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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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Grumpy Grizzly Master List
This series is complete! ✔
Warnings will not be posted at the beginning of each chapter. Read at your own discretion. This is a 18+ story which has darker themes interwoven.
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Lee Bodecker is a lot of things.
A senior in college. An officer of the law. A member of Alpha Chi Rho. The roughest defense on the hockey team.
A chubby, single alpha.
Girls don't look at Lee with big doe eyes. They mostly go out of their way to avoid the grizzly who can't seem to keep a date to save his life. But it's not his fault. He is sweet. He just happens to let his best friends Curtis Everett and Bobby Pronge influence him...and well, while most women are okay with being treated like dirt by members of Alpha Chi Rho...when it comes to Lee, he's not...the typical type of guy...
He's not hot enough.
There is one girl, however, who looks at Lee like he's the moon and stars. A cute little koala omega who he calls sweetness...only he's been ignoring her in that sense, shaking off the signs, thinking he's just reading too much into things.
But what happens at an Alpha Chi Rho party...well it never stays at an Alpha Chi Rho party.
Chapters
Shot Down
Sweetness
The Party
Scented
Missed Connections
Slippery Slope
Catch A Break
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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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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.
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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👀
TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore
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sashaisready · 9 months
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Lee as your boyfriend
I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I have a real soft spot for Lee Bodecker (Sheriff Daddy) so here’s a little fluffy drabble about dating the big lug. This is Soft!Lee and he’s much cuddlier than canon Lee…
(Some light smutty references - 18+)
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~ He’s a traditional man at heart so on your first date he came with flowers and insisted on picking you up, protesting when you told him you could just meet him there. You were happy to go straight to the venue but he was having none of it, shutting down such suggestions borderline aggressively - outraged at the notion of you travelling by yourself when he’s the one who asked you out, so he’s going to pick you up. You soon acquiesced, there was simply no room for argument. 
~ Later, he drove you home at the end of the night with no expectations but a chaste kiss and a big smile. Not that you should be fooled into thinking he’s a puritan or anything like that…
~ Once you see more of each other and get to know one another better - it’s like a switch has been flicked. He’s all over you - fingers dangerously low on your back, his nose nuzzling your jawline at the movies, his arm tight around your waist as he approaches you from behind…(‘Can’t help myself around you darlin’). He holds you possessively when you’re out in public, a clear indicator to any wandering eyes. His touch is such a constant presence that you find yourself longing for it when he’s not around.
~ He’s brash and straight talking on the job (‘I gotta be, buttercup’) - asserting his authority with no fear of raised voices and ruffled feathers if needs must. But for you, and for you alone, he’s soft. Gentle. A sucker for the pleading in your eyes and the way you look up at him longingly. He’d give you the moon if you asked him sweetly enough. The locals joke that you must be made of strong stuff to date the hardass Sheriff, and you smile knowingly, but the truth belongs only to the both of you.
~ You bicker sometimes. Doesn’t every couple? Nothing big, just the usual squabbles. Chores. Money. Sometimes his brashness gets the better of him. But he hates leaving fights half finished, a flash of panic in his eyes when he thinks you might walk away with this dark cloud still hanging over you both. (‘My mama didn’t leave me much, but she taught me never go to bed mad’). He doesn’t mind if you yell at him, or need some time to walk it off, but he sure as Hell won’t let you sleep without at least one of you saying sorry first. 
~ In bed he’s insatiable. It caught you off guard the first time. Despite the extra heft on his frame his stamina is unmatched. You feel like you’ve run a marathon each time he’s finally through with you. Every inch of your skin thoroughly kissed, every freckle explored and caressed, every sound or gasp wickedly pulled from your lips. He leaves no stone unturned, the intensity of his care for you only matched by his sheer desire for you. He likes it from behind. He likes it laying down. He likes you on top as he lazily rolls his hips and looks up at you through hooded eyes. His gaze burns into you as if he can’t believe you’re here. You’ve never felt so attractive in all your life.
~ He makes self deprecating jokes about his weight and insists he’s giving up candy, playfully prodding his tummy as you lay side by side in bed. You scowl and chastise his criticisms. He’s perfect as he is. He wouldn’t hold you half as well if he were just skin and bones, you tell him. You kiss the softness of his belly and grip the sturdiness of his thighs and make it clear that you love all of him - no matter how much candy he eats. He almost blushes, surprised by your forthright speech, nodding in submission - ‘Well I know better than to tell a lady she’s wrong’ he plays it off, chuckling, too embarrassed to let vulnerability peer out. But underneath his heart tugs and thumps, almost dizzy with the knowledge that you unashamedly desire every part of him. 
~ One evening you walk through town, happily full from a late dinner and lightly buzzed on a couple of glasses of wine, you catch him smiling at you and you smile right back - doing everything you can to try and remember this moment. Keep it in your back pocket for when times are tough, a snapshot of when you felt perfectly happy and at ease with your life and desperately in love with the man you shared it with. Something to retrieve again and again when you need it, a soothing balm never too far away.
~ Little do you know he’s got a diamond ring in his jacket, burning a hole in the fabric as he tries to pick the right moment to ask you the biggest question of his life. He wanted to wait for a special time - but how can he pick just one when all of it is? If only you knew he picked it out just a mere few days after your first date…
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pahtoosh · 1 year
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doctor daddy
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[image ID: a behind the scenes photo of Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. He is standing with his hands in his pockets and looking off into the distance. /.end ID]
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18+
wc: ~980 words
warnings: Lee wants to beat someone up(no one in particular, he’s just frustrated), reader is in physical pain, mentions of painkillers, written on my phone, sappy and needy reader as usual. Lee carries reader.
a/n: this picture makes me giggle, I wonder what he’s thinking about.
pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: Lee’s baby is hurting
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
Pain and suffering: that’s all you knew. The sun never seemed so dull and the nights never seemed so cold. You wondered if you’d survive the ne-
“Baby?”
Oh! Daddy’s home!
Lee quickly toed off his shoes and met you at the couch, setting down his paper grocery bag along the way. You looked adorable swaddled up in a blanket with your stuffed bunny, but Lee’s heart couldn’t help but ache for you.
You’d been stuck on the couch all day. Standing or even sitting up required too much energy, not to mention that shifting positions could mean upsetting your body further.
Earlier today Lee wanted to call in sick and tend to you, but you assured him that you would be okay as he went on with his shift at the station. He lovingly carried you to the couch where he’d set up everything you could’ve possibly needed while he was gone. Blankets, painkillers, snacks, water, books, and the TV remote were all within reach. Your daddy left you with a kiss on the forehead and strict instructions to rest up, drink water, eat a snack, and call him if you needed help.
You obliged with a yes, daddy and made it through the next seven hours still in pain, bored, and missing your daddy. You were so happy when he came home, but your state meant you had to wait for him to come to you instead of running to meet him at the door as usual. Luckily, Lee wasted no time getting to your side. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him.
He held your smaller hand in his and gave you three gentle kisses on your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your puffed out lip. Lee normally loved your pouty face but knowing that this one was caused by your state of pain rather than an adorable neediness made it less enjoyable. He almost wished there was a single person responsible for your pain so he could take it out on them, but he knew all he could do now was be here for you.
“How ya feelin’ sweetie?”
“Hurts, Daddy.”
Lee muttered a curse under his breath and gently massaged the hand he was holding. “My poor baby. ‘ wish there was somethin’ I could do to help. I could beat up someone right now, makes me so mad seein’ my baby hurt like this.”
You shook your head and pulled his hand closer. “Just need Daddy.”
Lee smiled for the first time that day. “And you’ll get him, sweetheart. Just let me help ya out a little first, yeah? I stopped by the store and got somethin’.”
You raised your eyebrows in curiosity. Lee normally just bought the essentials, and you technically had everything you could need to recover at home already. He tucked your arm back under the blanket and began pulling stuff out of the bag.
“I gotcha a different kinda pain medicine, this one’s a cream. There’s a new thermometer, in case the old one wasn’ workin’ right and my baby really is sick. This here’s a new pair of socks to keep yer feet warm and protected. And this is a lollipop for being my good ‘n brave little baby.”
You admired your new socks and treat with a soft thank you daddy and let Lee fuss over you with his new supplies. He cleaned the new thermometer and let out a sigh of relief when it confirmed that you were at a safe temperature. He swapped out your old, worn-out socks with the new, softer ones. And then he carefully peeled back the blanket and your clothing to rub in the pain-relief cream.
After Lee washed his hands, he climbed in behind you on the couch, replacing the numerous pillows and blankets with his solid body. His round belly fit perfectly into the curve of your back, and his strong arms acted like a weighted blanket. He knew just how to support you to keep you comfortable and ease your pain.
In this position, he could also speak to you in a hushed tone and feel butterflies in his chest whenever you whispered back or snuggled closer to him.
You asked him about his day. He kept it brief, mostly talking about how much he missed you. He only shared the details of his work with you when you were at your big age; Lee was very diligent about preserving the safety of your little mind.
He turned the question on you, listening to you describe the episodes of Bugs Bunny you watched and what antics your stuffies got into today. He loved hearing about your inner world. Lee never got to explore his imagination too much. His responsibilities kept him tied to the real world, so he admired that you were able to keep that part of you alive while still dealing with your own issues.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before you were overcome with the need to tell your daddy how much you appreciate him.
“Thank you for takin’ care of me, Daddy.”
Lee kissed the back of your head. “It’s no problem, sweetheart. That’s what daddies are for. You feelin’ any better? That pain medicine doin’ its job yet?”
“Mhm.” You nodded and then turned your head to muffle your next sentence, shy about the sappy words about to leave your mouth. “Daddy’s the best medicine though.”
Lee chuckled and pulled you closer if that was possible. “Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?”
You squeezed his arms wrapped around you and wiggled against his belly, proving your point. “Daddy’s soft and cozy and strong. And Daddy gives the best cuddles.”
Lee shook his head, not believing how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Daddy loves you, baby. And I’ll never stop cuddling you.”
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Lee Bodecker
Cheating
🧡 “You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”
Pretty please 🥹
muahahahahahha yes
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All the right questions
Warnings: dubcon, alcohol consumption, angst, cheating on both sides, being addicted to one another even though you know it's bad for you, getting sorta caught, pushy!Lee, implied smut (past and future), this got a little The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, unedited
Relationship: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader
The liquor burned. You should have stopped drinking an hour ago and gone home. Your husband, for all his bullshit, will have called your office by now and the switchboard will have told him nobody was there.
But it would have been the same question as always. 'You makin' dinner before or after cards?' Never questions of when will you be home, you alright honey, you missin' me as much as I'm missin' you right now?
Lee asked all the right questions. Had from the first night at his wife's platter party. Everyone had too much to drink, your husband had been out back smoking one of his nasty cigars with a few of the other men. Florence, or Jane-Lee's wife, was in the kitchen with a few of her friends. You weren't exactly sure how it was just you and Lee in the front room. But for a whole 15 minutes, it was just the two of you, completely absorbed. His hand on your knee with your eyes glued to his pink flushed lips.
And 15 minutes was all it took for the addiction to set in. That little moment, when you had his absolute attention was all you needed to be swayed. Bumping into each other became phone calls and whispers became lunches and kissing in alleys became quick and dirty fucks whenever you could get it.
Except she knew now. Lee's wife. You refused to learn her name, make her a real person because it ruined the illusion, the sneaking around. You were calling it off now. She didn't know it was you, Lee just called saying she found a pair of your panties in his cruiser. Your stomach had dropped into your shoes and you immediately went to the bar. The truth getting out would ruin your lives.
In the beginning, the risk of being caught and the knowledge that you both belonged to someone else was thrilling. It made everything feel stronger, the fucking and the emotions alike. Made the whispers over the phone and in the back seat all the more romantic. You couldn't tell which way was up and that suited you. There was never any of the politics either, you didn't have to act a certain way and neither did Lee.
You drained your martini and stumbled out of the bar. The walk home would clear your mind and being alone is what you really need. Maybe you should take stock of yourself and really think about what you were going to do with your future. Break up with Lee was only going to be the first step.
Speak of the devil though, and he'd likely appear. The cruiser was parked right there in your drive when you got home. Lee leaned against your front porch smoking a cigarette. His gaze dropped to you and your tummy feels like butterfly and spun sugar even though you wish it didn't anymore. He stubbed out his smoke on your porch railing and threw the butt in the bush like it was no big deal.
"Sheriff." You gripped your bag tight and tried to squeeze by the man.
"Honey, you know what callin' me that does. Don't get me started before we can talk." Lee grabbed your arm, keeping you trapped on your pork for all the world to see.
"There ain't nothing to say." You glared at him, tried to muster up as much as anger as you could. "We ain't nothing."
His fingers flexed, gripped your soft flesh hard as he gave you a shake. Before you could yank yourself free, he was on you. His lips, the ones your whole body has memorised, smashed against yours. Lee's other hand wrapped your nape to keep you locked to him. Not that you'd really fight him. Your knees were on the verge of buckling and your mouth was already opening up, letting his tongue lick and stroke against yours. As much as you knew how calling him sheriff riled him up, that hand at the back of your neck made all the sense leave your body.
"Don't lie to me, darlin'. Don't you ever fuckin' lie to me." His ragged breath fanned over your cheek. "This ain't nothing?"
He kissed you again, pressed your whole body back against your front door. Lee's body was warm and giving, his soft belly and his smooth cheeks plain perfection. Without thought your hands went to his belt, your fingers following muscle memory more than you will. Your body was ready for him, always ready for Lee to fuck you, own you in away you had needed for so long. Your mind just needed to forget about that day.
"I don't want this." You said the words anyway. The lie was sour on your tongue, but you couldn't stop it from pouring out.
"Honey." Lee's voice turned almost sickly sweet, a touch condescending and patronising that should make your blood boil but all it did was make you ache. His hands rucked up your skirt until his fingers rubbed the damp spot in your panties. "You don't want this? Then why is my pussy so fuckin' wet for me right now?"
Your only answer was to let him in, into your head, into your house, into the bed your husband shared with you every night. It didn't matter what he said, or what you did. No matter how rough Lee fucked you, claimed your mind, body, and soul, you would never be his. You would never be Lee's wife because then you'd just be waiting for the other woman to appear. The newer model of you. Lee would never be your husband because then you'd fall into the same problems now. The spark would die and you'd be trapped in a marriage you regretted. You didn't belong to each other, truly, and that's what made these highs so worth it. That's what made the fear and hurt worth the risk. The spark of something different.
