#sheriff lee bodecker x innocent!reader

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

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

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

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

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

[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~

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Know What I Want » Lee Bodecker

Week of October 1st-5th

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

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

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

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

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“No I don’t.” You say.

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

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

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

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

“Yes we can.” Lee says with a smirk.

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

“N-No.” You stuttered.

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

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

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

“N-No.” You answered.

“Don’t lie to me.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want my cock, sugar?” He asks.

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

“Use your big girl words.” He says.

“I want your cock.” You blurted out.

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

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

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

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

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

“S-So big.” You stuttered.

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

“Ride me.” Lee orders again.

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

“Faster.” He demands.

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

“Don’t make me spank you.” He warns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” Is all he says.

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

“You can cum when I cum.” He says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me, sugar.” Lee says.

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

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

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

-Bucky’s Doll

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Innocence | L.B

Your dad’s boss was always interested in you, so when he gives your dad some more work he can enjoy the time where it’s just you and Lee.

//Pairing// DadsBoss!Sheriff!Lee Bodecker x Virgin!Fem!Reader

//Wordcount// 893 Words

//Warnings// Minors DNI, 18+, DARK FIC, smut, non-con, rape, mention of fingering, unprotected p in v, handcuffs, office sex, begging, praises, crying, innocence, taking virginity, but fluff

//Request// Freakytober / Dads Boss / Taking virginity, innocence, non-con, rape / “Wider! Come on, spread ‘em for me!” / anon

//Authors Note// Thank you for the request, hope you like it.

// Masterlist | Lee Bodecker Masterlist //

“Wider! Come on, spread ‘em for me!” Lee growls as his big hands wrap around your ankles and spread them further apart. You’re not sure how you could end up on your dad's boss's desk in his office, but you did.

Lee was usually nice to you, keeping you company until your dad finished his work and offering you cookies or a drink. He talked with you about work, asked you about your day, and even though he sometimes asked you more intimate questions, you never thought you would end up on his table with spread legs and him in between them.

“Lee, please. I won’t tell anyone,” you cry, tears rolling down your cheeks while you try to close your legs. His big body stops you, and his hands roam along your legs until he reaches your panties, grinning at you.

“Look at ya, all wet for me, and haven’t even touched ya yet,” he says darkly. Two of his thick fingers slide over your pussy and you flinch, trying to move away from him. “Hold still, sweetheart, otherwise, I have to be rough. Do ya want me to be rough?”

You shake your head, immediately obeying. You sob quietly, your hands are cuffed above your head to the table, and Lee has already opened his belt, he now wiggles out of his pants. His cock is pressing against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, a wet patch is forming where his tip is, and you cry even more.

“Lee, please, this isn’t- you’re the sheriff, you’re my dad's boss,” you try again, but only earn a harsh slap from him against the soft skin of your thigh. Lee chuckles, spitting down onto your covered pussy, smearing his spit all over your panties until you can feel it against your skin.

“Shut the fuck up, unless you moan my name,” he growls, removing his hands from you to push down his boxer briefs. His hard cock springs free, slapping against his belly, and your eyes widen as you see his thick length, the tip is weeping. Lee wraps one of his hands around his hard length, pumping his cock a few times in his big hand before moving close toward you and placing his cock on top of your covered puss.

“Feel that, sweetheart? Feel my cock? Gonna fuck ya and pump ya full with my cum, then ya gonna carry my baby,” he grumbles, moaning about the way you would have his kids. “Fuck, ya so sweet and innocent, what would ya daddy say? Would he know that ya drippin’ wet for me?” Lee asks with a gin on his lips. His tongue darts out, and he wets his pink, plump lips before bringing his hands back to your waist and ripping your panties into pieces. “Look at her, being all wet and ready for me, huh?”

You shake your head, wiggling to get away from him, but Lee only grasps your hips harshly, pressing you down on the surface. One of his hands moves down to your clit, his thumb rubbing small circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Le-Lee, please,” you whine, arching your back as pleasure shoots through your body. You’ve never felt anything like that before — it feels unfamiliar but still good, even though you don’t really want Lee to be your first time.

“Sweetheart, relax. I’m gonna fuck you anyway, you can either struggle and it will hurt or you will be good and I will be soft,” the sheriff says with a low chuckle. Your eyes water once again, and you shake your head, making Lee even harder. “Fuck, virgins are the best, now spread ya legs wider for me.”

Lee grasps his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your wet folds, groaning before he pushes slowly into you. Your pussy is being stretched to its limit as he presses further into you, ignoring your pained cries and begs. His cock is twitching, his fingers digging into your waist as he thrusts into you with one harsh thrust, causing you to scream.

“So tight, relax for me, sweetheart,” Lee mumbles, towering over you and kissing your lips softly. The softness, compared to the hurt he is causing between your legs, makes you whimper. “Shhh, it's oke. Take it like the good girl you are. It will feel good.”

