in his gaze; you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from the photo. When you read his specialty, heat licks in your lower abdomen.
“See anything you like?” a woman asks from beside you. You quickly straighten up and stare at her. Your jaw falls open as you stare at the owner of this… establishment. You’re not too sure of the proper lingo.
“Oh, uh,” you stammer, trying to find your words. “Yes.” The woman, Lady Marmalade, smiles warmly at you and glances down at the menu in front of you.
“And which of my fine specimens has caught your eye?” she asks, running a long, perfectly manicured nail along the menu. You look back down at the photos and can’t help but be drawn to the Sheriff. Lady Marmalade must notice your fascination with the man because she lets out a contented sigh.
“He seems…” your voice fades out as you try to find the words to describe the man in the photo and the way he makes you feel even though you haven’t even met him.
“Would you like to meet him?” Your heartbeat thunders loudly in your ears, and you don’t realize you’re nodding until Lady Marmalade squeezes your shoulder and turns away. You quickly realize that she left with the intention of bringing the Sheriff over to you. After sitting in shock for a moment, you smooth out your shirt and skirt, trying to look a little more put together. 
“Evenin’ darlin’,” a man drawls from behind you. You slowly turn on the barstool and come face to face with the man from the photograph. He leans against the bar, the fabric of his pressed Sheriff’s uniform pulling around his muscular arms and broad chest. His hat is tilted just enough to cast a shadow over half of his face. You suck in a breath and catch yourself staring into his bright blue eyes.
“Good evening,” you whisper back. The Sheriff grins, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. 
“My name is Lee, but I think you can guess what everyone calls me,” he says, an easy smile curving across his lips. 
“They call you the Sheriff,” you laugh nervously and try not to stare at his mouth too much. “I’m not really sure how this works,” you admit. This just makes the man in front of you chuckle as he adjusts his belt. His tummy bulges over the band of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water.
“I can help you with that,” Lady Marmalade interjects, placing a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. She explains how payment works, the rules of the house, and makes sure you understand that your comfort is of the utmost importance. You nod along with her but find it hard to focus entirely on her words because of Lee’s heated stare. 
Once everything is settled, the Sheriff reaches out and takes your hand in his, and leads you up the stairs to his room. Despite the dim lighting, you can see the dark wood of the furniture spread around the room. The large bed takes up quite some space, but still, there is a small sitting area in one corner, what looks like a desk in the other, and a few books stacked on a nightstand.
The Sheriff walks you to the sitting area and helps you into one of the plush leather chairs. He takes the seat across from you, and you wait quietly for his next move.
“So,” Lee begins, leaning back in his chair. His legs are spread, and his arms stretch out on the armrests. “What brought you in this evening?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt for a moment as you formulate your answer.
“I’m trying to do something new,” you reply quietly, averting your eyes from Lee’s powerful gaze. 
“You’ve never done something like this before?” he asks, tilting his head. You glance up at him while keeping your head down. Everything this man does is attractive; you can’t help but be drawn in.
“No,” you answer. One of Lee’s eyebrows ticks up.
“Well then, you should always have a safe word. Somethin’ you wouldn’t say normally. If you don’t like what I’m doin’ or just need to stop, you say red, and I stop. No questions, no judgment. That sound okay?”
“Yes,” you reply, sighing with a bit of relief. At least he knows what he’s doing.
“In this room, you will call me Sir or Sheriff. You got that?” His words are sharp but hold no malice. He speaks sweetly, understanding where your nerves are coming from.
“Yes, Sir,” you squeak, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the use of his title. 
“Good girl,” he replies with a grin. Lee stands and rests his hands on his hips, staring down at you. “But seein’ you in this outfit makes me wonder if you really are such a good girl.” His voice turns raspy and deep; it sends vibrations through your chest.
You turn your attention to your skirt. You’ll admit it’s a little short, but you don’t think it’s too bad. It’s plaid, almost school-girl-looking. You’d chosen it because it’s comfortable, but now you can see why maybe it would send the wrong message.
“You don’t like it?” you ask in a small voice, fiddling with its hem. You hear the shuffle of fabric, and suddenly Lee’s large shadow looms over you. He has shrugged off his blue Sheriff’s jacket, leaving him only in a white button-down and his slacks. Lee runs his hand along his jaw, the scruff on his chin making the perfect scratching noise against his calloused hands.
“I love it, princess, but I can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like this. What would people think?” You shift nervously, rubbing your thighs together without thinking about it. 
“I’m not sure, Sheriff,” you say quietly. Lee crouches down and catches your gaze, captivating you.
“They’d give that skirt one look and think you’re a whore,” he says, practically purring at you. Something in your belly twitches when the word ‘whore’ rolls off his tongue. You’ve never liked the sound of that word, but when he says it… it sounds incredible.
“A whore?” Your heart speeds up in your chest; you know you’re breathing heavily. 
“A whore,” he confirms, reaching up to take his hat off. “You want everyone to think you’re a whore?” the Sheriff asks sincerely. 
You shake your head. You don’t want people to think that, no.
Lee chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “But you are a whore, aren’t you, princess?” Your eyes go wide as you suck in a shaky breath.
“No, Sir,” you reply. You don’t think you’re a whore; in fact, most people would say you’re quite the opposite.
Lee just hums, seeming to think he didn’t need to respond. Instead, he stands and begins to unbuckle his belt. You can see he’s already hard; his erection is pressed against his waistband in a way that looks almost painful. From the outline of his dick in his pants, you can tell that he’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced.
Lee slides his belt out of the loops and drops it on the chair behind him. You watch, unable to pull your eyes away from the movement. He smiles and reaches out, running his hand down your jaw to grip your chin in a few of his fingers.
“But tonight, you’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. You nod, hypnotized by the Sheriff’s deep blue eyes. “Yes, you are,” he breathes. Using his grip on your chin, Lee coaxes you up out of your chair to stand in front of him. He is a mountain of a man, and despite the height your shoes give you, you still have to crane your head to look at his face. 
The Sheriff lets his fingers travel across your face, down your neck, and to your chest. His hands rest on your upper ribs, palms pressing ever so slightly against the edge of your breasts. Your breath hitches as you watch his grin spread, showing off the sharp edge of one of his canines.
His hands are heavy on you as they run along your body, but you welcome the pressure, his touch. Lee drinks you in, devouring every inch of you with a heated gaze. You do the same to him. The way his shirt stretches over his shoulders, his chest, his belly, it’s all so perfect. You find yourself wanting to lick every inch of him, to show him just how much you love his body, but for some reason, you can’t get yourself to reach out to him. His large hands cup your breasts from outside your shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours so badly.
Something takes over your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you sink to your knees in front of the Sheriff. You gaze up at him from your spot on the floor, and he smirks down at you, petting your hair and brushing it from your face. 
“Whatcha doin’ down there?” He asks, cocking his head. You shift your gaze away from his eyes and to the bulge in his pants that is now in front of your face. 
“Wanna make you feel good,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own words. You let your hands trail up his legs, and when you reach the button on his pants, you hear him suck in a breath. You flick open the button a moment later and drag down his zipper, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug them down his legs before looking back up at Lee for his approval.
“You wanna make me feel good, angel?” The Sheriff pats your head again, pushing you slightly toward the tented fabric in front of you. “Then do it. Show me how much you want my cock. Suck my dick like the pretty little whore you are.” Wetness pools in your panties at his words. 
Lee helps you remove his boxers, and the second they’re down past his ass, his cock is in your face. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at the sight. Your eyes track his movement as he slides a condom over his length.
The Sheriff’s fingers tangle in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you lick up his shaft, base to tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue along the tip of his cock as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your throat. You’ve never seen a dick this big; you’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into now.
You sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, but you know the Sheriff wants you to go faster. His grip on your hair tightens as his restraint gets to its tipping point. You gag around his dick, and he snaps, pressing your head down further and further until your nose is nestled against the base of his dick. Your throat protests the intrusion, but you won’t lie; you love the way it feels to have him controlling your movements, to have his cock so far in your mouth.
After letting you adjust to his size for a moment, Lee starts to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy. He fucks your face, not caring about letting you breathe or the sound of you gagging.
“Your throat is so tight, princess. It’s squeezin’ me so hard. What a good little whore for me,” he grunts, holding you down at the base of his dick again. You moan around his cock and when you come up for air you try to speak, but he pushes your head back down. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”
One of your hands grips the Sheriff’s thigh while your dominant hand drifts down to between your thighs, finding your clit. The second you make contact with your pussy you moan around his cock. Sucking him off has gotten you so worked up that you feel like you could come any minute.
Your fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you to your peak almost instantly, but Lee pulls away just as you’re about to fall over the edge. He steps back abruptly and crouches down, yanking your arm away from your pussy.
Lee chuckles as you take heaving breaths, rubbing your thighs together to get any friction back. He tuts at you and stands, tugging you along with him. He drags you to the bed and tosses you onto the mattress, causing you to bounce a few times.
From the feral look in his eyes, you know you’ve done something wrong. The Sheriff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of shiny, silver hand-cuffs.
“What’re those for,” you ask, licking your lips. Your hands grip the bedsheets, and your body hums with nerves. You know what he’s going to do, but you want to hear him say it first.
“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He asks, stalking toward you. He opens one of the cuffs and grabs your wrist, fastening the manacle tightly. The Sheriff does the same with your other wrist, connecting the cuffs, so your hands are stuck behind your back. The cuffs are almost too tight, and there is almost too much pressure on your shoulders, but you don’t care. It feels so good.
You’ve never lived out these fantasies before. You’ve only thought about them in the privacy of your home. No partner ever knew about the depth of your depravity, but having the Sheriff call you a whore, having him cuff you, it makes your head spin. It’s perfect.
“No, Sir,” you reply, trying to maintain eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you. 
“So why the fuck were you touching that pretty pussy of yours?” He grips your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back, exposing your throat. Lee’s other hand circles around your throat, squeezing it just enough so you feel it, but he doesn’t choke you.
“I wanted to come,” you say weakly, watching the heat of lust grow in his eyes.
“What a greedy girl,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. The Sheriff uses his grip on your throat to push you back against the mattress. “Such a dumb fucking whore,” he teases, positioning you on the bed so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air.
You feel the mattress dip behind you. Lee kneels behind you and runs his large hands over the backs of your legs and your ass. “You wanna come, right?”
Even with your face pressed into the sheets, you moan loudly. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s all you can think about, huh?” the Sheriff asks, flipping your skirt up to expose your panties and ass. “It’s the only thing your dumb whore brain can think of. Coming.” You whimper at his words, loving the way he speaks to you.
Your only response is to gasp, unable to formulate something to say.
“I don’t think you deserve to come,” he says, slapping your ass harshly. “You gotta earn that.” Lee shifts behind you, and a moment later, you feel the head of his cock press against the back of your thigh. You can’t help but wiggle your hips in anticipation of what is to come. He was so big in your mouth; you have no idea how you’ll take him in your pussy.
“Please,” you whimper, stretching out your fingers, hoping to grasp onto anything. The Sheriff spanks you again and positions his cock at your wet entrance. 
“That’s right, sweets, beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought, and you arch your back even more.
“Please, Sheriff, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you moan wantonly. 
“Good girl.” Lee presses into you and doesn’t bother to give you time to adjust to his size. His cock stretches you out so much that you swear he’s going to split you in half. Your breath hitches when you feel the press of his hips against your ass. 
“Oh my god,” you shudder, feeling your pussy pulse around his thick cock. You can practically feel every ridge, every vein; you’re so sensitive. The Sheriff reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.
“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, princess. You’re taking me so well.” The hand that isn’t around your throat snakes down to circle your clit. The pressure is perfect, and you buck back against Lee’s hips. 
He sets a brutal pace that takes your breath away and doesn’t give you a chance to think. His hips snap against your ass, pressing his cock so deep in you that you can feel him in your throat. Lee brings you right up to the edge, but he doesn’t let you cum. Every time you think he’s going to give it to you, he lets up on your clit. 
“Sheriff, please, please,” you beg, sounding pathetic. The Sheriff bites out a laugh and takes his hand off your neck to spank you a few times.
“You don’t get to come until I say you do. I’m the law around here, princess. You do as I fuckin’ say.” You nod as best you can as he pulls out and switches where you’re positioned. Lee lifts your shoulders and sits against the headboard, legs out in front of him. “Come ride my cock,” he says sternly. You shuffle on your knees over to him, and he helps you position your knees on the outside of his lap.
The Sheriff holds his cock up for you as you sink down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on top of him. Your head tilts back as you moan, feeling him even deeper inside you than before. Lee leans his head back against the headboard, and his fingers flick open the buttons of your top, leaving it open to expose your bra. 