You didn't hear the slamming of the car door over the sound of the mattress. Your moans only grew louder the closer you got to cumming. You were so close. Harder, harder, harder.
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Just For Us: Part One
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Summary: Lee needed a vacation, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. Yet, somehow, you manage to get him in a cabin for an entire week. It’s going to be a very relaxing week, to say the least.
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 882
Warning: Fluff, plot no porn (YET), allusions to sexy times, soft!Lee Bodecker (he’s going to be so cute, you guys), Lee being a dork. He’s adorable. 
A/N: This is on the shorter side of things and I love it! This was a WIP from a long time ago and I feel like making this into a short, sweet little opener to this little series! We all need some fluffy romance in our lives and I am so excited to write this. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, some food, or some fruit. I’d appreciate anything, really. Hehe! Ok! See you guys soon! It feels good to be back. 
Kisses💋
—K
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You had no idea how you managed to pull this off. 
Your husband was a busy man, being the County Sheriff was a taxing job. “A full-time gig, Sweetheart,” were Lee’s exact words. The weekends he had off were strictly because he had to take them off, and even when he was home, he was still thinking about work or worse, working on something around the house. Yet, somehow, you sweet-talked your gruff but loving husband into take a vacation. For one whole week. 
The drive up to the secluded cabin was absolutely wonderful. The spring foliage was lush and glamorous, each tree was an enchanting green that seemed to shimmer as the wind carded through the bushels of leaves. You oo-ed and aah-ed at the flowers as Lee drove the family car down the isolated road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your heart. He strummed his thumb across the knuckles on your intertwined hands as he pulled up to the quaint cabin your friends lent to you for the week. 
“We’re here,” Lee said and shut the engine off.
“Oh, would you look at that!” You exclaim under your breath as you took in the neat little structure.
“Pretty neat-o, or whatever those kids say,” he joked with a smile, earning a hearty laugh from you. 
“Lee, baby, never say ‘neat-o’ again, please,” you giggle and get out of the car, grabbing your bags and skipping to the front door. 
Lee followed close behind with his half of the luggage (the heavier half), and the keys. Once the door was unlocked, you were skipping right inside to explore the rest of the cabin and unpack. 
“Isn’t this just the prettiest place you’d ever seen?” You muse aloud as you wander through the oddly spacious cabin. The walls were clean, polished oak, painted a sweet cream color that was easy on the eyes, the floors were oak as well, but the stained wood floor in the hallways were covered by a running rug. 
“Babydoll, I’ve seen a cabin before,” Lee sassed playfully. He chuckled when you gave him a look. “Yeah, it’s pretty, alright.”
“Mmhmm,” you tease with a giggle before setting your luggages on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.
You unpack rather quickly, Lee wasn’t a heavy packer since his time in the war. Once you hung the last of your dresses, you were immediately drawn to the large French doors at the other side of the room. Looking through the panes of glass, you took it all in. Lush cascading vines and limbs covered in leaves and flowers filled every corner of your view. The sound of birds singing their lovely melodies is carried on the gentle breeze, and you can’t help but smile.
The wood floor of the cabin creaked softly underneath the relaxed gait of your husband. The heat from his strong body offered another layer of comfort to the atmosphere around you. He sighs as he brings his large hands to your waist, resting his temple against yours as you both look out on the picturesque landscape before you. The gentle woodsy scent of the earth mixed well with Lee’s cologne. You lean back into his firm chest on instinct, the action always made Lee smile. He loved knowing that you wanted him near you, that your body naturally sought his out for comfort. 
“Let’s get somethin’ to eat then we could go for a walk, how’s that sound?” He offers in a hushed voice.
“You want to go for a walk?” You tease with a grin, turning to look at Lee.
“Yeah, s’a beautiful day, it’d be a shame to waste it bein’ inside,” he smiles back, he was in a good mood, “besides, I gotta stretch my legs out after all that drivin’.”
“Alright, Sheriff, I’ll make us somethin’ t’eat,” you chuckle and press a kiss to his lips. He hums when your lips touch his, his hold keeping you from getting too far just yet. He brings you in for another kiss, this one was deeper than the first, less innocent. It left you both wanting and hungry for more. 
“Go, before I change my mind ‘bout that walk,” he grumbles with a grin into the kiss, he gently nudges you away from him to control himself. You chuckle and shake your head as you playfully shove him back and head for the kitchen. He watches you leave with the same happy grin on his face, he couldn’t help but peek at your curves as you go down the hall. Lee sighs and turns back to the view, opting to stand in silence as he waits for you to finish making lunch for the two of you. 
The silence that surrounded him was welcomed, he shut his eyes and strained to listen for anything. He heard the birds chirping, the wind rustling the leaves and branches, the cabin creaking and settling around him, and then your distant humming in the kitchen. No cars racing by the house, no phone calls from Bobo, no sirens, no deputies, no cases— just this. It was a heaven curated just for the two of you. 
And Lee was going to enjoy every moment of it. 
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Wayfaring Stranger Masterlist COMING SOON
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Newly appointed sheriff Lee Bodecker stumbled in on a secret.  A teacher couldn’t stop thinking about five missing children.  The other sheriff swept their disappearance under the rug, but she wouldn’t let Lee forget about them.  The mountains can’t hide everything.  Lee just never imagined that in finding these children, he would find you, and you were no longer a child.  
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Do any of you have any dark!soft! character fic recs? I’m in the mood for some dark!soft! 😈 🥺 steve or bucky, or any Chris or Sebastian character. Please let me know.
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myfictionaldreams · 6 months
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Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker
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Summary: Being the new secretary at the Police Station had been quite the adjustment, but now, you're left alone with the handsome Sheriff, Lee Bodecker.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content (slightly), injury/blood (cut to knee), clumsy!reader, size difference, cock bulge, dry humping, innocence, protective, authority/power play, praise kink, sir kink, rough sex, creampie, sucking fingers
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It had been a long first week at your new job as a secretary at the police station in Knockemstiff. Everyone had been pleasant and welcoming, which had calmed your nerves as you were completely new to the area, deciding to move across the country to have a fresh start.
Tonight, you decided to stay late to finish the remaining paperwork stacked up throughout the day. As you were so new, it was taking you some time to get used to filing and completing the documentation; therefore, you decided that if you stayed behind after everyone had left, you could complete it at a leisurely pace without making any mistakes.
What you hadn’t anticipated was the Sheriff had also decided to stay and sit in his office, the only light illuminating the building except for the lamp on your desk and in the kitchen. Everywhere else had a dark shadow that had your eyes flicking to check that there wasn’t something hiding in the darkness and still trying to get used to being in a new environment.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, you saw it nearing midnight and yet; there was still a sizeable stack of papers next to you on the desk. Deciding you needed a freshen-up, you stretched your arms high above your head, moaning quietly as different areas of your body popped and clicked.
You were planning to go and make yourself a coffee, but the light illuminating the edge of the room caught your eye. It was polite to ask if the Sheriff would like a coffee as well, but that included talking to him, which so far had been an unsuccessful feat as he always made you nervous enough to fumble your words. Not only was he in a position of great power, but Sherriff Lee Bodecker was incredibly handsome, from his tall stature, piercing blue eyes, buzzed hair and soft belly that was beginning to strain against his belt. Every single part of him had your insides fluttering and your mouth unable to form coherent words.
You seemed to chastise yourself constantly for being so foolish around him, knowing that he was your boss and you’d have to speak to him multiple times a day, so it was about time you got ahold of yourself. However, this was easier said than done.
Baby steps, you reminded yourself. You didn’t need to go in and ask about his childhood. All you needed to do was knock on his door and ask if he’d like a coffee.
Taking a deep breath and straightening the material of your knee-length floral dress, you moved towards his office. The door lay open as if he was waiting for you, but quickly shaking your head, you knew your mind was playing fantasy tricks. The Sheriff sat behind his desk, a tall lamp over his shoulder, the only light fixture turned on as his eyes darted around the file in his hands.
Knocking three times gently on his door, you tried not to flinch as he looked up, the crease between his eyebrows smoothing as he smiled at your presence. “Would you like a coffee,  Sheriff?”
“Yes, please, Sugar” he smiled appreciatively, and you gave him a kind one in response, turning towards the kitchen area. As you switched on the coffee machine and waited for the water to warm, you arranged two cups on the countertop, and the anxious little voice in your head began to overthink the entire interaction. Sugar? Was he calling you a cute nickname, or was he asking for sugar in his coffee? How could you not know how the Sheriff likes to have his coffee already? You’ve been working for him for seven days already; this should have been the top three things you should know as the secretary.
So lost without your thoughts, you hadn’t heard his footsteps following behind you until he asked you a question, but your squeal in fear drowned out what he was asking as you quickly spun on the spot. In doing so, your elbow caught one of the coffee cups that fell off the side and smashed on the floor.
Your eyes widened in fear as you instantly were on your knees, reaching for the tiny shards that once created a cup. “I’m so sorry, Sheriff! I’ll pay for this, I promise. I wasn’t looking where I was going with my clumsy arms and-”
“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Darlin’, it’s only a cheap coffee cup, there’s no need to fret. Here, let me pick that up; I don’t want you accidentally cutting yourself now”.
Lee tried to take the shards of the cup from your palm, but you shook your head, “No, Sir. I’ll clean it. It’s my mess; I’m really sorry. I’m never usually this clumsy, I promise.”
“Sweetheart, it’s fine! But I must insist you give me those pieces before you hurt yourself”.
He was so close to you that you could feel his warmth as his fingers wrapped beneath yours and tilted what you had collected into his hand. Looking at him through your lashes with shame, embarrassment, and guilt, you were about to thank him when a sharp pain cut through your knee as you moved positions. “Thank you, Sheriff, I- ow!”
Both of your eyes lowered to your knee as you sat back onto the balls of your feet, lifting your dress and knee to see a portion of the broken cup had lodged into your skin, partially sticking out, and blood already leaking down your shin.
“Careful! Let’s get you in the light better. I’ve got you, put your arms around my shoulders”. The pain was increasing, which only meant you were half paying attention. All you knew was that you didn’t want to move your leg, but the Sheriff was in front of you, moving your hands for you until they rested on his uniform-covered shoulders.
As he stood, his arms wrapped around your waist, helping you to stand on one leg and then hop over to the table in the centre of the kitchen area. When your arse was brushing against the solid wood, his hands once more lowered to your hips, where he was able to lift you until you were sitting on the surface.
Even with your pain, your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment at his touches. Having him so close, you could smell the reminisce of his aftershave that he’d put on in the morning hour. It had an underlying spice scent while also remaining sweet, like vanilla. Then there was the searing heat remaining on your waist and hips from where his hands had touched; it was as if his hands had burned through your clothes altogether with the lasting impression that they had left.
The Sheriff had rushed to find the first aid box beneath the kitchen sink and was standing before you a second later; his eyebrows furrowed like they had been before you interrupted his reading. The table was positioned directly beneath the kitchen light so the two of you could see the extent of the damage. The shard wasn’t as deeply embedded as you’d first thought, but enough blood had flowed that a streak of red now pathed down your leg and pooled in your sock.
The sight instantly made you feel as if you were on a boat. Nauseous and dizzy as you swayed slightly. “Woah, ok, so you aren’t a fan of blood. Just look at me, Sweet, or better yet, lean on my shoulder and look in the other direction. That’s good; now, take some deep breaths. I don’t want you passing out on me, alright?”
You weren’t able to respond with the fear that you might vomit on your new boss, so you just followed his instructions. First, by looking up into his handsome, welcoming face and then leaning your cheek onto his shoulder, looking away from the mess running down your leg. As you continued to feel light-headed, Lee held his arms around your waist, his thumb stroking in gentle circles that helped to ground you at the moment, his touches once again causing warmth to bloom wherever he was, from the hands-on your body to the shoulder against your cheek.
Long minutes go past as you breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to regain any sort of control over your traitorous body. Feeling strong enough to have some composure, you realised, to your horror, that you’d been gripping onto his biceps like your life depended on it.
Releasing him with a gasp, your face tilted to look up at him. “I’m so sorry!”
“Why are you apologising? You’ve not done anything wrong” he tried to calm you with a soft stroke of your cheek with the back of his fingers, and it felt as if all air seemed to be sucked from your lungs. Lee smiled down at you before turning serious, “Why don’t you continue to lean on my shoulder, and I’ll clean your leg up?”.
Nodding your head as words seemed to fail from your mind at all the intimate touches that had passed between you and the Sheriff, you leaned your face against his cheek, looking away from the direction of your pained knee that had now turned into a deep throb of pain.
“You’re shaking, Darlin’. Just hold onto me; everything’s going to be just fine. You won’t need stitches from the looks of it. I’m just going to clean you first, then I’ll take out the shard”. Once more, you nodded your head in response and mentally screamed at the fact that you weren’t shaking because of the injury or the light-headed sensation but because you were nervous about being close to him.
Lee rummaged through the first aid box next to you and then began to clean the blood off of your leg. “How are you finding it here in Knockemstiff?” the Sheriff asked casually, trying to make small talk and distract you.
“I’m really enjoying it, sir; everyone’s been so welcoming and friendly”, you responded after a shaky breath, hands moving to grip the edge of the table so you refrained from grabbing onto him.
“Good. Do you live alone, or did your family move with you?”
Your entire body felt as if it was floating with the overwhelming emotions going through your body with having the Sheriff’s hand running up and down your leg; occasionally, his fingertip would brush against the skin directly, and you had to bite your lip to stop an embarrassing squeak from coming out of your mouth. “I live alone. My family live on the other side of the country. It’s just me”.
The hand on your leg paused momentarily before continuing towards your knee. “Pretty girl like you all by yourself? I don’t like the sound of that”, he mutters, almost so faintly that you weren’t sure if he had intended for you to hear it or not, but it had the desired effect anyway as your body involuntarily shivers.
Your tongue suddenly felt like it was made of lead as you responded, “It can be a little scary, but at least I know I’ve got a protector like you looking after the town, Sheriff”.
The shoulder you were leaning on shifted backwards as Lee tilted his body so that he could look down at you. You couldn’t understand the expression he was portraying; his eyes were unfathomably dark in the bright, overhanging light, and they seemed to be tracking every little movement of your face. “Of course, Sweet. I’ll always be here to protect you”.
“Ow!”
“There, the worst is over with now”. You had been so distracted with mesmerising his face this close, particularly the shape of his lips, that you hadn’t noticed that he had gripped the object in your knee, pulled it out and then quickly covered the cut in his wipe. “Sorry, I’m just going to move a little close to look at the damage”, he explains whilst shifting forward. In doing so, he pushed between your legs, causing them to spread further and him to be flush against your body.
