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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Need You (Part 26) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Main Masterlist ♡ The Devil All the Time Masterlist ♡ Lee Bodecker Masterlist ♡ Need You Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.

YN's POV:

It has only been a few weeks since Owen came into our lives. Our Mom went to jail. Him and Lee put his bedroom together and he was enrolled in school for the very first time.

His first day of school, not only was I nervous, but so was he. Owen doesn't like being around new people and he has hardly left mine or Lee's side since he came into our lives.

But the moment he saw a bunch of a children his own age, he relaxed somewhat and as he walked into the school for the first time, a few of the boys in his class came running up to him, asking him a bunch of questions.

Yes, Owen was doing just fine settling into life here in Knockemstiff.

But with an older child in the house now, Lee and I had to put some ground rules down.

First Lee put a lock on our bedroom door as we still very much needed alone time. When it is locked, that means do not disturb us unless there is an emergency. We went over what is an emergency and what isn't.

But right now, Owen is at school. Ray and Don are having a nap in their room and my husband in laying on his stomach, with his head between my thighs, with his gorgeous mouth and fingers bringing me to my second orgasm of the day.

My legs were shaking around his head as I got closer and closer to the edge. "Right there Daddy." I cried out as his fingers found that spot.

I whined as I came, my back arching off of the bed. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the aftershocks from my orgasm.

But Lee quickly sat up on his legs and slammed into me and didn't move. His head fell to his chest and he let out a low moan as I clenched my pussy around his cock.

"Daddy." I pathetically whimpered.

"Yes babygirl?" He southern drawl sounded even huskier as he answered me.

"Move." I pretty much demanded, but he didn't like that. I cried out as he slapped my thigh.

"You don't tell me what to do darlin'." But he started to finally move. Slowly at first. I wanted, no needed him to go faster, but I didn't say a word. I knew he would cum and leave me there unsatisfied until he came home from work.

"Love this pussy, but I love that ass even more." I shuddered as he pulled out of my pussy and he helped me get on my hands and knees, playing a pillow under my stomach.

I cried out as he harshly thrust two fingers into my pussy and then those same fingers he worked into my ass, stretching it.

But his fingers never stretch me enough, so I relax my body as best as I can as he slides into my ass.

Lee groaned loudly as he bottomed out. He was panting as I tightened my ass around his cock. I can feel his belly resting on my ass.

He pulled out and the pushed back in, roughly. I had to bite the inside of my cheek as not to wake our boys.

Lee set a brutal pace, going almost feral as he fucked my ass. I had my eyes closed, my own fingers were between my legs as I fingered myself.

"Open those pretty eyes." Lee moaned and I did as he asked. The way how he had us, we were facing our dresser mirror.

Our eyes connected in the mirror and I moaned Daddy as that seemed to make his thrusts go faster.

He chubby cheeks were bright red and Lee was sweating but fuck, he looked good. "Gonna cum. Gonna fill this ass." Was all he got out as he shouted my name as he came in my ass. His gaze never once wavering from mine.

He gave me a lazy smile and I moaned as he pulled out. He flipped me onto my back and went back to eating me out.

"Too much Daddy." I whined.

"I know you didn't finish with my cock in you and I never leave you unsatisfied." Was all he said before his mouth and fingers brought me to my last orgasm of the day.

For once in what seems like a long time, life in the Bodecker household was calm. The three boys are doing wonderful.

Everything is good at work for Lee and my pregnancy is a bit easier this time around. At least I am not puking as much and that has calmed down during the third trimester.

Yes, life was going great.

But something just had to come a long and fuck it up.

It was Saturday and Lee was working and I was making lunch for the boys, when I heard the knock on the door.

I turned off the burners, grabbed the one of the kitchen knives and walked to the front of the house, wondering who could be on our front step during lunch.

I looked through the peephole and saw a man standing there. He had a leather jacket on, and his fingers were covered in rings. He was wearing sunglasses, even though there was no sun as it has been cloudy for a few days now.

I have never seen him before in my life and living in such a small town, you know everybody.

I locked the door as quietly as I could, hoping he wouldn't hear the click. I turned around and held my finger to my mouth to let Owen know to be quiet.

"I know you're in there. I just want the boy."

I turned and looked at Owen. I mouthed 'hide' to him and he ran. I didn't open the door until I knew he was safe. I have no idea where he went too but he was out of sight.

I unlocked the door and and swung it open, with the knife pointed at his face. He looked oddly familiar as I got a good look at him, but I just can't place him.

"No need for the hostility Ma'am. I just want the boy and I will be gone." He isn't from around here. I am thinking more Boston area.

"The only boys here are my boys, now leave before I call cops."

"If it is only you and your sons, then why the knife?" He was trying to get me to talk more. Maybe to get a layout of the house, or try to catch me off guard and barge his way into my home.

I didn't answer him. I just closed the door in his face. Locking it and I even put a chair under the door handle to make sure it was even more secure.

I heard what sounded like a motorcycle leave the front of my house. Now his outfit made sense.

I went around the house and closed all the window coverings. I called for Owen to come out of his hiding spot and he was covered in dust.

"Are you okay?" I asked him as I looked him over.

"Yes." He said to me quietly.

"Go have a quick bath. Lunch is almost ready." I ruffled up his hair and gave him a smile.

I checked on Don and Ray and they were good. Getting grumpy as it was almost lunch but nothing I can't handle.

I put them in their highchairs, and gave them their lunch and hoped they actually eat most of it.

As all three boys were occupied for the time being, I grabbed the phone and dialed the one number I know better than our own phone number.

Lee's direct line at work.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

The Station is just a mad house today. For some reason, these bikers stopped at the edge of town at the dive bar.

When it came time for them to pay their tabs, well let's just say Johnny who owns the bar, is now in the hospital.

Limbs broken. Face so badly beaten in, you can hardly tell it is him.

But one of the waitresses he is fuckin' hid in the back and saw it all. She called us and the whole department descended onto the bar and arrested anyone we could get our hands on.

I have just returned to my office, hoping for some piece and quiet when the phone rang. I groaned as I knew this day was never going to end.

"Sheriff Bodecker." I gruffly said as I answered the phone.

"Lee." I heard the sound of her voice and I couldn't help the small smile that appeared on my face.

"Hello Darlin', it was like you read my mind baby." She always knew when I needed her.

But as she told me why she was calling, the smile disappeared from my face. YN described what he was wearing.

Almost exactly like what every single person we just arrested, was wearing the same outfit.

"And he wanted Owen?"

"Yes, he said he just wanted the boy."

"Did he say why YN?"

"No, but I do have an indication on why he wanted him. Lee, Owen looks like him."

At that moment, a fight broke out in the station and there was screaming and yelling.

"We will talk about this more love but I gotta go, I love you."

"I love you too." And she hung up the phone. I slammed the phone down, not caring at this point if I leave it off the hook as I had shit I have to deal with.

It was well past the time I was supposed to be home. It was all hands on deck at the Station to get everyone processed.

I pulled into my driveway and sat in my car for second. I called YN just before I left to say I was coming home and nothing was going to get in my way to get home to her and the boys.

But as I stepped out of my car, I realised I wasn't alone. I heard movement behind me and I had my gun drawn and pointed at the person.

He didn't flinch. He had a toothpick in his mouth and he was leaning against what I assume is his motorcycle.

This must be the fucker that came here earlier and demanded that Owen be handed over.

"Evening Sheriff." He said as he stepped away from his bike.

"Only goin' ask this one time, what do you want?" My gun was still on him.

"Just the boy."

"Turn around and leave this town if you know what is good for you."

"Not without my son. You have two boys from what I can see Sheriff. You understand."

"Get off my property and leave my family alone before I arrest you." He looked like he was going to say something else, but he held is hands up and got on his bike.

"I'll be seeing you around Sheriff." The bike roared to life and the asshole drove off. I never once lowered my gun.

Not until I knew he was gone. I quickly got into my house and locked the door behind me.

Now to talk to YN and see about making a trip to the women's prison to see what the hell we are up against.

Part 25 / Part 27

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Lesson » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee teaches the reader a lesson.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap, kissing, hickeys, (m receiving), unprotected sex, Sheriff kink, size kink, praise kink, handcuffs, hair pulling, spanking (like a couple times?), degrading, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (darlin’, sugar)

Note: The reader is in her early 20s and Lee is in his late 30s.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

Header credit goes to @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You thought it would be a great idea to hangout with some new friends you just met, but what you didn’t know was that you were going to get arrested. Now here you are, shifting uncomfortably in the backseat of the cop car due to how tight the handcuffs are.

“Sir, please! I didn’t do anything! I’m new here, I just didn’t know what the law is here!” You pleaded.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t have alcohol on your breath.” Lee says.

“I took one sip! That’s all!” You say.

“That still doesn’t justify your actions. Now, when we get to the station, I’m gonna call your mama and have her pick you up.” He says.

Your eyes widened and your heart started pounding. You’ve never done anything bad. This is the first time you’ve ever been arrested. If your mama finds out, she’ll be so fucking pissed.

“No, please don’t call my mama! She’ll be so pissed! I’ll do anything you say! Just please don’t call her!” You say on the verge of tears.

Lee glanced up at you through the rear view mirror and thought about it for a moment. He turned down a dirt road and drove halfway down before stopping. He shut off his cruiser and got out, walking to your side of the car and opening the door.

“Get out of the car.” He demands.

You got out of the car and stood in front of him. He turned you around and led you to the front of his cruiser.

“Since you don’t want me callin’ your mama, I’m gonna be teaching you a lesson. Now, from here on out, you’ll be addressing me as Sheriff, you’ll be a good girl, and do as I say. Understand?” Lee says.

“Yes Sheriff, I understand.” You say submissively.

“Good girl. Now, get on your knees.” He says.

You dropped down to your knees and looked up at Lee, waiting for further instructions. You watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid his uniform pants, pulling out his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight. He’s big. You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of his cock inside of you.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock.” He says.

You licked the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste of his precum. You opened your mouth and Lee slid his cock in your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag. He thrusted in and out of your mouth. You flattened out your tongue, his cock easily rubbed against it.

“Such a good girl for me.” Lee says, brushing your hair out of your face.

You moaned when he called you a good girl. Your panties were beyond soaked for this man.

“Fuck, you keep doin’ that, darlin’, I’ll let up on your punishment a little.” He moans, tilting his head back.

You occasionally moaned around his cock in hopes that your punishment won’t be too bad after this. Lee’s hands gathered all of your hair, putting it in a ponytail and pulling at it every time he thrusted into your mouth. You looked up at him and batted your eyelashes innocently.

“Look at ya. Lookin’ all innocent, but deep down, you know that your a fucking slut.” Lee says degradingly.

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

Lee degrading you and calling you a slut or a whore turned you on even more and your panties are beyond soaked.

“You’re my slut now, aren’t ya, darlin’?” He says.

“Mhmm!” You moaned around his cock.

“Damn right, you are! Fuck! I’m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.” He moans, tilting his head back.

His cock twitched as his orgasm came closer and closer until he came in your mouth. Lee stood above you, panting as he took his cock out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and showing him that you swallowed all of it.

“Good girl. Stand up.” He ordered.

You managed to stand up without struggling. Your knees were red and slightly scraped from being on the concrete for so long.

“Bend over the hood and spread your legs.” Lee orders, patting the hood of his cruiser.

You did as you were told, giving Lee an amazing view of your now soaked panties. You gasped when you felt his fingers rub your clit through the wet material.

“You’re so wet, darlin’. Did those boys make you this wet?” He asks as he continued to rub your panty covered pussy.