You start to rock your hips as the Sheriff unfastens your bra, smiling at how it opens in the front as if you’d thought it all through earlier. Lee’s hands cup your tits, and his fingers pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves through you. 
“Fuck,” you moan, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. Lee’s hands shift to grab your hips, lifting you and pushing you down over and over again on his dick. You love the way he uses you, the way he takes his pleasure from you. 
“Show me how much you want my cock, angel. Show me what a fucking slut you are.” You take over the movements, rocking your hips and fucking the Sheriff. He lets his hands roam your body, groping and pinching at your sensitive spots while you bounce on his cock. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock,” he grunts, threading his hands through your hair.
“Mmh– I– fuck,” you babble, unable to come up with a coherent thought. The Sheriff smirks and laughs, low and deep.
“You’re so fuckin’ drunk on my cock that you can’t think, huh?” he taunts, putting on a patronizing voice. “Such a dumb little cockwhore.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes; being on edge for so long is getting to be too much. You’re sensitive and so, so ready to come. 
You open your mouth again and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You just pant, working his cock hard.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this, princess. I love watching my cock disappear in your perfect pussy. You’re being such a good whore for me.” You bite out a moan and pick up your pace, trying to prove that you’re worthy of coming. 
“Sheriff,” you whimper, feeling yourself about to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” you chant, praying to Lee for your orgasm.
“You wanna come?” He asks, tugging your hair to tilt your head down close to his. A tear slips down your cheek, and you moan loudly as the Sheriff licks it up, trailing his tongue along your face. “You wanna come on my cock?”
“Please.” Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but Lee hears. He flips you around, so you’re on your back, arms pressed almost painfully into the mattress. The pain seems to push you that much closer to the edge. He leaves one hand tangled in your hair, and the other reaches around your neck, choking you. You suck in breaths as he pounds into your pussy, the sounds of your arousal and his panting music to your ears.
“Come on, baby, come like the fucking whore you are.” Lee shakes you a bit, slamming you into the mattress, and the impact pushes you over the edge. You come on a scream, convulsing and shaking like a woman possessed. 
“Oh my god,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the Sheriff’s torso. He fucks you through your orgasm to the point where you’re almost too sensitive to take him.
Your face twists up as you resist the urge to tell him to stop. Even though it’s a lot, it still feels so good.
“Good girl, sweets,” he whispers, not slowing down his thrusts. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. You moan loudly and bite your lip as Lee laughs at your sensitivity. “What, you can’t take it? I thought you were gonna be a good whore for me tonight.”
You shake your head; you’ll be good. “I can take it, Sir,” you croak, staring into his striking blue eyes.
“Then you can give me another one.” Lee changes up his pace, slowing down but pressing his cock further into your pussy to go even deeper as his fingers continue stroking your clit. Even though you just came, you’re right back on the edge, the band in your belly about to snap. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, choking on your words. Lee’s body presses into you, lifting your legs up around his shoulders so his chest can rest on yours. He bends you in half, and it feels so fucking good. 
“That’s it, come again like the fucking slut you are.” At his command, you explode, white heat shooting down your spine. Lee’s pace falters, and you know he’s also about to finish. You clamp down on his dick, squeezing him hard. He growls and bites your shoulder as he comes, moaning loudly into your ear. 
After a moment, Lee sits up, but he doesn’t pull out. He runs his hands down your torso, gripping your tits and hips, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. “You made a mess,” he says, eyes trailing down to where he’s still seated inside of you.
You pant, tongue wetting your bottom lip. Just from the look in his eyes, you know what he’s going to tell you.
“Clean it up.” Lee pulls out and stands near the edge of the bed. He grabs your hair and tugs you, so you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him. His cock drips with your combined arousal, and your mouth waters at the sight.
With your hands still cuffed, you have no assistance getting his dick into your mouth. You clumsily maneuver around his cock, bumping your face into the head a few times. The Sheriff just laughs and watches, holding your hair in his hands. When you finally latch onto his dick, you taste yourself on him and moan.
“You like that, huh? You like how your cum tastes on my cock?” You nod around his dick, licking the underside of him to clean him up. Despite just coming, he’s still semi-hard, and you love how he feels in your mouth.
You’ve never felt so used, but in this moment, you feel so so good. It’s like Lee can read your mind; he knows all of your dirtiest fantasies and makes them come true. You’re not sure how you’re going to go back to normal guys after this.
The Sheriff guides your head off of his cock and crouches down to be at eye-level with you. You stare into his deep blue eyes, which are nearly black at this point, but they still suck you in. His round face is tinged pink, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow. The way he looks at you is primal, like he wants you to hunt you down and break you.
You’d let him.
You feel a wave of pleasure run through you at the thought. Lee must notice because a grin creeps across his face. You watch as he stands and walks to the dresser, where he picks up a small silver key. The Sheriff steps behind you, uncuffing your hands. Your wrists are sore, but you don’t mind.
“You did such a good job, angel,” he says, helping you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, so he holds you against his side to support you. “Lemme show you how much I ‘preciate your hard work.” The Sheriff walks you over to the bed and helps you lay down on your back. Your arms reach out to your sides, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets below you. Your whole body is so sensitive. Your skin tingles from all the sensations.
Your legs hang off the side of the bed, and you watch as the Sheriff kneels down between your parted thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. He is face to face to your pussy, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You choke back a moan, unprepared for what is to come.
Lee presses sweet kisses to your inner thighs before letting his tongue wander to your clit. He groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. You can’t hold back the moan that practically erupts from you this time.
“Oh my god,” you whine, legs wrapping around the Sheriff’s head. His strong hands grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place while he licks and sucks your pussy.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, kissing your legs again. “Can’t ever get enough.” Lee’s talented tongue laps you up and brings you right to your peak. Goosebumps surface on your skin, and you shiver as he grips your thighs tighter.
“Please, Sheriff,” you beg wantonly, needing to come just one more time, though you doubt you’ll ever quench your newfound thirst for the incredible man on his knees in front of you.
“Come for me, angel, come on.” The Sheriff circles your clit with his tongue and sucks it between his teeth, grazing your sensitive spot ever so slightly. It sends you over the edge into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision goes white, and your whole body curls in on itself. Lee smiles against your pussy and sweetly kisses your clit.
“Holy fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. The Sheriff situates himself on the bed and helps you sit between his legs. You curl against his broad shoulders, his belly providing the perfect cushion for you. He holds you close and rubs your back as you come down from the post-orgasm high you’d been floating in.
“How do you feel?” Lee asks, letting his fingers drift over your skin.
“Like I need to do this more often.”
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chasingmidnights · 4 months
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'Tis the Season: Holiday Special
Day Three: Lee Bodecker - what the holiday season might look like with Lee Bodecker. Lee takes you up to his cabin where the two of you stay inside for the most part, all warm by the fire. There you play various board games and maybe some puzzles. Soft music plays in the back ground as he sips on some brandy and you enjoy a nice hot chocolate.
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key | agere - sfw regression | a - angst | ddlg - sexual ddlg | f - fluff | h/c - hurt/comfort | mf - medfet elements | n - non/dubcon or dark elements | s - smut |
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no use fightin’ | s, n | dark!lee bodecker x reader | the sheriff knocks you up in the empty station.
right up nice, where you belong | s, ddlg, n | dark!daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader | 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.
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imyourbratzdoll · 2 months
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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒇
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - being the sheriff was tough, but lee had found something to relax him and that thing was at the strawberry shack.
warning - smut, gloryhole, oral sex, swearing.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Lee parks his car, tipping his hat at the people that pass before he enters The Strawberry Shack, he had become a regular in this place, enjoying that there were women always at his service. Lee nods at the woman at the front desk, heading straight for a certain door and making his way inside. There you were, he had been itching to feel your lips wrapped around his cock again. 
“Hiya, suga’. I’ve missed your lips so much, you miss my cock?” He stands in front of your hole, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull out his throbbing member. 
“Of course I did, I missed feeling your cock heavy on my tongue, I missed sucking you off until you cum down my throat. I miss your taste.” Your sultry voice causes Lee’s cock to twitch, your words music to his ears. “Are you going to let me have a taste?” You moan, licking your lips as you watch him stroke his thick girthy member through the hole. 
“Shit, suga’. Making me throb over here. You gonna be a good girl if I let you have a taste?” Lee groans, squeezing his tip before stroking his cock again. 
You whine. “Only for you.” Lee slides his cock through the hole, and you immediately launch forward and wrap your lips around him, sucking on his tip before sliding down and choking on his cock. Your tongue swirls around, flicking underneath and tracing the prominent veins. Drool seeps from the sides of your mouth as you continue to choke and gag on him, your eyes rolling back.
“Fuck, suga’. Best fucking head I’ve ever received.” His hands rest on his hips, fucking your mouth through the hole. Lee keeps his back straightened even though the feel of your mouth on him makes him want to crumble. His nostrils flare as he holds back his groans, feeling pleasure ripple through him.
You moan around him, sucking him harder, your head bobs up and down. You can feel him twitch on your tongue, enjoying that you can bring a man so dominant down with just your mouth. You move up to his tip, paying special attention to it. Sucking and swirling your tongue around it before you flick underneath causing him to buck his hips, accidentally letting a grunt slip. 
“Fucking hell, suga’. Keep that up and I’ll cum.” With a new thirst for his cum, you continue your movements but faster and harder, working like a whore to get his cream out. Lee’s eyes roll back, and he quickly rests his palms on the wall for support as you suck his cock like a vacuum. His cock begins to twitch like crazy, balls tightening before a large amount of cum spurts out of his tip, coating your gorgeous mouth. 
You swallow, lapping up every bit of his cream before you gently pull off with a pop. You watch him pull out and tuck himself back into his pants, a smirk resting on your lips. 
“Thanks, suga’. Make sure you’re ready for me tonight. Gonna need that sweet cunt.” And with that, Lee saunters off.
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lilacevans · 2 months
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meet some of the pete's place regulars!
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✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚
this is a dark au/verse. minors need not interact. happy endings don't happen here.
𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
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41 years old.
6’2’’.
Suburban dad with a dark side. 
Likes flashing the cash for a look as he doesn’t get much attention back home.
Never misses stopping by when he’s in town.
Has a type and it just so happens to be you.
Brings you gifts; new outfits, new shoes, gold chains, etc, every single time he visits the club.
Will spend the whole night promising you the world– and his wallet, if you just go home with him.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink. 
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐭
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45 years old.
6’4’’.
Oh, what a nice man–
Warning sirens sound in the distance.
Danger! Danger! 
The man will make you beg, make you cry, rearrange your insides, make you fall in love and break you down all within a night.
The man is all kinds of fucked up. But knows how to hide it well.
Under Lloyds employement so like, you can guess the kinds of fucked up. 
Did awful things while serving in the army, brought some of that back home with him.
Protect you? More like slaughter anyone who gives you a momentary glance. 
Top Three: Rough (Violent) Sex, Service Kink, Corruption Kink.
𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲
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28 years old.
6’1’’.
Cocky motherfucker, hot and he knows it.
The embodiment of a hyper puppy. 
Acts like he’s always got the zoomies whenever he’s in the club.
Annoys the absolute shit out of all the girls but he’s hot, so they deal with it.
Secretly a sweetheart but never shuts his mouth.
Gets a little too handsy when he’s had a drink– or five. 
Always asking Pete to loan him one of his girls for the night.
Don’t get him twisted, the guy FUCKS. and he's NASTY about it
Top Three: Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Body Worship (receiving). 
𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟
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43 years old.
6’0’’.
Corrupt little wank, like’s to make Pete nervous when he comes around, but he’d never spill on the shady things as he likes the club’s views. 
Talks big shit but you’ll find him in the VIP rooms on a Saturday night. 
A little wrong in the head, but treat him right and he’ll make you scream. 
Can get a little rough with the girls when he's had a few.
Tight with money so always tries it on for a discount for not opening his mouth.
Has a big cock and is smug about it.
Likes 'em on their knees with an wide open mouth.
Top Three: Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Choking. 
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
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32 years old
6’0’’.
Troubled addict that’s in the club; Every. Single. Night.
Likes just to watch, girls kinda hate him in the club because he won’t even throw a dollar bill but will spend a paycheck on drinks and other things.
Spends money he doesn’t have, does the odd job for Pete when he’s in a little legal trouble which gets him the odd night in the VIP rooms.
Don’t underestimate him though.
Will have you crawling back for seconds.
While not the roughest by any means, get him high enough and annoyed enough, he’ll make sure you’re not walking for the next two weeks.
Top Three: High Sex, Overstimulation, Throat-Fucking. 