Your mouth dried, fingernails digging into the wood. You’d only ever had one man this close to you before, and that was your ex-boyfriend, who you’d thought was the love of your life, allowing intimacy to occur because you were meant to be together forever. Then, one day, he decided he wanted that with the neighbour instead. This was the main reason for you moving across the country, but now, having the Sheriff this close felt both scandalous and yet safe, trusting your new boss as he was only helping you.
Deciding to believe this, you leaned further against him, but in doing so, your thigh pressed against something in his pocket. Assuming it was his gun, you didn’t see the need to move away from him and remained close, savouring the warmth he was providing you.
Maybe you were tired and somewhat delirious still from the current events, but it took you much longer than it should have to realise that the Sheriff’s hips were moving against your thigh, causing the sensitive skin to chaff. Your eyes had been closed but soon snapped open as your posture straightened.
Your mouth opened and then closed as you struggled to decide what to say. The hardness that was stroking against your thigh was definitely not his gun, which you realised should have poured fear through your soul, but your traitorous body reacted in another way as warmth bloomed in your panties and core.
Before you could react further, the Sheriff was moving away, “All done. You’re as good as new, Darlin’”. 
The warmth of his body stepped back as he moved to dispose of the bloody wipes and wrappers from the bandaid that now lay across the small cut on your knee. You inspected the area, mainly as a distraction so you didn’t have to look up at the Sheriff, worried that he’d see the glassy-eyed expression etched across your face or that you would see the bulge that had just been pressing against you.
“I think it’s about time we called it a night. How about I drive you home?” he suggested from across the room.
“Ye-yeah. You don’t have to drive me home, though, Sheriff. I only live down the road; I can just walk”.
As you were about to jump down from the table, he was in front of you again, that crease returning between his eyebrows as he looked at you disapprovingly. His hands rested next to yours on the table's edge as he leaned his weight on them, lowering himself so the two of you were now at eye level. “Now I won’t be having that. I’m not letting such an innocent-looking girl walk around in the middle of the night. You don’t know who is watching in the shadows. Go and get your coat; I’ll wait by the door”.
You gave him a thankful smile and embarrassingly squealed as his hands returned to your hip, and he pulled you off the table and back onto your feet. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you ran to your desk, trying to tidy it quickly before grabbing your coat.
Ever the gentleman, Lee held the station's door open, as well as his cruiser's passenger door open for you to get into his car. It felt odd for you to be in the front of the police car but also thrilling in a strange sort of way, and some naughty part of your brain couldn’t wait to get home so you could get the frustrations out of your body with the head of the shower between your legs.
Giving the Sheriff directions to your home, you both drove in a comfortable silence. However, being so close to him, in the contained metal box of his car, your wandering eyes kept slipping back towards him. Not only were you staring at his face, but your eyes dipped to his crotch. You would internally use the excuse it was to see if it was his gun, but this was strapped to the side of his hip, and yet, the bulge was still very evidently there.
“Do I have something on my face?” he asked innocently, rubbing his chin as your face scorched with heat; having been caught, you couldn’t find the courage to talk, so you shook your head and kept your eyes out the window.
Thankfully, the ride home didn’t take long, and he was pulling into your drive. The Sheriff looked intently at your house and the surrounding area that didn’t have many street lights as it was a private area. The trees loomed high, causing the space to look even more intimidating with shadows and darkness.
“Thank you so much for the ride home, Sheriff and for helping me with my knee. I promise I’ll buy the station a new cup. Anyway, you get home safe”. One hand on the door handle, your other was quickly gripped by Sheriff, halting your movements to leave his car as your head snapped to look at him with a confused frown.
“I don’t like you being out here by yourself. Just for my own sanity, do you mind if I do a quick check of the property? I don’t think I’d be able to sleep once I’m home to know I’ve not properly checked that you were safe”.
A gentle smile replaced your confusion as you nodded your head for him to do so, appreciating the help to make you feel safe. The two of you approached the front door, with the Sheriff helping to illuminate the way with his flashlight.
Once inside, you were quick to turn on the lights, thanking your past self for having decided to clean yesterday so it wasn’t in an embarrassing state for when your boss entered and searched the property. You waited patiently in the living area, listening to him walk throughout the house and checking behind doors that the windows and locks were secure.
“Sheriff, would you like a drink?” you shouted up the stairs.
“A coffee if you’d be so kind”, he responded quickly, and you were quick to move into the kitchen and place the pot on the stove, heating the water to a boil. You were still fresh to moving in and had already forgotten where you’d left the cups, and to your dismay, for some ungodly reason, you’d placed the nicer ones at the very top of the cupboard.
Straining onto your tip toes, you cursed yourself to hell for leaving the fancy cups so far away and the stepping stool in the other room as you tried your best to try and reach them. Just as they were a fingertip away, a solid, warm body entirely pressed against your back, and a giant hand collected the two cups and placed them on the counter in front of you.
“Than-Thank you, Sheriff”. You couldn’t help the stammer with having him practically on top of you, pushing firmly against your back so that your stomach ached from being forced into the kitchen side.
“It’s my pleasure, Sweet”, he replied with a tone you’d never heard before, low but authoritative. Before you could contemplate it any further, he shifted, and the bulge that you had once been against your thigh was now pressing against your lower back. You weren’t even breathing with the thoughts spiralling through your mind, anticipation and arousal returning with such a blow that you visibly shivered. The warm breath of the Sheriff then caressed the skin of your neck as he lowered his face. “I saw you staring at me in the car, those pretty doe eyes looking at their Sheriff in such a naughty way”.
Your mouth opened, prepared to try and defend yourself in a way you weren’t actually sure how, but his arms resting on either side of you, further trapping you in place, had any words dying on the tip of your tongue. “It’s fine, Darlin’. I was looking too. You’re just so damn breathtaking; all I’ve wanted to do this week is eat you right up”.
A mewl slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered close and his nose brushed against your jaw. Lee smiled, hearing the pathetic noise, his body rutting against yours in response, “I know you want it too. I could feel how warm your arousal was as I was cleaning your knee, all flushed between those legs of yours. You just need someone to look after you, don’t you, Sweetheart?”
You were losing your mind, more whimpers bubbling from your chest as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, head tilting away to expose more of your neck for him. The Sheriff chuckled darkly, his lips skimming over your cheek as the two of you slowly rocked into one another, swaying on the spot.
You knew you should stop this before it escalated any further. He was your boss. Your Sheriff and you were sure it was somewhere in your contract that this sort of relationship shouldn’t form, but he was just so breathtaking, and you felt needy and lonely.
“Tell me you want this. I want to hear you say it”, he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips into your body still.
You spoke with the most confidence you could muster at that moment, “I want you, Sheriff Bodecker, I want this - please give it to me!”
He didn’t respond verbally at first. The Sheriff simply removed the water from the stove, turning off the heat. The chest against your back vibrated as he hummed his approval, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw. “Good girl. Now open those legs for me. Is this your first time?”
You swallowed audibly, widening your stance and spreading your legs, still using Lee as a support to keep you upright as you shook your head. “No, me and my ex-boyfriend, we…” your words trailed off, not finding the courage to say what you were both referring to.
Lee laughed against your cheek as he began to fumble with the skirt of your dress, lifting it at the back and gathering it around your waist. “Fucked? That’s what you wanted to say, isn’t it? My sweet girl isn’t as innocent as she looks”, he taunts whilst pulling your panties down your legs until you’re stepping out of them.
A faint buzz began to pound in your ears as he continued to hold your jaw so that you couldn't look over your shoulder at what he was doing with his other hand. However, the zipper noise that creaked through the thick atmosphere informed you of his actions. You were breathing heavily through your gaped-open mouth, knuckles aching with how badly you were clutching onto the countertop.
This was really happening. Your boss was going to fuck you against the kitchen cupboards after only knowing you for a week. How did it even go from finishing paperwork to this? You weren’t able to contemplate anymore as Lee lewdly spat into his hand and moved in between your bodies, smothering the tip of his cock with his spit, and then he was pushing up against you once more.
You jolted at the presence of his cock between your legs, fumbling to find its home, pressing between your soaked folds as Lee sucked in a quick breath. “So wet for me already. Do you really like you Sheriff that much?”
“Yes, sir”, you answered, sounding downright pathetic and needy as you tried to move your hips to help him find where you wanted him most, but his hard body kept you firmly in place.
Finally, he nudged at your entrance and wasted no time pushing within. You cried out as his thickness began to stretch you open thoroughly and deeply. Inch and inch delved between your folds as you savoured the delectable burn that came with his cock. You should have anticipated his size, considering the bulge that you’d been feeling and staring at it, but you couldn’t help but rise onto the tips of your toes as he pushed in further until both of your hips slotted together.
“Lord, you’re tight”, he praised gruffly, holding you tight enough that it was sure to cause bruises, but you didn’t care as you were completely under his control. “Bet you taste good too”. Without any warning, he eased the pressure of his body back for a moment to allow space for his hand that wasn’t gripping your face to delve down the front of your body and press against your throbbing clit, gathering the slickness onto his fingers. You gasped frantically at the stimulation and then groaned at the loss as his hand moved to his mouth, and you were praised with the beautiful noise of him moaning as he licked your juices from his fingers. “Fuck, I was right, you taste so damn good I just know I’m going to be addicted to you. Why don’t you have a taste, Darlin’”.
Your clit was being pressed on by his wet fingers once more, and then he was shoving them into your already open more which he kept open with the hand around your jaw. With your need to please him, you sucked hungrily at the three fingers wedged between your teeth, tasting the saltness of your slick and the uniqueness of his saliva.
Both of his hands remained there as he finally began to pull out and then slammed back in, causing burning pleasure to burst between your legs. Lee rested his forehead against the side of your face as he began to roughly fuck into you, keeping you entirely still with the way he had you pinned to the cupboards.
You’d never felt pleasure like this before; each thrust of his cock was never-ending euphoria, tightening and wetting your cunt. You continued to suck his fingers, using them as some kind of crutch so that you didn’t lose control completely, even though you were moaning incessantly.
Your hands moved to grip his wrists, your nails now embedded into his skin and causing crescent-shaped marks. Lee growled at the spark of pain, using this to motivate his harsher fucking movements until his hips were a blur of in and out.
The moans you were producing increased in pitch and desperation as you could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening at an alarming pace. The Sheriff could feel you becoming tighter around him as he groaned, biting the lobe of your ear that sent hot pain down your throat.
“You gonna cum for me, Sweet? Why don’t you cum on my cock, and I’ll give you what you really want” his words were promising, and you were too far gone to understand the implications behind his words.
Somehow, Lee fucked you even harder until there was no holding back anymore, and you came with a gush of fluid seeping down your thighs and screams that were muffled by the fingers in your mouth.
“That’s a good girl, feel so good trying to milk my cock. Let’s give you what you want, gonna fill you up so damn good”. As your eyes rolled back, the fingers disappeared from your mouth, causing a string of spit to drip onto your chin as Lee pressed his wet hand against the cupboard above your head, using it to hold onto so he could fuck you at a brutal pace until he was cursing, baritone grunts echoing around the kitchen as he came.
The extra fluid flooded out of your hole, joining the mess that already coated your thighs as Lee’s softening cock slipped out. Neither of you moved, though, taking these precious moments to try and catch your breath and come down from the incredible high.
Apprehension started to fill your consciousness as you feared what was to come after this, so tentatively, you asked gently, “Please don’t leave me tonight”.
You wanted him to stay; you needed to feel his warmth and know that you hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of your life. Lee kissed the underside of your jaw, “Don’t worry, Darlin’, I’m not going anywhere”.
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party
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“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders.  He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl.  Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”
“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue.  He gave his friend another smirk.  He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it.  She’s cute!  She knows she’s my date, right?”
“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms.  Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands.  The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class.  She’s never been to a Rho party either.”
“I’m Meegan!”
“Lee.”
“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”
“Yeah,” he grinned.  She smiled.  He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”
“Sure!” she smiled.  Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped. 
But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone.  Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up.  Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. 
And when he turned around once more, he noticed her.  His brow furrowed. 
Why was she here?
Lee felt nervous.  Protective even. 
Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door.  She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee.  When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face.  He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place. 
He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly.  His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’  Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance.  When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness?  What are you doing here?  Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”  
“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily.  He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded.  It was light an airy while sounding sultry.  She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it.  I-I thought maybe you might need it.  I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”
His bear rumbled happily in his head.
Omega was thinking about us.
Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands.  His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers.  She chirped, then blushed and looked away. 
“Thank you, sweetness!  But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked.  She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”
She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.
“I-I’m sorry alpha.”
“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him,  “You should stay!”
Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”
“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun.  Enjoy the party!”
“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”
He smiled when her words tapered off.  She looked around the party.  It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”
Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”
“Never been to a party?”
She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer.  Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm. 
She’s a koala.  It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.
“No…”
“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid.  She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist.  He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house.  Talk to some of my brothers.  They’re great guys.  They’ll take care of you.  Go have fun, omega.”
“A-are you sure?”
He nodded, “yeah…”
He didn’t sound sure.  Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure.  There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party.  He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night.  He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala.  But he knew he couldn’t. 
So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup.  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist. 
Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes.  He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.
Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her.  Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved.  She was always so timid and focused on work.  It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.
It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors.  He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while.  She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye.  He knew that.  She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.
“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”
“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them.  He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around.  Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos.  Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”
A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach. 
Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos.  She was an innocent little thing. 
No, not his sweetness.  Not unless she’d been given something.  Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor. 
Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together.  He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts.  And his heart stopped when he saw her.  His little sweetness.
She was up there with his brothers.
The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh.  Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties.  Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side. 
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother.  He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”
“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips.  He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open.  Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s.  Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker.  We’re doing this for you.  Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson.  Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no.  The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”
Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers.  She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee. 
“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg.  Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg.  His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down.  I wanna feel you, Lee.”
“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed.  He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style. 
“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”
She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker.  She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station.  She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party.  You fucking pricks!”
“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled.  He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”
Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee.  His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though?  Right?  Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”
Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala?  This is sweetness?”
Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use.  She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground.  She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm.  She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station?  THIS?  She’s here?  Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming?  That this was her?  Why wasn’t she with you?”
“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman.  He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland.  Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily.  She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild.  When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face.  He growled, “what did you give her.”
“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”
Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze.  She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch.  And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”
“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”
She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again.  He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans. 
“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”
Lee only growled in response.  The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance.  Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent.  Instantly he was salivating.  Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.