“N-No! It was you! All of it is for you!” You moaned.

“All of this is for me? You’re so sweet.” He says.

You felt Lee bunched your dress up above your hips and slid your panties down your legs. You looked over your shoulder to see him shoving your panties in his pocket. Lee’s hand went back to your wet pussy, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your soaked folds, spreading your wetness. You let out a loud moan when he slid his fingers inside of your tight hole. You whined when he took it out.

“You taste so good, sugar.” He says, licking your juices off his finger.

You whimpered and wiggled your hips, hoping you would get some kind of relief, but that only gave you a smack on your ass.

“Be patient. Your punishment isn’t over.” Lee says.

Lee teasingly rubbed your clit. You desperately wanted to grind yourself against his hand, but you didn’t want to make your punishment any worse than it already is. He stopped rubbing your clit to line his cock up at your entrance, slowly sliding it in, inch by inch. Your jaw dropped, an inaudible moan left your lips.

“You’re so big!” You gasped.

“You can take it, sugar. I know you can.” He says.

Lee gripped your hips and began thrusting.

“You’re fucking tight.” Lee groans, tilting his head back.

His hands held on to your hips with a bruising grip as his thrust became more fast. One of his hands went to your front and down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. You felt the tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Oh my god! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

“I don’t plan on stopping.” Lee says almost in a growl.

Your hands managed to find their way to Lee’s shirt, grabbing onto it and holding it tightly when his thrust became more rough.

“Such a dirty little slut for letting the sheriff fuck you where anyone can drive by and see.” Lee says with a groan.

Your cunt clenched around his cock at the thought of it.

“Of course you’d like that, you dirty girl.” He chuckles.

You felt your lower stomach tighten. It felt like your orgasm was about to come crashing down on you.

“Sheriff, pl-please let me cum!” You whimpered.

“Since you’ve been a good girl, go ahead, sugar. Cum for me.” He whispers in your ear.

His fingers moved faster against your now sensitive clit causing your orgasm to come closer and closer. His name left your lips with a loud moan as you came, soaking his cock and your inner thighs. Lee wasn’t too far behind you.

“Think I might keep you to myself. What do you think about that, darlin’?” He says.

“Oh fuck yes! I love that!” You moaned almost in a whine.

“Of course you do.” He chuckles.

A moan left Lee’s lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He placed his hand on the hood of his cruise on either side of you. You two stood there for a moment to catch your breath. He slowly pulled his cock out of you and tucked himself back inside of his pants.

“Umm sheriff?” You say, breaking the silence.

“Yes, darlin’?” Lee says.

“Can you please take these handcuffs off of my wrists? They’re tight.” You say shyly.

“Not as tight as that little cunt of yours.” He chuckles.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but you also felt turned on when he said that. He took the keys to the handcuffs out of his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs and took them off of your wrists. You readjusted your dress and rubbed your red wrists as you turned around to face him.

“Can I have my panties back please?” You asked.

“Nope. Those belong to me now.” He says.

You pouted as he walked you to the passenger’s side of his cruiser, opening the door for you. He closed the door and went to the driver’s side and got in.

“Let’s get you home so your mama doesn’t get worry about you.” Lee says, starting the car.

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

-Bucky’s Doll

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lanabuckybarnes · 27 days

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Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

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I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

here’s a small lee drabble I rewrote, I hope you like it.

summary - your husband lee is hungry.

warning - slight indication to oral.

the gif isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

Lee huffs, sitting back in his chair as his dark eyes stare at you. “I’m hungry.” He grumbles, watching you flick away at the magazine. Not once do you look up to acknowledge him.

You hum in response, licking your lips as your eyes dance around the page. “Go eat then.” Your fingers begin to flip the page over, reading over the words on the next page. A slight chuckle escapes you at the text, amazed at how stupid people can be.

Lee looks at you lustfully, running his tongue over his lips and rubbing his chin with his chubby fingers. The air grows tense as his pants tighten, eyes flickering down to your pretty little legs peeking through your adorable housewife dress. He leans forward, and a deep rumble escapes him. “Spread them legs then, Sugar.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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eddiesghxst · 2 years

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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

-masterlist-

“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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mavsstar · 1 year

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GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

this is a sneak peak for you could be my daddy, um enjoy :D

“You wanna know what I don’t get?” Lee rhetorically questioned.

“What’s that?”

“That you’ve been to a rodeo before I have.”

“I have, haven’t I?” You stared off and pondered on the thought. “Well if it helps I was practically dragged to them most of the time.”

“How come?” he asked you.

“I had a friend named Garrett–”

“I already don’t like where this is going,” he interrupted.

“Oh hush,” you lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “Anyways he was a bull rider and he would drag me to every single rodeo there was in town. He said I was his good luck charm and I had to kiss him 3 times on the cheek before he went out.”

“I remember when he would accidentally move his head and I would kiss his lips instead of his cheek, it happened all the time” you added, giggling at the memory, “what a silly boy.”

“Dove?”

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.”

The ride to the rodeo was longer than you expected. Lee had forgotten to get gas the night before and had to make a “quick” stop to the gas station. Only it was the opposite of “quick”, cows blocked the road just as you were about to leave. The farmer’s wife was having a lot of trouble doing it on her own.

“Lee go help her,” you ushered him towards her.

“Why me?” he asked, “why don’t you go help her?”

“I ain’t going near those damn cows!” you exclaimed as you pushed him forward. “It’s one thing to admire them from up close but it’s another to actually touch them. Besides you’re a man, now go do man things!”

“Man things?” he chuckled, “what does that even mean?”

“To follow the orders their partner just gave them,” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest, “and to do them quickly.”

“You’ve been getting bossy lately, you know that?”

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!”

Lee raised his hands up in defense, “alright I’m going!"

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years

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To Love and To Hold

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.

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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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Just For Us: Part III

Summary: Lee’s life is never dull, especially with you as his wife. Although, sometimes he can forget how big of a menace you can be.

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Comedy, fluff, slight angst (but really not a lot, like trace amounts), kissing, sexual themes but no smut, pet names (Babydoll, baby, honey, etc.), Lee being a grumpy little baby, and soft!Lee Bodecker.

Word count: 893 (She’s short!)

A/N: I thought of this in the shower and thought it would be hilarious to add into the series. I liked writing this! This is my first comedic piece of writing and I honestly really like it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a telegram, you know the drill, babes!

Kisses 💋

—K

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“Lee, honey, talk to me,” you plead softly, “please?”

Lee’s shoulders tensed at the sound of your voice, it was the only indication that he heard you at all. He stood with his back to you as he stirred his early afternoon coffee, still refusing to talk to you. You gave a soft huff at his silence, but resigned to letting him have his space. The kitchen was otherwise noiseless, except for the gentle grating of the metal spoon against the ceramic coffee mug. He set the spoon down firmly, his hands resting on the counter in front of him.

“Do you understand why I’m mad?” He gritted out, his sudden firm voice startling you from your own cup of coffee.

“Yes, I do,” you nod understandingly and stand from your seat at the table, slowly moving to stand next to him. “And, you have every right to be upset with me.”

“I just-“ he sighs, rubbing his face with one hand before turning to look at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, “I don’t like being laughed at.”

“I know, honey, neither do I,” you agree and rub his back, the movement brought Lee a level of comfort that he needed terribly. “But you have to admit, it was pretty funny.”

The early morning sun was dazzling, more radiant than Lee had ever seen it before in his life. He sat in bed as long as he could before the desire to get a closer look pulled him out of bed and out on to the porch. Cool morning air greeted him as he stood at the edge of the porch. Taking a deep breath in, Lee soaked up the calming rays quietly, thinking to himself ‘oh, this is the life.’

A twig breaking from the trees broke Lee’s silent moment to himself, his piercing eyes zeroing in on the source of the noise. A stag. Lee couldn’t help but gasp when he spotted the animal, the small intake of air was enough for the stag to lock eyes with Lee. Sprawling horns that were at least 6 feet across adorned the head of the stag. It was gorgeous. He was tempted to go wake you up so you could see it too, but the stag’s gaze kept him pinned to his spot. He was captivated. So captivated, that he didn’t hear you creep up behind him.

The next thing he knows, his sleeping pants are around his ankles, his knees in the breeze, and you’re laughing so hard barely any noise is coming out. Your laughter scares off the stag, and Lee watches as it runs back into the thick brush of trees. He quickly yanks up his sleeping pants, his face burning with embarrassment and his chest boiling with anger. He stomps back into your shared bedroom, grabbing his clothes and making a beeline for the shower.

“Oh, Lee, come on, don’t be mad,” you say through your fit of giggles, slowly calming down as you notice your husband’s anger.

“Lee!” You call out to him as the door to the bathroom slams with thundering force. He refused to speak to you for the rest of the morning.

“It was not funny!” He defended with a small whine to his voice, “I flashed that deer!”

“Honey, that deer didn’t know what he was lookin’ at! It was a deer!” You reasoned with a soft smile, fighting back any more laughter that threatened to escape you. He sighs, looking away as he replays this morning’s events over in his mind once more. Ok, maybe he was overreacting.

“It was a little funny,” Lee cracked a small smile, making you grin and giggle. “You’re a menace, you know that, right? A God damn minx.”

“There he is,” you chuckled when you saw his smile and gave Lee’s cheek a sweet peck, “my handsome man.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says bashfully and shakes his head, his face a light pink. He turns to kiss you properly, he didn’t kiss you good morning like he normally would, so the feeling of your plush lips on his had Lee sighing softly. You weren’t any better off, you practically melted on the spot when you felt his large hands cup your head and waist. God, you loved this man.

“I am sorry, Lee,” you whisper against his lips, your arms slinging around his neck to hold him as close as possible. The room was quickly heating with the rising tension between you two, your coffees long forgotten in favor of each other’s lips.

“I know, Babydoll, I forgive you,” he whispers back before diving in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. The way he pulled you into him with much more force than normal told you that he was already planning something. Your lungs burn as he holds you firmly in the kiss, a hand on the back of your head keeps you pinned in place. He releases your lips when the need for air is almost desperate, both of you panting and gasping for air. The playful glint in his eyes gave way to a darker glare, one that you were very familiar with. He licked his lips and gave you a wolfish grin.

“If you think m’not gonna punish you for your little joke, you’ve got another thing comin’, girl.”

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Arvin Russell (3/5)

Word count ; 3.8k

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I strolled out of the school doors, a noticeable pep in my step. Arvin and I had gotten into a habit of joining Lenora down at the cemetery. During the lovely - but terribly awkward - family dinner I had gotten to know her better. She was a sweet girl.

And Arvin and I, we took the chance to see each other whenever possible. A month or so had passed since our first meeting, and we were still going steady. My heart still fluttered when he held my hand, and he was still mystified with everything going out of my mouth.

It was easy to be in love with a man like him.

I was so caught up in my daydreams, that while wrapping around the side of the school building to dispose of some of my school trash, I failed to notice the group of boys trailing after me.

I tossed the plastic bag of scraps and leftover food before wiping my hands on my pants. I hummed a happy little tune to myself before turning around, ready to head back.

But instead, anxiety washed over me instantly when I realized three lanky and robust boys had surrounded me only a few feet away. I took a step back, pressing myself against the side of the dumpster.

“Well, hello, boys,” I greeted, giggling nervously as my nails dug into the green plastic. “What can I do for you’s?”

“There’s a lot you can do for us,” the main bully, who was hovering but a foot in front of me, chuckled. “I’m feeling nice, so how about you give me a kiss?”