You pull at the handcuffs, rocking your hips against him as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and waves of pleasure rush through your body. Your cunt is holding Lee's thick cock deep inside of you. He thrusts slowly, smirking as he sees your arousal covered with you on his cock.

“Good girl, doin’ so good for me. Gonna make you mine and pump you full with my kids. My sweet little girl, my sweet wife,” Lee grunts, throwing his head back as he speeds up his thrusts. You moan, nodding while he rocks into you with soft movements, stretching your tight pussy out, making you whine and moan his name just like he wants you to do. His hand slides to your lower stomach, and he presses down, groaning. 

“Feel that, sweetheart? I’m so deep into you, takin’ my cock so good, squeezing me, can’t get enough of my thick dick,” he chuckles, leaning down to press his lips softly against yours.

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Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part One

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

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

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

Story Masterlist Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Harry, of course.

You knew that. Lee knew that.

Harry.

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is my favourite song” you whispered.

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

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

But you couldn’t do it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled back at you. “It’s a date”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded silently and your bodies melted into one another.

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

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

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

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

And it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodbye, Harry”.

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s all too beautiful

It’s all too beautiful”.

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

[sebastiansluts]

hey, i’m a big fan of your blog! i was just wondering; it’s my 21st birthday on the 8th and i was wondering if you could do another 3xh!b!t!0n!$t d@ddy k!nk lee bodecker where the reader is in custody and all the officers are talking about how to r!d3 and have s3X the right way but they’re wrong and the reader goes “that’s not how you do it” and r!d3$ lee in front of everyone? i was thinking maybe the reader is dominant this time, maybe a little sadistic towards lee? thanks! love fetiță🦋 (anon)

Thank you babe!! Happy birthday!! I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy this!! ❤️

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

Lee Bodecker x Reader; dom reader, sub lee, exhibitionism, daddy kink, vaginal sex, riding, face slapping, sorta mean/degrading reader

“Nah, nah, ya gotta make ‘em do it when you’re on the couch,” Deputy Mahler was saying, a leer stretched across his large face. You rolled your eyes in disgust as he continued, “Thatta way you can watch tv ‘nd get your rocks off!” He and the other two deputies standing at the water cooler roared with laughter, and you noticed a smirk on Sheriff Bodecker’s face as he sat behind his desk, doing your paperwork. You had gotten caught speeding for the fifth time in two days, and the sheriff was finally taking you in.

You narrowed your eyes at him from across the desk where you were sitting in a chair, hands cuffed in front of you. Returning your attention to the other deputies you heard them disagree, Vicks saying he liked taking them from behind, whereas Johnson liked a good blowjob. You scoffed loudly, flipping your hair and crossing your leg at the knee, skirt riding up on your thigh. 

In your peripherals you could see Sheriff Bodecker freeze at his desk, his eyes locked on your leg, while the deputies were shuffling around awkwardly. Deputy Mahler cleared his throat and you turned your eyes on him, fixing him with a glare that made him pause before opening his mouth again. 

“Somethin’ the matter there, honey?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding. 

“Obviously. You idiots have no idea how to  have sex, yet you think you’re masters at it!” you said, laughing when the men sputtered, starting to turn red in the face. 

“Well I-” Johnson tried to say but you cut him off.

“Here you are, talking about the ‘right’ way. Please, none of you know how to have sex beyond a handful of pumps and maybe an ass slap or two. That isn’t how you do it,” you mocked, as the deputies floundered.

“You can’t talk to us like this!” Vicks said, crossing his arms and frowning. 

“Lee, do something!” Mahler exclaimed and you grinned wickedly, slowly turning your head towards the sheriff. 

“Yes Lee, why don’t you do something?” you asked innocently, standing up from your chair, skirt falling back into place as you walked around his desk to where he sat, hastily pushing himself back from it at your glance. You looked down and smirked at the bulge between his legs, looking back up to meet his gaze, eyes blown out with lust already. 

You leaned forwards, placing your cuffed hands on the armrest, your breasts pushing up and together, drawing Lee’s gaze for a moment. “Take it out, Daddy,” you whispered, and his eyes flew back to yours as you pushed yourself upright. He sat frozen then blinked and moved quickly, fumbling with his belt as he undid it and the button and zipper on his pants, desperately trying to get his cock out. You slid your panties off from underneath your skirt, stepping out of them and kicking them under the desk. Nearly panting, Lee finally sat upright, dick out, pants and underwear pushed down his thighs until they fell and pooled on the floor. 

“Sheriff, are you okay?”

“Lee, what the fuck?”

The deputies were averting their eyes but they still saw as you grabbed onto Lee’s shirt collar and straddled him, dick resting against your bare pussy.  Lee whined, hands gripping your hips loosely, just enough to steady you, rucking up your skirt so your ass was showing. You looked into Lee’s eyes but spoke to the men behind you. 

