#Lee Bodecker x you

[lanabuckybarnes]

💳💳💳 take all my money but pleeeeease write more about dirty big boy Lee who wants to give you his son because that small drabble had me sweatin already😮‍💨

Ask and thee shall receive!

Breeding Bitch

18+ MINORS DNI

(I do not own any photos, Credits to original owners)

Uhhh so this is fucking….maybe the warnings would describe this a bit better hehe 👀.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: Dark Lee!, LEE BODECKER!!, Dub/Non-Con Themes, Unestablished Age Gap but there is definitely one (Reader 20s, Lee late 30s/40s), Cheating (it's Lee), Teeny Size Kink if you squint, Names: Darlin, Good Girl, Baby, Slut, Bitch, Whore, Heifer, Girl. Handcuffing, Good ole Gaslighting, Degradation, Gagging, Dirty Talk, Cervix Abuse, Voyeurism? (Your father is in the next room), He uses the fact that your Pa is so close to his advantage, Mentions of Breeding, actually Breeding, Alcohol (Again, It’s Lee), Marking, Biting, Slapping, Bleeding (from yer cooch), Spitting, Daddy Kink, Rough P in V, Threats (Lee threatens your teeth), Dacryphilia, Panty Stuffing, Absolutely zero aftercare— if I’ve missed anymore, especially in a story like this one, please lemme know!!

DO NOT PROGRESS IF ANY WARNING(s) TRIGGER YOU PLEASE!!

Word Count: 1.2k

This is a doozy. I’ll put a lil palette cleanse at the end for you my loves ♥️

“Augh shit you’re fucking tight” Lee growls above you, cock head pushed uncomfortably against your cervix, your hands cuffed above your head and your panties in your mouth.

You would never admit this to anyone. The almost nightly occurrences of Lee ending up in your little cottage on the hill, his pants round his ankles and his cock wherever he so chose.

It was his wife’s fault, he’d told you; she was sick, old and unable to give him what he wanted. That’s why when you moved into town, bright-eyed and innocent, he had to have you.

His head rolled with his eyes, a strained groan flowing from his lips as his tummy jiggled softly at the tightening of his core.

“Never get over a tight little pussy like this” You whined as he pushed further, sheathing his dick fully inside you.

What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, legs spread akimbo for a married man, the Sheriff no less? Your hands pulled against the cuffs attached to the headboard, the rhythmic clanging had Lee’s eyes shooting open.

“Hey now! Darlin” a huge hand smoothed over your metal clasped wrists before running down your arm to your left breast, he squeezed firmly.

“You wouldn’t want your daddy waking up now would you?” that fucking smirk, the dark look in his eyes— he had you, right where he wanted— the reminder of your feeble old Pa in the next room keeping you tamed, Lee didn’t care about him finding out about your little secret, he’d fuck you right in front of him, but he knew it would keep you pliant for him.

You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.

“Good girl, knew you’d come around…now you let me breed this little cunt, loosen up a bit, enjoy it” The brandy on his breath had you queasy as it mixed with his residual cologne. His thick lips peppered marks all over your breast, tongue licking the flesh before biting down with a force that had your toes curling and you crying out into the cotton of your panties.

“Oh don’t be dramatic” he chuckled, slapping the reddened mark lightly. He groaned as he pulled his length out slowly, letting you feel each inch run over the stretched flesh of your heat until his cock head fell from you in a sickly squelch, his precum mixed with your blood.

“God baby, you’re fucking soaked…you like me doing this to you? Course you do you fucking slut” Lee gleams wickedly before launching a huge glob of spit over your clit and his head, his thick fingers circling your clit once, twice and then rubbing the saliva over himself.

He keeps your head still, forcing you to look at him as he pushes in again, making you watch as his dark eyes swim with amusement at your pathetic little whimpers.

“Mmmn…you know, if I didn’t have to do this, I’d feel bad for your stupid little face” Lee laughs, slapping his fingers against your cheek mockingly.

His patience had worn thin, you were lucky enough to get this much prep from him but he was over it now— the growing itch to fill your fertile little hole with his cum becoming too overwhelming.

He slams in, hitting your already abused cervix painfully. His pace is brutal, the only thing stopping the headboard from clattering off the wall being the pillow he’d so ‘generously’ placed between them.

“Oh shit! you fucking little breeding bitch, ahh I ain’t ever had a pussy this tight… fucking made for me, wasn’t it? Yeah, it fucking was” Lee rambles, as he usually does. You could do nothing but take whatever he was giving you, you wouldn’t dare fight back— did you even want to at this point? He had you all cock drunk, stupid little baby so you were.

“Mmm, baby you like this” Lee spoke assertively, punctuating each word with a hard thrust “Push me away as much as you want but at the end of the day you’re still gonna take my load happily… I mean look” he laughs as he pushes your legs from his wide shoulders, they fall open on their own. “You fucking hold yourself open for my spunk, you fucking want this, you need it… you want my son ya little slut”

The quick yank of your panties from your mouth made you gag slightly, the drool that had gathered falling from the corner of your mouth and into your tresses of hair. It amused Lee, watching you stare off into that little space you ran to, unable to control your body— you let him fuck you however he wante— no, however you needed.

Lee’s hand clasped around your face painfully, his thumb hooking behind your teeth “fucking answer me whore, or I’ll pull these out” a firm tug to your lower jaw warned you before he spat again, the hot liquid falling right on your tongue.

“I want this… wan you! Want your baby! Please Lee gimme your baby” you wailed, no longer caring about your volume.

“Good little slut, always begging for daddy ain’t you? You take this fucking baby, you take everything I give you” Lee’s pace stuttered, only for a second, but it told you everything you needed to know and you were disgusted at the way your body pled for it. The way your back arched, your pussy squeezing and frantic cries fell from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you like a train.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lee practically screamed as he sank himself into one last time, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick, hot, cream against your bruised womb entrance. You don’t know how long his dick sat in your throbbing canal, only falling from you once he was fully soft.

“God, who’d I fucking bless to get a little heifer like you hmm?” He spoke eventually, kissing your cheek, allowing his tongue to poke out and lap at the salty tears falling freely from your big sad eyes.

“Don’t look so fucking upset at this, it’s a good thing, you’re being used for something great…I know girls that would have their panties round their ankles in no time if I let them” He chuckled while standing, fingers gripping your discarded undergarments to wipe along his cock, gathering his cum, and your slick; which had a tinge of red from the tear in your fragile skin he caused by stretching you out.

Once he deemed himself clean enough, he ran the panties through the mess pouring from your core.

“This won’t do, you’re supposed to keep it in” He tutted before pushing the soaked material into your stretched hole, his fingers stuffing the scratchy fabric into you carelessly. He made quick work of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, placing a quick peck over each dark mark around them.

“Tomorrow, I don’t want none of this fighting bullcrap you hear? No panties, no bra, no attitude— just you, alright girl?” He pushed your cheeks together, puckering your lips in the process.

You knew that what you said to him wouldn’t matter, he’d take you all the same so you just nodded like you would every single time his cerulean stare flickered over your much smaller structure.

“Atta girl” His lips grazed over your own, and then like a ghost, he was gone, leaving you to sob in a pile of your own mess.

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I’m so sorry for him, he’s not usually like this, I promise he’s a nice guy 😔 🚩

Here’s your payment~

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Know What I Want » Lee Bodecker

Week of October 1st-5th

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Lee comes over to “talk to your dad”, already knowing he not home, but he wants you instead.

Warnings: Smut (18+), soft Dark, language, age gap (reader is in her 20s), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, size kink, name calling (slut), pet names

What about dark!soft!Lee Bodecker, who comes home to you to “talk to you father” who isn’t at home and he knows but he wants you🤭🤭 (requested by @buckys-wintersoldier) thank you for this idea bestie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Coming!” You shouted when someone knocked on the door.

You opened the door and seen the Sheriff. You smiled at him and stepped aside to allow him to walk inside your house.

“Are you here to see my dad?” You asked.

“Nope.” Lee answers, already knowing that your dad isn’t home. “I’m here to see you.” He says, putting his hands on his hips.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Did you break any laws lately without realizing it?

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“No. I just wanted to come see you.” He says, sitting down on the couch.

You gave him a smile before sitting down next to him. Your hands smoothed out the front of your dress. Lee couldn’t help but notice how pretty you look in your dress. He licks his lips at the way it fits you.

“You know why I’m here, right?” Lee asks.

“To wait for my dad to get home.” You answered cluelessly.

“Nope.” He replies. “I’m here for something else and you know what it is, sugar.” He says huskily.

“No I don’t.” You say.

Lee chuckles and shifted himself in his seat so he was facing you.

“You know what I want.” He put his hand on your thigh. “You.” He says.

You looked down at his hand on your thigh and politely pushed it off. He put his hand back on your thigh, squeezing it.

“We- We can’t.” You say, sounding innocent.

“Yes we can.” Lee says with a smirk.

You watched his hand slide further up your thigh till it reached your panties. You gasped when his fingers rubbed your pussy through your soft cotton panties.

“N-No.” You stuttered.

“You may be saying no, but your pussy isn’t.” He says.

You hate the way your body is reacting to him, but in a way you liked it. Lee moved your thighs apart and pushed your dress up to your hips. He then pushed your panties to the side.

“You’re so wet, darlin’.” His fingers rubbed in your slick. “I bet you were expecting me to come by, weren’t you?” He says.

“N-No.” You answered.

“Don’t lie to me.” He says.

You nodded your head yes. A gasp left your lips when he slide two fingers in your pussy. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He thrusted them in and out of you at a decent pace. His thumb began rubbing your clit while his fingers fucked you.

You began breathing heavily. You looked down at his hand in between your legs, watching his fingers fuck your pussy. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, darlin’.” Lee says.

You shook your head no. Lee’s hand grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together.

“It wasn’t a question.” His voice sounded dark. “Do as I say.” He says.

You stared at him and nodded your head. Lee let go of your face. You let out small whimpers and moans. The sounds of your whimpers and moans went straight to his cock. His cock felt uncomfortably hard in his work pants. You watched as his hand rubbed his cock through his pants for some kind of relief.

“You want my cock, sugar?” He asks.

You just stared at the bulge in his pants and nodded your head yes. That wasn’t a good enough answer for him. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you yelp.

“Use your big girl words.” He says.

“I want your cock.” You blurted out.

Lee took his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine.

“Take your panties off and give them to me.” Lee says.

You stood up and took your panties off, giving them to Lee. You were confused on why he wanted your panties, but you didn’t question it. He put them in the front pocket of his pants. You watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. He lifted his hips to pull his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. Lee leaned forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you onto his lap. You were straddling him.

“Put my cock in your pussy.” He orders.

You blinked at him a couple times before following his orders. You stood up on your knees, hovering over his cock. Lee bunched up your dress above your hips. You reached in between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his cock. You lined his cock at your entrance and slowly slid down onto it. You gasped at his size. You’ve never had a cock this big in you.

“S-So big.” You stuttered.

Once his cock was fully inside of you, you looked at Lee, waiting for further instructions.

“Ride me.” Lee orders again.

You put your hands on his shoulders, rising yourself up, only leaving his tip inside of you and slide back down. You rode him at a slow and steady pace, but that wasn’t enough for Lee.

“Faster.” He demands.

“But-” You were about to protest, but stopped talking.

“Don’t make me spank you.” He warns.

Your eyes widened at the small threat. You obeyed him and increased your speed, riding him faster.

“That’s it.” Lee mutters. “Good girl.” He praises.

Lee’s hands pushed the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and pulled down the top of your dress down, revealing your breasts to him. He licked his lips at the sight before attacking them with kisses and marking them up. You gasped when you felt his teeth bite your skin when he marked you up. He leaned back, walking your breasts bounce as you rode him.

“What would your daddy think if he caught you riding the Sheriff’s cock?” Lee says tauntingly.

“Daddy can’t know about this.” You managed to say without moaning.

“Why’s that, sweetheart? Your daddy think you’re an innocent good girl?” He lightly chuckles again. “You’re just a little slut riding my cock.” He says with a smirk.

Normally, you don’t like being called a slut, but the way Lee says it sounds hot. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you as you rode the Sheriff’s cock, but you kinda like it.

Your nails dug in his uniform shirt. Lee could feel your nails through his shirt. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze, catching you off guard. You lurched forward against his chest when he did that. Lee chuckled at your reaction. His hands remained on your ass cheeks while you rode him.

You could feel every vein of his cock. You love the feeling of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your pussy clenched around his cock when it reached that one spot inside of you, hitting it perfectly. A loud moan left your lips when his cock hit it twice in a row.

“Found your little spot, didn’t I, sugar?” Lee says in a cooing voice.

You moaned in response. One of Lee’s left your ass cheek and was placed on the back of your head. He pulled you in for a filthy kiss, catching you by surprise. You moaned against his lips. His tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring every part of your mouth.

Everything about this is dirty and you knew it. So does Lee. Riding the Sheriff is the most dirty of all. You didn’t seem to mind it. At first you weren’t too sure about it, but now you’re completely fine with it. Lee on the other hand, was loving everything about this.