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞
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35 years old
6’1’’.
Idk, fam, somethings off about this one but we're gonna ignore it, okay?
Stares a little too long, kinda like he’s hunting.
Makes your heart race a little being around him– fuck or fight i guess. I know which I’m doing. 
Tips nicely but never wants a private dance, likes to watch and drop cash at your feet after.
Weirdo tbh. It’s not like he ain’t got the money. 
Sucks to be you if you decide to go home with him.
You ain't coming back, honey.
Top Three: Blood Play, Knife Play, Bondage/Rope.
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Nightlife 18
Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.
Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.
Part of The Club AU
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A long moan slips from between your lips. Your dewy cheek presses to the bedspread as your thigh clench, throbbing from inside as the swirling stirs your wits. You clutch the edge of the bed, gasping as Lee laps loudly behind you.
“Mmm, darlin’,” he murmurs against you, dragging two fingers along your leg. You quiver and he chuckles, the rumble rolling through you, “just relax…”
He lets the last letter drawl out as he places his mouth against your ass and nips at the tender flesh. His fingertips circle your hole and you squeeze your muscles tight. He purrs, teasing you as he prods and rubs you.
“I said… relax,” he pulls his fingers asay and you hear the wet noise if his mouth sucking, “I just wan’ make you feel good, baby.”
He touches your ring with slobbery fingers, spreading his spit around as he pokes against the resistance. You hiss and he once more pinches your cheek with his teeth. He hushes you as he dips a fingertip slowly into you.
You yipe and throw your head up at the intrusion. You slap a hand on the mattress, the bounce urging him further in. He sucks on your flesh, a welt forming with the pressure as he buries past his first knuckles. He wiggles in you, slipping back and in again. He works your hole, loosening you with short but gentle thrusts.
You tremble, the pressure mingling with the burn of his invasion. You never felt anything like that. It's painful yet delicious. It's only the shock of your own shame that keeps you tense. You've never done this before, never even thought of doing it.
“Lee….” You wisp, “you said… wait… we'll wait…”
“We gon’ wait,” he snarls against your ass, rocking his hand as he presses a second finger against your hole, “this ain't… ain't nothing. Just a bit of fun.”
“Please…” You gulp and your eyes roll back as you bite your tongue.
“That's it, kitten, you like it, huh? Gonna purr for me, ain't ya?”
His breath fans damply over your flesh as you grasp at the blankets. Your back arches and your toes curl. His other hand creeps up and tickles along your folds, slick as he fingers glide between them. He finds your clit, rubbing lightly as he adds to the flames licking at your core.
You hold your breath as the pressure boils and quakes in you. You drop your head and cry out, spasming as the tension unties. Your legs go slack and you heave into the mattress, murmuring as he coos sweetly against your skin.
He slips his fingers out, little by little, and moves to lick you again. He twirls his tongue around, still teasing your clit. He hums and raises his head, resting his chin on the cusp of your ass.
“Ya ain't so sad now, are ya?”
You shudder, unable to speak as your mind lay in pieces. As good as it feels, there's still a part of you afraid of it. The way he never really asks, but does as he pleases.
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“Got a big surprise for ya,” Lee swings your arm as he clings to your hand, “ya excited?”
“A surprise?” You wonder as he walks you down the pavement to the curb.
“Can't spoil it. You just get in and see,” he winks and kisses your forehead. He stops and looks you up and down, “you look so good, my blossom flower.”
“Oh,” you glance down at your red coat and pale blue jeans, “I do?”
“You always do to me,” he grins, “but I think I know something suits ya better.”
You blink at his cryptic words. You don't quite get what he means. He opens the car door and you get in. You buckle up as he shuts it and goes around his side.
He flips on the radio, bopping his head to The Ronettes as he drives. It's a sunny day despite the cold. You watch the city pass outside the window and try to enjoy it. The shadow of your shortcoming never really leaves, it just fades into the background.
As the car pulls into a lot, you stare curiously at the bookstore in the corner of the plaza. You like books, that's a nice surprise. Lee gets out and stretches. You undo your seatbelt and follow him, keeping a hand on the car as you stare at the shop.
You set off across the lot without a second thought.
“Wow, wow,” Lee staggers after you and catches your hand, “where ya off to?”
“Oh, I was…” you turn back, “I thought we were going to look at books.”
“Maybe after,” he chuckles and he gives a dramatic look to the storefronts along the stretch of pavement, “anything else catch your eye?”
There's a hobby shop for a game you don't play and a butcher's. None of it really interests you. He tuts and squeezes your hand tighter, pulling you across the lot.
You look up as he approaches the store at the far end and plant your heels as you see the word ‘bridal’ in curly cursive. Oh!
“Lee, you don't mean…”
“Well, we gotta find you something pretty to wear, don't we?” He lets go of your hand and drapes his arms over your shoulders instead. “I'm not very superstitious. I don't mind a sneak peek.”
“I… I… maybe we should wait,” you sputter, heart beating wildly.
“Wait?” He pulls away completely, “for what?”
“Well, I don't know,” you glance at the windows. The dresses are so pretty but they all seem too much for you. “It's fast is all–”
“Well I'm darn serious about you,” he crosses his arms, “ain't you serious about me?”
“Um, y-yeah, but I just… I just flunked out and I'm still figuring things out.”
“What's there to figure out? You and me, that's all there is.”
“Right, but… but… what if I'm not ready?”
“Not ready for what? Not ready to be mine? Huh? Not ready for me to take care of ya? Sleepin’ in my bed, living under my roof… you been doin’ all that.”
“I'm sorry, I'm not… sorry, sir, it's just… I'm young. It's all new.”
“Young? You're grown. And it's new to me too. I ain't never married neither.”
“You haven't?”
“No, think I been waiting for you,” he softens, “come on, darlin’, I made an appointment and everything.”
“Uh, okay,” you gulp and face the bridal shop. He grabs your hand again and tugs you forward.
You're greeted inside by a woman in all black. She's pretty and elegant and older. You notice how her eyes skim between you and Lee, curious about your relation.
“We're gettin’ married,” he supplies, “appointment for Bodecker.”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Bodecker,” she smiles, “of course, can I take your coats?”
You let her take your red coat and he hands over his jacket. You’re led down a long hall, glimpsing other women standing before mirrors in ivory and pearl. Your stomach flipping and flopping.
You enter a room of your own, hangers lining the walls and a few hung on a rolling rack by the low podium before the mirrors.
“We chose a few pieces to your specifications,” the consultant explains, “if you wanna have a look, we can get you in one.”
“Go on,” Lee nudges you and sits on the bench.
You inch forward, letting the consultant take the lead. You keep your hands to yourself and eye the dress with the little flounce at the hem. She notices and unhooks it.
“This one first, follow me,” she waves you along with a gentle smile.
She hangs it inside a changing room and lets you know you can ask for help. You enter as she closes the door and you undress slowly. You step into the dress but can't reach the buttons.
The consultant enters as you reticent call. Her name is Grace, you read it on her name tag. She turns you to face the mirror as she helps button the back.
“Just you and your fiance?” She wonders.
“Mhmm,” you nod.
“That's alright,” she assures, “it's about the dress, right?”
You shrug as she gets the top button done. She looks at the mirror as you try to avoid your reflection.
“You look gorgeous, hon, why don't we go show him?”
You let her take you out, watching your feet as you walk the hallway back to the large room. You hear Lee suck in air as Grace takes you to the podium. You step up and she arranges the skirt around your legs.
“Wow,” is all Lee can say, “looking like the girl of my dreams, darlin'”
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Pretty Petals Masterlist
Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.
Status: In Progress
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boxofbonesfic · 1 year
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Title: Blender
Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader
Summary: Lee has a rather creative solution for his new pet’s disobedience. 
Warnings: Noncon, Kidnapping, Implied Obsessive Behavior, Human Trafficking, Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!
A/N: so remember when I asked you all who was on the other side of the blindfold? well, here’s the result. 😈 please mind the warnings and tags, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​
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You’re blindfolded. You’ve been that way for hours, harsh ropes biting into the bruised flesh around your wrists. Your saliva soaks into the rag in your mouth, thick enough to hold your jaw open uncomfortably. The sound of a door opening makes you snap to attention, and though you can’t see through the ratty cloth over your eyes, the light from the hallway filters through the fabric, blinding you further.
 Heavy footsteps creak across the old floor, and you hear the creak of leather soles as their owner stops in front of you. 
 “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls, and you flinch as he grabs your chin, tilting your head this way and that. “I think thirty is a fine price.” Rough fingers tug at the knotted cloth at the back of your skull, and you whine, wincing at the sudden brightness. The speaker is no more than a hazy figure hidden by floating spots as your eyes adjust to the buzzing florescent lighting flooding in from the hallway. “Pretty eyes, too, don’t you think?” He says over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to make you cry.”
 He’s tall, and a little stocky. Older, but not unattractive, with short dark hair and slate blue eyes. The mid-country drawl is as unfamiliar as your surroundings, but you know better than to ask who he is, where you are—your face still smarts from the last question you asked. The man licks his plump lips as he stares at you, his grin lewd, like he can see the shape of your body through the oversized button up someone had thrown at you to wear. 
 Behind him, the blond man in the hallway snorts. “Pretty? A pretty big handful, if you ask me.” He steps into the room, smoothing his fingers over his thick mustache. “Just so we’re clear, you know I’m not finished with her, right? She’s not trained.” 
 “Yeah, Hansen, I got you.” He draws his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I wanted you to break her, I would’ve waited six months.” He leans forward to pull the gag out of your mouth. You shudder, listening to them speak about you like an animal. Not even an animal—a thing. His eyes focus on yours. “You feel like gettin’ out of here, honey?”
 Out there is better than in here—in here with the other man, with Hansen. You’re not soon likely to forget the way he’s treated you. The days have been uncountable, but it wasn’t that long ago that you were living a different life. One where you weren’t forced to silently endure your captor’s fingers slipping where they shouldn’t during every humiliating sponge-bath. Slowly, you nod. 
 “Good.” He looks over his shoulder impatiently. “Key, Lloyd.” 
 “Money firs, Lee.” 
 Lee scowls. He stands, unzipping the front of his thick leather jacket. There’s a bullet proof vest underneath it. He reaches into an inner pocket, and produces a bound stack of bills. Lee turns, and tosses it to Lloyd who catches it easily. 
 “Count it. S’all there.” Lloyd squints at Lee, and then the money. 
 “I’m going to take it on good faith this time—mainly because I’ve got somewhere to be.” More like someone else to sell. You’ve heard the crying through the walls—the screaming too. You know you’re not the only one Lloyd’s dragged in off the street for this. He grins saucily, and it makes your stomach turn. “You two kids have fun.” Lloyd rummages around in his pockets, and then makes a triumphant noise low in his throat as he produces a single key on a flimsy looking ring from his pockets. He flings it at Lee, who catches it with a snort. 
 Lloyd turns sharply on his heel and disappears beyond the doorway while Lee squats back down with a grunt, and reaches for the chain around your ankle. He tugs you up to your feet, and you feel your cheeks warm as his eyes rove down over your thighs. The ratty plaid button up on your shoulders is the only item of clothing you own now.
 He looks you over, clucking his tongue with a distinctly pleased air. “Lloyd always does do good work, I hafta say.” You shy away as he reaches for the collar of your shirt, and he frowns. “None of that, now. We’re gettin’ to know one another properly.” He draws his thumb over the swollen bruise still marring your right cheek. Lee inspects you, walking in a full circle around you, still holding the bit of rope wound tightly around your wrists.
 When it seems he’s satisfied, he hums, wrapping the rope around his hand a few times for security. You’ve walked these hallways many times, but the sight of them is still new to you as you stumble behind Lee. The house is large but also largely empty, and you wonder where the other girls are, if they have people coming for them too. 
 Outside, the sun is almost blindingly bright, and you realize it’s been weeks since you’ve seen it—maybe months. Gravel crunches under the soles of Lee’s shoes as he leads you towards the parked police cruiser in the under-maintained driveway. All at once, you dig your heels in, pulling backward on the rope and catching him by surprise. He grunts as the rope slips through his fingers, hanging in the air between the two of you for a moment before you yank back on it again. You ignore the pain of the loose stones biting into your bare feet as you turn, looking for a way out. The long, tree lined drive is too open, but if you can make it into the dense undergrowth—
 You run. 
 Your step is unsteady, your thighs already burning from disuse. Lee is cursing behind you, and you can hear the thunderous sound of his footfall closing in—
 The breath goes out of you as he slams into you, and you finally cry out in pain as he forces you to the ground. Your cheek presses painfully into the gravel as Lee pants above you. He lets out a raspy laugh. 
