#Lee Bodecker x male reader

[ellethespaceunicorn]

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

Beta: @peyton-warren

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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!!

[supercap2319]

"Don't ya fuck with meh, boys. Come out now." Sheriff Lee warned, rifle raised and ready. He was lookin to punish the two boys who killed his little sister and her husband, not knowing that his sister and her husband were serial killers.

"Put the gun down, sheriff. Aah got one pointed at ya." Arvin warned.

"Have mercy own we’uns, sheriff." Y/N pleaded.

The sheriff laughed. "Mercy? aah caint afford ya mercy. Mah job is to uphold the law. Aah'm gonna shoot ya kids, then aah'm gonna tell the officials that ya were tryin' to murder meh. That's how all this is goin' down."

[nickfowlerrr]

Would you rather:

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

it's no secret

pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

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

words: 3.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he was right. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, was he wrong. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed contentedly as you turned into him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How would she possibly know that?”

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

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

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

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

“There a problem with that?”

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

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

“More as in, like, dating?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

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

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

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

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

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Put the playlist on for this series and god... remember what it used to be like when I was good at writing?

I Walk The Line Masterlist

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: dom/sub, heavy daddy kink, pet names (babyboy, baby, baby love, angel), handcuffs, angst (it’s inevitable with me), religious imagery, unprotected sex, feminization, lingerie, domestic fluff (also inevitable with me), the 1960s and the horror that comes with it.

Relationships: Lee Bodecker x Male!Reader/OC

Summary: The Adventures of Daddy!Lee and his Babyboy as they navigate being in love, kinky, and in a forbidden relationship in 1960s Middle America. 

A/N: Please enjoy my hyperfixation of the month. It’s dirty, it’s secret, it’s poetic, and its full of ✨gay love✨. Ordered by when I uploaded them… not sure if this will have any sort of timeline yet. You can find my writing/vibes playlist for these two babes here.

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[sashaisready]

Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part Two

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

Story Masterlist

Part 1

You sighed as Lee asked you again who H might be. You weren’t going to keep up the pretence any longer.

“You already know. He just had a little crush, Lee. It was nothing. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d act like this” you told him defiantly, your exasperated tone masking the fear you felt underneath.

“Is that so?” asked Lee as he inspected the paper.

“Yes” you replied sourly, drying the plates and putting them back in the cupboard.

“Then why’d you keep the note?” he asked coyly. “Why did you hide it in your dresser? Imagine my surprise when I was tryin’ to find my cufflinks and stumbled across a love note to my wife from another man”.

“Like you give a shit” you spat.

His hand gripped your wrist and he span you around to face him. “Look at me” he growled.

Your heart was pounding when you saw his face, his eyes were ablaze with anger and his jaw tight. His nostrils were flared as his chest rose and fell. He was incensed.

But so were you now. You’d had enough.

“You’re hurting me” you replied calmly.

“When did you fuck him?” he muttered through gritted teeth.

You were frightened of him, but you also had nothing left to give. Your energy reserves were depleted. Finally, you’d had enough.

You dropped his gaze and coolly wrenched your wrist from his firm grip before spinning on your heel and heading to the stairs.

He grabbed your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. “Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me” he barked as his fingers dug hard into your arms. “Answer the question”.

“Let go of me” you told him bluntly, staring at him audaciously. Your body trembled and blood thumped in your ears but your anger was fuelling you.

“You gonna hit me, Lee?” you snapped as you looked into his dark eyes. “Huh? Just get it over with. I don’t care anymore”.

He’d never hit you before, but you’d had many close calls.

He snarled, easing his grip off you and then staring back at you in horror. He had never seen you like this. It had completely caught him off guard.

This wasn’t how he thought this was going to go, he couldn’t understand how you’d managed to turn this around on him.

You took this moment of confusion to run up the stairs. You pulled your suitcase from the closet and began to pack.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” Lee yelled as he stormed in behind you.

“I’m leaving you, Lee” you told him sharply as you chucked random clothes into the case. You didn’t even know what you were packing.

“You’re leaving me?” he scoffed. “You fuck another man and you’re leaving me??”

You silently continued to pack, ignoring him. He suddenly wrestled you onto to the bed, pinning you hard against the mattress as you began to scream.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetness” he bellowed as you struggled against him. You tried to kick and hit your way out of his grip but it was no use, he was too strong. His heavy body straddled you and pressed your wrists into the sheets.

“Tell me, now!” he shouted in your face.

Finally, drained from fighting you began to sob, wailing and allowing yourself to go limp. “Please, Lee…I can’t anymore. I can’t”.

His expression changed from anger to confusion as he watched your tears fall. “Wha-”

“I’m not happy, Lee. I can’t do it anymore. Please just let me go, please. I know you’d be happier without me too”.

“What??” he exclaimed. “Honey, I love you”.

You shook your head from side to side. “No…no you don’t. You’re never here” you uttered between sobs. “You would rather prop up the bar than be with me. Or be with whores. Don’t deny it again Lee…I’ve seen the lipstick marks, found the stains on your underwear. I’m not stupid”.

His eyes widened as he stammered to find words but you continued. You couldn’t stop.

“You don’t talk to me. You don’t pay attention to me. You don’t FUCK me. Y-you broke my record player and didn’t even replace it, and you know how much my records mean to me. I’m all alone by myself most of the time and I can’t even dance anymore” you cried. “You took my music from me”.

Lee gasped, unhanding your wrists as he lent back onto his knees. You trembled between his thighs. Everything had just come tumbling out and you couldn’t stop it.

“Jesus...honey” he said softly.

“Just let me go, please” you pleaded.

“So Harry was…” he trailed off.

You nodded as your bottom lip wobbled. “It only happened once. I’m sorry, Lee. I’ve just been so lonely. He was so attentive, he listened to me. He even danced with me. Y-you…haven’t done any of those things in so long” you whispered.

His expression was impossible to read but you flinched, covering your face in case he lashed out. Instead, he just climbed off of you and began pacing the bed. He looked shellshocked.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” he spluttered.

You shook your head, cowering on the bed as Lee’s face fell into his hands.

“Oh fuck. Oh Jesus” he mumbled. “Was it here?” he asked calmly.

“No” you whispered. “We went for a drive in his truck, when you had poker night” you said sheepishly.

Lee pressed his head against the wall. “Fuck”.

“C’mon, you don’t get to act all high and mighty - you cheat on me all the goddamn time” you growled at him, finding your anger again.

He turned to you, aghast. “Not like this” he said weakly. “I know I’ve fucked up before sweetness but it never meant anything. It was just sex. This wasn’t just sex” he said venomously.

“You’re a hypocrite” you spat. “You fuck whores in your car all the time. You won’t even fuckin’ TOUCH me. You don’t get the moral high ground here”.

Lee stared at you, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He knew you were right.

You sprang off the bed and continued packing.

“Stop that” he growled, yanking the case from your hands and flinging it to the floor. You shoved him and snatched it back again.

He was panting now, his rage building.

You paused for a moment as a glint of metal from his pocket revealed his car keys, your eyes darted to them for just a second, but he spotted it.

“Don’t even fuckin’ think about it” he warned.

But you were so far gone now you didn’t care. All you felt was anger and contempt, your fear had dissipated. You no longer had anything to lose.

You managed to snatch the keys from his pocket and made it halfway down the stairs before he caught you, tackling you to the ground as your body slumped across the steps beneath him. You howled as he tried to rip the keys from your clenched fist and you pushed your other hand’s outstretched fingers against his face to move him away. He responded by restraining your wrists against the stair and locking your hips between his strong thighs. You squirmed and flopped uselessly beneath him, he grunted as he held you in place – his teeth bared.

Your furious eyes met, your faces so near that your noses were nearly touching. You realised you hadn’t been this physically close to him in a long time and took a second to inhale his familiar scent. His weight on top of you was stifling yet you couldn’t believe it transported you back to happier times when you had been closer, when all was better. You gasped as you realised his erection was digging into you.

His breaths were short and urgent and before you knew it his tongue was in your mouth and you were writhing against his crotch. He freed one of your arms to undo his fly and push your briefs to the side and suddenly he was inside you and you were both crying out. You told him that you hated him and he told you that he loved you and that he would be better now and suddenly your orgasm was approaching. His mouth was on your neck and you were clenching hard around his cock as you came undone. He was deeper than he’d ever been before and he filled you to the brim as he came, spilling out onto the stairs beneath and you loudly cursed knowing you’d have to clean it.

You stayed like that for a while and he held you, he wouldn’t let you get up but just sealed you in his strong arms as your back pulsed from lying awkwardly on the hard stairs. He told you that he couldn’t let you go because then he’d lose you forever and so you sobbed gently on his shoulder until you fell asleep.

He carried you to bed and you slept all night, even late through the morning – waking up at nearly eleven. You crept downstairs and he wasn’t there, but he’d left you a note saying he’d be home by five. He had left several things out on the kitchen table for you.

A brand new record player, pristine in its box.

The Your Heart Belongs To Me vinyl, snapped and broken. A stack of shiny new records next to it.

A single cheeseburger, cut perfectly in half.

You sighed heavily, retreating back up the stairs to unpack your suitcase.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Sebastian Stan works, arranged by character and type of work.

One-Shots

Something Old, Something New - Explicit - Nick Fowler x Reader - Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Events

Up A Creek | Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

Series

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Justin is a minor character.

Events

COMING SOON

Events

COMING SOON

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

[torturedtypewritersdept]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝐭𝐚𝐠'𝐬:

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𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒: { rafe cameron, jj Maybank, john b routledge}

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋: {dean winchester}

𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 (𝐔𝐒): {harvey specter, mike ross, donna paulson}

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄�� 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: {bucky barnes, steve rogers, tony stark, peter parker, etc.}

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: {steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, etc.}

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂: { lee bodecker, zach maclaren, nick fowler, steve kemp, ari levinson, any barber, ransom drysdale, etc.}

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤!

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

[becca-e-barnes]

Innocent reader going to visit her favorite (and only) sheriff Lee in a new baby pink dress she bought. Lee sees her walk into his office and immediately his cock stiffins because got damn you don’t know how that dress hugs your curves and squeezes your breasts so perfectly. Lee sees your wide hips and plump breasts and just thinks about you being his house wife. That’s when he loses his shit rushing towards you bending you over his desk. He can’t wait anymore he needs to be inside you needs to hear your pretty little moans he needs to breed your pussy till your really his little innocent house wife

My head is so full of Lee today, it hurts 🙈 I really want to write something longer today and I'm so torn between Lee and DBF!bucky eughhh

But the thought of just stepping foot in the station in a pretty dress and as soon as Lee's eyes land on you, he feels himself twitching in his slacks. That man is never one to deny himself anything and certainly not the pleasures of your body so he's already thinking of all the places he could take you to inspect that sweet little cunt of yours.

Everyone knows you're here for Lee. It's not much of a secret, especially when you're in a little dress like that. It shows off every curve from your full hips to your soft, plush breasts.

But a dress like that turns heads and unfortunately, Lee doesn't work alone. Plenty of those men don't realise they're practically drooling at the sight of you, nor do they realise their boss' door is cracked open for a change.

"God damn, Bodecker's fuckin' lucky. Just know she's even prettier when she spreads those legs." One man grunts, his eyes not leaving you as you make your way to the door of the station, the most oblivious smile on your face, just excited to bring your partner his lunch.

