#lee Bodecker smut

[lanabuckybarnes]

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

Ask and thee shall receive!

Breeding Bitch

18+ MINORS DNI

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

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

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

Here’s your payment~

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

punishment on the poker table

a/n: i've had this fantasy floating around in my brain ever since i came up with this au. damn it feels good to finally have it written out all sluttily as it deserves to be

summary: “well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.” 

warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!lee bodecker, pornstar!ari levinson, pornstar!lloyd hansen, pornstar!nick fowler, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader has been in the porn industry for a while now (maybe a few months?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, gangbang, daddy kink (probably the only scenario where you can catch me playing around with this kink, because in most circumstances it's sadly not my cup of tea), classic porn step fantasy, impact play, pussy inspection, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, pussyjob, oral, handjob, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, anal, unprotected sex

word count: 2850

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“Hey beautiful,” you heard over your shoulder as you sat in the kitchen of the rented house you found yourself in, putting the last finishing touches on your makeup for today’s shoot. 

Twisting around, you swiftly leapt from your seat as you recognised the figure leaning against the doorframe “Ari!” you threw your arms around his bulky form, “hi! How are you?”

“Can’t complain,” his broad palm ran down your spine before you retracted from the embrace, “how about you? I’ve heard you’ve been quite busy lately.”

“Yeah, I have,” a short giggle bubbled out of you, “but it’s been so much fun, though I’m still figuring out the balancing act between this, camming and school.” 

As his feet then began to shuffle, your own shifted as well and carried you back out into the other room where crew members slipped around and prepped the space. With half of their attention directed at their work, their heads still twisted as they zigzagged between the rest of the stars for today’s fantasy, as the guys, lounging on the set, dragged their old friends into whatever they were chatting about. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d all arrived,” each of their head twisted at the sound of your voice, “I thought Ari was the only one apart from me.”

“Sorry to disappoint, sweetheart,” Nick caught your palm as you neared the poker table they surrounded and pressed his lips to the back of it. 

“Good to see you again, Nicky,” you chuckled as the warmth of his peck lingered on your skin. 

“Oh, you guys have worked together before?” Ari sank down into the last of the chairs around the games table.

“Uhm, well, we have,” you gestured to the brunette who’d just kissed your hand, “a fun little POV shoot a month ago,” your gaze then drifted to Ari, “and we’ve of course worked together, I don’t think I’ll have to remind you of that,” you smiled before shifting your vision to the last two, “but, this is my first time with each of them,” you pointed between the two moustachioed men before grasping first the hand of the one to the left, “Lloyd,” a flutter flicked through your lower abdomen as you met the pornstar’s dazzling gaze, “hi.”

“Don’t get starstruck on me now,” he winked, “if you’re gonna cream your panties, wait till the camera’s rolling.” 

Puffing out an airy laugh at his joke, “no promises,” you then shifted to catch the other man’s palm, “and Lee,” he slowly rose from his seat as he shook your hand, “or should I say daddy,” a small chuckle rumble in his chest as you warmed up to the title he’d get to adorn in today’s storyline, “wonderful to finally meet you.”

“You too,” he smiled, then added before he let go of your fingers, “I’ve been looking forward to finally working with you.”

“Really?” an amazed grin lit up your face as you blinked back at the seasoned professional. 

“Oh yeah, just ask my agent. I’ve been quite literally begging for this to happen.”

“Have you ever shot a gangbang before?” Lloyd then asked. 

“Uhm, no,” you shook your head, “first gangbang–, or well, on screen that is. Although I haven’t ever been with four guys at once before, so that’s new,” your glance flickered over each of their faces, “but I’m excited! I’m prepped and ready, this is gonna be fun.” 

But before your face could heat up any further, the doors to the room burst open and in strolled, not only the head of the studio, Romanoff Productions, but also the visionary who had signed on to direct the shoot herself. 

“Oh, great! You’re all here,” Natasha came to a stop right before you all, “then it won’t be long now,” she stated before landing her gaze on you, “Cherry, should we take a look at what you’re gonna wear?”

“Yeah,” you followed along as she then slipped back into her swift stride, “I brought a few options, some different plaid skirts, all depending on what colour you had in mind.”

The camera low in Natasha’s grasp shadowed your ass, shyly peeking out from under your short blue plaid skirt with every quiet step, as you sneaked down the hallway from the front door and into the dimly lit living room. 

“Breaking curfew…” a deep voice then rumbled somewhere in the darkness. 

Spinning around, you spotted the group of men surrounding the round table in the corner, “Lee! Oh my god,” faking a fright, you clasped a palm over your exposed chest, as your tight shirt wasn’t just sparsely buttoned, but also gathered up and tied around your waist. 

“Lee?” Lloyd murmured and shifted the cards in his grasp, “is that what you call your stepfather?” 

Sinking your teeth down into your bottom lip, you quietly uttered, “…daddy...”

“Good girl,” Lee nodded, though didn’t glance over his shoulder at you as he then dropped his cards to the table and sighed, “now, are you gonna tell me why you were out so late or should I just punish you without knowing the full reason? I’m fine either way,” his fingers gently played with a stack of poker chips beside him. 

“Oh, I don’t know if that is necessary,” you swiftly shook your head and attempted to shuffle closer towards the staircase, “I'm only 45 minutes late–”

“Come here,” his command was low and clear as his glare finally locked upon your figure in the dark. 

“What?” your fingers fiddled lightly with the hem of your skirt, fluttering just above where a pair of long socks stretched up to. 

“Cherry, you can come here right now, or you can get out of my house.”

Though it was all just pretend, his low tone still sent a shiver down your spine, “you’re gonna kick me out? Just for staying out a little bit too late?”

“But that’s not all you were doing, was it?” he tilted his head before pushing his chair back a few inches from the poker table, “come on,” his palm came down to clap his thigh, “don’t act like this is the first time your bratty ass has needed to be taken over my knee.”

Glancing around to the others, “shouldn’t we go up to my room? You have company,” you added in a whisper. 

“Oh, they don’t mind,” he stated, keeping his gaze locked upon you as he raised his voice, “do you boys?”

“Not in the slightest,” Nick smirked and leaned back in his seat, eyeing you just as brashly as the rest of them did. 

Slowly, you closed the distance to stand beside Lee’s seated form, though before even offering you another glance, the older man seized your frame and tilted you over his lap. 

With your bottom barely covered in your tiny schoolgirl skirt, a yelp slipped up from your lungs as Lee sent his hand down to land, not a light beginning tap across it, but a harsh smack that had you jumping in his lap. 

“So, are you gonna come clean and tell us all what you have been up to, young lady?” he asked after you’d lost count of his generous spanks. 

“I-I was just hanging out with a friend from school,” you squeaked and dug your fingers into his thigh. 

Though as his palm came down upon your ass once again, the smack caused your flimsy skirt to flip up, just enough for him to catch sight of the secret it had been hiding. 

“Well, well, well… what do we have here…” he slowly swept his broad thumb across your tender flesh as he gazed down at the discovery, “just a friend, huh? However, did you manage to lose your panties hanging out with your friend? Come on, I think we’d all love to know.” 

But you kept your mouth shut as goosebumps pricked and covered your skin.

“Fine,” the word that left his lips was accompanied by a swift spank that soared across your bare bottom, “you don’t wanna talk? I’ll just have a look myself then,” he murmured before tilting closer, ever so slightly, and began to spread you apart. 

“What are you–,” you peeked back at him over your shoulder, though your objection melted from your lips as his touch then swept through your glistening folds, “oh, f-fuck…”

“Doesn’t seem to me like you were just hanging out with a friend…” sticky strings of want created a web as Lee probed your puffy petals apart, letting him inspect your little hole, “…you know, I don’t ask much of you, but I do require you to obey my rules, and this?” his touch ghosted against your clit, making you swallow a moan, “this breaks nearly all of them.”

“I'm sorry, I just–”

“Sorry is not gonna cut it anymore! You’re gonna have to learn that there are consequences to your actions,” he growled before landing a swift slap against your glistening pussy, causing you to let out another cry. 

As you tried to wiggle off his lap, the hand he’d had splayed across your lower back soared up to tangle itself in the hair at the base of your neck to keep you in place as he let his fingers sweep through your folds. 

“You just need a bit tough love to learn the rules, that’s all…” he uttered over the sinful symphony of his persistent touch against your embarrassingly wet cunt. 

“You’re a fucking pervert,” you grumbled through a heavy pant. 

“You can call me whatever you want, I don’t fucking care,” his grip in your hair then tightened as he yanked you closer, your back having to arch to reach the angle he searched for, “you can either get what you deserve, or I can throw you out on your ass,” his breath fanned across your hot cheek as his lips nearly grazed it with every seething word he uttered, “it’s your choice.” 

“…fine,” you finally replied through your gritted teeth before his grasp let go of your hair and sent you back down to stare at the floor.  

Slowly, as Lee slipped a finger inside of you and gradually began to stretch you out, your eyes drifted shut and didn’t flutter back open till another one of his digits had eased inside of you and tickled out a quiet whimper, deep from within your soul. However, as you blinked your eyes back open, they fluttered up to discover the hard lengths that the others around the poker table had freed from their pants. 

“Oh my god!” your eyes widened as you watched their fists slowly jerk up and down, leisurely stroking themselves as they stared at you, “Lee! Your friends, they’re–”

“Shh,” he kept up his touch as you began to quiver, “don’t mind them.” 

By the time you were fighting the unbearable urge to cum, your body was flailing so fiercely that Lee had to clasp a forearm down around your waist in order to keep you over his lap. In the intoxicating fog you found yourself submerged in, someone caught your hand, and it wasn’t till moments later that it truly sank through your haze and you squinted over to discover Lloyd’s grasp engulfing your own, as he guided your touch over himself, his girth throbbing beneath your fingers. The vision alone was enough for you to throw in the towel and lose the battle to the high that then promptly washed over you. 

Before your daze had a chance to fade, your frame was flipped back upright to briefly sit in Lee’s lap, and your reality was still so fuzzy that it took a moment for you to register when some of the others reached out to rip your shirt off, though the blue plaid that clung around your hips as well as the high socks, those were allowed to stay perfectly in place. 

“You wanna fucking learn what happens to little sluts, huh?” Lee clutched your jaw in his grasp and growled against your cheek, “because that’s how you’re acting, so you might as well learn what it’s like to be treated as one.” 

Flinging you around, he manhandled you onto the table, the others swiftly swiping away the cards and chip stacks out of the way before you landed in the middle.  

“Since you’ve got no problem spreading your legs for your little friends, then mine shouldn’t be an issue either, should it now?” 

“I–,” you panted, blinking up at Lee as he nudged your trembling thighs apart, “fuck…”

“What was that?” he smacked your sensitive cunt to conjure a clearer answer. 

“Ah!” you let out a shriek, “no, daddy! Fine! Let them use me, what do I care!”