Her scent.
It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could. 
“Alpha!” she chirped once again.  Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck.  Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again. 
Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat.  He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff?  Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.” 
“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.
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nickfowlerrr · 10 months
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for the hope of it all.
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pairing: greedy!lee bodecker x curvy!reader
warnings: angst. bit of fluff. mentions of reader x arvin and lee x wife. little flashback to pregnant reader. uhhh, there’s a baby. if i’m missing something important please feel free to let me know.
also lmk if i should tag this as dark!lee please bc i can’t decide if it needs it or not.
words: 3.2k
notes: my first written fic for my writing event. i spun the wheel and got greed and then spun another wheel and got lee and a few hours later here we are lol. please let me know what you think! comments and feedback are so, so appreciated. thank you in advance to everyone who reads and reblogs. 🖤
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“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea as the stray tear you’d been fighting to keep at bay finally slipped down your cheek.
You were quick to wipe it away, shaking your head and looking away from the gaze of the man before you. The smirk that graced his face was the whole reason you had refused to let yourself cry, despite wanting to break down the moment he’d knocked on your door.
You’d just set Teddy in his crib, watching him a moment as the newborn slept peacefully, his tiny breaths and little movements making your heart clench.
You never knew you could love someone so much until you had him. Despite the pain and all the hardships that you’d faced from the day you met his daddy, as you watched Theodore, you were sure you wouldn’t change any of it if it meant never having had him.
You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a car pull up the drive. You didn’t check the window, sure you knew who it was already as you went to greet him.
Before you were even halfway down the steps, an unnecessarily loud pounding sounded from the front door.
You were startled for a second, brows furrowing as you rushed down the last few steps to open it before whoever it was could pound again and wake the baby.
You were sure now, though, it definitely wasn’t Arvin. He’d never be so careless to knock that loudly, even if he’d left his key and was locked out.
When you pulled the door open in a bit of a huff, your breath froze in your chest.
As you met the hard blue eyes of the man you’d been avoiding for the past 11 months, you weren’t sure what to do. So, you stayed as you were, blocking his view of the house as you pulled the door more closely to your body and watched him. You wouldn’t speak first. You weren’t sure you could.
“Been a while, darlin’.” He greeted, though his words were cold and stiff, as if he was trying to hold in the anger you could see raging in his eyes.
You swallowed hard. “How can I help you, Sheriff?” you asked, ignoring his comment.
He scoffed as he looked down on you. “That’s how you wanna do this, sugar? Fine,” he said before shoving his way into the house.
You were in shock as he pushed past you, your first instinct to yell at him was held back by the knowledge that your baby was asleep just up the stairs.
“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just barge in here because you’re police,” you nearly seethed as you follow him while he walked further in, going toward the kitchen while he looked around the place.
He spun on you at your words and stopped you in your spot. “Honey, I can do whatever the hell I want. Because I’m the sheriff,” he snarled in your face before he backed up just the slightest. He adjusted his belt as he stood to his full height and licked his teeth, trying to compose himself.
“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you, sweetheart,” he started, your heart dropping instantly. “That boyfriend a’yours seems to have gotten himself into some trouble downtown.”
Your mouth went dry as you stared at him dumbly. “No,” you shook your head. “Arvin wouldn’t do anything to get into any kind of trouble. What are you- what are you talking about?” you tried to stay calm, but the stutter was surely telling enough.
“Down at the shop,” he began, taking his time, seemingly enjoying the sight of your anxiousness written all over your face, “he had some words with Levi. Guess the kid made a comment about his girl. Imagine my surprise to find out that girl was you,” he detoured.
“What happened,” you asked pointedly, all while trying to keep your composure and your voice down.
“Well, Mr. Russell didn’t take too kindly to the things Levi said. Lost his temper. I’ll spare you the details, sweetheart. Long story short, Levi’s up at the hospital. Your little boyfriend is up at the jailhouse, waitin’ for his hearin tomorrow mornin’.”
You felt sick. This wasn’t Arvin’s first time in jail but you remember what he told you last time, the judge said one more strike and he’d be taken to county. Arvin wasn’t a bad man. He was one of the best men you’d ever known. But he did have a bit of a short fuse when it came to defending the people he loved. You’d known that since you were in school together. It was one of the things you’d always admired about him..
The one thing you were confused about right now though, was why in the hell Lee was here telling you this.
“Is he okay?” you asked quietly. The narrowing of Lee’s eyes as he looked at you, and the tick of his jaw at your question had your stomach twisting.
“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Look at you, all worried about him.”
“Lee,” you said.
“He’ll be fine,” he gruffed as he went into your fridge and took one of Arvin’s beers. You were in too much of a stupor to do or say anything about it, though.
As you watched him take a swig, your eyes finally fell on his bloodied knuckles.
You took a step back, as if he’d slapped you, somehow knowing exactly how he'd done that.
“What did you do?” you said, accusingly as you reached out and held onto the wall beside you.
“Told ya' I was surprised to hear the girl he was so concerned with, whose honor he needed to protect so badly, was you. I thought you were long gone, sweetheart. But when your name came up, I knew I’d been wrong. Knew you were somewhere out here. Took a bit to finally get him to tell me where you were, but,” he flexed his hand, “they all break in the end.”
You were seeing red at his words. He'd hurt Arvin, and for what? You couldn't let him do this, couldn't let him get to you so easily.
"You need to leave, Lee. Now. If I wanted you to know where I was, you would've. I told you I wasn't gonna wait around for you. You made your choice. So go," you said firmly as you could manage through your tight throat.
You stayed still as he set the bottle down on the counter, stalking over to you. You only blinked when he was right in front of you as you took a shaky breath in and out.
"My choice was you," he said as he pinned you against the wall, his arms trapping you. But you weren't scared. Just solemn. The hurt that never went away radiating in your soul.
"...No, it wasn't," you refuted, voice quiet as you shook your head, looking him in the eye. "It was the job. It was her. You just wanted me to be your good little whore on the side," you continued, disgusted with him and yourself, thinking about the times you let him touch you. The times you gave yourself to him. You should have known from the beginning. Maybe a part of you always did. The only way you'd get your happily ever after was if Lee chose to give it to you.
Lee Bodecker was a selfish, greedy man. He wanted it all, he didn't want to choose. But he had. Whether he acknowledged it or not, he made his choice. As much as it hurt, you had to accept that it wasn't you.
"You know that ain't fuckin' true," he snarled, holding your chin tightly in his hand as you looked up at him. His voice softened as he looked back at you. "I meant all I said to you, darlin'. I love you," he said as he pressed his forehead to yours. "If you'da just been patient," he breathed hotly, "we'd be together right now. I'da got rid of her, just like I told you I would."
The pain slipping into his voice was like daggers in your heart. You wanted so badly to believe him, but you were always told how gullible you were. Especially with Lee, you'd buy into anything he said if he said it prettily enough.
You had known you had to leave town, get away, or else you'd just run right back to him, or he'd find you and convince you to stay. You told everyone you were leaving, making sure word got around, and it did. He was too preoccupied in his campaign to bother doing anything about it, or maybe he just didn't believe you'd actually go. You weren't sure which it was.
You had enlisted the help of Arvin to assist you in packing, he had always been a good friend to you and wanted to do whatever he could. The last day you were packing away, though, you got another bout of morning sickness in front of him.
It was like Arvin knew before you did that you were pregnant. But he never left. He was there for you. Held you when you cried, assured you everything would be okay as you spilled your heart out to him, telling him everything. Instead of moving out of town like you had planned, you moved in with Arvin.
Time seemed to pass you by so quickly from then on. One day Arvin was holding your hair back for you as you emptied your stomach into his toilet, and the next he was holding your hand as you pushed through tears of pain and heartbreak while you delivered your baby in the next town over.
When the nurse had taken Teddy, you were an inconsolable mess of guilt and heartache. Arvin was right there with you, had been from the very start, but he wasn't Lee.
You were crying because Lee should have been there, should have been the one holding your hand and wiping your tears, you should have told him that you were having his baby. The guilt was crushing. Not only for having kept your pregnancy from him, but because the man who stayed beside you the entire time deserved so much better than a broken girl who was still in love with the man who broke her heart. It wasn't fair to any of you.
And then the nurse came back over, holding a blue swaddled bundle in her arms. You timidly took your baby as she handed him over to you and the second you laid your eyes on him, all thoughts just went away. The only thing you could focus on was this precious little life you held in your arms. And though your tears kept flowing, they were of overwhelming joy as you looked down at your sweet Teddy.
Teddy.
You heard him cry and your eyes went wide as Lee kept his hold on you.
Another cry as you swallowed thickly, sure your face was full of desperation as you surveyed Lee.
His brows furrowed as he looked in the direction of the living room, dropping his hand as he moved closer to the noise.
You scurried past him, stopping him from starting up at the stairs.
"Lee," was all you could manage to say.
He looked at you incredulously. "That a baby cryin' up there?" he asked rigidly.
You couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do. Your guilt was written clear as day on your face as you pouted at him, watering puppy dog eyes pleading with him, for what you weren't sure.
"I'll say this once, then I'm not gonna be nice about it, darlin'. Either answer me or get outta my way."
Still no words could form on your tongue. When he stepped to get up the stairs, you let him pass you before turning around and quickly following him.
Lee followed the sound of the newborn cries up to the nursery. When he got to the door, you watched as he took a steadying breath before he pushed in, like he was readying himself for the sight he knew he'd be met with.
He walked slowly to the crib where Theodore was laying, crying for attention.
Lee's mouth was agape as he looked down at the baby.
Two pairs of brilliantly blue eyes staring back at one another.
You knew Lee knew instantly, there was no denying it. Teddy was his mini me. He looked exactly like his father.
You watched as Lee carefully reached down and took Teddy in his big arms, holding him safely and smiling down at him as Teddy calmed in his hold.
Your nose was tingling and it took everything in you not to burst into tears at the sight.
"What's his name?" Lee asked in a hushed tone.
"Theodore," you answered just as softly.
Theo's baby garbling had Lee laughing as he cooed down at his son. You swore you could see the gleam in Lee's eyes as he watched him.
After a sniff and a clearing of his throat, Lee's gaze shot back to you. Accusatory and angry, his hurt underlining all of it.
"You had my baby, and were just gonna keep 'im from me?"
"No, no I- I was gonna. Gonna tell you. I wanted to, I just didn't know.." you trailed off, wringing your hands.
"Didn't know what?"
"How," you answered. "Didn't know how to. Didn't know how you'd react. Wasn't entirely sure you'd want to know."
"You think I wouldn't want to know that I have a kid?" he asked harshly. You took a step to him, holding your hand out instinctively to remind him that he had the baby in his arms.
"You're married, Lee. You're holding public office. I know you well enough to know that you don't want anything to mess with that. I don't think having a child with someone other than your wife would be looked on too favorably."
"I told you I'd get rid of her," he said again, lowly. "I will."
"Lee, please," you said, exasperated. "I'm sorry. I am. I should have told you, you had a right to know, but I can't do this with you. That's why I left. I do love you," you said brokenly, "I've never stopped. But I can't live my life just waiting for you to call when you want me. And I won't let you do that to Theo, either. He deserves a father who's around, who puts him as a priority,"
"Oh, and you think he'll have that with Arvin?" he challenged. "I wouldn't be too sure, sweetheart. Those charges really have a way of addin' up. Who knows how long of a sentence he'll be gettin' tomorrow."
You couldn't help but stress at his words. You knew some of what Lee had done before, and you know what he'd be willing to do now, to get his way. If he wanted Arvin put away, there wouldn't be anything you could do to stop it from happening.
You may not have been in love with Arvin, but you did love him. He was your best friend; you don't know what you'd be doing or even where you'd be right now if it weren't for his help and care. He didn't deserve to be punished for your mistakes; you couldn't let that happen.
"Why would you do that?" you asked, hurt lacing your voice. "What do you want from me, Lee?"
"You ain't dumb, honey. You know what I want," he said easily as he rocked Theo lightly while he gripped onto his daddy's finger, his big blue eyes falling closed as he drifted back to his peaceful sleep. Lee's blazing blue orbs met yours once more. "I want you. I want this, all a this with you, and him,” he said, sparing another glance to his baby boy.
“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea. "You can’t - He needs something stable. Real."
Lee assessed you for a moment before shaking his head with a slight scoff and a smirk. "This is real, darlin'. I'll give you both what you deserve. I just need a little time, that's all," he said as he set Theo back down in the basinet before turning back to you. "Can't make you my wife while I'm still married, but I'll get that taken care of quick. Then you and the baby can get settled in at home, we can finally be together. Just like we always talked about," he continued, taking your hands in his and pulling you in. "Havin' a family," he brought his hand up to tilt your face up to his, brushing his lips against yours. And you let him.
"And it'll be good for reelection next year, too. People like a family man."
You cringed and pulled away at that. At least you tried to, Lee's hold not let you get far at all.
"Don't be like that, darlin'. Come on, you know it'll be good for all of us. We can be happy," he said as his knuckles brushed your cheek.
The touch reminded you, "What about Arvin?"
"What about 'im?" he asked uninterested.
"You'll let him go," you state, grabbing his hand.
"I will," he agrees, "soon as you two are all moved in with me, I'll make sure he's released. Can't have you trying to run off on me again. I won't let you go so easy this time."
You swallowed back the cry that wanted to be let free as you looked at him. You hated that Arvin would have to suffer while you wait on Lee to keep his word. But what else can you do.
"How long?" you ask brokenly, eyes drifting over to the crib. "I can't do this alone."
"Won't be long, sweetheart. She's already been on her way out. A week, two tops. And you won't be alone. If you think for a minute I'd ever not be around for my child, you're outta your mind. If I’d a known sooner, I,” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I'll come over every night, check on ya both. You need somethin', you tell me. I'll show you I can take care'a you two better than that boy ever could."
Sweet words. Always so sweet coming from his lips. Your heart aches, for a million different reasons, as you let Lee come closer, pressing his lips to yours before his arms find their way around your frame.
And just like that, after nearly a year of not giving in to the temptation to see him, he has you once more, so easily. He gets what he wants. Just like he always does. Like he always will. You wonder briefly if it will ever be enough. You're not sure you want to know the answer.
"You've got no idea how much I've missed you, darlin'," he whispers against your lips. "Thought about you every damn day."
You feel the tears as they slip down your cheeks, a wave of relief falling over you under his touch, but the guilt still remains... It's just not enough to make you stop him. Not enough to want him to stop.
