#lee bodecker drabble

[nickfowlerrr]

You’re Sheriff Bodecker’s sweet housewife and when he gets home he makes you sit in his lap and warm his cock while he feeds you the dinner you cooked him and then fucks you on the table for dessert 🥰

dinner and a treat.. 🥧

notes: for the five sentence ficlet game. punctuation is atrocious and i still cheated lmao. but thanks so much for sending this in! ❤️‍🔥 18+ only. this drabble contains smut.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you as you gasp when he shifts a bit in his seat, leaning forward to fork the last piece of the steak you’d made for dinner; one arm across you to keep your back against his broad chest while he keeps you seated pretty in his lap, his cock buried deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.

Lee chuckles at your sensitivity as he brings the fork to your lips, watching, enamored as your lips part for him and you take the last bite; you aren’t sure if the sigh that leaves you is from the taste or the fact that the plate is finally cleared and your suffering is about to end. You attempt to get up, but are easily pulled back down by Lee’s broad hands on your hips - the pull somehow has his thick cock hitting even deeper inside of you as you moan at the unexpected moment and delightful stimulation it brings with it… you almost want to try getting up again as it’s been your only successful attempt at finally getting Lee to let you move.

You don’t have to, though, as he seems to change his mind about keeping you seated and pushes you back up, then over the table in the same second, “All done with dinner, darlin’. I’m thinkin’ it’s time for dessert,” he purrs against your ear as he leans over you, swiftly lining himself up to your slick entrance and sinking into you with little resistance as your walls readily welcome the stretch of him and he groans, setting a fast and hard pace, “Don’tcha think?”

Your moans and mewls are his only response as you touch one of his hands holding your hips and keeping the skirt of your dress up as he slams into you over and over, the table thrumming beneath you, his name like a prayer falling off your tongue as he fucks you through your long awaited orgasm - the first of the night, and if Lee has it his way, it’ll be far from the last.

He knows you’ll complain later about the pie you’d made going cold, but right now all he wants is to fuck you silly on every surface of the kitchen he can; he’s been waiting for his dessert all damn day.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Lee finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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

You two would find out a couple weeks after a “fun” night in his car. You took the pregnancy test, but haven’t told him yet. You’ve been meaning to tell him, but you wanted to do it in a special and cute way. Lee actually found the pregnancy test on the bathroom sink counter one morning when he was getting ready for work. He woke you up with the pregnancy test in his hand and asked you if it’s true. Once you confirmed it, he gave you the biggest hug in the world.

Lee went to work with a huge smile on his face that day.

Everyone at the police station congratulated the two of you.

Knockemstiff is a small town so it didn’t take long for everyone in town to find out. Anyone who knows you and Lee congratulated you guys.

Lee has always wanted a family. The second he laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children.

He devotes all of his time to you during your pregnancy.

He always knows when you’re hungry. One day, he came home to see you eating his chocolate and you said “It was the baby’s idea. Not mine.” If you get hungry late at night, Lee would go and get whatever you want from a store that’s open late at night.

During his late night talking sessions with the baby, he’ll tell the baby that he’s a Sheriff and he will do everything he can to protect him or her and you.

Lee is the Sheriff in town, but he’s the king of massages. He makes you feel like you’re in a whole different world when he’s giving you massages.

Lee would most definitely be obsessed with the way your belly looks in dresses when your baby bump starts showing.

When you and Lee are out in public and someone so as much as stare at you, he’ll scare them away by threatening to arrest them.

When you two are shopping for baby clothes, you would start crying cause of how small and cute the baby clothes are.

Lee wants a boy and you want a girl. Just as long as the baby is healthy, you two don’t mind what the gender is.

Before Lee leaves for work every morning, he says to the baby “I have to go to work. Be good for mommy.” and gives your baby bump a soft kiss.

Once you and Lee were cuddling and the baby kicked and your baby bump was against his stomach so he definitely felt it. It actually made the two of you laugh.

You made the baby a cute onesie that says “Daddy’s Little Sheriff”.

You made Lee a t-shirt that says “Sheriff Daddy”.

Lee always comes home with your favorite snacks.

When you visit Lee at the station, everyone knows you belong to the Sheriff cause you’re pregnant with his child.

He would take some time off of work towards the end of your pregnancy and after the baby is born.

Over all, Lee is the happiest man in the world and he’s even more happier that you’re having his baby.

[sgt-seabass]

𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[shadeysprings]

No Way Out

—Serial Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary — With the serial killer targeting boys, you thought you were safe. Until you weren’t.

Warnings — entrapment, use of hunting equipment, serial killer vibes, and just overall hopelessness.

A/N — Written for The Basement Spouses 100-word writing challenge with the prompt “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

This may simply be a drabble but your feedback and reblogs will be highly appreciated ❤️ love love love

Chest heaving, you cry as your foot burns from the pain of the bear trap that has caught you.

You thought you were going to make it. But you were wrong, and stupid to believe that help will ever come your way.

Heavy footsteps echo throughout the cabin, and your eyes grow wide in fear, heart pounding against your chest when you see Lee enter with blood stains on his hands and darkness swirling in his blue eyes.

Crouching down, he wipes away your tears and says, “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

[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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[sweetiebarnes]

Lights Out

Pairing: Demon!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: Your innocence is exactly what he craves.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Implied future noncon/dubcon, soul claiming, Demon!Lee (he's a warning)

This is my entry for The Basement Spouses writing challenge. The challenge this week was to write a piece in 100 words or less about Lee Bodecker using the prompt “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

You were a good girl, which was exactly why you believed something like this wouldn’t happen. Your priest taught you to pray and fear not. But it seemed that your prayers were no match against him.

God loved pure girls, but the devil did too. Your innocence was what he craved most, and he was finally here to claim you.