“Oh, you’ll care, babydoll…” Lloyd swiftly snatched up your right hand and brought it back to his cock, “must warn you, we aren’t as gentle as those little boys you hang out with.”

“But that’s alright, isn’t it?” Nick smirked as he seized your other hand and yanked it towards his own dick, “your cute little pussy deserves the punishment.”

Glancing between them all, you uttered, “you’re all sick.”

“Says the girl who just came,” Lloyd pointed out through a short chuckle. 

“I did nothing wrong!” you continued, raising your voice, “everyone my age fools around! It’s not like I came home knocked up or anything–”

“Somebody shut her up,” Lee suddenly exhaled before Ari appeared above your head and swiftly stuffed his fat girth into your mouth, snuffing out the remainder of your sentence as it vibrated against his cock. 

Your legs were then folded up till both Lloyd and Nick at your sides caught them and held your limbs in place, keeping you open for Lee as he fiddled with his fly. 

Staring down at your pussy, Lee finally freed his cock and uttered, “now…” offering himself a gentle stroke as he took a step closer to you, “what are we gonna do to you…” he then tapped the heavy weight of his dick against your petals, making you squirm as sticky strings of desperation clung to his length, “maybe a little something here? Is that what you need in order to finally respect my rules?” he briefly flicked the bulbous head through your folds before his lips tilted into a sly smirk, “nah, I don’t think so… you need to be filled up somewhere that hasn’t already fucked tonight.” 

And then, with the slickness now glistening up his cock, as well as the juices that had already leaked and dripped down, Lee began to split open your ass. 

A cry promptly escaped you at the mind-numbing stretch, though as the sound vibrated against Ari’s girth, he only seized the opportunity and slid down even further till the staggering imprint of his size was bulging in your throat and his heavy sack was nuzzled up against your face.

“That’s it…” Lee groaned as he slowly filled you up, “that’s what you needed, isn’t it, kiddo?”

Though you had no clue who, a few of the men began to play with your tits, offering them playful smacks to make them jiggle hypnotically or even tug and pull on your pebbly nipples. 

“Oh, would you look at that fucking cunt?” you heard Lloyd grunt as he watched closely at how your empty pussy was blowing euphoric bubbles, before you felt him reach down to grab your desperate core, pinching the puff a moment as they all marvelled in unison. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying her little lesson,” Ari chuckled as you choked on his cock. 

“How could she not?” Nick reached down and slipped a finger inside your leaky hole, “you’re just a little whore for your stepdad and his friends, aren’t you?”

Sliding a digit in as well beside the other pornstar’s, Lloyd then murmured, “maybe instead of playing poker when we come over, we could all just play with you.”

Letting his cock slip out of your mouth, Ari craned down to touch you as well and began to bully your puffy clit, “yeah, you’d be a perfect little toy, wouldn’t you? Your daddy will teach you right how to treat us all.”

As Lee’s heavy sack smacked against your slick skin at his next deep thrust, you once again unravelled before them all, though this time in a rippling display that had your poor pussy gushing around the men’s fingers.

“Oh! That’s a good fucking girl!” Lee pulled his cock out of your ass before he joined in on the other’s torture, though didn’t stop till you were shaking violently beneath them and they couldn’t tickle forth anymore squirt from your overstimulated cunt, “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you, but just look,” he caught your eye, “you’re learning already.” 

A smile found his features before he then, without warning, stuffed his girth into your pussy, beside the fingers that no one, not even himself, slipped out, but instead utilised the leverage to pry your clambering and sensitive pussy open for Lee’s fat girth. 

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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This Ain’t Communion

Title: This Ain’t Communion

Pairing: Lee Bodecker  x Female Reader

Summary:  Sheriff Lee Bodecker takes you to the drive-in, promising something simple, something sweet. But the second reel rolls in, and sweetness turns to heat

Word Count:  3k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, fingering (Kinda...not direct contact), Oral (M!receiving) Implied age gap (Not huge but there) Innocence kink/corruption kink, Praise kink & light dirty talk, Public setting (semi-risk of being overheard/seen) NO BETA

A/N: My first Lee fic! What happens when people talk about drive in’s and messing about in cars! The drive-in glowed soft on the horizon, just a blur of flickering lights and tinny audio leaking from the cars. You’d thought it was a sweet idea. A little romantic. Lee had even cleaned out the cruiser for you. Said he wanted to treat you right. Take you out. Give you something decent for once. Said it like a promise, with that grin he used when he wanted something but didn’t want to ask for it directly.

The lot wasn’t full, but enough cars dotted the field to make it feel like an event. The buzz of the projector, the scent of popcorn drifting over from the bucket on the seat next to you. It al lent itself to a quiet kind of intimacy, a bubble you thought would be safe.

You should’ve known better.

He waited until the second reel to get you to slide over. At first, it seemed innocent enough, his arm stretched behind you, palm resting heavy on the seat. He cracked a few jokes about the movie, asked if you wanted anything else from the concession stand. But then he shifted closer. Close enough that you could feel the heat of him even through the humid air. The windows had started fogging a little, not from anything risqué yet, just the muggy night and the closeness of breath.

His knuckles brushed the side of your shoulder once, then lingered the second time. You felt it in the way his fingers flexed, waiting.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Lee murmured, his voice low and coaxing, curling around you. “Ain’t nobody gonna bother us out here.”

You slid over, your dress skirt making sure you hadn’t stuck to the leather of the seat as you pressed into the crook of his arm. He smelled like aftershave and tobacco. Wore it like a second skin.

His fingers started toying with the wispy hairs at the back of your neck, brushing light as anything, like he wasn’t trying to make your whole body tingle even though he did.

“Mmm,” he hummed, lips brushing your ear. “Look as pretty as a picture.”

You swallowed, eyes fixed on the half-lit screen ahead as his hand drifted lower. He took your wrist gently, guiding it away from your lap to rest on his thigh. Heat flared in your cheeks.

“Don’t have to be all shy here, sweetheart. Just us.”

Then he shifted in his seat, just a little and that’s when you felt it. Beneath his slacks, the unmistakable outline pressing up against your palm.

Your breath caught. Lee chuckled.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Feelin’ that now, huh?”

He leaned in closer, voice all grit and heat against your cheek. "Go on, sugar. Undo it for me."

Your fingers fumbled slightly at first, brushing the metal buckle, then sliding it free with a soft clink. The zipper followed with a slow, lazy drag. Lee let out a breath like he'd been waiting all night for that sound.

Then he picked up your hand again and slipped it beneath the waistband.

Your fingers wrapped around him.

He wasn’t long. But he was thick. Like the rest of him. Solid. Hot. Like holding a beer bottle in your hand, familiar, weighty, and impossible to ignore once your fingers wrapped around it.

Lee groaned, his head tipping back against the window.

“Fuck, your soft little hands… girl, you’re gonna kill me.”

You stroked slowly, unsure at first. You weren’t as experienced as Lee probably thought. Not by a long shot. You’d grown up with Sunday mornings that still smelled like old hymnals and wax-polished pews. Youth group socials, choir practice, potlucks in the church hall. That was your world. You and your girlfriends had whispered behind your hands during Bible study, giggling about boys whose arms filled out their shirts and who leaned against truck beds like they knew what they were doing. But it was all suggestion. All theory. You’d never touched anyone like this, never been touched in turn.

So when Lee Bodecker- the sheriff- started courting you, it had sent ripples through your quiet little life. Whispers at the potluck table. Tilted glances across pews. He’d shown up to Wednesday night service in his uniform once, just to say hello, and your friends had huddled around you afterward like you were royalty. Sheriff Bodecker and that sweet little thing? Lord help her.

They didn’t know you were just as nervous as they would’ve been. Maybe more. Because Lee was older, rougher, and you didn’t know where this was heading but you knew it was heading fast.

And now here you were. With your hand wrapped around him. His breath stuttering from your touch.

Nothing like the stories. Nothing like the giggles.

Nothing like him.

Lee’s hand never left your neck, his thumb brushing against your neck, grounding you even as your head spun.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Tighter… yeah, just like that. Bet no one ever taught you how to use those sweet hands before.”

He groaned again, voice slipping into a low growl. “That’s alright, baby. I’ll teach you. Every little thing. Gonna have you knowin’ exactly how I like it.” 

Made his hips give a subtle roll into your hand, breath hitching like he couldn’t quite believe how good you felt. It made your chest and somewhere else flutter. 

“Goddamn. Don’t stop now.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t. Not when he sounded like that, rough and wrecked, every breath scraping across your skin like gravel.

Then his hand shifted. From stroking to guiding, his fingers curling behind your head, his thumb tracing the edge of your jaw.

You looked up. His pupils were blown wide, mouth slack.

“Go on, baby. Come take care of me proper.”

He didn’t push. Just a nudge. A coax. That slight pressure on the back of your neck from his hand. 

And you went.

You leaned down, lips barely brushing the head of his cock. His breath caught audibly, and his fingers flexed at the back of your head.

“Easy now,” he muttered, voice low and rasping. “Just take your time, baby. Ain’t in no rush."

You pressed a kiss there first- soft, tentative- before your tongue flicked out, curiosity blooming hot in your belly. You licked the little bead that had formed at the tip, tasting him for the first time.

“Fuck- there you go,” he groaned, head falling back against the window.

You flushed, the praise making you bolder. You kissed his tip again, parting your lips slightly this time, tongue circling slowly. He twitched in your hand, and the grunt that tore from his throat shot straight to your core. The soft skin of him slid across your tongue as you took more, slow and uncertain. The weight and heat of him filled your mouth, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. It was messy and a little awkward, you didn’t know how deep to go, how fast to move but the way he sighed, head tilting back, fingers curling just a little tighter in your hair, made you want to keep going. Made you want to figure it out.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. “Mouth on you’s like fuckin’ heaven..”

You bobbed slowly at first, one hand still stroking what you couldn’t take. You could feel the veins along his length, feel how his thighs flexed beneath your other hand. Lee’s grip in your hair tightened, but only to anchor, not to control. He let you go at your pace.

“That’s it… just like that, sugar. You’re so damn good to me.”

His voice had gone a little haggard. You could feel the tremble in his legs, the way he breathed through gritted teeth, trying to hold himself still. Every shaky exhale, every twitch of his thigh beneath your hand told you what you were doing to him.

No, you weren’t experienced in a practical sense, but you weren’t clueless either. You’d listened enough, read enough, whispered secrets and stories with girlfriends on long summer nights. You knew what couples were supposed to do, how it was supposed to feel.

But this  wasn’t just theory. This was real. Flesh and taste and heat. This was power, and closeness, and the overwhelming ache of being wanted. And the idea of finally being able to shed that too-tight skin you’d always worn. Of becoming someone bold and certain and woman enough for a man like Lee, it made you move with more confidence.

His grip changed. Tightened.

"That’s it, darlin’, that’s it," he growled, voice strained with restraint. “Knew you’d take to it... Just needed someone to show you how.”