I heard his counterparts laugh impishly. Fear consumed me, and when he took a step closer, I pushed at his chest. However, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward. I lost my footing, my face colliding with his chest.

“Or, if you insist, we can take things further, whore.”

I let out a shriek of fear, trying to beat him. But just as I struggled free, the other two bullies grabbed two of my arms and pulled them out, leaving me to struggle in between them. “Please,” I begged. “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’, trying to violate me like this, but I swear I ain’t done nothing wrong to you’s.”

“Oh, but you did,” the bully in front of me hummed, grabbing my jaw hardly and making me face him, even though I kicked and squirmed. “On the contrary, whore,” he hissed. “You go prancing around like ya own the place. You refuse to go loving us poor boys that deserve a little touchin’. And that’s cute for a while, whore, but we’re getting tired.”

“Not to fuckin’ mention,” the one to my right interrupted, "you finally stop being such a prude and you go sucking that Russell boy’s dick when you owe us some of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“ We - we ain’t done nothing but kissin’,” I insisted. “Don’t do anything, please. All I ask is that ya spare me. I ain’t doing nothin’ wrong, boys.”

The one in front of me didn’t look pleased. His grip became frighteningly strong, and I could’ve sworn I heard my jaw cracking. I let out another gasp of pain. He suddenly looked bored. He yanked me forward and tried kissing up on me. I wasn’t able to avoid it, but I kicked him in the groin suddenly.

I yanked my arms free, having caught all three of them off guard. I pushed past them and tried to make a run for it, but a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I was about to scream, but a hand flew to my mouth, muffling my cries. The other two bullies, taking advantage of my cloddish movement, began tugging at my pants.

Tears stung the edges of my eyes as I flailed in the bully’s arm. My pants were pulled down, the clod wind hitting my bare legs. I knew I was burning red from shame as they greedily pawed at my legs.

“Let’s fuckin’ hurry this up,” the bully which was holding me gruffly demanded. “I’m too fuckin’ horny to be wastin’ more time.”

His minions chuckled cruelly. Fear coursed through my veins as one of their fingers looped into the side of my panties, about to pull down and reveal myself completely. I was trembling to the core, trying to wrangle myself free and escape, but I knew I was outnumbered.

The bully began to pull down —

A fist suddenly collided with his face. I shrieked as I tumbled on top of him, but I was quick to roll off and reach for my pants. The other two bullies shouted, turning their attention to my savior, embarrassment betraying their expressions.

I watched as someone - which I quickly identified as my Arvin - darted past me and tried punching another one of them, but the two overpowered him. The leader also scrambled to his feet and jerked him back by his collar, throwing him against the dumpster.

A screech escapade my lungs as I pulled up my pants, my attention on my poor Arvin, who was getting the shit kicked out of him. I dashed over, trying to pull one of the three’s shoulders, but they pushed me away. Once again I was sent sprawling on the ground, my hands chaffing against the pavement.

“Please, stop!” I screamed, watching as they kicked him to the ground.

Arvin’s face was a bloody mess as he rolled on the ground. The leader and his compadres laughed, finally stepping away. I trembled on the ground as they turned toward me. I shut my eyes, fearing for the worst.

But they walked right past me, only shooting a few final slurs my way.

I peered over my shoulder, seeing they had abandoned the scene. I crawled over to Arvin, who was still groaning and clutching his stomach. Blood slid down his nose and already there was a bruise developing around his eye.

I tired off a piece of my shirt and applied it to his nose. I cradled his head in my lap. “Blow,” I instructed shakily.

He coughed and did so, the rest of the blood spewing from his nose. I finished wiping it off and discarded it in the wind. Arvin coughed one more time, finally propping himself up on his elbows. There was a dominating fury in his eyes, even now, and I could tell he still wanted a piece of those bastards.

He finally sat up, to which I rose to my feet and offered a hand to pull him up, he took it, grunting as he finally stood. One arm was still hugging his waist and he ws hunched over in pain. I cupped his cheeks and placed a distressed kiss on his nose.

He chuckled dryly, pushing me away. His arm finally detached, and instead he cupped my cheeks. He wiped away my tears, to which I snorted up the snot back into my nose. Distress still consumed my every being.

“They’re not goin’ to stop,” I stated.

He sent me an impish, knowing grin. “Oh, they will,” he insisted. “My daddy taught me that it’s all about pickin’ the right time. And that wasn’t the right time. But no way in hell could I let them be touchin’ up on my woman.”

A small smile Ade its way to my face. I kissed the tip of his nose. “…I need to bandage you up. Your everything must be hurtin’ like hell.”

“Yeah, but Lenora’s waiting for us in the car and I have some shit I got ta do while you two are there,” he sighed.

My eyes widened. “But you never leave Lenora to herself.”

“I won’t be leaving her to herself. I’ll be leaving her with you.”

