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#sheriff lee bodecker drabble
nickfowlerrr · 1 year
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For the valentine's day prompts, could I request Lee + 13 from this list?
it’s you and me
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pairing: lee bodecker x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut. pet names. lee and reader are married. uhm not really much else lol.
words: 1950
notes: thank you so much for sending this in!! 🥰 it’s two months late lol but here it is! 🩷
thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. i hope you guys enjoy this little drabble. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated!
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You’d waited all morning for Lee to leave for the station. As much as you loved the days he’d dilly dally to spend extra time with you before he had to head into work, today you were a ball of anxiety - though you tried your best to keep your composure in front of Lee.
He had actually woken up early to serve you breakfast in bed, much to your surprise. The twinkle of affection in his eyes as he looked at you kept you from putting up any kind of protest as he pushed you back in bed, the sloppily formed pancakes tasting better than they looked as he fed them to you, his proud smile at your compliments was a charming sight.
Though his thoughtful gesture was appreciated, it was still throwing a wrench into your plans. You had to be at the antique shop by nine to get the watch you’d had an eye on since you saw it last week. It would be the perfect gift for Lee, you just knew he’d love it.
The owner of the shop was a stingy old man named Arthur. You’d had a couple of conversations with him over the few times you’d been in the shop.
You had asked if he would keep the watch for you until today when you’d be able to buy it, but he refused. “It sells when it sells,” he had said.
But you knew you couldn’t buy it before today, Lee would see the purchase on the bank statement and ask questions. You were an awful liar and there would be no way he wouldn’t find out what the purchase was before you could surprise him with it.
You were planning on getting to the shop right when it opened to get the watch, hoping against all odds that it would still be there so you could give him something nice for Valentine’s Day.
Breakfast in bed was sweet and though you were worried both of you would be late for where you had to be later, you didn’t stop him when Lee cleared off the bed and crawled under the covers with you once again.
His soft lips trailing along your skin lovingly had you completely forgetting what you were just fretting over. You let your fingers slide through his hair as he made his way down your body, his big hands squeezing your fleshy hips after he ghosted them down your curves. He pulled your underwear off with ease and you slipped your night slip over your head in a flash, completely exposing yourself to him as you sat up on the bed. You knew his intentions were dead set on you, but you couldn’t let him get started. Once Lee’s lips were between your legs, there was no stopping him, not until he was completely satisfied. You weren’t complaining, but you didn’t have the time for it this morning.
Instead you leaned forward, hooking a finger in his boxers as you pulled him toward you.
His lips brushed against yours teasingly before he really kissed you. You let your hand slip under his shirt, running your palm along his soft stomach and up to his broad, solid chest before he got the message and took it off for you.
Your hands found his shoulders as you pulled him down on top of you, wrapping a leg around him as you kissed him hotly.
“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself against your bare pussy. You were already wet for him, could feel your slick growing with his every move. “Boxers off, Bodecker,” you mumbled against his lips. “Need you,” you whined when he didn’t comply right away. “Need to feel you, please, baby.”
His lips were by your ear as he rolled his hips into you tauntingly, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke, “Love it when you beg for me, sugar.” He rolled against you again, another whine leaving your lips. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he coaxed.
“Want you. Want you to fill me up, need you inside me, Lee, please,” you begged pathetically.
Lee had one hand on your hip and the other on your breast, squeezing your tit in his hand as he growled before quickly ridding himself of his boxers. You could feel his thick cock bobbing against you when he’d freed himself and you moaned at the feeling. You spread your legs further as he lined himself up with your slick hole.
Slowly, he pushed into you. Even with just the tip, he had you clenching around him as he cursed under his breath.
“So fuckin’ tight, darlin’, fuckin’ heaven,” he praised, his words falling into a moan as he seated himself deeper inside you.
Lee let his head drop to your chest as he slid further inside of you, deep groans rumbling in his chest and falling off his lips as you took him in. He took one of your pert nipples in his mouth, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from you as he swirled his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping, loving how sensitive you always were before he took your other breast in his mouth, paying the same attention to both.
When Lee reached his limit inside of you, your knees nearly against your chest as your legs were on his shoulders, he began rocking into you languidly. The double stimulation on your clit and your sweet spot he triggered with each movement was incredible and had your toes curling as you whined and moaned beneath him.
His weight pressing into you as he fucked you was delightful, and the feeling of being stuffed full of his cock was all you could focus on as you were brought closer and closer to the edge.
Lee was panting as he thrust in and out of you, your breasts bouncing with his every move. You could tell he was close as he grabbed onto you tighter, his hips slamming against you harder as he lost his rhythm. You cried out for him when his thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves with perfect pressure until he had you coming around him. A flurry of moans and cries intermingled with his name fell from your lips as you rode out your high around his cock.
Not long after you came, Lee’s breath hitched before he let himself go with a throaty groan, thick ropes of his come filling you up as he emptied himself inside your tight walls.
His heavy breathing and praises of you filled the air as you both laid there trying to catch your breath. Lee buried his head in your chest as you played with his hair, his thick arms wrapping around you as he held you close.
“Mhm,” you hummed contentedly with your eyes closed as you relaxed further, his presence coaxing you into a peaceful respite. “That was nice,” you laughed. “Not how I was expecting to start the day, but you always are full of surprises aren’t you Mr. Bodecker.”
You could feel Lee’s smile against your skin before he lifted himself off you, kissing your cheek sweetly.
“Always, Mrs. Bodecker,” he grinned at your still relatively new title, “And that’s just the start of it, darlin’. There’s a lot more of that comin’ to you later today,”
“The sex or the surprises?” you questioned playfully. Lee leaned in for another kiss, this one softly on your lips as you kissed him back in kind.
“Both,” he smirked against your lips before he got off the bed to start getting ready for the day.
As he disappeared into the bathroom, you suddenly thought about the time. You turned to check the alarm clock, still not set to go off for another ten minutes. You took a breath, telling yourself to calm down. You’d have more than enough time, and though you’d planned on walking to the shop once Lee left, you figured you could ask him to drop you off at the grocery store on his way to work and then just walk the rest of the way to the shop - that alone would save you on time.
You wouldn’t be so worried if you hadn’t seen the way Mrs. Marshall eyed the watch as you were leaving the shop the other day..
The sound of the shower starting caught your attention before Lee poked his head out of the bathroom door.