"Would rather see her on her knees. Imagine that sweetie smiling up at you, begging t'have her throat fucked." Another muses to his friend while you're still out of earshot, before smiling at you warmly as you walk past.

Lee's blood is fucking boiling in his veins. He's got half a mind to trail both of them outside but he's not sure he'd be able to stop himself if he started laying into them.

By the time you've made it to the door of his office, your smile is still intact but the same can't be said about his. "Don't close the door." He barks, not moving from his desk. He doesn't even get up to roll the blinds down which is unusual.

"You hungry, baby? You're a little grumpy." You smile, setting the paper bag on his desk, totally unperturbed as you slide into his lap.

It's not your fault of course. He'd never think that. You should be free to wear whatever you damn well please, those assholes shouldn't think they can say whatever they like about a woman going about her day but it stirs up something so possessive in Lee.

"You have any idea how fuckin' good y'look?" He whispers, totally ignoring your question because he's not hungry for whatever you've put in the bag. Your breasts are beautifully framed in that dress, pushed up a little and looking fuller than ever.

"You like it? I saw it yesterday and it made me think of you." You admit, watching his eyes light up because this is all for him. God, you're an angel.

"Kitten, the only thing I think would make this dress prettier would be a heavy baby bump under it." His huge hands are splayed over your tummy on top of the fabric of the dress, not missing how your hips roll against him just a little, a soft groan slipping from you.

"Oh baby, don't tell me ya want that as much as I do. Cause the thought of makin' ya my sweet little pregnant housewife is makin' my head spin." He admits, kissing your neck with a burning lust he doesn't normally surrender to with the door open.

"Want every last one of those assholes out there to hear me fuck a baby into my sweetie. Hell, how 'bout I fuck you against the glass? Let 'em watch me make my girl a mommy. They can watch me flood this tight little cunt. Bet they'll find it hard to keep jerkin' off to my girl when they see you leave with my cum runnin' down your legs." He's so lost in his own filthy thoughts as he frees his cock, sliding it home into your body.

Knowing the door is open doesn't even make you want to stay quiet. "Wouldn't that be nice? A ring on your finger and my baby in your belly. Pretty Mrs Bodecker. Fuck, 'm not pulling out. Gonna cum so deep inside you, there's not gonna be a chance I didn't knock you up." He's frantically rutting into you, sucking at your skin and groaning while he rubs your clit with two fingers. The chair beneath you is the only one protesting, creaking as Lee tries to use the limited space to thrust up into you.

[whore4teamcap]

Partners Against Crime

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After your boyfriend takes a promotion, you’re assigned a new partner. How will you both deal with the separation and potential of someone getting in the way? 

Warnings: This fanfiction does revolve around law enforcement but I will not include any controversies. 

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Thank you @stucky-my-ship for requesting this! I’m so excited to turn this into a series. Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much to those who read! Feedback and interactions are heavily appreciated. Also! Please reach out if you would like to be tagged in future parts and my other projects.

Part 1

You flickered your eyes open as a blaring noise came from beside you. No matter how many years of experience you had with this job, you swore you would never get used to this schedule. Even when you were starting out as a beat cop everything seemed easier. It was probably just the adrenaline from coming straight out of the academy but then your life changed. You were promoted from beat and finally landed your goal job as a detective. You dreamed of being a detective ever since you were little. You smiled softly at the memory of you sneaking downstairs to watch tv behind your parents backs. Often finding yourself glued to crime shows; they fueled your desires to take down criminals.

You throw your arm toward the side table and shut off the alarm. Then you proceed to roll over and frown at the empty bed space beside you. Your boyfriend, James Barnes, well you called him Bucky, just got promoted to Sergeant. He was officially in charge of the precinct you both worked at. Which was both a blessing and a curse. You were so proud of Bucky, he finally got the promotion he has been working his ass off for and the new job came with a lot of good things for him.

But, you couldn't hide the fact that it was gonna severely weigh on you. You and Buck had been partners since you first got promoted to detective. You both really clicked from that day forward. It was gonna take a lot to get used to not having him by your side. In this line of work you need a person you can trust one thousand percent. At the end of the day this person is in charge of your life and you're in charge of theirs. Bucky was the definition of what a partner meant to you. Which is why it was no shock that three years later you both shared an apartment and ended up falling in love. However you just knew the promotion would put a damper on that as well. You had to keep your affair hidden from the precinct and trusted very few people. When you moved in with Bucky, you weren't even allowed to update your address so every now and then you'd make your way over to your old place to pick up mail. Luckily, you hit it off with your old landlord and he helps with anything and everything you need. Although you were certain he did it to eventually get a legal favor. But you didn't mind. It bought you time with the man you love.

Being that the precinct didn't know about you and Bucky, you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the future. He was no longer your equal. He was your boss and you were terrified of the thought of someone finding out about your relationship. It could get both of you fired or moved to different precincts. Which was the better of the two, but it would be hard to work without each other. You strongly believed what made you best at your job was having him beside you. Or at least in the same work place. This mindset also made you question if your relationship would ever progress more than it was. Of course you wanted to eventually marry Bucky but how would that work with your jobs? There were so many obstacles the two of you faced and it made you even more stressed for your first day without him.

While groaning, you rub your face. Then you gain the strength to pull yourself from the half empty bed. You make your way to the bathroom and turn on the water. Giving it time to heat up while you go grab a towel and pick out clothes for your day. After showering and getting ready, you stepped out of your shared room. The apartment is small and cozy. New York was an expensive city to live in but you both made it work. When you were looking for apartments, you didn't care where you ended up just as long as we were with each other. Being that the apartment was tiny, you could see straight into the kitchen from the hallway. Your eyes fell straight on a note besides the partially full coffee pot. You smile to yourself and walk over. You lift it off the counter and begin to read,

Good morning Doll

I hope you slept well. I left early this morning to get a head start on everything at the station. I made us coffee. I hope it's still good by the time you wake up.

Yours,

Bucky

P.S. Please grab our usual at the deli before you come in

You let out a brief chuckle at the final sentence written on the piece of paper. You grab a travel mug from the cabinet and place it in front of you. Then you proceed to grab the pot and pour it into the cup. After adding creamer and sugar, you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip. The coffee was good but on the colder side. Therefore you pop it in the microwave while you quickly grab your belongings. When you hear the beep, you remove it and put the lid on. Carrying everything with you out of the door.

While driving to work, you swing by the deli up the road from your apartment building. You park on the busy New York street and quickly get out of your car and run inside. The bell above the door dings and Frank and Linda look up from behind the counter. You shoot them a large smile and they quickly return. The deli was owned by this sweet older couple since the early 70s. They were so kind to you and really cared for their regulars. So much so, they memorized Bucky and your order. Sometimes even having it ready before you arrive in the mornings.

"Good morning (y/n)! Where's Bucky?" Frank asks, his welcoming smile fading into a light frown. He walks toward the edge of the counter to meet you.

"Good morning! He went in early. First day of the new promotion. I'm still gonna bring him breakfast though," you explained while Linda grabbed a brown paper bag from the far counter and brought it toward you.

"Oh! Please tell him we wish him well, would you? We remember like it was yesterday when you both started coming in here. You've come a very long way and were so proud of you both," Linda said kindly. Her words turn your cheeks a dark shade of pink.

You could remember that day like it was yesterday as well. Bucky brought you here on your first day of the job and you've been coming to Frank's since.

-

"Why don't we stop and get food before we start our case? I know this amazing deli a few blocks away from the station," Detective Barnes suggests and you nod.

His gaze stays on you while you both get into his car. You slide into the passenger seat then proceed to put your seat belt on. You watch him do the same then start the car.

"So how long have you been a detective?" you ask softly, fiddling with your notebook and pen in your lap.

"Bout' 5 years or so. Rogers, the guy you met back at the precinct, he was my partner. We go way back," He replies while he pulls out of his parking spot. Beginning to make his way up the block.

You watched the busy street and took everything in with new eyes. You lived in New York your whole life but the city was still new to you. Your gaze shifts to your partner and you blushed lightly. His dark hair, calming smile and kind personality seemed to draw you in. But you pushed those thoughts away. This was professional and you knew that. However you found yourself incredibly lucky to be partnered with someone who already gave you such a welcoming homely feeling.

"Whatcha thinking about, (y/l/n)?" he asks. Shifting his attention from the road to you. His eyes connected with yours and suddenly all of your first day jitters went away.

His eye snapped back to the road and he began puling to a stop. Veering off to the right side of the road into an empty parking spot. Once his eyes snapped away, you took a deep breath and looked away as well.

"Just trying to get a good read on my partner. Making sure he's not dirty or part of something that'll get me killed," you say jokingly. You let out a laugh at your own stupid explanation and Barnes' attention quickly turned back to you. The corners of his mouth instantly went up and he shot you a toothy grin.

"Don't worry. If you're with me long enough. I'd let you in on my dirty cop side. No need to fear for your life," He joked back. Holding up his hands as if he were surrendering.

"All about the money in the end, isn't it Barnes?" You asked, continuing this forming inside joke.

"Oh definitely."

You both get out of the vehicle and you notice a big sign above the small deli. The name reading FRANK'S. You both walk inside and you smile as you're greeted by a seemingly older couple. You have been to countless deli's in New York State but this one gave you a great feeling. You didn't have family in the city. So it amazed you how quickly strangers could become such a crucial piece in your life.

-

She hands the order to you and you begin to pull out your wallet. Frank instantly puts his hand up and smiles, "Please it's on the house today. Also don't forget your coffee! Feel free to grab one for Bucky too."

"Thank you so much," was all you managed to reply with. Their utter kindness always brought so much love to your heart.

You notice you forgot the mugs so you walk out of the shop toward your car. You unlock it and pull on the passenger side door. You put the food in your car. Then lean over and grab your nearly empty travel mug from home and the spare from your car. You bring them inside so you can quickly fill them up before making a b line to work.

When you arrive, you walked into the precinct with your hands full. Doing your best to carefully get to your desk. You notice Bucky making himself at home in his new office and you can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of happiness for your boyfriend. He looks so excited and you were so incredibly proud of him. You set your coffee down then pull out your breakfast sandwich placing it on your desk. You grab the brown bag and Bucky's coffee wasting no time before you walk into his office. The man instantly looks up from his papers with a smile.

"Good morning beautiful. Is that for me?" He asks softly, keeping his voice low enough so no one hears.

"Good morning Sergeant Barnes," you say with a small smirk growing on your lips. You move closer to the desk and set everything down. "Linda and Frank gave us our food for free today. They wanted to congratulate you on the promotion. They're very proud of you."

"That's very kind of them. I needed this. Thanks for picking up the food. Rogers told me to come in early and I'm kinda glad I did because he was able to give me the full run down. Hopefully everything goes smoothly from here on out. Although it was weird coming in alone. I hope that won't become a regular thing. Despite the headache, I love our chaotic mornings," Bucky explains followed by a small chuckle. Your mind instantly recalls how usually your mornings consisted of you both fighting for space to get ready. Except you also both secretly adored the morning due to the fact Bucky loves to wake you up with light kisses.

"I agree. I really hope it's not regular. I already lost my partner, the last thing I want to lose is alone time with my boyfriend," you sigh then force a slight laugh. You didn't mean for it to come off in an upsetting way, but you realized it did when the room fell silent.