You adjusted, took him deeper, and let your tongue drag along the underside of him, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed against your tongue. The soft skin of him. So velvety and hot, it felt like nothing you'd ever imagined. You couldn’t help but suck gently at the tip each time you pulled back, tasting every new bead of him as it formed.

The stretch made your jaw ache just a little, but you didn’t stop. It only grounded you more in the moment, made it feel more real. More yours.

Your hand moved in sync with your mouth, stroking the base in slow, wet pumps. Drool started to spill from the corner of your mouth, slicking your fingers as it dripped down. You could feel yourself making a mess, the combined heat of your mouth and hands drawing him closer, faster.

You heard the ragged moan he let out, low and guttural, and felt the subtle buck of his hips as he chased more. His hand flexed at the back of your head again, as if he needed to hold on, too.

“Look at you,” he rasped, “makin’ me feel like this. Gettin’ all confident on me."

The praise in his voice made your cheeks burn, but it also made your spine straighten. You liked this. You wanted this. Trying to take a deeper breath through your nose.

“Fuck, don’t stop now. Not when you’re learnin’ so fast.”

The movie kept playing, half-forgotten in the background. But in that front seat, with your jaw working, your mouth stretched wide around him, his thighs trembling and your name falling from his lips in broken gasps..

“Fuck- gonna- shit, baby, right there- don’t you stop.”

You tried to prepare for it, but when he came, it hit hard. Warm and sudden at the back of your throat. Your eyes went wide as the thick heat hit your tongue, salty and overwhelming. You swallowed on instinct, but not fast enough. You choked, coughed, some of it escaping and dripping from your lips as you pulled back, your hand coming up shakily to wipe your mouth. Your lipstick was smeared, chin wet, and your eyes were glassy from the sting in your throat.

“Oops,” you muttered under your breath, swiping your thumb across your lower lip, eyes glossy.

Lee just looked at you then grinned, utterly wrecked and proud as hell. For a moment, all you could hear was the hum of the projector and the sound of your own breathing slowing. He let out a long, slow breath, his chest rising as he leaned forward, one hand brushing your hair back gently, the other rubbing his mouth like he was trying to smother a laugh or savor it all over again. The flicker of the screen cast lazy shadows across the inside of the cruiser, and you were suddenly aware of how still the world felt.

“Jesus,” he laughed low, leaning back in the seat with a groan. “Look at you. A goddamn mess.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, eyes warm with something that almost looked like awe. He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth, tasting himself on your lips.

“Cutest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, his voice honey-thick and lazy. “But we can’t be leavin’ things one-sided now, can we?”

Before you could ask what he meant, his hand slid up your thigh, fingers slipping under your skirt with the same care he'd used to guide your hand earlier. You froze. Your breath caught in your chest. “Wait- Lee, I…” It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t fear. Just surprise. The kind that came when your body moved faster than your thoughts. Your hand caught his wrist out of instinct, but you didn’t push him away. You couldn’t. He dipped closer, his lips brushing your jaw, voice soft and sure. “Shhh, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna hurt you. Just wanna show you how good it can feel.”

He waited a beat, long enough to be sure, and when you didn’t stop him, his hand kept moving. Slow. Unhurried. Like he was enjoying the heat beneath your skin. Like he already knew exactly what he’d find.

“Gotta let you know what kinda fun we can have once you get comfortable,” he whispered, dragging his palm over the front of your panties, right where you were warm and damp and pulsing. His hand pressed firm and steady, rubbing small, slow circles until your legs trembled.

“Well, would you look at that,” he drawled, nipping lightly at your earlobe. “You’re already gettin’ the hang of it. Gettin’ all worked up already.." 

His fingers kept circling, a little firmer, a little lower. You could feel yourself wet against the fabric, feel the pressure building faster than you could brace for. Every pass of his hand felt like he was peeling something open inside you.

No one had ever touched you like this before- not properly. Not with intention. Not with skill. Not with heat and care twisted together like this. You’d fooled around before; clumsy kisses, awkward hands. But nothing like this. Nothing that made your hips lift off the seat or made you whimper into someone’s mouth without meaning to.

Your body moved before your brain caught up, grinding softly into his palm, chasing friction. You reached for something- anything- to hold onto- grabbing the front of his leather jacket, then the seat beneath you- lifting your hips into the heel of his hand. You were getting wetter by the second, your breath catching, the slick pressure making your knees tremble.

He kissed you again, slower now, deeper, tongue stroking yours like he had all night to teach you how to kiss back. A needy little whimper escaped you, broken and muffled against his lips.

Lee chuckled low, rough and smug. “Shhh,” he breathed, his mouth brushing over your cheek. “Don’t want the whole damn drive-in hearin’, do we?”

His fingers circled firmer over your panties, dragging wet fabric with them. “Sit back down. Can’t have the car rockin’, either,” he added, voice dipped in wicked amusement. “Not when I’ve got a churchgoing girl in here with me. That just wouldn’t do.”

His voice was honeyed sin and smoke. And with his fingers working you like that, slow and sure and knowing- it was damn near impossible to keep quiet.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, voice hot at your ear, “gonna make you come just like this, pretty thing. Gonna let you feel how good it is to give in a little.”

You bit into your bottom lip hard, your hand gripping at his jacket again, trying so hard to stay still, to stay quiet. Your hips trembled under the effort. Your cheeks burned hot as you nodded weakly, barely able to manage that small motion as the pressure inside you mounted higher and higher.

Your breath hitched. Again. The feeling balling up tight inside your centre

You gasped. A choked little sound that cracked out of your throat as your body tensed and then trembled, keening quietly through the wave as it crested and broke. Your forehead pressed into his cheek, your panting breath warm against the curve of his neck and shoulder. You clung to him like you’d fall apart without something solid to hold, body shuddering through every last flicker of release.

Lee hummed, pleased and smug, as he slowly pulled his hand back from between your legs. Your panties clung to you now, soaked through, the cotton stretched damp against your heat and he didn’t miss the way your hips gave a little twitch when the cool air hit you again. He smoothed your skirt down gently, like he hadn’t just undone you with the palm of his hand. You barely registered the motion, dizzy and dazed from the high still crashing through your veins.

He pressed a slow kiss to your temple, then another at your hairline. And another, softer still. You felt him shift, saw from the corner of your eye the way he rubbed his jaw, then brought his hand up to his mouth. The same hand that had been on you. You caught the way his eyelids fluttered as he did it, just a breath inhaled deep, appreciating the scent of your arousal.

“Mmm,” he murmured, voice thick with heat and mischief, lips brushing your ear. “Sweet little thing like you- smell like goddamn sin wearin’ Sunday best.”

Your cheeks went impossibly hotter. Face flushed, breath stuttering, your fingers curled tighter into his coat as you hid against him, not daring to look up. He ran a knuckle over your cheek, the touch tender, reverent. Then he reached up and tucked a loose curl back behind your ear, smoothing the edge of your collar like he was straightening up a doll he’d just played with. A corruption trophy, polished and glowing.

"Perfect little lady," he murmured, almost to himself.

Your smile came too quick, too wide, caught somewhere between bashful and dazed. You didn’t know how to take all of this, how to carry the weight of what he’d just coaxed out of you.

Lee leaned back in the seat again, his shoulder brushing yours. He settled like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just unraveled you in the dark with nothing more than his voice and his hand.

"Pass me the popcorn, darlin'," he said, tone light. But his eyes never left your face. You handed it over without a word, still breathless. The sounds of the movie starting to filter back into your ears. 

He took a few pieces, chewed slowly, watching you. Like he was turning over something in his head, calculating.

"Knew you were somethin’ special. Always figured you had a little fire under all that sweetness- didn’t expect you to burn me up like that, though. And that smile?” His eyes dipped, catching the curve of your lips, still a little dazed and pink. “Could get used to bein’ the reason you wear it like that.”"

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Lee Bodecker + Breeding kink:

Going to a friend's birthday, you played with their new baby holding it and cooing at it not a care in the world. Lee however sees all of this and has the intense urge to pull you into a room and pound you until you can't handle anymore.

The thought of you getting large and round with his children just does something to him, he always wanted a big family and seeing you bounce a chubby baby on your leg he almost couldn't handle it. The idea of you nursing and walking around with his child on your hip or arms had him uncomfortably hard, so much so he wants to drag you home.

He doesn't instead he shifts in his seat, watching you play with the baby, making exaggerated faces and cooing at him Lee thinks his pants are going to explode. He can't get over how radiant you look, trying to look normal he watches as you stand walking over to him with the baby.

"Hey handsome when do you want to leave?" He looks up at you watching the baby play with your hair and look up at you, groaning he smirks "Darlin if we don't leave soon I'm going to bend you over this couch and make our own baby" You blush and laughs softly making the baby laugh "Ok come on little menace let's go give you back to your Momma, before you see some adult things"

[littlelioncub43]

Lee Bodecker is the kind to laugh delirously at you when he's pounding into you. He can't help but be amused (and unbelievably aroused) by how loud he can make you moan and scream, how he can make you cream his cock so easily.

He'll have you folded in a mating press, using his entire body weight to slam down into you, force you to feel every delicious inch of his cock. You're moaning and crying for him so loudly, he's surprised the neighbors haven't called in a noise complaint. He really can't help himself, he huffs a throaty chuckle when you shake and cum around his cock yet again and make that pathetic little whimpering sound he loves. It's just so cute.

[misguidedasgardian]

My cherry pie

What was a cute little crush on the town’s sheriff, becomes something else entirely when you receive more that you bargain for

Pairing: SoftDark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, age gap (reader early 20's, Lee late 30's), Dub-con, Loss of virginity, smut, blood, dirty talking, hummiliation, degradation, REJECTION from a parent, Being kicked out of the house by a parent, angst town, a little twisted fluff at the end

+18 MINORS DNI

Notes: My first Lee Bodecker! Hope you enjoy, I really strugled with representing that southern drawl of his...

Word count: 2.6 k

He wasn’t the most handsome, nor the most galant, in fact, you have heard your father multiple times referred to him as “That bastard” or alternatively, “That fat motherfucker” but you saw past that, you only listened attentively what your father had to say about the town’s sheriff

You liked him

By the sole menton of his name your legs turn to jelly and you feel your face getting as heated as that time you got sunburned under the summer sun

You didn’t know if it was his steel blue eyes, or the way he spoke with that southern brawl, or the gestures he made with his thick hands, the way he moved, or the way he smiled one side while his hands where perched on his hips

He was a handsome man

You felt your cheeks heated at the thought or sight of him, you felt nervous, like your stomach was filled with little butterflies.

You had a crush on him, on Lee Bodecker

You had become a lady now, you just finished college, (a rare occurrence for ladies) and you had to come back home, to Knockemstiff, to help your father with the family business. the biggest hardware store in town. He remained here, in his birthplace.

You were an adult now, and you wanted to act on your feelings towards the sheriff. It's about time you had your love story, with a handsome, strong, galantt man, like the Sheriff himself.