“You joinin’ me or what?” he asked, causing you to smile as you climbed out of bed and made your way over to him.
You wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your body to his, looking up to him as he stood tall before you. “You gonna wash me off, Sheriff?” you asked headily.
You gasped as Lee smacked your ass playfully before he responded, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, darlin’.”
He effortlessly picked you up and you instinctively wrapped yourself around him as he walked you into the shower, clinging to him like your life depended on it until he finally let you down under the warm water.
Still, even with your feet safely on the ground once again, you found yourself glued to your husband, not wanting to let him go as the water beat down on the both of you. You could feel the mess between your thighs but you didn’t want this moment to end so soon. You let your hands dance up and down his back as he held you.
You stayed like that for a long while, enjoying each other’s presence until the peaceful lull was broken by your alarm going off.
“Damn,” you cursed under your breath as you pulled yourself off of him finally and turned to grab his shampoo, “you’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry,” you told him.
His hands found your arms, running up and down soothingly as he pulled you back against him, his arms wrapping around your middle as his hands fell to your plush tummy, his head dropping to your shoulders where he left soft kisses on your damp skin. “I’m in no rush, sweetpea. ‘ fact, I was thinkin’ about just calling off for the day,”
“Lee,” you said almost disbelieving.
“What? I can’t recall the last time I took a day off for myself since I became Sheriff. One day without me won’t kill ‘em. Besides,” he said, turning you around to face him, “it’s our first valentine’s bein’ married. I wanna spend it with you, Mrs. Bodecker.”
“Yeah?” you asked demurely as you stared up into his brilliant blue eyes shining down at you.
“Yeah,” he assured you with a boyish smile on his lips as his wandering hands explored your body, squeezing your ass as you pressed yourself against him once again, hiding your face against his chest as you laughed softly, smiling in contentment. “That’s really all I need,” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, “some time with just you.”
His words relaxed you as you took them in. You’d make sure to still go out later today to get him something, but if the watch was gone by then, it just wasn’t meant to be. You wouldn’t stress on time, though. Not when you were lucky enough to spend all day with Lee now, no work to call him or you away from one another like it so typically did. You’d enjoy the day with him, and worry about all the extra stuff later on. As long as you had each other, today would be perfect.
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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years
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To Love and To Hold
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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader
Synopsis: Sheriff Lee Bodecker has a perfect life and you are his perfect wife. With his eyes on higher political aspirations, he won't let anything stand in his way. And neither will you.
Word Count: 2,161
Warnings: canon violence, hinted at sexual assault, murder, sexual themes, a little bit of cock warming at the end
A/N: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now. It's a one-shot fic and the first time I've written for Lee Bodecker. It's also an entry for @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms ongoing Make It Badass Challenge. We all know I love a strong female reader. Hope you guys love it too. Thank you so much to @iwantutobehapppier for looking it over and the confidence boost and all the fellow Hodeckers for the inspiration along the way.
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The night was dragging by. Sitting in his cruiser outside the bar, Lee watched with a sharpened gaze as a group of boys sauntered out the front door. Hooting and hollering as they stumbled into the cool June air, the trio shit-faced as they stumbled towards the waiting car.
With his window cracked he could faintly hear the sound of a woman's voice, the driver, greeting one of the three. “Hey baby,” the man replied leaning heavily on the roof. “Thanks for coming to pick us up. Bodecker’s been sitting cross the street all damn ni-”
Lee tisked as the rest of his commentary was cut off, shifting in his cruiser. Mouthy little shit. As if he wanted to be here, sitting outside in a cold June rain waiting to pop a DUI. Maybe get a little puke on his shoes? As if this was his dream night.
Soon enough he’d be wearing that monkey suit, waving at constituents; maybe holding a couple of babies and making some promises he couldn’t keep. At least he could have you by his side for that. He’d set his sights small, make a run for state representative. Get a taste of real politics and see if it stuck.
As a matter of fact, he was damn sure his little dream would have never gotten off the ground if it hadn’t been for you. You, his darling and doting wife. You’d become a shining star in the community, running his campaign, talking to all the right people, steering him with all the mastery of a Capitan steering a ship.
The only reason he was up in the poles was because of you.
Sighing he rubbed a hand over his face, the day's stubble scraping over his fingers. He’d have to shave before tomorrow's planned speech and meet and greet. Though he was pretty sure you’d love the stubble the moment he walked in the door after his shift tonight.
Sometimes it felt just like yesterday when he’d first met you. Fresh-faced out of the academy and wearing the uniform felt good, the fit had been right back then. Of course, that was before he’d gotten a taste for the pies at Flo’s and before you’d simultaneously stole his soul and cut him to ribbons with that silver tongue of yours.
Sure people gave him a hard time for mooning over a woman who wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But that’s why he loved you even more. You knew he could be more and believed in him more than anyone.
Fuck, Lee loved you more than anything.
The radio in his car crackled to life, “Base, calling Car Twelve-Twenty-three.”
Picking up the mic from the hold on the dash Lee held down the button, “Twelve-Twenty-three, go ahead.”
“Sheriff you’re wife called just now,” came the overly bored voice of his night dispatcher, Roz.
A grin pulled at Lee's lips as he pressed the button on the walkie again, “And what did the Missus have to say?”
The radio crackled again before Roz’s voice came back, “Said, “The pot roast is getting cold and that you better hurry home if you want any.”
Pot roast? It’s not Sunday. You don't cook…
Lee's blood ran cold, blue eyes widened as the private code between you set off warning bells in his head. With a trembling hand, he pressed down on the CB once more. “Looks like I should be heading home then,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice even. “Twelve-Twenty-three signing out.”
“Have a good night Sheriff,” Roz echoed over the radio.
Starting up his cruiser Lee tore out of the gravel driveway. Kicking up rocks as he joined the pavement, tires screeching as he sped towards home. The leather squeaked under his iron-fisted grip as he turned corners and passed houses in a blur. 
The cruiser came to a screeching halt a the end of the driveway, Lee's feet hit the pavement as the vehicle jerked into park. He drew his gun the moment he exited, pulling back the hammer on the pistol and ready. Taking the front porch steps two at a time his keen eye-catching the pitcher of lemonade and glass with your lipstick still on the rim in the darkness.
Something was wrong.