I nodded in agreement. I then slung a gentle arm around his waist and we started walking. Arvin had a slight limp, but I knew that was the least of his worries. We fell silent on the walk back to the car.

~~~

“What do ya mean you have somethin’ to do?” Lenora prodded with scrunched brows and a confused expression.

As the trheee of us stood outside the car, Lenora had taken her bible. She was about to visit her mother’s grave and I… well, I was hoping to meet with the priest. I’d been visiting behind Arvin’s back because the one time I mentioned it he was very against it. And I didn’t want to make him mad, even if I knew he had my best interest at heart, but I also longed to fix myself and only the priest could help me find God again.

“I meant what I said,” Arvin spoke tensely. “It’s something I can’t put off. You’ll be fine on your own, right? It’s just for one afternoon.”

Lenora bit her lip. I leaned against Arvin, one of his hands wrapped around my waist on instinct. We watched her intently, although for different reasons. “…I guess so. You’ve just… never done something like that before. Nothing’s wrong, right, brother?”

Arvin grinned reassuringly. “Nothin’ at all, Lenora. I just have some work I got ta get done, is all. I’ll be back to pick you two up later, don’t you worry.”

I giggled, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. Lenora’s shoulders slumped as she caved. “…Right. That’s okay, Arvin. You go on and do what you have to do. I’m going to go talk to my mother now.”

Arvin detached from my side and wound around to the driver’s seat. I wanted to watch him go, but Lenora sped off toward her mother’s grave. I sent one last wave to the car before trailing after her. She didn’t seem upset. But with Lenora, I could never tell because of how much of a sweetheart she was.

I hovered behind her as she kneeled on the ground. She began skimming through her bible, finding where she left off. Mustering my courage, I tapped her shoulder. “Lenora?”

With doe eyes, she peered up at me. “Yes, Y/n?”

“I hate to be like Arvin, but I have something to do, too. I want to go see the priest.”

Instead of disappointment, her eyes sparkled and she clasped. Her hands together excitedly. “Really? Are you starting to go down the path of righteousness?”

I nodded. “I’m tryin’ like hell. I guess it’s alright with you, but… don’t tell Arvin. I know he doesn’t like the new priest at all.”

Lenora’s mouth twitched before fully forming into a frown. “…But lying is a sin, Y/n.”

“It’s not lying if I don’t tell him. Besides, I’ll let him know eventually. But I just need to be the one to let him know, not anyone else. So, on that note - it’s alright if I leave you here for a bit, right?”

Lenora nodded eagerly. “You’re right. Yes, go serve the Lord, Y/n. I’m proud of you.”

Courage fluttered in my chest and I nodded. I turned tail and began strolling toward the church. Even though I was trying to worship God and be more faithful, I knew that even I had a hard time understand why the priest was sitting in the church every day of the week, just waiting for people to stroll in. But I knew that was something to take advantage of.

I gently pushed the wooden door open. It squeaked, alerting the man in the pews of my entrance. When the young man spotted me, a boyish grin snuck up to his face.

“Y/n. I’m glad that you’ve decided to join me for a chat,” he greeted smoothly, sliding down the pew and motioning for me to join him.

I was surprised by his friendliness, and a smile graced my lips. I walked down the aisle until I was able to slide into the seat, my discomfort washing off me as my soul was flooded with the spirit. The priest reciprocated my joy, a handsome smile stretching across his features.

“What brings ya here on this fine Thursday? I sense something is wracking your soul,” he inquired.

I pursed my lips. “…Yes. I guess so. Today at school, these three boys tried to force lovin’ on me and I was so scared. My man, Arvin Russell, came and saves me, but the bullies hurt us both a lot. I’m still recoverin’.”

He pursed his lips, brows furrowing. He seemed caught off guard by that confession. “…That… that’s not your fault. The devil was in ‘em boys,” he conceded. “But you got ta clean your soul now. Only God’s touch can fix you of your filth.” He placed his hand on my leg, giving it a squeeze.

“But… why would I be dirty if I wasn’t at fault, sir?” I croaked, betrayal coursing through my veins.

“Because the devil used ‘em boys to sully your spirit. The devil has touched you, and only a man of god can cleanse your soul now.”

“But… I don’t mean to argue with you, sir, but why can’t I cleanse the devil myself?”

“As strong as God is with you, everyone needs help time to time,” he explained, his fingers ghosting further up my leg. “And now is when you need the help of God. Now, God can’t touch you. But a priest can, and a priest like me can cleanse you of the devil’s touch.”

“R - really?”

“Yes. But… it cannot be now.”

“Why not?”

“For the sake of pr - the spirit, it is best to be with God. And to be even closer to God than in his own house, is to be amongst his gift of nature.”

“I… guess that makes sense,” I meekly agreed. “But… I have my lover boy waiting for me so he can pick me and Lenora up.”

“Yes. And we will need much more time than this fleeting moment.” His hand withdrew from my leg, and he clasped his hands together. With a charming yet soulful smirk, he continued, "Perhaps this weekend I can pick you up and we can go down into the woods. We can pray together and banish the devil from your soul together.”

I clasped my hands together and my eyes widened. “Oh, thank you, sir. Nothing would make me happier than to banish the devil from me. Thank you for this opportunity.”

He chuckled brazenly. “Don’t thank me, my child. Thank the Lord, for he is blessing you with someone to guide you to righteousness.”

I nodded in agreement, abruptly standing. “Thank you, Lord. I must be going now. Arvin will be back any minute.”

He gave a small wave, not saying anything else. Instead, he picked up the Bible sitting next to me and began flipping through the pages. I walked out, not looking back. But my spirit was uplifted and I felt better. A part of me wanted to tell Arvin as soon as I could so that I could show him God’s love, too.

Lenora waited. And waited. At some point, it started to rain, so I showed her how to glue leaves together to make an umbrella, which she exclaimed was a great bonding activity. Despite Arvin’s disappearance - and possibly getting sick - it was a nice afternoon.

Eventually, though, he showed up, profusely apologizing. But we thought it was fine.

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I tugged the boy up into the bulky branch, laughing when a branch plopped on his head when he pulled himself up. Arvin confessed prior to the activity that he had a fear of heights, so I made sure we didn’t climb too high off the ground. Just enough to feel the thrilling sensation of wind beating against you and having nothing under one’s feet, like a baby in a highchair.

Arvin panted slightly and readjusted his weight on the thick, bulky branch. He finally felt comfortable enough to intertwine our fingers. He let out a shaky breath before leaning his head on my shoulder.

My composure was casual; I was used to sitting on trees. Sometimes, I found one comfortable enough to catch a quick nap in. I giggled, reaching to his cheek and stroking it.

“Are ya finally going ta tell me why ya can’t take me on a date tomorrow afternoon?” he prodded, quirking his brow. His grip on my hand tightened, but not painfully so.

I sighed, leaning against his head. “Well, you’re not going to like it. I put it off until now.”

“…Yes, darlin’?”

“Believe it or not, the young new priest isn’t half bad. I swear it, Arvin. He’s been helping me find God and I’ve never felt better about the Lord. I told him about the problem with them boys the other day, and he told me the devil had touched me when those boys did. And he said he could help me pray an cleanse my soul with God’s touch out in the wilderness.”

Arvin pulled away form me, staring with bewilderment. “That’s bull shit! The devil ain’t touched any pat of ya, Y/n. The guy just gets a kick out of making people feel bad.”

I sent him a reassuring smile, cupping his cheeks as I swung my legs. “Trust me, lover boy. I asked the same thing, and he said the devil was in them boys. That I ain’t done nothing wrong, but it was good to cleanse the devil’s touch.”

His face scrunched up, including the purplish bruise around his left eye. A stubborn scowl appeared on his handsome face. However, I silenced what I knew would come next with a kiss.

I felt him cave, but only for a moment. He then gently pushed me away by the shoulders, his glower weakening. “I trust you,” he insisted. “I just don’t like that new priest. He insulted my grandma’s cookin’ when he first showed up. Made a whole scene about her chicken liver dish and ate it all himself in the name of God.”

I laughed. “Maybe that’s a little rude, Arvin,” I admitted. “But he’s a nice man. When my mother made me talk to him, he was so very kind.” My expression faltered for a moment, and I cleared my throat. “…Well, he sympathized with me about my life and told me nature was God’s gift. That God loved me and my mother was wrong.”

He furrowed his brows and his jaw tensed. “You and your ma don’t get along too good, do ya?”

“She makes it rather obvious,” I chuckled dryly. “She hates me more and more every day. I don’t really know why, but I don’t care either.I think she’s pretty darn glad I’m with ya. She hopes I get married and leave the house as soon as possible. Or, to quote her, ‘the devil will give you your match’.”

Arvin sighed, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I guess… I should’ve connected the dots a lot sooner, huh?”

“It’s fine, Arvin. When I’m with you, I ain’t got any other worries in the world. You know…” A tsunami of mourning crashed into me, and my voice felt strained. “I see myself growing old with ya. Wish I met you earlier. Maybe then you could’ve met my brother. He was… like you. You two would’ve gotten along well.”

“Why can’t I meet him now? Is ‘e moved out?”

“No. He was in prison and then he killed himself. Couldn’t take not having his wife. The county priest, when he moved out with his wife, raped ‘er. She killed herself from shame. And so, he killed her.” Arvin fell silent, and I didn’t even feel his breath fanning across my face. “I agree with what he did, though. My mother said the devil was in the two of ‘em. I never told her that he died, though. I hope she dies alone, wondering why she let her only son and daughter leave her.”

One of his hands gripped my waist and the other skimmed over my upper thigh. “I’m sorry. If anythin’, the devil’s in your ma.”

I sighed. “Well, enough about me, lover boy. Why ain’t you a God-worshipper anymore? I’ve heard rumors of your past, but I tend not to listen to sthem absurd people.”

“My ma caught somethin’ called cancer and she died. My dad killed himself after the funeral. I found the body. The Sheriff drove me here. Lived ‘ere ever since.”

“Have you… forgiven your pa?” I suddenly asked, grasping at his upper arm.

He frowned. “Lenora asked me the same thing the other day.” He thought for a moment. “What is there to forgive? He’s dead.”

“I… know how hard dealing with suicide is. It’s heartbreakin’. I remember when my brother died, I was angry and sad that he left me all alone in this world. But… I knew he could not live without his wife. I learned to forgive him and be glad they were reunited in heaven.”

Arvin tensed. “I… don’t know how ta answer. I never think about it. Grandma and Lenora and Uncle… they all helped me forget about it. I still remember the day like it was yesterday, but I never think about it.”

I nodded, understanding. “I have a feeling you haven’t let go of ‘em yet, Arvin.”

“Of course I have,” he snapped defensively. “Life moves on. I ain’t got time to waste on thinking about ma and pa.”

“If you have enough time to waste on me, I’m sure you mind finds the time.”

“When I’m with you, time ain’t ever bein’ wasted.”

I chuckled, melting from his words. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Sure, lover boy. We’re being really productive up here in this tree.”

“I love ya, Y/n. Ain’t nothing you could do that would drive me away.”

“Good. I don’t plan on testing that,” I giggled. “I love ya too, Arvin Russell. I love ya to bits. You’re the cherry fillin’ to my empty pie crust, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

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dungeonpuppykai · 11 months

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|| Honeypie ||

Summary: Sheriff Lee is the apple of your eye and you are his honeypie.

Pairing: Sherrif!Lee Bodecker | Shy school teacher!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Lee Bodecker. This story contains mature content so proceed at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Lee (is his crooked ass self and a warning bc it's Lee, duh), school teacher!Reader, fluffy smut(?), shy!reader, both are whipped for each other (is that a warning lol), Sheriff!Kink, corruption kink, fingering, handjob, mushy stuff, age gap (reader is early 20's Lee is early 40's), slut shaming, dominant!Lee, subby!Reader, dirty talk, degradation.

Note: I've had inspiration for this for over a year now which dates all the way back to when I used to work at a school so here goes! This is a result of both my 'i can fix him <3' complex and the softest love that I have for my favorite corrupt cop <3 Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

Miss Y/n, homeroom teacher of grade 4 bit her lip as she feared one of her colleagues would notice the hot blush burning her cheeks. It was so hard to focus on standing put and proper in her spot behind the row of chairs where her class was sitting in the auditorium when Sheriff Lee was looking straight at her like that. The girl bit her lip as she felt his gaze drive a shard of ice down her spine.

He needed to look away. Now. It wouldn't take a genius to notice how the man was looking only at her with half a smile as he delivered his awareness speech about… about…

The teacher didn't know.

She couldn't know when he refused to avert his gaze to the other people -students and teachers- who had the huge hall packed.

Gulping a bile down her throat, Y/n tried her best to ignore his sharp blue eyes that she could feel were watching her like a hawk. "Tommy…" Clearing her throat, she muttered a warning to one of the naughty ones of the class, gently tapping on the boy's shoulder once to get him to behave before she stood back up to her height.

Her lip found its way back between the teeth they covered. Thighs that Lee loved to bite and suck at pressed themselves together. Nipples hardened due to the wave of shyness that washed over her spine and down to her knees. If only the people around the respected Sheriff and adored Miss Y/n (for her polite manners and good upbringing, of course) knew what the pair got up to when they were alone.

A harsh breath pushed its way out of her chest.

Oh dear. What would they think of her?

So much for role models, both of them.

Her eyes flickered up from the back of Tommy's head to Sheriff Lee's form on the stage only for all of the life inside her body to get a shock. Her heart rate sped up. Why was he looking at her like he'd read her mind?

Images of all the vile things he'd introduced her to started playing before her eyes. But her body remained frozen in place as she watched him back with her doe-like eyes that he loved to stare at when he defiled her in all the sinful ways there could be.

. . .

"How many times have I asked you to not stare at me like that in front of people, Sheriff?" Y/n's tone was whiny and lips pouty as she leaned against Lee's chest, feeding him the brownies she had baked him after work before meeting him at their spot in the jungle that was a short walk away from her house. A cackle left her when the man almost bit one of her fingers playfully, the sound shocking and embarrassing her as she suppressed it in the palm of her hand, lowered eyes widened. "What if they find out?" Her next words were a whisper as she softly toyed with his badge.