You looked at him, he was behind the sheriff office stand, watching over the town’s farmers market, and you knew it was your chance. You just smiled, as you walked towards him, with your trademark cherry pie you had learned how to bake from your deceased mother’s recipe. According to your dad it was the best dessert he had eaten, so you just had to make it for him.

“Good morning Sheriff” he wasn’t alone, he was accompanied by two of his deputies, but only one look from him and they disappeared and splitted into the crowd, smiling widely, unknown to you why

“Good mornin' sweetie” he greeted, and immediately you felt your cheeks heated

“I B-baked this, f-for you” your damned stutter, showed up in the least convenient situations

“For me?” he asked, stunned, and happy, receiving the pie you just handed to him, you nodded with your head, smiling widely at him, “Aren’t you the sweetest? You are Earl (Y/L/N)’s kid, right?” he drawled, only his voice and that one sided smile could make your knees buckle and your hands sweaty

“I’m not a kid Sir” you remarked, your sweaty hands hiding behind your back

“You got that right” he purred, lookin up and down at you, oh you were certainly nervous now, “Thank for the pie, but I don’t know what I did to deserve it”

“You are the sheriff” you said simply, but regretted it, it seemed like you were interested in him only by his standing, “No that’s not what I meant, I mean…” he laughed, loudly

“It’s ok sweet girl” he comforted you, “How can I thank you for this delicious gift?” he asked, leaning in, looking at you with those steel blue eyes you liked so much

“I w-was wondering…” you started, “I want to…”

“You want to go on a date with me, sweetheart?” your heart jumped inside your chest and you got so excited you had to fight not to let out an excited shriek

“Yes Sheriff” you said, toying with your fingers behind your back, “I’d like that very much”

“Very well then, are you comfortable with friday? pick you up at 6?” you just nodded, not being able to talk of how excited you were

You told him to wait for you down the hill from your house. You knew your father disliked him, and would never let you go on a date with him, so you hid it from him.

It should have ring a bell in your little, naive head that the sheriff was all too keen of just wait for you hidden in his cruiser between some trees, instead of taking off his sheriff hat, going up the tree steps to the porch of your house, and present himself to your father as the “Gentleman who was taking his daughter out for dinner” But you didn’t care, you were so excited

“Where are we going, Sheriff?” you asked him, as you put on your seatbelt on, you were so excited it took you hours to get ready

“You’ll see sweety” he purred, “And you can call me Lee” your hands get clammy while grasping the strap of the seatbelt

“Lee” you savoured his name in your mouth and you liked what you felt

“Your pie was the sweetest, more delicious thing I’ve eaten little girl” he purred, and you couldn't be happier

“You liked it?” you asked, amazed

“Oh man, what I would give to eat more of it”

“I can make you another” you offered, with a shy smile

“I’d like that” he responded, leaving your eyes to look upon the road

There weren't many places to go have dinner in Knockemstiff, maybe that’s the reason he drove all the way to Meade, but it wasn’t a restaurant he took you to, not even a diner, you parked and stopped in a three floor apartment building. He got off his official police vehicle, and went around it, only to open the door for you, and you were so happy at his chivalry, he took your hand in his and softly led you towards a set of stairs, to go to the second floor to his place.

He lived alone, you could tell, his house, even if he had new and somehow modern appliances, lacked warmth, lacked pictures hanging from the walls showing stories and happy faces, his open kitchen lacked ingredients and tools to make a home cooked meal. The couch looked cozy but empty, everything did.

“You brought me to your house?” you asked softly, kind of excited, did he truly wanted to show you the place he lived? That was certainly exciting, wasn't it? something private, and more intimate.

“I wanted to get to know you better” he said simply, offering you a seat on his big leather couch, one that you took, “You want something to drink?” he asked, “I got some… beer, and well, water, maybe a coffee?”

“Water is fine” you said simply, you disliked the taste of beer, you still remembered the bitterness of that sip your dad offered you when you were 15 years old, and never tried it again since.

He brought you a glass, with a beer for himself and he seated in the couch right next to you, you sipped your water, silently thinking about how hungry you were, but it didn't matter, you were with Lee Bodecker by your side, in his house, you should feel fortunate, lucky even.

You couldn't help but wince when you felt his hand, caressing your hair

“You are so pretty, little girl” he purred

“You think so, Sir?” you asked him

“I told you to call me Lee…” he continued, you accomodate to turn to him, more comfortably

“Sorry Sir, I mean… Lee” you grumbled, “You live here alone?” you asked him

“Yes sweety, I’m a big man” he chuckled

“Oh, yes I know” you muttered, embarrassed

“And you? you live with your pops?” you nodded

“Yes, just the two of us” you sai, smiling shyly

“Oh good, you ain’t got no siblings?” you shook your head

“Do you?” you asked

“Only my sister, she is married now” he answered simply

“Do you want to get married?” you asked, innocently

“One day I might” he chuckled, his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes burning your face with embarrassment, feeling scrutinized under his gaze, “And you? Sweet thing?”

“I would like to get married” you answered sincerely, “And have a couple babies”

“Is that so?” he purred

He leaned in, and you felt intimidated, but didn’t move until he reached you, and covered your mouth with his, you gasped in his mouth, not believing what was happening, the sheriff! your platonic love was kissing you! you dropped the empty glass and it fell on the carpet, whole, so it didn’t take importance as he cradled your face, and leaned in so much over you, you got trapped completely between the couch and his big body. You tried to respond to him, but couldn't, he was more experienced than you.

His hands left your face, to fondle with his clothes, you didn't know what he wanted until you heard his belt being opened, the unmistakably metal sound the buckle made at being open made you curious. He left your face then, standing right in front of you, opening his pants, and taking out… his… You could only gasp at the sight

You had never seen one before, it looked angry, red, his tip shiny since droplets of a white liquid came out of it

“What? Are you going shy on me all of a sudden?” he asked, mocking you, he leaned in and grabbed you by the back of your neck, rawin you towards him… towards his…. manhood, you react by placing your hand over his thighs, to try to stop him, you didn’t want your face near it, it scare you, so he stopped

“Sorry…” you whimpered, “I got…” he grabbed your hand and made you wrap it around his cock. It was warm, but soft, and incredibly hard. It felt weird in your hand, weird but good, kind of… exciting… you felt a thrill by holding it, stroking it, putting pressure in your fingers, drawing noises from him you liked

“You want to go to the main course, sweety pie?” you nodded, not knowing what he ment, but wanting something else, something other than this

This isn’t what you imagined a date with the sheriff would be like, but fear took a hold on you, a fear of disappointing him, a feared that crippled you into believe that if you didn’t want to go ahead with this he would reject you, and throw you aside

He grabbed and almost threw you over the couch, kneeling in its cushions, you fell over the backrest, grabbing it tightly to keep you grounded, you got scared all of a sudden, not knowing what to do, or what he intended… but you discovered it very swiftly when he grabbed the hem of your dress and pushed it up, past your hips, uncovering your behind

“Sheriff?” you asked, suddenly scared

“Oh, this is what I wanted to see.” Your butt was on display for him, and your cotton white panties you wore that day, and then… his hands, grabbing your ass, squishing your cheeks. You heard his growled and you were so stunned you couldn't even move, “This is what I’m talking about,” he growled, satisfied, an you jumped on your spot when you felt his chubby fingers moving your underwear aside, to start caressing you in your pussy, rubbing you, splitting your folds open for him.

This couldn’t be happening

Were all the horrible things your father told you about boys, were all true? was sex the only thing they looked for? No, no not necessary, perhaps he truly saw you as a woman, and this is what women and men did, right?

Impatiently, he grabbed your panties and dragged them down your legs, taking them out of the way.

“Lee… Sir…” you called, trying to look back at him, but you were interrupted

“I’m getting there sweet girl” he purred

You felt the tip of his dick searching for your entrance, and you quivered trying to escape his grip but failed, he was stronger and bigger than you, he barely even noticed you had moved. And then… you felt him… his fat cock finally finding your folds and trying, hardly, to sneak inside your virgin passage, you whimpered, cried but it was smothered by the leatherback of the couch, that silenced your whimpers of pain.

He didn’t wait, he wasn’t gentle, he slammed into you until he gave you all his length in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You had never been stabbed but surely it felt like it, it felt like he was stabbing you, it hurt, it burned your insides leaving fire and lava inside your walls

“This is all you wanted all along, you fucking whore” you whimpered at the shameful words, “Throwing yourself all over the sheriff, you shameless slut”

You wanted to say something, to say no, to tell him that all you wanted was a date, for him to open the door for you and to hold his big hand in yours, and then maybe, just maybe, he would lean in and kiss your cheek at the end of the night when he dropped you safely in the porch of your house. He did kiss your cheek, leaving a trail of drool as he started thrusting roughly into you from behind

“This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” he growled in your ear as he kept pounding into you, “This sweet pussy is so tight” you opened your mouth to protest but the only thing that came out of it was a whimper, a pained one, it still burned but your own body helped you, lubricating itself, “My pussy, right?” he asked, seating himself deeply inside you until you felt his belly over your ass, but he took himself out,almost… and then he pushed inside you again, starting a hard sawy that made the couch squeak under you both

It didn’t burn anymore but it was far of being pleasurable, until you noticed his hands grabbing your hips more tightly, his grunts and moans more elevated in sound, an you felt it… he speared inside you harder this time, and he didn't retreat, he stood there, still inside you, grunting. You felt something warm, and sticky, filling your insides and you just moaned at the unknown feeling, only assuming he had finished

“Oh sweetheart” he growled, satisfied, he pulled himself off of you and you couldn’t help but wince at the feeling, “That was so…” he interrupted himself. You didn’t know what happened since you couldn’t see him, but what he saw had left him speechless. His dick was stained with your blood.

He looked at you and he felt a tinge of guilt clawing at his chest, you were hugging the back of the couch tightly, and he heard you sob softly, you were in pain. Your gasps and whines weren’t signs of pleasure, they were signs of pain and when you reached out behind you to grab him wasn’t because you needed to feel him, it was because you wanted him to stop. You were a virgin, it was your first time, and he had been careless and even rough with you

“Oh sweety pie” he said, almost mocking you, “Did I just pop your cherry?” you sniffed, trying to turn around to see him, you wiped your tears with the back of your hand and nodded

“Yes Sir” you whispered, you finally looked at him when you sat on the couch, he saw you flinched when the abused flesh of your ass and your pussy touched the surface of the couch. You finally looked at his face, he was looking at you with adoration, or how he would look at a cute puppy. You tried to breathe, to relax, and when you managed to do just that, you felt the awkwardness, he just stood there, watching you, and you could have done anything to escape his gaze, so that’s what you were going to do

“I have to go” you sniffed, trying to stand up from the couch, fixing your underwear, but he stopped you, grabbing your shoulders

“No sweety pie” he drawled, “You are not going anywhere”

“What do you mean Sr?” you asked, suddenly scared of him

“I can't just let you go now, can I?”, his finger trailed your wetted cheeks and down to your jaw, “I just popped your cherry, what kind of man would I be if I just let you go like you were a whore?”