Entering the house Lee was careful. Putting enough pressure on the squeaky door hinge he’d not gotten around to fixing and dodging the floor creaks in the old home. Dipping through the dark living room and down the hall towards the bright kitchen. It was deathly quiet and his heart beat wildly against his ribs as he drew in a breath before ducking around the corner.
Pistol pointed at the man he vaguely recognized seated at your kitchen table.
Lee slowly realized the horror of what he’d walked into.
The man sat slumped in the chair at the dining table was Samuel Kent, a reporter for the downstate paper who he’d had the displeasure of meeting in person two days ago. His blue leisure suit was rumpled and now stained crimson as blood slowly oozed from the gaping gash on his neck. Dark eyes glazed over and horn-rimmed glasses askew on his face, blood dripped from his parted and gasping lips.
Holstering his weapon Lee’s shoes skirted the pool of blood forming off the pristine white lace table cloth as he looked at you. Still as a statue sitting across from the corpse.
Your crystal clear eyes staring, unblinking, at the man opposite. Clutched in your hand was the sandwich knife, the tip glimmering with blood as you sat frozen over the fine china tea set. “Kitten,” Lee tested, voice gentile but strained as he slowly approached you. “Kitty, what happened?”
You were still. Unblinking and unable to look away from the whey-faced man, “He was going to talk.” The harsh whisper fell from your lips as tears began to fill your crystal-clear eyes. “He was going to expose us. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let him muddy our name. Not now.”
“Kitty,” he asked again, his breath catching the moment your eyes flicked over to him with a coldness he recognized. “Tell me what happened.”
Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, your sorrow and shock-filled eyes drifting back to Kent before hardening again. Lee felt a stone sinking in his stomach with that look.
“He knew about the Williams boys,” the words whispered from your lips, so quiet in the silence of the kitchen Lee was unsure he’d even heard you. “Said he was going to expose you for covering up what happened to them. That it wasn’t a wild animal. That he had enough to prove that you covered it up when you were a deputy still. That there might have been others who disappeared around town. He was going to tell everyone.”
The Williams boys.
Lee should have known the spector of those three men would appear in your lives again. It had been like this then too. The blood. The carnage. He can still remember you standing holding the knife in your hand. Dress tore your lip fat and cut open with that sinister gleeful smile spreading on your perfect lips.
Perfect lips he’d fallen in love with.
Swallowing hard, Lee crouched beside you. His knees hit the linoleum floor before reaching up and swiping away the few tears that managed to fall. Inwardly cursing himself for not taking action sooner. Like the fool, he was he’d thought that there would be time to handle this. 
“I’m so sorry Kitten,” he comforted, before recalling the bristling conversation he’d had with the man two days ago.
Kent sat in his office, a smug grin on his face and a cocky tilt to his head. “I wonder how Mrs. Bodecker would react to that kind of news,” he smirked, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses further up his nose. “Knowing her husband is nothing more than a dirty cop and a dirty politician.”
That struck an immediate chord with him, “Stay the hell away from my wife!”
Spittle flew from Lee's mouth as he stood from his desk, the office nowhere near soundproof as his secretary looked up from her paperwork to the red-faced sheriff.
Samuel Kent still looked as cool and composed as ever, a sly smile forming on his lips as he dusted off his pants before standing. “Well, now that’s not quite the reaction I was expecting. You’ll be hearing from me again Sheriff.”
“I mean it Kent,” Lee warned, his expression menacing as the man left his office. “Stay away from my wife.”
Looking up into your glistening eyes, Lee tried his best to comfort you. “I warned him, Kitty. I really did.”
Swallowing hard his gaze drifted over to your hand still clutching the bloody knife, wrapping his fingers around yours before the knife clattered to the table. With a broken sob, you fell into his arms and cried, burying your face into his neck as he began soothing you with soft whispers.
His focus was solely on getting you out of this, he’d done it before. Comforted you after the Williams boys. After that drifter, Harold Britt came to town and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then the farmer Samuel Holster disappeared after pinching you in the diner one too many times and you’d come to him covered with blood and dirt. 
Lee had done this many times before. Sat on his knees before you, giving you the comfort you needed. Soothing your fragmented soul and frayed nerves with his own stained and blackened heart.
“Lee,” you whispered wetly against his ear after your crying had slowed. Your tongue licked over the shell, teeth catching the lobe as a groan caught in his throat. He could feel your hand slipping down over his tummy and cupping his already hard cock through his pants.
“Kitty,” he rumbled, stubble scraping against your cheek before your lips caught his in a sloppy and messy kiss.
Your tongue thrust into his mouth just as your body surged against his and Lee returned it in full force. Tasting your lipstick and the tang of the rose tea you only served to guests you hated, his hand slipped up to your cheek. Trying in vain to wrestle control back as your mouth plundered his. Tongue stroking, biting at his lips one second before pressing a sweet as sin kiss against him.
Breath fanning over his face you whimpered, “Help me. Please, Sheriff.”
“Yeah,” he agreed against your mouth with a grunt. “I’ll help you, Kitty.”
His dick was rock hard and the way you were grinding on his hips made his knees ache against the floor, but he didn’t care. His large warm hands slid up over your back as he laid you down onto the spotless kitchen floor, pushing away the chair you’d been sitting in with a squeak.
Shedding his jacket and loosening his tie, Lee's blue eyes looked down on you as your fingers began unsnapping the buttons on your dress. Exposing your breasts, nestled perfectly in the lace trim bra. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, ready to bury his face into your cleavage as his own hands started fumbling with the belt and zip on his slacks.
Freeing his cock the head leaked against the soft floral print of your dress before his hands slipped up your bare thighs. Fingers warm and caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before pulling them off along with your shoes, one hand gripped your calf, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle before you wrapped it around his waist.
Lee was absolutely gone for you.
The way you’d sigh as he gripped his fat cock in one hand, rubbing the head against your damp pussy before raising your hips for him. Eagar to take him, Lee licked his fingers briefly before pressing the spit-soaked digits against you earning a soft moan. Slipping and sliding against your entrance he drew a shuddering breath as he pressed forward at the same time.
A moan rattled out of your lungs as Lee covered your body with his own, one hand on your hip to hold you still as he loomed over you braced on his forearm. Kissing you deeply, tongue stroking against yours as your arms pulled him in. 
“No more Pepsi cups,” you whispered against his lips.