By morning, you would belong to him.

His black orbs gaze upon your delicate skin as his wings pierce into your mattress – trapping you beneath his weight. 

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

[sweeterthanthis]

My brain is currently stuck on the idea of Lee telling me to do something. Me mouthing off not listening and him overstimulating me until I cry. 😏🤤

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, brat taming, panties as a gag, daddy kink, spanking, pet names (pumpkin, babylove), name calling, teasing, fingering, mild misogyny, 18+

Word Count: 400ish.

A/N: Dividers made by the talented @sgt-seabass.

"Where’s that attitude gone?" He taunts, your tongue dry against the ruined lace that's balled up and stuffed in your mouth. You should know better than to piss him off, but you can’t help yourself. Your panties gritted between your teeth, you brace yourself for the next blow. "What did I tell ya 'bout behavin' like a goddamn brat when I've had a shitty day, pumpkin?"

He knows you can't answer. Knows that you wouldn't dream of spitting out your ruined underwear and defying him like that when you're open and vulnerable to him - his to do whatever he pleases with. 

You hadn’t intended to piss him off, and to be honest, when he’s in a mood like this one, it’s not that hard to achieve. All you have to do is breathe in the wrong tone and he’s got you over his knee, your ass hot and stinging. 

“Mmph.” You wriggle, your stomach pressed against the thickness of his thighs. Your cunt clenches at the feel of his fingertips tracing the sore skin of your rear, hips winding as you try to work his touch lower. 

“What’s a’matter? S’that pussy achin’ for me?” Lee taunts, leaning down over you and letting his lips brush behind your ear. Your eyes fixate on the damp material of his uniform pants, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. “Use your words, babylove.” 

Your eyes are thick with frustrated tears, another spank to your sore flesh making you jerk and cry out, teeth biting down against the panties crammed between them before they’re ripped from your mouth and tossed aside. 

“Come on, use your words. Tell daddy what you want, huh?” 

“I-ah!” Your body is practically thrumming from the pain rippling through your skin, but fuck, it’s so good. He knows exactly what you can take - exactly where your limit lies. “Please. Please, touch me.” 

“Apologise, pumpkin. Tell daddy you’re sorry for being a bratty little cunt.” 

“But I didn’t do-ah! Fuck!” You whimper, another blow, this time to back of your thigh. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, daddy!”

“Good girl.” Two fingers thrust into your sopping wet cunt without warning, the stretch causing your eyes to clench shut and your toes to curl inside your socks. “Now, m’gonna make this ‘lil pussy happy an' then you’re gonna get to makin’ that pie I love so much, ain’tcha babylove?” 

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche)

valentine's day masterlist - gingerbread house

summary - you and lee do some baking... well you bake, and he eats...

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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

Lee grumbles, making his way into the kitchen and up the small ladder leading to the counter’s top. Huffing as he finally reaches the top, rolling onto his back as his chubby little tummy moves up and down. “Why da hell haven’t we got an elevator yet.” He grunts, rolling to his front and getting onto his knees. “Stupid fucking ladder, always wanting me to do some sort of fucking exercise.” As Lee stands, he looks down at his little tummy and rubs it, pouting.

“Are you done, little baby?” He whips around, staring wide-eyed before scowling. He huffs, sauntering over with his hands on his hips. 

“How long ya been standing there?” Lee glares, trying to hold back the blush threatening to show on his cheeks. 

You raise a brow, “Long enough, now. Are you ready to bake the gingerbread men? That is what you wanted to do, right?” He nods, coming closer to where you and the ingredients are, licking his lips at the sight of the yummy stuff. “Okay, so we’ll start with the gingerbread men, and while they are baking, we’ll build the gingerbread house?” 

Lee’s stomach grumbles at the thought of all the delicious food. “Uh, huh.” He settles close to everything, beginning to help pour and stir the ingredients. Soft giggles escape him before he covers them with coughs as you tickle his chubby tummy. Once you and Lee have finished making the biscuits and placed them in the oven, you grab his tiny form and carry him over to the table where everything for the gingerbread house is set up. Lee’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops open at the sight of more yummy things. 

You place him gently onto the table before taking your seat. The kitchen is filled with laughter, concentrated faces and a giant mess on Lee’s face as he continues to eat his way through the decorating. “Lee, baby. Nothing will be left for the house if you keep eating it all.”

He looks at you and pouts, his whole body covered in white frosting as he continues to chew what’s left in his mouth. “But… It’s so good….” He rubs his tummy again, staring at you with sad eyes as you gently smile at him. A giant grin appears on his face as you slide a bowl of m&m’s over to him, his tiny self practically diving toward it as he grabs a handful, eating one while placing another on the house. 

You smile before continuing to decorate until the timer goes off. You stand and head over, opening the oven door and placing oven mitts on before carefully removing the tray. You smile at how well they’ve turned out and turn your head as you hear a little huff coming from the table, giggling as you see Lee standing on his tippy toes, trying to have a look as well. His little eyes are vast, and his mouth hangs open as he struggles. You begin to walk over to the table with the tray, carefully placing them down onto the table and hearing a pleased noise escape Lee as he looks at them. 

You both continue with the gingerbread house as you wait for the gingerbread men to cool, giggling as Lee keeps looking over at them with heart eyes, mouth practically drooling. Once everything is done and the biscuits are cooled, Lee looks at you for permission to touch them, and the minute you nod. He quickly waddles over and picks one up, bringing it over and placing it down next to you before continuing to do the same with the rest of them. Your brows furrow as you notice one of the men with some of his head missing. You slowly look over to Lee, who has his hands behind his back, rocking on his feet as he looks up at you innocently. “Did you take a bite, baby?” His little head shakes, mouth slowly moving. “No? Are you sure? What’s in your mouth then?” Lee shrugs, pouting. You shake your head with a small smile, “Hmm, I guess you wouldn’t mind if you don’t get any then?” 