“But my father…” you muttered, scared of what would happen if you didn't come back soon

“I’ll deal with your pa’ tomorrow” he leaned in and kissed you again, sloppily, “Right now I’ll teach you how to ride me, to ride a man” you felt nervousness prickling at your skin, but you let yourself get dragged by him towards his bedroom

You didn’t even get to look around since he was over you in a second, devouring your mouth until you couldn't breathe. He was passionate, strong, and you tried to keep up with him but it was so hard he ate you whole, and you let him, going almost limp in his arms

He separated from you, to look at you with his darkened eyes that almost looked black

“Let me help you get this off” he didn’t care about buttons, of delicacy for that matter, he grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it over you, leaving you in underwear, one that he had spoiled, at least the bottom part. He licked his lips, in a manner that made you feel insecure and unseasy.

He undressed himself, uncovering his pudgy belly, his hairy chest, and finally, he undid his pants, to release his already hard cock, ready for you again

“Look what you provoque” he murmured, and you couldn’t get your eyes off his dick, “Already hard, and it’s all for you” you still feel that stickiness between your folds, but in some weird way, you still wanted to please him, “You wanna’ ride me? uh?” you just nodded, he smiled, and he proceeded to get rid of the rest of your underwear, leaving you totally naked in front of him, “You are beautiful, gorgeous” he purred, his hands tickling you on their way to touch your breasts, feeling them in his bigs hands, squeezing them a little bit, feeling them, only when you moaned softly and your nipples were hard and pebbled, he stopped, smiling widely

“T-thank you sir” you whimpered, still scared in his hands and under his gaze

He seated on the bed, and still grabbing your hand he made you jump over him, straddling him, your knees on both sides of his thighs, his cock standing proudly. You let yourself be accommodated by him over him, your pussy just over him

“Lee” you called

“What sweet girl?” he asked

“It hurt the last time”

“It’ll be better now, I promise” and it was, he lowered you, impaling you with his length, and splitting you open once again, but he was right, it didn't burn like the last time, it felt better, you felt places inside of you being caressed by his manhood and you enjoyed it much more.

You rode him alright, he moved your hips, making you go up and down his hard cock, and you couldn't’ stop the soft moans that came out of your mouth, you did enjoyed it, vey much, also because this time you could see his face, his smile as he looked at you with adoration in his yes, and he stole short lived kisses on your lips and all over your face, making you smile, and enjoy more the moment, since it was more intimate, and he was being more careful.

“You are a quick learner” he praised, “I think I want to keep you sweet girl, would you like that?”

“Yes Sir!” you begged, your voice high and pitched by this marvelous climax of sensations he made feel. But he kept controlling your movements untl he cummed inside you again.

He was a rough man, you knew this now, and he not very carefully but with certainly good intentions, helped you get inside the bed, and once you were under the covers, he also joined you, grabbing you and slamming you against his own body, finally feeling his warmth, his nakedness against your, and he held you tightly, searching your face with his to drop kisses all over your face and also some in your lips

“I stand corrected” he murmured against your lips, “Your pie isn’t the sweetest thing i’ve tasted, you are, my own cherry pie”

“You mean it?” you asked

“Hell yes I do” he responded

The ride home the next morning was awkward and in silence, and as the cruiser left the main road to drive up a secondary gravel avenue, this time, he drove up right into the front of the entrance to the house, no hiding, you looked at him, expecting something, but he only looked at the front of the car as he sighed

“T-thank you sheriff” you stammered, and before he could say anything, you opened the door and jumped off the cruiser. You tried fixing your dress, but it was fruitless, you could tell you were wearing the exact same clothes you did yesterday

“What is the meaning of this?” you tried to hide between your shoulders when your father popped out of your house, he was upset, and mad, as he should be, since you haven't come home since you left last afternoon. You winced when you heard the door of the cruiser opening it up and closing behind you, “Sheriff” your father called, and you knew he was trying to control himself, “What’s going on?” you looked over your shoulder to see Lee take his hat off of his head, he shared looks with you fleetingly before returning his full attention to your father. “Get in here, both of you!” he demanded, and he, as you as if he were a teenager, obeyed him

You three seated in the dinner table, and you couldn’t stop shaking, your father was ruthless, and he could be very vey mean

“She spent the night with you?” he asked, and you looked over at Lee, you had seen him with other men that believed were over his head, but no one was, he put them in their place swiftly and unmistakingly

“Yes Sir” he answered back

“I told you” he yelled at you, “I didn’t want you anywhere near him”

“I like him” you mumbled, and he just chuckled, in a mean, shivering making way

“And I told you he was only after what old man want with young pretty ladies such as yourself” he answered

“Sir, that’s not…” he tried to reply

“Oh so you expect me to believe he spent all night with you doing what? playing chess?”

“Dad… I’m sorry”

“You are a whore!”

“Sir” Lee called, strongly, made you wince, the thickness of the air was unbearable, the tension between them both, and between you, “I care about your daughter” he responded, and you looked at him, surprised. One of his thick arms surrounded your shoulders

“Well, if you care about her so much, you can take her with you!” your father growled and that’s when bitter tears fell down your eyes, “I don’t want this whore in my house” you couldn’t help your sob, the rejection of your own father burning inside your chest

“She ain't no whore, Sir” Lee growled, his arm tightening around your shoulders, letting you breathe more freely, feeling protected, “She is a sweet girl”

“Then take her, she is all yours” he said, slapping the table as he rose up on his feet, “I don’t want ‘er, I have no use for a shameless slut here in my house,” new and fat tears fell from your eyes, “Trying to raise you good for you to only open your legs for the first bastard that looks at you funny”

“Dad” you managed to cry, “Please!” you looked at him but you were only met with disgust and disappointing

“Get your shit, and get out of my house”

With trembling hands and legs you stood up from the table, and grabbed some garbage bags that were located under the sink, and you went towards the stairs slowly, taking everything in, you stumbled upon the first steps but Lee was right behind you, placing one of his big hands on your lower back to help you keep your balance and give you the strength to go up the stairs towards your room

He stood silently by the door of your room as he watched you carefully grab your clothes from the closet and throw them inside the black bag, also a couple of shoes, and when you made sure you had everything that fitted you, you grabbed some personal items of yours to take.

It was kind of sad to fit all your life in two medium size trash bags.

And there was Lee again, to lean in and grab the bags from your hand. You looked into his face to see if you sensed something, anything, really, like annoyance, and sadness, but all you saw was a calculating frowned face

“I’m sorry for all this sweety pie,” he mumbled under his breath. You couldn’t even talk, so you just shook your head and muster all your strength to only say a meek denial of “this isn’t your fault” kind of gibberish

But panic started to take a grip on your quivering body when he slammed the door of his cruiser shut. Everything started to sink into your little head

Lee was going to leave you too, you barely knew each other, he didn’t love you, he wasn’t going to walk to your house and ask your father for your hand in marriage and then respect you until you wedding night after you walk down the aisle wearing white, you jumped ahead of all that and now he was going to kick you off as well, like your father just did

Nobody wanted you

He got inside the cruiser that moved under his weight, the leather making some squeaky noises when he accommodated himself. He didn’t say anything as he took off his hat and threw it in the back seat, he grumbled under his breath while he put the keys into the ignition and and put on his seatbelt

“Please Sir” you whimpered, you saw in the corner of your eye Lee stopping his movements to look directly at you, “I don’t have anywhere else to go” you cried, “I can clean, and cook for you” you finally looked at him and he was surprised at your sudden outburst, looking at you with those blue eyes opened in surprise, “I won’t bother you at all Sir, please, don't leave me, don’t throw me into the streets” you begged.

“Oh my sweet cherry pie” he whispered softly, his hand cradling your cheek, “Ain’t ever letting you go” he said, leaning into you until his forehead was against yours, “Are you going to be my pretty little housewife?”

“You mean it Sir?” you asked. Your chest burned with relief, love and adoration

“I’m gonna wife ya’ sweet girl” he confirmed, his eyes on yours, “Would you like that? to be the wife of this fat ol’ bastard?”

“Yes Sir” you said firmly and happily

“Ain’t that right sweet girl?” then you saw in his eyes something different, something warm and sweet, “Yes Sir?” he repeated, “Aren’t you just an obedient little thing?” you just nodded, relieved and happy

“Yes, Thank you Sir” one of his thick arms surrounded you and eliminated the distance between your bodies, nesting you against his chest

“Are you going to cook for me?”

“Yes” you answered swettly and without hesitation

“Clean our house?” you just nodded against him, “Wait for me when I got home from work?” he asked, hopefully

“Yes Sir” you said happily

“Are you gonna’ give me some pretty babies?” he purred, without leaving your touch, you just stayed there, cuddled into his warm and pudgy body

“Would you like that?” you asked, excited

“Oh yeah sweet girl” he purred over your head, “I wan’ at least 4” you shrieked out of pure excitement, “All girls as sweet as their mother”

The moment he realised he had “popped your cherry” is the minute he truly felt like the most lucky bastard that had stepped on this earth

He thought you were just a little whore, playing it nice with the sheriff to save yourself some trouble, that your heated cheeks, your naive looks, and childish demeanor were only a ruse. Oh he never felt happier of being wrong.

You truly were innocent, you truly had a childish crush on him, and you truly wanted him

You were such a sweet little thing, so innocent and ready to please

He was never going to let you go

You were his cherry pie

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Know What I Want » Lee Bodecker

Week of October 1st-5th

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“No I don’t.” You say.

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

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

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

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

“Yes we can.” Lee says with a smirk.

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

“N-No.” You stuttered.

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

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

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

“N-No.” You answered.

“Don’t lie to me.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want my cock, sugar?” He asks.

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

“Use your big girl words.” He says.

“I want your cock.” You blurted out.

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

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

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

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

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

“S-So big.” You stuttered.

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

“Ride me.” Lee orders again.

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

“Faster.” He demands.

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

“Don’t make me spank you.” He warns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” Is all he says.

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

“You can cum when I cum.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me, sugar.” Lee says.

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

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

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

-Bucky’s Doll

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker

Summary: Being the new secretary at the Police Station had been quite the adjustment, but now, you're left alone with the handsome Sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content (slightly), injury/blood (cut to knee), clumsy!reader, size difference, cock bulge, dry humping, innocence, protective, authority/power play, praise kink, sir kink, rough sex, creampie, sucking fingers

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It had been a long first week at your new job as a secretary at the police station in Knockemstiff. Everyone had been pleasant and welcoming, which had calmed your nerves as you were completely new to the area, deciding to move across the country to have a fresh start.

Tonight, you decided to stay late to finish the remaining paperwork stacked up throughout the day. As you were so new, it was taking you some time to get used to filing and completing the documentation; therefore, you decided that if you stayed behind after everyone had left, you could complete it at a leisurely pace without making any mistakes.