The sure baritone in your voice made Lee's dick jump inside of you. Looking down into your eyes you looked vulnerable, innocent, and naive when you were anything but. There was a reason that he’d helped you cover up the Williams boys and all the others. It was the same reason he’d help you cover up this one too.
“No more Pepsi cups,” he vowed, thrusting into you roughly on the kitchen floor as a deep moan spilled from your lips.
Lee loved you more than he did himself.
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche)
valentine's day masterlist - gingerbread house
summary - you and lee do some baking... well you bake, and he eats...
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 grumbles, making his way into the kitchen and up the small ladder leading to the counter’s top. Huffing as he finally reaches the top, rolling onto his back as his chubby little tummy moves up and down. “Why da hell haven’t we got an elevator yet.” He grunts, rolling to his front and getting onto his knees. “Stupid fucking ladder, always wanting me to do some sort of fucking exercise.” As Lee stands, he looks down at his little tummy and rubs it, pouting.
“Are you done, little baby?” He whips around, staring wide-eyed before scowling. He huffs, sauntering over with his hands on his hips. 
“How long ya been standing there?” Lee glares, trying to hold back the blush threatening to show on his cheeks. 
You raise a brow, “Long enough, now. Are you ready to bake the gingerbread men? That is what you wanted to do, right?” He nods, coming closer to where you and the ingredients are, licking his lips at the sight of the yummy stuff. “Okay, so we’ll start with the gingerbread men, and while they are baking, we’ll build the gingerbread house?” 
Lee’s stomach grumbles at the thought of all the delicious food. “Uh, huh.” He settles close to everything, beginning to help pour and stir the ingredients. Soft giggles escape him before he covers them with coughs as you tickle his chubby tummy. Once you and Lee have finished making the biscuits and placed them in the oven, you grab his tiny form and carry him over to the table where everything for the gingerbread house is set up. Lee’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops open at the sight of more yummy things. 
You place him gently onto the table before taking your seat. The kitchen is filled with laughter, concentrated faces and a giant mess on Lee’s face as he continues to eat his way through the decorating. “Lee, baby. Nothing will be left for the house if you keep eating it all.”
He looks at you and pouts, his whole body covered in white frosting as he continues to chew what’s left in his mouth. “But… It’s so good….” He rubs his tummy again, staring at you with sad eyes as you gently smile at him. A giant grin appears on his face as you slide a bowl of m&m’s over to him, his tiny self practically diving toward it as he grabs a handful, eating one while placing another on the house. 
You smile before continuing to decorate until the timer goes off. You stand and head over, opening the oven door and placing oven mitts on before carefully removing the tray. You smile at how well they’ve turned out and turn your head as you hear a little huff coming from the table, giggling as you see Lee standing on his tippy toes, trying to have a look as well. His little eyes are vast, and his mouth hangs open as he struggles. You begin to walk over to the table with the tray, carefully placing them down onto the table and hearing a pleased noise escape Lee as he looks at them. 
You both continue with the gingerbread house as you wait for the gingerbread men to cool, giggling as Lee keeps looking over at them with heart eyes, mouth practically drooling. Once everything is done and the biscuits are cooled, Lee looks at you for permission to touch them, and the minute you nod. He quickly waddles over and picks one up, bringing it over and placing it down next to you before continuing to do the same with the rest of them. Your brows furrow as you notice one of the men with some of his head missing. You slowly look over to Lee, who has his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet as he looks up at you innocently. “Did you take a bite, baby?” His little head shakes, mouth slowly moving. “No? Are you sure? What’s in your mouth then?” Lee shrugs, pouting. You shake your head with a small smile, “Hmm, I guess you wouldn’t mind if you don’t get any then?” 
Lee’s mouth drops open, and his brows furrow as he stares at you. “Wha? Why? What? I may have had a tiny… Tiny bite, but I deserve to eat as much with all the hard work I did.” He notices you smile as your brow raises, and he glares, “You did that just for me to confess, didn’t you?” He huffs as you nod before nuzzling into your hand as you stroke his cheek.
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vellicore · 1 year
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The Necklace 
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader 
Word Count: 341
Warnings: Reader being a brat, adultery/cheating, mentions of car sex
A/N: My entry for this week’s challenge for @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor sleepover! So excited to be apart of the  @the-slumberparty 
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You could feel people’s eyes on you. It was risky wearing this necklace tonight. He explicitly told you that you couldn’t wear it out in public. Too many people would ask questions, and the last thing Lee Bodecker needed, was the town to learn about his secrets. No, he couldn’t risk people finding out he was having an affair. An affair with the pastor’s daughter of all people.
You were meant to be the good girl in town. The one that everyone looked up to. It was no secret the kind of reputation that followed Lee. After all, the first time you met him was when he stumbled out of the bar late at night. The smirk on his face when he saw you out so late. It was at that very moment you knew that you’d be hooked. You didn’t learn he was married until a week later.
Week after week Lee would tell you that he planned on leaving her. “Don’tcha darlin’ she’ll be gone soon ‘nough.” But you were tired of waiting around. Sure, sex with Lee was amazing. The nights when he’d split you open in the back of his cruiser. Those nights always helped you forget your worries.
And just the other night when he gave you this diamond necklace, you thought it had meant something more. Your heart raced as you looked down at it. Surely this had to mean something, right? He wouldn’t spend this much on just anyone. But then he told you to only wear it in private. That you needed to continue to be a secret. It felt like a slap in the face.
Tonight you were done being a secret. You were taking this into your own hands. You knew he’d be here at this party. He’d be here with her, and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw you wearing the necklace. So when someone asked you where you got it, you couldn’t help but confidently say. “I got it from the sheriff.”
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Ok ok ok K for murderer Monday pls pls pls imagine:
Lee, Lee being antsy and horny all day and just as he's clocking out something comes up and he's late and by the time he gets home he's just crazed he opens the door and throws you over the nearest surface and has his way with you, just about the roughest he's ever been, taking out all his frustrations, and you think it's one round but no, he keeps going, going, going, keeps going till he literally collapses, no aftercare even because he's literally collapsed on you, in you, and you're pinned and not going anywhere
And for an encore: pls imagine Random eating you out, just glued to you, tongue fucking you as he humps the bed and whimpers into you, looking up at you through his lashes, and you can't help it you pull his hair and slap him while his tongue is in you and he lets out the deepest groan into you, eyes rolling back and just coming all over the bed, and still his mouth is going at you, devouring you-
Thank you for the opportunity, I shall now show myself out 💗
🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 fuck me
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The drive home was infinitely longer than he remembered it being. Lee practically kicked the door down, barely remembering to lock it behind him as he sewrched the house for you. He found you in the bedroom putting away his neatly folded laundry— perfect.