Lee’s mouth drops open, and his brows furrow as he stares at you. “Wha? Why? What? I may have had a tiny… Tiny bite, but I deserve to eat as much with all the hard work I did.” He notices you smile as your brow raises, and he glares, “You did that just for me to confess, didn’t you?” He huffs as you nod before nuzzling into your hand as you stroke his cheek.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[nickfowlerrr]

For the valentine's day prompts, could I request Lee + 13 from this list?

it’s you and me

pairing: lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. pet names. lee and reader are married. uhm not really much else lol.

words: 1950

notes: thank you so much for sending this in!! 🥰 it’s two months late lol but here it is! 🩷

thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. i hope you guys enjoy this little drabble. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated!

You’d waited all morning for Lee to leave for the station. As much as you loved the days he’d dilly dally to spend extra time with you before he had to head into work, today you were a ball of anxiety - though you tried your best to keep your composure in front of Lee.

He had actually woken up early to serve you breakfast in bed, much to your surprise. The twinkle of affection in his eyes as he looked at you kept you from putting up any kind of protest as he pushed you back in bed, the sloppily formed pancakes tasting better than they looked as he fed them to you, his proud smile at your compliments was a charming sight.

Though his thoughtful gesture was appreciated, it was still throwing a wrench into your plans. You had to be at the antique shop by nine to get the watch you’d had an eye on since you saw it last week. It would be the perfect gift for Lee, you just knew he’d love it.

The owner of the shop was a stingy old man named Arthur. You’d had a couple of conversations with him over the few times you’d been in the shop.

You had asked if he would keep the watch for you until today when you’d be able to buy it, but he refused. “It sells when it sells,” he had said.

But you knew you couldn’t buy it before today, Lee would see the purchase on the bank statement and ask questions. You were an awful liar and there would be no way he wouldn’t find out what the purchase was before you could surprise him with it.

You were planning on getting to the shop right when it opened to get the watch, hoping against all odds that it would still be there so you could give him something nice for Valentine’s Day.

Breakfast in bed was sweet and though you were worried both of you would be late for where you had to be later, you didn’t stop him when Lee cleared off the bed and crawled under the covers with you once again.

His soft lips trailing along your skin lovingly had you completely forgetting what you were just fretting over. You let your fingers slide through his hair as he made his way down your body, his big hands squeezing your fleshy hips after he ghosted them down your curves. He pulled your underwear off with ease and you slipped your night slip over your head in a flash, completely exposing yourself to him as you sat up on the bed. You knew his intentions were dead set on you, but you couldn’t let him get started. Once Lee’s lips were between your legs, there was no stopping him, not until he was completely satisfied. You weren’t complaining, but you didn’t have the time for it this morning.

Instead you leaned forward, hooking a finger in his boxers as you pulled him toward you.

His lips brushed against yours teasingly before he really kissed you. You let your hand slip under his shirt, running your palm along his soft stomach and up to his broad, solid chest before he got the message and took it off for you.

Your hands found his shoulders as you pulled him down on top of you, wrapping a leg around him as you kissed him hotly.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself against your bare pussy. You were already wet for him, could feel your slick growing with his every move. “Boxers off, Bodecker,” you mumbled against his lips. “Need you,” you whined when he didn’t comply right away. “Need to feel you, please, baby.”

His lips were by your ear as he rolled his hips into you tauntingly, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke, “Love it when you beg for me, sugar.�� He rolled against you again, another whine leaving your lips. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he coaxed.

“Want you. Want you to fill me up, need you inside me, Lee, please,” you begged pathetically.

Lee had one hand on your hip and the other on your breast, squeezing your tit in his hand as he growled before quickly ridding himself of his boxers. You could feel his thick cock bobbing against you when he’d freed himself and you moaned at the feeling. You spread your legs further as he lined himself up with your slick hole.

Slowly, he pushed into you. Even with just the tip, he had you clenching around him as he cursed under his breath.

“So fuckin’ tight, darlin’, fuckin’ heaven,” he praised, his words falling into a moan as he seated himself deeper inside you.

Lee let his head drop to your chest as he slid further inside of you, deep groans rumbling in his chest and falling off his lips as you took him in. He took one of your pert nipples in his mouth, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from you as he swirled his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping, loving how sensitive you always were before he took your other breast in his mouth, paying the same attention to both.

When Lee reached his limit inside of you, your knees nearly against your chest as your legs were on his shoulders, he began rocking into you languidly. The double stimulation on your clit and your sweet spot he triggered with each movement was incredible and had your toes curling as you whined and moaned beneath him.

His weight pressing into you as he fucked you was delightful, and the feeling of being stuffed full of his cock was all you could focus on as you were brought closer and closer to the edge.

Lee was panting as he thrust in and out of you, your breasts bouncing with his every move. You could tell he was close as he grabbed onto you tighter, his hips slamming against you harder as he lost his rhythm. You cried out for him when his thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves with perfect pressure until he had you coming around him. A flurry of moans and cries intermingled with his name fell from your lips as you rode out your high around his cock.

Not long after you came, Lee’s breath hitched before he let himself go with a throaty groan, thick ropes of his come filling you up as he emptied himself inside your tight walls.

His heavy breathing and praises of you filled the air as you both laid there trying to catch your breath. Lee buried his head in your chest as you played with his hair, his thick arms wrapping around you as he held you close.

“Mhm,” you hummed contentedly with your eyes closed as you relaxed further, his presence coaxing you into a peaceful respite. “That was nice,” you laughed. “Not how I was expecting to start the day, but you always are full of surprises aren’t you Mr. Bodecker.”