"Is my new partner coming in today?" You ask curiously, unable to find anything but awkwardness after your statement. You pay close attention to his face and notice a sour look appear. Maybe he wasn't taking it as well as you thought.

"Yeah. He should be in soon," Bucky replies and you nod. You walk out of his office and make your way to your own desk.

You unwrap your sandwich and use one hand to eat and the other to flip through your files. Taking in all of the new information for the case you are starting. You quickly finish your food then you take a large sip of your coffee. You haven't been given any information on your new partner so you wanted to make sure you knew as much as you could about your mutual assignment. Just in case you were stuck with someone inexperienced.

After about a half hour of being lost in thought while analyzing your papers, Bucky's strong voice fills the room. You look up and catch his gaze. He motions for you to come toward him; you get up from your chair and follow behind him into his office. Inside you see a man sitting in one of the two chairs across from Bucky's. He had on black dress pants, a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer. The outfit complimented his body quite well. Your focus moves up to his face, noticing his piercing blue eyes and his slightly long blonde hair. You hear a fake cough come from Bucky and instantly look at him.

"Detective (y/l/n), this is your new partner. You guys will be working the Reagan case together."

The man stands up from his chair and eyes you up and down. He finally extends his hand to you and you shake it.

"Hi, I'm Detective John Walker."

[misguidedasgardian]

Lee (part 1)

Lee & Cherry Pie

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You only walked into the precinct because someone stole your phone, you never thought you were going to come out of it with more than you asked for 

Warnings: Age gap (reader is middle 20’s and Lee is 40), mentions of crimes, kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, etc (AU related), misogynistic tendencies, very severe father figure (and the treats that come with it), shy reader, male masturbation in a public space, Lee is very horny and frustrated, DUB-CON power imbalance and almost coercion, smut, p in v, car sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy) might forget some awrnings

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.8k

Notes:I tried to search for the Sheriff’s duties and everything, and I haven’t been able to understand it, but I did what I could haha, I hope you all like this! 

Lee was reading carefully the paperwork displayed all over his wooden desk, he couldn’t the amount of paperwork and office duty he had

Being the captain of the entire district was tiring, even if it belonged to a small, suburban district right outside of New York. He had to supervise everything that was going on in his precinct. 

But the thing is that the crimes and trouble in his little town wouldn’t even be worth the gigantic amount of paperwork, it was a boring ass town

The kind of boring that could just waste your life away

Yes he had the chance to keep his dick wet, with young women he was probably never going to see again, but this tiring routine was eating him alive

His friends were right

Fucking drunk girls that got detained, or even druggadicts, sex workers or scorts and other characters wasn´t working for him anymore, it wasn’t satisfactory. Well he did enjoyed it, seeing their watery eyes when they realized they would have to please him so they will stay out of trouble, having total control over them, that riled him up, make him feel so fucking powerful, but it was a sensation so short lived, he wanted something more… something more permanent 

With a long sigh he got up from his chair, grabbing a file, Sunshine’s file. Ari’s wife file, well, she wasn’t his wife, but, you get his meaning. At least he had someone

He walked amongst the men at the precinct, his detectives, his officials, even walked by the desk of his Lieutenant and his Sargent, to stop in a lonely, small desk. One of his youngest detectives, a feisty little thing, was entertained in paperwork, her head sinking in another file, smaller, finishing the details before handing it to his captain. He slammed the file on it making her jump with a cute little squeal. 

“Sorry Sheriff” she apologized immediately, trying to stand from his chair but he stopped her. 

“I got a New case for you” he said meekly, “I stole it right from your Captain’s desk, a missing person, a young woman” he eyes shined with determination and Lee had to stop himself from smiling

“I got it Sheriff I won’t let you down” she said with a practiced stern voice

“I know you won’t” he winked at her and left. Finally smirking. He knew she was never going to be able to solve it, she was the rookiest, newest, member of the precinct. It was the easiest way to level Sunshine’s case as a cold one. 

Is not that rookie was bad, she was a good cop, a good detective, in a way, she was enthusiastic and active in duty like a golden retriever pup, she was getting sharper case by case, and she was incredibly smart, yet… she had much to learn

Life was full of little disappointments, so the case he just throw in her desk was going to be the first 

He sometimes got so enthralled in police work he forgets what his true work was, but something he never forgot… was how close the elections were coming up. And he was hanging by a thread

He was an active member of the community, yes, but he was lacking something very important when it came to family values, an important element if he wanted to truly become that beacon of family protection and become so trustworthy like some sort of superhero

The problem was that he was lacking in the family values department because he didn’t have a family… Not even a wife, and reaching the dreaded 40 last year was taking a toll on his credibility. Would you trust the safety of your families and wifes to a man that didn’t have any of his own? That's how he saw it

And his runner up, his opponent in the upcoming elections, represented everything he was lacking. He was a family man, he had a beautiful wife, one of those that appeared to come out of some sort of Ideal Home magazine, and an accomplished daughter who just came out first of his class in college, studying business management or something like that, he didn’t know. He never saw the little brat, but what he had heard is that she was the epitome of perfection, perfect school record, perfect college career, and now she was taking a “time out” to help her own community, of course, campaigning alongside her father.

Wasn't he, the man himself, saved a little kid from a building on flames? probably, the man was some sort of superman. Impeccable police career, and a beacon of hope in your little town, and he appeased voting parts of the population he wished he could. 

Yes he was going to fucking loose the elections 

And he could not allow that to happen to him, not if he wanted to keep his and his friends way of life as peaceful as it was

Your small community was still recovering from that disappearing spree of young and beautiful girls. Luckily for Lee, his time of cleaning up his friend’s messes was nearly over, only Barber finally got his girl, implying she fled her charges on that bullshit case, and Kemp had expanded his hunting ground to the big City itself, so it wasn’t his problem anymore. Besides he managed to pin a couple of missing girls into a deluded bastard that wanted to lay low in MiddleTown, some sicko that even if he said he didn’t do it and had weak alibis, he went down for Kemp’s crimes so he was in the clear and the town was “safe”. Robert Pronge was in the prison of maximum security and couldn’t hurt any more girls. 

Now Sunshine´s still open case was turning to be a pain in his ass 

But his golden retriever was handing it right now, the case was going to be dead in a couple of weeks 

And then his head was wondering again, when will he find the one for him? Ari was so happy with his Sunshine he could barely speak before he interrupted himself with a dumb lovestruck look on his face, and Andy, so excited, like a kid on Christmas, finally had his pet, his kitten, trying all those depraved things on her, trying to break he in was all he could talk about. And Steve? Well, Steve was Steve, he had a more fleeting kind of satisfaction, but he still let out soe steam with all his girls. 

And then… just like that, his gaze fell on one of his deputy’s desk, where you were standing, playing with your fingers nervously

“I’m sorry” you muttered, looking down and not being able to look the authority in the eyes, “I’m sure you have more important things to do than this, but, mmm, I got mugged and they stole my phone…” Lee listened attentively, exasperated of the way you couldn’t even look his man in the eyes

“I understand Miss,” he looked at you then, from your head to toe, and what he saw made his slacks feel tighter. You were the epitome of an old school good girl, you were wearing a long summer dress, leather shoes, and a thin wool vest over it, your hair was arranged out of your face, oh and what a face was that! those doe eyes, full lips he realized he wanted to kiss, and that idiot Colin wasn’t oblivious of how beautiful you were 

“Can you please tell where you got mugged?” The young policeman smiled at you, a smile that made young girls swoon, and he saw the way you flustered, clearly liking the interaction with him.

“Shea,” his voice came out louder than he planned, and you jumped in your spot like a little scared deer, “I can take over this,” your eyes opening widely told him you knew exactly who he was and how couldn’t you? His unmistakable uniform and his imposing form. Lee’s chest inflated like his ego when he realized it

 “I'm sure you got more important things to deal with boss” the idiot had the nerve to answer

“Don’t you think this is important?” he asked, his Sheriff voice in display, lookin at his subordinate, “we might have the beginnings of violent robber” he said firmly, “Who is targeting young girls” you got lost between both imposing men, both terribly handsome, and you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your fingers. Something in your head told you you should come down to the station, and now you´re realizing why. You should listen to your instincts more often

You saw both man discussing back and forth, their voices turned into background noise, until the sheriff himself looked at you directly

“Come to my office miss” he indicated, signaling at you with his thick arm, you had no choice but to follow him, to his pleasure. You didn’t see the wicked smile he draw when he turned, being followed by you and into his office, the only one in this whole precinct which had privacy

“I wasn’t going to do this, but I need it for the insurance, I really need to get a new phone…” You explained nervously when you took a seat on the other side of his desk. Lee smiled then

“Of course sweetie pie” he said warmly, “I’ll help you right out, but since it was a mugging I need you to take your statement“, you could hear him clearly talking in your direction, and his eyes on you felt like lava running down your shoulders, so you muster the strength to meet his eyes and what you saw made you gasp. His steel blue eyes, his wicked smile, his clear interest in you, it was too much

“Oh well, it happened in the square” you explained, “I just had my phone on my had and someone just ran by and grabbed it right from my hands” the entire frase was just spelled out of you in a single breath

“Don’t be nervous, sweet girl” you gasped at the second pet name he slipped past his full lips, and you wondered if that was appropriate, but he was the sheriff! so it must be ok, right? he was supposed to protect you, no hard could come to you in his company

“Oh, I’m sorry” you managed to get out, the more you struggled to speak, the more nervous you got. If you only knew what this was doing to Lee, who watched you as a hawk, wishing he could bend your trembling form over the desk and have his way with you 

Slowly you explained what happened as he pretended to take notes of what happened to you and lastly, you got what you needed, a notice from the police for the insurance company and the Sheriff send you on your way

As soon as he saw your figure walking away from him something twitched inside of him, but now he had all your data, your name and address so that gave him a hope of seeing you again. If he decided to make you his, could he pull it off? take you away from the town and lock you up like Ari did, and like Andy was doing? would he be able to? he doubted it, he was the fucking sheriff and he needed to have a public life but, how was he going to manage to conquer you? make you truly his?

Once can only wonder

He bitterly remembered he had an event to go to, something on the local church about gathering supplies for poor people or something, anyways, he had to make an appearance 

And he would thank his timing for the rest of his life

Lee saw you walked towards the bus stop, so, with a wide grin, he stopped you with his thick, authoritative voice

“Where are you going, sweet thing?” you stopped in your tracks and turned slowly

“To the church” you mumbled, your index fingers intertwined with each other

“I'll take you” he said firmly, and you tremble in your spot

“That is not necessary Sir” you said quickly, wanting to put some distance between you and the man that made your knees shake uncontrollably. And in one second, he took a chance, he tried something…

“Get in the car Sweety pie” he commanded you, he ordered you, and in front of that authority you caved

“Yes Sir” you responded, and you walked towards the open door he was holding for you. And in that moment he thought fleetingly you will definitely be able to see the huge tent he had on his slacks. Oh so you reacted to command and authority? That's interesting. Well, he was the sheriff. 