"Hi, hone—" the words are barely out of your mouth before his tongue is shoved down your throat and his large hands scoop you up. A surprised squeak is all you manage before he's dropping you on the bed and ripping open your dress with a hungry growl.
There's no words exchanged, just heavy gasps of air and sighs as he strips you both down as fast as he possibly can. With a wordless grunt, Lee slides two thick fingers into your pussy, moaning happily at the heat of your walls around his fingers, his cock twitching needily. In quick thrusts, he works you open, eager to be inside of you as soon as possible.
You moan as his fingers fill you, relaxing back into the bed. Another surprised yelp tears from your lips when he flips you over on to your stomach, your ass high in the air as he pulls his fingers from you. You feel his dick gliding through your slick wetness for a brief moment before Lee was pushing into you in one swift motion.
A shared moan vibrates through the room, the full feeling lasting only for a moment before he sets a brutal pace. Animalistic grunts and growls flow freely from your husband's lips as he fucks you into the mattress. It's quick, it's hard, it's everything he needs it to be.
Lee feels his high coming fast but pays it no mind, chasing the release with reckless abandon. His bruising grip holds you in place as he cums inside you with a loud groan, his hips stilling for a quick moment before you feel his pace picking back up, fucking his cum deeper and deeper. His moans are ragged and higher in pitch due to his sensitivity, but the need to keep going overrides any logical thought in him.
You on the other hand, can barely think at all. Words are lost on you as he pounds into you from behind, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs in the form of blissed out moans. You loved when he was like this, crazed and needy, too far gone in his primal need for your body that he can't seem to think about anything except you.
It seems to last for hours, and it does. You both lose count of how many times you've cum, each one more delicious than the last. A messy pile of sweaty limbs tangled on the king sized bed, Lee's strong pudgy body collapsed on top of yours as he keeps rutting into you. He can feel exhaustion nipping at his heels, his muscles ache, his eyes tired and unfocused from rolling back in his skull so many times. You lay underneath him, weakly gripping the sheets, further gone than he is, one heavy thrust away from completely passing out.
Finally, with a weak, pitiful whimper, Lee cums for the last time. You can barely feel the two or three pathetic spurts of cum that fill you, but you do feel Lee's body relaxing completely into you, the heft of him bearing down on you comfortably, offering a soothing touch after hours of rough fucking. He'd take care of you tomorrow, but right now, all you can fo is sleep.
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sweeterthanthis · 2 years
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Stepdad!Lee picking you up from your graduation after party and giving you the perfect gift. The kind of gift he’s been aching to give you since you came home from college during the Holidays the year before. The kind of gift that’ll have you hooked. 
That’s it. That’s the thot. 
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years
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Yoooooo I love your blog soooo much!!! Idk if you'd be up for writing a thing or something buttttt I got a prompt!
y/n talking to her absent dad she only sees on special occasions and says, "You know, I call my boyfriend, 'daddy' too!"
Obviously probably our good sheriff Lee, but could be any character really lol
first of all thank you so much!! 🤍 i'm not much of a writer but oh to call sheriff lee 'daddy' 😩😩 she is probably just so mad at her father and wants to piss him off so once they are talking on the phone lee is in the other room asking her about something, she casually tells him "just one moment, daddy!"
her father hears it, like of course he does, they are still talking on the phone and he's really confused "what are you talking about, y/n?"
"huh? nothing, my boyfriend wants something from me, have to go, bye dad"
dad is not a big fan of it... his little daughter calling some older man "daddy"?? hell no. but lee??? yeah, he loves it 😌😵‍💫
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sashaisready · 8 months
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Lee as your boyfriend
I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I have a real soft spot for Lee Bodecker (Sheriff Daddy) so here’s a little fluffy drabble about dating the big lug. This is Soft!Lee and he’s much cuddlier than canon Lee…
(Some light smutty references - 18+)
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~ He’s a traditional man at heart so on your first date he came with flowers and insisted on picking you up, protesting when you told him you could just meet him there. You were happy to go straight to the venue but he was having none of it, shutting down such suggestions borderline aggressively - outraged at the notion of you travelling by yourself when he’s the one who asked you out, so he’s going to pick you up. You soon acquiesced, there was simply no room for argument. 
~ Later, he drove you home at the end of the night with no expectations but a chaste kiss and a big smile. Not that you should be fooled into thinking he’s a puritan or anything like that…
~ Once you see more of each other and get to know one another better - it’s like a switch has been flicked. He’s all over you - fingers dangerously low on your back, his nose nuzzling your jawline at the movies, his arm tight around your waist as he approaches you from behind…(‘Can’t help myself around you darlin’). He holds you possessively when you’re out in public, a clear indicator to any wandering eyes. His touch is such a constant presence that you find yourself longing for it when he’s not around.
~ He’s brash and straight talking on the job (‘I gotta be, buttercup’) - asserting his authority with no fear of raised voices and ruffled feathers if needs must. But for you, and for you alone, he’s soft. Gentle. A sucker for the pleading in your eyes and the way you look up at him longingly. He’d give you the moon if you asked him sweetly enough. The locals joke that you must be made of strong stuff to date the hardass Sheriff, and you smile knowingly, but the truth belongs only to the both of you.
~ You bicker sometimes. Doesn’t every couple? Nothing big, just the usual squabbles. Chores. Money. Sometimes his brashness gets the better of him. But he hates leaving fights half finished, a flash of panic in his eyes when he thinks you might walk away with this dark cloud still hanging over you both. (‘My mama didn��t leave me much, but she taught me never go to bed mad’). He doesn’t mind if you yell at him, or need some time to walk it off, but he sure as Hell won’t let you sleep without at least one of you saying sorry first. 