Lee’s free hand found its way to your clit and began rubbing it. Your hips bucked against his hand and hips at the feeling. Your pussy also clenched around his cock at the feeling. His other hand played with your breasts. His index finger and thumb pinched your nipples, making you squeak. A tingle shot through your body when he pinched them.

You felt your orgasm slowly start to build up. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You riding him and Lee rubbing your clit helped build up your orgasm more and more.

“Can- Can I cum?” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up in shyness.

“No.” Is all he says.

“But-” You stopped talking when he gave you a warning look.

“You can cum when I cum.” He says.

You whined. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you jolt a little bit.

“Quit your fucking whining before I give you something to whine about.” Lee says.

You nodded and continued riding him. Your orgasm was building up even more. Lee could tell by the way your pussy was clenching around his cock. His own orgasm was building up as well. His hands tightened on your hips with a bruising grip.

“Fuck…” Lee moans, tilting his head back against the couch.

Lee came inside of you a short moment later. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, making a white ring at the base of his cock. One of Lee’s hands left your hip and went down to your clit, applying pressure and rubbing it in fast circles.

“Cum for me, sugar.” Lee says.

That’s all it took for you to cum. A pornographic moan left your lips when you came. You came so hard you soaked his cock. Your legs were shaking by the end of your orgasm. Lee gave your clit a particularly rough rub before he stopped rubbing it. Your movements came to a stop as well.

Lee helped you off of him and sat you on the couch next to him. You watched him stand up, putting his cock back in his boxers and buttoned up and zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. Lee turned to you and without warning, he put his hand on the back of your head and kissed you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

“See you later, darlin’.” Lee says with a wink.

-Bucky’s Doll

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi firstly I love your work secondly I have a request about something like Lee cheating on reader hurting her bad eventually she moves on with Steve Kemp and one day Lee sees reader again he tries to win her back troubling a bit and Steve comes to comfort protect her and he scares Lee in unique way (we know what Kemp does for a living 😉)

hello, thank you! and I hope you like this!

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

warning - angst, cheating, violence, mentions of cannibalism.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by a deactivated again:(

No one ever prepared you for the pain of being cheated on, you thought that Lee was the one, having been together for five years. You had dreamt of the two of you getting married, being the perfect little housewife for him. You never expected to walk in on him balls deep inside his secretary, the very one he told you not to worry about. Everything was blurry after that, you could barely remember you storming out of his office, or that he didn’t even chase after you. You didn’t wait for him to come home, you immediately packed your things and left the house, letting him come home to an empty house. 

It had been two years since you had your heart broken and through those years you had managed to love yourself and find love again, even though your trust issues would spike at times. From time to time, you would get flashbacks of walking in on Lee, getting stabbing pains in your chest when you remember each painful detail of that day. You stare blankly ahead, lost in your thoughts with a coffee in your hand, you couldn’t hear as Steve calls for you.

“Sweetheart.” 

You remember walking in, dropping the freshly baked biscuits to the ground as you watched the love of your life fuck into his very young and pretty secretary that’s bent over the desk. You remember how his head turned and he just smirked at you, it felt as though your heart was being ripped out.

“Y/n!” You blink, feeling a burning sensation on your hand and your eyes move down, causing you to notice your recently bought coffee has now crumbled into your hand as the liquid flows out of it, burning your flesh. “Fuck, Honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve gently removes the ruined coffee from your hold and into the trash before he pulls you over to a bathroom and carefully cleans your hands. “Flashbacks again?” You nod, “I’m sorry, I forgot that, that particular pet name was what he used.” 

“It’s okay… It’s my fault.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he glares at you. 

“No it’s not, it’s never your fault!” He gently takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

Steve Kemp, what a dream he was. You had met him during a time where you were between loving yourself and finding love again. You had been walking past your local hospital and ran into him as he was coming out, gobsmacked as to how they hired such handsome doctors. You even blurted out asking if his looks distracted the other doctors from their job. He laughed, causing your mind to become fuzzy as you stared up at him dazedly. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and through that happiness, you asked him out. Thankfully, he accepted and here you are, staring at the godlike man as he cleans the hot coffee from your hands.

“I love you…” He looks at you and smiles, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing them softly.

“I love you, honey. Now, there won’t be any scars or damage. So are you ready to go? I can reorder a drink, maybe a cold one this time.” You smile, nodding and letting him help you down from the sink. Steve wraps his arm around you gently, leading you back out into the coffee shop and lines up to reorder an iced coffee. 

As you leave the coffee shop, waiting for Steve, your world begins to crash as you hear a familiar voice. “Well if it isn’t my little ol’ sweetheart!” Your eyes widen as you turn and stare at the chubby man making his way over to you. How the hell was this possible? He made it clear that he would never leave his hometown. “You’re a hard woman to find.” He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face. “Now, what do you say, baby. You come back home, this little spat of yours has gone on long enough.” Lee’s grubby hands reach forward and grip your arm, you didn’t know how you ever fell in love with him. 

“Get your hands off of me! We are over! Did that not go through your head when I left after I caught you fucking someone else?!” You struggle against his hold, looking behind you in hopes that Steve comes out soon. 

“Pfft, please. That wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last, so now, Sweetheart. You are gonna shut your pretty mouth and come with me, and then, you will turn a blind eye whenever I go out with another woman. You hear?” 

“Well that isn’t happening.” Steve steps out, your iced coffee in his hand. He stares down the man, not flinching as Lee tries to intimidate him. “I suggest you let go of my girl.” He speaks slowly, but clearly. When Lee doesn’t let go, only tightening his hold on your arms, causing you to let out a whimper. With quick movement, Steve steps forward and grabs ahold of Lee’s wrist, gripping it and beginning to twist. His glare sharpens as Lee lets out grunts of pain. Steve leans forward and whispers, “If you touch, look, speak or even think of my girl again. I will cut you up into little pieces and serve you to your town.” Lee’s eyes widen and he immediately lets go and backs up, usually nothing would scare Lee, but the seriousness in Steve’s voice and eyes made him rethink everything. 

Steve’s arm wraps around you and he hands you your drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Right, well. You aren’t worth this much trouble.” Lee clears his throat and quickly walks away, and you look up at Steve.

“Did you threaten to cut him up?” Steve looks down at you and smiles.

“Of course, and also you are worth it.” He winks at you and you shake your head with a smile.

“I mean… I wouldn’t stop you if you went through with it.”

And with those words, a plan began to form inside of Steve’s head. 

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[navybrat817]

Most Important Meal

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied kidnapping, attempted escape, dark themes, punishment, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge: Use a character and prompt in a story 100 words or less. Today is Lee Bodecker and "Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again." Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

And the Sheriff had a big appetite.

Lee grunted in approval as he shoveled another bite of pancakes into his mouth, obscenely licking the syrup from his lips with a moan. "Might be your best batch yet."

You whined around his cock, your jaw aching as he forced your head down further. Your ass was still sore from your earlier punishment. He didn't like it when you tried to run.

So he put a chain around your ankle.

"Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again."

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[holylulusworld]

Hot Chocolate time

Summary: Christmas is near. You and Lee want to get the most out of it.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Christmas fluff

Catch up here: Snuggle Time & Snuggle & Cuddle

“Lee? Baby? Where are you?” You walk into the house, your arms full of all the things you’ll need for Christmas. “I got more toffees and the candy canes you love so much!”

“Candy canes?” Lee jogs toward you; he takes the three paper bags filled with food and sweets out of your hands. He tuts before pecking your cheek. “I told you not to carry heavy things. Next time, you’ll let me handle this.”

“I wanted to bring everything inside before the snowstorm gets worse,” you shiver and whine. “It’s so cold outside, and the snow is falling even harder.”

Lee hurriedly brings the bags into the kitchen. He looks out of the window, sighing. There's no way he can make it to the police station. “I won’t even make it out of the house. How did you make it back home?”

“Willpower,” you giggle. “Uh—I got lucky. The snowplow was driving in front of me.” You wink at Lee. “If not, I’d be stuck at the grocery store for days.”

“Why didn’t you wake me, Chipmunk?” He looks over his shoulder to watch you unpack the groceries. “I could’ve handled the grocery run for you.”

“I wanted to buy more hot chocolate.” You wink at Lee. “Now we got everything we’ll need for the next few days. Hopefully, there’s no emergency, and you can stay at home.”

“I guess they got the shifts covered.” Lee shrugs. “I’ll call and ask if they need me. If not, I’ll stay home.”

“They can call you if it’s an emergency,” you grumble. “It’s so cold, and the snow masses won’t go away soon. You can’t go out there, Lee!” You put your hands on your hips and huff. “I won’t let you leave!”

“Aw, my little Chipmunk tries to keep me hostage at my house,” Lee purrs and steals a candy cane. “How about I call the guys and ask if they need me, and you can prepare the hot chocolate? I don’t think they want me to leave the house today.”

You smile to yourself hearing Lee call his colleagues. He hums and tells them to contact him if they need help. “Everything is good. They won’t need me today, Y/N.”

“In here,” you call from the kitchen. “The hot chocolate is ready! I added your favorite mini marshmallows.”

Lee strolls back into the kitchen. He grins from ear to ear, smelling the hot chocolate. Lee licks his lips as he steps toward the kitchen counter. “You know my weakness.”

“Of course I do, Lee baby,” you coo, and hand him the mug you prepared for him. “I hope you like it.”

“I will love it because you made it…” Lee pecks your lips. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[thezombieprostitute]

Snowfall

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.

Prompt: the first day of snow.

Warnings: None. Please let me know if I missed any!

"Ya doin' okay, Sugar?" Lee sits next to you on the couch where you're watching the weather.

"I dunno," you sigh.

He pulls you in for snuggles, "what's got ya down? This is usually your favorite time o' year."

"I know but," you pause as you try to figure out how to put what you're feeling into words. You're ever grateful to Lee that he gives you this time. "I guess I'm just a nostalgic kind of depressed."

His brow wrinkles in concern as he holds you tighter. "Can ya explain it a little more for me?"

You nuzzle against him as you think about how to vocalize things. His presence, his steady heartbeat, are a nice comfort that allow to think more clearly.

"I got stressed out at the thought of the snow coming," you confess.

Lee's eyes widen in surprise. "That's a new one for you, Sugar."

"I know," you groan. "I heard snow was on its way and my brain just went to all the shoveling, the bad drivers, the cold. When did I get so old? I feel like an old granny who needs to move south for the winter."

He chuckles softly, "you ain't no granny, Sugar. If either of us is a cranky old-timer, it's me."

"But I'm complaining about a little snow!" you grouse. "I should be ecstatic, getting to see the pretty snowflakes, getting to make a snowman, an excuse to make hot cocoa. Instead I just thought about all the stress it brings." Tears start to form and Lee gently caresses your cheek. "I don't know that I like who I'm becoming."

That gets Lee's attention. He sits up straight, taking you with him, and gently cups your face. "Now don't you be talkin' like that, Sugar. You've always been the sweetest, most wonderful person I ever had the honor of meetin' and ain't nothin' gonna change that." You sniffle a little at his sincerity. "You're allowed to have bad days and growin' older does mean more baggage. But it ain't gotta mean you're becomin' someone else. I'll bet ya that, when the snow gets here, you're gonna be smilin' at it. You're gonna look out them windows and hum happily because ya still find it beautiful."

He pulls you in for a hug before continuing. "You're allowed to feel irritated at the cold, at havin' to shovel, an' all that. But that don't mean you hate it. Ya still love clothes shoppin' even though you gotta do all the laundry, don't ya?"

You chuckled at that. "Yeah, that's true."

He kisses the top of your head. "You're gonna be okay, Sugar."

"I'm gonna hold you to that."

"You wanna know how I know?"

"How?"

Lee looks over your shoulder and gestures at the window where you could see the snow falling. You gasp and walk over to the window, all smiles, before grabbing your shoes to head out and try to catch a snowflake on your tongue.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen;

@irishhappiness @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[georgiapeach30513]

Feels Like Sin

Summary: This isn't the life that you thought you would live, but Jax isn't going to let you go. You belong to him. ONLY him.

Pairings: Fae!Jax Teller X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, kidnapping, chasing, a form of drugging, dub con, dry humping, voyeurism, unprotected sex, mentions of overstimulation, spanking, creampie, humiliation, obsession, secrets and lies, self mutilation (Jax), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.2K

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You dig a small hole in the dank bag. You need air. Sunlight. And a way to process your fears of what was happening to you. Looking through the pathetic hole to see yourself moving in the wrong direction. Faeries of the Spring Court never ventured here.

Branches turn into gnarly thorns, and you squeak in fear. Kicking your leg on the back of the ogre that stuffed you in here. “Easy does it, you pipsqueak. The king will love you.”

“No!” You start to blubber. Where was your king? Steve would protect you. Or would he? Even he didn’t come into the Dark Court. He only saw the king when there was a meeting of sorts. So you were told. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Suck my cock then,” his laugh bellows out before he drops you and the bag on the forest floor. You peek your head out, gasping for fresh air, but it is too damp. Fog hangs over in the forest, making it impossible to see five feet in front of you.

“Well go on, tiny,” his chubby little hands start to reach into his pants, and you slam your hands over your eyes, shaking your head no. “What’s wrong? You telling me you never had the shiny king’s cock in your little holes?”