“Get ready boys, I’m gonna show y’all the real way to ride,” you said loudly as you rubbed your pussy lips against the tip of Lee’s dick. A strangled noise escaped him and you grinned, continuing on as you glanced over your shoulder. “It isn’t about how fast your girl gets on your dick, you want her to take her time, get nice and wet before slowly, slowly, fuckin’ down.” 

You looked away from the blushing deputies and did as you said, inching your way down Lee’s dick, impaling yourself, breaths coming a little faster. “If you’re lucky, you’ve got a cock like my Daddy here, fuckin’ thick as a soda pop, and it’ll take her a bit to get all the way down.” You worked yourself on Lee’s dick as you spoke, easing up and down until you were finally flush with his thighs. 

You panted and pressed your lips against Lee’s, forcing his open with your own and plunging  your tongue inside his mouth. He whimpered as you sucked on his tongue, clenching on his dick at the same time. Lee wrapped his arms around your waist, belly pressing into your abdomen, and you grabbed his chin, forcing his head back.

“Lee likes to make sure I’m stuffed full, don’t you Daddy?” you asked condescendingly, releasing Lee’s cheek and patting it before slapping it lightly a few times. A moan fell from his lips as he moved his hands back to your waist. 

“Fuck darlin’, you’re ready ain’t ya?” he pleaded, and you pretended to think, looking back at the deputies, laughing when you saw the bulges in their pants. 

“Men. You’re all the same,” you shook your head in exasperation, climbing off of Lee’s lap, giggling at the desperate cries of all the men. 

“Darlin’!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“Wait!”

“Don’t get hysterical boys, I told you I’d show you the right way to ride, and that’s what I’m doing. That was step one, to get your girl ready and used to you. Step two?” You turned to face the deputies, straddling Lee again but in reverse, placing your cuffed hands on the edge of his desk. His hands went your ass, spreading your cheeks and guiding his dick back to your cunt, sliding in a couple inches at a time. When you were sitting on his lap again, you leaned back against him, lifting your hands up and over your heads, grabbing the back of Lee’s neck, nails digging in slightly and making him hiss. 

“Once your girl is situated, she gets to do whatever she wants. And I do mean, whatever. Isn’t that right, Daddy?” you asked Lee, hands sliding up and gripping the short hair at the top of his head, yanking his head back and extending his neck. His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, legs shaking beneath yours. 

“Anything, darlin’,” he whispered, voice strained. You let go, dropping your hands back to the desk, beginning to clench rhythmically on his dick. Lee squeezed your ass, your back arching, pressing you down further onto his cock and he choked. “Honey, shit- can I come?” 

Looks of disbelief were on the deputies faces but you just smirked. “No. I want you to make me come first,” you said and Lee was moving his hands before you finished speaking. One hand spread your legs further apart, the other dove between them, rubbing your clit in quick circles. 

You kept working yourself on Lee’s cock as he played with your clit, fingers slipping in your wetness, sometimes grazing his own dick and making his breath hitch. The deputies were in a stupor, caught in a haze watching you fuck yourself on Lee. 

“Darlin’, please, need you t’come,” he begged, and you could tell he was on the edge from how his hips kept twitching up, trying to fuck you and stay still at the same time. You moaned, throwing your head back, riding him faster, a breathless grin on your face at the high groan behind you, Lee’s head pressing just below yours, into your back. 

“You gonna come Daddy? S’it cause this is the best, right way to have sex? S’it cause it’s so good you just can’t last any longer? Or s’it cause my pussy’s too good?” you asked tauntingly, looking at each deputy with each question, feeling Lee shudder behind and under you, a long moan vibrating against your back. 

“S’all of it darlin’, s’all of it,” Lee practically sobbed into your back, arms wrapping around your middle tightly as he broke, thrusting up into you, burying himself in your cunt as he came. You grinned at the shocked and embarrassed looks on the deputies faces as they watched Lee. You didn’t stop bouncing on him, despite his hold on you, and you worked faster, your own orgasm creeping along the edges. 

“D-Darlin’, baby please, it’s too much,” Lee groaned, leaning away from you, letting go of your waist and gripping your thighs instead. You ignored him, arching your back and bringing your own hand between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously as Lee spread you wider, trying to keep you from moving as easily. “S’so sensitive honey,” he whined, and you laughed, gasping when something inside you shifted and everything was ignited. 

“Fuck!” you swore, eyes closed as you came, dripping down Lee’s cock, a mixture of his own cum and your slick seeping out, wetting both yours and Lee’s thighs. You panted lightly, looking up from the desk where your gaze had fallen when you’d shut your eyes. You were met with the sight of three men, red faced, and out of breath, wet stains on their pants and lustful fire in their eyes. You winked at them, sitting upright, Lee whimpering behind you. 