 “You are a little fuckin’ handful, aren’t ya, Honey?” He fists a hand in your hair, forcing your face harder into the dirt. “I wanna treat ya like a lady, Sugar, but you’re gonna hafta earn it.” He gets up off of you, pulling you up with him. You yelp at the pain as he pulls you back toward the cruiser. He yanks open the back door and tosses you in like a rag doll. 
 “N-no, I-I don’t—” Words of protest form on your lips and die as Lee wrestles you underneath him. You’re smaller than he is, underfed and exhausted too, it doesn’t take much for him to best you. He shushes your shrill complaints with that low, disgustingly patient drawl. 
 “See Honey, this is why I didn’t want Lloyd goin’ to work on ya,” he grunts as he forces himself between your thighs. The door behind your head is locked, but you pull frantically at the handle anyway. Lee chuckles dryly, wrapping the rope still tied around your wrists about the headrest, forcing your arms above your head. You gasp as he cups your bare cunt.
 “Don’t need him to get you to behave.” Your stomach rolls as he spreads your lips apart, circling your clit with the pad of his finger. “Got my own way of makin’ sure you get the picture.” You squirm, trying to buck him off of you, but it’s like trying to lift the car for all the good it does you. Lee clucks his tongue at you. 
 “We coulda’ waited and done this in a bed, but this is a lesson you need ta learn, Honey.” You buck, trying to work him off of you, and Lee grunts, frowning. “Come on, now. Bein’ difficult ain’t gonna help nothin’.” He circles your hopefully swelling clit with shocking gentleness. “Lloyd told me all about you, Honey,” he draws out the words while he strokes you. “And you were so lonely, baby. Parents didn’t give a fuck about you, did they?” His voice is both piteous and taunting. 
 It was true that your family kept at a distance, unsatisfied with your choice to pursue an education rather than a husband. Lee raises his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean of you. 
 “Sweet.” He presses his face into your cunt, suckling your clit as his fingers prod at your entrance. You wail, thighs tightening uselessly around his head as he whips you up into a frenzy. You don’t want to claim the firestorm of heady pleasure building up in your belly, but you don’t have a choice as it claims you. Lee hums with pleasure as you convulse, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes as you stare blindly up at the roof of the squad car. 
 “Ooh, that was good, wasn’t it?” He licks at you again, and you squeal, your oversensitive cunt throbbing. “I think you can gimme another one, can’t you Honey?” 
 “N-no, no—” You huff through your teeth, whining as he pulls another orgasm from your struggling frame. Your toes curl as white hot pleasure unfurls in your belly. You lay there, panting and sweaty, watching as Lee leans up out of the car, standing up to his full height. Your lower lip trembles as he undoes his belt, fingers making quick work of the buttons and zipper. 
 “N-not here, p-please,” you plead, fresh tears bubbling up over your eyelids and streaming freely down your cheeks and chin. 
 “Aht, aht, Honey. You stop them crocodile tears, now.” He admonishes you as he pulls the thick, veiny length of his cock from his pants. “Only makes me harder.” Lee palms his cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down the shaft with a groan. There’s a sticky bead of precum at the tip, and he smears it across the reddened head of his cock with the pad of his thumb. You try to scoot up and away from him across the back-seat as he ducks back into the car. You can’t get far, though, the door is locked on the other side, and your hands are still bound to the headrest above you. 
 Lee’s eyes are unfathomably dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of you, a low whistle of appreciation leaving his lips. Your breath catches uncomfortably in your chest as he slaps his cock against your clit wetly, and your body jerks from the sharpness of the sensation.
 “L-Lee,” you mumble his name, your lips salty with tears. “Please.” 
 “Look atcha, Honey,” he praises, ignoring your murmured plea as he begins to press inside. Lee hisses with pleasure as the head of his cock slips into your pussy with an audible, wet pop. “Manners are already gettin’ better.” You gurgle unintelligibly, eyes wide as he stretches you open. You want to focus on your rage, on your humiliation, your fear, but your body doesn’t let you, fresh slick leaking out to coat his invading length. Lee’s head lolls back, his eyes rolling shut as he sinks in slow, like he’s savoring every single inch. 
 As Lee finishes sheathing his cock into the throbbing, sticky mess of your cunt, you wonder dimly how there’s even space for all of it inside you. Your pussy sucks at him without your permission as he begins to pull out, a pathetic mewling noise leaking out of you at the sensation of his retreat. Dimly, you’re aware of the car rocking and squeaking beneath you as Lee lays into you. 
 It’s not supposed to feel good, Lee using your body like it belongs to him, like he owns it. Maybe he does, you think dizzily, pleasure eating away at the edges of your convictions. 
 “You gonna cum for me again?” His voice is like black honey in your ears. You shake your head desperately, whining as he fills you. Lee chuckles. “S’alright, Sweetheart,” he coos. “You can be a good girl n’ cum for Daddy.” You gurgle as he reaches down to pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them between calloused fingers. Gritting your teeth against the tide of pleasure, your thighs tighten around Lee’s hips as it comes crashing down over you. 
 It washes away every conscious thought as Lee drags you over the edge and into bliss, your nails digging into the headrest as you wail. Lee’s praising you, telling you how good you’ll be when he’s done with you, how sweet and perfect your cunt is—but you’re not hearing it, not really. Not over the rush of blood buzzing in your ears, or through the pleasurable fog that’s settled over your thoughts. 
 “Shit, Honey,” Lee pants, his thick fingers digging into your bare hip. “If I woulda known you’d feel this good on my cock, I’d have had Hansen get you sooner.” You don’t really have the bandwidth to consider his words before he’s driving into you full force, his cock spearing you open. He grits his teeth, baring them with a growl. 
 “M’gonna keep this pretty pussy nice and full,” he rasps as he ruts against you. His heavy thrusts punch the air from your lungs, and set your already dizzy head spinning further. “Want you drippin’ with me.”  You sob and mewl as you come apart on his cock, your walls milking at him until his hips still. Lee holds you tightly against him, and you can feel each deep pulse as he spills into you with a long, low groan. He stays like that for a while, his cock lodged inside of you as his cum begins to trickle out around his shaft.
 You know you’re a mess when he pulls away, licking his lips appreciatively. Lee tucks himself back into his pants with a sigh. You watch, your lip trembling as you try to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatens to fall. 
 The sound of applause makes you cringe, trying unsuccessfully to curl in on yourself as Lee chuckles, his gaze resting on someone behind the car, someone you can’t see. 
 “And here I thought she’d give you trouble,” Lloyd replies, ducking his head under the frame of the car’s back door. He grins at you lasciviously, and you squirm, trying to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your shirt. 
 “No trouble.” Lee answers, removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and draping it over your body. He shoots you a crooked grin that sends ice straight into your veins.  
“We got us an understandin’. Don’t we, Honey?” 
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Feels Like Sin
Summary: This isn't the life that you thought you would live, but Jax isn't going to let you go. You belong to him. ONLY him.
Pairings: Fae!Jax Teller X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, kidnapping, chasing, a form of drugging, dub con, dry humping, voyeurism, unprotected sex, mentions of overstimulation, spanking, creampie, humiliation, obsession, secrets and lies, self mutilation (Jax), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.2K
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You dig a small hole in the dank bag. You need air. Sunlight. And a way to process your fears of what was happening to you. Looking through the pathetic hole to see yourself moving in the wrong direction. Faeries of the Spring Court never ventured here.
Branches turn into gnarly thorns, and you squeak in fear. Kicking your leg on the back of the ogre that stuffed you in here. “Easy does it, you pipsqueak. The king will love you.”
“No!” You start to blubber. Where was your king? Steve would protect you. Or would he? Even he didn’t come into the Dark Court. He only saw the king when there was a meeting of sorts. So you were told. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Suck my cock then,” his laugh bellows out before he drops you and the bag on the forest floor. You peek your head out, gasping for fresh air, but it is too damp. Fog hangs over in the forest, making it impossible to see five feet in front of you.
“Well go on, tiny,” his chubby little hands start to reach into his pants, and you slam your hands over your eyes, shaking your head no. “What’s wrong? You telling me you never had the shiny king’s cock in your little holes?”
“No, Steve never asks us to do that. Steve is kind, he isn’t like you!”
“Oh, bullshit. You are the most frivolous of the courts. All you do is fuck,” of all the lies in Collingswood, you had never done anything of the sort.
“That’s summer,” you sniffle, still refusing to look at him. You could feel his warm breath too close to you, and you try to shuffle away from him, but his sweaty hand holds tightly to your foot. “Steve doesn’t…he wouldn’t,” his finger tries to push your hand off your eyes, but you keep them covered. “No! I don’t want to look at your disgusting penis!”
“You’d rather be eaten by the Dark King instead of sucking my cock? I can find another flower faerie. You are the prettiest ones in the glen. So delicate,” he flicks his fingers over your hair, and you want to sink into the earth.
“You smell so nice. Have the prettiest smiles. Won’t you show me your smile, tiny?”
“I have nothing to smile about. You’re going to shove your disgusting penis into me, and I don’t want it,” tears flow out your eyes and you try to remember your warm spot beside the creek. A perfect spot to dance in the wind while your king smiled at you. He wasn’t like the rest of them. Steve was good. He loved and adored his court.
“Your king isn’t as precious as you want him to be.”
“He’s not kidnapping faeries from other courts to be fed on, is he?”
“He just makes his queen watch as he fucks his flower faeries.”
“No he doesn’t,” you scream, yanking your arms off your eyes. The oaf of a fae was sitting down in front of you. Invading your personal space, but fully clothed. You hate him for the lies that he spews about your court, and your king, “Steve would never.”
“You know nothing about your king. All faeries run off sex.”
“Steve runs of pure kindness,” his laugh bellows through the glade, but then he surprises you, leaning forward to touch the petals of your dress with an odd tenderness. Making you confused with the quick change, “Stop that!”
“We don’t get flowers here, pipsqueak.”
“All these thorns, and no roses?” He shakes his head no. His eyes flick up towards you before quickly looking away. “What’s your name?”
“Lee. Now get in the bag. Jax is hungry.”
“Oh, god, he’s going to eat me.”
“Most women would love to be eaten by Jax and his magic tongue. But he doesn’t eat flesh. He eats emotions. Seeing how his latest meal was stolen from him, I need you to be afraid. Suck my cock or get back in the bag,” you thought you were making some progress with the troll, but no. He is still threatening you. “Go on, little bit. I got a big cock just for you.”
“Oh my god!” Your scream echoes through the thorns, and Lee smiles when a shift in the wind happens.
“Run,” he whispers, and you don’t hesitate to jump up, sprinting as far away from him as possible. Too caught up in your tears to realize you are running deeper into the maze of thorns. And he laughs. Cleaning up his bag before making his way to his post. Chuckling at how stupid flower faeries were without their king. Predictable in their simpleness.
Jax licks his lips, already savoring your fear. His ringed fingers burn with anticipation. You wouldn’t be scarred or tattooed, but being scared was the next best thing. Your panting breaths pulses in his veins, and his eyes dart in the direction you were running. Right to him.
He was a drug, and he knew it. They all feared him, and yet always ran right to him. He hoped you’d only be as delectable as Andy’s human. You couldn’t be. She was damaged. She was supposed to be for Jax. He could feel it. Could still taste it.
He fakes a pout when he hears you cry out in pain. Flower fae were too stupid to wear shoes in his realm. But then again, they were never asked. They were forced. Remained here once their sunshine was drained. Ashamed to go back to their king that would hold them, and share his light.
But they were forever corrupt. Filled with Jax’s darkness, and willing to do everything for their king. Would serve him in ways that would be thought of as sinful. But it was just pleasure. Flower fae were not meant to stay in darkness. They needed their king and sunshine to bloom.
You gasp as you see his shadow stand up. Seemingly so much larger than Steve. Your comfort and safe space. He was terrifying. “Don’t run. You need your foot looked at. Some of those thorns are poisonous,” you gulp, finally pulling out the giant thorn in your foot, and Jax takes a deep inhale at the scent that permeates the air.
“You do suck on people’s blood,” you whine. Having to sit on the floor of the forest, and hold your foot. It hurt worse pulling it out.
“It’s all lies they tell about me, sweetheart. Can I?” Jax squats down in front of you, reaching for your foot. What other choice did you have than to extend it to him. He looks at the hole from whence the thorn was before licking his thumb and pressing it to your foot.
Instant relief. That is until you see smoke billowing off you, and the pain. Scurrying out of his grasp, you look at the scorched upper part of your foot, “What did you do?” He holds up his hands, and you notice the rings on his fingers had created a scarred effect on his skin.