“No, Steve never asks us to do that. Steve is kind, he isn’t like you!”

“Oh, bullshit. You are the most frivolous of the courts. All you do is fuck,” of all the lies in Collingswood, you had never done anything of the sort.

“That’s summer,” you sniffle, still refusing to look at him. You could feel his warm breath too close to you, and you try to shuffle away from him, but his sweaty hand holds tightly to your foot. “Steve doesn’t…he wouldn’t,” his finger tries to push your hand off your eyes, but you keep them covered. “No! I don’t want to look at your disgusting penis!”

“You’d rather be eaten by the Dark King instead of sucking my cock? I can find another flower faerie. You are the prettiest ones in the glen. So delicate,” he flicks his fingers over your hair, and you want to sink into the earth.

“You smell so nice. Have the prettiest smiles. Won’t you show me your smile, tiny?”

“I have nothing to smile about. You’re going to shove your disgusting penis into me, and I don’t want it,” tears flow out your eyes and you try to remember your warm spot beside the creek. A perfect spot to dance in the wind while your king smiled at you. He wasn’t like the rest of them. Steve was good. He loved and adored his court.

“Your king isn’t as precious as you want him to be.”

“He’s not kidnapping faeries from other courts to be fed on, is he?”

“He just makes his queen watch as he fucks his flower faeries.”

“No he doesn’t,” you scream, yanking your arms off your eyes. The oaf of a fae was sitting down in front of you. Invading your personal space, but fully clothed. You hate him for the lies that he spews about your court, and your king, “Steve would never.”

“You know nothing about your king. All faeries run off sex.”

“Steve runs of pure kindness,” his laugh bellows through the glade, but then he surprises you, leaning forward to touch the petals of your dress with an odd tenderness. Making you confused with the quick change, “Stop that!”

“We don’t get flowers here, pipsqueak.”

“All these thorns, and no roses?” He shakes his head no. His eyes flick up towards you before quickly looking away. “What’s your name?”

“Lee. Now get in the bag. Jax is hungry.”

“Oh, god, he’s going to eat me.”

“Most women would love to be eaten by Jax and his magic tongue. But he doesn’t eat flesh. He eats emotions. Seeing how his latest meal was stolen from him, I need you to be afraid. Suck my cock or get back in the bag,” you thought you were making some progress with the troll, but no. He is still threatening you. “Go on, little bit. I got a big cock just for you.”

“Oh my god!” Your scream echoes through the thorns, and Lee smiles when a shift in the wind happens.

“Run,” he whispers, and you don’t hesitate to jump up, sprinting as far away from him as possible. Too caught up in your tears to realize you are running deeper into the maze of thorns. And he laughs. Cleaning up his bag before making his way to his post. Chuckling at how stupid flower faeries were without their king. Predictable in their simpleness.

Jax licks his lips, already savoring your fear. His ringed fingers burn with anticipation. You wouldn’t be scarred or tattooed, but being scared was the next best thing. Your panting breaths pulses in his veins, and his eyes dart in the direction you were running. Right to him.

He was a drug, and he knew it. They all feared him, and yet always ran right to him. He hoped you’d only be as delectable as Andy’s human. You couldn’t be. She was damaged. She was supposed to be for Jax. He could feel it. Could still taste it.

He fakes a pout when he hears you cry out in pain. Flower fae were too stupid to wear shoes in his realm. But then again, they were never asked. They were forced. Remained here once their sunshine was drained. Ashamed to go back to their king that would hold them, and share his light.

But they were forever corrupt. Filled with Jax’s darkness, and willing to do everything for their king. Would serve him in ways that would be thought of as sinful. But it was just pleasure. Flower fae were not meant to stay in darkness. They needed their king and sunshine to bloom.

You gasp as you see his shadow stand up. Seemingly so much larger than Steve. Your comfort and safe space. He was terrifying. “Don’t run. You need your foot looked at. Some of those thorns are poisonous,” you gulp, finally pulling out the giant thorn in your foot, and Jax takes a deep inhale at the scent that permeates the air.

“You do suck on people’s blood,” you whine. Having to sit on the floor of the forest, and hold your foot. It hurt worse pulling it out.

“It’s all lies they tell about me, sweetheart. Can I?” Jax squats down in front of you, reaching for your foot. What other choice did you have than to extend it to him. He looks at the hole from whence the thorn was before licking his thumb and pressing it to your foot.

Instant relief. That is until you see smoke billowing off you, and the pain. Scurrying out of his grasp, you look at the scorched upper part of your foot, “What did you do?” He holds up his hands, and you notice the rings on his fingers had created a scarred effect on his skin.

Indented in on him and singed on every finger, “Iron,” he answers softly. “Makes me stronger. Makes the legends of me more fearful. Helps me feel my own pain when all I can usually feel is others. Imagine pain being something you feed off. You forget your own self and what it actually feels like. This helps me remember me. And now it no longer works. But my ugly hands remind people of what a psycho I truly can be.”

“So you do want to eat me?”

“Not you, you tiny little thing. Your emotions. The dark ones that Steve won’t allow you to have. What type of flower are you?” You grunt at him. You are getting tired of everyone talking bad about your king. Steve wasn’t anything like they were saying. He just wasn’t. He was good.

“Aw, did I offend you? What silly name did Lee call you? I was going to call you by your flower, but I’ll take what he said.”

“Tiny and pipsqueak,” every word is short and enunciated. You hate him. Both of them. You want to go home and back into the sunlight. Have Steve pull you up into his lap where he holds onto you, letting you absorb his warmth.

“Keep hating me, Tiny. Your petals are pretty,” you are a pretty little thing. Smaller than the others were. Adorable. Your fear was matched just as equally as your loyalty to your court. There was a bite to you. “What kind of petals are they?”

“Rose,” you stub up, refusing to look at him. He was a monster. You heard all the stories. Steve warned you about Jax, and why you shouldn’t trust him.

“Do you prefer that name?”

“I’d prefer to go home.”

“In time, Tiny. I am hungry,” you put on a brave face, but your lip trembles. Delicious. You are almost as intoxicating as Andy’s human. His human. She belonged with Jax. Andy hated humans. Jax treasured them.

“I think you and I could help each other. One quick taste, and then, I have a job for you.”

“Will I get to go back home?”

“Depends on how good you do. Now crawl over into my lap, let me get a little taste. It won’t hurt. In fact, it’s almost orgasmic,” you furrow your brow as you look at him. “Oh, you haven’t sat on Steve’s lap, huh? Had him stuff you full with cock?” You had sat on his lap, but not to do something as disgusting as that. Steve was warmth. He was change and growth.

You shake your head as you start to crawl towards Jax. Perfection. “It’s the best drug you’ve ever had,” he whispers, reaching over to grab you up, and putting you on his lap. You wince at the feeling of his rings touching your exposed skin.

His nose tickles up your neck as he inhales your scent. Flattening out his tongue he licks up the column of your neck before you feel a prick on your sensitive skin, and then dreams. Like there are clouds floating around your body. High and in a world of your own. Whimpering at the feel.

Lee peeks at you and Jax. Selfishly wishing it was his lap that you were grinding on. Your eyes are so blown wide with pleasure you didn’t even know what you were doing. Jax did. He moans right along with you. He bet you tasted like heaven. If there was one.

Your petals rise up and show off your glimmering skin. You had marks etched on you. No wonder you smelled like that. He knew it when he threw the bag over your body. You are special. Beautiful. Perfect. Immaculate. Different than the other flower fae he had captured.

“Ahh,” Jax moans, pulling off your body. Letting you ride out your high as you rode his stomach. “You need a taste, Lee?” Lee could be jealous, but Jax was generous. Waiting until Lee sits down before he shuffles your body on him. Biting on his lip as you grind down on him.

“She’s a pretty little thing, huh?” Lee nods his head as his breathing picks up. You are perfect. “She’s tasty. Wonder what the honey between her thighs tastes like? Maybe one day I’ll get to indulge. I have something bigger planned for her. I need humans. I need their ink,” Lee’s hand nervously tries to keep your thigh covered. Jax shouldn’t know about it.

“She’s adorable. While the veil is still open, I want her to entice broken humans to me.”

“But, sire?”

“You can accompany her, just don’t be seen. You might scare them. Enjoy your ride, and put her in my bed when she passes out from her pleasure. Poor thing never felt an orgasm before. Too bad she won’t remember it. But she will crave me,” his dark laugh bellows out before retreating into the thorns. Jax was always up to something. Lee could only tolerate it.

But for now, he was going to rub his hands up and down your thighs. Let you ride out your high for as long as you need. Beautiful. Perfection. Sinful. You’ll fit right in. Letting yourself go into darkness as your petals shift over your skin. Getting sight of your perfect tits as your nipples start to poke out.

Cupping both your breasts, his thumb rubs over the hardened buds, and you moan. Overcome with this new feeling. His finger and thumb close over each nipple, and he squeezes. Adding more pressure when you start to whimper. You like it. Love it. The darkness is already spreading through you. Spring shouldn’t enjoy even a little bit of pain. They were innocent and vanilla.

He wants you tied to his bed begging for him. But for now he’s going to enjoy the vision of your tits bouncing in his face and wanting more. More pain. More Lee. More darkness. He’ll give it to you. He’ll give you everything that Jax refuses.

“You get back here!” Lee growls as you run through the forest of thorns. Knowing where to duck and jump at just the right time. His goal was to keep you away from the king, and he’s succeeded most of the time.

“Argh!” He screams out when he loses sight of you. “You’re not going to like what you see!” His voice yells up into the sky. Shaking his head, he starts to sludge towards Jax’s palace. You’d brought him a human, and your deepest desire is to see what he did with the humans. Lee’s job was to keep you away from those creatures as Jax fed. He failed. He would pay. He is not looking forward to Jax’s wrath.

Slinking through the hallways, you listen to Jax’s deep groans. The screams of the human makes your skin crawl the closer you get. He has to be torturing her. Eventually murder her. Your morbid curiosity gets the best of you as you skip a few of the tiles, knowing that they would alert Jax to your whereabouts.

His door is opened a bit, and you have to peer through it. Watching his scarred back where his wings used to be. The skin is raised and still raw. Rippling with every thrust of his hips. The human woman’s hands start to claw into his skin, but he slams her hands above her head, growling something in her ear.

You can’t look away. You’d never seen your new king in such a vulnerable state. Completely nude with the woman. Unable to tell if she’s in pain or if those were cries of pleasure. Leaning into the door, it creaks and Jax turns his head. His minty green eyes locking in on you. His mouth sets into a frown, before he smirks.

Moving off the woman he turns her to look at you. Placing her on her knees before his hips slam into her backside. She is blind and doesn’t even see you, but his cold eyes stare at nothing else but you. Gnarling his teeth as he slaps her rounded ass, and you go to turn. “Don’t you dare!” He growls.

“You wanted to see. Watch it,” he chuckles as you start to step backwards, but your back hits Lee’s chest instead.

“I told you that you wouldn’t like it,” his breath is warm on your neck as he whispers right into your ear. “She’s enjoying it.”

“Why is she screaming then?” You can’t look away. It is horrible the way he is angrily jabbing himself into her.

“Pleasure. Some people get off on pain,” Jax’s hand wraps around her hair, and he forces her to look up at you. Make you see the recoil in her breasts. Her eyes are dead. “He overstimulates them before he ever enters them. This is what we call fucking. She’s so blinded by the over indulgence of pleasure she doesn’t even know where she is. Won’t remember coming beyond the veil.”

“He looks like an animal. He does this to all my humans?”

Lee’s hand slides over your stomach, pressing you tight against him, “Your humans?”

“I brought them to him. I bring them to slaughter.”

“They won’t remember much. He devours their sadness, their pain, and then he pleasures them with pain. They need him just as much as he needs them,” he moans on your neck. Unable to contain himself. You had started to roll your body with Jax’s movements. It isn’t as harsh as his stabbing, but it was just what Lee needs. Letting your tight little ass circle on his swollen crotch.

“They’ll be a new human tomorrow. Just flashes of a memory of this moment,” Lee sees Jax’s eyes flick to your thigh, and he stares horrified at your bare leg. Your petals had rode up, and the veining of your mark could be seen. Quickly he tries to pull it back down, but Jax knows what he saw. Lee has been lying to him.

Slapping at her ass again, Jax’s motions begin to jerk before he stops all together. “You want to clean me off?” He grins, pulling out of her, and he turns her behind to you. “You see how gaping I made her? Go on, darling, push it out.”

“Jax!” Lee shouts from behind you as you spin around, and hug yourself to his chest. “Enough!” Jax lets the woman’s body fall to the bed and he stalks over to Lee poking him hard on the shoulder.

“You’re too damn soft on her.”

“And you are bonded to her, and still want to embarrass her.”

“You were supposed to be watching her. She wanted to see. Wanted to see what my cock is used for, and now she has. You did that bitch a favor, Pipsqueak. She was in the depths of despair when you brought her to me, and now she has a high better than any fucking drug. She’ll go back with the humans as new woman. She won’t be sticking a needle in her vein, or having sex for money. She’ll have aspirations. You did a good thing,” his voice starts to calm, and the anger no longer right at the edge, “Pip? C’mere, darling.”