The reason for the lack of eye contact was her inability to hold his intimidating gaze for too long.

"They won't if you just stop trying to become one with the tomatoes every time I am around" Lee teased, caressing her soft ass under her dress as his other hand rested around her pretty form. She sat between his legs, her own at one side over his lap as she rested against his broad chest, one hand holding the container as the other wiped the corner of his mouth shyly.

It took her a moment to register his words. Y/n's eyes widened as she looked up at him in shock, gasping in an offended manner. The Sheriff's chest rumbled with a chuckle. "Sheriff!" Her bottom lip cutely jutted out for a second. "That was very mean!"

"Not wrong though, am I?" He kissed a precautionary kiss to her temple still, knowing how sensitive she could be.

Sometimes Lee found it hard to believe how someone like him could find something so pure and untainted like her. He knew he didn't deserve her. She could do so much better than a man of his like.

Yet, she treated him so well. Always being so good to him. For him. Treating him like a King and obeying him so well.

So honest. So good. So kind.

Y/n was perhaps the only person who he didn't have to press into treating him with respect.

She loved him out of her free will and stayed with him by choice. Not because he was the Sheriff. Not because she was intimidated into doing so. Not because she needed him to do something for her.

But simply because he was Lee.

Her Lee.

Not to mention her words sounded truthful every time she complimented his appearance, making sure to hug his insecurities away every time he saw her nude and feared he was not a match for her beauty.

He had never been the insecure type but she was just so good that he could not help but want to be better. For her.

To be worthy of her.

There was none other like her.

Could not be.

God must have taken millenniums carving and sculpting her soul alone.

Something so perfect. So supreme.

She was from a world none of the people around her belonged to. That he belonged to.

A place far superior and pristine than this shithole of a world they lived in.

"You shouldn't come around so much, you know." Y/n's eyes were fixated on his tie. "It will take away the grace of your appearance as a special guest." He smirked.

"Oh, it will, will it?" The arm that was around her raised so he could toy with her hair. "But a man's gotta do his job now, doesn't he?"

Her cheeks puffed up as her eyebrows furrowed. "Someone will find out. I thought you wanted to give it more time." Putting the container aside, she handed him a water bottle to drink from because the Sheriff had a habit of dehydrating himself that she disliked a lot.

"Oh, don't worry, honeypie." Knowing she would get upset if he refused the water, Lee removed his hand from her tender ass cheek and gulped some sips down. "You aren't the only girl there, no one will suspect it. If anything, the speculation will be about me and Miss Smith or Mrs. Kline with how clingy-"

Her pretty eyes were cross as she looked up at him for only a second before focusing back on his tie, though deliberately tugging at it a little to make her unhappiness with his teasing known. He loved how he could read through every one of her quirks.

Fuck, he was whipped.

"But you only look at me though." Y/n's words were tight with jealousy as she poked the dent between his chin. "There is a visible difference."

Lee's chuckle caused a pout to form on her lips. Her possessiveness was both heartwarming and adorable.

"Oh, come here you" he leaned in, she moved away, glaring at his cruiser that was parked a few feet away though not saying anything as her cheeks puffed up a little. The Sheriff couldn't help but chuckle again, sneaking a quick peck on her cheek before she could deny him again. "Well, you see Miss Y/n, there may be a lot of girls there but only one is my honeypie and she doesn't have to worry about the others."

"Really?" Y/n was still looking at the vehicle while chewing on her bottom lip. An adorable eyebrow raised itself. "And what is her name?" With how softly she spoke, Lee didn't get how she worked her job with all those loud and misbehaving kids.

He shook his head and smirked, pulling her closer until she was pressing against his chest again. "Oh, you don't know?" One of his hands dipped between her legs sinisterly, finding its way to her clothed pussy inside her dress that was his favorite colour. "But I tell you about her all the time…" Y/n's pretty lips fell open, a shaky breath shivering its way out of her as her back curled outwards.

"Sh- Sheriff~" the teacher whimpered out as she braced herself by shakily holding his leg that was behind her for support.

"This girl that I am seeing?" The older buried his nose between her hair, inhaling her scent and drinking the unique sweetness that lingered in it. "The pretty girl who teaches the 4th graders at the town school" he effortlessly pushed the thin fabric covering her sex aside. "One who is always worrying for my well being and…" His free hand guided one of her hands to the tent forming in his uniform pants in an awkward position. "... Manly needs."

Y/n moaned at his last words that he had whispered right in her ear. "Sh- She does?"

"Oh yes" his voice was hoarse as the girl obediently started to massage his bulge in a gentle manner. "She's a real sweet thing, my honeypie. Very cute and innocent. But…" His lips found her ear again. "Leave her with me and she can be the dirtiest little thing in the whole town" her thighs trembled when his middle finger dragged down her soaked flesh before repeating the same motion. "Such a dumb little thing she is. Never refusing any of my demands and letting me do to her whatever I please" Y/n's face was red again as sweat trickled down one of her temples.

"Sheriff~" she protested with a whine, slowly running her hand up and down Lee's cock that he had unclothed with his free hand.

He was so mean with his words that it filled her stomach with butterflies every time he was at it. "I have a feeling she puts on a show acting all shy and embarrassed but actually really likes it when I treat her like the slut she is" the cross pendant that she wore around her neck was glaring at them under the evening sun. "But I bet she would let me put it up her religious little pucker if I wanted to."

A sob curled out of her chest at his words, eyes glazing over and hand tightening around his cock when one of his thick fingers violated its way into her tight pussy that Lee had defiled after a few months of seeing each other. Oh, how she had made him work for it.

"Sheriff!" Y/n couldn't tell if it was a protest against his blasphemous words or a moan of wanton. "P- Please~!" Her hips moved along his fingers, hand making sure to not leave him neglected. "S- Stop with t- that! For Lord's s- sake!" Lee hissed when her thumb rubbed over his leaking tip.

His pleasure mattered to her more than anything. He deserved everything good for being such a great man and for treating her so well.

"For Lord's sake?" Lee mocked, getting off on the horror he was to her conservativeness. "What about my sake?" His lips pressed kisses along the shell of her ear. "Can you feel how hard it is for you, honeypie? Feel what you do to me? Strutting around that school in your pretty little dresses acting all innocent and big, huh?" Another finger pushed its way inside Y/n's tight ring of muscles. "But really you're just the Sheriff's little slut, always thanking him whenever he bends you over to make a nasty little mess out of you."

"Y- Yes, Sheriff!" Throwing her head back, the girl moaned out. "Thank you, Sheriff!" Lee bit his lip as his hips bucked up. Fuck. He loved it when she thanked him like that. "Thank you, Sheriff! S- So good!" This was the only time she would get a little bold and dirty with her words. "I am!" Yet she refrained from the word itself. "I like being it! Y- You're so good!"

Lee clicked his tongue while panting at the same time, feeling his orgasm nearing. "You're what, huh?" He almost demanded, grabbing a hold of her hair though not so hard that it hurt, only hard enough to make her face him. "You like being what?" The Sheriff's fingers were fucking her rough and deep, loud finger fucking noises floating in the air around them. "Say it." His voice was stern as fucked himself in her hand. "Say it, or else…"

The threat was followed by a slowing down of his fingers and so Y/n succumbed to the desperation between her hips. "Slut! Your slut, sir!" Lee bit his lip at her choice of words. Fucking hell. How could someone be this good? "I like being your slut, Sheriff! I swear!" A shaky sob was followed by few tears as the girl crashed, screaming in pleasure before her body fought against his arm that had caged her against his chest to contain her in place as his thumb mercilessly overstimulated the sensitive hood of her clit, slick coated fingers fucking her orgasm out of her.

Y/n's fist was slamming up and down at this point, causing Lee to follow suit as he came all over the girl's hand, peppering kisses all over the side of her face that was turned towards him as he whispered soft praises.

"Fuck, honeypie. You really will be the death of me." The Sheriff panted out once he had come down his high.

Her softened form jolted up at once, clean hand slapping over his lips as her eyes widened angrily. "Don't you DARE ever say anything like that again." Enveloping his bigger form in her arms, she pressed protective kisses all over his clothed chest. "You are staying here with me forever. You promised, remember, Sheriff?" Her voice was worked up from the loud moaning and screaming as it wasn't used to functioning at loud volumes except for passionate times such as these.

Lee smiled fondly at her. "I remember."

He could never be alone or miserable as long as his honeypie was with him.

The feelings were mutual.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker x you #the devil all the time #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sheriff lee bodecker #marvel smut

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nickfowlerrr · 6 months

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Would you rather:

Walk in on dbf!Lee pleasuring himself to your pictures or have Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode while he’s fucking you 💞

it's no secret

pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. reader is at minimum 25 but there's still an age gap. male masturbation. unprotected smut. lee being referred to as "daddy". honestly not as nasty as i was originally imagining this to be, and not as forbidden as most dbf tropes should probably be lol sorry.

words: 3.7k

notes: i was gonna say bucky, i really was, but then i got to thinking, and suddenly my fingers got to typing, and now here we are lol. pls enjoy.

thank you in advance for reading! comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated.

You were essentially blackmailed into coming along on this weekend trip to the family cabin by your dad. A promise that he wouldn't tell your mom about your holiday plans, and how they didn't involve you coming home this year, in exchange for your presence on this "family" trip.

Unfortunately, your father failed to mention the last minute change of plans that included a few more people than you were prepared for staying at the cabin with you.

Your room was yours, but all the other ones were now taken by family friends; some you knew, and some you'd only just met. As annoyed as you were at the number of people around, the presence of one in particular kept you from loading up your car and faking a work emergency to head back to your apartment in the city.

Lee Bodecker was a relatively new friend of your dad's, but his impression was lasting to say the least.

He was tall and thick, had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and the beginnings of crow's feet around them that only added to his attractiveness; you couldn’t deny that his age and respectability were part of what held your attention. His chestnut hair was dark with gray that shone through around his hairline and the badge he wore on his belt caught your eye, too. A sheriff. Hm. He had this air about him, this unspoken confidence and a powerful, authoritative presence that had you just a little more than interested in the man.

You had met a few weeks back at your dad's birthday party. He had caught you staring at him from across the room as he spoke to a group of people crowded around him, while you were sitting on the couch alone, nursing your soda and watching the party go on around you.

You hadn’t meant to stare, didn't even realize you were, until his sapphire eyes met yours. The twitch of a smirk playing on his lips as he returned your gaze sent a thrill up your spine, but you simply looked away, taking a sip from your drink as you crossed your legs and got more comfortable on the sofa.

You felt his eyes on you for a moment longer before the heavy weight of his gaze fell away. It wasn't long after that that a heavy weight soon fell next to you on the loveseat.

Most of the guests, and your parents, were drunk as the party continued all around you, no one paying much of any attention to you or Lee as you sat right up against one another.

You set your drink on the side table before you turned slightly with a raised brow to your unexpected company.

“Hope you don’t mind me comin over, darlin’,” he began easily, “you looked a little lonely sittin here by yourself.”

His arm moved to stretch across the back of the couch, inviting you in closer to him than you already were.

“Did I?” you questioned. “Well, I appreciate you tearing yourself away from your enraptured audience just to offer me some company.”

You and Lee spoke for a long while, his charm effortless, his hand wandering, and that damn lopsided smirk never faltering as he flirted and teased you with fleeting touches… his big, warm palm sliding up your exposed thigh, under the tight material of your dress in a game of chicken until he was reluctantly pulled away from you by the badgering of your dad and his drunken friends, needing Lee to recount the story you were sure they’d all hear a million times by now.

You had had enough yourself for one night, so adjusted the hem of your dress that would have been riding up your thick thighs regardless, and grabbed your purse and keys.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” you said as you moved past him to get to your dad first, needing to say your goodbyes to your parents before you left.

“You will,” Lee rumbled in his reply, his voice a little deeper now than it had been earlier as he watched you walk in front of him, the view leaving him licking his lips as he fought to keep his hands to himself.

And he was right.

You weren’t expecting him to be here this weekend, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

All day had been spent with you both stealing glances at one another and trying repeatedly to get close, only for someone to come by and ruin any chance you had to even speak.

It wasn’t until that night that you finally had some alone time with Lee.

Your parents were leading a hike up the mountain to see the stars that everyone wanted to join in on. Everyone but you two.

Lee had said goodnight to the group as they started getting ready to take off while you hung back, making sure everyone had everything they’d need. You helped spray your mom’s friend’s kids with bug repellent and double checked the flashlight batteries on the bigger lights before giving your portable phone charger to your dad, just in case, before the group of them left for their hike.

You were surprisingly giddy as you watched them all take off down the path. You waited a few minutes, making sure no one was gonna change their minds about the long night hike and turn around. You did a quick look around the cabin to ensure it really was just you and Lee and when you were satisfied, you went to your room to change into something more…easily accessible.