You could feel Lee’s smile against your skin before he lifted himself off you, kissing your cheek sweetly.

“Always, Mrs. Bodecker,” he grinned at your still relatively new title, “And that’s just the start of it, darlin’. There’s a lot more of that comin’ to you later today,”

“The sex or the surprises?” you questioned playfully. Lee leaned in for another kiss, this one softly on your lips as you kissed him back in kind.

“Both,” he smirked against your lips before he got off the bed to start getting ready for the day.

As he disappeared into the bathroom, you suddenly thought about the time. You turned to check the alarm clock, still not set to go off for another ten minutes. You took a breath, telling yourself to calm down. You’d have more than enough time, and though you’d planned on walking to the shop once Lee left, you figured you could ask him to drop you off at the grocery store on his way to work and then just walk the rest of the way to the shop - that alone would save you on time.

You wouldn’t be so worried if you hadn’t seen the way Mrs. Marshall eyed the watch as you were leaving the shop the other day..

The sound of the shower starting caught your attention before Lee poked his head out of the bathroom door.

“You joinin’ me or what?” he asked, causing you to smile as you climbed out of bed and made your way over to him.

You wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your body to his, looking up to him as he stood tall before you. “You gonna wash me off, Sheriff?” you asked headily.

You gasped as Lee smacked your ass playfully before he responded, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, darlin’.”

He effortlessly picked you up and you instinctively wrapped yourself around him as he walked you into the shower, clinging to him like your life depended on it until he finally let you down under the warm water.

Still, even with your feet safely on the ground once again, you found yourself glued to your husband, not wanting to let him go as the water beat down on the both of you. You could feel the mess between your thighs but you didn’t want this moment to end so soon. You let your hands dance up and down his back as he held you.

You stayed like that for a long while, enjoying each other’s presence until the peaceful lull was broken by your alarm going off.

“Damn,” you cursed under your breath as you pulled yourself off of him finally and turned to grab his shampoo, “you’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry,” you told him.

His hands found your arms, running up and down soothingly as he pulled you back against him, his arms wrapping around your middle as his hands fell to your plush tummy, his head dropping to your shoulders where he left soft kisses on your damp skin. “I’m in no rush, sweetpea. ‘ fact, I was thinkin’ about just calling off for the day,”

“Lee,” you said almost disbelieving.

“What? I can’t recall the last time I took a day off for myself since I became Sheriff. One day without me won’t kill ‘em. Besides,” he said, turning you around to face him, “it’s our first valentine’s bein’ married. I wanna spend it with you, Mrs. Bodecker.”

“Yeah?” you asked demurely as you stared up into his brilliant blue eyes shining down at you.

“Yeah,” he assured you with a boyish smile on his lips as his wandering hands explored your body, squeezing your ass as you pressed yourself against him once again, hiding your face against his chest as you laughed softly, smiling in contentment. “That’s really all I need,” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, “some time with just you.”

His words relaxed you as you took them in. You’d make sure to still go out later today to get him something, but if the watch was gone by then, it just wasn’t meant to be. You wouldn’t stress on time, though. Not when you were lucky enough to spend all day with Lee now, no work to call him or you away from one another like it so typically did. You’d enjoy the day with him, and worry about all the extra stuff later on. As long as you had each other, today would be perfect.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Oh Lee is so mean but I still love him 🙈

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒.𝐋.𝐁

You knew he loved to punish you – almost cruelly – and he set you up to fail with as little care as the Devil himself.

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 — Sheriff Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 — 100

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 — Light dark themes, implied punishment (spanking), slight dacryphilia (if you squint), established relationship, praise

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 — Let it be known I have never written him before, please be gentle. 😅

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 — @thebasementspouses WC1 - Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” | Masterlist

It was late – the moon high in the sky as you scrubbed at the dishes of a failed dinner. Again.

Lee’s belt slipped through the loops of his slacks, and it made you wince. Water splashed over your dress when you jumped from the feel of the leather against your bare thigh.

“Ah, ah. Bad girl,” he scolded. “Toughen up ‘n take it like a good girl.”

When the sound of your whimpers and sniffles subsided after the final hit, Lee palmed your ass through your dress. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Club AU

A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.

THE DUFF (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

NIGHTLIFE (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

WASTED (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

SNAKE EYES (Loki, MCU)

MISE EN PLACE (Thor, MCU)

BLACK LIGHT (August Walker, Mission Impossible)

CAUSE OF ACTION (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

CARPE NOCTEM (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

BAD REPUTATION (Frank Castle, The Punisher)

UP ALL NIGHT (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

IF YOU CAN’T DANCE (Jonathan Pine, The Night Manager)

HANGOVER (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)

TREAT YOU (Peter Parker, MCU)

NIGHT MOVES (Nick Fowler, The 355)

AT FIRST SIGHT (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

YOU MAKE ME WANNA (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

MEMBERS ONLY (Tommy Shelby, Peaky Blinders)

[thornsnvultures]

pressure

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader || 1.2k || cw: pure filth, smut, mutual masturbation, breathplay, daddy kink, oral (m rec) || a/n: a rewrite of one of my first fics on ao3

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You wake up in the middle of the night to Lee pressed up against your back. With every one of his inhales you feel his tummy brush against your lower back. Lee’s arm is draped over your middle, his stubble caressing the back of your neck and his soft comforting weight surrounding you.

You feel your core getting wetter by the second so you slip your hand in your panties to alleviate some pressure but your fingers running across your sensitive clit just makes your pussy slicker. Like a bloodhound he can smell it on you, can feel you squirming underneath him. Lee presses a kiss to the back of your neck and grinds into your backside real slow.