Was he pushing his luck? He saw you all shaky and scared of being alone with him, it only made his pants feel tighter, so in an unconscious but very planned manner, he placed his big hands in your trembling knee, making you jump but not daring to refuse him

“Relax sweetie pie he murmured happily, “I also have to go to the church”

“Thank you for the ride” you said coyly, the place where he held his hand was burning your skin, a warmth unrecognized by you, but it also felt nice and you almost slapped your own face because of it. You should not feel this way, specially by the presence of him

The town was small and so was the ride, sooner after than later you were in front of the church and you almost jumped out of the vehicle muttering a very quick “thank you sheriff” and ran inside 

He growled when he saw you disappear like a scared rabbit, his hand still tingling and with the feeling of your warm skin under it. And right then he decided it was son going to be your trembling pussy under his hand and not just your thigh

He entered the church at the same the very man that cursed his thoughts was finishing what was had been probably a eye opening pep talk, a speech to the people gathered to help the church gather clothing and food for homeless people, or something like that

Lee didn’t really gave a fuck, but he needed to show up nonetheless

The “man of the hour” saw him and with what Lee would described as a shit-eating grin, he walked towards him, greeting him with a  handshake

“So good you finally showed up” he said, louder that he should but he got what he wanted when everyone around him turn to look at the exchange of the two runner up for the position of sheriff

“Sorry I’m late” Lee said, matching the voice of his opponent, “I had things to take care of in the precinct, you know, protecting the people of our town” 

“Of course sheriff” oh he really hated this bastard, “You look tired, perhaps it’s time to take some long vacations.” He suggested. Lee was aware of how much people were looking at them right now, so it was passive aggressive at this point. 

“You know what they say about sharks” he snarked, “When they stop swimming they sink, that’s how is like to be a sheriff” he said, putting his hands on his belt

“Yes, sure” his opponent looked tired of him already 

“Dad?” and then the sound of your timid voice and you appeared in front of them both like a vision. 

You were the daughter of his runner up. He looked at you like he had seen a ghost, while his contender grabbed you by your shoulders, squeezing until you whined

“This is my daughter and pride” he presented, telling him your name

“Yes we’ve met” he mumbled, and your father looked at you like he wanted to kill you, you only everted your gaze, clearly wanting to escape this situation 

“A picture for the local newspaper!” an eager photographer shouted, and your father grabbed Lee by his shoulder, both smiling falsely

“Don’t go near my daughter again Bodecker” he whispered between his teeth, and he didn’t even stopped smiling

He didn’t respond to him, nor he made any promises because if something he was sure of… is that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind… how sweet and innocent you were, how naive, hell he bet you were a sweet virgin, the daughter of his rival, the sole thought made his cock get so hard it hurt.

As soon as he got inside his car after the church event he took himself out, massaging his fat cock hungrily, picturing you on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours and your sweet mouth wide open, and those dirty thoughts where what push him over the edge embarrassingly quickly 

Like hell he was going to stay away from you, he was going to have you. He looked out the window of his cruiser towards the church, everyone, or at least most of the contributors had left. But what he saw made his blood boil. He saw your form leaving the church, his father following closely behind. You seemed to be arguing, or rather, he was yelling at you but he couldn’t figure out what you were saying

He jumped out of his car with great difficulty

“What were you doing with that man?” he heard your father asked 

“He only gave me a ride dad” you responded, “I told you I needed to go to the station because my phone got stolen” he grabbed you roughly by the arm and shoved you. And that’s whe he came into the picture

“Hey, is everything ok?” he asked then. Your father looked incredibly annoyed and surprised to see him there. Outraged would be the exact words

“This is not any of your business” he barked. He looked at you but you didn’t look at him back, you seemed embarrassed 

“Go back to the car” he barked, and you, like a little lamb, obeyed. When you were out of earshot, the candidate leaned into Lee

“Stay away from my daughter Bodecker!” The man just laughed, looking at the man in front of you

“What do you mean?” he asked

“She is too young for you and I’m not letting my daughter waste her life, with the likes of you!” 

“Withdraw from the race” Lee demanded, “Or I’m going to fuck your daughter, and I´m going to knock her up” 

And that’s how Lee managed to get punched in the face by his runner up

He growled like an animal while he put on his hat over his head, because now he was just leaving a man hunt, created and directed by the pup herself, to find Sunshine. He wanted to punch himself in the fucking face. He gets distracted one second, one single second worried about his own happiness and everything went to hell.

He also knew this was a waste of time because he knew for a fact that sunshine had ever been in the forest, but still, the pu was wasting resources and everything but at least it still looked like a missing person case and not a murder/kidapping. But as he knew, nething came up, he just lost four hours trekking on the forest for nothing, only for appearances  

Middle town was surrounded by forest and rivers, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to get lost. So it wasn’t such a bad idea, he almost wanted to smile at her detective innocence, pull and drive. This feminism or whatever, a woman looking for another woman, it was almost personal

He sighed loudly, both hands on the wheel as he drove away from the edge of the forest, that’s when… he saw you again. Walking shakily towards the same direction he gathered, you were also going to help the search

He stopped the car alongside you, getting all your attention, hell you were so jumpy

“Hello Lee, what are you doing here? ” you asked, couldn’t hide the trembling in your voice

“I’m sorry, miss, but I’m a sheriff and you will treat me with respect” he growled, making you shiver, and mortified, you mumbled an apology

“Sorry Sir” you mumbled, avoiding his darkening look, “Sheriff Sir” 

“That’s more like it” he said, pleased, “and ” he said with that southern brawl, sometimes you wondered how he got up here, in a New York borough. You might be shy, and borderline innocent, but you knew this was a very strange coincidence, but the probability that the sheriff was following you? even more unlikely 

“Let me take you home sweety pie” it was getting late and he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. 

“That is not necessary” you said hastily, I bet you had a lot of things to do, m-more important things,” 

“Are you refusing me, little girl?” he asked with a serious face, “It’s late, and we are in the middle of nowhere, get in the car” and like the obedient little thing you were, you did. He was also motivated by anger, because his cheek still burned with your father’s fist

But he was not going to take you home

No when you explained with a shaky voice that you had a big fight with your dad, in which he told you he was embarrassed by you 

“He says that you are a bad man” you whispered, teary eyed and whimpering mess, “But I know you aren’t, and I’m sick of him pressuring me to help him, he is so mean…” you trembled when you felt his hand on your cheek 

Oh he was not going to take you to your home, now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go

“Lee I’m not sure this is ok” you mumbled, as you noticed he had stopped the car in a wasteland, in the middle of nowhere, and also, it was already dark, so you couldn’t see anything. 

“It is sweetie pie” he whispered, looking at you. There was so little light and still you could clearly see his ice blue eyes looking at you. They were so beautiful and intense, you wanted to tell him all your secrets, “You enjoyed being with me, right? Is that why your father is so upset?” you played with your fingers as you used to when you were nervous 

“Yes” you muttered, “He says you are a bad man”

“And what do you think?” he asked then, he seemed entertained by you

“I think you are good” you muttered, “I don’t know…” the tip of his fingers found your flustered face, brushing away hairs from your face 

He knew this was wrong, the first time with you should be in a bed covered in rose petals, and candles all around you and everything, but no. The urge was real, he had you here, now, this time was now. 

“I’m good” he tasted the words inside his mouth

“What are we doing here, Lee?” you asked then

“Well, I wanted some alone time with you, away from prying eyes” he said back 

“Oh” you didn’t know what to say, what to think

“I want to get to know you better” he continued

“Is it because I’m my father’s daughter?” you asked boldly

“No sweety, since the first time I saw you I liked you” he perched, again, his hand on your thigh, this time squeezing lightly, feeling your unease

“I liked you too” you whispered, and you heard the soft chuckled he let out. When you looked up at him you felt this electric current between you, like something else was going to happen, you knew it, he knew it, and that is why when he leaned into you, you also leaned in, closing the distance between the both of you. His mouth closed on yours hungrily wanting to devour you whole and immediately you felt overwhelmed by him, clearly he had more experienced than you

You briefly felt like a fish that had been hooked

He grabbed you by your thigh, making you sit on his lap.The space was close between your body and the wheel, so he pulled a lever on the side of the seat and made it back as much as possible. You whined into his mouth, almost moaning. Your hands caressed the back of his head. While his sneaked under your dress you wore for the sunny day 

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he asked against your mouth, and you whimpered.

“I don’t know…” 

“You said you liked me, didn’t you?” he asked then between small kisses

“I… had never…” he shushed you 

“It’s ok, sweet girl” he purred, and devoured you again, and you let him, scared of saying no, scared of being alone in the middle of nowhere with him, and specially, you really wanted to know what it was like to be with a man, and somehow you felt safe with him

Oh you were wrong, but that wasn’t important at the moment 

Since his hand found your soft skin under the dress cressing your thighs and butt. You had boyfriends before which had touched you like that but you always stopped them. But now, you were not going to. His fingers raveled the hem of your panties wanting to get under them, you squirmed, uncomfortable, but you didn’t move further

“I’m going to pop your cherry” he said victoriously, “my cherry pie” you whimpered gain, not knowing what to said and not knowing how to stop him even if you wanted to

“I’m scared” you protested, but he shook your fears away

“I will make you feel so good” he said back

“But my father…”

“He’ll never know, I promise” there was this sexy thing about fucking the enemy, and your father had you so done with all his campaign you alost waned to uined it, subconsciusly of course. In a single but gentle movement he ripped your underwear, burning your skin. You felt butterflies in your pussy and suddenly you felt more scared when his fingers trying to sneak between your slippery folds

“You are wet sweetheart” he said, mocking you gently

“I know, I’m sorry” you cried, and he chuckled darkly

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he purred. “Feel this wet little pussy, she is whipping for me, god I think I love you” 

“Don’t say that” 

“What? I love you?” he asked then

“You don’t mean it” you accused

“I do, I’ll prove it, If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be doing this… right? I wouldn't want to be here with you, alone” his hands fidgeted with the hem of his pants, opening his belt and then his fly, releasing himself. It was dark and you couldn’t quite see it, but you knew he was big

“I want to eat you out, and I want you to blow me, but not now, later” he promised, and the thought of repeating this with him made your stomach tingle, you wanted this. It felt forbidden but because of it it felt so good

When the tip of his cock started opening you up you whimpered, it was painful and you felt like he was burning you, but he didn’t stop, and you had little to no strength to control how to go down on him, so your knee slipped from the door, making you impale yourself into him, making you cry bloody murder, grabbing his shoulders wanting to rip the fabric apart.Lee wouldn’t hear any of it, and managed to make you still so he could spear off and then again into your body, making you cry harder 

“I’m sorry” you whimpered, tryin by all means to stop the tears falling but there was no use, the sharp pain was triggering them, “I’ve never done this before,” Lee only smiled as he snapped his hips harder into you, making you whimper and release more bitter tears 

“Oh I know,” Lee purred, his fat cock spearing into you making you cry out

“Sir” you called, slapping his shoulder repeatedly, but he didn’t relent, “Sir, please” you muttered

“What?” he grunted, his face still on your neck 

“I… you are not using a condom” you whispered into his ear, your arms around his neck

“Fuck I know, this is just some sweet pussy” he grunted, “How the fuck I’m I suppose to fuck you with a fucking rubber uh?” 

“But, I… uh!” you whined consecutively, overwhelmed by the feeling, the pain, but also the pleasure, where making your head spin

“Relax cherry pie” he purred, caressing your face, brushing hairs out of your sweaty face, “Everything is going to be ok” you just nodded, your eyes turning to the back of your head when the tip of his cock caressed a special spot inside of you.