You fussed over your hair needlessly for a minute in the bathroom before adjusting the straps of your night slip.

As you padded down the hallway from your room to the one Lee was staying in, you slowed when you heard noise coming from his direction.

The closer you got, the more the anticipation built as you realized what it was you were hearing.

Lee’s grunts and moans filled the empty hallway and had your pussy fluttering as your heart pounded. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing desire but it did little to satisfy you as his voice only rose.

When you were at the door, you realized that it wasn’t completely closed. He’d left it ajar.

You saw the glow of his phone from over his shoulder as he sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from the door.

You didn’t have to guess to know what it was he was doing, his fist moving tortuously over his thick cock as he pumped himself. It did surprise you, though, when you made out what it was he was looking at; more aptly, who he was looking at.

You recognized your picture from your private instagram account, the one you kept family off of. It was for your sexier pictures, the ones you didn’t always feel comfortable posting on your main. You’d followed Lee from that account the day after you’d met, your mom had posted a picture from the party and tagged him, among others, in the group pictures, and you took the opportunity as it was presented to you.

You’d messaged each other when you got the spare chance, exchanged numbers, and talked more these past weeks. So much so, you had even told him you were going to be out of town for this trip this weekend.

The cocky smile he wore when he saw you this afternoon let you know why he hadn’t decided to share that he’d be here too. The look of surprise on your face was exactly what he wanted to see.

He’d tried to set up a time to see you in the time between your meeting and now, but you were always busy when he was free and vice versa. Honestly, a part of him was worried if you knew he’d be here, you would’ve found a way out.

God, was he wrong.

You’d been desperate for this man since the night you met him.

As you pushed the door further open, you couldn’t help but admire his form. He was naked as he sat on the edge of the bed, the muscles in his solid back flexing as his strong arm moved up and down while he stroked himself.

You didn’t even realize you were breathing heavier as you inched closer, his moans the only thing you could focus on now.

Lee could sense you coming up behind him, he heard you when you pushed the door open, and now he was really putting on a show for you. He wanted you to know exactly what you did to him, with just a goddamn photo. He wanted you to hear how fucking good you make him feel without even having to have his hands on you.

You aren’t thinking as you climb onto the bed, crawling closer to him until you're against him entirely. You take a second before you allow your hands to touch him, slipping them up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest as he purrs, leaning back into you.

You’re mesmerized by his movements, his fist pumping over his leaking cock as he keeps his eyes on his phone, your photo taking up the screen as his mind runs wild with all the things he wants to do to you.

“As good of a picture as that is,” you speak headily in his ear, causing goosebumps to break out over his skin, “I’m sure I can do more for you in person.” You smile as he licks his pink lips, taking his phone from him before gently tossing it up the bed.

“‘Bout damn time,” he responds gruffly, turning to capture your lips in his as he lets go of his cock. He holds your head with one hand as he threatens to consume you with his kiss alone.

He then reaches his arm down and takes you by the waist as he moves to lay down on the bed in the same moment, everything much more hurried now as he urges you to move on top of him.

Lee is completely naked as you straddle him, your night slip raised over your hips to allow the position.

“Fuck I’ve been picturing you like this since the night of your dad’s party,” he said as his hands moved from your thighs, up your hips, and under the slip to push it up your body further.

“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” you rasped before you allowed him to raise the slip higher, finally pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

“How pissed do you think he’d be if he knew his precious daughter was seconds away from riding his friend’s cock in his own cabin, huh?”

“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.

He chuckles as he reaches a hand up from your hip to your breasts, pinching a nipple meanly as you whine, moving your hips over his to no avail. He keeps you exactly where he wants you.

“You made me wait, it’s only fair, darlin’,” he smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re gonna be left waiting even longer if they get back soon,” you try to argue.

“You think I won’t still fuck you if your parents are here?” he asks as he takes hold of his cock again. You move your hips, trying to make it easier for him to position himself as he moves his dripping cockhead up and down your slit. You moan helplessly as he rubs against your clit, leaning over him as you urge him to just put it in already. His tauntings aren’t doing anything to help, either.

You can feel his tip at your entrance as you feel his lips against your ear,

“Let your dad hear you screamin’ daddy,” he growls as he thrusts into you at last, a wanton moan escaping you as your hands find purchase on his shoulders.

He growls again as your walls grip his length. He holds you there for a long moment as you adjust to his intrusion, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips.

“God, you feel so good,” you whimper before you begin to move atop him, his hands leading your movements.

Your head falls back in pleasure as you ride him, the way he fills you up, a delight you don’t think you’ve ever experienced.

Lee watches you with heavy lids, his blue eyes dark with unrestrained lust. He lets you take control as you move your hips over his, chasing your own pleasure as each move stimulates your clit.

He can’t stop himself though, eventually his hips jerk up into you, causing you to clench around him, your hold on him tightening when he begins fucking up into you with abandon.

You fall onto him with a cry as he grips your ass almost painfully.

The first slap he lands is sharp and stings but has your walls gripping his shaft even tighter.

“You like that, baby?” he snickers through a moan as you babble mindlessly, his cock still thrusting into you as his hips never slow.

The second slap burns more than the first but Lee quickly follows it up with his palm massaging the sting gently as you moan meekly.

“Daddy asked you a question, darlin’,” he taunts as his pace slows. The drag of his cock is still long and deep, though. He ensures you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of your cunt.

“Yes,” you answer as you pick your hips up and down, wanting it harder.

Another slap has you gasping as you peer up at Lee. Your mouth goes dry at the look in his eyes as his hips stop moving entirely.

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur as you hold his stare.

A growl ripes from his throat at your words as he holds your waist tightly, flipping you so you’re on your back as he hovers above you.

The sight of Lee between your legs sends a new wave of slickness to your pussy as you relax into the bed with a pleasured sigh.

He positions himself at your entrance and slides right in, pulling you closer by your hips as he thrusts into your wet heat.

He groans as he leans over you, looking down at your exposed body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You’re stunned at his words. You knew he was attracted to you, duh, but there was something so genuine about the way he said it. It sent a flutter to your belly as you couldn’t do anything but stare back up at him with doe eyes as he fucked you so perfectly.

You reached up and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips into his as your response. He licked into your mouth and you let him dominate the kiss as you followed his lead.

He finally broke it when you were both nearly out of breath.

“Goddamn perfect,” he husked as he leaned back up, rolling his hips into yours, his cock sliding right against the spot you most wanted to feel him. He groped your breasts, kneading them with his large hand, playing with your nipples as he growled and groaned, his touch and filthy sounds only spurning you on further.

“Lee,” you whimpered, grabbing at him as your walls tightened, that coil in your belly tightening more and more with his every thrust.

“‘M right there, baby. Right there with you,” he huffed, “just a little more.”

“Please,” you breathed, your eyes squeezing tightly as you tried to hold off your orgasm just a little longer, “please, Lee.”

He grunted, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucked your harder, stretching you delightfully.

“Please come with me, Daddy, please,” you begged, earning a deep thrust and a symphony of sinful noises and curses from the man pounding into you. Another harsh thrust had you nearly squealing as you finally came around his thick length, the hot pleasure shooting through you before crashing down wave after euphoric wave as your body tensed and shook.

Cries of pleasure and his name like a prayer left your lips as your walls milked his cock, his come filling you up as he let himself burst inside of you. The hot, thick ropes of his release hitting your walls had you squeezing him tighter as you whimpered beneath him.

As you began to come down and tried to regulate your breathing, his hand on your face had you opening your eyes before they closed once more as he pressed his swollen lips to yours. The kiss was slow and deep as his hips slowed and stilled against yours while your hands found his face in return, holding him to you. His cock softened and slipped out of you, causing you to murmur into the kiss at the loss of him. He smirked against your lips before he ended it, pressing his forehead to yours instead as you breathed each other in.

You peered into his eyes as he stared down at you.

There was a softness in his gaze that you swear could’ve had you melting into the mattress right then and there.

He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but return it as you smiled demurely back.

Your thumb mindlessly stroked his cheek before he nuzzled into your touch. Lee let his body lay down next to you on the mattress, holding your hand against his face and pulling your body closer to his with his free hand.

He sighed contentedly as you turned into him.

“Was the wait worth it?” you asked softly.

He looked to you, squeezing you just a bit tighter, “Well worth it.”

You laughed, “Good. I’m glad. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” you simpered, pushing off of him, turning back to get off the bed.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ sweetheart?” he said, stopping you from leaving.

“What, I can’t stay in here. My mom’ll realize I’m not in my room and freak out. She’s paranoid about me being taken by some mystery monster up here, has been since I was a kid,” you reminisced.

“Darlin’,” he drawled, rolling over you once again, “I think she already knows you’ve been taken by the monster,”

You laughed as he attacked your neck with kisses, holding you close to him.

“Oh, and you, Sheriff, you’re the monster?”

“Mhm. Prepared to take her daughter away to his lair. Keep her all to himself,” he murmured against your skin.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” you said, running your fingers through his short hair, “I don’t foresee her putting up much of a fight.”

You could feel his smirk before he pulled away to look you in the eyes once again.

“I am serious, darlin’. I think she already knows we may be up to something.”

“How would she possibly know that?”

He sighed, turned and layed down next to you again, “I asked your dad for his permission before I tried to ask you out the other week.”

“What? You did?” you asked in disbelief, “and he said yes?”

“I was as shocked as you are,” he smiled. “He asked me the other day at work how it went and when I told him we hadn’t been able to set anything up, he invited me here this weekend.”

“Ah,” all the pieces were connecting now as you let out a breathless chuckle. “Hm.”

“There a problem with that?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I just. I don’t normally tell my parents about the people I see until things are, uhm…serious, I guess?... And I mean, this was great, I would absolutely love to do it again,” you smiled, “but, uh, what exactly are we doing? Just so we’re on the same page, so we know where we stand.”

“Sex is great,” he agreed, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t hoping for more.”

“More as in, like, dating?”

He turned to be face to face with you before he spoke, “That was my intention.”

You nodded then, fighting a bigger smile from breaking out across your face.

“Okay,” as you spoke, you could hear the front door downstairs open. Your eyes went wide as your head shot to the still open door of the room, “Shit. Well for now, I’d prefer my parents not know I desecrated their beloved cabin by getting creampied by their friend in the bed that they paid for,” you whisper ranted as you clamored off the bed and pulled your night slip back on. You were about to rush to the door, trying to beat them up the stairs as Lee sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching you, quite entertained by your frantic state before you stopped in your tracks, turned around and padded back over to him, “I’ll leave my door open, but you’ll have to wait until my parents shut their light off if you want round two,” you whispered, kissing him gently before slipping away just as fast, shutting his door behind you. All he could do was smile, still basking in the afterglow and the idea of what was still to come.

It was an hour later, after your mom had checked in on you - a habit from the past twenty something years since they’d bought the cabin - and their lights went out across the hall, that your bed dipped as Lee quietly crawled in beside you.

His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against your ear,

“You said somethin’ bout round two. Much as I loved hearin’ you moan for me, let’s see how quiet you can be for Daddy.”

You whimpered almost inaudibly, but Lee heard it anyway, his large hand coming up to your throat, instantly causing you to get even more wet for him as he squeezed ever so slightly.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he prompted, a wicked smirk on his lips as he pressed his boxer cover erection against your bare ass.

Your voice was a pathetic whisper as you pressed back against him,

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Need You (Part 25) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age. Mentions of child neglect.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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No smut in this chapter.

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YN's POV:

Our moment was broken up when a loud commotion came from the reception area. Loud voices were screaming at the cops, but one seemed to stick out to me.

Then it was like lightning hit Lee and I. We both looked at one another, not believing who we are hearing.

"Please say that isn't who I think it is?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

"Last I heard she was up North with one of her boyfriends." Lee said back to me.

He let me go and fixed himself up to go and do his job as Sheriff and to calm down the commotion that was happening in this building.

He opened the door and everyone went quiet. "Now what the hell is goin' on?" He asked as he looked around at everyone in the room.

"Well, well, well...who would of thought that you would still be Sheriff?" I heard my husband sigh at that.