“Whatcha doin’, darlin’?

Your hand stills over your folds. Heat rises on your cheeks from being caught. Denial catches in your throat, you can't lie, not with his lips mouthing along the nape of your neck.

"Wakin’ me up when I gotta be up early in the morning," Lee tsk's, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten. His wandering hand nudges your own from between your legs and takes its place. Lee groans at the mess he finds between your thighs. "Still wet from takin’ my cock earlier, darlin’? All'a my cum leakin' outta that tight snatch." His thick fingers feel around your messy pussy, nudging your swollen, clit and gathering up your slick before pushing his two fingers inside. You could come from just that touch alone with how needy you are for him.

"Please, Lee. Daddy," you whine and grip his thick wrist in your hands like you're afraid of him pulling away and leaving you empty.

"Uh-uh. You wanna touch yourself without me," he rips his hand from between your thighs, "you gotta be a good girl for daddy and show me what you were doin’.”

Lee's fingers are shiny with your juices and he sucks them good and clean while you get situated. You turn around, half sitting up against the headboard, lifting your nightgown even higher on your hips so your cunt is exposed to the cool night air. Hunger consumes Lee's already dark blue eyes until they're nearly black.

“Tastes so good, sweetheart. Look'it you," Lee pushes his boxers down and takes himself in hand as he motions for you to get to it, put on the little show he's waiting for. "What’s got you all worked up this late at night, sweet thing? Tell me.” You can barely focus on his words as you watch him lazily tug at his fat, drooling cock. It takes a quirked eyebrow from Lee to bring you back. You lick your lips, watching the red tip of his cock peek out behind his fingers as he tugs, before going back to touching yourself how you like, how you were when you thought Lee was fast asleep.

“You, daddy," you groan, "I was thinking about you, your body, how good you make me feel. How you take care of me.”

“Is that right, darlin'? You like when Daddy makes you feel good?”

"God, yes," you cry out as your hand moves faster against your clit, strumming it hard until your legs are shaking.

"So beautiful. My perfect little girl." Lee's matching your pace with his fist when you slide two fingers from your other hand in your sloppy cunt, mimicking him fucking you.

You're a moaning, sobbing mess when you feel Lee reach over and squeeze at your breasts. One and the other, the palms the weight of your tender flesh, plucks at your sensitive nipples until you're shaking, shivering, nearly crawling out of your skin. Lee knows you're there, right there, you just need a little push. So he slides his hand up your chest to your throat, circling it but not giving you the pressure you crave until you answer him.

"Who makes you feel good? Who makes you feel like this?" Lee's right there, kneeling in front of you, one hand on your throat, the other slick and jerking his fat cock. You want him to cover you with his cum, to paint you, mark you as his. You want him to pump you full of it until you can't hold any more. A tight squeeze to your throat brings you back before you can float away.

“You, daddy, you do. You make me feel so good. So fucking good.”

Your legs are shaking and tears form at the corners of your eyes but you can’t, won’t, let go until Lee gives you the go ahead. You’d beg but you can’t speak, your vision is going spotty from the lack of circulation and a tear falls from your eye when he tightens his grip even more.

“Let go for me sweetheart, make a mess all over these sheets. Give it to me.” His whispered words send you flying off the edge and he lets go of your neck just enough for you to scream in ecstasy. You’re legs are shaking violently as you continue to slide your fingers in and out of you and strum your sensitive clit, riding out the wave. “Shhh, that's it, darlin'," his big hand cradles your jaw as your limbs go limp. "Such a messy little slut.”

You don't protest as Lee slides you down the bed until you're flat on your back. Starting up at him with a lazy smile on your face, Lee strokes your cheek as he straddles your chest and feeds you his cock from above.

Your hands run up his thick thighs before resting at his hips and you take the head of his cock between your lips, savoring the salty taste of him. He won't last long, not with you under him like this, but you don't mind. You're hungry for him, starving actually, since you woke up soaked and needy.

You bob your head as Lee fucks your pretty mouth, his balls are soaked with your spit and slapping against your chin and you think you could probably cum again from him using you like this. Hitting the back of your throat with a hand behind your head, holding you still so he can feel your throat constrict around him like a nice grip.

Praise pours from Lee's lips, "Such a good girl, taking cock like a good little slut. Fuck, take it all, that's it. So beautiful with a mouth full of cock, darlin'."

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you gag around him over and over. Between gasping breaths you suck him down until he's babbling nonsense. Lee barely gives you any warning before he's holding your head still and shoving his cock down your throat as deep as it can go. A hoarse cry spills from his lips as he shoots his load and you moan around him, swallowing him down. Lee pulls out at the last second to shoot the last few spurts across your face.

"Beautiful."

He climbs off your cheat and goes to grab a towel to clean you up. Taking gentle care, Lee wipes away both of your messes before climbing back into bed and pulling you close.

"Sorry for waking you."

Lee chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't you worry. I was only teasing. You know I'll always take care of you."

"Love you, daddy."

"Mm, love you too, darlin'.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Partners in Crime 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker

Summary: you're left reeling after your divorce but the chaos has only begun. (short!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hate the mall. Too bright. Too loud. Too fast. 

That day isn’t so bad. Tuesday, mid-morning. Most people are at work. Not you. Your part-time gig barely pays the bills, let alone keeps you busy. With that in mind, you shouldn’t be there to spend what little you have.  

It’s for a good cause. It’s your grandmother’s birthday next week and you owe her. After all she’s done, you owe much more than just a measly mall-bough gift but it’s all you can manage right now. One day it will be better. One day you will be able to pay her back. At least you keep telling yourself that. 