“Lee” you moaned his name as you reached your climax, and he only smiled, lookin at your beautiful fuck out face, grabbing your hips to make sure you couldn’t scape him when he shot all his load deep inside you 

Notes: ANDDDDD this is something new for me, it's really frustrating to write a shy reader so I have to ut a lot of Lee in there.

ANDDDDD I also gave you a sneak peak into Stephen's reader... the puppy

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[hannahshattuck]

A Report for Car Keys

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

A/N: Oh look! I’m alive. I promise. This has been in my drafts for a while and its not the best but I wanted to get it put there. It’s more playful with some sexual tension because who doesn’t love that. Enjoy!

Warnings: dirty talk, slight dom/sub vibes

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Lee was furious. He could find the keys to his patrol car that he KNEW were in his desk drawer last night. There was a blank bright pink sticky note hanging off the side of his computer, your calling card. He snatched it off and stormed to your office.

“Where’s my keys?”

“Where’s my report?” You responded without looking up from the paperwork on your desk.

Lee growled, “I told you I’d get it for you but I-“

“I would think about your next words very carefully, Deputy. Because if they’re going to be ‘I’ve been busy’ you have obviously not been busy when that blonde shows up asking for assistance.” You interrupted, looked up at him smirking.

He stared you down as if he was trying to intimidate you which is hard considering you’re his boss and you’ve had many “alpha male” officers try this same game.

“With all due respect, Sheriff,” Lee pretty much spat out the title, “I’ll get you that report. However, in order to do my job correctly and protect the people of this county, I need my car.”

“Well, Deputy, get me my report and you’ll get your keys.” You winked before looking back at the paperwork on your desk. Right as you went to grab your pen, a hand grabbed it before you. “Bodecker.”

“You may be the boss here but we both know who’s the boss outside of work.” Lee said in a low voice. “So, if you don’t want to be punished tonight, I suggest you give me my keys.”

You looked at him and chuckled. “That’s rich coming from the guy who was tied up last night.”

Lee was fuming. The tips of his ear turned red either from anger or humiliation. “I’ll get you the report.” He mumbled. He tossed your pen back on your desk which you caught before it actually hit the surface. You hummed an acknowledgement and watched as he left.

“Hate to watch you leave but love to see you go.” You mumbled under your breath.

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Daddy Always Wins

Summary: Laura should know better than to hang out with the wrong crowd when her stepfather is the Sheriff in town.

Characters: Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x Stepdaughter!Laura (but can still be read as reader insert), mentions of Arvin Russell x Laura/Reader.

Words: 1858.

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, mentions of smoking marijuana, stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, stepcest, dub-con, age gap relationship (reader is 18), explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), daddy kink, size kink, a little pussy slapping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.

A/N: Written for my wonderful friend and hoe @sweeterthanthis for her birthday. Lau, you have brightened my world so much, and I just wanted to give you this little gift as a token of my love for you, and what better way to showcase that adoration than with a little Lee filth?! That being said, this is my very first Lee fic, so please be kind. Beta: @msmarvelwrites but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

“Oh shit, cops a’comin!” One of the boys out front yells as the information still passes down through your group of friends like Chinese Whispers.

Several people hurriedly down the last of their beers, and a couple others, including you, take one last toke of your joints before stubbing them out on the grubby floor of the dilapidated cabin, kicking them under the threadbare couch to be rid of the evidence.

Nobody tries to flee. There’s little point in trying to hide in the forest— outrunning the cops would be a futile effort, especially when half of them know the woods better than any of you. 

Everyone falls silent as the engine of the car shuts off outside, followed by a creak of a hinge and a thud as the door slams. Heavy footfalls made by big clunky boots begin scraping along the bare floorboards accompanied by the rattle of keys. The sound is always ominous, but you’re used to it by now.

The footsteps get louder upon their approach, coming closer and closer until they stop in front of you and the boy sat beside you. His arm slowly moves from its place around your shoulder, and you know that all it takes for him to do so is one hardened look of the man standing in front of you, his intense cerulean eyes no doubt shooting daggers at the teenager. 

“Evenin’ Miss Brady… Mr Russell,” he eventually speaks, his thick accent broken by the slight pop of gum slapping against his lips, one that never fails to make your body clench while your mind screams at the betrayal.

“Evenin’ Sheriff Bodecker,” your friend Abigail coos sweetly from behind you. “What can I do for ya this fine night?”

“I’m not here to bust any y’all, I just came for my sweet little step daughter.” His voice is thick with disdain. If true contempt had a colour, you swear it’d be dripping red at your feet all over the cabin floor. “Y’see, her mama’s all kindsa worried.”

You finally glance up, locking eyes with the man standing above you, hands on his hips while trying to look authoritative.

“I told Mama where I was, Lee,” you quip, refusing to use his proper title or alternate moniker.

“I know, but it’s past curfew.”

“My curfew ain’t ‘til midnight.”

“Not on a school night it ain’t,” Lee returns. “C’mon, now before I hav’ta drag ya outta here myself.” He holds out a hand to help you from your seat, but you bypass his offer, choosing to push yourself up and off the couch without his aid. You let out a little frustrated sigh as you do so, and storm straight past the officer.

The night is cold— colder than you remember it when you left the house earlier. You hug your arms tightly as you wait for the familiar clomp of boots and jingle of keys behind you, giving your stepfather a stern look as he leisurely strolls around to his side of the car and gets in. He takes his time in unlocking the passenger door, grinning at you as you slump into the seat next to him.

“No wonder you’re cold dressed like tha’,” he comments, eyes trailing down your body and coming to rest on your bare legs. “Paradin’ around like the town whore.”

“Better not have my mama hear ya talkin’ to me like that, Lee.”

He scoffs. “Y’know your mama don’t care what ya do.” His tongue drags heavily across his bottom lip, his gaze now on your breasts as he leans over, breath laced with whiskey and tobacco. “And I thought I told ya t’call me Daddy.”

You scrunch up your nose in disgust as he turns the car on, and shifts it into reverse, hurriedly speeding back down the dirt path. Watching in the side mirror, the cabin is slowly swallowed by darkness as you drive away, but instead of heading right— back towards the highway, Lee veers off to the left, heading further into the belly of the woods.

“Where we goin’?” You ask, straightening up in your seat, watching the trees thin out as the Sheriff pulls up into a clearing and switches the car off.

He turns to you, tongue heavy on his bottom lip, and smirks. “Think we need to have a little talk ‘bout what you were doin’ with that good for nothin’ boy Arvin.”

“I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ sexual,” you tell him, uncomfortably tugging at the hem of your dress.

“You sure ‘bout that?” He eyes you harshly, fingers reaching out to stroke over your bare thigh. “He was sat awful close, had his little arm around you like it meant somethin’. You suck the kids’ dick?”

“No!” You recoil. Yes, you liked Arvin but you were just friends... for now.

“Good girl,” Lee praises, his breath hot and damp on your face as he moves closer, nose brushing against the skin of your cheek. “‘Cause the only cock you’re suckin’ ‘round here is mine.”

Your eyes widen at his words, distracted by the sound of his belt buckle snapping open, glancing down just as your stepfather pulls his half-hard length free. The tip weeps as he pumps up his shaft causing a groan to rumble deeply in his throat. Lee’s left hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, forcing you to bend your head in the direction of his lap.

“Lee, stop,” you contest weakly, putting your hands in front of you, and press hard against his thighs in an attempt to fight him off. 

“C’mon Princess,” he soothes gently in your ear, but you’re not in the mood for his pet names.

Gritting your teeth, you spit back, “Name’s Laura, not Princess.”

“Y’name’s whatever I say it fuckin’ is.”

As Lee tugs your head back up, he tuts sharply, breath hissing through his teeth as his voice comes out in a low, menacing tone.

“No point tryin’ t’fight me Princess, you won’t win,” he warns. “You never do.”

You sag against him at his words, all your resistance evaporating, knowing he’s right. In all the months you’ve caught yourself in predicaments like these, when have you ever truly, and successfully, managed to resist him? You’ve come to learn that Lee enjoys a little push and pull— a chance to exert his dominance, and over time, you’ve realised that you like it more than you let on.

The man forcing your head down towards his cock should disgust you, but you find yourself aiding him as your lips meet warm flesh, damp and sticky.

Moving your hand from his thigh, you slowly curl it around the base, tugging softly at his hardness as you suck down over the dome of his dick. Lee grunts above you, the grip of his hand at your neck tightening with each retreat of your mouth.

“Yeah, that’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he proudly flatters, his voice gravelly as the words breaking off into a deep growl when you greedily take him to the back of your throat.

Lee’s moans fill the cab, accompanied by the sounds of you slurping and gagging around his cock. For a minute you think he’s going to come as he falls silent, but instead he pulls you off, breathlessly ordering against your mouth, “get th’fuck in my lap.”

You quickly shift back in your seat and start to pull down your underwear when he grabs at your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Leave ‘em.”

Climbing over into the driver's seat, you nestle each knee either side of Lee’s thighs, and with deft fingers, he edges your soaked panties to the side as you feel his cock sliding through your pussy lips. He teases you, slapping the head against your clit, making sure you’re wet enough to take him and when he’s satisfied you are, he’s breaching your slick heat with a delicious, burning stretch. And even though it always takes time to accommodate him fully— your tiny cunt stuffed to the seams, it still feels like his cock is fucking made to fit inside you.

Whimpering into his open mouth, the Sheriff returns it— a deep, inhuman sound that travels down to your core, settling there in a rush of heat and chill. You start to move, rolling your hips first clockwise and then anti, just enjoying the way you can feel him swell inside you. Lee swears, the curse of your name on tumbling from his whiskey-tainted lips on a loop, fingers bruising the flesh of your thighs as he holds onto the little restraint he has left.

You giggle innocently, brushing your mouth against his as your stepfather cracks, furiously grabbing at your waist to hold you aloft.

“Enough fuckin’ teasin’ Princess,” he grunts as he snaps his hips, fucking into you so hard that the cruiser begins to rock from the force of his thrusts. You reach behind you— one hand poised on the steering wheel while the other grips at the shoulder of the Sheriff’s leather jacket, your blunt nails creating crescent moons into the black cowhide.

“Oh Daddy, fuck!” You squeal as he shifts beneath you, his cock hitting your cervix just... right.

Lee laughs, “That’s right, I’m y’fuckin’ Daddy.”

He drops you back into his lap, but his rhythm never falters, not even when he brings his thumb to your clit and starts driving you closer towards the precipice. The speed of the circles he traces over your throbbing pearl perfectly compliments the way he fucks you over and over without mercy.

“You gonna come for your Daddy, huh?” He asks, cobalt eyes still bright despite the darkness clinging to the air around you. You nod wordlessly, your response trapped behind your lips but as soon as you open them to let the words tumble free, they come out as pathetic whines.

Lee grabs the nape of your neck, pulling you towards him as he fucks you, now slow and impossibly deep, while his thumb continues to massage your clit. The intimacy between you is suddenly almost impossibly thick, and part of you is desperate to run from it, but you’re powerless like this. A victim of your own lust.