"Always a pleasure to see you Noreen. Give her to me Joe, I got this one."

"Gonna show me a good time just like you used too there big boy?" I just shook my head at her, trying not to laugh.

Lee and her barely talked let alone fuck one another. They both had to be extremely drunk to do that.

I heard the footsteps coming towards his office so I just sat down in my usual chair and waited to see the woman who walked out on me all those years ago.

"Oh I see you have a guest already, I'll just come back another time handsome." She said as Lee closed the door behind the two of them.

Handsome? Is she in some type of trouble? She never once called him that.

I stood up and faced the woman who just left me all alone with a man I barely knew but took care of me and didn't throw me out the moment she left.

"YN?"

"Hello Mother, been a long time." She atleast had the decency to look somewhat ashamed but her facial expression went back to being neutral.

"It is always good to see my little girl." I raised one eyebrow at her as she came towards me, opening her arms for a hug.

"No hugs thank you and I am not a little girl anymore." She put her arms back down awkwardly at her side.

Lee was already behind his desk and waiting for us to sit so he can. I noticed that he moved my chair to beside his.

"I got work to do Noreen." That was his way of telling us to get whatever this is, started.

I took my seat next to his and she just looked at us as she sat down, across from us. The air was thick with tension.

Lee and I have no idea what she wants, and her coming back after all these years, there has to be a reason.

"I see you have taken good care of her Lee."

I could of laughed at the smile that came over his face. "Yes, I have taken good care of her and she has taken good care of me."

"Anyone special in your life YN? I see that there is a wedding ring on your finger."

"Yes I am happily married. Have two gorgeous sons and a third child on the way."

"I am a Grandmother?"

"Yes but not like you will ever be allowed to see them. My husband will not like that you have just showed up after abandoning me and oh what else, offering me to a vile man because you kept losing at a game."

Her face paled as she started to stutter, but I just held up my hand signaling for her to shut up, but she didn't.

"Maybe your husband can forgive me once the two of us talk?"

"I will never forgive you for that Noreen, now what the fuck do you want?" Lee angrily said. I placed my hand on his arm.

"You two? You married your step-daddy YN?"

"I did not that long ago. We fell in love, not like you know what that is. Now what do you want? We have our own lives that we were enjoying while you were gone."

But she was still on the topic of Lee and I.

"How long did you wait to fuck her Lee? Was I barely gone for even a day? Always knew you wanted what I had YN. Always jealous of me."

I went to stand up but Lee beat me to it. His hand came slamming down on the table and my Mother jumped a bit in her chair.

"Shut your mouth you bitch. I took care of her. I didn't kick her out. I kept a roof over her head just like any sane person would of done. Even though it is none of your business, we got together about a year or two ago." Lee snarled.

"And I have never been jealous of you. Why would I be? You never could keep a man. Could never hold down a job and from I can see, you are losing your teeth." I sweetly said.

"Now once again Mother, why are you here?" I asked her as I coaxed Lee to sit back down.

"I am going to Jail." There it is. I snorted at that. Of course she is. "Shocked it has taken this long. What you do?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter what I did. I am going to go away for a long time and we'll, I need you to look after something while I am gone."

"And what is that something?" Lee asked before I did.

"I had child about five years ago."

"Pardon me?" I asked, not knowing if I heard her correctly.

"You have a brother. His name is Owen. I need you to take him while I am gone or he will be placed in Foster care...again."

I sat there stunned, just looking at her. Not fully wrapping my head around this. "What do you mean foster care again Noreen?" Lee asked her.

She was playing with the hem of her skirt and I knew she was nervous to tell us. "Spit it out already." He said. She flinched at his tone.

"I got caught trying to sell an officer some drugs. Owen was taken away and I went to jail for a bit. Got him back not that long ago."

"And now you are going back for a long time?" I questioned her. She just nodded her head.

"Can you give us a moment Noreen?" Lee asked her. He stood up and opened the door. She got the hint and walked through it. He signalled to Phil to keep an eye on her and closed the door.

"Lee, we have to take him. I can't let him go into foster care."

"I know baby girl. Look why don't we ask her to meet us somewhere, like The Diner and we can get to know him and see what he would like for his bedroom." He said as he pulled me gently out of my chair and cupped my face.

He does that when he knows I am really upset by something. I nodded my head in agreement and he smiled at me.

He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips and I wanted to deepen it but I didn't. That can wait until later.

But a thought came rushing to me and I pulled back. Lee looked at me confused.

"Where the hell is Owen right now and why did she get brought in?"

Lee Bodecker's POV:

The moment the question left YN's mouth, I let go of her and rushed to the lobby.

"Noreen, where the hell is your son?" I practically screamed, looking around trying to see if he was here with her.

"I left him with some friends Lee, no need to worry."

"What friends? Like the ones that were brought in with you?" I questioned her.

I asked why she was brought in. "Her friend over there was driving well over the speed limit and got pulled over. Ran the plates. Car is stolen. Each one of them has a warrant out for them and here we are Sheriff." I was told.

"Tell me where your son is Noreen before I get more time added to your sentence."

"In The Diner. Figured he would be fine there." I stared at her, stunned.

"Get her a cell and keep her locked up until we get someone down here to take her." I had to hold myself back from screaming.

"YN? I'm going to go and get Owen." I said to her as she walked towards me. "I'm coming with you." I knew by the look on her face that she was coming no matter what and she did not need my permission.

The drive to The Diner was quiet. The two of us having no idea what we will find once we got there.

The Diner wasn't busy, just an elderly couple, a couple of teenagers that look to be on a double date and there was one lone boy sitting at the counter.

He had a burger, French fries and a chocolate milk infront of him.

Barbara, the long time waitress was standing infront of him. She looked up when she heard the bell ring.

"Sheriff, YN. Thank goodness you are here." She said as she came over to us.

She began to speak quietly. "I found him out back when I went for my smoke break about twenty minutes ago. He told me his mom left him. I called the Station and got told you were on your way. So I decided to feed him."

I pulled out my wallet and tried to hand her the cash to cover it. "No no, none of that." I tried to get her to take it as YN walked quietly to Owen.

"Owen?" She said softly.

The little boy jumped a bit and he looked up at her. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. "May I sit down?" YN said as she pointed to the stool.

Another nod of the head and YN sat down. At this point, Barbara and I forgot all about me trying to give her money.

"My name is YN and you see that man behind me." A look in my direction and another nod.

"We know your Mom." His eyes widened at that and I saw a slight hint of fear in them. He backed up away from her but YN didn't make any move to stop him. Clearly seeing that he was upset.

"We are not friends with her." That calmed him down a bit.

"Then who are you?" He spoke for the first time.

"Well, I am your sister YN and that is my husband Lee."

"Oh, Mom always said I had a sister." How nice of Noreen to mention YN atleast once.

"Where is Mom? She told me she is going away on a trip for along, long time." Owen said.

"Yes she is and she asked us if we can take care of you." YN said gently to him.

"Oh."

"Yes, so why don't you eat up that delicious meal and we can take you home Owen." I said to him.

"Home? You guys have a house?" He asked.

"We do and this weekend we will go shopping and get your room all set up for you. You can decorate it just how you want too." I told him.

"Going soft on me Sheriff." Barbara practically whispered to me. "Shut up Barb."

"Really? I never had my own bedroom. We just move around alot." I saw by the look on YN's face she wasn't happy about that.

"Ever been to school Owen?" He shook his head no at my question.

"Well it looks like a lot of firsts will be happening with us. Your own bedroom and school."

The three of us talked while he finished his meal. As we were leaving I placed the money on the counter.

"Don't say a word Barbara." She shut her mouth because she knew I wasn't going to take it back.

"Thank you Miss Barbara." Owen called out from his spot next to YN, who was standing by the front door.

"No problem Sweetheart. Come by anytime. I enjoyed your company. Bye YN, bye Sheriff."

"Wow, you drove your Police car?" Owen asked as the three of us walked towards it.

"I did. Ever been in one?"

"Once. When Mom got taken away that one time. I was with her when she was talking to the man and then we were in the Police car. I sat up front."

I knelt down so I was at his eye level. "Where do you want to sit this time? Your choice."

His face scrunched up as he thought hard about it. "In the back!" He said as he jumped up and down.

I put him in the back and the three of us went to the Station. YN had to grab the car from there.

"I'll be home in a bit. My shift is almost over." I told her as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her goodbye.

"I'll be waiting for you love."

The moment I got home, I sighed with relief. Just finally being at home always calms me down.

I heard YN and Owen in the direction of what I guess is his room now. The door was open and I looked in.

YN had the spare mattress that we have on the floor made up. She was tucking him into bed. "I know this isn't much right now Owen, but like Lee said, we will all go shopping this weekend for you."

"I like Lee."

"Really? Me too. That is why I married him." YN said in a teasing manner.

"And I like you....you're nicer than Mom."

"Want to know a secret Owen?"

"Yes!"

"I like you too. Now get some sleep. Sweet dreams Owen." YN said to him.

"Can you leave the door open a bit YN? I can't sleep with out some light."

"Of course."

I stepped out of the way, not wanting Owen to get out of bed when YN got him tucked in. She closed the door behind and left it open just a crack.

She saw me and gave me a tired smile. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to our bedroom, where we can talk a bit more privately.

"How was it after you left me?" I asked him.

"Well, he told me that her friends are mean to him. They used to throw stuff at him and he has a few scars that he proudly showed off to me. That they used to yell at him and sometimes they took his food."

"And where the fuck was she?"

"Sleeping aka drunk or high. Or she wasn't there. Made me almost cry when he told me that."

"How was he with the boys?"

"Owen was great with them. He kept them entertained through dinner. He had them laughing and squealing."

"Good, good." We continued to talk about the day as I got undressed and the two of us going ready for bed.

As we laid in our bed, her in my arms and my hand on her stomach, YN sat up quickly. "Lee you didn't eat dinner. Let me go warm it up."

I pulled her back gently into my arms. "I am fine baby girl. Besides, if I get hungry in the middle of the night, I will just eat you."

Part 24 / Part 26

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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More Than Christmas Cookies » Lee Bodecker

December 3rd

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Y/N taking Lee Christmas cookies turns into something different.

Warnings: Fluff, language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), flirting, kissing, pet names (darlin’, sugar)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Y/N, sweetie, take these to Lee.” Your mom says, handing you a container of Christmas cookies she made.

“Lee as in Sheriff Bodecker?” You asked.

“Yes him. I know how much you like him and I thought it would be a good idea for you to give them to him.” She says teasingly.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m teasing you, sweetie. Now run along and take the cookies to Lee.” She says, giving you a hug.

You decided to walk to the police station since it isn’t too far from your house. You felt yourself getting nervous when you walked inside the station.

“Can I help you, Miss?” A deputy asks.

“I-I’m here for Sheriff Bodecker.” You say with a stutter.

Damn your nervous stutter.

“He’s in his office.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say.

You walked to his office to see him on the phone. You lightly knocked on the open door. He looked up and smiled, motioning for you to come inside his office. You walked inside of his office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and patiently waited for him to get off the phone. When he was finished talking on the phone, he wrote something down on a piece of paper and finally gave you his attention.

“Nice to see you, darlin’.” Lee smiles. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asks.

“My mama made Christmas cookies and told me to give them to you and I thought you would like to have a snack.” You say, handing him the container.

“That’s sweet of her and you.” He smiles, taking the container from your hand.

Lee puts the container on his desk and opens it, taking a cookie out of it and tries it.

“Mmm, these are good.” Lee hums.

“My mama would appreciate that.” You smiled.

“I have to thank her the next time I see her.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back and nervously played with hem of your dress.

“You got any boyfriends?” Lee asks, leaning back in his chair.

“N-No Sheriff. No boyfriends.” You say.

“Hmm, what a shame. A pretty girl like you deserves to have someone special in her life, especially during the holidays.” He says.

You looked down at your lap, blushing like crazy. The next thing you knew, you felt your head being lifted to look up by Lee’s hand.

“You nervous, sugar?” He asks, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

You nodded.

“There’s no need to be nervous, darlin’. You’ve known me for years.” He says.

“I-I know. It’s just…” You paused for a moment. “I like you.” You say quietly.

“What was that, darlin’? Can you speak up please?” He asks.

“I-I like you.” You say, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He says.

“No, I mean I like you. Meaning that I’m in love with you.” You explained.

Lee looked at you without saying anything. You felt yourself getting more embarrassed by the second.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Enjoy the cookies and have a nice rest of your day.” You say, standing up.

You went to walk out the door, but Lee quickly closed it and pinned you against it. You felt your breathing quicken.

“I love you too.” Lee says softly.

“You do?” You asked.

Lee cupped your cheeks and leaned in, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. His lips felt soft against yours.

“Does that answer your question, sugar?” He asks against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Do you want to go get coffee or something?” He asks.

“Yes please.” You smiled.

Lee put on his jacket and opened the door, letting you walk out first. You two walked hand in hand out of the station, hearing his fellow deputies whistling on the way out. The two of you didn’t care. You guys just wanted to be with each other and that’s all that matters.