And the hope for your promised happily ever after renews in your heart. Because maybe you’ll finally get it, just how you pictured, with Lee by your side, starting your own little family.. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.
Lee Bodecker may be a selfish and greedy man.
But maybe you're no better.
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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡
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♡ Series Pairing: Soft Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader
♡ Series Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.
♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+
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⇨ Chapter One
→ He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.
⇨ Chapter Two
→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.
⇨ Chapter Three
→ coming soon.
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grugruel · 4 months
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Wicked Game
Pairings: cop!bucky x f!reader
MDNI/NSFW
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Summary: An out of control college party gets crashed by cops, someone tattled, and a cop chase ensues.
The chief is an old friend of your family, who you'd always had a crush on.
Thinking he's harmless, you talk back. But he can only hold back for so long.
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: reader is 20, pinv sex, rough sex, oral sex (m and f recieving), choking, uniform kink, sir kink, reader being bratty, bucky doing something about it!! edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, pet names (girl, doll), praise (yay), mentions of masturbation, slight marking, degrading ish? cum eating, creampie, power dynamic, some soft!bucky at the end.
AN: This is not a Lee bodecker fic! This is just regular, muscly cop!bucky.
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Blaring music and thumping bass fill an already crowded house, drunk daredevils otherwise inhabiting it.
God, my skull feels like it's about the cave in. The average college experience in other words.
I'd been drinking the least out of my friends, yet I felt the worst. They sat on the couch around me, trying the wide assortment of drugs that were splayed out in front of us. Littering the table along with various hard liqour bottles, all mostly empty.
Drugs arent my forte, but I wont nark them.
The party had only been going for an hour or so, I think? My lockscreen told me it was 2 in the night, holy shit? It had been 5 hours.
How the hell had no one called the cops yet? Little did I know, how badly I jinxed myself.
'Guys, Guys.' I lazily shrugged the shoulders of two of my friends sitting on each side of me, 'We- we, gotta go.'
'We're fine!' One of them drawled, splaying out on the couch.
I shook my head, head thumping in each bend, 'Theres literally. . .' I paused, searching tiredly for the right words, 'Uhm- No way! That the cops arent on their way here like, right now.'
'We've lasted this long.' The other said, shrugging his shoulders, grinning.
I groaned, 'Fine!' And threw my hands up in defeat, my friend observed me smugly. He held up some coke for me, raising his brows in question. To which I shook my head again.
A sharp alarm cut through the music, everyone groaned, heads complaining at the sound. I figured it was something with the sound system, but no.
I just had to jinx myself, remember?
As my ears adjusted to the sound, I realised. It's sirens, two or three. Cops.
'It's the fucking cops!' I shouted, alerting everyone. The music cut off, and the sirens clarified into the deafening sound of jail, or curfew. Depending on the cop. I was hoping and dreading the Chief in equal amounts, he could take it easy on me, or not.
I roused my friends, dragging them up from the couch and filtering them through the backdoor. Along with at least a hundred other people our age.
My attempts at freeing them had made me lag behind, one of my friends grabbed my arm, 'Come on!' She shouts, trying to pull me with them. But theres to many people between us and she loses her grip, swept away by the crowd.
The front door swings open behind me, and I freeze. Slowly turning around, I see a tall, broad shouldered figure standing silently observing the chaos from the doorway. He stepped inside, searching the crowd, and eventually. His eyes land on me.
'Give em' hell. Get the ones you can!' He barks the orders at his men, and then his eyes narrow in on me. Staring me down, 'And leave this one to me.' His words make my skin crawl, in fear of my parents finding out and possibly, excitement?
I wouldn't say no to punishment dealt by Chief Barnes.
His men rush past me out the backdoor, leading me to back up slowly. Placing the Coffee table between me and the Chief, securing myself somewhat.
Slowly, he stalks forward. A slanted smile growing with every step that he takes, making chills run up my spine. His uniform does him good I notice, shirt and pants sitting around his muscles perfectly. Belt and gun? Hot.
'Heeey, Buck.' I smile cheapishly, 'Fancy meeting you here.' Testing the waters, seeing what chances my charms have of easing the situation for myself.
He nods, raising his eyebrows in response and grins in spite, as if answering, "I'm sure it is" and "You're in deep fuckin shit now."
I laugh nervously and try again, 'I didn't know you enjoy college parties Buck? Or just, college girls?'
Amused, he steps closer, It's now only the table separating us. I step up on the couch behind me, desperately trying to make up for the space I'm losing. He puts his hands around his belt buckle, smirking. At least my incredibly funny self seems to have softened him.
He looks down, studying its content, then looks back up at me. His face turns displeased, undoing all my previous hard work to humour him.
I follow his gaze, looking at the table myself, and it dawns on me, 'No no no no!' I throw out in panic, 'Listen, Buck. . .'
'What could you possibly have to say-' he began and lowered his head, giving me a serious look, 'To get yourself out of this one?' referring to the table.
'I can think of a few things, I might have an ace in my sleeve.' I smirk. Metaphoricly speaking of course, my blouse does not have long sleeves.
He takes a firm step closer, a bemused look on his face, 'Ok Ok! It's not mine! It's not, mine.' I gesture to myself, then to the table in erratic motions. 'I'm an innocent bystander, I just sat on the couch. Never even touched the stuff.' I hold my hands up, palms out. As if it would stop him.
'Theres nothing innocent about you girl.' He tells me sternly, the corner of his lip tugging.
Stunned, there's a sudden flutter in my stumache.
Suddenly, the energy between us change. The tension grows and the look in his eyes turn hungry, like a hunter watching its prey.
'Pinky promise?' I ask, shrugging cheapishly.
He takes a few quick steps toward me, rounding the table. But I run to the end of the couch, making sure that the table is still between us. Butterflies surge through my body, giddy from excitement. This is the most fun I'd had all night. 'Buck, let's- lets be civil about this, alright? Let's just talk.' I giggle.
He chuckles, 'Oh, you think this is funny?'
Nodding, 'Kind of, yes. . .' I tease.
'We're far past talking.' He breathes, 'Had I been anyone else, had I not known your parents, you would've been in cuffs by now.'
My eyes turn mischievous, 'Whats stopping you?' I tilt my head, 'I assure you, I wouldn't mind.' And grin.
He chews the inside of his cheek, then charges, and I run, swivelling to avoid solo cups and various balloons on the floor. I hear his footsteps behind me, catching up. My agility is nothing compared to his raw muscle and speed, but I swerve into the kitchen, adrenaline kicking in. And manage to take cover behind the kitchen island.
Bucky grinds to a halt, slamming his palms into the counter, catching himself against it. Once again, im in safety. For a while at least.
'Youre gonna have to be faster than that.' I pant, grinning. He meets my eyes, pure animalistic tendencies behind them. The look on his face has me biting my lip, I couldn't wait for him to catch me. 'C'mon Chief.' I purr.
And somethings in his eyes ignite at the word, oh?
'Chief?' I test and he grunts, eyes glaring at me through his eyebrows. Naturally, I delve deeper, 'You feeling quite alright. . . Sir?'
He tilts his head with a jerk, then laughs 'You've done it now.' Those are warning words. Then he jumps, sliding over the counter.
'Holy shit!' I squeek as I take of running, narrowly avoiding his grasp. I run through the house with Bucky right on my heels, nothing but the the thrill of the chase keeping me going.
I run out by the backdoor, then stupidly enough, take a right. Into a garden, a fenced in garden. The high type of fence too. I regret my decision the second I see notice it, but its to late. Buckys steps slow behind me, and I slow to a stop myself as I come face to face with a dead-end. 'Oh, fuck me.' I breathe, absolutely exhausted.
'Famous last words, doll.' He cuckles between pants.
I turn around and smile through the pain, 'Ha ha! Funny guy. What. A funny. Guy.' I clench my teeth, sighing.
My eyes lock onto his frame, hands on his hips as he's catching his breath. Mesmerized I stare, men in uniform, huh? Im starting to see the appeal.
Slowly, he begins walking toward me, prowling like a tiger. He grabs hold of his belt, pulling it upward to adjust his pants.
God damn.
My uterus is aching, my entire body is aching. I would've drooled if I hadnt come to my senses, escaping. Right.
I make a break for it. In one quick motion, I turn around and jump. Grabbing hold of the upper ledge of the fence and pull myself up, my feet scrambling against the wood to find some sort of purchase. But im too slow, too focused. I didn't even hear him come up behind me, but I did feel his big hands on my waist.
He yanks me down and pushes me toward the fence, his body flush against my back. I gasp and he digs his fingertips into my waist, making sure I don't escape again. His touch makes me yearn for more, I want it deeper.
He levels his head with mine, leaning in close to my ear. Close enough to feel his hot breathing against the skin on my neck, 'I got you now.' He whispers, making my skin prickle with goosebumps and setting of a pulse deep below my stumache. But I wasn't willing to give up just yet. With my hands free, I pry his own from my waist and turn around, pushing him back by the chest.
Now. . . The intention was to push him hard enough to give me space to run past, but. . .
He barely budged, he grabbed my wrists and pushed me back against the fence, pinning my body between the wood and himself. Wrists in hand, he anchored my arms to my sides by grabbing onto the fabric of my skirt. Rouching it, he helt the flesh of my ass under his fingers.
I laugh nervously, 'You're not gonna tell mom and dad are you?'
He just chuckles, fuck im truly, in deep shit.
I try wriggling free from his grip, but he holds my wrists tighter, carefully slamming them into the fence above my head and leans against me. Leaving zero space for me to move, every curve of our bodies complete the others, I swear I can feel his bulge against my hip. He moves his face closer to mine, needing me to crane my neck upward to meet his eyes. When I do, a self-satisfied smile covers his lips. His face inches from my own, we were basically sharing one breath as his lips barely brush over mine. 'You gonna be a good girl for me and behave?' He asks, breathing heavily.
I whine, he can't possibly turn me on more. 'Depends.' I say.
''Yeah?' He practically whimpers.
I close the distance between our lips, but he pulls back and smiles, teasing me. I meet his eyes and we look at eachother intently, as if entranced, I cant break contact.
He lets go of my wrists and traces his hands down my arms, all the way down to my hands. Chills run amock over my body, I close my eyes and lean in again, but suddenly-
I hear a clasp, then another and I can just feel him smirk against me. My eyes go wide and I realise, 'You didn't.' glaring at him.
'I did.' He laughs, 'What made you think you were in a position to negotiate?'
I look down and sure enough, cuffs bind my wrists together. Shocked, my mouth falls open. I didnt even feel him reach for them.
He backs up and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. 'Could you at least let me off around the corner from our house?' I ask as we make our way toward his car, he glaces down at me but doesnt answer, 'So they dont see me get dropped off in a cruiser, you know?' He opens the front door for me, and helps me inside, 'And maybe avoid talking to them for a few weeks, you'd really be doing me a favor, Buck.' And without a word, he closes the door and walks around to his side. Getting in and driving off.
The first portion of the ride is silent, he'd done what he had to, to catch me. Damn.
Luckily for me though, the party was a long way from home. Meaning I have some time to devise a plan.
I look at my cuffs, carefully observing them. Hmm. . . I yank my hands apart, trying the strength of the schackles, hoping the sound would gather his attention.
This was a game of chance, a game of seduction and persuasion.
Gently, I tickle the skin on my upper knee, 'I really didnt do any drugs y'know.' tracing back and forth with my fingertips, acting somber. Then lay my hand flat against my thigh, squeezing it absentmindedly. Continuing with rubbing small, firm circles with my index finger into my skin and turn to look out of the window.
Bucky clears his throat. The reaction I was looking for, perfect.
I spread my legs slightly, letting my hands slide down either side of my thigh. Clasping them together underneath and slide them up along my thigh. The skirt catching on my cuffs, revealing more and more of my-
-his hand flies to my thigh, hooking the cuff over his thumb and squeezing my flesh. Keeping me from showing anything more. Fuck, my core is throbbing from that alone.
'Buck?' I ask innocently.
'Dont' he croaks, voice sounding pained.
'Sorry-' I pause, glancing at him carefully. His eyes are fixed sternly on the road, 'We could talk about this like adults you know, make a deal.' He squeezes my thigh harder, I lift one hand with the restricted movements of my cuffs and caress his fingertips, 'A real good deal, benefitial for the both of us' I suggest.
'You talk too much for your own good, girl.'
'I'm not quite sure what you mean, Sir?. .' I bite my lip as he looks over at me, meeting my eyes through my lashes. 'You wouldn't tell on me to my parents, would you?' I ask, giving him my best puppy eyes.
He looks away, sitting silently until the next exit comes up. He flashes his indicators and turn off the main road, parking in an empty clearing.
'You want a deal, doll?' He asks, looking straight ahead. Sliding the cuffs off his thumb as his hand travel downward, fingertips sliding under my skirt, knuckles brushing over my clothed clit. Lust flashes through my nerves, and I gasp.
'A deal, or you. Both sound good to me.' I whisper, on the edge of my seat. Eagerly awaiting his answer, waiting for him.
He looks back at me, meeting my eyes with a fiendish grin, 'Then put that big mouth of yours to use.' He orders.
Nodding enthusatically, I lean over. Unbuckling his belt and zip down his pants, I reach into his boxers and fuuuuck, my hands barely fit around him. I pull him out and pull my hands to my mouth, wetting my fingers before returning them. One hand carefully stroking small circles around his tip, while the other strokes him up and down in cylindrical motions along his shaft.
The chief of police bites his lip, muffling a whimper as I move faster, 'Uhh- mmm. .' He hums, 'Yes- yes, doll. Fuck. .' He stutters.
Such a strong man crumbling under the touch of a woman, it was turning me on like nothing ever has, the power I hold is surprising.
His fingers move under my panties and slide along my slit, making it my turn to moan. I Buck my hips to give him better access, and he dips his fingers inside me. Pumping them slowly as he's getting them wet, then slides up to my clit, circling around it. 'Holy-' I gasp, 'Shit.'
We buck our hips to the others touch, leaning against the other, shoulder to shoulder, temple to temple. Moaning breathely. Our lips finally meeting in a needy kiss, tounges moving with the rhythm of our bodies. 'Please, doll. Be a good girl.' He begs between our lips.
Fuck me, that heartbeat in my utherus spread in pulses through out my entire body.
I grin and pull back. Leaning over, I carefully lick the leaking cum off his tip clean, then take him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head, licking greedily. Tasting the salt of him. I push deeper, sucking his length into my mouth. The sloppy sounds of saliva and lips were vulgar inte the most intoxicating way. His hand continues massaging my clit while the other snakes into my hair, grabbing a fistful and aiding my movements. Helping me set merciless pace.