Indented in on him and singed on every finger, “Iron,” he answers softly. “Makes me stronger. Makes the legends of me more fearful. Helps me feel my own pain when all I can usually feel is others. Imagine pain being something you feed off. You forget your own self and what it actually feels like. This helps me remember me. And now it no longer works. But my ugly hands remind people of what a psycho I truly can be.”
“So you do want to eat me?”
“Not you, you tiny little thing. Your emotions. The dark ones that Steve won’t allow you to have. What type of flower are you?” You grunt at him. You are getting tired of everyone talking bad about your king. Steve wasn’t anything like they were saying. He just wasn’t. He was good.
“Aw, did I offend you? What silly name did Lee call you? I was going to call you by your flower, but I’ll take what he said.”
“Tiny and pipsqueak,” every word is short and enunciated. You hate him. Both of them. You want to go home and back into the sunlight. Have Steve pull you up into his lap where he holds onto you, letting you absorb his warmth.
“Keep hating me, Tiny. Your petals are pretty,” you are a pretty little thing. Smaller than the others were. Adorable. Your fear was matched just as equally as your loyalty to your court. There was a bite to you. “What kind of petals are they?”
“Rose,” you stub up, refusing to look at him. He was a monster. You heard all the stories. Steve warned you about Jax, and why you shouldn’t trust him.
“Do you prefer that name?”
“I’d prefer to go home.”
“In time, Tiny. I am hungry,” you put on a brave face, but your lip trembles. Delicious. You are almost as intoxicating as Andy’s human. His human. She belonged with Jax. Andy hated humans. Jax treasured them.
“I think you and I could help each other. One quick taste, and then, I have a job for you.”
“Will I get to go back home?”
“Depends on how good you do. Now crawl over into my lap, let me get a little taste. It won’t hurt. In fact, it’s almost orgasmic,” you furrow your brow as you look at him. “Oh, you haven’t sat on Steve’s lap, huh? Had him stuff you full with cock?” You had sat on his lap, but not to do something as disgusting as that. Steve was warmth. He was change and growth.
You shake your head as you start to crawl towards Jax. Perfection. “It’s the best drug you’ve ever had,” he whispers, reaching over to grab you up, and putting you on his lap. You wince at the feeling of his rings touching your exposed skin.
His nose tickles up your neck as he inhales your scent. Flattening out his tongue he licks up the column of your neck before you feel a prick on your sensitive skin, and then dreams. Like there are clouds floating around your body. High and in a world of your own. Whimpering at the feel.
Lee peeks at you and Jax. Selfishly wishing it was his lap that you were grinding on. Your eyes are so blown wide with pleasure you didn’t even know what you were doing. Jax did. He moans right along with you. He bet you tasted like heaven. If there was one.
Your petals rise up and show off your glimmering skin. You had marks etched on you. No wonder you smelled like that. He knew it when he threw the bag over your body. You are special. Beautiful. Perfect. Immaculate. Different than the other flower fae he had captured.
“Ahh,” Jax moans, pulling off your body. Letting you ride out your high as you rode his stomach. “You need a taste, Lee?” Lee could be jealous, but Jax was generous. Waiting until Lee sits down before he shuffles your body on him. Biting on his lip as you grind down on him.
“She’s a pretty little thing, huh?” Lee nods his head as his breathing picks up. You are perfect. “She’s tasty. Wonder what the honey between her thighs tastes like? Maybe one day I’ll get to indulge. I have something bigger planned for her. I need humans. I need their ink,” Lee’s hand nervously tries to keep your thigh covered. Jax shouldn’t know about it.
“She’s adorable. While the veil is still open, I want her to entice broken humans to me.”
“But, sire?”
“You can accompany her, just don’t be seen. You might scare them. Enjoy your ride, and put her in my bed when she passes out from her pleasure. Poor thing never felt an orgasm before. Too bad she won’t remember it. But she will crave me,” his dark laugh bellows out before retreating into the thorns. Jax was always up to something. Lee could only tolerate it.
But for now, he was going to rub his hands up and down your thighs. Let you ride out your high for as long as you need. Beautiful. Perfection. Sinful. You’ll fit right in. Letting yourself go into darkness as your petals shift over your skin. Getting sight of your perfect tits as your nipples start to poke out.
Cupping both your breasts, his thumb rubs over the hardened buds, and you moan. Overcome with this new feeling. His finger and thumb close over each nipple, and he squeezes. Adding more pressure when you start to whimper. You like it. Love it. The darkness is already spreading through you. Spring shouldn’t enjoy even a little bit of pain. They were innocent and vanilla.
He wants you tied to his bed begging for him. But for now he’s going to enjoy the vision of your tits bouncing in his face and wanting more. More pain. More Lee. More darkness. He’ll give it to you. He’ll give you everything that Jax refuses.
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“You get back here!” Lee growls as you run through the forest of thorns. Knowing where to duck and jump at just the right time. His goal was to keep you away from the king, and he’s succeeded most of the time.
“Argh!” He screams out when he loses sight of you. “You’re not going to like what you see!” His voice yells up into the sky. Shaking his head, he starts to sludge towards Jax’s palace. You’d brought him a human, and your deepest desire is to see what he did with the humans. Lee’s job was to keep you away from those creatures as Jax fed. He failed. He would pay. He is not looking forward to Jax’s wrath.
Slinking through the hallways, you listen to Jax’s deep groans. The screams of the human makes your skin crawl the closer you get. He has to be torturing her. Eventually murder her. Your morbid curiosity gets the best of you as you skip a few of the tiles, knowing that they would alert Jax to your whereabouts.
His door is opened a bit, and you have to peer through it. Watching his scarred back where his wings used to be. The skin is raised and still raw. Rippling with every thrust of his hips. The human woman’s hands start to claw into his skin, but he slams her hands above her head, growling something in her ear.
You can’t look away. You’d never seen your new king in such a vulnerable state. Completely nude with the woman. Unable to tell if she’s in pain or if those were cries of pleasure. Leaning into the door, it creaks and Jax turns his head. His minty green eyes locking in on you. His mouth sets into a frown, before he smirks.
Moving off the woman he turns her to look at you. Placing her on her knees before his hips slam into her backside. She is blind and doesn’t even see you, but his cold eyes stare at nothing else but you. Gnarling his teeth as he slaps her rounded ass, and you go to turn. “Don’t you dare!” He growls.
“You wanted to see. Watch it,” he chuckles as you start to step backwards, but your back hits Lee’s chest instead.
“I told you that you wouldn’t like it,” his breath is warm on your neck as he whispers right into your ear. “She’s enjoying it.”
“Why is she screaming then?” You can’t look away. It is horrible the way he is angrily jabbing himself into her.
“Pleasure. Some people get off on pain,” Jax’s hand wraps around her hair, and he forces her to look up at you. Make you see the recoil in her breasts. Her eyes are dead. “He overstimulates them before he ever enters them. This is what we call fucking. She’s so blinded by the over indulgence of pleasure she doesn’t even know where she is. Won’t remember coming beyond the veil.”
“He looks like an animal. He does this to all my humans?”
Lee’s hand slides over your stomach, pressing you tight against him, “Your humans?”
“I brought them to him. I bring them to slaughter.”
“They won’t remember much. He devours their sadness, their pain, and then he pleasures them with pain. They need him just as much as he needs them,” he moans on your neck. Unable to contain himself. You had started to roll your body with Jax’s movements. It isn’t as harsh as his stabbing, but it was just what Lee needs. Letting your tight little ass circle on his swollen crotch.
“They’ll be a new human tomorrow. Just flashes of a memory of this moment,” Lee sees Jax’s eyes flick to your thigh, and he stares horrified at your bare leg. Your petals had rode up, and the veining of your mark could be seen. Quickly he tries to pull it back down, but Jax knows what he saw. Lee has been lying to him.
Slapping at her ass again, Jax’s motions begin to jerk before he stops all together. “You want to clean me off?” He grins, pulling out of her, and he turns her behind to you. “You see how gaping I made her? Go on, darling, push it out.”
“Jax!” Lee shouts from behind you as you spin around, and hug yourself to his chest. “Enough!” Jax lets the woman’s body fall to the bed and he stalks over to Lee poking him hard on the shoulder.
“You’re too damn soft on her.”
“And you are bonded to her, and still want to embarrass her.”
“You were supposed to be watching her. She wanted to see. Wanted to see what my cock is used for, and now she has. You did that bitch a favor, Pipsqueak. She was in the depths of despair when you brought her to me, and now she has a high better than any fucking drug. She’ll go back with the humans as new woman. She won’t be sticking a needle in her vein, or having sex for money. She’ll have aspirations. You did a good thing,” his voice starts to calm, and the anger no longer right at the edge, “Pip? C’mere, darling.”
“No,” you mumble against Lee’s chest, “You’re naked, and smell of her.”
“Darling, I just want to hold you. It’s what you really need.”
“I said no!” You dare to look over at him, and his brows furrow. “I don't need you!”
“The hell you don’t! You’ll always need me, Pip. And you!” His gnarly finger points at Lee, “You have failed me, yet again. You have one job, keep the Pipsqueak away from my sessions. And you’re a fucking liar.”
“I’ve not lied to you,” he only wasn’t honest. He knew Jax would become obsessed with the mark on your leg. It was hardly noticeable. Nothing to get excited over.
“Withholding information is a lie, and punishable by death!”
“No!” Screaming, you turn around holding your arms out in front of Lee, “Don’t you touch him! I will tell Andy!”
“Don’t you dare scream your idle threats at me. He gets punished.”
“No,” you no longer scream, and Jax tilts his head down to look at you. “Punish me instead. He didn’t do anything. I did this. I came to find you because I needed to know why I couldn’t watch. Lee didn’t do anything. Jax, please, he’s my only friend.”
Jax’s hand goes to your chin, and he lifts you up to fully look at him. You grit your teeth as his iron rings burn your skin. You had learned well, and the urge he has to praise you gets pushed down. Now wasn’t the time, “I can’t hurt you, Pip.”
“And I can’t let you hurt him. Punish me. Do what you want.”
“No,” Lee pulls you tighter to him, but you shake your head looking at Jax. Your new king. And you wouldn’t allow him to hurt your friend.
“Please, use me instead of Lee,” Jax loved it when you asked nicely. Something inside of him stirs every time that your soft voice pleads for him to do something for you.
“Show me your leg,” Lee told you never to let Jax see your thigh, but what choice did you have now. You slide a petal over to the side, and Jax gawks at the vine that was fairly small. He sinks to his knees, and presses his nose against your thigh, sniffing up the length of the vine before his tongue flattens on your skin, and you push him away from you.
“Your punishment is to be in my bed every night. And you…I’m not finished with you, you miserable excuse of a man.”
“He is no man,” you remind Jax. “And neither are you.”
“Get this cleaned up, Lee.”
“I won’t sleep in the bed where you’ve had other women. I don’t want them on my skin,” Jax lets out a low growl, but his eyes move to the raw skin on your jawline. You took the pain. You were becoming part of his court, and still not growing weaker like the other flower fae. But, they would have already been bouncing on his cock. So you did deserve different quarters.
“Fine. Care to join me for a bath, Pip?”
“No.”
“Suit yourself. Lee, get used to useless work, you coward.”
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“Pip, come here, darling,” you look across the room into the bed where Jax sits, shaking your head. “You get your tiny little ass in here, I feel we need to talk.”
“You won’t hurt me?”
“Do you remember our bargain?” You shrug your shoulders, walking a bit more into the room. Faerie bargains can be a bit difficult, and you aren’t sure about your own with the king of sly words. “I can’t take from you as long as you bring me my humans. Have I ever taken from you, Pipsqueak?” Shaking your head no, Jax lifts his hand up to you, wanting you to take it on your own.
“I haven’t. We have both kept our end of the bargain.”
“But…I’m taking Lee’s punishment.”
He pulls you in between his thighs. His fingers no longer clad with iron rings, and his hands rub softly up and down your legs. Gone is the pain you always feel when he touches you. No longer a scent of burning flesh. A permanent indentation from his self caused pain of wearing iron. His thumb toys on the line of your mark, and you push him away. “Don’t fight me, Pip, you will lose.”
“Are you going to make me?”
“Make you what? Take my cock? No, darling. I have no desire to squeeze myself in your tiny little body. Why do you want to take on Lee’s punishment? He failed his job, and he was hiding your little secret from me.”
“It’s not a secret,” Jax raises his eyebrows as he stares down at you. “It’s not!”
“Where did you get them? You let someone mark your body, and didn’t tell me. You know how I love the taste of ink. Where did you get it?” His finger goes back to the edge of your mark, and as long as he doesn’t drift up him higher, you’ll allow this space.