~ In bed he’s insatiable. It caught you off guard the first time. Despite the extra heft on his frame his stamina is unmatched. You feel like you’ve run a marathon each time he’s finally through with you. Every inch of your skin thoroughly kissed, every freckle explored and caressed, every sound or gasp wickedly pulled from your lips. He leaves no stone unturned, the intensity of his care for you only matched by his sheer desire for you. He likes it from behind. He likes it laying down. He likes you on top as he lazily rolls his hips and looks up at you through hooded eyes. His gaze burns into you as if he can’t believe you’re here. You’ve never felt so attractive in all your life.
~ He makes self deprecating jokes about his weight and insists he’s giving up candy, playfully prodding his tummy as you lay side by side in bed. You scowl and chastise his criticisms. He’s perfect as he is. He wouldn’t hold you half as well if he were just skin and bones, you tell him. You kiss the softness of his belly and grip the sturdiness of his thighs and make it clear that you love all of him - no matter how much candy he eats. He almost blushes, surprised by your forthright speech, nodding in submission - ‘Well I know better than to tell a lady she’s wrong’ he plays it off, chuckling, too embarrassed to let vulnerability peer out. But underneath his heart tugs and thumps, almost dizzy with the knowledge that you unashamedly desire every part of him. 
~ One evening you walk through town, happily full from a late dinner and lightly buzzed on a couple of glasses of wine, you catch him smiling at you and you smile right back - doing everything you can to try and remember this moment. Keep it in your back pocket for when times are tough, a snapshot of when you felt perfectly happy and at ease with your life and desperately in love with the man you shared it with. Something to retrieve again and again when you need it, a soothing balm never too far away.
~ Little do you know he’s got a diamond ring in his jacket, burning a hole in the fabric as he tries to pick the right moment to ask you the biggest question of his life. He wanted to wait for a special time - but how can he pick just one when all of it is? If only you knew he picked it out just a mere few days after your first date…
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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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buckrecs · 1 year
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𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧
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masterlist | s.s characters masterlist
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ONESHOT
Sweet On You by @ladyfallonavenger
A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.
Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger
“What’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss?”
something sweet by @laineywilsons
your first halloween as the sheriff’s wife doesn’t quite go as planned.
a different kind of angel by @laineywilsons
a chance meeting on a knockemstiff back road changes lee’s life forever. 
babydoll by @bellasburdens
go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck
You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.
Sweetheart by @likeahorribledream
Lee takes you out to celebrate, but he quickly notices that something is bothering you.
Drabble by @sweeterthanthis
A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe
Pearl Necklace by @mypoisonedvine
your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.
In Through The Window by @disturbedbydesign
You and Lee had always dreamed of starting a family, and when you finally gave birth to your first child, you thought your dream had become a reality. But then something changed—your baby changed—and your dream turned into a nightmare that only you could see.
Meant Something by @mickeyhenrys
“of course it meant something!” 
coping mechanism by @lokiskitten
you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.
Goodbye, Earl by @disturbedbydesign
You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.
You can be my daddy tonight by @bucknastysbabe
If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.
Mix Every (Baking) Failure with Chocolate by @acatwriteshere
Reader is trying her very best to make her first Valentine's Day as a married woman the very best any husband could wish for. How sad that she fails at preparing the main surprise.
dinner and a treat by @nickfowlerrr
girls like you don’t need heaven by @noceurous
the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset
SERIES
just between you and me, did the love affair maim you too? by @extremelyblackandwhite
sheriff and his princess by @sweetdreamsbuck
Anything by @littlelioncub43
It’s Day I of your birthday week, and you decide to kick things off with a little celebration dance. Lee, of course, isn’t complaining about it. After all, whatever you want, you get. 
Domestic!Lee by @tumblin-theworldaway
Got Any Candy? by @qyllenhaal
Y/n wants to get out of town and move to the city, but the pay she's making at her job isn't cutting it. She answers a weird ad in the classified ads that doesn't turn out to be what it seemed.
+ Down By The River
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Sheriff. Interrupted.
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Summary: You can’t fix him. But you can do something else…
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader
Warnings: language, shameless ogling, implied smut, cocky reader, we love our belly daddy
A/N: A short drabble to get back into writing for Lee.
Divider by @firefly-graphics​
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“Y/N, pining over that guy is tragic. Stop staring at him,” you sip at your drink while staring at the newly elected sheriff in your sleepy town. “Babe, you lived in New York and Paris. You cannot drool all over the small-town sheriff.”
“I can and will drool all over him if I want to. He’s kinda cute with his belly. Just look at him,” your friend rolls his eyes as you watch Lee look around the bar before he stuffs another taffy into his mouth.
“I love you, but you are crazy. Babe, I know you always try to fix a hopeless case, but you cannot fix this guy.”
“Maybe I can’t fix him,” you lick your lips as Lee dips his head to look your way. He holds your gaze. You ignore your friend and lift your glass, smirking at Lee who runs his hands over his thigh, “but I can fuck him, babe.”
“I wouldn’t poke that guy with a stick.”
“I bet you’d love it when he pokes you with his stick,” you sass back. “You love a nice dick, don’t you? I bet that cute little sheriff has a big dick.”
“I got no clue about his dick, but he’s got a big belly.”
“Just imagine,” you slide your tongue over the rim of your glass, “he presses it against your back while he fucks you so hard from behind you don’t feel your legs any longer.”
“Not. Going. To. Happen,” Shevon huffs when Lee gets up to make his way toward your table. “Fuck, I’m out of this. Don’t get yourself into trouble, Y/N. Be a good girl and just don’t…”
“I can’t promise anything, Shevie,” you give your friend a wink. “Go and get that hot guy from earlier. He was drooling all over your cute ass.”
“My ass ain’t cute, it’s perfect and you love it.”
“I do,” you grin. “Maybe, one day, I’ll bite your cheeks…”
Shevon pecks your cheek. Before he goes, your friend mumbles another warning in your ear. “Be careful. Don’t go home with that guy,” he says and turns to leave. “Give me a call, babe.”
“Will do,” you giggle as the sheriff straightens his leather jacket. He stopped a few feet away from your table to check on his outfit. “Come over, sweet sheriff. I’ll have fun with you tonight.”
You watch him walk toward your table, an amused smirk on your lips.
“Miss, uh-“ Lee clears his throat. He stands in front of your table and hopefully looks at you. “I hope I don’t overstep, but you were looking at me for a while. Do you want to have a drink with me?”