She paid for it all. Your way out, your lawyer, your apartment even. You can’t live in the senior’s community with her, that’s against the rules, but she parsed out some of her nest egg for the flat in the old brick building. For you. She’s the only one who ever did so much for you but what did you ever do for her? 

It’s not for lack of trying, only your own poor decisions. 

You enter the sparkling Swarovski store and keep your arms tight to your body, paranoid of breaking any of the numerous crystal pieces. You don’t know what she would like. It isn’t because you don’t know her well, you just don’t think she has much use for any of it. She’s always been painfully practical. That’s why you never wanted to ask her for help. 

An associate startles you as she appears beside you in her sleek black pantsuit. She offers help but you get the sense she’s checking in, making sure your hands aren’t sneaking into your pockets. You make sure to keep them visible and move your satchel across your back. You tell her you’re just looking and blow out between your dry lips. Maybe a hoodie wasn’t the best choice. 

It was meant to be a solution. You wanted to get out of your grandmother’s hair. How long had you been living with her? He was the answer to that. You thought so. You wanted to believe it. For ten years, you tried. He always spoiled it. 

Then she had to bail you out anyway. 

As you come to the sharp corner of a shelf, you’re startled by another customer. You hadn’t seen them when you came in or heard them. You glance at them fleetingly and turn your attention to the shelf of Mickey Mouse decorations. Definitely not those. 

“Excuse me, sweetheart,” the man frightens you again as he nears and presses his hand to your back. He sidles by, and you dodge away from him, coming dangerously close to colliding with the display of birthstone necklaces. 

You shake off the close brush and blink at the glass. You peek over at the man as he seems overly interested in a paper weight shaped like a dove. His mustache and sleek haircut make him look like he’s been plucked out of some gangster period piece.  

The associate shifts from one side of the counter to the other. She’s watching you. You sigh. She still thinks you’re a thief. You shake your head and leave. 

It’s not worth the trouble or the money. You can find something better. You know you could get your grandma a box of chocolates and a card and she’d say she’s happy. You don’t want to get her what works; you want to do something for someone. Something more than just be there. 

You go down to Hallmark. It’s a similar atmosphere with a hint of warmness and more range in price. Still too much Disney and not enough variety. Your grandmother doesn’t need a rustic crate or a door sign with some snarky saying about wine. 

You stop to look at cards. You can at least grab one of those. As you reach for one along the top row, another hand swipes it from your grasp. You back up and look at the culprit. It’s the same man as the Swarovski shop. Strange. 

You recoil and scurry down the aisle towards the door. Is he following you? It could be a coincidence. Two stores. If he’s looking for a gift too, it makes sense. 

You cross your arms and march quickly through the bright mall, the skylight glaring down at you. You walk in and out of a clothes shop. You don’t know where you’re going now. You’re frazzled. 

You find your way to the As Seen on TV shop and meander around without intent. You’re at a loss. You’ll just end up at the bookstore like always. Another book for her birthday. Wowee. 

She might like the salt rock light. You don’t know. Ugh. 

It isn’t the gift. It isn’t her. It’s you. You’re indecisive. You're lost. Even if it was misery, you miss having someone to tell you what to do. Now you have to think and you do too much of that. 

“Those are pretty cool,” a voice slices through your self-pity. 

It’s the same man. Your eyes meet as you look up to see him. You blanch and open and close your mouth. The shop is so small, how hadn’t you heard him? 

You retreat without a word. He must be following you. There’s no other explanation. What do you do? You can’t just lead him out of the mall, back to your building, but how can you divert him? 

You find a bench down the next aisle of the mall, somewhere the associates in the vitamin store can see you. You’re safe there with people around. You look up and down, searching for the man and his mustache. Just a mother with her stroller. 

You’re paranoid. Stupid, just like he said. It’s all in your head. You’re just fucked up. You don’t know how to live in this world. Not alone. 

“Excuse me, ma’am,” the timbre tickles up the back of your spine and you twist to see the figure behind you. It’s an officer in uniform. “Mind if I ask ya something?” 

You nod and blink. You don’t like the cops. You haven’t spoken to them since the night it all came crashing down. The flashing lights, the sirens, the questions. It’s all a haze yet it’s stamped into your psyche. 

“Yes, sir,” you stand. 

He’s got dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. His shoulders bear a slant of authority as he has his hands on his hips. He’s taller than you, but so is everyone. You look across the bench at him as his white shirt pokes out from under his leather jacket, his belly straining the fabric. 

“You don’t gotta trouble yerself,” he shows his palm and reaches with his other hand to his belt, “I’m lookin’ for someone and was wonderin’ if maybe ya saw him.” 

“Oh?” You crinkle your forehead. 

“Got a pic somewhere,” he frees his phone from the clip on his belt and flicks his thumb over the screen, “here we are.” 

He turns the cell toward you and you can’t help but make a face. The image is blurry but it’s definitely that same man. You look back the way you came and gulp. 

“Reckon by that, you’ve seen him,” the officer says. “Sheriff Bodecker,” he introduces as he retracts his hand, “I’m doing an investigation. Mind if I ask some more questions?" 

“Well, I... didn’t talk to him.” 

“That’s fine,” he peers down in the same direction you did. The infant in its stroller begins to yawl and his cheek ticks, “how about you come out to my cruiser and we’ll do it there? Less ruckus?” 

You purse your lips. You can’t really say no, he might think you know that guy, whoever he is, whatever he’s done. You shrug. You don’t have much to say. You’re sure it won’t be much of an interview. 

“Okay,” you agree.” 