“No,” you mumble against Lee’s chest, “You’re naked, and smell of her.”

“Darling, I just want to hold you. It’s what you really need.”

“I said no!” You dare to look over at him, and his brows furrow. “I don't need you!”

“The hell you don’t! You’ll always need me, Pip. And you!” His gnarly finger points at Lee, “You have failed me, yet again. You have one job, keep the Pipsqueak away from my sessions. And you’re a fucking liar.”

“I’ve not lied to you,” he only wasn’t honest. He knew Jax would become obsessed with the mark on your leg. It was hardly noticeable. Nothing to get excited over.

“Withholding information is a lie, and punishable by death!”

“No!” Screaming, you turn around holding your arms out in front of Lee, “Don’t you touch him! I will tell Andy!”

“Don’t you dare scream your idle threats at me. He gets punished.”

“No,” you no longer scream, and Jax tilts his head down to look at you. “Punish me instead. He didn’t do anything. I did this. I came to find you because I needed to know why I couldn’t watch. Lee didn’t do anything. Jax, please, he’s my only friend.”

Jax’s hand goes to your chin, and he lifts you up to fully look at him. You grit your teeth as his iron rings burn your skin. You had learned well, and the urge he has to praise you gets pushed down. Now wasn’t the time, “I can’t hurt you, Pip.”

“And I can’t let you hurt him. Punish me. Do what you want.”

“No,” Lee pulls you tighter to him, but you shake your head looking at Jax. Your new king. And you wouldn’t allow him to hurt your friend.

“Please, use me instead of Lee,” Jax loved it when you asked nicely. Something inside of him stirs every time that your soft voice pleads for him to do something for you.

“Show me your leg,” Lee told you never to let Jax see your thigh, but what choice did you have now. You slide a petal over to the side, and Jax gawks at the vine that was fairly small. He sinks to his knees, and presses his nose against your thigh, sniffing up the length of the vine before his tongue flattens on your skin, and you push him away from you.

“Your punishment is to be in my bed every night. And you…I’m not finished with you, you miserable excuse of a man.”

“He is no man,” you remind Jax. “And neither are you.”

“Get this cleaned up, Lee.”

“I won’t sleep in the bed where you’ve had other women. I don’t want them on my skin,” Jax lets out a low growl, but his eyes move to the raw skin on your jawline. You took the pain. You were becoming part of his court, and still not growing weaker like the other flower fae. But, they would have already been bouncing on his cock. So you did deserve different quarters.

“Fine. Care to join me for a bath, Pip?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself. Lee, get used to useless work, you coward.”

“Pip, come here, darling,” you look across the room into the bed where Jax sits, shaking your head. “You get your tiny little ass in here, I feel we need to talk.”

“You won’t hurt me?”

“Do you remember our bargain?” You shrug your shoulders, walking a bit more into the room. Faerie bargains can be a bit difficult, and you aren’t sure about your own with the king of sly words. “I can’t take from you as long as you bring me my humans. Have I ever taken from you, Pipsqueak?” Shaking your head no, Jax lifts his hand up to you, wanting you to take it on your own.

“I haven’t. We have both kept our end of the bargain.”

“But…I’m taking Lee’s punishment.”

He pulls you in between his thighs. His fingers no longer clad with iron rings, and his hands rub softly up and down your legs. Gone is the pain you always feel when he touches you. No longer a scent of burning flesh. A permanent indentation from his self caused pain of wearing iron. His thumb toys on the line of your mark, and you push him away. “Don’t fight me, Pip, you will lose.”

“Are you going to make me?”

“Make you what? Take my cock? No, darling. I have no desire to squeeze myself in your tiny little body. Why do you want to take on Lee’s punishment? He failed his job, and he was hiding your little secret from me.”

“It’s not a secret,” Jax raises his eyebrows as he stares down at you. “It’s not!”

“Where did you get them? You let someone mark your body, and didn’t tell me. You know how I love the taste of ink. Where did you get it?” His finger goes back to the edge of your mark, and as long as he doesn’t drift up him higher, you’ll allow this space.

“I was born with it.”

“That’s impossible. Only…Pip, who is your father?” You shrug your shoulders because you truly didn’t know who your father was. But you aren’t lying about the vines. “Let me taste it.”

“No,” his stomach rumbles with frustration. You always denied him at first. “That’s why I bring you humans. Lee said you shouldn’t know unless you asked. You never asked,” his hands on your thigh, roam up to your hips, settling on your waist before he lifts you up, and forces you on his lap. Straddling him, and your mark pokes out from beneath your dressing gown. It was getting darker. Bigger. More vibrant than before. The color was just as dark as his own.

“Do I scare you?”

“You can’t hurt me.”

“I can’t take from you. You can give to me though. There’s the difference, my tiny little Pipsqueak. You should know to make your intentions clear when making a bargain. I could make you scream and beg for me to take from you just to stop the pain. You’d do well in remembering that. Touch me. Go on, touch me. Run your dainty little hands up my chest. We’re bound together, darling, I own you. I can do whatever I want to with you, as long as I don’t take from you. Not even your life, but there are things much worse than death. Touch me!” He screams right at your face.

Your hands slide up his decorated chest. Using your fingers to trace the outlines of his own tattoos. Smiling when he starts to shudder, and then you slide down his back. Rubbing the pads of your fingers over his marred skin where his wings used to bed. “Enough!”

He pushes you onto the floor, and buries his face into his hands, “No one ever touches me there.”

“Why?”

“My cruel brother had them ripped off my back. Laughed as I crawled away from him. People want to act like I’m the monster, why don’t you ask Andy how many humans he has killed. I have never once killed a human. I leave them more human than they were before. I was made to be the villain, and stuffed into this desolate forest of thorns, but I make due with what I have. Stronger than he ever could be because I allow the pain to happen. Pain makes us more…human,” peering up into his minty green eyes, you lean your head to the side.

Jax didn’t fear, but he longed to be human. Wanted to feel the way a human did. “Humans love.”

“I have no love to give, Pip. It’s why I feed off their emotions; it's something real. Not this too long of a life that we are forced to live,” Jax was the second oldest faerie in the glen. Only his brother was older than him, and you wondered just how old he was. What he has seen in his life. What he has felt. Once upon a time Jax and Andy cohabited together.

“What do you do with them…”

“Would you want to feel it?” His grin turns devilish as his foot pushes your thighs apart. Staring at your core, “You’re curious,” heat radiates from you, and onto his foot. You were more than just curious. You are quaking with the need to feel it.

“It will hurt. You promised not to hurt me.”

“My word is as useless as dirt. But I assure you it’ll only hurt for a moment.”

“And then you throw me away just like your precious humans?” He runs his foot up through your center. Letting his warmth linger over your mound, and you tremble. You had never felt something quite like that before. Although it was familiar.

“I’d never throw you away, Pip. That’s a promise.”

“Your word is as useless as dirt.”

“This doesn’t feel good? Doesn’t it make you want and need my touch? Shake your head no at me, I can feel your pulse in between your legs. Just sit in my lap, and I’ll show you how good I can make you feel.”

“I have stipulations,” gulping, you look up at him. You did want to know what it felt like, but there is something you desire more. “I will, but I don’t want you inside me, and I want to know why Andy did that to you.”

“Not tonight, but I will tell you. In time. If you allow me to see all of you,” standing up, you knock off the shoulders of your dressing gown. Letting the thin material slide off your curves, and onto the floor. Bringing your arms up to cover your chest, but he shakes his head no, “I said all of you.”

Dropping your hands to the side, he lifts up his finger, twirling it around, asking you to do the same. Taking one step at a time, you turn around. Baring everything to him. Feeling his eyes trail up and down your body, you shudder. He was looking at you like his next meal, “My beautiful tiny Pipsqueak,” his? Your breathing speeds up as you turn back around to look at him.

“Now, let’s put you to bed, crawl back on my lap. I’ll give you the smallest taste of my sin,” your feet feel like lead as you put one in front of the other. Crawling onto his lap, and his thumb goes back to your vine. Sliding up and down it, while also dipping lower to your core. “I should have asked you to spread your legs. Maybe I could have seen where this leads to.”

“Is it me, my body, or the vines that I have no control over that you desire most?” Giving a bit of a smirk, Jax watches as the vines deepen, ridges sprout along it with every grind you do over his body. Your brain might not remember, but your body did. Craved him, and the friction.

“They’re changing,” he hums, finally looking up at you. “Does this mean your darkness is blooming? Or are you going to deny me again?” You sit silently, apart from your heavy breathing. Gripping onto his shoulders, you bare down even harder. Letting your body give into the temptation and pleasure as you pinch your eyes closed. Going outside of your mind for a moment.

Jax’s eyes flick over to the door, holding those blue eyes as he bends closer to your bouncing tits. Giving a smile before his mouth circles around your pebbled peak, and you mewl. Moving harder. Faster. Giving to him what he has wanted, while he watches the man conflicted.

Lee goes from glaring at Jax to watching your beautiful body writhe over him. The tent in his pants is painful, straining against his clothes. That should be him. You offered yourself up for Lee’s punishment, and yet, here he is still being punished. Always. Jax knew the hold that you had over Lee, and he tortured him with it.

“Let me enter inside of you, Pip!” He begs, moving his mouth to your other tit.

“Tell me about Andy,” his sucks turn into a bite, and you laugh. Leaning back, you rest your hands on his knees, letting him view your tattoo even closer. “Then look at what you will never have.”

He doesn’t even care about the tattoo, just your puffy cunt that was on his stomach. He growls out your name as you move to get up. “You have no power over me, Jax. We’re bonded, but you don’t own me. Lash at me, spank me, do whatever you need to in order to pay for Lee’s punishment. We’re done for the night.”

“I said in my bed!”

I was in your bed, and now I’m leaving to get some sleep. You can have all of me if you tell me about Andy,” Lee’s eyes flash bright blue before he steps back in the shadows. You didn’t need him right now. You were doing just fine on your own. “Let me take your pain.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Then suffer alone,” you whisper, grabbing up your gown before walking back to your own bed. Glutton for punishment. Jax would never get over it, and with that came his suffering. His downfall. His own living hell.

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Sick Of Leaving In The Morning

part one of Dreams can come true

Chapter summary: life after mating is pretty good.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: 3311

Warnings: a lot of loving. Alpha\Omega, neurodivergency reader, soft dark!Lee (but as you can see it's mostly soft)

Notes: well we're here, the sequel, where I continue giving little glances at their lives because we all weren't ready to give up on them🤭 I hope you like it and leave me a message if you loved it, I thrive on those💕

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The smells are heavy in the air as you stir the pan with sauce and keep an eye on the juicy steak cooking to, hopefully, perfection. 

One eye on the clock above the entrance, tells you Lee will be home within a few minutes. Your heart jumps thinking about him. It still does. Even after months of marriage. You can see his smile clear in front of you and the spoon in your hand stills as you daydream about your husband. It still feels a little weird to call him that. 

He, on the other hand, has no problem calling you wife. It was ridiculous even, because it seemed he took up every opportunity to call you by that name. Like he wanted everyone to know, and they better not forget. 

“Have you met my wife?”

“My wife cooked this. It's the best dish I've ever eaten. Don't you think?” - accompanied with a cold look if the other person didn't rush to affirm quick enough.

“My wife and I like to spend our evenings alone.”

“My wife reads a lot, she's got a good head on her shoulders. Better than the idiots I have to work with.”

You were flustered and could barely look at anyone when he went off like this. His hands firmly around your waist, never giving an inch of room. He liked holding you close. And you could admit it grounded you having him so near. His smell always soothing you if you were nervous. 

By now everyone knew about the sheriff's wife. Gossip had mellowed down, and now it was only the occasional people, with nothing better to do than to sit down together and have some tea and biscuits to go over the most boring events of the day, who still looked to bring it up like it was scandalous. 

No one ever dared to bring it up to you. They were too afraid of Lee to try it. 

As sweet as he was to you, the more threatening he became if anyone troubled the happiness of his marriage. One wrong look. One bad word, and he would only glance at the person for them to know trouble was coming. 

You were mostly unaware of it, as he didn't want to cause any more stress. In his mind he was protecting you from the fierce side of his temper. He dealt with any grievances alone and without any possible witnesses. 

You bit your lips nervously as the steak was out of the pan and laid resting on a plate, almost ready to serve. Lee wasn’t going to be late, was he? The food would turn cold if he was, and you had made such a careful planning of arranging everything to be done at the same time. What if he was held up at the station? 

Sure, you could wrap up a plate and heat it up again, but it never tasted as good as when you put out in front of him, steaming hot and fresh. 

Your worries were for nothing, as the door opened only a few seconds later, and soon the scent of him drifted towards the kitchen and you inhaled like it was the first fresh breath you had since he left. Your shoulders relaxed and your mind calmed easily.

He was home.

He found you easily. The first thing you noticed was his smile as he saw you, and the way his eyes warmed when your eyes caught each other. 

“Hi honey, it sure is good to see you.”

You felt like you could melt into a puddle hearing his rich voice.