“C’mon, c’mon, gimme me all ya got,” he coaxes between breaths, and eventually the dam inside you breaks. Finding your voice, you wail and tremble in his lap as he fucks you through it, the sensation of your walls tensing around him urging him to succumb to his own.

With erratic thrusts, Lee spills hot inside you, painting your womb white with a strained growl. Your body sags against him as you catch your breath, feeling him still twitching inside you.

Eventually he withdraws, pulling your panties back into place. You feel his warmth trickle out of you and onto the cotton as he cups your covered mound firmly, smearing his wetness all over your pussy lips and small patch of curls at the top of your sex.

“Now ya gonna wear these all night,” he tells you, capturing your damp lips with his, before pulling away with a stark reminder, “Daddy always wins.”

***

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Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part One

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

Story Masterlist Part 2

You were rinsing the dinner plates and scrubbing the pots and pans when your husband came up behind you in the kitchen. You were humming to yourself like you often did during your chores, a little song to break up the monotony of your tedious duties.

Lee said nothing. He just quietly placed the crumpled piece of paper down next to the sink, pushing it across the counter by your elbow.

When you saw what it was your stomach sank so quickly you thought you might be sick. You felt your knees buckle as panic moved its way up your body, seemingly collapsing each of your muscles.

“Found this in the bedroom” he said quietly. You couldn’t read his tone which was always scarier, he was always more manageable when you could actually hear the anger in his voice.

You peered over at it intently as if you’d just seen it for the first time. “Huh” you uttered. “What’s that, baby?” Cutesy nicknames often helped appease him.

You knew feigning innocence would only get you so far, but you had to try.

“I was thinkin’ you could tell me” muttered Lee.

You carried on washing the dishes as if this was all no big deal, too nervous to turn around and face him.

“Sorry honeybun, nothing I’ve seen before” you said casually. “Maybe it fell out of one of my library books? People use all sorts of things for bookmarks”. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your breathing quicken, but of course he had.

“Maybe check it again” Lee said stonily. He held it in front of your face and you gingerly took it from him.

The paper was scrawled with chicken scratch handwriting. It looked like it had been written with blunt charcoal. It was actually an eyeliner pencil. You knew that, of course. You read it for the thousandth or so time since you’d received it. It was silly of you to keep it. You knew that then and you knew that now. But you thought you’d hidden it well enough. It was the only thing you owned which gave you joy. You treasured it, like a magpie guarding a precious piece of silver in its nest.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

“Sounds like someone has a sweetheart” you muttered, placing it back on the counter. “Shame it never found its way to the intended recipient I guess”.

Sweat dripped down your forehead as Lee hummed thoughtfully. You intently scrubbed at a stubborn patch of grease baked onto the pan.

“You know what’s funny?” Lee said as he placed a firm hand on your waist. “Your Heart Belongs To Me…ain’t that your favourite Supremes song?”

You gulped, going rigid in his grasp. “I-it is” you mumbled.

Lee chuckled. “A good husband knows his wife’s favourite song. I remember how much you used to play that one” he mused.

“Yes. When I had my record player, at least” you whispered tightly.

You froze as he continued his interrogation routine on you. He didn’t get to be Sheriff on luck alone.

“And ‘H’” he said thoughtfully, taking the time to enunciate the letter carefully. “I’ve been rackin’ my brains wondering who ‘H’ could be. Any ideas, sugar?” he asked, his grip on your waist tightening as his free hand joined the other side of you.

It was Harry, of course.

You knew that. Lee knew that.

Harry.

**

Harry had worked for you and Lee for a few weeks at the height of summer, building a shed in the yard and taking on a few odd jobs around the house as a handyman. Lee was too busy at the station of course, working long hours as he protected the town and did his duty. Many of those long hours were also spent in the company of prostitutes, or staring down a bottle of whisky in some seedy bar. He rarely tried to cover his tracks nowadays so you knew all about it. You saw the lipstick marks on his shirts in the laundry. Found that unfamiliar pair of discarded panties underneath the passenger seat of his cruiser (which you purposefully left on the dash so he knew you’d seen them). Smelt the liquor on his breath as he stumbled into bed with you countless hours after his shift had ended. Regardless, he had no such time to build sheds or put up shelves, so Harry was hired.

Harry, twenty one years old, fresh faced and beautiful. He seemed impossibly young to you, a living reminder of your lost youth – even though there wasn’t really that much difference in your ages, in the big scheme of things. His body was perfectly chiselled from years spent working with his hands outside, wide arms and broad shoulders, sturdy thighs and calloused fingers. Sometimes when you snuck glances at him as he worked - you’d catch him wiping his brow with his t-shirt, his exposed stomach like a washboard. He even had that prominent ‘V’ muscle creeping down to his crotch. You’d only ever seen pictures of that in the magazines. Nobody else in Knockemstiff looked like Harry. As he ran his fingers absent-mindedly through his long chestnut hair, you’d often feel your breath hitch and a tingle between your legs, suddenly thinking the type of thoughts that betrayed your marriage vows.

It started innocently enough. Mrs Bodecker, the Sheriff’s wife, is known for nothing if not being a good host. You’d bring him lemonade and home baked muffins, make him lunch, bring him wet towels to cool down with when the baking summer sun was too stifling. He was always so grateful, so appreciative. He’d tell you how good everything tasted and be openly in awe of your housekeeping skills. The most you got from Lee these days was a grunt, or he’d moan that he wanted porkchops when you made him lamb.

It was nice to have someone to talk to during the day. You were alone in the house by yourself most of the time, and your chores only kept you so busy. Harry would chat with you, ask you questions about yourself as he ate lunch and you cleaned the stove. He always seemed genuinely interested in your answers, remembering the details and referring to them again in later conversations. His attention was intoxicating, it made you feel special and important – as if maybe there was more to you than just being a homemaker and the Sheriff’s dutiful wife.

Your routine was that you’d put on your records as you cleaned, cooked, sewed and organised. Everything from The Supremes to The Stones, music brought you intense joy and brightened your days. Lee often called most of it a racket but you didn’t care. When he was out you’d shimmy up the stairs to the Four Seasons, scrub the bathroom tiles to The Monkees and dress your salads to Aretha. You’d dance by yourself, bouncing from room to room as you swayed to the music and tapped your feet. It was the only time you felt truly free, unencumbered by the dreariness of your day to day.

You’d tone it down when Harry was around of course, not wanting him to catch your embarrassing displays of frivolity. You’d sway to the songs, hum along gently, but reserved the real dancing for when you were alone.

Then one day you forgot yourself, getting caught up listening to Shout by the Isley Brothers. You just got carried away, twirling in the living room with your eyes closed and shaking your hips, leaping onto the couch and throwing your arms up with wild abandon. Completely unselfconscious and liberated.

You gasped when you saw Harry leaning against the doorframe, his gorgeous grin lighting up his face. You had blushed crimson as you stopped the record, ashamed to be caught in your private moment. But Harry had told you how much he liked it, he asked if he could join in. You awkwardly put the song back on and he began to dance too. You felt self-conscious at first but he took your hand and spun you around. His playful energy was so infectious you couldn’t help but relax and begin to enjoy it. Lee hated dancing and never indulged you apart from an occasional half-hearted slow dance sway at weddings. Dancing with a man who wanted to dance with you, who actually enjoyed dancing, was dizzying, particularly such a handsome man who had his pick of the girls in town.

After that, you and Harry danced every day. You’d take turns picking a record and would bop around the living room together laughing and twirling, he’d dip you and spin you around. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t feel guilt – it was just dancing after all, nothing more. Besides, Lee was up to much worse, so what did a little dancing hurt?

Lee was becoming harder to live with. He’d stopped having sex with you, just occasionally demanding a hand or blow job when he’d stumbled in from the bar, swaying with drunkenness – sometimes running to the bathroom to vomit afterwards. He never serviced your own needs, never even kissed you. Once night you tried to seduce him with his favourite dinner and a slinky teddy nightdress, nibbling on his earlobe on the couch – but he merely waved you away and told you he was watching TV. You don’t think he’d even have noticed if you’d been nude.

You’d resorted to touching yourself alone in bed on the nights he was out, thinking about dancing in Harry’s strong arms and picturing his deep blue eyes as you bucked wildly against your hand, your face pressed to the pillow to muffle your cries. You’d been married for nearly seven years now, and this wasn’t how you pictured your life.

One particularly stifling afternoon you’d put on Your Heart Belongs To Me for Harry and had slow danced with him in the kitchen, his hands gently clasping your hips as you swayed in time together. You’d looked up into his beautiful, welcoming sea blue eyes and he smiled back at you so warmly that your heart skipped a beat. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes as his hands caressed your back and you thought about another life, another you, with Harry. He would love you and you him. And all would be fine.

“The Sheriff is so lucky to have you” he had whispered, and your eyes filled with tears because Lee would never think such a thing.

“When I get married, if my wife is anythin’ like you I’ll be a happy man” he said softly. “Beautiful..kind…fun…the best cook in the state” he laughed.

You looked back at him, unsure of what to say, just basking in his kind words. Inhaling them like much needed oxygen, your heart stinging as you realised you hadn’t heard anything like that from a man in so many years.

“This is my favourite song” you whispered.

Harry smiled again. “I think it’s mine too now”.

He gently lifted a finger under your chin and raised your lips to his, your skin buzzed with electricity as he kissed you so tenderly you thought your legs might give out. Every nerve ending in your body felt alight in that moment, as if someone had flicked a long neglected switch somewhere in your brain and you suddenly came back to life.

But you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry” you said gently as you broke away. You gestured to your wedding ring and Harry just smiled apologetically, kissing you chastely on the cheek as he went back to work out in the yard. It all happened so quickly you briefly wondered if it had just been your imagination.

As much as you wanted it so desperately, you had taken marriage vows. Yes, your husband wasn’t exactly keeping up his end of the bargain but that didn’t mean you had to stoop to his level. Besides, you had been happy together once. When you were young and carefree, and Lee had been a fresh faced deputy ready to fight crime and make the town a better place. You’d had no money but that was alright, going at it in the backseat of his car and spending hours at the creek just holding hands and talking about your hopes and dreams. Pooling your pennies to buy a cheeseburger for a late breakfast and splitting it down the middle, both vowing you’d go out for fancy steak dinners and champagne once you were married and he was making more money.

But climbing the ladder in the force hardened Lee, exposing him to so much violence and corruption it just became his day to day. He drank more and more to deal with the stress and his temper that had always been on the edges of your relationship moved closer and closer to the centre. You knew he resented you even though you didn’t fully understand why, perhaps because your days consisted of cleaning products and chopping vegetables safe at home, and you couldn’t begin to grasp how his world worked anymore.

That evening you made him a nice dinner and decided to make another effort to really try and bond with him. You knew it was probably out of guilt after Harry’s stolen kiss, but if it brought you two closer together then that was only a good thing.

But he didn’t come home of course, and you called the station but he’d already left and they couldn’t tell you where he was (a lie, you knew they always covered for each other with the wives). So his dinner went in the trash and you padded off to bed alone like you so often did. A crash woke you at 2am and you went downstairs to find Lee on the floor of the living room barely able to stand. You pulled him to his feet, seething, as he then collapsed into the wall knocking your beloved record player flying – you could only watch in horror as you heard it crack when it hit the hard marble of the fireplace.