[sweetiebarnes]

The Necklace 

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader 

Word Count: 341

Warnings: Reader being a brat, adultery/cheating, mentions of car sex

A/N: My entry for this week’s challenge for @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor sleepover! So excited to be apart of the  @the-slumberparty 

You could feel people’s eyes on you. It was risky wearing this necklace tonight. He explicitly told you that you couldn’t wear it out in public. Too many people would ask questions, and the last thing Lee Bodecker needed, was the town to learn about his secrets. No, he couldn’t risk people finding out he was having an affair. An affair with the pastor’s daughter of all people.

You were meant to be the good girl in town. The one that everyone looked up to. It was no secret the kind of reputation that followed Lee. After all, the first time you met him was when he stumbled out of the bar late at night. The smirk on his face when he saw you out so late. It was at that very moment you knew that you’d be hooked. You didn’t learn he was married until a week later.

Week after week Lee would tell you that he planned on leaving her. “Don’tcha darlin’ she’ll be gone soon ‘nough.” But you were tired of waiting around. Sure, sex with Lee was amazing. The nights when he’d split you open in the back of his cruiser. Those nights always helped you forget your worries.

And just the other night when he gave you this diamond necklace, you thought it had meant something more. Your heart raced as you looked down at it. Surely this had to mean something, right? He wouldn’t spend this much on just anyone. But then he told you to only wear it in private. That you needed to continue to be a secret. It felt like a slap in the face.

Tonight you were done being a secret. You were taking this into your own hands. You knew he’d be here at this party. He’d be here with her, and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw you wearing the necklace. So when someone asked you where you got it, you couldn’t help but confidently say. “I got it from the sheriff.”

[springdandelixn]

This gif speaks for it’s self….

Imagine dark lee with reader. And Lee being a big mean belly baddy saying “you’re amazing, really. but i love them. not you.” 🫦

No One Special

Summary: You were never special to Lee. To him, you were simply one of them.

Warnings: noncon undertones, cheating, unwanted touching, hurt, and no comfort, physical abuse, Lee is a mean bastard.

Characters: Dark!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

A/N: Thank you for this request, Bubba. My love for this belly daddy is truly through the roof and it was such a pleasure to finally explore his character. I hope you like it!

A drabble this may be, your feedback is highly appreciated. Likes are great but reblogs would be amazing! I hope you guys enjoy!💙

Your eyes begin to burn with tears as you stare from across the street. 

You were going all over town just to look for him, even putting on a brave face when you headed to the station, asking his whereabouts from the other officers and looking at them in confusion when they simply chuckled and looked at you in amusement. 

“Sheriff ain’t here, lil’ missy.” Officer Thompson said, a playful grin on his face as he looked up at you from where he sat. 

“Left about an hour ago.” Another deputy added. “Probably at Ler—” 

He stopped when Officer Thompson elbows him in the stomach, annoyance on his face as he glared at the deputy. He didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he meant. You just hoped that he was wrong, that they were simply messing with you. He wouldn’t be hanging around that place, he doesn’t even patrol that route; he told you himself. But the way they smiled at you sent a terrible feeling down your gut. 

But they were right.

You watch as his eyes close in sheer bliss, Lorianne’s hand out of view and her eyes darting down at his lap. You already know what she was doing to him for you’ve done it so many times before. It’s what he taught you when he first invited you to ride in his cruiser, how to properly aim in the Pepsi cup so as to not make a mess of the seat. 

You want to flee, to hide from the man you thought saw you as someone special since you were the only girl he rode around town with. Openly showing everyone who owns you and who owns him. But seeing him now, pleasure painting his face as his shoulders heave from the heaviness of his breath, all you can think is how much he’s been lying to your face. That you even start to wonder how many of Leroy’s girls he brings into his car at night just to do what Lorianne was doing. 

A gasp escapes your lips when you catch Lee’s eyes on you, shock radiating through his face that slowly shifts into amusement. He smirks, his arm around Lorianne tightening as he pulls her closer. You watch her try to kiss him but he only shifts his face away, her lips pressing against his cheek instead as his mouth drops open and his eyes shut tight once again. You don’t stay to see how their coupling ends and turn away to head back home.  

Along with the spring chill that howls through the night, you hear the shatter of your heart in your chest. The sheriff you knew and have come to love is not who you thought him to be. You were made a fool and you don’t doubt the other officers and girls of Leroy’s bar know what a fool he’s made of you. 

“You alright?” Your brother asks when you get home and just give him a nod. 

He doesn’t ask any more questions though you don’t doubt that he knows you’re upset. He bids you good night when you run up to your room, whispering one back that he cannot hear. The door slams and the tears fall instantly from your eyes, your body shaking as the pain runs through your veins. 

Fuck you, Lee Bodecker! Fuck you!

You wipe the tears away. You won’t cry for that asshole, even if he’s the law around these parts. You won’t let him step on you and continue making you look like an idiot for the whole town to laugh at. Yes, you’ll show him! Tomorrow, as the morning comes, you’ll march right up the station and show him that you aren’t one to play with. 

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You stir from your sleep when you feel a tingling sensation run up your thigh. You move your hand to grab your blanket, wanting to shield yourself from the chill that you think is brushing against your skin. But your eyes open wide, the sleep leaving you all at once when the blanket is tugged away, leaving you exposed in only your night dress on the bed. 

The hand returns to your thigh and you sit up, startled when you see Lee kneeling on your bed. There’s a playful smirk on his lips as he continues to push his hand underneath your nightdress. 

“What are you doing here, Lee?” You say in a rush, your throat raspy from sleep and your hand pressing down on his to stop him. “How’d you get in?”

“Aron let me in.” He says sweetly, eyes trailing down your body before meeting yours. “And seein’ as you were upset when you stormed off earlier, I thought I’d pay my girl a visit.” He grins, his hand flicking yours away before continuing his trail and stopping at the curve of your ass, squeezing. “Make ya feel good.” 