Bucky groans, our strokes growing in greed as we close in on our releases. He shoves two big fingers into my core, curling at just the right spot. Pleasure surge through me, leaving me to stuff my throat with his member, muffling a scream as I topple over the edge. I feel him come right after, my mouth filling with his seed and hearing his moan of completion. The bitterness of salt waa overwhelming to my tastebuds, I swallow what I can and pull myself off.
Leaving a sloppy mess around my mouth, I sit back and smile. Breathing heavily as I regain my strength, Bucky looks at me and laughs, 'You got something right here.' gesturing circles around his mouth, reffering to mine. I wide my mouth clean with my thumb and suck it off, Bucky smiles proudly at the sight. Then brings his own fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off of them.
Heat ignites within me once again.
Bucky cups my face with one hand and pulls me into a kiss. The tastes of eachother mixing, I can't quite tell what is what. But it's wonderful. Bucky pulls free and looks at me, I give him a hazy, expectant look. He strokes my cheek with his thumb and slides out of the car, walking around to my side. I furrow my eyebrows as he helps me out of the passenger seat. He pulls me to the hood of the car, pushing himself against me until the back of my legs hit the grill. He leans in and whispers against my ear, 'Still need to punish ya.' He drawls, a shiver running through my spine.
'Im begging you Chief.' I look at him thtough hooded, lustfilled eyes, 'Please punish me.' I groan, smiling.
His dick twitched at the word, making him close his eyes to keep his composure. Then suddenly bends down and finds purchase under my knees. In one swift motion, he pulls, and I fall back onto the hood, 'Wanting it defeats the purpose, doll.' He growls, then opens his eyes. But the sight before him makes him unravel.
Upperbody bent to the side in an effort to prop myself up on my forearms, thanks to my cuffs. Skirt over my hips and legs spread, core exposed and ready for him.
'Do you worst, please. Sir. . .' I whisper and grin.
His eyes snap to mine, and that "You're in for it now.' Expression returns, 'Fuckin brat.' He spits.
Then, he kneels. He fuckin kneels. A shiver runs up my spine a the sight, 'Some punishment, huh?' I ask, but he only smirks. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, and grabbing each thigh to keep them spread, then, without warning, he dives in.
I bite my cheek to stop myself from screaming, pulses of pleasure run through me like electric currents. He pushes his tongue inside me, feverishly licking at my juices, exploring my walls, burrying his face in my cunt. Nose pushing up against my clit, making my back arch deliciously. 'That all you can do?' I tease, grinding my hips against his nose, desperate to get some friction. But his eyes meet mine, glaring as he moves his hands to my hips, holding me steady.
He pulls back for a second, just to spit on my cunt, then hastily returning, chasing my clit. I gasp, burrying my cuffed hands in his hair, pulling him closer as I want more. Making him moan against me, his voice vibrating against my clit. My sight blurs from the pleasure, a knot tightening inside me 'More.' I beg, 'So close.'
His tongue slide out of me, and I whine. But he licks a stipe up my cunt and then attatches at my clit, sucking and nipping at my sensitivity. My body jolts, and I shut my eyes. 'You gonna cum?' He asks, voice muffled.
I can barely answer, pleasure overwhelming me as white specks my vision, 'Ye- yeah. . ' I moan, 'So close, ju- just like th-' I begin, about to reach my climax again, but suddenly.
He let's go, pushing himself off of my clit with on last lick and sits back on his heels, watching my unravel.
'No, please, Buck.' I squrim, whining at the loss of him. I try to pull him back, but he doesn't budge. 'I'm begging, please, please.' I whimper, closing my legs and pushing them together, moving my hips for any sort of friction to finish what he started.
'Mouthy brats dont get to cum.' He chuckles and grab my knees to pull them apart. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as the knot loosens again. In a last desperate effort, I pull my hands from his hair, burrying two fingers in me while my thumb rubs my clit. Just for a second, that exctatic feeling returns, blissful sparks ignite, until- he pushes his body between my legs to keep my thighs in place and grab my wrists, ripping them from my cunt. Then laughs, he laughs.
'Not funny.' I whimper.
'It is. . . Im not done even done yet.' He says, face glistening with my juices.
I fall back against the hood groaning, as the ache in my core reaches my bones. 'I need you so bad.' I whisper.
'What was that?' He asks.
'I need you. Buck please.' I whimper.
'Can't quite hear you, doll.' He mocks, hands squeezing tighter around my wrists.
'I fuckin need you inside me, ok?' I almost shout, 'Fuck me, hard. I'm begging, jus- just need you in me.'
'Yeah?' He laughs, standing up. Hooking his hands under my knees and slide me closer to him. His hand trace my skin to my waist, getting a tight grib. Then, in one smooth motion, he flips me to my stumache.
I can't help but gasp, 'Think you can act like a brat all night, and get away with it?' He asks, smaking my ass once. I yelp, the sting making my eyes water in the most delicious way. He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing on it slightly. His tip breeching.
'Please.' I whimper, muttering a string of curses. And without warning, he shoves himself inside. Again, I bite my cheek. Pleasure rolls through me, electrocuting every nerve. He grabs my hips, sinking his fingertips deep into my skin. Silently, I beg for them to leave bruises. Theres nothing hotter than a souvenir to remember him by.
He sets a hard pace, thrusting deeply. Pulling back almost all the way before forcefully pushing himself inside again, over and over. My brain doesnt function, I can't form words, all I can do is moan. The sound of slapping skin perfectly lewd in my ear. 'Harder Buck.' I request.
He leans down, grabbing my throat and pulling me flush against his chest, pushing his nose into my cheek, 'Yeah? This not enough for you?' He asks, grunting in my ear.
'Not enough, more.' I mewl.
His hand tightens his grip around my throat, cutting off just enough air to give me a dizzying euphoria. His other hands come down on my ass again, smacking hard as he thrusts deeper. Then re-grips your hip, using it to push and pull your, making our bodies come together even harder, 'Greedy girl, cant fuckn get enough huh?' He groans between breaths, hot against your skin.
I shake my head, the only answer I can manage as I feel my walls twitching, closing around him. He can feel it too, his hips stutter, throwing his thrusts of balance. He bites my ear, lightly tugging on it before kissing my cheek gently, then kissing down my neck.
A stark contrast to the rest of his movements, it's enough to make my head spin. It's almost too much. I feel the blinding pleasure threatening to spill inside me, 'You wanna cum girl?' He asks against the crook of my neck. I nod my head enthusiastically. 'Words doll, use your words.' He breathes.
'Ye- Yes, please.' I manage, 'Wanna cum so fucking bad, Chief.'
He grunts, hand slipping from my throat to my breasts, working them roughly. Palming, squeezing, pinching 'C'mon, cum for me doll.' He says between pants and immidietly, I topple over the edge. Pleasure blinding me as he continues thrusting, continues to assault my breasts. My body begins spasming, and my knees go week, 'Bucky. . . Fuck-' I groan, but he holds me up. All my senses feel like they're about to burst as he prolongs my orgasm, stretching it out in an exhuastingly wonderful way. He bites down on my shoulder, squeezing my breasts, muffled grunts escaping him as his own body spasms and his thrusts halt, his member finally filling me with seed.
He collapses on top of me as we catch our breaths, im so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
I close my eyes for a second, but doesnt register Bucky pushing himself off of me, or him gathering me in his arms and laying me in the backseat. I don't feel him wrap his jacket around me, or the ride home.
But I do rouse from my sleep as Bucky carries me into my room and lays me down in my bed, he kisses me on the forehead, 'Hey doll.' He whispers, a soft smile on his lips.
I panic slightly as I realise that I'm home, 'Mom n' dad?' I ask anxiously.
'I made a good excuse, don't worry.' He strokes some hair from my face, 'Sleep. You need it. I'll go easier on you next time.' He promises.
'Next time?' I ask, a tired smile covering my face.
'Next time.' He assures, and you drift back to sleep. He stands up and walks to the doorway, silently watching you with admiring eyes as he carefully closes the door.
He tells your parents a made up backstory and they understand, happy to see him. They invite him to dinner next weekend and he happily accepts, he'd do anything to see you again.
He thinks about you the entire car ride home, in the shower as he beats himself off and in the morning as he wakes up with a hard on from dreams off you clenching around him.
He can do nothing but count the days until he sees you again, guranteeing himself it will be a memorable occasion.
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pahtoosh · 1 year
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Dry
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18+
wc: ~400 words
warnings: fluff. mentions of taking a bath together. multiple attempts at writing a southern accent were made
a/n: i’ve been dealing with a little writer’s block! apparently writing three essays and a speech at once doesn’t leave me much energy for my creative writing. i wrote this little piece to help with that and i quite like it! it was also my first time writing for lee, i hope i did him justice(as much as i can really, within this context hehe)
pairing: Lee Bodecker x gn!little!reader
summary: you’ve had a hard day at the diner and Lee helps you regress at home.
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Lee warmed the lotion in his hands before gently massaging it into your dry knuckles.
“That feelin’ better, baby?”
“Yeah, tank you Daddy.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. Can’t believe the nerve of this town, makin’ this winter so cold an’ dry. My poor baby’s hands are freezin’ right off. Don’t even get me started on that diner, my little baby shouldn’t be stuck back there washin’ dishes. Hell, you shouldn’t hav’ta work at all.”
You had just come home from a long shift at the diner, trudging your way through mud and snow alone in the cold. If you had known Lee was coming home early from the station, you might’ve walked faster or even asked him for a ride home.
Lee kissed your forehead as he continued massaging your hands. “Wish you’d told me you’re workin’ tonight, baby. Could’ve stayed with you at the diner as you were closing up, I know you don’t like bein’ there after hours. ‘Specially if you’re alone in the back. And then I would've stopped by the park for a bit, let ya stargaze before we headed home.”
Lee gently placed your hands in your lap before getting up, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.
Lee chuckled and held your chin, tracing your pout with his thumb. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart. Just goin’ to check on the oven. dinner should be ready soon.”
He walked away, leaving you to slump on the couch. You admired his form as he leaned over to check on the meal roasting away. Lee looked especially handsome to you in his pajamas.
After you entered the house tonight and he saw the stress you were holding, he suggested taking a bath together. He knew you’d feel better having washed the day off of you. He also sensed that you were needing to regress, and a warm bath followed by changing into soft pajamas all while being doted on by your Daddy would get the job done.
The warm bath helped a lot at making you more comfortable, but there was an aching in your bones that only Lee could fix.
“Needs just a few more minutes, darlin’. That okay?”
“Yeah, just wanna snuggle with Daddy,” you said, still slumped over the arm of the couch.
Lee grinned as he made his way back to you. “If it’s cuddles my baby wants, it’s cuddles my baby gets. Scooch over, sweetheart. Daddy’s not goin’ anywhere tonight.”
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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You can be my daddy tonight - L. Bodecker
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If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: DADDY AND BREEDING KINK OUT THE WAHOO, age gap, size kink, crying during sex, Frottage, pnv!sex, The Great Outdoors, she’s a brat he’s a Man what happens next, infidelity, they’re kinda both assholes, soft and fluffy Lee literally and figuratively, smut-tacular, totally glossed over Lee’s 400 red glaring flags
A/N: It’s about time I did something for my big country boy. No Pepsi cups sorryyyy
Everyone knew the Sheriff used to drink like a fish. Everyone knew the Sheriff had a wife that hadn’t popped out a baby yet. Everyone knew the Sheriff played with bad men and dirty money. Your Pa, the county judge, told you to stay far away from the Sheriff. In fact, you planned on doing the opposite.
‘Vote for Bodecker,’ read the pin. You picked it up and thumbed across the lettering, thinking. You had a senior internship with the little paper in Meade. Although more interesting things tended to come out of Knockemstiff. You were fascinated by the surly law man, he was cute. Sure, a little pudgy and a lot older but he had killer eyes and the prettiest smile. You’d be lying if he wasn’t your sexual awakening.
Your boss rolled his eyes and said, “Sure, write a puff piece on the asshole, but he’s gonna make sure you write what he wants.” You cocked your head against the door with snicker, “Not even a little feminine wiles will sway em’?”
Henry pushed his glasses up a crooked nose and blew smoke at you, “If the man has to pay people to be quiet about his sister selling ass out the Tecumseh, whatcha think your lil’ pink tweed skirt is gonna do? He’s all about reputation.” You opened your mouth in faux shock and retorted, “I’ll show you what a pink tweed skirt can do. I’ll have an interview by tomorrow!”
“Whatever you say! Get on home. Night darlin’.”
“Night Mister Henry,” you chirped.
Maybe Henry had a point. You’d called the station four times today. The receptionist would answer, you’d state your intentions, she’d say, “Sheriff Bodecker is not in the station, try again later.”
On the fifth try the receptionist sniffed, “Look girlie, he’s busy. I’d suggest giving it twenty-four hours.”
You put on a smile as you gritted out, “Thanks, girlie!”
Slamming the phone against the wall you watched your dog jump up and stare at you. Turning on your heel you made it up to your room, filtering through your dresses. You’d wear the light pink shift dress, like the one Twiggy had in the magazines. You pulled on some stockings and thick black heels to match your collar.
Eyes made up big and shiny you eyed the clock. He’s probably in his little office, yelling for the clerk to shut the damn phone off like he was important or something. You drove to the depot, slinging rocks as you pulled into a parking spot. You didn’t want to ‘pull my pa is the judge card’ but push might come to shove.
You checked your meticulous hair and makeup in the car mirror, popping a smile. You sprayed a bit of perfume and grabbed your smokes. Staring back in the mirror you chided yourself, “You gettin’ nervous? No ma’am. C’mon.” Pinching your thigh a couple of times you hopped out your light blue Mercury.
You stalked into the depot, resting your hands on the receptionist’s desk. The lady seemed shocked, gasping, “Lord have mercy! I told you the man was busy!”
You waved your hands, “It sure don’t look busy round here!”
You lit up a cigarette in annoyance, listening to her nasally admonishment. A gruff tone came from behind your right shoulder. “I have been busy all day filling out reports, but I guess some people got no patience.” You exhaled and ashed into nearby tray, glancing over your shoulder at the Sheriff. Turning and holding out a manicured hand you offered your name and a polite, “I’m here on behalf of the Meade Daily News to request an interview.”
His big hand engulfed yours, blue eyes flicking down your body before returning up. He hummed deeply before laughing, “You’re the judges girl aint’cha? Like father like daughter.” You pouted and asked, “Can I ask a couple questions or do I need to go to your opponent?”