“I was born with it.”
“That’s impossible. Only…Pip, who is your father?” You shrug your shoulders because you truly didn’t know who your father was. But you aren’t lying about the vines. “Let me taste it.”
“No,” his stomach rumbles with frustration. You always denied him at first. “That’s why I bring you humans. Lee said you shouldn’t know unless you asked. You never asked,” his hands on your thigh, roam up to your hips, settling on your waist before he lifts you up, and forces you on his lap. Straddling him, and your mark pokes out from beneath your dressing gown. It was getting darker. Bigger. More vibrant than before. The color was just as dark as his own.
“Do I scare you?”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“I can’t take from you. You can give to me though. There’s the difference, my tiny little Pipsqueak. You should know to make your intentions clear when making a bargain. I could make you scream and beg for me to take from you just to stop the pain. You’d do well in remembering that. Touch me. Go on, touch me. Run your dainty little hands up my chest. We’re bound together, darling, I own you. I can do whatever I want to with you, as long as I don’t take from you. Not even your life, but there are things much worse than death. Touch me!” He screams right at your face.
Your hands slide up his decorated chest. Using your fingers to trace the outlines of his own tattoos. Smiling when he starts to shudder, and then you slide down his back. Rubbing the pads of your fingers over his marred skin where his wings used to bed. “Enough!”
He pushes you onto the floor, and buries his face into his hands, “No one ever touches me there.”
“Why?”
“My cruel brother had them ripped off my back. Laughed as I crawled away from him. People want to act like I’m the monster, why don’t you ask Andy how many humans he has killed. I have never once killed a human. I leave them more human than they were before. I was made to be the villain, and stuffed into this desolate forest of thorns, but I make due with what I have. Stronger than he ever could be because I allow the pain to happen. Pain makes us more…human,” peering up into his minty green eyes, you lean your head to the side.
Jax didn’t fear, but he longed to be human. Wanted to feel the way a human did. “Humans love.”
“I have no love to give, Pip. It’s why I feed off their emotions; it's something real. Not this too long of a life that we are forced to live,” Jax was the second oldest faerie in the glen. Only his brother was older than him, and you wondered just how old he was. What he has seen in his life. What he has felt. Once upon a time Jax and Andy cohabited together.
“What do you do with them…”
“Would you want to feel it?” His grin turns devilish as his foot pushes your thighs apart. Staring at your core, “You’re curious,” heat radiates from you, and onto his foot. You were more than just curious. You are quaking with the need to feel it.
“It will hurt. You promised not to hurt me.”
“My word is as useless as dirt. But I assure you it’ll only hurt for a moment.”
“And then you throw me away just like your precious humans?” He runs his foot up through your center. Letting his warmth linger over your mound, and you tremble. You had never felt something quite like that before. Although it was familiar.
“I’d never throw you away, Pip. That’s a promise.”
“Your word is as useless as dirt.”
“This doesn’t feel good? Doesn’t it make you want and need my touch? Shake your head no at me, I can feel your pulse in between your legs. Just sit in my lap, and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”
“I have stipulations,” gulping, you look up at him. You did want to know what it felt like, but there is something you desire more. “I will, but I don’t want you inside me, and I want to know why Andy did that to you.”
“Not tonight, but I will tell you. In time. If you allow me to see all of you,” standing up, you knock off the shoulders of your dressing gown. Letting the thin material slide off your curves, and onto the floor. Bringing your arms up to cover your chest, but he shakes his head no, “I said all of you.”
Dropping your hands to the side, he lifts up his finger, twirling it around, asking you to do the same. Taking one step at a time, you turn around. Baring everything to him. Feeling his eyes trail up and down your body, you shudder. He was looking at you like his next meal, “My beautiful tiny Pipsqueak,” his? Your breathing speeds up as you turn back around to look at him.
“Now, let’s put you to bed, crawl back on my lap. I’ll give you the smallest taste of my sin,” your feet feel like lead as you put one in front of the other. Crawling onto his lap, and his thumb goes back to your vine. Sliding up and down it, while also dipping lower to your core. “I should have asked you to spread your legs. Maybe I could have seen where this leads to.”
“Is it me, my body, or the vines that I have no control over that you desire most?” Giving a bit of a smirk, Jax watches as the vines deepen, ridges sprout along it with every grind you do over his body. Your brain might not remember, but your body did. Craved him, and the friction.
“They’re changing,” he hums, finally looking up at you. “Does this mean your darkness is blooming? Or are you going to deny me again?” You sit silently, apart from your heavy breathing. Gripping onto his shoulders, you bare down even harder. Letting your body give into the temptation and pleasure as you pinch your eyes closed. Going outside of your mind for a moment.
Jax’s eyes flick over to the door, holding those blue eyes as he bends closer to your bouncing tits. Giving a smile before his mouth circles around your pebbled peak, and you mewl. Moving harder. Faster. Giving to him what he has wanted, while he watches the man conflicted.
Lee goes from glaring at Jax to watching your beautiful body writhe over him. The tent in his pants is painful, straining against his clothes. That should be him. You offered yourself up for Lee’s punishment, and yet, here he is still being punished. Always. Jax knew the hold that you had over Lee, and he tortured him with it.
“Let me enter inside of you, Pip!” He begs, moving his mouth to your other tit.
“Tell me about Andy,” his sucks turn into a bite, and you laugh. Leaning back, you rest your hands on his knees, letting him view your tattoo even closer. “Then look at what you will never have.”
He doesn’t even care about the tattoo, just your puffy cunt that was on his stomach. He growls out your name as you move to get up. “You have no power over me, Jax. We’re bonded, but you don’t own me. Lash at me, spank me, do whatever you need to in order to pay for Lee’s punishment. We’re done for the night.”
“I said in my bed!”
I was in your bed, and now I’m leaving to get some sleep. You can have all of me if you tell me about Andy,” Lee’s eyes flash bright blue before he steps back in the shadows. You didn’t need him right now. You were doing just fine on your own. “Let me take your pain.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Then suffer alone,” you whisper, grabbing up your gown before walking back to your own bed. Glutton for punishment. Jax would never get over it, and with that came his suffering. His downfall. His own living hell.
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sosa2imagines · 24 days
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Town of Trouble.
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----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Chasing, forced touching, following, manipulation, somewhat dubcon/kidnapping, threats, angst ,fluff and slight mention of cannibalism. -----------------------------------------------------
You were beautiful and that was enough for him, to set his eyes on you.
You arrived in the town Knockemstiff along with your fiancé, to visit your aunt. This town is well known for the good, bad and the devil. But something about this town, was calming, yet terrifying.
You were tired from the long journey but the small town was a pleasant change from the busy city. You make your way to your aunt’s house, and she greets you warmly upon your arrival.
“Where’s the handsome owner of this ring?” Your aunt asks you, pointing to the expensive ring resting on your finger. “He was going to come, but got stuck with a work call, he has promised to come along with me later.”
“I’m happy for you kiddo, you found the best man in the world for yourself.” Your aunt smiles warmly, her approval meant a lot to you. After your parents died, she was the one to raise you. Before she moved in this town.
Your aunt didn’t allow you to visit this town, unless you were not coming alone. But you understood her concerns. This town was known as 'Town of Trouble'. The reverend who abused underage girls, only to get murdered by one of the victim’s brother. Serves him right in your eyes. The corrupt law and order of the town was another sad part. The drugs and other abuses going on, was another topic to discuss.
But now that you had a man, who would burn the world down for you, your aunt had nothing to worry about, you visiting Knockemstiff.
As you were leaving your aunt’s house to go back to the motel, on the way, the sheriff stopped you.
Lee Bodecker, the corrupt sheriff of Knockemstiff.
"Hey, beautiful," the sheriff leered at you.
You turned around and felt a shiver run down your spine as the sheriff's eyes raked over your body. "What are you doing all alone in this town?" he asked, slowly approaching you.
Lee had seen you on your way to your aunt’s place. He was instantly charmed by your beauty. He was waiting for you.
"I'm just visiting my aunt," you said nervously, trying to keep your cool.
"Are you sure that's all? I know boys come through here looking for girls like you. I’m Lee Bodecker, darlin." the sheriff leered again, getting closer to you. "N..nice to meet you Lee, but I should go," you said firmly, backing away from him.
"Oh, don't be so shy," Lee said, stalking towards you like a predator. "Just come with me," he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him. You struggled to free yourself from his grip, but he was too strong.
"No, let me go!" you screamed. Lee laughed, his breath hot against your face as he pulled you closer. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he murmured in your ear, sliding his hand up your leg.
"No! Stop it!" you cried, struggling desperately to free yourself from his grasp. Lee chuckled, enjoying your distress. "Just relax, beautiful," he said in a syrupy voice as he ran his hand up your thigh.
As much as Lee was enjoying at the moment, he could see some locals from his vision nearby, he couldn’t afford getting caught, harassing you. He had a reputation to maintain and an election to win.
He drags you into the car ignoring your protests, then locks the doors and starts driving away.
"Where are you taking me?" you ask, struggling to stay calm despite being terrified. "Just relax, beautiful," the sheriff says, his eyes staring at the road ahead.
He drives away from the town, taking a dark route through a forest. As he drives, his hand begins to slide up your leg again, making you quiver with fear. Lee slowly drives through the dark forest, taking a winding route that leads to a secluded, isolated location. Lee's hand slowly slides up your leg again, but this time he moves it even higher, making you feel even more uncomfortable and scared.
Lee suddenly pulls over and stops the car, making you jerk in your seat. "Here we are," he says, looking at you with a predatory look on his face. You look around, realizing that you are in a thick forest, far from the town.
"Get out of the car," Lee says, a sinister look in his eyes. You hesitate, knowing that getting out of the car would be a dangerous situation. "I said get out," he says, his voice growing rougher with each word.
His anger scares you, but you have no other choice. You slowly open the car door and get out, trying not to show any fear or resistance.
"Good girl," the sheriff says, leaning against the car as he watches you. Lee slowly walks towards you, licking his lips.
"I am engaged, and my fiancé is a dangerous man," you say in a warning tone. Lee's expression darkens, and his eyes flicker with malice.
" I don't care about your fiancé, do you think that little punk can protect you?" Lee asks, his tone mocking and dismissive. "I'm the sheriff of this town, I can do whatever I want with you," Lee growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you roughly towards him. He presses himself against you, and you feel a wave of fear as his hands slide down your shoulders and grip your hips.
"Please, let me go," you beg him, feeling terrified. But Lee is not easily intimidated.
"I'm not going to let you go," he says, his tone becoming more menacing. "I want you to stay with me for a while, just keep quiet and I'll treat you nicely."
You feel powerless and afraid. Lee is strong and powerful, and you have no way to escape. You can't fight him off, and your threats have no effect on him. All you can do is beg and hope for mercy.
"Please let me go," you plead with Lee, your voice growing more desperate.
"What's the point of fighting it?" he says, his grip on you tightening. "Just come with me, it's better if you don't struggle."
Feeling helpless and desperate, you suddenly realize that you have no choice but to do what Lee says. You struggle to keep calm, but your heart is racing, and your body is trembling with fear.
Meanwhile….
Bucky is searching for you, worried and concerned. Bucky your dangerous to the world, but extremely sweet to you fiancé. He hasn't been able to reach you on your phone, and he has no idea where you may have gone. He is getting more and more anxious as time goes on. It’s been more than two hours since, you left your aunt’s house.
“Sam, track her phone!” “I’m trying Buck, the signal is weak in this damn town.”
Bucky was getting sick worried, if only he had gone with you. But he can’t change that, it is what you had thought him. Learn from the past and improve.
“Bucky, found her. Her phone is tracking location to the forest outside town.” “Shit, send me the location.”
Present Time….
Bucky races through the woods, his heart pounding, as he gets closer and closer to the location that Sam gave him. Bucky arrives at the location that Sam had given him, and he sees the sheriff's car parked in a clearing. He immediately fears the worst and races towards the car as there was no reason for you to be in a sheriff’s car. He checks the car and find’s Lee’s driver’s license. He squares his jaw, determined to protect you at all costs.
Bucky arrives just in time to witness Lee trying to take you away. He sees that you are already terrified and afraid, and he gets filled with rage at the thought of the sheriff trying to hurt you.
"Let her go," Bucky says in a fierce tone, stepping forward to protect you. Lee looks at him, with no sign of fear or respect.
“Bucky!” you cry, finding some relief seeing him.
"Shut up!” Lee tightens his grip on your arm, making you cry in pain. “Why should I?" Lee says, his voice dripping with disdain. "She's mine now."