What you hadn’t anticipated was the Sheriff had also decided to stay and sit in his office, the only light illuminating the building except for the lamp on your desk and in the kitchen. Everywhere else had a dark shadow that had your eyes flicking to check that there wasn’t something hiding in the darkness and still trying to get used to being in a new environment.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you saw it nearing midnight and yet; there was still a sizeable stack of papers next to you on the desk. Deciding you needed a freshen-up, you stretched your arms high above your head, moaning quietly as different areas of your body popped and clicked.

You were planning to go and make yourself a coffee, but the light illuminating the edge of the room caught your eye. It was polite to ask if the Sheriff would like a coffee as well, but that included talking to him, which so far had been an unsuccessful feat as he always made you nervous enough to fumble your words. Not only was he in a position of great power, but Sherriff Lee Bodecker was incredibly handsome, from his tall stature, piercing blue eyes, buzzed hair and soft belly that was beginning to strain against his belt. Every single part of him had your insides fluttering and your mouth unable to form coherent words.

You seemed to chastise yourself constantly for being so foolish around him, knowing that he was your boss and you’d have to speak to him multiple times a day, so it was about time you got ahold of yourself. However, this was easier said than done.

Baby steps, you reminded yourself. You didn’t need to go in and ask about his childhood. All you needed to do was knock on his door and ask if he’d like a coffee.

Taking a deep breath and straightening the material of your knee-length floral dress, you moved towards his office. The door lay open as if he was waiting for you, but quickly shaking your head, you knew your mind was playing fantasy tricks. The Sheriff sat behind his desk, a tall lamp over his shoulder, the only light fixture turned on as his eyes darted around the file in his hands.

Knocking three times gently on his door, you tried not to flinch as he looked up, the crease between his eyebrows smoothing as he smiled at your presence. “Would you like a coffee,  Sheriff?”

“Yes, please, Sugar” he smiled appreciatively, and you gave him a kind one in response, turning towards the kitchen area. As you switched on the coffee machine and waited for the water to warm, you arranged two cups on the countertop, and the anxious little voice in your head began to overthink the entire interaction. Sugar? Was he calling you a cute nickname, or was he asking for sugar in his coffee? How could you not know how the Sheriff likes to have his coffee already? You’ve been working for him for seven days already; this should have been the top three things you should know as the secretary.

So lost without your thoughts, you hadn’t heard his footsteps following behind you until he asked you a question, but your squeal in fear drowned out what he was asking as you quickly spun on the spot. In doing so, your elbow caught one of the coffee cups that fell off the side and smashed on the floor.

Your eyes widened in fear as you instantly were on your knees, reaching for the tiny shards that once created a cup. “I’m so sorry, Sheriff! I’ll pay for this, I promise. I wasn’t looking where I was going with my clumsy arms and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Darlin’, it’s only a cheap coffee cup, there’s no need to fret. Here, let me pick that up; I don’t want you accidentally cutting yourself now”.

Lee tried to take the shards of the cup from your palm, but you shook your head, “No, Sir. I’ll clean it. It’s my mess; I’m really sorry. I’m never usually this clumsy, I promise.”

“Sweetheart, it’s fine! But I must insist you give me those pieces before you hurt yourself”.

He was so close to you that you could feel his warmth as his fingers wrapped beneath yours and tilted what you had collected into his hand. Looking at him through your lashes with shame, embarrassment, and guilt, you were about to thank him when a sharp pain cut through your knee as you moved positions. “Thank you, Sheriff, I- ow!”

Both of your eyes lowered to your knee as you sat back onto the balls of your feet, lifting your dress and knee to see a portion of the broken cup had lodged into your skin, partially sticking out, and blood already leaking down your shin.

“Careful! Let’s get you in the light better. I’ve got you, put your arms around my shoulders”. The pain was increasing, which only meant you were half paying attention. All you knew was that you didn’t want to move your leg, but the Sheriff was in front of you, moving your hands for you until they rested on his uniform-covered shoulders.

As he stood, his arms wrapped around your waist, helping you to stand on one leg and then hop over to the table in the centre of the kitchen area. When your arse was brushing against the solid wood, his hands once more lowered to your hips, where he was able to lift you until you were sitting on the surface.

Even with your pain, your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment at his touches. Having him so close, you could smell the reminisce of his aftershave that he’d put on in the morning hour. It had an underlying spice scent while also remaining sweet, like vanilla. Then there was the searing heat remaining on your waist and hips from where his hands had touched; it was as if his hands had burned through your clothes altogether with the lasting impression that they had left.

The Sheriff had rushed to find the first aid box beneath the kitchen sink and was standing before you a second later; his eyebrows furrowed like they had been before you interrupted his reading. The table was positioned directly beneath the kitchen light so the two of you could see the extent of the damage. The shard wasn’t as deeply embedded as you’d first thought, but enough blood had flowed that a streak of red now pathed down your leg and pooled in your sock.

The sight instantly made you feel as if you were on a boat. Nauseous and dizzy as you swayed slightly. “Woah, ok, so you aren’t a fan of blood. Just look at me, Sweet, or better yet, lean on my shoulder and look in the other direction. That’s good; now, take some deep breaths. I don’t want you passing out on me, alright?”

You weren’t able to respond with the fear that you might vomit on your new boss, so you just followed his instructions. First, by looking up into his handsome, welcoming face and then leaning your cheek onto his shoulder, looking away from the mess running down your leg. As you continued to feel light-headed, Lee held his arms around your waist, his thumb stroking in gentle circles that helped to ground you at the moment, his touches once again causing warmth to bloom wherever he was, from the hands-on your body to the shoulder against your cheek.

Long minutes go past as you breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to regain any sort of control over your traitorous body. Feeling strong enough to have some composure, you realised, to your horror, that you’d been gripping onto his biceps like your life depended on it.

Releasing him with a gasp, your face tilted to look up at him. “I’m so sorry!”

“Why are you apologising? You’ve not done anything wrong” he tried to calm you with a soft stroke of your cheek with the back of his fingers, and it felt as if all air seemed to be sucked from your lungs. Lee smiled down at you before turning serious, “Why don’t you continue to lean on my shoulder, and I’ll clean your leg up?”.

Nodding your head as words seemed to fail from your mind at all the intimate touches that had passed between you and the Sheriff, you leaned your face against his cheek, looking away from the direction of your pained knee that had now turned into a deep throb of pain.

“You’re shaking, Darlin’. Just hold onto me; everything’s going to be just fine. You won’t need stitches from the looks of it. I’m just going to clean you first, then I’ll take out the shard”. Once more, you nodded your head in response and mentally screamed at the fact that you weren’t shaking because of the injury or the light-headed sensation but because you were nervous about being close to him.

Lee rummaged through the first aid box next to you and then began to clean the blood off of your leg. “How are you finding it here in Knockemstiff?” the Sheriff asked casually, trying to make small talk and distract you.

“I’m really enjoying it, sir; everyone’s been so welcoming and friendly”, you responded after a shaky breath, hands moving to grip the edge of the table so you refrained from grabbing onto him.

“Good. Do you live alone, or did your family move with you?”

Your entire body felt as if it was floating with the overwhelming emotions going through your body with having the Sheriff’s hand running up and down your leg; occasionally, his fingertip would brush against the skin directly, and you had to bite your lip to stop an embarrassing squeak from coming out of your mouth. “I live alone. My family live on the other side of the country. It’s just me”.

The hand on your leg paused momentarily before continuing towards your knee. “Pretty girl like you all by yourself? I don’t like the sound of that”, he mutters, almost so faintly that you weren’t sure if he had intended for you to hear it or not, but it had the desired effect anyway as your body involuntarily shivers.

Your tongue suddenly felt like it was made of lead as you responded, “It can be a little scary, but at least I know I’ve got a protector like you looking after the town, Sheriff”.

The shoulder you were leaning on shifted backwards as Lee tilted his body so that he could look down at you. You couldn’t understand the expression he was portraying; his eyes were unfathomably dark in the bright, overhanging light, and they seemed to be tracking every little movement of your face. “Of course, Sweet. I’ll always be here to protect you”.

“Ow!”

“There, the worst is over with now”. You had been so distracted with mesmerising his face this close, particularly the shape of his lips, that you hadn’t noticed that he had gripped the object in your knee, pulled it out and then quickly covered the cut in his wipe. “Sorry, I’m just going to move a little close to look at the damage”, he explains whilst shifting forward. In doing so, he pushed between your legs, causing them to spread further and him to be flush against your body.

Your mouth dried, fingernails digging into the wood. You’d only ever had one man this close to you before, and that was your ex-boyfriend, who you’d thought was the love of your life, allowing intimacy to occur because you were meant to be together forever. Then, one day, he decided he wanted that with the neighbour instead. This was the main reason for you moving across the country, but now, having the Sheriff this close felt both scandalous and yet safe, trusting your new boss as he was only helping you.

Deciding to believe this, you leaned further against him, but in doing so, your thigh pressed against something in his pocket. Assuming it was his gun, you didn’t see the need to move away from him and remained close, savouring the warmth he was providing you.

Maybe you were tired and somewhat delirious still from the current events, but it took you much longer than it should have to realise that the Sheriff’s hips were moving against your thigh, causing the sensitive skin to chaff. Your eyes had been closed but soon snapped open as your posture straightened.

Your mouth opened and then closed as you struggled to decide what to say. The hardness that was stroking against your thigh was definitely not his gun, which you realised should have poured fear through your soul, but your traitorous body reacted in another way as warmth bloomed in your panties and core.

Before you could react further, the Sheriff was moving away, “All done. You’re as good as new, Darlin’”. 

The warmth of his body stepped back as he moved to dispose of the bloody wipes and wrappers from the bandaid that now lay across the small cut on your knee. You inspected the area, mainly as a distraction so you didn’t have to look up at the Sheriff, worried that he’d see the glassy-eyed expression etched across your face or that you would see the bulge that had just been pressing against you.

“I think it’s about time we called it a night. How about I drive you home?” he suggested from across the room.

“Ye-yeah. You don’t have to drive me home, though, Sheriff. I only live down the road; I can just walk”.

As you were about to jump down from the table, he was in front of you again, that crease returning between his eyebrows as he looked at you disapprovingly. His hands rested next to yours on the table's edge as he leaned his weight on them, lowering himself so the two of you were now at eye level. “Now I won’t be having that. I’m not letting such an innocent-looking girl walk around in the middle of the night. You don’t know who is watching in the shadows. Go and get your coat; I’ll wait by the door”.

You gave him a thankful smile and embarrassingly squealed as his hands returned to your hip, and he pulled you off the table and back onto your feet. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you ran to your desk, trying to tidy it quickly before grabbing your coat.

Ever the gentleman, Lee held the station's door open, as well as his cruiser's passenger door open for you to get into his car. It felt odd for you to be in the front of the police car but also thrilling in a strange sort of way, and some naughty part of your brain couldn’t wait to get home so you could get the frustrations out of your body with the head of the shower between your legs.