“Are you hungry?” You smiled, looking at the floor, simply too overwhelmed with his presence. 

“Yeah,” he croaked, nearing you.

Your hands were already reaching out to the plate to pile the roast potatoes and vegetables alongside the steak, when you were wrapped into his embrace and his face pressed into your neck. 

His body wasn't fully pressed against you, keeping a few centimeters of room for his hand to sneak between to place it on your belly. 

“Starved really,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your neck that had you shaking already. 

His other hand slid up your waist, and you swallowed.

“Lee…the food.” 

“We can eat a little later,” he replied as he lifted your chin so he could properly kiss you.

“But it's perfect now,” you whined.

“And it will be perfect later.”

That wasn't true. You frowned. “No, it will be cold, and the gravy will have set and-”

“Honey,” he interrupted sternly and you closed your mouth and looked at him. “Dinner looks great, you have done so well, but I really want to make love to my wife before I eat.”

Oh. You looked away. You wanted to, but…

His hand stroked your cheek softly.

“Look at you, sweetheart. All pretty waiting for your man to be home. Cooking me a meal and wanting to serve me. How could I be so lucky? Can't deny me a taste of you, can you? Had to wait so long to see you, to touch you. And here you are. I'm not a patient man, honey. I will eat all that tasteful food you worked so hard on, after. But I need to be inside you now.”

Your knees buckled. Or they would have, had he not quickly steadied you. His belly pressed against yours. 

“You're gonna let me love on you, baby?”

You nodded. Your hands grabbing his sweater to have something to hold onto because you wanted to move them - flapping your mother called it-, the excitement now too much for you.

“You smell so good honey, better than that steak you've been making me, even if it does smell delicious. You're taking such good care of me. Let me return the favour.”

He swooped you off of your feet, a smug smile appearing when you let out a little shriek, and carried you towards the stairs. 

“Gotta warn you, I'm real hungry, honey, might have to remind me to be a little more gentle to you now you're carrying.”

Your eyes fell on your swollen belly as his scent thickened. 

“Can't imagine how much it does to me seeing you carry my child.” He nearly growled, and a rush of slick trickled down your thighs upon hearing it. Your body already preparing for what was to come. 

Finding out you were pregnant set something off in him, and it was like he couldn't keep his hands to himself around you. Which wasn't different from how it was before, but somehow felt even more intense. 

While he was always sweet and gentle with you, there was something dark and intense as he looked at you, and he was insatiable. 

Not that you minded. It made you feel so desired and loved. No one had ever given you this much attention, and this much affection. Lee made you feel loved and wanted every day. 

Once he carried you upstairs, he found your bedroom easily, his shoe kicking it open swiftly, and laying you down on the sheets carefully. 

He towered over you, just staring at you. Once his eyes landed on your big belly you saw him swallow and cup himself. It thrilled you that you had such an effect on him, your body responding to his needs and legs falling open for him. 

“You're so pretty, baby. I'm counting my lucky stars to have you. I can smell you from over here. You've been needing me too, huh? Waiting all day for me to return so you can let me have you. I can't wait to hear you scream my name, sweetheart. Knowing I'm the one doing this to you. I'm the one making you feel this way. The only one, huh? No one else is ever going to touch you.”

He undressed. He didn't hurry, even if you had expected to. No. He undressed calmly, as his eyes never left yours, holding you in place like an invisible bond. You couldn't look away if you tried. You wanted to watch him remove his clothes, piece by piece, but you were enthralled with his dark stare.

Once he was naked, he kneeled down and lifted your skirt. You threw your hands over your eyes, still shy as ever, while he disappeared from view under the annoying fabric. 

It didn't take long for his mouth to find you and you let out a moan. He inhaled with a growl and his scent was bringing you to even bigger heights. He was enjoying this very much. Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed it more than you, because it sure gave him pleasure to see and smell what it did to you.

His tongue was licking you gently. Too gently. He was torturing you! 

“Lee,” you groaned, grabbing his hair with one hand, while the other grabbed the sheet in despair. “Please, Lee, I want…please, I want you.”

He sucked and licked, before replying. “Wait a little longer, I just want to taste you baby, been thinking about it since lunch, when I saw you packed me those heartshaped cookies. Wanted to rush over here immediately to fuck you good, but it's been so busy at work, and I can't let them run the place by themselves just yet, they'll mess it up. But I promised myself, as soon as I got home…”

“You're such a -” you whined at a particular good nibble.” “Such a good sheriff. So good. You keep everyone safe, Lee. I understand you're needed. I just, I just miss you, that's all.”

He groaned and the vibrations shot through you. You mewled and trembled. “Couldn't do it without you, honey. You keep me going. But I… I would give it all up for you. You know that right? For you and the little one. Our little family.”

You nodded, though he couldn't see. And maybe he didn't need to, because you reached your high and shook while clinging your legs against his head until you calmed down a little.

When he appeared into your view, his face was red with exertion, and possible lack of breath, but his warm eyes told you he was pleased with you. 

He crawled up to you, his body pressing against you, careful not to crush you as he laid kisses down your face and neck. 

He loved kissing his mating bite, and as always you wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him in. 

He didn't push in, however, but rolled over and took you with him. 

Suddenly you were on top. You looked down at him, trying to lift off, but he wouldn't let you. Confused, you eyed him. 

“Like this sweetheart,” he told you. 

You frowned. Like this, what? You frowned at him again, looking away when you couldn't read the answer on his face, your mind racing what he could mean.

“I'm going to put it in and you're going to move.”

You felt on fire, you couldn't possibly do that? How were you supposed to move? He normally did all the moving. And he was never underneath you. 

His hands stroked your side, fingertips brushing over the sides of your belly lovingly. His eyes glued to it and you felt his manhood twitch against you. 

“Come on, get up a little,” he told you, and you obeyed without another thought, as you always did when he instructed you.

He held himself in his hands and bit his lip, then glanced at you. “Now sit down again.”

You lowered yourself and felt him breach you. Moaning you laid your hands on his chest to steady yourself on top of him, feeling him inside of you so deliciously. You didn't think you would ever get used to it.

“Lee!”

“I know. I know, sweetheart, feels good huh? Your man loving you. ‘S all for you. Everything. Take it baby.”

The more you slid down, the deeper he went, but you hovered over him carefully. 

He frowned and grabbed you tightly and pushed you down. You trembled, already on the verge of another orgasm - you were so sensitive lately - and tried to lift yourself but he kept you right there. 

His eyes were dancing over your face, and you stared back.

You didn't know what he was seeing in your expression, but you knew what you felt and he wouldn't let you move away. 

“Lee, I'm probably too heavy.” You stated your concerns. 

He relaxed and looked at you sweetly. “Probably not as bad as when I'm on top of you, honey.” He looked a little bashful, eyes sliding down his own body with contempt.

“I like it when you're on top. It makes me feel safe,” you confessed, feeling awfully shy talking about this. No matter the physical part of your relationship, or how many times it became physical in your daily lives, you never became that comfortable discussing it. But Lee looked like he was criticizing himself, and that wouldn't do.

His attitude changed hearing your words. Eyes darkening again and a flush arising in his cheeks. 

“Yeah? You love your man protecting you, sweetheart? When I'm all around you? On top of you. Making you feel sheltered and safe? Letting me be around you and inside you?”

The mouth on him could be the cause of your death one day. You sank down on him, not being able to keep yourself up and off him. Your weight fully lowered down on him, and he groaned, pleased. His hands grabbing your waist, his groin moving firmly against you, like he couldn't help himself and wanted to be closer even if he was already fully inside of you. 

“Fuck, look at you, honey. Look at you sitting on top of me. Where you belong. You're gonna move, honey? You gonna help me get there? Yeah you are, right? Worked hard all day, come home, let my wife fuck me.”

You wanted to cover your face, but your hands were busy holding onto his chest to give you strength to do what he said. His words guiding your body, wanting to help him. Give him all of you, he deserved it. He wanted it. You needed to give him what he wanted. 

You moved, unsure at first, breathing heavy as his words made you throb where you were connected. 

“I can feel you, sweetheart. You're eager to give it to me, huh? If you weren't already pregnant, I would knock you up right now. Just like I did the first time we made love. Didn't that show you we were meant to be together? Only took one time. Bred you so easily. Because you're so good, honey. Giving me all I need, huh?”

You orgasmed again, squeezing him and he shook with the effort of trying to hold himself back. You collapsed, your muscles not used to the exertion in this position, but he just turned you over again, his teeth already on your neck, biting you gently to give you another high. 

You squirmed and grabbed him tight, legs wrapping around him as much as you could. Belly pressed against yours warmly, as he kept murmuring to you while he picked up the pace. 

“Fucking best wife ever. Perfect. Everyday, I can't believe you're there, all loving on me. I'm never gonna let you do, I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Knock you up again. Yeah, you like that, won't you? Me knocking you up again right after? Keeping you pregnant. Fucking my come into you just like a good Alpha would. Loving you always. Love - love you…”

He groaned like he was in pain as he released, triggering you to go with him again. It kept coming, you felt it seep into you, warm inside of you and you were keening. Clutching onto him because you didn't want him to leave, but he pulled out a little later and you whined. 

That wasn't what you wanted. He needed to be near again. Nearer. Why was he doing this to you? You cried a little, even if you didn't know why, and he shushed you.

“It's okay, honey. It's okay. Just can't lock you right now, you wanted me to eat your food, baby. And it's going to get cold if I knot you. You'll be so disappointed if it does. You know that, right? And I'm not going to disappoint you. But I tell you what. After dinner, I'm going to love you real good, all night if you want. Yeah, you want that? You want me inside you all night? Going to feel me during the day tomorrow. Remind you who you belong to. That's sounds good? I want that, sweetheart, wish I could carry you inside of me as well. But I'll come home and love you some more. Will keep me going through the day. So eager to go home to my wife and make her know how much I miss her every day.”

You pressed your face to his chest. You couldn't speak. It was too much. Your love was too much. You felt him. Inside and out. And you never wanted it to be over. 

But after a few minutes he pulled away from you and you nearly sobbed again.

“Come on, honey. Time to eat. That baby is going to need some food to grow, and can't have you faint on me. You need your strength. Remember what I told you. Tonight, baby. And I'm starving for that steak.” He smiled at you softly, helping you up. “ No, leave your clothes, it's warm enough in the house, and I can warm you up if you're cold. Let's go.”

Both of you were naked as you went down the stairs, your hands occasionally touching him, like you couldn't resist. He threw you a smile every time you did. 

While he was eating - sounds of appreciation throughout every bite - he mentioned to you; “think it's time to start nesting, sweetheart. You've been clinging onto me more than usual, and all the books told me those are signs you're ready.”

You listened, frowning slightly because you didn't understand. 

Lee had borrowed basically every book from the library about pregnancy and expecting, while you barely could read a paragraph before throwing the book in a corner. 

All that information made you stressed and you'd rather not know. It was scary. And while a part of you knew you couldn't avoid it, you preferred pretending it wasn't going to happen. 

The idea that a whole baby was going to come out of - no! You started sweating even thinking about it. 

But Lee took it upon himself to find out everything there was to know about the whole process. And he helped you settle down, and told you when you needed to know something. Sometimes it took you a little harder to calm afterwards, but he was always there. Guiding you, comforting you. And if it was really bad, he explored your whole body until you couldn't think of anything else. 

“I'm going to start ordering some things, honey. And your mom talked about that nesting blanket she used when she was expecting you, remember? Last dinner? I'm going to scent it real good so it'll smell like me. One of the reasons I'm working so hard lately, sweetheart. Going to let Jenkins take over while I'm here, I hope he isn't going to fuck it up, but it'll be his head on the plate if he does, because I'm not going to leave you alone for the last month.”

You grabbed his hand feeling all kinds of things at once. Worry, sure, but mostly love. You wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He was the best man on earth and he proved it all over again. 

Part two

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Up A Creek

Title: Up A Creek

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Prompts: Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut, requested by @electraphyng

Summary: Sheriff Lee Bodecker is sick of your trouble.

Warnings: period accurate homophobia, mention of having too many drinks, impact play (spanking), spit as lube, dubious consent, top!Lee, bottom!Reader, unprotected anal sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

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This wasn’t your first time in Sheriff Bodecker’s cruiser after a few too many at Old Jeb’s bar. Hell, it probably wouldn’t be the last time. He gives you the ‘I was a young man once, too’ speech. It’s the last thing you want to hear right now. That is until he gets to the part where he usually says something about making the right decision. Today, he has something different on his mind.

“Now, I’ve tried every goddamned thing I can think of to try and keep the peace in this damn county. I did it for years until you came along,” he drawls, making eye contact with you in the rearview mirror before looking away. “I’ve verbally warned you. I’ve arrested you. I’ve had you sit in the drunk tank all night. But every damn time I think you’re gonna do right by me and this county, you blow it.”

“Sheriff, I-” 

Bodecker slams his fist on the dashboard of the cruiser. “I did not ask you a question. You speak when spoken to now, you little shit.”

That shuts you up. When you look dejectedly outside of the windows of the cruiser, you realize you should already be at the station with the amount of time he was driving. You don’t know where you are, and you are with the man that hates you more than your damn Daddy. The farther he drives, you notice fewer lights and street signs and more open and wooded areas.