Bucky's blood boils at Lee's arrogant response. Bucky's anger bursts forth, and he takes a step forward.
"Back off, boy," Lee says, his tone full of contempt and arrogance. Bucky's determination to rescue you only grows stronger as he takes another step forward, moving closer to Lee and you.
"I'm the sheriff of this town, I can do whatever I want with her," Lee says, his grip tightening on you. Bucky's anger reaches its limit as he takes another step forward despite Lee's threats. His hands clenched into fists. He's not going to let anything happen to you.
"I'm the law here, back off," Lee says again, but his tone is more aggressive and threatening. Bucky doesn't listen, "Leave her alone," Bucky says through gritted teeth, as the sheriff's grip on you becomes tighter.
"You have no idea how dangerous I am," the sheriff says in a threatening voice. "Just keep quiet if you don't want to get hurt," he adds, glaring at him with menace.
"I don't care how dangerous you think you are," with that Bucky's fist collides with Lee's jaw, making him loose balance and letting go of you.
"You little punk," Lee growls, rubbing his sore jaw. You feel relieved as you realize that you are no longer in Lee's grasp. But things aren't over yet. Bucky is quick to take you in his arms, checking for any injuries.
"You think you can just punch me and get away with it?" Lee asks, getting up and facing Bucky, who is staring back at him with a fiery look in his eyes.
"Yes, but this is just the beginning," Bucky says, his eyes filled with fury as his fists get ready for action again. Lee's face darkens, and he clenches his fists ready to attack, but he is no match for Bucky’s skills.
Lee gets beaten up pretty badly by Bucky, who punches him in the face repeatedly, throwing punches after punches. Lee's face is bloodied, his nose is broken and his left eye is swollen. He's completely at a loss as to how to defend himself against such a fierce and relentless man.
Before leaving, Bucky stares at Lee with a menacing look. "If you ever come near her again, it won't be just a punch in the face that you get" he says, his voice cold and fierce. Lee nods in understanding, his face still battered and bruised. “Hmm..maybe I’ll have my cousin Steve pay you a visit, he’ll sure love to relish you.” Lee in his battered and bruised condition, looks at Bucky in confusion.
Relief washes over you, seeing the nightmare is over. You hug Bucky tightly, who let's you cry in his arms letting you take as much time as you want.
Bucky takes you by the hand and leads you away from the forest, back to the car and back to the motel. “Doll, the bathtub is ready, why don’t you go in and I’ll join you in few minutes?”
You smile at the thought of a warm bath after your traumatic experience. “Bucky, thank you, if you didn’t…” Bucky, does not let you complete the sentence, he himself does not want to think what could have happened, if he was late. “No thinking about that, now go in” He says in a stern yet playful voice, swatting your ass.
Once he is sure, you are inside, he calls Steve “I want you to come to Knockemstiff.” “I don’t know, from what I have seen from the picture you sent, he is a lot…you know what I mean?” “He dared to touch my Y/n!” “Y/n? Why didn’t you say so? Of course, I’m coming…maybe I’ll even share him with rest of the jerks over there.”
“See you soon Kemp.”
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bucknastysbabe · 9 months
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WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN WESTERN Sheriff Lee Bodecker WOOF WOOF BARK BARK ARF BARK GRRRR WOOF
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK GRRRRRR HERE YOU GO NONNIE I HOPE YOU ENJOY OUR SHERIFF
AU Bingo - Western - Lee Bodecker
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Surprise moment, non-con play, breeding kink, dirty talk, restraints, outlaw!reader, pnv!sex, PUSSY EATING LIKE A CHAMP, slight overstim, Lee is Possessive, confessions of love
A/N: I don’t beta we die like Lee in the woods😀
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Well the gig was up. Maybe. Probably so.
You’d likely be hanging in the morning in front of an excited crowd of idiotic townspeople. Some bounty hunter by the name of Arwin dropped you right off into Knockemstiff’s sheriffs building. Here you sat in a minuscule jail cell, some crazy frothing at the mouth next to you and this freak catcalling from the right.
You were doing your own thing trying to get money for your gang when the bounty hunter surprised you in a damn trap. A trap? What were you, some sort of rookie? Peering out the tiny window you frowned. The gang was probably not going to get your ass. Left here to rot.
Clanging on the metal bars jerked your attention forward. A man with dark hair and rather intense blue eyes smirked at you. He tipped his hat, sheriff’s badge gleaming on his chest. You hissed, “What’chu want? Ya’ gonna hang me regardless. I know what I did.”
He cocked his head and hummed, “Nah. I don’t think you did sweetheart. Think we need to do some interrogatin’ down in the pit here.”
Your heart began to race. Something in his eyes told you this wasn’t a normal ‘interrogation’. The sheriff stalked forward, big body looming over your own, thick fingers coming to grip your chin. Chains rattled as your hands shook in your lap. He grinned, “Awe, lookit’chu, scared lil’ bunny now huh?”
You grimaced, cheeks flushing as you looked away.
“C’mon then,” he huffed, jerking you by your bonds. The sheriff practically hauled you with one arm, walking in that slow strut of his. You spat, “Fuck you, they’ll come get me and shoot your ass!”
“Sure they will, sweetheart.”
“Stop calling me that!,” you barked as the man shoved you down the stairs, you stumbling and spurs clacking irritatingly. It was dark down in the ‘pit’. A table, a chair, and an ominous amount of weapons and torture devices. The sheriff crooned, “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna mess your pretty face up with none a’ that.”
Your cheeks darkened further in embarrassment. A big hand shoved you down in the chair, hooking your manacled wrists above your head with a clink. He drew closer, getting a good look, you could see his last name on the Badge. Bodecker.
“You can just call me Lee if ya’ like, little outlaw,” he pinched your thigh, “Or bunny. That’s whatcha’ are without that gang or yer’ guns.” You glared at him and spat, “Oh fuck off you pudgy sonnuva’ bitch! I oughta.”
You didn’t get to finish the sentence as two fingers slipped in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue roughly, drool leaking out. His handsome face split into a grin, cooing, “You oughta what bun? Kill me? Cuz’ it looks like I gotcha’ to myself.”
Whimpering helplessly and jerking in the bonds had him cooing again, snaking his other hand up your strong thigh. Lee sighed, “I thought you were jus’ the prettiest thing on all those bounty posters, wonderin’ how such a sweet face could be so, so bad?”
All you could do was drool around his fingers, lashes growing wet from tears. You willed away the growing slick between your thighs. This was wrong, so wrong. But you wanted the brunette to coo and stroke you more, down deep. Didn’t get much more than a rough fuck on the run.
He grinned with pretty teeth, grunting as he got down on his knees. Easing his fingers out of your now swollen lips the sheriff sucked on them, slurping with a low moan. Your cheeks burned with heat, pussy throbbing in time with your rising heartbeat.
“If you’re good ta’ me, maybe I’ll let you off,” digits curled around your gunbelt, “Or maybe I’ll just keep ya’ locked up in my place.” You shook your head, wanting to growl but whimpered, “Please…no.”
The gunbelt was discarded and he began to unbutton your pants, peeling them down your thighs, roughened from all the time on horseback. You looked up and away, lips trembling as Lee lowly whistled, “Gorgeous little bunny, not so scary without those big guns huh?”
Big hands spread your thighs apart. You could feel his breath traveling up to your weeping cunt, pressing a couple of kisses along the way. With a strangled grunt you barked, “Q-quit playin’ around!” Bodecker slapped your inner thigh roughly, blue eyes blazing as he glared up at you, full cheeks puffy as he frowned.
Biting down on your lip the sheriff hoisted legs over broad shoulders and lapped a stripe up your pussy. Your wrists clacked in the restraints, mouth falling open with a moan. Bodecker squeezed and massaged your thighs as he licked and ate at you hungrily, moaning.
“Christ!,” you hollered, belly tightened.
The brunette moved to suckle and pointedly lick at your swollen pearl, making you squirm and shy away from the intense pleasure. You had nowhere to go— simply stuck whining and dripping for this horrid man. Bodecker shoved the same thick fingers from earlier into your pussy, stretching and curling maddeningly.
Arching your back you met his pleased expression, lips wet and red. Lee sucked on his teeth and laughed, “Bunny just lovin’ this huh? Yeah, I think m’gonna keep you to myself. Taste too sweet.” He dove back onto your clit before you could rack your muddled brain for an insult.
Involuntarily your thighs clamped tighter onto him as the man curled his wicked fingers faster into that soft spot, tongue flicking and flicking and flicking. Tears streamed down your cheeks now, head tossed back as you painfully arched. In a pitiful whine you said, “Oh, oh fuck Lee, don’t stop, m’so close!” He hummed around you, eyes rolling up as you gushed on his fingers and chin.
You thrashed and cried out, chains jingling at a fever pitch. All you could do was cry and howl his name as the pleasure ran through hot veins.
Eventually the pressure died down and you blinked slowly, legs still curled around his shoulders. Lee pressed a little kiss to your knee, smirking. He asked, “You okay? That was a different little game than we usually play.” You easily picked the lock to the manacles, hands coming to rest on Lee’s cute cheeks.
“Mhm, more than okay, that was fun.”
His blues eyed you grumpily, the man murmuring, “I don’t like playing the big bad guy with you, already do that in real life.” You slid your thighs off the crooked sheriff’s shoulders and into his lap, arms coming around him. Kissing him gently you shrugged, “S’fun to pretend, but we ain’t gotta do it anymore.”
Lee frowned, hands now at your waist. He rumbled, “When’s the rest of your crew rollin’ into town? Y’know I can’t stand Leroy.” Rolling your still slick cunt over your man’s cock had his breath hitching. You breathed, “Mmm, probably round sunset. We got all day with eachother.” You nipped at his ear with a small smile.
“Good,” he stated with a new intensity, “Y’gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy in this mudhole or back in my place?”
He was right, the bed was a much more viable option. Even if it was about to break as you rode him hard into the mattress. Lee gasped your name, meeting your bounces weakly. His cute tummy was soft underneath your groping hands.
The bed creaked in time with your fever pitch fucking, riding Lee’s thick cock with helpless moans and cries. He rambled, “Ah, bun, fuuuck, missed ya’.” Leaning down to kiss his eager lips you grinded down on that sweet spot again, whining against his lips, “M-missed you too baby!”
“You should stay with me all the time, ain’t gotta ride around like that, we can handle business round here,” he panted, groaning between words.
Your hips stilled a little as he purred, “C’mon bun, wouldn’t it be nice, I’ll put a ring on it and a babe in your belly.” The words sent a hot streak up your spine, another shrill whine from your lips. Lee grinned and flipped you into the bed, bigger and softer frame pressing you firmly down.
He fucked into you at a brutal pace, mouth lapping at your bouncing tits. The brunette grunted, “Know ya’ want it, being a mama, handling business and a babe. So damn perfect bun. Gonna let me fill you up this time?”
You wanted it. Wanted it real bad. Riding round all the time was tiring, and Lee was real good to you. Too good for how you ran around on him. Pulling him flush you mewled, “Please, do it, fuckin’ breed me! I love you!”
He mouthed wetly against your sensitive neck, belly and hips slapping roughly against your own. Lee growled, “Y’sure? You wanna’ be knocked up? Y’aint going nowhere, I’ll drag yer’ pretty ass up to the chapel with my cum drippin’ between your legs.” You wailed and clung tighter to him, begging for it like a two nickel whore.
“I love you too bunny,” the brunette groaned as he shoved his cock deep up inside you, flooding your cunt with his seed. The feeling sent you reeling, coming apart sniveling and sobbing, fluttering around him with each contraction of ecstasy. Oh…you really loved this.
Lee kissed your slobbery lips, promising darkly, “Relax now sugar, c’mon, I ain’t letting you out the bed until I’m sure it’s taken. The gang can wait n’the saloon.”
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Put on a Show
Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader, surprise guest Summary: Nick doesn't like to share, but he'll let you put on a show. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, slight dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Third day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Nick Fowler and a surprise guest of @rookthorne's choosing! Inspired by this ask here and as a thank you for the beautiful banner (and being awesome in general). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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One thing Nick prided himself on was how well he could read you. Part of his job was to pick up on subtle cues and tells from the people around him. It was only natural that he would use his skills to figure out your likes and dislikes when the two of you started dating. If he didn’t know what you enjoyed, how was he supposed to take care of you?
When it came to what you wanted in the bedroom, he sometimes enjoyed outright asking.
Like tonight.
“Need me to fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”
As fun as it was to whisper dirty words in your ear, he preferred looking into your eyes when he asked what you wanted him to do to you. Watching your dilated pupils peek through your lashes as you pressed your thighs together let him know how badly you wanted him. Which is why he wouldn’t settle for you giving him a single nod.