Giving the Sheriff directions to your home, you both drove in a comfortable silence. However, being so close to him, in the contained metal box of his car, your wandering eyes kept slipping back towards him. Not only were you staring at his face, but your eyes dipped to his crotch. You would internally use the excuse it was to see if it was his gun, but this was strapped to the side of his hip, and yet, the bulge was still very evidently there.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked innocently, rubbing his chin as your face scorched with heat; having been caught, you couldn’t find the courage to talk, so you shook your head and kept your eyes out the window.

Thankfully, the ride home didn’t take long, and he was pulling into your drive. The Sheriff looked intently at your house and the surrounding area that didn’t have many street lights as it was a private area. The trees loomed high, causing the space to look even more intimidating with shadows and darkness.

“Thank you so much for the ride home, Sheriff and for helping me with my knee. I promise I’ll buy the station a new cup. Anyway, you get home safe”. One hand on the door handle, your other was quickly gripped by Sheriff, halting your movements to leave his car as your head snapped to look at him with a confused frown.

“I don’t like you being out here by yourself. Just for my own sanity, do you mind if I do a quick check of the property? I don’t think I’d be able to sleep once I’m home to know I’ve not properly checked that you were safe”.

A gentle smile replaced your confusion as you nodded your head for him to do so, appreciating the help to make you feel safe. The two of you approached the front door, with the Sheriff helping to illuminate the way with his flashlight.

Once inside, you were quick to turn on the lights, thanking your past self for having decided to clean yesterday so it wasn’t in an embarrassing state for when your boss entered and searched the property. You waited patiently in the living area, listening to him walk throughout the house and checking behind doors that the windows and locks were secure.

“Sheriff, would you like a drink?” you shouted up the stairs.

“A coffee if you’d be so kind”, he responded quickly, and you were quick to move into the kitchen and place the pot on the stove, heating the water to a boil. You were still fresh to moving in and had already forgotten where you’d left the cups, and to your dismay, for some ungodly reason, you’d placed the nicer ones at the very top of the cupboard.

Straining onto your tip toes, you cursed yourself to hell for leaving the fancy cups so far away and the stepping stool in the other room as you tried your best to try and reach them. Just as they were a fingertip away, a solid, warm body entirely pressed against your back, and a giant hand collected the two cups and placed them on the counter in front of you.

“Than-Thank you, Sheriff”. You couldn’t help the stammer with having him practically on top of you, pushing firmly against your back so that your stomach ached from being forced into the kitchen side.

“It’s my pleasure, Sweet”, he replied with a tone you’d never heard before, low but authoritative. Before you could contemplate it any further, he shifted, and the bulge that you had once been against your thigh was now pressing against your lower back. You weren’t even breathing with the thoughts spiralling through your mind, anticipation and arousal returning with such a blow that you visibly shivered. The warm breath of the Sheriff then caressed the skin of your neck as he lowered his face. “I saw you staring at me in the car, those pretty doe eyes looking at their Sheriff in such a naughty way”.

Your mouth opened, prepared to try and defend yourself in a way you weren’t actually sure how, but his arms resting on either side of you, further trapping you in place, had any words dying on the tip of your tongue. “It’s fine, Darlin’. I was looking too. You’re just so damn breathtaking; all I’ve wanted to do this week is eat you right up”.

A mewl slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered close and his nose brushed against your jaw. Lee smiled, hearing the pathetic noise, his body rutting against yours in response, “I know you want it too. I could feel how warm your arousal was as I was cleaning your knee, all flushed between those legs of yours. You just need someone to look after you, don’t you, Sweetheart?”

You were losing your mind, more whimpers bubbling from your chest as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, head tilting away to expose more of your neck for him. The Sheriff chuckled darkly, his lips skimming over your cheek as the two of you slowly rocked into one another, swaying on the spot.

You knew you should stop this before it escalated any further. He was your boss. Your Sheriff and you were sure it was somewhere in your contract that this sort of relationship shouldn’t form, but he was just so breathtaking, and you felt needy and lonely.

“Tell me you want this. I want to hear you say it”, he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips into your body still.

You spoke with the most confidence you could muster at that moment, “I want you, Sheriff Bodecker, I want this - please give it to me!”

He didn’t respond verbally at first. The Sheriff simply removed the water from the stove, turning off the heat. The chest against your back vibrated as he hummed his approval, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw. “Good girl. Now open those legs for me. Is this your first time?”

You swallowed audibly, widening your stance and spreading your legs, still using Lee as a support to keep you upright as you shook your head. “No, me and my ex-boyfriend, we…” your words trailed off, not finding the courage to say what you were both referring to.

Lee laughed against your cheek as he began to fumble with the skirt of your dress, lifting it at the back and gathering it around your waist. “Fucked? That’s what you wanted to say, isn’t it? My sweet girl isn’t as innocent as she looks”, he taunts whilst pulling your panties down your legs until you’re stepping out of them.

A faint buzz began to pound in your ears as he continued to hold your jaw so that you couldn't look over your shoulder at what he was doing with his other hand. However, the zipper noise that creaked through the thick atmosphere informed you of his actions. You were breathing heavily through your gaped-open mouth, knuckles aching with how badly you were clutching onto the countertop.

This was really happening. Your boss was going to fuck you against the kitchen cupboards after only knowing you for a week. How did it even go from finishing paperwork to this? You weren’t able to contemplate anymore as Lee lewdly spat into his hand and moved in between your bodies, smothering the tip of his cock with his spit, and then he was pushing up against you once more.

You jolted at the presence of his cock between your legs, fumbling to find its home, pressing between your soaked folds as Lee sucked in a quick breath. “So wet for me already. Do you really like you Sheriff that much?”

“Yes, sir”, you answered, sounding downright pathetic and needy as you tried to move your hips to help him find where you wanted him most, but his hard body kept you firmly in place.

Finally, he nudged at your entrance and wasted no time pushing within. You cried out as his thickness began to stretch you open thoroughly and deeply. Inch and inch delved between your folds as you savoured the delectable burn that came with his cock. You should have anticipated his size, considering the bulge that you’d been feeling and staring at it, but you couldn’t help but rise onto the tips of your toes as he pushed in further until both of your hips slotted together.

“Lord, you’re tight”, he praised gruffly, holding you tight enough that it was sure to cause bruises, but you didn’t care as you were completely under his control. “Bet you taste good too”. Without any warning, he eased the pressure of his body back for a moment to allow space for his hand that wasn’t gripping your face to delve down the front of your body and press against your throbbing clit, gathering the slickness onto his fingers. You gasped frantically at the stimulation and then groaned at the loss as his hand moved to his mouth, and you were praised with the beautiful noise of him moaning as he licked your juices from his fingers. “Fuck, I was right, you taste so damn good I just know I’m going to be addicted to you. Why don’t you have a taste, Darlin’”.

Your clit was being pressed on by his wet fingers once more, and then he was shoving them into your already open more which he kept open with the hand around your jaw. With your need to please him, you sucked hungrily at the three fingers wedged between your teeth, tasting the saltness of your slick and the uniqueness of his saliva.

Both of his hands remained there as he finally began to pull out and then slammed back in, causing burning pleasure to burst between your legs. Lee rested his forehead against the side of your face as he began to roughly fuck into you, keeping you entirely still with the way he had you pinned to the cupboards.

You’d never felt pleasure like this before; each thrust of his cock was never-ending euphoria, tightening and wetting your cunt. You continued to suck his fingers, using them as some kind of crutch so that you didn’t lose control completely, even though you were moaning incessantly.

Your hands moved to grip his wrists, your nails now embedded into his skin and causing crescent-shaped marks. Lee growled at the spark of pain, using this to motivate his harsher fucking movements until his hips were a blur of in and out.

The moans you were producing increased in pitch and desperation as you could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening at an alarming pace. The Sheriff could feel you becoming tighter around him as he groaned, biting the lobe of your ear that sent hot pain down your throat.

“You gonna cum for me, Sweet? Why don’t you cum on my cock, and I’ll give you what you really want” his words were promising, and you were too far gone to understand the implications behind his words.

Somehow, Lee fucked you even harder until there was no holding back anymore, and you came with a gush of fluid seeping down your thighs and screams that were muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“That’s a good girl, feel so good trying to milk my cock. Let’s give you what you want, gonna fill you up so damn good”. As your eyes rolled back, the fingers disappeared from your mouth, causing a string of spit to drip onto your chin as Lee pressed his wet hand against the cupboard above your head, using it to hold onto so he could fuck you at a brutal pace until he was cursing, baritone grunts echoing around the kitchen as he came.

The extra fluid flooded out of your hole, joining the mess that already coated your thighs as Lee’s softening cock slipped out. Neither of you moved, though, taking these precious moments to try and catch your breath and come down from the incredible high.

Apprehension started to fill your consciousness as you feared what was to come after this, so tentatively, you asked gently, “Please don’t leave me tonight”.

You wanted him to stay; you needed to feel his warmth and know that you hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of your life. Lee kissed the underside of your jaw, “Don’t worry, Darlin’, I’m not going anywhere”.

[itiswormtimebaby]

Born

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader  CW: Dark Lee, dark themes, gaslighting, dub!con, cum eating, parental abuse, parental death, implied age gap, daddy kink, manipulation, references to Lee hitting reader, religious themes, sex, breeding, non-graphic murder, Reader doesn’t see it this way but UNHEALTHY RELATONSHIPS. A lot is left vague but still, please take warnings into consideration. 

“Y’know, Honey, some people were born just so they could be buried, but not you, you were born just to be mine.” 

He’d said it the first time with his pants undone, limp cock still sticky with cum hanging lewdly from the open fly of his uniform pants. He’d said it as he forcefully guided your head down, insistent upon you cleaning up your mess, because it was your mess, you’re the one who didn’t place the pepsi cup right. Even though the cold congealed globs of semen made you gag, settling heavily in your stomach like paste, you knew it was something you had to do. Taking responsibility was a lesson you’d learned early in life at the end of your Daddy’s belt. Ever since he’d died, shortly before Mrs. Bodecker, Lee took over for him, reinforcing it at every opportunity,  he was just looking out for your best interest. 

Besides, and you shuddered to say it, afraid it teetered too close to speaking ill of the dead,  Lee was a much better Daddy. He only slapped you in the wake of truly serious offenses, like shirking a wifely duty or meeting up with friends without permission, and most of his spankings were intended to instill pleasure, not pain. Most special of all he gave you a purpose, you didn’t think you had one of those, but he made it clear you did, you were born just to be his. It was a tragedy about his wife, a freak accident, but you liked to think it was all part of the Good Lord’s plan, how could it not be when her and your father’s deaths served to bring you and Lee together. As awful as it was, as much as you worried over damnation for even thinking it, it was the truth. Through their deaths you had been reborn, given a purpose, or rather shown your purpose as it was always meant to be- you were his. 