“How can I say no to the elected sheriff of this town,” cooing the words you give Lee your sweetest smile. “I was hoping that you come over to talk to me, sheriff.”
“Lee,” he offers his hand. “A pretty dame like you can call me Lee. What about your friend from earlier? I hope he doesn’t mind I want to buy you a drink.”
“He’s busy chatting some nice guy up,” Lee grins now. “I don’t think he’ll remember my name by the end of the night, Sir.”
“I hope you’ll only remember my name by the end of the night, sweetness,” the sheriff leans closer to purr in your ear. “Do you want me to teach you how to scream it?”
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nickfowlerrr · 10 months
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You’re Sheriff Bodecker’s sweet housewife and when he gets home he makes you sit in his lap and warm his cock while he feeds you the dinner you cooked him and then fucks you on the table for dessert 🥰
dinner and a treat.. 🥧
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notes: for the five sentence ficlet game. punctuation is atrocious and i still cheated lmao. but thanks so much for sending this in! ❤️‍🔥 18+ only. this drabble contains smut.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you as you gasp when he shifts a bit in his seat, leaning forward to fork the last piece of the steak you’d made for dinner; one arm across you to keep your back against his broad chest while he keeps you seated pretty in his lap, his cock buried deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.
Lee chuckles at your sensitivity as he brings the fork to your lips, watching, enamored as your lips part for him and you take the last bite; you aren’t sure if the sigh that leaves you is from the taste or the fact that the plate is finally cleared and your suffering is about to end. You attempt to get up, but are easily pulled back down by Lee’s broad hands on your hips - the pull somehow has his thick cock hitting even deeper inside of you as you moan at the unexpected moment and delightful stimulation it brings with it… you almost want to try getting up again as it’s been your only successful attempt at finally getting Lee to let you move.
You don’t have to, though, as he seems to change his mind about keeping you seated and pushes you back up, then over the table in the same second, “All done with dinner, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ it’s time for dessert,” he purrs against your ear as he leans over you, swiftly lining himself up to your slick entrance and sinking into you with little resistance as your walls readily welcome the stretch of him and he groans, setting a fast and hard pace, “Don’tcha think?”
Your moans and mewls are his only response as you touch one of his hands holding your hips and keeping the skirt of your dress up as he slams into you over and over, the table thrumming beneath you, his name like a prayer falling off your tongue as he fucks you through your long awaited orgasm - the first of the night, and if Lee has it his way, it’ll be far from the last.
He knows you’ll complain later about the pie you’d made going cold, but right now all he wants is to fuck you silly on every surface of the kitchen he can; he’s been waiting for his dessert all damn day.
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lunarbuck · 2 years
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☆ masterlist ☆
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updated october 12- my blog is 18+ and so are all of my fics!!
Welcome to my masterlist <3 Here you will find all of my fics!! They are separated by character, and as I write for new people I will add them here :)
All of my reader/yn fics purposefully do not describe the reader's appearance much so the reader can be ANY RACE and in most cases, ANY BODY TYPE
please let me know if you have any specific requests for something you'd like to see <3
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Bucky Barnes - The Winter Soldier
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Fever Pitch (Steve Rogers x f!reader)
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sgt-seabass · 2 years
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Dancing with Steve Rogers, but you’re collared and he’s holding the lead
Okay, a character and ONE word was impossible. Sorry. So here we go.
Dark!Lee Bodecker (duh, its me) + dressing you up like his pretty little dolly + hardcore dumbification.
PS. I love you. Thank you for being such a shining light in this fandom.
𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒖𝒑
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Daddy plays dress up with his favourite doll.
pairing — dark!lee bodecker x reader w/c — 1.3k (it was meant to be a a drabble I swear) this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only.  part of my (closed) lake house getaway
warnings: dark!fic, dub-con (he’s trained her well), Lee Bodecker being filthy, Daddy/baby relationship, dumbification, implied little space, rough sex, manhandling, spanking, choking (kinda), orgasm denial a/n: Tsk tsk breaking the rules Lau. Jks lmao I love you and I’ll do it for you. I’ve never written hardcore dumbification before so hopefully I’ve done it justice and you like it 🥺🥺 kjflkdsjflkdsjf. Thank you @navybrat817 for helping me with my confidence when I was ready to bin this. Gif credit to @pedropcl.
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"Don't move, darlin'. I don't want to have to punish you just when I've got you lookin' so pretty for me."
Lee's words chilled like ice through your blazing body as you did your best to remain upright.
It was hard with the vibrator nestled in your sopping cunt, three orgasms deep, and it seemed Lee had no intention of removing it any time soon.
As always, the sheriff was nothing but insatiable. He'd made his expectations clear ever since he'd taken you after your release from prison.
You were his sweet baby, and he was your Daddy.
It took a while, but you'd grown accustomed to the life and even began to crave your Daddy in ways you hadn't expected.
"Yes, Daddy," you said meekly, straightening your back just like how he had taught you.
"Can't dress a pretty doll if she's hunched, can I?"
As Lee moved the dresser of your playroom, you couldn't help the way your mind started to fall deeper into the hole of eased bliss. It's a comfortable space, allowing your mind to delve into that deep expanse you hadn't been in since you were younger.
Everything became simpler, your stress easing and tension rolling off your shoulders as you entered the subspace. You didn't have to worry about anything. You just had to listen to Daddy.
"Gettin' all dumb on me already, baby." Lee laughed as he sighted your spaced expression, but not in a way that was mocking, rather one filled with dark endearment.
As he pulled the white knee-high stockings up your legs, you moved through the motions, allowing him to manoeuvre you as the vibrator sent spikes of pleasure coursing through you.
With each whimper, Lee smacked your ass. "Dumb baby. Dolls don't make sounds when their Daddy is dressing them."
It had never been a rule before, but you knew Lee was always looking for an excuse to spank you.
You did your best to contain your sounds as Lee clipped on the baby pink garter with little bows, securing it onto the stockings with a gentle touch. And it was easy until he ran his hands up your legs, ending at the globes of your ass.
A yelp slipped past your lips as he kneaded your flesh in his hands, grinning at you as you could see his clothed erection straining against his slacks.
"Not finished yet, princess." Lee husked, resolve visibly faltering at the sight of you. You knew that look – the one where he was ready to snap and just fuck you until you didn't know anything but the word Daddy.