He didn’t like that, jaw clamping down and twitching. Bodecker ran a hand through his short hair, other hand on a soft hip. He grumbled, “Naw, we don’t need that. Cmon into my office. Damn fire-ant.”
You perched yourself on the couch across the small room. It smelled of cigars and candied something. He had quit drinking so you guessed sugar was filling the void. And his shirts, you thought as he grunted while sitting down, belly straining his white button down.
Leaning back he lit up a cig and leveled you with an annoyed look, chubby cheeks bunching as he puffed on the tobacco. You went straight to the point.
“Are you aware of the accusations against you being made? About hush money and your sister’s doings.”
His eyes narrowed, fingertips digging into the wood of his desk. Bodecker suddenly smiled and said, “My poor sister was being used by her husband. She’s receiving treatment upstate Ohio. Truly a shame, but I can’t allow that to happen in our county. No hush money involved, it can be blow to the ego but she was sick.”
“Mhm. That is sad. Do you consider yourself a family man?”
He was getting more irritated by the second. You grinned, knowing you had the upper hand. Untouchable was written up and down your body, lest he get on bad with the magistrate and Mayor. Lee took a deep breath and sighed, “I’ve been wanting to have a family since my daddy upped and walked out on us. My wife has been…ill…so it’s been a slow process. We’re thinking about maybe adopting.”
You opened your mouth but Bodecker barked, “Nuh-uh. I pick this question and ya’ pretty lil’ self is gonna write it all down, ‘kay?” Feeling your cheeks heat up you nodded. It was only fair to write down some bullshit on behalf of Bodecker. So you did, unwillingly and oft with dramatic sighs.
You frowned at the Sheriff’s smug expression as he leaned back in that office chair, creaking in the quiet room. You stretched out yourself, the hem of your dress climbing higher and higher. He cleared his throat, blues locked on you. You kept your legs together and hummed, “Off the record question Sheriff— if you answer I’ll give ya’ a peak.”
He grunted softly, “Whassit’ sweetheart?”
Rubbing your thighs together tantalizingly had him begging like a dog for a bone with his eyes. You rolled your hips and asked, “So you gonna adopt some babies? You don’t go home and fill your wife’s pussy up every night? She’s mighty pretty but y’aint gettin’ any younger Sheriff.”
He groaned and palmed his swelling prick, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“What? Looks like y’got no problem getting it up?”
Lee Bodecker stood up, braced over his desk, and growled, “She’s a lockbox. Thinkin’ I’m fucking lil’ girls like you.” You dropped one of your legs to the floor, exposing your naked slit, cooing, “Really now?” He stepped closer, breathing hard. You could see the war in his mind but he couldn’t control the licking of his lips.
You knew what the man was imagining.
He stood still, hands on his hips as almost if he was stuck. You lounged idly, curls falling out of place. You slid your hand down your body, so, so, so slowly. Lee made a soft noise when you swiped your fingers through slippery slick. “She don’t get all wet for you like this Sheriff? Don’t take much for me.”
You rubbed a bit faster, breathily moaning, “I remember when you was just a deputy, hah, I was thirteen. Such an ugly duckling then. F-fuck but you were so handsome helping me when those boys were being mean.”
Lee had drawn closer, kneeling at the end of the couch, a hand near your calf, barely grazing it. His orbs were dark with arousal. The man desperately goaded, “C’mon- finish the story, c’mon.”
You arched your back, spreading yourself wider for him, circling your clit. “W-well, ya’ helped me out and you were just out the national guard, all young and trim- don’t matter shit! So when I went home I rode my pillow thinkin’ it was you.” You finished your dirty little story with a cry, shivering in pleasure. Lee looked wrecked, hand tightly wound around your ankle now, rubbing his ringed finger over his face.
You slid upward, batting his hand off. Lee gruffed, “Yer’ gonna give me a heart attack sweets— ya’ can’t stay much longer.” Close enough to smell his aftershave you pressed close, tucking yourself into a soft jawline, pressing some kisses.
You grabbed his big left hand and eyed the gold band. Playing with it the question rolled out, “When’s the last time you got a blow job Sheriff?” He gulped down a moan, shaking his head. You lapped at his thick ring finger, swallowing the digit down. He gasped and jerked at the sensation, eyes wide. You ever so gently eased his wedding ring off a slight hassle as his fingers weren’t so slim since the bells rang.
You pulled it out of your mouth and placed it on the side table, staring up at the bigger man, still kneeled outside the couch. Lee’s internal war seemed to be made up, he had a look in his eye now, jaw twitching. He stood up, cock flushed and thick against those tight slacks.
His big hand held your cheek, thumb stroking your cheek. You whimpered softly when he brushed the bottom lip. The sheriff murmured, “Can you be a good girl and follow along?” You nodded and suckled on his calloused thumb, watching eyes roll back.
He managed in a low rumble, “You’re gonna straighten up and walk your pretty tail to your car. Then head to the Seven-Eleven where the truckers park,” he bent down and nipped your earlobe, “Then I’m gonna come by and we’ll have a real interview— up close and personal.”
“Yessir,” you poorly whined. You shifted your thighs together to hold back the neediness still arising. You stood up on shaky legs, smoothing down your dress, wiping any stray makeup, putting your headband back on. Before you walked out the door he pressed his big body into yours, lips crawling up your neck.
“Haven’t had a blowjob in years. But I can’t resist any sweets.” He smacked your ass and you stumbled out the door, pen and paper in hand. The receptionist and a cop standing by her stared oddly but you chirped, “Have a wonderful night!” There was a skip in your step to the Mercury, you driving like a bat outta hell to the quickie store.
Then the waiting begun.
You contemplated rubbing your clit outta boredom and sheer need but went over your notes instead. Deep in thought, a knock at the window shocked you, sending the pen flying. The sheriff was clad in a leather jacket now, grinning like a maniac down at you. You tentatively opened the car door and asked, “Where we headed Sheriff?”
You were both parked behind a stationary truck. He had his hat on, brim low, arm slung around your waist. He hummed, “Not sure yet. Somewhere quiet. Probably one o’ those old lover’s lanes when I was young.” You stifled a laugh, “In a place like this it’s changed?”
He side-eyed you with a smirk, “Yep, y’know how many times I’d had to bust up little bad girls like you out past bedtime?” You rolled your eyes and stated, “Don’t got a curfew, my parents think I’m at Darlene’s.” He opened the side of the cruiser for you, getting a nice feel as you sat down.
He slipped in the driver’s side, turning on the ignition. He hummed, “This lover’s lane s’better, gotta pretty crick to run around in.” You stared in horror, “But what about bears and snakes?” He patted your thigh and cooed, “Don’t worry your pretty little head, not like I ain’t use a gun before.” His huge hand settled on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing maddeningly.
You whimpered under your breath, been on edge too long. Rolling toward a dilapidated stop sign he made a noise of faux concern, teasing, “Poor doll baby, you riled up huh? C’mere and sit a little closer.”
You practically leapt to his side, plastered to his warmth. He grinned again and held you snug into his soft midsection. Cruising at a leisurely pace he admitted without looking, “I wanna’ baby so bad. Fill the house with kids. Be better than my shitbag of a Daddy.”
You wanted that too. Real bad. Just thinking about it made you needier. He grumbled, “I don’t know if it’s me or her but ain’t nothing clicked. We been to the doctor in Cleveland, my spunk’s all fine.” He groaned in annoyance, “Why am I even telling you all this?”
You shrugged, “Obviously it’s been weighing on ya. I’d have your babies. Ones with big blue eyes and pretty teeth,” you placed a hand on his soft stomach and whispered, “You’d be a good daddy. I’ve seen ya at the town gatherings.” Bodecker sharply inhaled, hand gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
His driving sped up some, ducking down into an old trail to a holler. He didn’t respond, jaw tighter than ever. You asked, “Sheriff? Bodecker? Did I say something?” He growled, “Babygirl…nah, you said everything I wanted to hear.” He placed a gentler hand around your knee, giving a squeeze.
He put the cruiser in park, settling back with a sigh. You eyed him with wide eyes, utterly transfixed. In the moment you trembled, a bit out of your element, but the ache between your legs was throbbing and persistent. You helped him undo his tight jacket and throw it in the back. You tossed his wide brimmed hat with a little giggle.
Lee rolled his window down and you copied him. The silence was stagnant until the sounds of the evening filled in. The energy was still charged. He turned to you, blue eyes intense. The sheriff asked, “You really mean all that? About the babies and shit?” You nodded, reaching a hand out to grip his bigger one.
“You’re a goddamn angel. Shit baby- how old’re you now?” He ran a frantic hand through his dark hand, biting that damned lip again. You warbled, “M’eighteen. Been that way for a couple a’ months.” He shook his head, laughing lowly, “I’m old enough t’be ya’ daddy sweet cheeks.”
“You can be my daddy. I don’t care. I’ll put all the babies you want in that big empty house up in Brewer Heights.”
He pulled you by your thighs, his bulk keeping you wide open and pinned. Lee hissed in your ear, “Can’t say shit like that. I’m a married man, divorce not good for the election baby.” You pouted and turned away, annoyed. He grabbed your cheeks and cooed, “That don’t mean we can make some arrangements after I win and you’d be the biggest prize.”
You rolled your body against his softer one and petulantly replied, “You promise? Y’gonna be my daddy Lee?” He smiled while peppering kisses along your jaw. “Mhm. I’ll be your daddy, dress you up, take you around, fill ya’ up with my babies.”
“Good. Being on the judge’s bad side would be sticker in your heel for winning,” you said lightly.
He glared you down, fear filling your veins before Lee laughed, “Don’t I know that? Bratty lil’ girl, bout’ as slick as those gangsters at the Tecumseh.” You retorted, “You like it, I know it.” Lee sat back on his haunches, kicking open the car door behind him. You surged forward with a whimper, seizing his plump lips.
You batted his hands away to loosen his tie then unbutton his top. While unpinning his badge you hummed, “Nah. This’ll be my job when you get home after a long day.” Lee simply groaned and panted while you plucked the buttons off. You commented, “Daddy needs a bigger size.”
You ran your hands down his soft belly and hips, squeezing. They settled on his belt, pudge slightly rolling over. He scoffed, “Eatin’ too many sweets. I’ll be a Fuckin’ hog by the end of the election.” Loosening his belt with a jingle you shrugged, “Not when you’re fucking your pretty girl all the time, that’ll get some cardio in.”
Button popped and you stroked him through his underwear, earning a strangled moan. You couldn’t help but whimper, “Oh- you’re big.” He shucked off the rest of the pants along with the whites— cock rudely slapping against his tummy. You blushed and cried out when he reached behind your neck to unbutton your collar.
In a flurry of muted pink you were on your knees in the buff. Lee rumbled, “Oh little girl, fuck, pretty goddamn baby.” You whimpered, “Touch me, c’mon daddy, s’been too long. Huuurts.” He laid you down on the seat, big hands rubbing you gently, cooing, “Ain’t you just a darlin’? Daddy’s gonna take care of ya.”
His cock slotted against your oversensitive pussy, making you cry out again, hands wrapping round his broad shoulders. He leaned in from an angle, taking your lips sweetly. You shyly moaned into his mouth, rutting against him in excitement. All your dreams come true. Lee Bodecker would be yours.
He shifted in the tight compartment, hand cradling you for better access to your mouth. He kicked into your lax mouth, panting, “Been s’long, taste so sweet.” You lapped back, wet smacks filling the cruiser. His tongue playfully danced against yours, kissing rough then pulling back to smile at you.
You tried to close the gap, only for the bastard to back off further. You whined his name in annoyance, squirming. The brunette shushed you, “Hold on now, lemme love on you some.” Your eye roll turned into a real one when his lips sealed over your nipple, flicking his tongue naughtily. Billy from down the road didn’t know jack shit about this, fucking boy.
You ran your hand through his thick hair, panting and mewling softly. “Lee, oh f- Christ!” He hummed amusedly around your bud, sending you reeling again. Then switched to the other one, rough fingers twitching and pulling. He was rolling his thick cock between your folds quicker now, making you a mess of nerves and emotions.
For some reason tears pricked at your eyes as you cried his name, your belly awash with heat, orgasm taking you by surprise. Clinging to the man, you sobbed into his sweet smelling neck, shaking like a leaf. Lee groaned low and long, caught up in pleasure before he realized.
He enveloped you into a tight embrace, shushing and cooing sweet things. Lee softly spoke, “Oh honey, s’too much? Poor baby never been with a real man like her daddy. Shh now, s’okay sweet pea. Breathe for me, c’mon.” You blinked more tears into his neck, trying to stop your shuddery breathing.
He was doing a good job of holding you tight, feeling safe nestled against his soft belly and hard arms. You croaked, “S’sorry daddy, didn’t know what came over me. Didn’t even let you get to come.” He nuzzled the crown of your mussed hair. “You’re fine pretty girl, I know ya’ been keyed up for hours. Why don’t we take a dip in that crick, sure is hot out here.”
You nodded slowly, wiping your eyes while da-Lee loved up on you, big hand leading you to the babbling water. He grinned, “S’gon be cold. Better hold tight.” You managed a weak tease, “Did’ja tell that to all the girlies back in the day?”
“Maybe. Only if they was special.”
“Was your wife special?”
He remained quiet for a beat, only the sound of water rushing by. Lee shook his head and sighed, “Nah. That was a between patrol hookup and she had money. Thought it would be a good idea.”
“Fuck er’ let’s get in daddy,” you swore.
His forlorn expression brightened under the moonlight, him stepping in the water first. He whooped, “Whew it’s brisk! Good for ya, that’s what my momma used ta’ say.” You stepped in ankle deep, yelping. Lee barked out a laugh and waded further, submerged to his thighs. He sat on a flattened boulder, pulling you in.
Much shorter than Lee you cried out in shock at the coolness hitting your overheated nerves. You hopped to him and whined, “Goddamn Lee, that’s cold as hell!” He grinned and retorted, “Get up here then, up ya’ get.”
You were on top of his spread thighs, his unflagging prick between you two, pulsing. The water lapped around your feet and his shins. Lee’s tone grew darker as he asked, “You gonna let daddy stretch that pretty pussy out?” Arousal flooded your system like a ton of bricks again.
“Yessir, I ain’t a virgin but take it slow, yeah?”
“Slow as you want sugar, you’re on top after all.”