Dragging your eyes away from the window, you look back to the Sheriff. He gnaws a toothpick so hard that his jaw clenches. You catch more of his face in the reflection of the rearview mirror and think if he didn’t grimace all the damn time, he’d be such a handsome man. The kind that everyone would pay to see on the big screen.

You could hear your Daddy’s voice in your head: ‘Ain’t no son o’mine gonna be no damn pervert. I’d rather die.’ His words didn’t have the intended effect; you just became louder and prouder. But now and again, his words would creep into your subconscious, making you think that every damn thing you did was wrong because you were wrong. A design flaw, a mistake.

Your thoughts on your old man are cut short as you feel the cruiser slowing to a stop. Gravel crunches under the tires. Just as you were going to ask the Sheriff where you are, he opens the driver’s side door and gets out, shutting it behind him. You watch as he walks to the back door and opens it. You try to slink back further into the back seat, but he grabs your ankle. You kick at him with the other foot, but he catches it.

“Listen here, son. You try to kick me again; I’ll break it and tell the doctor you fell. Don’t test me,” Bodecker seethes, pulling you the rest of the way out of the cruiser. 

He grabs you by the elbow and walks you into the woods at the side of the road. Pulling you along behind him, he walks into a clearing that is barely lit by moonlight. He pushes you down to your knees. You somehow catch yourself from falling forward onto your front. Walking around you, Bodecker gets your attention by calling your name. He smiles a toothy grin when you look up at him with fear in your eyes.

“Now, I wasn’t gonna say nothin’, but your old man asked me to keep an eye on you. Said something or other about his son not being interested in chasing skirts. Wanted me to talk with you, but I think I got a better idea,” he remarks, sitting on the tree stump nearby. He waves you over, and you walk on your knees slowly before stopping in front of him. 

When he taps his thigh, you chance asking what he means. “Sheriff?”

He sighs, reaching for you and pulling you to lay over his lap, his strength on display. “Just hush now; the only words I wanna hear outta you are how good you beg. You’re up a creek, son, and the only paddle is my goddamned hand.” 

You’re lost to what you’re in for until a heavy wallop lands across your ass cheek. The force with which Bodecker spanks your ass is so much so that you cry out in pain. He must like the sound of that because he delivers another lash to your other cheek. He groans, and you can feel the bulge hardening in his pants just under your stomach.

You can’t believe it, but Sheriff Bodecker is spanking you like an ornery child. He’s enjoying it, too. While you hate this man, you can’t help but grind your dick into his thigh with every whack he executes. 

One after the other, he tears into you until you’re a sobbing mess. With a dick so hard it could cut diamonds, you give in to begging. “Sheriff, please. I can’t take anymore. I’ll do anything; just please make it stop.”

He pushes you off his lap, and you land on your back with a thud. “I told you, you would eventually start begging,” he breathes, coming down to kneel next to you. 

Before you know what is happening, Bodecker is bent over you as he fumbles thick fingers through unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. Your cock springs free in the cool, night air as your pants are tugged to your ankles. With your hands cuffed under you, you’re unable to have any shred of modesty. 

But it would seem that Bodecker doesn’t mind that at all. It would appear that he likes what he sees, judging by the way he palms himself while you watch him stroke you slowly. 

You throw your head back into the dirt, and he groans after you let out a whimper, so happy to finally be touched where you need it. But not for long. Letting go of your cock, he tuts when you whine at the loss. Lifting your legs, he folds you like a pretzel with your thighs pressing into your stomach.

You know exactly what Bodecker’s intentions are once you hear his belt being unbuckled. But it’s when you hear his zipper that you know you are about to be fucked. And you couldn’t decide whether to be upset or thankful. All you know is that you need him to get to it fast. 

Unable to see past your legs, you hear rather than see him spit into his hand. And you thank him silently for at least trying to make taking his length a bit more bearable. Once you feel the wet tip poking at your puckered opening, you wince and wiggle your ass but stop when a warning slap hits your thigh. 

“Hush, now. Sooner you let me in, sooner this’ll all be over,” he insists, pressing further inside you until he is balls-deep inside you. As if crafted by the gods, Bodecker is not only long but thicker than any guy you’ve been with. He grants you half a minute to get used to his size before he pulls out and thrusts back inside you. 

The strangled cries of ecstasy that leave your mouth echo through the trees; the sounds of flesh against flesh dance on the midsummer night’s breeze. You could never have guessed in a million years that you would end up in this predicament. Hell, you wish you would have thought of this earlier, fucking the Sheriff to keep him off your back. 

“Fuck! You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels so fuckin’ good. Takin’ me so well, like a good little slut,” he praises, changing his angle and leaning into you. With his hands on the backs of your thighs, he pounds into you and revels in the garbled nonsense that trickles from your mouth. 

Your cock, hard and forgotten, twitches when Bodecker hits your prostate. Your ass clamps down around his cock as you let your orgasm wash over you. Stars explode behind your eyelids as you come untouched. Thick, creamy ropes coat your chest where your shirt rides up and exposes your skin. 

As you come down from your high, Bodecker chases his release. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he groans as he blows his load, painting your insides. As he softens, he slips from your hole. You feel his cum dribbling out of your used asshole as he stands up to straighten his uniform and dust off his slacks.

You lay there, looking up at him until he helps you to stand. He unceremoniously tugs up your pants as you stand on wobbly legs. Grabbing you by the arm, he leads you through the dark woods to where his cruiser is parked. You’re shoved into the backseat, and he takes his time staring you down before closing the car door.

Once seated in the front seat, Bodecker pulls a piece of candy from the glove box. Unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth, he noisily lets the hard candy clack against his teeth as he sucks on it. He all but ignores you as he turns the key in the ignition and pulls back onto the road. 

You sit quietly looking out of the window as the familiar sights of Knockemstiff come back into view. Your ass hurts and leaks on the entire drive while dried cum plasters your shirt to your torso, but you don’t make a fuss. Noticing the Sheriff has turned down the road leading to your house, you’re somewhat relieved for this night to be over. 

He stops in front of your house, shuts off the car, and turns around to face you with his arm thrown over the seat. “Am I gonna see you causing trouble in my county again? Or am I gonna have to take you back out to the woods and…straighten you out?” His piercing blue eyes show no other emotion but annoyance.

“No, sir,” you lie. You have no intention of being a good little soldier for your Daddy, the Sheriff, or anyone else. But a piece of you wouldn’t mind being a good little slut for Bodecker. 

“Good man,” he replies, turning back around and exiting the vehicle. Letting you out of the backseat, he uncuffs you and lets you start up the walkway to your parents’ house. He whistles to get your attention, and you turn around. “You be good, now. I’ll be watching.”

You simply nod, unsure of what to say. Pulling the key from your pocket, you unlock the front door and enter the house. Leaning against the front door after you close it, you hear his cruiser’s engine turn over and exit down the lane. 

The living room light comes on, and your father appears from the hallway in his pajamas and slippers. “Was that the Sheriff?”

“Yeah, Dad. He gave me an earful tonight. I’m exhausted; I just want to sleep,” you babble, stepping away from the door and walking past your father to get to your bedroom.

“Well, I hope you were listening to what he said. Maybe spend less time out there causing all kinds of trouble?” He encourages, crossing his arms.

“I’ll do my best, Dad,” you lie again, just wanting to disappear into your room. “Good night, Dad.”

“Good night, son,” he sighs, letting you off without a lecture.

You collapse on your bed, not bothering to take off your dirty clothes. A fitful sleep awaited you, and you wouldn’t keep it waiting long. That night, you dream of blue eyes following you through the dark, and it does nothing but spur you on to make the next wrong decision.

A/N: First time writing for Lee, first time in about ten years that I wrote M/M fic, and I fucking loved it. Hope you enjoy!!

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pairing — vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader w/c — 100 words warnings — vampirism, blood drinking, dark elements a/n — written for The Basement Spouses writing challenge, with the prompt Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” this is the first thing i've written in months. thank you to @vellicore for helping me get my muse back and @vonalyn for quelling my anxieties.

The soft flicker of the candle swirled into beautiful hues, the only sound in the room Lee’s soft grunts as he drank your life’s essence. 

For something so macabre, having your blood drained by your captor was surprisingly soothing. 

When he pulled away, mouth covered in your blood, you became cognisant for a moment.

You’d been his thrall for years. Did anyone miss you? You looked at the candle. How many birthdays had you missed?

Lee cupped your face, examining the distress in your eyes, feeding on your emotions like he did your blood. 

A whimper left your lips, and he grinned. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

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Late Call

We're back Lee girlies I'm back on my corrupt sheriff shit. This so SO inspired by the lore for Lee and his post divorce with Flo girlypop written in the chat by yours truly and @bucknastysbabe and also I've had this google doc just...open in my tabs for ages. Here's the post for the dead motel I took the Plaza Lodge from.

fem!reader

Lee rarely responded to late night calls himself. One of the perks of being the sheriff-he got to go home at 7:30 and leave all of the idiots underneath him to deal with noise complaints and bar fights. Even if all Lee did with his free evenings was park his ass on the sofa and fill up with TV dinners and sodapop and packaged cookies, watch ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ and tug on his cock-it was still better than responding to hillbillies domestic disputes. 

It wasn’t uncommon to get calls from the apartment block his sister Sandy lived in, either. About ten years ago-when Lee had been a fresh-faced deputy with a wife and a plan and pants that fit-the building had been a motor lodge. Not a particularly nice one, but a functioning motor lodge nonetheless. The place hadn’t really started going downhill until they’d converted it into apartments. What did anyone expect? The rent was cheap, the building itself ill-maintained, and several of the residents seemed determined to make their units a welcoming home for all manner of pests. 

Units like Sandys. Christ, it made Lees eye twitch just thinking about the mess of her place. However much of the mess was his sisters and how much of it was the fault of her stinking pig of a husband was still up in the air. All of that to say-Lee wasn’t usually perturbed by calls from the apartment block. They were rarely a big deal. 

Despite knowing all of that-save the bits about Lee stuffing his face and jerking it to Bess Myerson-Willis still felt the need to call Lee up at nearly 11 o’ clock at night. Lee had been tempted to just not pick up the phone, but, well…he was the sheriff. He had certain responsibilities. Even if just hearing a voice from the station while he was at home made him want to groan. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry to bother you so late, Lee-” 

Really, everyone was meant to be calling him ‘Sheriff Bodecker’, but Lee wasn’t going to fight that battle at 11 at night. 

“You got a reason for buggin’ me like this? I don’t wanna spend my night chattin’ with you.” Maybe Lee was a little grumpy about being shaken out of his post-orgasm food coma. Maybe Lee was a little grumpy most of the time. 

“It’s just that a call came in from the Plaza Lodge, and I know that your sister lives down there , so I thought-” 

Lee didn’t even let the dispatcher finish. He was already annoyed that he’d had to haul himself up to answer the phone, and the movement had made the fullness of his stomach shift from ‘pleasantly full’ to ‘tight and queasy.. “I don’t need to go down there every time someone hears a goddamn bump. It’s a shithole. People call the police. Handle it.” 

“I know that, Lee, it’s just…” Willis was trying hard to justify the call. Pissing Lee off usually meant spending a shift out patrolling the county line, looking at skinny cattle and rusted out cars. “Well, the caller reported gunshots, and they said a woman was gettin’ all worked up and hysterical, so I thought maybe you’d want to know about it.” 

Alright, that did make a little knot of anxiety form in Lees chest. As tangled up and messy as his relationship with Sandy was, she was still his baby sister. If something was awfully wrong, he oughta be there. A sick, shameful part him-though not really that shameful-hoped that fucker Carl had finally put his hands on her; slapped her around or pushed her down the outdoor stairs. Something that wouldn’t hurt Sandy too badly, but would still let Lee finally get the son-of-a-bitch in handcuffs. Or even better-gunshots, agitated woman-Sandy had just snapped and shot Carl. Now that would be something worth getting up to see. 

With that in mind, Lee hung up on Willis while he was still talking and set to getting dressed and moving, and if he grabbed two Pepsis to drink on the way, that was his business. It was late, he needed the sugar to perk him up. 

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When Lee pulled up to what used to be the Plaza Motor Lodge, he was greeted with both disappointment and relief. There was only one cruiser in the parking lot, and the whole place was pretty quiet; just a couple of people standing out on their porches, smoking or sipping from chipped mugs, trying to look like they weren’t attempting to nose in on their neighbors. That at least ruled out Carl having gotten a bullet in his ugly forehead.  Considering that Sandys apartment was one of the dark ones, the bastard was likely actually warm and cozy in his bed-which Lee had no doubt was riddled with bed bugs. What a shame. 

The door to a ground floor unit was open, however, so that was likely where the problem was. He could’ve just gone home right then. But he was already there, and unexplained gunshots were pretty unusual in Meade. People out in the holler loved to fire shots off at all hours of the night for reasons only Jesus knew, but Lee liked to think that the center of the county was a little more civilized. 