The sound of pain rings through your room as you slap your hand across his cheek. He’s shocked and so are you, his body still yet his breathing heavy. But you waste no time leaping from your bed when his nose flare and he snarls in anger. 

“Fuck you, Lee!” You spit as you stomp to the door but before you can even open it, the air is knocked out of your lungs as he pushes you against it. “Lee!” You groan, feeling his weight press against your back, his hand circling around the back of your neck, and gasping when he squeezes.

“You fucking put your hand on me, girl?” He snarls, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. “I could bring you in for assaulting an officer!”

“You hurt me!” You cry and wince when he squeezes your neck again. “You don’t love me!” You try to speak but his weight only suffocates you further, making it entirely hard to breathe. 

“Love?” It’s almost a whisper as he says the word, gasping for air when his hand leaves your neck but only moves it to press it against the door, trapping you still. “When’d I say I loved ya, girl?” He laughs darkly, moving to turn you around and having you face him. “You’re an amazing fuck, sweetie, but ya ain’t that special.” 

His words prove to be more painful than any of the physical pain he’s given you. You should have known from the start, should have seen the signs. How the officers would chuckle when you show up unannounced at the station, how they would snicker when Lee would take you to his cruiser. Even that one time you saw Natalia smiling at him while you both were at the market shopping for berries for his pie.

You only realize you’re crying when Lee reaches up to brush the tear from your face. You turn away and will yourself to stop, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he’s gotten under your skin. 

“Then go to one of your whores and leave me alone.” You cry and try to push him away but he only cages you again, pressing his stomach against you as his hand drops down on your shoulder, wincing when he gives it a hard squeeze. 

“I’m already with you, ain’t I?” He smirks and you freeze in terror when you hear the jingle of his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper ringing loudly in your ears. “Now be a good whore and make me feel good.” He hisses, a whimper leaving your lips when he pushes you down to your knees, his other hand fumbling with his pants as he pulls his cock free. “And if you do well, I might even call you my favorite.”

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[sweeterthanthis]

Have you been up to no good again? 😏

Yes. Yes, I have. I don’t know what this random nonsensical drabble is but it’s your fault, Mina. 

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x FemaleBiker!Reader

Summary: A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe

Warning: Explicit sexual content, abuse of power (but not really), oral sex, teasing, throat fucking, 18+

Word Count: 728

A/N: Dividers by the talented @sgt-seabass

The chilly, dank jail cell wasn't exactly the vibe you were going for when you arrived back in town earlier that evening. All you wanted was to spend a little time with your mother on her birthday. Frustratingly, the town Sheriff had other ideas.

You lean against the cold, iron bars that look out directly onto the open door of his office as he sits behind his desk pretending to do paperwork. You know he's more interested in you though. He always has been.

"What's it gonna take for you to let me out of here, Sheriff? Momma's not gonna be too happy when she finds out you locked me up for the night." You huff, frustrated at his stubborn ways. Lee's always been the same. Arrogant, a mile wide chip on one of those broad shoulders and, most importantly, still pissed off that you turned him down that night three years ago. "Come on, not still mad at me, are ya?"

It becomes clear fast that he has no intention of letting you go, but you're not about to back down without a win. It wasn't that you didn't find him attractive. He was definitely different from your usual taste, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't wondered what it'd be like to taste him. And if it would get you out of here, you'd do it.

"Sheriff, I need to use the bathroom. This toilet is blocked. You gonna make me piss myself or what?" You call, smirking to yourself when you see him rise from his desk chair and slowly make his way out of the office and towards your cell.

"I could make you piss in the goddamn corner and there ain't a thing you could do about it." He plucks the toothpick he's been chewing on from between those pink lips, rocking back on his heels slightly. "What happened t'you? Used to be a good girl. Used to be decent 'til you joined up with that gang a'yours."

"I've never been a good girl and you know it."

“Fuck, sugar.” If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full, you’d be grinning. Instead, you push your head down further on his cock, spittle bubbling at the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin. “Got a mouth made jus’ for screwin’.” 

You release him from your mouth with a sloppy, wet ‘pop’. thick strings of saliva still connecting him to your lips. “Not just for screwing. It’s good for sassing, too.”

“Shut up,” Lee grunts, slapping the swollen, flushed head of his length against your cheek and guiding himself back down your throat. “That’s it. Do somethin’ useful with that bratty fuckin’ mouth and get me off.” 

The sound of his intrusive thrusts bounce off the dreary walls, your eyes watering and your cheeks hot as you let him fuck your face. Your pussy clenches at the sound of his lustful grunts, your nose pressing against his soft belly each time his hips jerk forward. 

"Startin' to think you came back here to see me, way you're swallowin' my dick like that."

"You wish, Bodecker." You smirk, fist wrapped around his girth as you pump him back and forth. "Did you miss me? Been thinkin' about that night? Almost had me, didn't you? Almost. Bet that drove you crazy every day since.”

His fingernails dig into your scalp, tears prickling at your eyes from the stinging warning. “Keep runnin’ that mouth and no amount of suckin’ is gonna get you outta here tonight-ah.” 

“What was that?” You grin, squeezing the tip and dipping your head lower to suck his balls into your wet mouth, one after the other. Lee rests a hand against the wall behind you, eyes closed and cheeks red. You can feel how close he is, see it by the way his breaths come out in short, sharp pants - a cluster of inaudible curses spilling from him. “I’m sorry, Sheriff, I can’t hear you. You wanna repeat that?”  

“Fuck you, girl.” 

“Again, you wish,” you giggle, feeding his cock back into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. If there’s one thing you’d make sure of, he’d be thinking of you until the next time you decided to roll back into town on two wheels.

One month, a year, three years - time was relative. But he’d always remember the hot, velvet silk of your throat, of that you were absolutely certain.

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