You kissed him again, pressing your forehead against his while you lifted up on quivering thighs. He steadied his cock as you descended, gasping as the thick tip began to breach your still soaked core. He hummed, “That’s it, real slow baby girl, no rush.” You slid down further, whining at the stretch, about halfway now.
You took a break to pant in his mouth, soaking up those sweet nothings. The pinch died down and you slid flush to his lap. You were full, stretched, split. You gasped and shuddered. “Lee. Daddy. Oh god daddy- you’re so big ah hell, feeling you everywhere dadddy!”
He pressed down on your lower belly, eyes blackened with lust. Lee murmured, “Mmmm- yeah sweetheart, shit, tight, I can feel me through ya’.” He looked dazed, forehead still stuck to yours as he panted. The sheriff slurred, “Oh fuck sssweetheart, s’been s-so damn long for daddy. Don’t want it to end.”
“Fuck me then, get it out, I got mine,” you pleaded while pecking his lips. Pushing the man back against the rock you laid on top of him, letting Lee plant his feet on something solid. Lee moaned long and low, fucking into you roughly with heavy slaps, something that’ll make a whore blush.
He babbled, “Yeah, baby, gonna be your daddy, fuck you all day and night until that belly is round, take care of ya’. Everyone gonna be jealous of ole’ Bodecker. We’ll build our own- fucking hell- place!”
You nodded along, your daddy’s cock rubbing spots you didn’t know existed inside your pussy. “Yeah, yeah, fuck me, love it!” He let out a weak noise, sucking in a breath. You could tell the man was close, he was whimpering almost imperceptibly, strokes growing sloppy.
“Awh fucking- baby,” he warned.
You pulled off of him and let the seed spurt against your belly and tits. Lee scrunched his cute face up, soft tummy twitching as he unloaded on you, moaning unabashedly. He blinked a couple of times, smiling at you like you’d hung the moon.
“How’d I get so damn lucky huh?”
You shrugged, cock drunk and giddy. “I just knew you’d have a nice cock and decided to hunt you down.”
He guffawed, pulling you both into the freezing ass water. You spluttered, gasping from shock. He howled again, laughing. Lee held you tightly, locking your hips around his waist. You nuzzled into his embrace, hearing his chest vibrate as he promised, “Gonna be your daddy, all mine now little girl.”
“All yours,” you promised.
A year later Sheriff Bodecker started the groundwork on his new home, right next to that creek where it all started. He stood behind you, rubbing your slightly rounded belly. Lee hummed, “See, what I tell you Mrs. Bodecker?”
“Everything you said, Mr. Bodecker,” you winked,
“Daddy.”
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Just For Us: Part II
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Summary: The first day of your vacation was a success. The first night proves to be just as eventful. Especially when Lee just can’t help but admire how beautiful you are. He’s in a good mood, sue him. 
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2,520
Warnings: Fluff, Lee being an absolute sweetheart, smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fingering (f receiving) , praise kink, Daddy kink (it’s Lee, come on, we all know he has a Daddy kink, it’s not surprising), sex in front of the mirror, Lee being a sex God and a really good husband. 
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I had forgotten just how much fun it was to write something for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing little drabbles for Murderer Monday and Tech Tuesday, but there’s just something so lovely about doing this for me and no one else. I also missed writing for Lee! He’s always such a fun character to soften. We all need a little lovin’ and I figured he did too. This series is a love letter to you, to me, and to our dear Sheriff Bodecker. Let me know what you guys think! Reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcomed and heavily appreciated. At this point I’m asking that you send something nice. I wanna hear it! Hehe ok! Enjoy!
Kisses 💋
—K
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The walk was exactly what Lee needed. The fresh spring air paired nicely with the leisurely atmosphere that took over the normally bustling sheriff. You strolled along a path for the better part of an hour after your meal just talking. You could swear that you’ve never talked more than you did on that walk, and you and Lee liked to talk so that’s saying something. 
The rest of the evening went along in relative silence, albeit a very comfortable one. Lee left you to cook a quick dinner to read on the porch, he’d packed a handful of books that he’s been meaning to get around to reading. You were content in your own little bubble for the time being, alone time was important to you both. 
With dinner ate and dishes cleaned, you both turned in for the night. The space outside a deep black, made even darker by the shroud of trees that surrounded your little cabin. Lee laid on the bed in a white tank top and his sleeping pants, his nose in his book. You hum softly as you move through your nightly routine, applying your face lotion before moving on to your body lotion. The motion of you rubbing the cocoa butter into your legs catches Lee’s attention from the corner of his eye. 
It’s a glance at first, curious at to what the movement was, but when he sees you caress your knee, he’s following the trail of your hands carefully. The silk of your little cream nightgown shines along with your lotion-ed skin, you move higher and higher up your body slowly, massaging the flesh of your body lovingly. Lee’s hands can’t help but itch to do it for you. With his book long forgotten, he sets it aside on his nightstand and makes his way to the bathroom door. He leans one arm against the frame of the door, the other resting on his hip as he blocks the doorway. You don’t stop applying your lotion much to Lee’s delight, he watches lustfully, licking his lip before tugging it between his teeth. 
“Can I help you?” You ask smoothly as you catch sight of him staring. Lee’s eyes slowly drag up the length of your form, not bothering to hide the desire in his gaze as he smirks appreciatively. He chuckles lowly before looking at you through his lashes. 
“I think you can, Sweetheart,” he drawls cooly, he lowers his arm and slowly stalks towards you. Lee takes his place behind you, turning you to face the large vanity mirror. As his hands slide up the sides of your waist, he dips his head to breathe in the floral scent of your shampoo with a pleased groan that sounded more akin to a purr. When he looks up again, he finds you staring back at him. He gives you a loving smile laced with desire, one that you can’t help but return. 
“How are you this pretty?” He coos in your ear, loving the way he can see the bashfulness take hold of you, the way your eyes drop from his, how he can feel your body shiver with happiness at his words. “Got the prettiest wife in the entire world,” he whispers and pulls you against him, relishing in the gasp you let out when you feel his hard on pressing into the swell of your ass. 
The feeling of his hands stroking along the slopes of your hip has you trembling. You loved when he was like this; so kind, so sweet. The rest of the world wouldn’t believe you if you told them that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But if you were honest, you didn’t need them to believe you, you just needed Lee. Thankfully, Lee was all yours, just like you were his. 
“Let me take care a’ya, Babydoll,” he whispers softly into your ear before peppering kisses to your exposed neck. “Y’always take care of me… Let me make ya feel good…” he kisses his way back up to moan into your ear, “Babydoll, I can make you feel so good…”
You didn’t need any more convincing. 
“Lee…” You sighed out, all sweet and soft and his for the taking. You can hear the smirk in his voice and see it painted on his face. 
“That’s it, Baby,” he smiles and turns your head to face him with one warm palm. The feeling of his lips covering yours sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach, a pleased moan fluttering from your mouth and into Lee’s. He takes his time devouring your lips, his tongue playing with yours, dipping into your soft mouth to taste the minty bite of your toothpaste. A rumbling groan fills your ears and for a moment you think it’s thunder, but when you feel the vibration low in Lee’s wide chest, you melt at the realization. 
The burn for air is the only reason you pull back from the searing kisses that leave your lips plump and slick with spit. Lee grunts as he takes in your appearance, your beauty only seems to enhance with the addition of your swollen lips. You clutch his tank top behind you in one hand and the other braces on top of the hand on your waist as his thick thumb strokes the length of your bottom lip, his face set in a calm yet lustful expression. 
“I’m gonna to give you my fingers, you’re gonna watch yourself cum, in that mirror, right there,” he jerks his chin towards the mirror without breaking eye contact, his voice is deep and gravelly, “then m’gonna take you to bed an’ fuck you nice and deep, jus’ like you deserve.”
“Y-Yes, please,” you gasp out, your legs were nearly jelly already and he hadn’t done more than kiss you.
“Such good manners,” he praises and ruts his hips into you once on instinct, “always been my good girl.” You moan as the words leave his mouth, making him grin smugly, “yeah, I know, Princess.” 
The feeling of his large right hand sliding down the front of your neck to grope your chest through your silky nightgown leaves an ungodly amount of goosebumps behind. He massages the flesh of your breast in unhurried handfuls, taking as much of your tender meat into his hand as possible. You sigh as he works your body, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. For the time being, Lee allows you to rest against him and look up at him. The intensity of his desire burns deep into your skin as he glares down at you, his breathing beginning to deepen as his hand gets more and more demanding. 
“Oh!” You squeak when his thumb brushes against your stiff nipple, playing with the hardened peak through the fabric. Lee chuckles darkly at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your temple. 
“Eyes on the mirror, Babydoll,” he grumbles and pinches your nipple between his index and thumb, earning another whimper from you. 
You do as he says and turn your attention to your reflections. You can’t help but notice how perfect he looks behind you, wrapped around you, holding you. Lee was truly the perfect male specimen: handsome with crystal blue eyes, cherry lips, strong arms, thick, powerful legs, and a soft, cushion-y belly. He was like a fucking Greek God, created and sent to worship you. 
“Look at yourself, Honey, not me,” he playfully scolds, having caught you staring at him. You give him a shy giggle and reluctantly turn your focus to yourself. Once you’re doing as he asked, Lee lets his fingers dance along the neckline of your sleeping dress while he brushes his nose along the curve of your neck, giving you teasing little bites. A slow brush of his hand pushes down the thin strap off your shoulder, exposing your breast to the chill of the bathroom. 
“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Lee moans mostly to himself, his hand immediately cupping the swell of your chest, enveloping it in his warm touch. The searing heat of his hand against your flesh had you shivering again, his other hand now ghosting up the side of your thigh. The short hem of your sleeping gown pushed higher and higher as Lee made his way to your core. He took his time, knowing that the longer he took the more you love it. 
“Please,” you whimper just as he brushes the edge of your cotton underwear. You were thoroughly soaked ever since he kissed you, but with all his teasing, the tingling between your legs was nearly painful. 
“Please, what, Sweetheart?” He hums in your ear and gives your nipple another pinch. You squirm in his hold and gasp. 
“Touch me, Daddy,” you moan. Lee groans deep in his chest once more. He loves when you called him that. Thick fingers suddenly press against your center through the soaked cotton, petting you firmly just how you like. You watch in a trance as his hand cups your cunt.  
“So fuckin’ wet for me, ain’t ya? Jus fuckin’ drippin’ all over me,” He growls in your ear, his fingers finding your covered clit and immediately drawing quick circles on it. You give him a shuddering moan of his name in response, your hips rutting into his fingers eagerly. The warning squeeze to your tit has your hips reluctantly stopping. “Stay still, let Daddy take care a’you.”
In one swift motion, Lee pushes off your panties, letting them pool at your ankles. He wastes no time dipping his fingers into your bare pussy, stroking your dripping petals. You both let out a pleased moan at the skin on skin contact, your body leaning back into the firmness of your husband for support. He grins and tilts you back, lifting your left leg with his hand under your thigh, pulling your dress up higher so you can see everything he’s doing to you. 
“Would you look at that,” he moans and kisses along your jaw, both your eyes are focused on the way his thick fingers spread your inner lips, exposing your fluttering pussy to you both. You give him a broken moan and clench around nothing. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy in the whole world…” he growls in your ear, dipping his long middle finger into you.
“D-Daddy!” You whimper and clutch his arm tightly. You can hear Lee cooing in your ear, but your mind is overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick finger finally stretching you out. In and out, he gently pumps his digit into you, letting it your juices coat his hand. He sneaks his pointer finger in alongside his middle and speeds up ever so slightly. 
“Oh, Princess, what a tight little pussy you have,” he grunts into the sweaty skin of your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still always so tight.”
“Please! Faster, Lee, faster, oh my God!” You cry out, your hips wiggling as best they could in his hold. He doesn’t say a thing as he listens, his fingers now fucking into you at a heated pace, his palm grinding into your clit with each flick of his wrist. The relatively large bathroom echoes with the slick sounds of Lee’s fingers filling your cunt and your shared moans and grunts. You feel the grip Lee has on your leg tighten, pulling you open wider for him to play with you better, his fingers going deeper and deeper each time. 
“Can feel ya fluttering around me, Princess,” he sighs and presses his cock into your ass, relieving some of the tension building within him. “Y’gonna cum for me? Y’gonna be my good little girl and cum all over my fingers?”
You try your best to nod, the pathetically sloppy movements of your head makes Lee want to laugh but he keeps his amusement to himself. You catch sight of the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You knew you were a mess, it was hard not to, you could see it right in front of you. Your nightgown was hanging off your shoulder, revealing only one of your breasts, your leg was hiked up and held by one of Lee’s rough hands, your head resting against his shoulder while he finger-fucked you closer and closer to your high. 
The tension between your thighs grew and grew, Lee’s fingers expertly curling into your front wall, just the way you like it. You were done for. 
This time he couldn’t hold back the pleased, throaty chuckle as you thrash in his arms and cum around his fingers. Your nails bite into the meat of his arm as you toss your head back, eyes shut tightly, a cry of your lover’s name falling from your lips. The feeling of your walls clenching down on his fingers has Lee’s hips rutting against you a little harder, his cock straining against the confines of his sleeping pants. 
You whimper as you finally start to come down, the tingly feeling in your limbs makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Lee’s fingers milk your orgasm for as long as possible before slowly coming to a stop, his own hips ceasing their movements for the time being. A gentle kiss to your temple has your eyes peeling open to look up at Lee, who was gazing down at you tenderly. He gives you a small smile and another kiss to your temple before muttering a gentle ‘look.’
You turn your heavy head to look back at your reflections. Once Lee was certain you were watching, he slowly eased his cream covered fingers from your snatch. His touch was featherlight and gentle as he smeared your cum along your petals, shushing your little whines of sensitivity. He finally pulls his hand away from your sensitive cunt only to greedily suck them clean, his growls rumbling his chest behind you. 
“Taste so sweet, Sugar,” he praises when he releases his fingers with a pop! “Y’look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me,” wet kisses are peppered along your neck and jaw, making you melt even further into him. 
Lee sets your leg back to the floor with care and fixes your nightgown before turning you around to properly kiss you. The kiss is methodical, enough to let you know that he still wants you but gentle enough to not overwhelm you. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, his arms winding around your middle tightly as he lets you lead the kiss. The need for air pulls you apart, your lips not going far as they brush against each other. 
“I believe you said something about taking me to bed, Mr. Bodecker?” You mumbled sensually against his parted lips. You feel Lee smirk just before his hands suddenly scoop you up and into his arms like he did when he brought you home on your wedding night. 
“Yes, I did, Mrs. Bodecker.”
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