He rapped his knuckles on the doorframe, but didn’t wait to be invited in-just did it to let the people inside know he was there. Deputy Howser was sat on the sofa, a notepad balanced on his knee. The other person-presumably the apartments tennant-was pacing the short distance between the front door and the kitchenette. Agitated? Definitely. Hysterical? Yet to be seen. 

“Sheriff Bodecker!” Howser didn’t stand to greet him, but did pat the spot on the sofa next to himself. “You’re gonna want to hear this, Sheriff. Pretty lady’s got a real story for you, huh?” 

The apartments tenant paused in her pacing to whirl on Howser like a jungle cat. “How about you try taking me fucking seriously?!” 

Lee sort of thought steam was going to start coming out of her ears. 

“I’m not the one shooting at ghosts, miss.” Howser said, raising his hands in mock surrender. 

Lee stepped farther into the room. For all of the shit he’d done as sheriff, he was pretty good at the actual minutiae of police work. He’d defused more fights and talked down more angry and panicked people than he could count. 

“Take it easy, sweetheart.” He said in his best ‘everything is okay, miss’ voice. “I know you-”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart!”

The woman had whipped her head to him the moment it left his mouth. There were mascara tear tracks streaking her cheeks, but she didn’t look sad or scared, just pissed to hell. 

She kept going. 

“If one of y’all would just listen to me for one goddamn minute I could explain!” 

Lee sighed and sat down on the sofa. The deputy nudged him, smirking, and Lee realized that the idiot was going to be extraordinarily unhelpful in sorting this out. 

“Get out of here.” Lee told him. Howser didn’t even question it, likely glad to have one more thing cut from his night shift. Back to the station to sit around and drink burnt coffee with his finger up his ass, most likely. 

Once the deputy had gotten his skinny ass out of there, Lee leaned forward, elbows on his knees-ignoring how that position made his gut roll against his belt. He had bigger fish to fry. 

“Listen, miss.” He began. “I can see you’re pretty worked up, that’s no good. How about you take a breath n’ sit down n’ tell me what’s going on. I hear you were shooting at something?”

She held back for a few moments, then seemed to accept that Lee was the best she was going to get and sat down. With the woman on one end of the sofa and Lee on the other, she told the sheriff what had happened. 

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She wasn’t shooting at ghosts. Lee had figured as much from the start, but it was nice to have confirmation. What she had been shooting at-or rather, what she had shot at, as there had, in reality, only been one bullet fired-was a man. According to her, a man she worked with in one of the shabby little offices in the center of town had been following her home for a couple of days. She had looked through the front window and seen his car lingering in the parking lot, pulling up in front of her unit then pulling out again and looping the lot. So she’d gone into the mostly empty parking lot and fired once, just to scare him. “Just so he knew I had a gun.” she’d said. 

Lee scrubbed a hand over his face when she finished the story. Some men just didn’t know how to handle rejection. Not including Lee, of course. Why, he’d never been rejected by a woman! Not that he was pursuing many these days, after the whole mess of the divorce with Flo, but still. 

“I’m not gonna arrest you for being scared.” He said. He wasn’t. If he had really wanted to, he probably could’ve gotten her for disturbing the peace or unlawfully discharging a firearm, but he didn’t really want to. He’d let worse things slide than a pretty young woman taking her safety into her own hands. 

“What if I had someone stop by here on patrol tomorrow night? Stick around the parking lot for a bit, make sure no one who shouldn't be there is hanging around.” 

She looked away from him, worked her hands in her lap. A lot of the furious indignation in her had faded away, replaced by exhaustion and anxiety. 

“What about tonight?” She asked. 

A reasonable question, but one that had Lee sighing and falling back against the couch cushions. “Jesus Christ, miss.” 

What about that night? Sure, Lee could call Howser back up and have him watch for a bit, but the dumbass would probably just upset the lady again. And Lee was already there-now that he had been up and moving for a bit, the queasiness from earlier had pretty much abated. He wasn’t even feeling particularly tired. 

“I’ll stay for a while.” 

“Really?” She didn’t demure or simper about the big strong sheriff not needing to waste his time on a little thing like her-although it would’ve done wonders for his ego. She just raised her eyebrows, a bit bewildered but pretty accepting. 

Lee nodded, then pushed off his knees and stood. Sure, he’d stick around for a bit. He could finish the half a Pepsi sitting in his cruiser and make sure no one sketchy was hanging around. Well, as far as it pertained to this lady and her problem-if they went and hauled out every creep and scumbag from the Plaza Lodge Apartments they’d have half the tenants, Sandy and her no-good cradle snatcher of a husband included. 

“I’m already here. God knows there’s enough to keep an eye on around here.” 

That got a smile out of her, albeit a small one. If he had been about ten years younger, didn’t have an ex-wife with some truly awful stories about him, and his belt wasn’t biting into his lower belly something awful, Lee would’ve been thinking she was real pretty when she smiled. Even when she’d been snapping at Deputy Howser like a rabid dog, she wasn’t bad looking-just upset. 

“I…I really appreciate that, Sheriff Bodecker.” 

Oh, if Lee didn’t just love the sound of that! ‘Sheriff Bodecker’ said with respect like that was music to his ears. If only everyone referred to him like that, instead of ‘Lee’ this and ‘Lee’ that. 

“ ‘S no trouble. I’m used to late nights.” 

Lee didn’t even know he was trying to impress her until it came out of his mouth. It was a bit juvenile, sure, but the little smile didn’t drop from her face. And he was being truthful! Lee was used to late nights-it was just that he was usually meeting with Leroy or carrying out some of that chickenshit bastards pseudo-mafia business. Lee’s preference was to have his belly full, balls empty and ass in bed by 10pm. 

She cocked her head a little, which made her modern bubble hairstyle bob. Flo had wanted to get a haircut like that a couple of years ago, when it just started to show up in the fashion magazines that filtered in from Cincinnati, and Lee had told her that it would make her look like a bobblehead. By far not the worst thing he’d said to Flo, but it still wasn’t great-especially considering how  cute he was finding the same look on this lady. 

She just looked at Lee for a moment, apparently weighing his offer in her mind, then glanced towards the apartments little kitchenette. 

“I could make you a cup of coffee, if you’d like. Or, um, I have some leftover spaghetti, if you’re gonna be around…” 

“That’s alright. I’ll be right out there in the cruiser, stick around for a while and make sure your jackass doesn’t show back up.” Lee hooked a thumb back towards the front door, still standing open against the cool night air. 

“Okay.” She didn’t offer again. The lack of persistence in her offer stung Lees ego, just a little bit. It’d been a bit since a woman who didn’t reek like the sweat and stale beer had paid him more attention than an eye-fucking. Losing Flo really had tarnished his reputation, goddamn her and her suited-up lawyer with his fancy office in Dayton. If he’d really wanted to put up a fight, he could’ve accused Flo of sleeping with the bastard. She almost certainly hadn’t been, but it would’ve made the whole process a bit more inconvenient for her. Maybe that was a petty sort of win to want. Maybe Lee was the sort of man who wanted those wins anyway. 

And that was the end of it. 

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By around 1:45, Lee was dozing off in his cruiser. He’d finished off his room temperature Pepsi, smoked a cigarette, hummed the earworm theme song from 'Name That Tune' and smoked another cigarette. He’d opened and closed the glove box at least six times, contemplating the Chunky bar stowed in there. 

All while keeping an eye on the other cars in the parking lot, seeing if anyone was going to try to cause trouble. He doubted that the idiot who had been bothering little miss thing was going to show back up that night, but that didn’t mean other horseplay wouldn’t happen-though depending on what it was, Lee would have to let it go anyway. The girls down at the Tecumseh and a couple of illegal substances all fell under the umbrella of ‘things Lee let slide for cold hard cash’. 

The door of miss things unit opened up, light spilling out for just a moment. If Lee had turned his headlights on he could’ve gotten a look at what she was holding, but he also probably would’ve spooked her into dropping it. It didn’t matter anyway, because she came right up to his drivers side window. He’d left it rolled down after the first cigarette. It was a nice night for May. 

She offered him a steaming mug with a cartoon cardinal painted on it. The aroma of coffee hit him instantly-good, fresh coffee, not like the shit at the station that comes out burnt then sits in the pot for hours. 

“It’s been a bit. I figured you’d take me up on this, now.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Lee responded, taking the mug. Their hands didn’t touch, though to be fair, the only person who did much touching on Lee those days was himself. 

The coffee was strong and sweet, just how Lee liked it. So she could at least make a good cup of coffee, and really…wasn’t at all bad looking with the tear tracks washed off her face. No Bess Myerson, but that was a high bar. She was plenty attractive for a town like Meade-and a man like Lee. 

A lot of things could be good enough for a man like Lee.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whew Lordy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot Traffic Stop » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Your traffic stop turns into something hot.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, flirting, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex, Sheriff kink, praise kink, size kink, degrading, handcuffs, spanking, hair pulling, naming calling (slut), pet names

A/N: This was inspired by my trip to the beach on Sunday. I seen a lot of hot cops and immediately thought of Lee Bodecker. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You groaned when you seen red and blue lights flashing from behind you. You pulled over on the side of the road and rolled down your window, patiently waiting for the cop to tell you what you did wrong and give you a ticket. You glanced at your side view mirror to see the cop walking towards you. You couldn’t help but notice how hot he is, making you lick your lips.

“License and registration.” Lee says.

You gave him your license and registration. You checked him out as he was reading your information.

“Do you know why I pulled you over ma’am?” He asks, giving your license and registration back to you.

“No I don’t, Officer.” You answered.

“It’s Sheriff.” He politely corrects you. “You ran a stop sign back there.” He tells you.

“Oh I’m sorry, Sheriff.” You apologized. “I must’ve didn’t see it.” You say.

Lee noticed the way you pushed your breasts together with your upper arms to make your cleavage more presentable to him.

“Step out of the car.” He orders.

You obeyed his orders and got out of your car. You stood next to it, waiting for further instructions.

“Walk to my car.” He orders again.

You walked to his car and leaned against the front of it, waiting for more instructions.

“Arms out.” He orders once more.

You held your arms out and he began yo pat you down.

“Do you have anything on you that might poke me?” Lee asks.

“My nipples.” You answered cheekily, shaking your chest a little to make your breasts jiggle.

“Ma’am…” He warns.

“You asked and I answered.” You said. “Besides, you have something in your pants that might poke me.” You say, referring to the bulge in his pants.

“Ma’am, that’s highly inappropriate.” He says.

“Oh c’mon, Sheriff.” Your voice sounding seductive. “I’m just having some fun.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

You grasped his uniform shirt and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him sloppily. You pulled away from his lips, looking in his eyes that are now clouded with lust.

“Turn around and hands behind your back.” He orders.

You turned around and put your hands behind your back, facing his car. A tingle went through your body when you heard the clink of the handcuffs. He put the cool metal cuffs around your wrists and clicked them into place. Lee put his hand on the middle of your upper back and forcefully bent you over the hood of his car.

“Ooh, you like it rough, don’t ya, Sheriff?” You say cheekily.

A moan left your lips when his hand landed a harsh spank on your covered ass cheek. He kicked your legs apart before unbuttoning and unzipping your jean shorts. He pulled your shorts and panties down in one go, letting them pool around your feet. Your bare ass and wet pussy was now exposed to him.

Lee’s fingers rubbed in between your wet folds to your throbbing clit. You moaned and pushed yourself back against his hand. That earned you another smack on your ass, making you moan again.

“Since you’re acting like a little slut, I’ll treat you like one.” Lee says.

The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his uniform pants made another tingle go through your body. Lee pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and stroked it a couple times before lining it at your pussy. He rubbed his cock in your slick before lining it at your entrance. A loud moan left your lips when Lee slid his whole cock in your pussy with no prep at all. You did your best to try to accommodate his size.

“Oh Sheriff!” You gasped. “Your cock is so big.” You say.

“You can take it. I bet you’re used to taking big cocks in this tight little pussy of yours.” He says degradingly.

Lee degrading you only made you want him more. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and slammed back inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth fell open at the feeling. Strings of moans left your lips. Lee got a good grip on your hips as he fucked you against the hood of his car.

You turned your head, looking over your shoulder at him. One of Lee’s hands left your hips and was placed on the back of your head, pushing it against the hood of his car and held it there. You could feel the warmth of it against your cheek.

“You could’ve gotten away with just a ticket, but you decided to be a little slut so this is your punishment.” Lee says.

His thrusts got faster after he said that. Lee picked up one of your legs and put it on the hood of his car so he could fuck you at a different angle.

“You know…” Lee groans. “Anyone could drive by at any given moment and see you getting fucked like a slut by the Sheriff.” He says.

The thought of someone driving by and seeing you getting fucked by the Sheriff turned you on more and made you want Lee even more.

The sun and Summer heat was beating down on the two of you. Sweat began to form on yours and his skin, making it even hotter than it already is for the two of you.

Lee’s hand that’s on the back of your head grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up so your back was against the front of his body. Your arms were trapped between your back and his stomach. His free hand left your hip and found its way to your jaw. He turned your head to the side and kissed you sloppily. Your lips parted just enough for him to slide his tongue in your mouth, exploring every part of your mouth.