Your breath hitched when Lee picked up the lacy pink babydoll dress you'd seen so many times before. You couldn't count the number of times he'd ruined you in it. It made him feral, and a part of you wasn't ready for what awaited you once you were dressed.
Lee's hands ran down your body as he pulled the dress over your head, his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You stayed still, legs quivering from the constant vibrations as Lee took a few steps back to look at you.
He circled you like a wolf with his prey, mouth watering at the sight of you as he undid his belt.
Within seconds Lee shoved you to the ground so you landed on all fours, ignoring your cries as he roughly pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with his weeping cock.
"Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet, such a fuckin' cockslut for me." His thrusts were brutal and unrelenting as tears started running down your cheeks.
"Daddy! It's too much!" You sobbed, knees burning against the carpet as the stockings rubbed against your sensitive skin. But Lee didn't relent, merely chuckling at your words.
Lee pushed your face to the playroom carpet, grunting above you as his hips snapped barbarically into you. "Look at you fuckin' blubbering cause of my cock. Oh fuck. Your cunt is so fucking needy she's pulling me back in."
You heard it before you felt it – the whoosh of Lee’s leather belt before it connected with your ass, a squeal tearing from your throat with each stinging smack against your skin.
It was all too much, and your brain shut down in a world where all you knew was pleasure as you could hear the wet squelches of your pussy and the resounding whacks of the leather against your cheeks.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get more intense, he started to rut harder, his pants getting wet with each thrust that slammed against you.
"Tell Daddy how much you want to be filled up. Tell Daddy how much you want his fuckin' milk," Lee growled as he dropped the belt and cupped the front of your throat, pulling you up so your back arched awkwardly, allowing his cock to delve even deeper into your heat. You could quickly feel your orgasm approaching, the new angle having you see stars in your vision as your oxygen supply began to fade.
"I- I- want Daddy's milk. Please, Daddy," you choked out, walls fluttering as you got closer and closer to the edge. "Can I cum? Daddy, please, I need to cum, please."
"No, you better fuckin' hold it til Daddy is done with you." Lee pulled out with a grunt, pushing you onto your back so he could straddle your chest, his cock hot and heavy against your lips. "C’mon princess, drink Daddy’s milk, and he’ll let you cum.”
Desperate for release, you quickly took him into your mouth, letting out a moan at the taste of yourself slathered all over him. Lee didn’t even have to move his hips as you sucked him, bobbing your head and using your hands to pump the areas you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“Fuck, here it comes baby, gonna cum down your pretty throat,” Lee warned before you felt the salty release flood your mouth.
You did as you were told, drinking it down with a hazed smile as Lee looked down at you with a smirk.
“Good girl. Now, let’s see how many times Daddy can make you cum before you pass out.”
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vellicore · 1 year
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ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴏ3 , ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.
ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ *
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Drabbles & More
Meant Something - Following the prompt, “of course it meant something!” 
That Fateful Day - Everyone in town wonders why you won’t leave town now that you don’t have any reason to stay. 
The Necklace - Lee told you not to wear your gift in public, but of course, you don’t listen. 
Lights Out - Demon!Lee x F!Reader Your innocence is exactly what he craves.
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Ok, the other one was wordy, this one will be straightforward.
Lee, cockwarming, punishment (but which one of you is really getting punished here, huh?)
- P!R
Oh we all know Sheriff Daddy Bodecker means for it to be a punishment for you but in reality it's a punishment for him.
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"Don't move, ya hear me, girl?" He growls in your ear as his hands wrap around your waist to interlock behind your back. He sighs and relaxes back into the couch, the television set to his favorite station.
You nod with a shiver, your arms slung around his neck, your chest pressed against his while you straddle his thick thighs. The feeling of his ungodly thick girth stretching you out sends pleasurable bolts through you, your pussy was soaking him to his balls. It should be embarrassing, but it's not, it only adds to the throbbing in your cunt.
He presses a kiss to your head every few minutes. It was supposed to be a punishment but he couldnt help but kiss you when you're all cuddled up to him like this. The heat surrounding his dick was starting to drive him crazy, he has to force himself to focus on the Gunsmoke episode playing on the television. Sadly, he can't stop fidgeting.
"A-Ah," you gasp into the crook of his neck when his hips nudge into yours when he wiggles in his seat. Your walls constrict around him on instinct, pulling a stuttered curse from the burly sheriff.
"F-Fuck," he groans and holds you tighter. You catch your breath and fiddle with the collar of his shirt. You're tracing the pattern on his shirt when you suddenly get one of the best ideas you've ever had.
You squeeze your walls around him as hard as you can. Lee practically shouts your name, his eyes shutting tight and his head falls back to rest against the couch cushions. When his eyes open, they're blazing with an angry yet lustful fire.
"Don't you d-dARE—FUCK!" He groans when you do it again and again until he's breathless and clawing at your hips. Lee is quickly losing against your cunning actions, his high creeping up on him with each pulse around him.
"M'not moving, baby, just like you said," you moan in his ear huskily, he whimpers in response before giving you a sharp slap to your ass. "Oh!" You yelp and jolt, your hips grinding against his slightly.
"Fuck, yeah, thats it, rub that sweet cunt on me, Princess," he groans, fully abandoning the punishment in favor of finishing.
"You want me to ride you, baby?" You taunt.
"Mmhmm," he nods and mouths at your neck eagerly, "c'mon, honey, ride me."
"I can't, said I wouldn't move, 'member?" You nip at his ear, smiling when you hear him groan in annoyance.
"Oh, don't be like that, Princess," he whines, but you cut him off with a squeeze, pulling another curse from him lips. "Fuck, keep doing that, don't gotta move, just squeeze my cock with that sweet little cunt a'yours, Princess. Oh fuck that's it, milk me, baby, gonna make me cum."
Lee's hand immediately finds your clit, rubbing rough circles in time with your pulsing. It brings you to the edge embarrassingly quickly. All it takes for you to cum is Lee moaning your name in a shaky voice with that sinful southern accent of his shining through. You tremble in his lap, clutching the crisp expanse of his shirt, your blunt nails scratching his meaty shoulder. Lee follows you over the edge with a fluttery moan, his hands shaking as he holds you in place.
"I don't know if that was more of a punishment for me or for you," Lee laughs breathily in your shoulder while he pets your back.
"Definitely for you," you giggle.
"Sure as hell felt like it."
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