It was ruined of course, beyond fixing. You sat on the floor clutching it in tears as Lee stumbled onto the couch, cursing at the wreckage and promptly passing out.

The next morning you stonily made him breakfast as he nursed a killer hangover and you were giving him the silent treatment over the incident. He knew you were upset as he was sweet as pie, which he only ever was when he felt guilty. The overenthusiastic niceness about the bacon and excessive compliments on your hair did nothing but rile you up further until you told him simply that you just wanted him to replace the record player rather than play out this ridiculous charade. He shifted in his seat and mumbled something about saving money and you finally lost it with him.

“That record player is the only thing in this house that I truly love and you DESTROYED it” you screamed. “You NEED to replace it”.

“I don’t NEED to do anythin’ with the money I bring home” he spat. “I feed ya, clothe ya, set you up pretty comfortably don’t I?? You don’t get to dictate what I do with my pay check”.

You had been furious, vibrating with rage, gripping the sink as your contempt for him flowed through your body.

“Maybe you’d have a bit more to spare if you didn’t spend so much on whiskey and whores” you had growled at him.

He stared at you in silence, his face clouded with anger. His blue eyes were so piercing that you feared they’d tear holes into your flesh. But then he merely chuckled, as if you’d said the silliest thing in the world. He went back to eating as if you weren’t even there.

“Lee, please” you reasoned, softening as you realised you needed to change tact. “I love my records. They make me so happy” you crossed the kitchen towards him, standing next to his chair and taking his hand. “Please, can we just get a new one. It’s the only thing I want, nothin’ else” you pleaded.

Lee groaned. You could see he was relenting, but not enough. The whores comment had probably stuck in his craw.

“Sorry sweetness, can’t do it right now. Maybe after a few more paychecks. I really didn’t mean to break it, I am sorry”.

He got up and kissed you on the cheek as he went to leave for work.

You waited until he’d left and then sobbed quietly at the kitchen table, your world suddenly much greyer and smaller this morning.

Harry had arrived as usual but kept himself to himself, clearly giving you space after the kiss. It was his final day working for the Bodeckers as he’d finally worked through the long list of jobs Lee set out for him. You busied yourself with your chores but it was all a lot harder without your music. You suddenly realised you couldn’t carry on like this. You’d finally had enough. Taking away your dancing was the last straw.

You brought Harry’s lunch out to him and a pitcher of sweet tea. He was as attentive and kind as ever, and your heart swelled merely be being in his presence. You knew it was now or never.

“I have your last pay from Lee and I’ll give it you when you finish up this afternoon”.

He smiled. “Thanks Mrs. B. I’ve enjoyed working here a lot. Thanks again for all your kind hospitality”.

You both looked at each other intensely, glimpses of sadness between you and it was clear neither wanted it to end.

“Harry” you said quietly, checking that no neighbours were nearby. “Would you take me somewhere tonight?”

Harry swallowed, studying you carefully as his eyes narrowed. “Uh yeah of course – but er what about-”

“He’ll be out all night” you cut him off. “Fridays are poker nights with the boys. I’ll be lucky to see him before midnight”.

Harry nodded “Alright. I’ll pick you up at eight, then”. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at you, and everything seemed a little bit more bearable.

“Okay. But I’ll meet you out at the dirt road so nobody sees us” you whispered.

He smiled back at you. “It’s a date”.

You grinned fiendishly, nodding and running back to the kitchen. The rest of the day went by in a blur, you were giddy with excitement, feeling those same butterflies you did in your teens when you first started going with Lee.

At the end of the afternoon you gave Harry his final pay as he bid you farewell and you thanked him for all his hard work. You both smiled knowingly as he walked out to his truck for the final time, co-conspirators in your private secret. You then ran the clock down until eight and finally jogged out to the dirt road. Nobody saw you, and even if they did, your neighbours knew you sometimes liked an evening stroll.

You heart pounded in your chest as you stepped into Harry’s truck and he greeted you with a sloppy kiss. You kissed him back firmly, his tongue finding yours and suddenly your fingers were through his thick hair. You didn’t even think of Lee. You just leaned into the kiss and climbed onto Harry’s lap, holding him so tightly that you might never let him go. He moaned softly against you and it was the most wonderful sound you’d heard in years. He pulled away and beamed at you, gently moving you back to your seat and he drove. He drove and drove. Far out of town and from prying eyes. You rolled the window down and felt the summer breeze whip through your hair as the truck sped through the night. You were free for a moment. Free from Lee. Free from the house. Just existing under the night sky.

Harry finally pulled over at the edge of an abandoned quarry and you just sat listening to his car radio, hands gently clasped across the seats. He brought out a liquor bottle and you shared it between you, grinning as the alcohol warmed your bellies and ran languidly through your veins. He lit up a joint and you both took puffs, you coughing weakly as you hadn’t smoked pot in years. You felt a quick thrill, the Sheriff’s wife doing drugs in the car of a young man who wasn’t her husband. You giggled as your felt your mind cloud and the substances take hold.

“I’m so glad you’re here” said Harry, as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Me too” you replied as your hands caressed his broad chest. “I wish I could stay in this moment forever”.

He nodded silently and your bodies melted into one another.

Before you knew it, Harry was lifting up your dress in the flatbed of the truck, his prickly stubble rubbing against the softness of your thighs as his lips found your core. You had gasped as his tongue worked their way into your folds, exploring every inch of you as you writhed and gyrated against him – putty in his hands. He curled a finger inside, then another, as your walls pulsed around him and you cried out into the night, your hands tight fists and your teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip. Your climax was overwhelming, a thousand explosions all happening at once as you shattered into a million pieces. Your mind was fuzzy from the drink, and the weed, and the adrenaline of this moment. Your eyes filled with tears, it was just all too much – your body had being crying out for touch, crying out for release, starved of affection and desperate for warmth for so long.

Harry wiped your eyes with his thumb and kissed you softly as he finally took you under the night sky, thrusting into you with ferocity but never roughly or crassly. You felt him entirely as you hitched your legs around his waist and allowed him to sweep you away with butterfly kisses from your breasts and up to your forehead. The stars shone brightly above as the glow of the moonlight bounced off of your skin.

Itchycoo Park by Small Faces was quietly playing on the car radio, the song echoing around the truck bed, the music filling in the gaps between your collective whimpers and moans -

“It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful”

And it was.

You both climaxed together, Harry’s hips shuddering against yours as he filled you to the brim with his spend. You weren’t on birth control but you didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment – being with him – feeling the warmth between your legs. You both lay in each other’s arms panting as you came down from the high of your orgasm, just watching the stars and enjoying the weight of one another’s bodies.

The hours slipped away and you headed home. Your heart was heavy that it was over, but you were overjoyed it had even happened. You would remember this night forever, it would be your lighthouse in the choppy sea. You could go back to it in your mind anytime you wanted. Your soul had been nourished. Your heart fed.

As you finally pulled up a few streets away from your house you checked your make-up in the mirror, it was silly really as you were only going to bed – but it was a habit, and it gave you a bit longer with Harry. He watched you attentively as you applied a bit more lipstick and carefully smoothed your hair.

“I’m movin’ to the city tomorrow” he whispered.

His words cut through you like a knife, the thought of never seeing him again chilled you. But it was probably for the best.

“Oh that’s great” you told him softly as you cupped his cheek, running a finger along his lips. “What an adventure”.

“Mm. Gonna get a good job. Start a new life”. He looked at you sadly.

“That sounds wonderful. You’ll do great things” you whispered, trying to restrain the tears from falling.

“Come with me” he said sombrely, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed softly, your hand clasping the back of his neck. “Oh sweetheart, I’d love to. But you know I can’t”.

“Why not?” he asked, his tone earnest and his eyes wide. “We can get an apartment together. Dance in the living room every day. I can…make you happy”.

The tears began to fall then, and you let them. For a moment you considered it – you could pack a case now and sneak out early in the morning before Lee even woke up. There was some cash stashed in the cookie jar in the kitchen cupboard, you could take that. Get a job out there, maybe wait tables or learn to type. Live with Harry and start a new life. Every fibre of your being told you to go.

But you couldn’t.

“You’ve got your whole life to live, sweetie” you told him kindly. “Go out there and live it, please. For me. You can’t have anyone holding you back”.

He smiled, his eyes watery with tears. He knew you were right.

He pulled a dog eared receipt from the floor of his truck and helped himself to the eyeliner pencil from your purse. He scribbled on the back of the receipt, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrated on the words. He handed it to you silently.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

You gasped as you read it, holding it tightly to your chest.

“Thank-you, Harry. I will never forget you”.

He kissed you one last time, a delicate lingering kiss as his fingers stroked your cheek.

“I’ll think of you every time I hear that song”.

“Goodbye, Harry”.

You shared one final look, smiling warmly at one another – so much unspoken between you both, yet everything crystal clear.

And with that you stepped out into the night. It was too hard to look back, so you marched back to your house with your eyes forward, the tears falling. You clutched the note tightly in your hand as you unlocked the front door.

Lee was still out, of course. Oblivious to all that had taken place. You hid the note deep in your dresser, under piles of tangled necklaces and odd earrings which had long lost their partner but you didn’t want to throw out – ever optimistic the other would return. You got into bed and cried yourself to sleep.

That was months ago now. You’d sleepwalked through your life since, your domestic tasks much more gruelling with the absence of your records, your days quieter without Harry for company, your spirit duller now you could no longer dance. If Lee had noticed any change in you then he hadn’t shared it. The whiskey fuelled late nights continued, an endless cycle stumbling into bed in the early hours. Tedious small talk was all that you shared.

You thought about Harry each night, the feeling of his strong arms around you – the softness of his pillowy lips against your collarbone, the groans he made when he felt you wrapped around him. You’d read the note often, clutching it to your body as if you’d somehow be able to feel him through his words.

“It’s all too beautiful

It’s all too beautiful”.

All until now, when Lee had discovered your little secret.

[lokiskitten]

Lee Bodecker | unexplained jealousy

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader [ angst/smut ]

plot : after finding out about his sister’s death, and learning that Arvin is the main suspect, Lee decides to pay a little visit to his close surroundings… starting with you.

warnings : age gap, lowkey jealous Lee, inappropriate interrogation, humiliation, manhandling, handcuffing, none/co ( not that graphic, but it remains none/co so stay safe! <3 ) , oral sex ( male!receiving ), face fucking, cream pie.

It was a day like any other, or so you thought. You had learned about the trouble your friend Arvin was in after ruthlessly murdering that priest- and that even if it didn’t look like something he’d do- though you could also understand that the rage he felt after his sister’s suicide could only lead him to want and get revenge on the one responsible for this tragedy. You felt dirty at the only thought of attending that man’s church, listening to his words as if he was god’s messager. Being a young girl yourself, it could only send you chills down your spine to learn that he would corrupt teenage girls by using the lord in order to get what he wanted and suffice his sexual needs. Your parents were currently out in order to fetch groceries, and you found yourself home alone and in hopes of spending some relaxing time by yourself. However, an unexpected ring echoed throughout the house, soon followed by heavy knocks on the door.