He pulled away from your lips, leaving you breathless. He attached his lips to your neck, kissing along your sweaty skin. A gasp left your lips when his teeth bit down on your skin, hard enough to mark you up.

Your hands blindly felt for his button up shirt, clutching the fabric in your hands. You were so desperate to touch him, but you couldn’t do much with your arms handcuffed behind your back.

“Sheriff, please…” You whined. “Please let me touch you.” You begged desperately.

“I told you you’re getting punished. That means you can’t touch me.” Lee says.

You whined and huffed. That earned you a smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Quit your fucking whining before I give you something to whine about.” He warns.

“Sorry, Sheriff.” You apologized with a pout.

“Good girl.” He praises.

His hands left your jaw and hair, finding their way to the bottom of your tank top. He pulled your tank top up above your breasts and pulled down your bra, exposing your breasts to him. His hands cupped your breasts, giving them a squeeze. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples before pinching them. A moan left your lips, along with your pussy clenching around his cock, making him moan. Lee did it again, earning the same reaction from you.

One of his hands traveled down your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it. His fingers worked fast on your clit, applying pressure on it. Your jaw dropped and your eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head back against his shoulder, enjoying and loving the pleasure you were receiving from him.

Your legs started to shake from the amount of pleasure you were receiving from Lee. Lee wrapped his free arm around your waist, holding you against him and to keep you from falling. Your orgasm began to build up quickly. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you.

“I can feel you getting close, darling.” Lee almost whispers. “You gonna cum?” He asks.

“Mhmm, yes, Sheriff.” You moaned, nodding your head.

“That’s just too fucking bad.” He says.

“But I’m being a good girl!” You say with pout, trying to reason with him.

“Yes you are.” He confirms. “But you’re not cumming till I do.” He says.

You just pouted. Lee’s thrusts began to get sloppy, but he regained rhythm after a moment. His own orgasm began to build up the more your pussy squeezed around his cock. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you, painting your walls.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says breathlessly, rubbing your clit faster.

A high pitched moan left your lips as you came hard on his cock. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Both of you stood there, panting heavily. After a couple minutes, Lee pulled out of you and tucked his cock back inside of his boxers, zipping and buttoning his uniform pants and buckled his belt.

He took the keys of the handcuffs out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs and took them off of your wrists. There were red marks on your wrists from how tight the handcuffs were.

You pulled up your panties and shorts, zipping and buttoning them back up. You turned around to face Lee, waiting for him to give you a ticket so the two of you can be on your way.

“That was fun. We should do that again.” Lee says.

“Wait… you’re not giving me a ticket for running a stop sign?” You asked.

“Nope. Consider this a warning.” He says.

You smiled and walked back to car and Lee walked to the driver’s side of his car.

“If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me.” Lee says before getting in his car and left.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒇

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - being the sheriff was tough, but lee had found something to relax him and that thing was at the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, oral sex, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Lee parks his car, tipping his hat at the people that pass before he enters The Strawberry Shack, he had become a regular in this place, enjoying that there were women always at his service. Lee nods at the woman at the front desk, heading straight for a certain door and making his way inside. There you were, he had been itching to feel your lips wrapped around his cock again. 

“Hiya, suga’. I’ve missed your lips so much, you miss my cock?” He stands in front of your hole, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull out his throbbing member. 

“Of course I did, I missed feeling your cock heavy on my tongue, I missed sucking you off until you cum down my throat. I miss your taste.” Your sultry voice causes Lee’s cock to twitch, your words music to his ears. “Are you going to let me have a taste?” You moan, licking your lips as you watch him stroke his thick girthy member through the hole. 

“Shit, suga’. Making me throb over here. You gonna be a good girl if I let you have a taste?” Lee groans, squeezing his tip before stroking his cock again. 

You whine. “Only for you.” Lee slides his cock through the hole, and you immediately launch forward and wrap your lips around him, sucking on his tip before sliding down and choking on his cock. Your tongue swirls around, flicking underneath and tracing the prominent veins. Drool seeps from the sides of your mouth as you continue to choke and gag on him, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, suga’. Best fucking head I’ve ever received.” His hands rest on his hips, fucking your mouth through the hole. Lee keeps his back straightened even though the feel of your mouth on him makes him want to crumble. His nostrils flare as he holds back his groans, feeling pleasure ripple through him.

You moan around him, sucking him harder, your head bobs up and down. You can feel him twitch on your tongue, enjoying that you can bring a man so dominant down with just your mouth. You move up to his tip, paying special attention to it. Sucking and swirling your tongue around it before you flick underneath causing him to buck his hips, accidentally letting a grunt slip. 

“Fucking hell, suga’. Keep that up and I’ll cum.” With a new thirst for his cum, you continue your movements but faster and harder, working like a whore to get his cream out. Lee’s eyes roll back, and he quickly rests his palms on the wall for support as you suck his cock like a vacuum. His cock begins to twitch like crazy, balls tightening before a large amount of cum spurts out of his tip, coating your gorgeous mouth. 

You swallow, lapping up every bit of his cream before you gently pull off with a pop. You watch him pull out and tuck himself back into his pants, a smirk resting on your lips. 

“Thanks, suga’. Make sure you’re ready for me tonight. Gonna need that sweet cunt.” And with that, Lee saunters off.

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[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 13

Kink: Handcuffs

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, masturbation (f and m descriptions), authority/power kink, dubcon (a little), alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, handcuffs, dirty talk, brattiness (a hint), pet names (sugar/good girl/sweetheart)

Not beta read

Summary: After stumbling out of a bar drunk, you get picked up by the local deputy and make his night a little more interesting.

Word count: 1.1k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

A/N: I can't seem to write short fics and idk why... Enjoy! - Love Grem x

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Your skirt was hitched over your hips as you worked your fingers under the cotton of your panties. Not that there was much skirt to hitch anyway, but the cool air that kissed your thighs as you circled your clit sent a delicious tingle up your spine.

You shouldn't have argued back with the deputy of Knockemstiff. That was sort of on you. You'd been drunk and stumbling home along one of the main roads. A neighbour must have called it in when you yelled obscenities at some guy who'd wolf-whistled at you when he drove past. When Deputy Sheriff Lee Bodecker had pulled up alongside you, asking if you were alright, you'd told him to fuck off and given him the finger. When he stopped the car and got out, asking you to calm down, you'd bristled and kicked the tyre of his car.

That had earned you a set of handcuffs and a ride in the backseat.

It wouldn't have been so bad if you weren't feeling so horny.

You'd met his eyes in the rear view mirror, you knew he was watching you. So you paid extra special attention when he sucked in a breath when your fingers trailed your thighs, brushing the hem of your skirt.

"So, deputy," you slurred. "Been a busy night?"

Lee swallowed thickly, clearing his throat and trying to focus on the road but his eyes flickered back to your thighs as your delicate fingers began to move a little faster under your panties.

"Wasn't busy till you showed up." He huffed.

"You seem like a man who likes to be kept on his toes." You shrug, spreading your legs a little wider. You see Lee's eyes widen in the rear-view and can't hide your drunken smirk. You huff a quiet gasp as you feel a jolt of electricity pulse in your core. "If you're gonna be Sheriff one day, you gotta get used to it."

Lee nods stiffly, turning down a road you don't recognise. There's no street lights, the beams of the headlights allowing you to see a brief three-feet in front of the bumper. You were off-road on a dirt path, surrounded only by woodland. Trees hugged the car, packed like sardines and fading into darkness.

You didn't quite know where you were. Somewhere on the outskirts. Somewhere quiet. That's all that mattered.

The engine cuts out leaving you in darkness until the click of the overhead light comes on and you see Lee's steely eyes looking back at you.

"You gonna come over here and take these off?" You wiggle your hands at him, the metal of the cuff twinkling in the gleam of the overhead light.

"You're a bad girl," he drawls. "Bad girls stay in handcuffs."

You pout your lip at him but heat flares inside you at his words. His eyes never leave yours as you hear his belt buckle come undone and the unmistakable sound of his fly come down. He sighs softly, stroking his hard cock slowly as he watches you. You don't even realise you've stopped moving your fingers until he speaks, too busy trying to see if you could get a peek of what his cock looked like.

"Don't stop on my account, sugar," He huffs with a smirk, pumping faster. "I wanna see you play with that pretty pussy some more."

You wet your lips, leaning back into the leather seat, pushing your panties down to your ankles and spreading your legs wide. You smirk yourself when you hear him suck in a breath at the sight, dragging your fingers back along your dripping hole again, toying your clit with your gathered slick.

You let your head fall back against the seats, eyes fluttering closed as you rub tight circles over your sensitive bud, tension building quickly like a string being pulled taught. Your heaving for breath, gasping softly, focusing on chasing your orgasm when Lee's drawl fills the car again.

"That's right sugar," He purrs. "Fuck, you look so good spread out like that."

You can hear how furiously he's beating his cock and it only spurs you on and you look back to the mirror again. When you meet his eyes, heat floods your body and you mewl; half-desperate to keep the noise trapped in your throat. You dip your fingers into your silky cunt, making Lee curse again as you moan a little louder.

"Put that other hand to good use," Lee commands through gritted teeth, his cock aching to be inside you as he watches your free hand moves closer to your clit as instructed. You jump when the cold metal of the cuff chain brushes along your hot folds and it leaves you breathless as you pump your fingers and start circling your clit again.

"So you can be a good girl when you want to be." Lee chuckles, letting his lips stay parted as his breathing hitches. The tightening you can feel building is almost ready to snap and you cry out.

"Shit - I'm gonna cum." You whine, your back arching against the seats.

"Cum, sweetheart." Lee pants, watching you with such intensity that your legs begin to shake. "Let me watch you come apart."

Your orgasm strikes you hard, and you curse loudly as your cunt pulse around your fingers, dripping cum onto the leather beneath you. Your legs twitch and your clit throbs as you breathe heavily, looking back at Lee with half-lidded orgasmic bliss.

"Shit, sugar." Lee groans, and you see his eyelids flutter as he cums with a stuttered moan. He slumps back into the driver's seat, trying to catch his breath. The patrol car smells like cum and sweat - and Lee had to make a mental note to grab an air freshener before his next shift.

"I should arrest you for public intoxication," He says, smiling slightly, cleaning himself up and shoving his softening cock back into his slacks. "And public indecency."

"Don't forget vandalization of a police vehicle." You add, huffing a chuckle, making Lee grin devilishly. You're still splayed open shamelessly, not even bothering to cover your still glistening cunt.

"Which time? Kicking a tyre or cumming over my backseat?"

"Whichever one lets me off the hook quicker." You tease meeting his eyes in the rear-view again. Lee shakes his head but you don't miss the way he licks his lips this time.

"You're gonna be trouble. I just know it." He says, turning the key in the ignition. The wooded area is illuminated once more as the patrol car edges out of the clearing.

"You're here to keep me in line, aren't you?" You smirk into the mirror. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing a lot of you, Sheriff."

[holylulusworld]

Snuggle & Cuddle - Flufftober 6

Summary: You and Lee spend a cold day the best way possible.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, snuggling & cuddling, established relationship

Trope: Huddling for warmth

A/N: Please be aware I mostly do not write canon for Lee. Short but sweet drabble.

Sequel to Snuggle time

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

“Cold, cold…” You shiver and complain loudly. The house you and Lee bought last year is a never-ending project, just like now. The heating system was broken, and you had to wait for someone to come and repair it for a whole week.

“It’s going to be warm soon, Chipmunk,” Lee flashes you a cocky smile. “How about you come downstairs and sit in front of the fireplace with me while we wait for the heating system to do its job?”

“O-kay,” your teeth chatter, and you rub your cold arms. Even though you’re wearing your thickest pair of socks, sweatpants, and one of Lee’s sweaters, you’re freezing. “Lead the way, Stud-Muffin.”

Lee chuckles at the awful petname. It just stuck, and he wouldn’t want to change it for anything. He wraps his arm around you, pressing you close to his side to lead you down the staircase.

“I promise, it’s warm,” he pecks your cheek at the bottom of the stairs. “I prepared everything to keep my girl warm.”

Lee guides you toward the fireplace. He turned the couch so it faces toward the fireplace. Fluffy pillows and blankets lie on the couch, waiting for you and Lee. He didn’t forget about the scented candles or the tea you love so much.

“Go ahead. Get on the couch. I’ll be right there to hand you your tea to warm you up,” Lee softly says. You stop in your tracks, glancing at the tea and then at Lee. “What is it, Y/N? Is something wrong? Did I forget something?”

“Hmm… I think I got something better to keep me warm,” you grin before guiding Lee toward the couch. “Let’s snuggle on the couch and warm each other up until the heating system works again.”

Lee eagerly lies down on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You lie down, facing him, and wrap your arms around his middle. He covers your bodies with two warm blankets, but all you need is his warmth and closeness. Lee is all you need.

You’re wrapped around each other, holding tight onto your love as warmth fills not only the room but your hearts too. Both of you lonely and looking for meaning in this world, you found each other in desperate times.

“I love you, Y/N,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded. “So much.”

“I love you too, Lee,” you hastily say and kiss his lips. “There’s no one else in this whole wide world I could ever love more.”

Part 3: Hot Chocolate time

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