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“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was a growl as he fucked you from behind, fingers locked around the back of your neck, pressing you face first in the mattress as he took what he wanted. 

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was a sweet whisper as he kissed and licked his way up your neck, sucking reminders into your skin, sweet bruises to mark his claim and his desire. 

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was almost desperate, pleading, like when he fucked his cum back into you and spoke about how you’d make him a Daddy for real. 

“You were born just to be mine.” No matter how he said it you knew it was true. 

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“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks as he pulls the trigger on your Daddy. 

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks as he cuts the break-line of his wife’s car. 

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks, often, all the time, about damn near everyone, but not about you, never you. No, you were born just to be his. 

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 13

Kink: Handcuffs

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

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

Not beta read

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

Word count: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sebastiansluts]

Once a Year

Lee Bodecker x Reader; semi-public sex, handjob, cum kink, piss kink, alcohol use, D/s tones, spit kink,

Remember:

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Lee had taken you out to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, let you get all dolled up, and he wore his best sheriff's uniform with a leather jacket. You took a stroll through town afterwards, night just beginning to fall, stars peeking through the lights on the streets. As you walked down the sidewalk, arms looped through one of his, your body pressed up tight against him, you couldn't help the need flowing through you and you hid your face as a couple walked past, Lee nodding cordially at them.

"Sheriff, I think I saw something, just down there," you said innocently a few moments later, the smallest hint of a smile playing at your lips. "Should really go check it out, right?" The show was for him, it was always for him, but especially as no one else was out on the road at the moment. The shops were quiet, the streets empty and you knew now was the time.

"C'mon, Lee, live a little," you goaded quietly, and he sighed, bending his head and nudging you towards the alleyway you had started walking towards. You grinned brightly and pulled him along with you, stumbling a little in your haste. Lee kept you upright, his hands on your ass, pushing you deeper into the space between the walls, a wooden staircase on your right, leading up to an apartment above whatever store you were next to.

You spun around, pushing away from Lee, your hands trailing on the zipper of his jacket, brushing over his stout little stomach. You bit your lip, meeting his gaze as you gracefully sank to your knees, your short little skirt loose and flowy around your upper thighs.

Lee stared down at you, eyes blown black, but he reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a bottle. He opened it, taking a long deep swig, liquor sloshing up the sides of the bottle, not much left in it. "That oughta be enough."

"For?" You couldn't help but ask as you unzipped Lee's pants, belt already on the ground beside you. You pulled out his heavy cock, thick and already leaking into your hand.

"Here," Lee said brusquely, shoving the bottle into your free hand, and, shrugging, you tilted the bottle towards your lips. "Hey! I didn't say to drink it yet, did I, sugar?"

"Sorry Sheriff," you muttered, lowering the bottle to rest on your thigh. You started absently jacking his dick, spreading around the precum that gathered at the tip, easing the glide of your palm.

"Better, sugar, better," Lee groaned, putting a hand on the brick wall beside him for balance. His pants were falling loose around his hips, stuck tight on his thick thighs, tense with strain as you jerked him off. You pressed your lips together tight, feeling your lipstick smear between them, and you leaned forwards, opening your mouth. "Ah, ah-" Lee's hand was in your perfectly curled hair, gripping a fistful of it tight, holding you back.

"But I was gonna-"

"I know exactly what you were 'gonna'. But that's not what I'm doin'. I'm not riskin' gettin' that bold color on my clean, white shirt. Now, when I say, give me the bottle. A'right?" Lee's eyes were dark, something depraved inside them, matching the feeling deep inside you. You shivered and nodded, resuming your steady pace jerking him. You paused once, to spit into your hand, spreading your saliva around his cock, pressing on the thick vein at the base. Lee's hips tripped forwards, and your mouth automatically dropped open, but he pulled back, reprimanding you with a single, stern glance.

When his hips began to tremble slightly, you tightened your grip and twisted your wrist under the top of his dick, fingertips stroking the underside of the head. Lee let out a choked, "Now, sugar."

You lifted your hand that held the bottle, but Lee didn't take it from you, he just grabbed your wrist, directing you to hold the opening to the fat head of his dick. You couldn't help the gasp that left you as cum shot from his tip into the neck of the bottle. You kept stroking his dick, Lee cursing above you, his hand still tight on your other wrist.

When he got too sensitive, Lee pushed your hand away from his dick, but kept making you hold the bottle where it was. He took his slowly softening dick in his hand, and let out a deep breath, shoulders dropping as his head fell forwards onto his chest.

Lee started pissing into the bottle and you bit your bottom lip hard, holding back a loud moan as your hand beginning to shake slightly. He just tightened his grip on your wrist, inhaling and exhaling steadily as he pissed. When he was done, the bottle was half full, bourbon, cum, and piss mixing into a filthy concoction.

"Now, you can drink, sugar," Lee said, grinning crookedly, eyes warm and playful, despite a hard edge that lingered at the corners. His hand was as tight as ever on your wrist as you glanced down at the bottle. You took a deep breath in through your nose, feeling a sense of ease wash over you, as you smelled the sharp scents. You tipped the bottle back, letting the rim meet your parted lips. Liquid trickled over your tongue, and immediately you were coughing, the bite of the bourbon strong even through the tang of piss. Lee's hand turned controlling on your wrist, keeping the bottle tilted back, forcing you to swallow again and again, or risk the liquid spilling onto your beautiful clothes. The cum threatened to stick in your throat and you coughed again, spluttering a little as the light golden liquid did drip down your chin onto your chest.

That set Lee off and he forced your head back further, tipping the bottle completely over your mouth, letting it chug out and spill over your neck and cleavage, down your silk wrapped arms. Your mouth overfilled and you tried not to choke as you swallowed harshly.

"Jesus H. Christ if I could get hard again that fast sugar..." Lee threatened, and you smiled dazedly, blinking up at him as you smacked your lips together, lipstick wet and smeary across your lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, then huffed, gripping your wet jaw and holding your mouth open, he spit into it. You didn't hesitate, swallowing as your eyes rolled back and a high moan escaped you.

"You're such a nasty little thing, how'd I end up with the biggest slut in town for a wife?" Lee hissed at you and you tried to protest, but his hand was still gripping your jaw and he slid it around, smearing your liptick across your chin and cheek as he moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, joining his other hand still fisted tight in your hair. "Clean up the tip, don't get anything on this shirt or you'll be sorry."

You shivered, nodding as you tried to move, but Lee gripped your head. "Did I say move? Open your mouth sugar, there," he said, placing his dick on your tongue, and continuing, "Now suck it clean like a good little wife." You closed your eyes, suckling at the head of his cock, warming him and floating inside your head.

Before you were ready, Lee was stroking through your hair, fingers combing out the knots and snarls that had formed. "Sugar we gotta go, boys only had the area shut down for twenty and we've been nearly thirty so far..."

You opened your eyes slowly, meeting Lee's clear gaze, and you let his dick fall from your mouth gently. He helped you to your feet, your flouncy skirt blowing in the gentle wind, Lee's fingers trailing despite the apparent rush.

"Ah hell, I really covered ya," Lee groaned, complaining when he saw your dress stained with his earlier mixture. He shrugged off his leather jacket, slipping it up your arms and zipping it up to your chin. You stretched up on your toes and kissed him, Lee softening as he returned it.

"Happy anniversary, sugar."

[lanabuckybarnes]

I have not disappeared again!! I have a Lee Bodecker thing in the works since I was very surprised about the amount of attention he got but I gotta get around to editing and 😫 I hate editing my own work

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

「 sugar & spice au 」

warnings: various x camgirl!reader, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, pornstar!ari levinson, pornstar!lloyd hansen, pornstar!nick fowler, pornstar!lee bodecker, dilf neighbour!andy barber, friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes

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[navybrat817]

Lee Bodecker having you wear just an apron while you cook for him. Easy access to that sweetness he loves to feast on before he eats an actual meal.

[thornsnvultures]

pride

lee bodecker x wife!reader

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, p in v sex, creampie, lee being a neglectful husband at first, 640 w

a/n: something short and sweet for @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event. I missed writing for Lee and wanted to write a smutty little fluff piece for him 🖤

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"I'm the luckiest man on earth."

At first you weren't sure that you heard him right. Lee didn't talk much when he was fucking you, at least not lately. For a while he would just get his rocks off and roll off you, immediately falling asleep while you laid there and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

God only knows how long it's been since Lee talked to you sweet at all. But it happened in every marriage, the eventual slough off into the mundane, right? No more flowers or date nights. No more Lee taking his sweet time with your body like he used to. You almost didn't want to jinx it by asking him to repeat himself, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast that brought the old Lee back to you.

But he broke it for you.

"You know why I'm lucky, sweetheart?" His big hand brushes your cheek, turning your head on your pillow so he could see your face. His hips had stilled as he looked at you, those bright blue eyes roaming your face. He was waiting for you to answer.

"W-why?"

Lee leans over you, draping his big body across your back, his belly pushing into the dip of your arched spine, and kisses your cheek. The angle pushes his cock into your inner walls and you gasp, squeezing a groan out of your man.

"Cause I got a pretty little thing like you in my bed, that's why."

"Oh, Lee."

Your husband presses more kisses along your jaw as he grinds his cock into that same spot. You're on fire, your insides lighting up like a fire doused in gasoline.

"M'sorry I haven't been takin' care of you like I should, darlin'. Not when you take such good care of me." Lee's words whispered in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

"It's alright-"

"It's not-," Lee growls, shooting up straight and drawing his cock out almost all the way only to slam it back in with a harsh slap that makes your teeth rattle in your head. "It's not alright."

Lee grabs your hips, gripping your soft flesh as he pounds into you.

"You're my wife," he growls again as his hips set a punishing pace. You can barely breathe, gasping and whining as you scramble for purchase on soft sheets so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. "My perfect, sweet little wife. With the sweetest little pussy I've ever known." He punctuates nearly every word with a thrust of his hips, his cock bullying your tight walls in the most delicious way.

"I couldn't be any more proud of you, darlin'," he says as he drops to a hand by your head so he can reach under you, reach that aching bud that'll push you over the edge, the one he's ignored for way too long. "Couldn't be any more proud to call you my wife."

Lee's thick fingers circle your clit and within seconds you're crumbling, crying out and shaking to pieces as you come around his cock. Moments later Lee's right there with you, shouting into the nape of your neck as his balls empty, filling you near to burst with his sticky cum.

"I'm sorry I haven't been treatin' you right, darlin'," Lee tells you again when he comes back to bed later with a warm, wet washcloth. "Been so busy at the station and I got the election coming up," Lee sighs and shakes his head. "But I won't let it happen any more."

"You mean it, Lee?"

Once you're clean he wraps you up in his arms, his big hands rubbing your back as you settle into his chest.

"I said it once and I'll say it again," Lee smiles, "I do. Cause you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."

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[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!!