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lunarbuck · 7 months

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Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding

header by @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

WC: 917

Prompt: Thigh riding

Warnings: swearing, thigh riding, heavy petting, pet names [sweetheart]

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The front door slams shut, and you jump at the sound, the wooden spoon in your hand clattering against the counter. You quickly pick it back up, stirring the soup you've spent all day making. Lee thunders into the kitchen, heavy footsteps dragging slightly against the tile floor.

You throw a glance over your shoulder, finding your Sheriff boyfriend settling in at the dinner table. He shrugs off his jacket and places his hat on the table, running a hand over his hair.

"How was your day, sweetie?" You ask, turning off the stove. Just from the way he walked in, you know it probably wasn't great, but if that's the case, he'll need to get it off his chest. It's better to ask and hear about it than for him to keep it all bottled up.

"This reelection shit is really getting on my nerves," he grumbles. "And Sandy…" You don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes at the thought of his sister. "I don't even want to think about all the problems she's causin' me right now." You nod along with his words, serving up the soup into two bowls and grabbing Lee a beer from the fridge.

Your skirt swishes around your knees as you move around the kitchen. Lee likes it when you wear skirts, but honestly, you really like it too. You like the way they move, the way they hug your figure and smooth out the parts you don't love so much. As you set the table, you can feel Lee's eyes follow you around.

"Well, you're a shoo-in for the election, hun. No one pays Sandy any mind." Lee mumbles under his breath, probably disagreeing with you, but you don't bother to hear it. Lee's a stubborn man, and you know when to pick your battles.

"Smells good," he says, watching you place a bowl of soup in front of him. He leans down and breathes in the aromatic steam, a pleasant smile spreading across his face. You move to step away, but his hand grasps your waist. "You're always takin' such good care of me, sweetheart."

"Well, you're out there keeping me safe, taking care of everyone else," you reply, resting your hand on his shoulder. "It's the least I can do." Lee tugs you down to sit on his lap, and you wrap your arms around him. He's always liked holding you at the end of a long day. Knowing that you're safe and sound relaxes him.

You lean your head on Lee's shoulder as he tastes the soup. He moans his approval, digging in for more. You hadn't always imagined this life for yourself. Stay-at-home-girlfriend wasn't what you'd originally planned to be, but truthfully, you enjoy it. You know you want to go back to work soon, but that's a problem for future you. Current you is loving the way Lee's fingers squeeze your waist, the way he's enjoying something you made.

Before you know it, Lee's bowl is empty. He leans back in his chair and lets his eyes roam over your figure. He shifts the way you're sitting so your legs straddle his thigh, and your skirt rides up with the movement. You can't help but tilt your pelvis, relishing the slight friction of his muscular thigh against your clit.

"Sweetheart," he warns as he runs his hands up your legs. "Don't go startin' somethin' you can't finish." You grin, rocking your hips against Lee's leg and ignoring his stern words.

"Who says I can't finish this, Sheriff?" Your fingers trail down the buttons on the front of his shirt before landing on the bulge in his slacks. His grip on your hips tightens, increasing the pressure on your clit.

Lee's eyes are fused to the spot where you're grinding against him, and he pushes your skirt up higher to see more. You know your panties are soaked, the fabric sticking to your sensitive flesh. You're desperate for more contact, to feel the rough texture of his slacks against your pussy.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look so perfect, riding my thigh with that perfect pussy." Lee's words make your clit throb, and you grip his shoulders tighter. "Lemme help you with that." He reaches between the two of you and tugs your panties to the side, and groans, running his finger over your clit.

Each grind against his muscular thigh sends sparks shooting through your body, and every brush of his finger against your clit sends you plummeting closer to the edge. Lee's eyes are dark and hungry, watching you take your pleasure from him.

"Lee," you whimper, tugging his head closer to kiss him. The moment your lips find his, he's devouring you. His tongue slides against yours, and you speed up your movements on his thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh, guiding your hips closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and show me how perfect you are." His voice is raspy and deep, desperate. Your whole body tightens, and you hold your breath as you come. Lee watches with hooded, lust-filled eyes, drinking in the sight of you.

As you come down from your high, Lee hooks his arms under your ass, picking you up. He starts toward the bedroom, and you cast a glance at your bowl of soup, long gone cold.

"I'll reheat it, and you can eat it in bed, sweetheart. Let me take care of you first."

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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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♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 ♡

summary - your husband lee is hungry.

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - lee cheats on you which causes you to spend time finding yourself, leading you toward your new love steve kemp. what happens when the one who broke your heart finds you again?

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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

♡ Pairing: Soft!Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation (both fem and male), dark sexual thoughts, pls read warnings

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the above written warnings.

It was only fair that he deserved just a bite. One simple taste of your lips— one long caress of your skin. The sensation of your hair threading in between his fingers as he tugged harshly on the strands. He deserved to hear the sweet cries that would fall from your lips— the sounds he would undoubtedly hear if he ever had his way with you.

He knew it was morally wrong, the thought sickening to want you as badly as he did. But the fact was, the more reasons he tried to tell himself that it was wrong to want you. Sparked more reasons he should have you. The thoughts of missed experiences, missed relationships— moments he'd never get to have if he didn't have you. He wasn't the perfect man, but he was deserving of something good— pure.

Lastly, maybe because it was so forbidden is what made it so desirable— made you so desirable.

Truthfully, he didn't want you at first. The infatuation... well more like obsession— burned slowly. The flame always lit, but it was until a specific moment had the flame raging into a passionate fire.

Lee had started to see your Mother, the two flirting shamelessly when the Sheriff would visit the diner that your Mother worked at. It was romantic at first— Lee coming to visit with flowers in hand. Compliments that he knew would make your Mother flush. He always knew how to leave her speechless, and he hadn't even had her yet. A couple dates fly by and Lee had finally devoured her— finally finding someone to soothe his fix. Someone to satisfy his hunger... for now.

The two were inseparable, never wanting to leave each others side. As your Mother craved Lee, his heart and mind— he only craved your Mother for one thing at first. As time passed, he could feel himself start to care for her. Not only did she satisfy his hunger— but she also listened to him when he needed to vent about stress at work.

A year passed and the passion slowly started to fade, but didn't vanish completely. He found himself busier at work, and at the same time your Mother was taking more shifts at the diner. Although the passion was fading, things seemed to be getting more serious as Lee and your Mother moved in together. Your Mother already had a beautiful home, small but charming. It was then Lee discovered she had a daughter— you.

Lee was frustrated upon finding out about you, knowing that kids only added stress to his life. He was unhappy— and you seemed to start a series of constant fights between Lee and your Mother. The fights seemed to happen almost every night— and despite the frustration and growing toxicity of it all. They still wanted to be with each other. It was becoming a use for company— a way to not feel so alone at the end of the day.

Tension lingered constantly until Lee had met you finally one day in the kitchen. He hadn't known your Mother let today be the day for the first meeting. She wasn't even here. Lee found himself trudging into the room for some much needed coffee before he left for work— when he found you in a silk nightgown. A very see through nightgown, in fact. It left little to the imagination.

"Morning darling." The sheriff greeted, watching you jump and almost drop the mug you were holding.

"Oh my— you scared m-me!" You gasped, holding a hand to your heart. "Good morning... uh what would you like me to call you?"

"Lee's fine sweetheart. You're the (Y/n) I hear so much about." He thought out loud, giving you a once over.

"Hopefully all good things." You tried to joke, but deep down were afraid your Mother had said something bad about you.

Lee chuckled to himself, not wanting to really tell you that he hadn't heard much about you. The more recent interactions between you and your Mother fights— instead of conversations.

"Mother wanted to be here when you woke up— but she was called for an emergency at the diner." You informed him and he grunted in understanding. "It's nice to meet you Lee. I just wanted to thank you for making my Mother so happy. I'm sure we are going to get along just fine— I promise I won't be any trouble."

Making your Mother happy? Lee thought. She must be putting on a front for you— because things hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Overall he appreciated you not being a demon child. In fact— you were much older than he was expecting you to be.

"Pleasure to meet ya darling— we will get along just fine." He told you with a smirk.

You smiled his way, before moving around the kitchen— trying to busy yourself from his intense stare that had your cheeks flushing.

Lee didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt an itch burning— a craving that needed to be satisfied. You were so young— so new to the big bad world.

He hummed and let his eyes roam over your figure again, taking in the way your nipples were poking through the nightgown. He had to bite his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips. He could feel his pants growing tight from the sight of your eyes glancing up to him— so innocently like you weren’t standing here practically half naked in front of him.

“Does your Mother usually let you wear stuff like that?” He asked, speaking down to you.

You bit your own lip, looking down at your nightgown, the silk hiding very little of your body. You knew to never wear it out in public— but he was your Stepfather so you assumed it was okay.

“Y-yes… why do you want me to change?” You asked shyly, feeling insecure about what you were wearing in front of him now.

“Of course not sweetheart— you just gotta be careful dressing like that in front of strangers.” He pointed out, “You don’t have to worry when I’m around— I’ll protect you.”

You smiled at his protection, knowing you and your another were in good hands. If only you got a glimpse inside his mind.

“Thank you Lee, my Mother and I are lucky to have you around.” You told him, watching his smirk grow into a larger smile. “Would you like some coffee?”

He nodded and hummed, sitting down at the kitchen table, watching your body through the nightgown as you worked around the kitchen, getting the coffee prepared for him.

You finally set the cup of coffee down in front of him, standing close enough where Lee would get a whiff of your vanilla, buttery scent of your skin. The faintest smell of strawberries from your shampoo. It was like your scent was a drug— the smell filling his senses and pulling him into a trance.

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

“Thanks darling, look at you being so helpful. Such a good girl, helping your stepdaddy get ready for the day.” He cooed, placing his free hand around on your back, stroking the exposed soft skin of the open back of the nightgown.

His touch made you shiver, the skin he was touching buzzing pleasantly. His hands were rough and textured, lightly scratching your smooth skin.

You looked away from him, trying to hide your flustered state. His touch and his words had you feeling fuzzy— a pleasant haze floating around your brain. It confused you.

“W-will you make it home in time to have dinner with Mother and I tonight?” You asked him, despite the butterflies floating around your tummy.

He moved his hand from the middle of your back to your hip, squeezing the flesh in his massive hands palming almost the entirety of your hip. The action made you gasp, your lower abdomen tingling.

“I’ll be there darling.” He whispered as he was even closer to you now.

You felt your body warming up from his body heat, despite the house being cool. Every time he’d touch you, your body had an odd reaction— one that you didn’t understand. But it had you squirming uncomfortably, not from him. From the fact that you suddenly needed something to soothe this tingle that kept creeping up.

“O-okay.” You breathed out, escaping him once he let you go, paying attention to his coffee.

You used that as your opportunity to leave the room without another peep, heading towards your room where you would lock yourself in— trying to understand this itch you so needed to scratch now. You sat on your bed wondering why you felt so unsettled, so incomplete. You were frustrated and decided to jump into the shower, get yourself fresh and clear your mind— then you’d head to the library.

You took your time in the shower, scrubbing your body all over— making sure every inch of your flesh was clean. You washed your hair, and soon as you found yourself done with your routine— you stayed standing under the water. You stared blankly at the shower wall as you were deep in thought. Your hand had a kind of its own, and you found yourself palming your tit.

You let your finger drag ever so slowly over the bud, and you had to bite your other hand to keep the gasp from escaping.

You felt utterly filthy. Even as you stood squeaky clean in the shower— you knew Mother would be so disappointed at your doing such sinful acts. You knew you should stop, drop your hands and get out— but your thumb continued to swipe and circle your bud, the sensation making you sigh into your hand.

It was something you had never felt before and you wondered— if it was so bad, why’d it feel so good?

The water started to turn cold, going unnoticed by you who was slipping into a blissful state— drowning out the world with the delicious sensation.

Little did you know, Lee had picked the lock on your door and was watching your silhouette through the curtain from the doorway— his own hand palming himself through his pants.

He watched with lust blown eyes as you played with yourself, the delicious quiet whines escaping your lips in a sweet melody. God he wanted to be the one to pull such sounds from you.

He didn’t know how this was going to work, he wasn’t sure he could control himself around you with your Mother around. He guess he would find out soon enough.

For now he scurried off with an aching member, heading into work— the only image of your bare body in his mind.

A/N: this series is gonna be filthy, get ready👀

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