No, he needed to hear it.
“Use your words. You need me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” you whispered.
“With my tongue or cock?”
Your breath caught in your throat, the same way it did earlier in the day when he wore your favorite leather jacket. He owned a couple and considered buying more since he knew how much they turned you on. You liked how he looked in his suits and sweaters, too, but something about the leather excited you. He paid special attention to anything that got a reaction out of you.
“Nick,” you whispered when he nudged your thighs apart with his hand.
“Don’t ‘Nick’ me,” he said, biting back a groan when his fingers found his prize, getting them nice and wet. "Hardly touch you and you're drenched. You know exactly who you belong to, don't you?"
Your back bowed when he shoved two fingers in without warning, but your hips moved to take them in deeper. He didn't care if you ruined the couch. He wanted you to be a writhing mess by the time he finished with you.
“There you go. You can take it,” he smirked, grabbing your chin with his other hand when you tried to turn your head away. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
"C'mon, Fowler. Lemme see her."
Nick huffed as he spared Lee a glance. The sheriff smirked back as he palmed himself through his slacks. The man helped him out of a bind when he was still a rookie agent and they ended up forming a partnership of sorts. He was a man who didn't mind getting his hands dirty. He respected that.
"You're seeing plenty, Bodecker," Nick said as he pumped his fingers.
"But she wanted this," Lee said, unbuckling his belt.
"I know she did. I set this up, remember?"
The observant man Nick was, he quickly picked up on the attraction between you and Lee when you met. The sheriff put on the Southern charm for you and you smiled almost bashfully under his gaze. It didn't upset him the way he thought it would, but he did slip his leather jacket over your shoulders to remind his friend who you belonged to. He was never good at sharing.
But knew deep down his partner wouldn't make a move on his girl and you wouldn't leave him for another man.
It didn't stop him from asking you about it later when you were riding him.
"That's it, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock," he smirked, gripping your hips to stop you. "Unless you'd rather be riding the sheriff."
"What?!" you gasped as he tightened his hold on you.
"You like him. Tell me why."
He was still hard inside you when you hesitantly admitted that you thought the sheriff was good looking. You explained that you admired Lee's confidence and respected his position of power. You enjoyed seeing him in his uniform, especially when he put his leather jacket on.
You really did like that look.
But the most attractive feature to you was that Lee reminded you of Nick. The sheriff was a bit heavier than Nick was and didn't have the same scruff he did, but he agreed that they bore a resemblance to each other. They were also men who lived their lives in the gray.
It made sense why you liked him.
"He wants you," he told you.
You squirmed in his lap and shook your head. "Doesn't matter. You said you'd never share me."
"Do you want me to share you?" he asked, watching you carefully.
The few times he caught you lying, you pursed your lips before you spoke. It was your tell. He never pointed it out to you.
It gave him a sense of control.
"No, I don't," you answered, framing his face. "I'm yours and I'm happy with that."
You didn't purse your lips.
"Then why is your cunt clamping down on my cock?"
"Because I want him to watch," you said without hesitation, beginning to ride him again when his grip loosened enough. "Wouldn't you like that? Showing him I'm yours?"
The way his cock throbbed inside you, he loved the idea. It was a bit of a power move. A way to show Lee you were his and make you happy at the same time.
He made the call the moment you passed out.
Lee's only stipulation was that he got to drink Nick's best scotch while he watched.
"I wanna see more," Lee smirked, bringing Nick back to be present. "You didn't answer his question, darlin'. Almost like you wanna be punished."
"He's right, sweetheart," he said as his lips ghosted over yours. “Tell me how you need me to fuck you or I won’t fuck you at all."
"No, please," you whined.
“I’ll cuff you and make you watch as I stroke my cock. I won’t touch you even if you beg," he threatened, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to make you whimper. "I’ll finish on your weeping pussy and smack it for denying me an answer to a simple question.”
"Not exactly the show I want, but I'd love to see her in my cuffs," Lee said, taking himself out of his pants. "Tick tock, darlin'. Time's a wastin'."
"Cock," you moaned, clenching around Nick's fingers. "Want your cock, please."
"That's my girl. Desperate for my cock," he whispered, taking his fingers out to open your legs more. He'd give you what you needed, like always. "You wanted to look at her. So look."
Lee's teeth tugged over his lip as he stared at your glistening cunt, pumping himself at a slow pace. "Shit, darlin'. Pretty pussy's desperate to be stuffed fulla cock, ain't it?"
"My cock is the only one she'll get," Nick reminded him, that possessive streak starting to show as he released himself.
"Sure she can't give me a lil' kiss?"
"No kiss," he snarled, making the other man chuckle before he leaned back to give you room.
You blew Lee a kiss before you began to straddle Nick, your legs shaking as you faced away from him. It was overwhelming to be at the center of their attention. It was what you wanted.
You'd thank him later.
"Give him something to remember you, sweetheart," Nick ordered as you took in every inch of him.
"You heard him," Lee said, brushing his thumb along the tip of his cock. "Gimme a show."
That's exactly what you did.
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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3
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18+ content
summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents
contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3
word count: 6k
WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!
Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3
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“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”
Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.
You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.
The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change. 
So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment. 
“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor. 
“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?” 
You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.” 
Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.
You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.
Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”
You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”
“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.” 
He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.
“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue. 
“Are you going to tell my dad?” 
When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.
“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.
He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.
He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.
You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!
You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!
“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.
“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.
“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”
You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one. 
“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”
You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open. 
“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.” 
You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”
He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”
You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”
The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter. 
He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”
You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told. 
“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him. 
When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering. 
“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions. 
“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.” 
Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers. 
“I don’t like repeating myself.” 
He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. 
A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to. 
He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”
A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center. 
You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling —  you to do, but…you don’t know how to. 
You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin. 
“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace. 
One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out. 
You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.
Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?” 
You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.” 
You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs. 
“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”
Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face. 
Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal. 
You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat. 
“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”
You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”
You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest. 
“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm. 
“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”
His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air. 
You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble. 
“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy. 
His pretty pussy.
You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.
He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval. 
“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you. 
“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.” 
You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind. 
He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.
You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.
The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!” 
You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.” 
He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?” 
You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.” 
“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.
“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.
“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.
“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.
His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.
He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.
Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.
“What’s that, sweet girl?” 
The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?” 
A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”
You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…” 
A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.
“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.
Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.
The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent. 
Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.” 
Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit. 
“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”
You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”
He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.
“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.
Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”
A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”
You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt). 
Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?” 
You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger. 
“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?” 
You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.
A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”
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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚
🌚guardians of the moon masterlist🌚
summary - logan howlett (the easter bunny) gets turned into a real baby bunny by an enemy, and her name is morticia addams (pitch black)
warning - swearing, dirty thoughts.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine, the gang is back!!
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“Turn me back, ya evil witch!” Logan screams in a high-pitched voice, throwing his fists toward the tall, mysterious black haired woman. His tiny bunny body hops up and down, moving closer to her until your hands swoop down and grab him, picking him up from the ground and holding him close to you. “Hey! Hey! Let me go! I can take her!” You scratch between his ears, causing his little legs to kick and his eyes to roll back. “S–stop, this is some witchcraft!” 
You giggle, shaking your head before looking up at the woman, giving her an innocent smile. “Hi! I’m Y/n or Mrs Claus! Who are you?” You ask with wonder, confused and slightly jealous of how beautiful this woman is. 
Morticia’s back straightens, and her eyes look you up and down before she gives you a slight smile. “Morticia, my dear. But many know me as Pitch Black.” You nod, subconsciously drooling at the slight of her red lips. “I see you know this… Pest?” 
“Hey! I’m no pest, you evil bitch!” Logan’s legs begin to kick again, fists waving in the air as he tries to punch. You cuddle him closer to you, placing a kiss on his head before looking back up at the woman and nodding to her question.
“Yes, this is Logan. He’s the Easter Bunny, but he, uh… He used to be bigger, I thought?” You look down at him, confused as to why he’s so tiny when not long ago he was large and splitting you open on his… Your legs squeeze together as you think back to that Easter, and you clear your throat, blinking the daze away from your eyes. “D–Did you do something?” 
Morticia nods, giving a soft smile. “Oh, yes. As I was saying, he’s a pest. I despise pests.” She waves his words off, no longer bothered to listen to his blabbering. “Why would someone as beautiful as you hang with this despicable creature?” Your cheeks heat up, choking on your saliva as the compliment slips from her lips so easily. 
Logan’s little eyes glared, his ears flopped, and his tiny fluffy white tail wiggled into your chest. You smile softly, continuing to scratch between his ears, unknowing of your husband and the elves entering the scene, standing to the sides. “Why, uh… Thank you, but he isn’t a despicable creature. He’s my friend, and I would really appreciate it if you turned him back.” You bat your eyelashes and pout, knowing that usually works on your men.
Morticia smirks. “Hmm, as cute as you are, my dear. I don’t think so. Goodbye.” She waves before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke, and Logan grumbles, hopping out of your arms and onto the ground.
“Great, fantastic. Now, I’m stuck like this.” Logan stands with his arms crossed, a grumpy look on his cute little face. You smile, cooing as you reach down and scratch his head, causing Logan’s eyes to roll back before he fights you off, swatting your hand away from him. “Okay! That’s enough!” 
Ari chuckles, looking down at his eldest friend. “Don’t worry, my friend. We will get you back to normal soon enough.” He walks over and wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss onto the side of your head, watching with you as the elves stalk toward the tiny bunny. 
“Pfft. Why are you so fat?” Lee grumbles, challenging the bunny. The elves eyes widen, and Logan looks at Lee with a glare. “What? Just asking a valid question.” 
Logan hops toward him, puffing out his chest to the smaller man. “Why are you so fat?” Gasps can be heard from the other elves, watching with wide eyes as they wait for a fight to break out.
Steve pouts. “Well… I think he’s adorable.” He gives a little smile to Logan. “Now that you are little, w–would you want to play with us? We got these cool mopeds…” Steve bats his eyelashes, pouting until Logan grunts and gives in.
“Okay, fine! I’ll play with you guys!” Logan turns to Ari and glares. “You better find a way to reverse this!” He stalks off with the little elves following him with excitement.
You look up at your husband with a smile. “You aren’t going to do that immediately, are you?” 
Ari squeezes your side, looking down at you with a soft smile. “Of course not. I’m going to wait it out for a bit. The elves deserve someone new to play with.” 
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shadeysprings · 1 year
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—Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Summary: You begin to regret leaving your home in the midst of your punishment.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, rough sex, angry Lee is angry. The fic is dark, proceed with caution.
A/N: Written for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentece Challenge. And what a treat it was to write Lee again, my favorite big boi.
Your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Enjoy! ❤️
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You should have stayed at home and continued knitting the socks for Marissa’s newborn. But you didn’t; instead, you took Shirley’s shift and went to the diner, which had you talking to Danny, one of your childhood friends, when he asked you about your ma while refilling his mug with coffee. 
That’s when Lee saw you, the diner going silent when he stepped inside, his leather jacket open wide for everyone to see the gun strapped to his belt. If you stayed home, then he wouldn’t have threatened Danny and beat him in front of everyone, wouldn’t have dragged you out of the diner, humiliating you as he shoved you into his cruiser. 
If you stayed at home, you would still have a job. 
If you stayed home, you wouldn’t be crying on Lee’s bed, naked, used, and bruised, with his stomach heavy against your lower back and his hands clawing on you desperately, hungrily, your body moving along with the rocking of the bed while he fucks you mercilessly. 
“Talkin’ to that boy and showin’ everyone you a fuckin’ slut? Humiliatin’ me in front of the whole town?!” He growls, his chest pressing down on your back, pining you to the mattress while his fingers curl around your neck, choking when he tightens his grip. 
“N-no—” You whimper but the words come out garbled, your core burning brightly as his cock slams deeper into you, again and again, your pussy walls fluttering around him. “I’m sorry—”
“Sorry don’t fix nothin', sweetheart—” He snarls, his hot breath scalding your skin when he presses his face against yours. 
You gasp in relief when he pulls his hand away from your throat, lifting himself from your back. But the reprieve is only short-lived when he wraps his fingers on the back of your neck, pushing you down roughly against the bed, a silent scream leaving your lips when a sharp slap lands on your ass. 
"Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to," He groans and your body shakes in dread, knowing fully well that Lee is a man of his word. “You’d like that, don’t ya?”
You hear him laugh darkly from behind you and you can’t stop thinking that this is all your fault. Regret washes over you like a big wave, and the small voice inside your head quivers as it whispers, “You should’ve stayed at home.”
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