There was no way that the ones responsible for all this noise were your parents, as they had only left barely 10 minutes ago. You therefore felt both intimidated and annoyed at the thought of a stranger or even a friend or relative unexpectedly showing up at your house for whatever reason. You felt tempted to behave as if you weren’t here, but the responsible part of you couldn’t help but be tempted to open the door in order to pay tribute to that mature side of you. The knocks wouldn’t cease, and annoyance was soon to be the emotion taking over as you got up from the sofa in order to regain the door. “Yes! I’m coming!” You yelled from where you stood, a couple of seconds before your hands were finally able to reach for and unlock the locks which protected you from intruders penetrating inside of your house.

You felt surprised to bump into the sheriff himself, a rather angry look visible on his face as one of his hands rested on his hip. You grew confused of course, wondering why the man you barely ever interacted with would choose your house to visit. “Yes? Can I help you?” You asked as you made sure to keep the door ajar in case anything happened. “I’m gonna need to have you answer a couple of my questions.” He stated, a frown appearing on your face. “I know you used to entertain a relationship with Arvin Russell.” Lee added, which allowed you to understand the true reason to why he was here. But the platonic love you carried for the young boy easily led your young self to take a rather drastic and risky decision. Besides, you simply didn’t feel like talking about this sensitive subject.

Unexpectedly, you pushed the door forward in a pathetic attempt to shut it close. But unfortunately, the sheriff ended up being faster than you could ever be. The door swung back open, dark eyes staring into your soul as Lee allowed himself to step inside of the house- forcing you to back away the closer he moved to you due to his intimidating self. You knew you had fucked up, and on top of that humiliated yourself through the pathetic attempt you had just led. Breaking eye contact with the man as this one gently closed the door, he then proceeded to look around your place as if he was visiting a house on sale. You felt uneasy, growing more and more nervous as seconds, which felt like hours, passed by.

“Have a seat. Let’s be civilized, mmh?” Lee offered, your timid self not being able to go against his orders now that he was inside of your house and that you were in his reach. Just like he had asked, your bum was soon to collide with the sofa as he decided to occupy one of the armchairs which faced the squishy furniture. “So…” he began, silently fighting the rage and madness which was currently growing within his soul. Seeing his sister dead was the drop which had led the vase to overflow, and Lee certainly wouldn’t allow any lies to escape your mouth without ruthless consequences following. “Tell me more about your relationship with Russel. I heard you were tutoring him. Is that correct?“ Lee started off with a peaceful and simple question, something he knew you had no reasons to lie about.

“Yes.” Was the only word which exited your lips as you kept your eyes focused on your hands which anxiously rested on your knees. The sheriff tilted his head. “Did you guys entertain any.. I don’t know, none work-wise interactions?” He asked you, stepping past boundaries he currently couldn’t be bothered to respect. It made you feel uneasy, especially as you had always had a thing for Arvin which you never had the strength to admit. “No.” Your voice was shaky, which could only lead Lee to smirk out of pleasure. The sadistic man leaned in just so slightly, elbows resting on his thighs as he would stare at your face with a lot of pride reflecting in his blue orbs. Thank god your face was still looking down at your knees as you would’ve been distraught to make such eye contact with him.

“Did you want more?” He questioned, as if penetrating within teenagers’ intimacy aroused him by reminding the man of his youthful days. “No.” Your voice now sounded a little stricter, visibly desiring to prove him wrong and teach the unprofessional sheriff a good lesson. Watching him realize he wasn’t right would’ve certainly filled you with bliss. “Hey. Look at me, girl.” Lee ordered, a demand which you fulfilled by finally agreeing to make eye contact with him. He smirked, knowing that you wouldn’t have dared to defeat his authority. “Were you guys fucking?” The sheriff asked, leading your brows to knit together in order to physically express your disgust. “No. And I don’t see what any of those questions have to do within a professional police interrogation.” You snapped. His jaw clenched.

“Listen. If ya don’t tell me where that little bastard is hiding, which I’m sure you know about, I’ll lock ya up until you finally agree to do the right thing and speak to me!” He accused unfairly, leading extra rage to finally exit your organism. “I don’t know!” You shouted back, voice higher than his which officially set Lee’s accumulated madness and rage to show up for the outside world to witness. “DON’T YOU LIE TO ME!” Yelled the police officer, leading you to jump from where you sat. You now felt genuinely threatened by the man, which soon enough allowed tears of both sadness and fear to escape your glistening orbs. “I’m not lying..” you answered softly, Lee calming down upon seeing that you had now grown fearful and submissive.

The man was panting, sweat being soon to drop out of his forehead as if he was currently turning into a ruthless beast which had yet to tear apart his current shape- or simply craving alcohol which he had grown addicted to through time. Lee clenched his jaw as he watched you sob silently, this sight secretly arousing him more than it concerned him. Adjusting his position, Lee passed his hand over his chin and mouth before agreeing to look down at your silhouette again. “You’re giving me a hard time, ya know that? In fact, you’re making me waste it when I could already be looking for the boy and give him what he deserves.” The sheriff spoke before getting up on his feet whilst allowing a sigh to escape his lips. His head was looking down at yours whilst you carried on avoiding eye contact. Though his hand was soon to reach for your chin, forcing your scared self to look up at him.

You felt paralyzed as he analyzed your facial features, tilting his head and allowing a small smirk to show up on his face. “That’s a pretty little mouth you got there…” those words sent chills down your spine. “Ever thought of putting it to good use?” Finished Lee, fingers letting go of your chin only to travel down to his belt which he started to unbuckle. Though- after understanding what he was aiming at- you refused to give in without fighting for yourself, your values and the last bits of self esteem which remained within your soul. Suddenly pushing onto his lower half in order to gain extra time, you got up to your feet before beginning to rush towards the front door in a desperate attempt to escape. After allowing a grunt to escape his lips, Lee immediately scooted after you and unfortunately took ahold of your waist before you could exit the house.

Upon feeling this threatening physical contact, your lips parted as screams echoed out of your throat. You were desperate for any kind of help, for someone to come and rescue you from this psychotic man of the law who should be someone you were able to trust. “Help! Fuck off-“ you began, Lee’s large hand soon moving up to cover your lower face as he dragged you away from the door. Your hopes turned into dust, heart rushing as you slowly realized that there would be no way out of this tragedy. You were his, and no one would’ve been able to rescue you from his hold. “You’re giving me a bloody hard time, sweetie.” He accused, his arm wrapped around your chest and keeping your limbs stuck as his free hand reached for his service handcuffs. Being a police officer, he obviously knew how to handle and control people.

At this point, tears were generously pouring out of your eyes though not out of fear but panic as your wrist found itself trapped by the metal’s cold touch. Like the asshole that he was, and to make sure you wouldn’t be able to escape without enduring pain, Lee decided to tie them as tight as he could. It didn’t take long until you found yourself down on your knees with both your wrists trapped against one another, feeling like a criminal who had just been arrested for committing some gruesome act, and that even if you were in fact fully innocent. The smile which appeared on his face once he finally had you fully submitted to his power made you feel sick, stern eyes defeating his own in a form of staring contest.

He moved his thumb down to your lips, caressing them with a lot of gentleness and respect whilst the other one took care of fully unbuckling his belt. “You have the right to remain silent~” the sheriff teased, a joke which certainly amused him whilst you sat there internally dying out of pure mental agony. It felt like a torture to be at the same level than his crotch, the sound of the process that was opening his pants painfully echoing through your ears. Lee felt pleased that you had given up on fighting back and screaming in hopes of having someone come to your rescue, his twisted mind already coming up with multiple scenarios and ways he could potentially use your body. The sheriff had lost himself to madness, brain tilting to the hatred-full side of him which would settle within his soul for good.

Your jaw clenched as you locked eyes with him once again, something which would only stand as a way to avoid having to look or even take the smallest peek at his cock. It was a thought which intimidated you, especially as you had never engaged any kind of sexual intercourse with a grown up. Though the lack of consent didn’t seem to bother Lee to the slightest, and in contrary aroused him even more than he previously was as he watched you whilst you would drop frustrated tears out of your eyes. “Such a pretty thing like you shall be put to good use.” The chatter affirmed, his cocky attitude only adding up to the bad mood you currently had to deal with. Though you knew that there would be no point in trying to discuss your way out of this. Lee had taken his decision, and nothing would’ve been able to divert his attention away from such an opportunity.

And before you could know it, the town’s sheriff had pulled his slightly hardened cock out of the confine of his pant. You watched in near awe as he started to pump it, pure excitement flowing through his veins as ever friction he offered his member sent chills down his spine- and that mainly due to the single thought of you. The man had never felt that aroused, and weak pants were already beginning to echo through the empty and silent house that was yours. You thought of your parents, of Arvin who was currently on the run and of all the people who once brought light into your life in attempt to cheer yourself up and mentally escape this gruesome situation. But unfortunately, Lee didn’t appear to hold himself back any longer. His free hand moved down to your lower face, soon taking ahold of your jaw and forcing your mouth to open in order to insert his cock within your orifice.

The now fully hardened length slowly entered your innocence, filling your mouth up and allowing your saliva to coat the smooth flesh. Lee shivered out of bliss, taking the initiative to have a bit of respect for the girl he borrowed intimacy out of by not fully forcing all of his cock inside of your large hole. “God, sweetheart.. daddy’s very happy with you right now.” The salty taste which was soon to come in contact with your tastebuds made you cringe, though you believed it certainly could’ve been way worst coming from a man of his kind and age. His hand moved to the back of your head in order to initiate movement, his own neck bending backwards once his twitching member was finally gifted with friction.

His breath only grew more shivery as time passed, minutes which appeared like hours to your helpless self as his tip and fierce shaft moved in and out of your mouth- scarring your tastebuds for life with both the feeling and taste of his crotch. Your eyes were closed, the only thing you could currently control in order to escape this situation the best you could. “Fuckin’ hell.. I take back what I said. Being in your company surely ain’t a waste of my time, sweetie.” Affirmed Lee as he looked down at your struggling self, a smirk appearing on his lips as he watched you move back and forth in order to suck onto his cock. Though his facial expressions were soon to change once you attempted to swallow your saliva which had accumulated within your mouth. This gesture only stimulated his cock even more, a realization which led your soul to cringe with shame.

And whilst both your mind and body started to feel dizzy due to the current event, Lee suddenly pulled out of your mouth and started to pump his own cock, a string of saliva- though which was soon to disappear- sealing your mouth to his member still. Feeling too exhausted to understand or care, you were soon properly awoken by the unpleasant and unexpected sensation that was his semen suddenly coming in contact with your face. Your head twitched in a quick manner due to the encounter as Lee moaned out of bliss, his hardworking testicles clenching in order to pump the sperme out of his canal. You could feel the grip he kept on the back of your head intensify, a sensation which thankfully didn’t add up to your current pain.

Your face was now covered in his cum, eyelids remaining close though this once it was against your will and out of pure physical protection. The sheriff panted softly as he looked down at you in achievement, enjoying the way his own body fluids currently decorated your facial features. The man had won, and he now felt free to go back to his initial goal which was tracking Arvin Russel down. “Thanks for your help, sweetie. I’ll make sure to pay you another visit some time soon.” Lee promised as he tucked himself back in his pants, a stern expression now taking over his face as if he had switched from being aroused to irritated in barely a few seconds of time. Meanwhile your remained still, barely daring to bring your hands up to your eyes in order to wipe the blinding liquid away from your eyelids.

Whoever out there who was able to enjoy this, I hope you have a very nice evening! Specially dt to @devilsuga ❤️