“Seems as though you boys have some messes to clean up. Best you do while the sheriff here takes me home. I’ve done most of my time, right Sheriff?” you asked as you stood up, fluffing your skirt and looking at Lee. 

“Ah course, darlin’.” Lee hastily stood, pulling up his pants and fixing them, tucking his shirt in quickly. You walked around the desk, waiting as he grabbed his gun and jacket, draping it over your shoulders. “You want the cuffs off?”

“Nah, I gotta finish my penance,” you grinned wickedly, and Lee swallowed audibly, urging you forwards.

“I’m off for the day, boys,” he said to his men, cheeks pink but otherwise his face was blank. “Don’t bother me, ‘less the world’s endin’, understand?” 

“Yessir,” the deputies chimed hesitantly, and you winked at them as Lee ushered you up to the front and out the door.

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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3

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18+ content

summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents

contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3

word count: 6k

WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!

Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3

-masterlist-

“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”

Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.

The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change. 

So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment. 

“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor. 

“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?” 

You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.” 

Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.

You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.

Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”

You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”

“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.” 

He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.

“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue. 

“Are you going to tell my dad?” 

When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.

“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.

He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.

You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!

“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.

“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.

“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”

You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open. 

“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.” 

You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”

He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”

You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”

The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter. 

He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”

You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told. 

“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him. 

When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering. 

“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions. 

“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.” 

Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers. 

“I don’t like repeating myself.” 

He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. 

A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to. 

He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”

A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center. 

You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling —  you to do, but…you don’t know how to. 

You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin. 

“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace. 

One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out. 

You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.

Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?” 

You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.” 

You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs. 

“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”

Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face. 

Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal. 

You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat. 

“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”

You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”

You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest. 

“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm. 

“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”

His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air. 

You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble. 

“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy. 

His pretty pussy.

You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.

He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval. 

“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you. 

“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.” 

You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind. 

He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.

You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.

The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!” 

You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.” 

He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?” 

You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.” 

“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.

“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.

His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.

He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.

Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.

“What’s that, sweet girl?” 

The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?” 

A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”

You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…” 

A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.

Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.

The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent. 

Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.” 

Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit. 

“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”

You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”

He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.

“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.

Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”

A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”

You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt). 

Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?” 

You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger. 

“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?” 

You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.

A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”

[mavsstar]

Feels Like Sugar In Me (Finale) - Lee Bodecker

NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI

a/n: i don't want this to come to an end ahh :( i will continue through little blurbs if i get asked for sure. Not proofread, all my mistakes are my own! i hope you enjoy, i love you all :D

pairing: lee bodecker x innocent!reader

warnings: smut!!, handjob, lee taking reader's virginity, daddy kink, praise kink, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie

w.c: 2.0k

<<< previous part

Every once in a while the town would have a cookout where the children were able to run around without getting yelled at, the wives would have cocktails complaining about their husbands and how their children sucked the youth out of them, the husbands of those women would drink while grilling food. Teenagers would use the cookout as an excuse to shamelessly make out behind the trees.

All in all, everyone had their own fun. But right now Lee was having his own fun with you. His hand under your dress, toying with your clothed clit as he was talking to a coworker. You gripped the bench beneath you, trying not to squirm and keep a straight face.

You were completely soaked and you knew he was going to tease you about it later. You went to get up to escape his touch. And to grab another drink. But Lee had different plans.

“Where you going Cherry?” He asks as he sits on your body on top of his lap. His thigh is tactically placed under you.

“I was going to-” You choked on your own spit as his legs started to bounce up and down, he flexed his muscles and he discreetly started to sway your hips. “Going to get a drink,” you complete your sentence with a smile.

“You feel kinda warm Cherry,” dirty bastard. “Ought to get ya home, you don’t look so good.” You turn around, giving him a dirty look to which he flashes a toothy grin. “Gotta take care of my pretty lady, can’t be having her get sick.”

“Ain’t that adorable Jim, if only you cared like that,” The wife sneered, narrowing her eyes at her husband. “I hope you feel better y/n!”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take very good care of her,” Lee gets up from the bench with you in his arms and takes you to the cruiser.

Lee purposely took the long way home to agonize you even more. His fingers kept ghosting over where you needed him the most. It got to a point where you shoved his hand away, closed your legs and turned the other way.

“Don’t be like that,” with one hand he grabbed the back of your knees and pointed your body back towards him.

His hand goes back to your legs, you grasp it with force. “I can’t take it anymore Lee!”

He chuckles lightly, licking his lips. “Cherry, we haven’t even started.”

“Started?” You whimper with a concerned face.

Your body arches off the bed as your second orgasm hits you hard. Quiet sobs leaving your mouth as your feet try to push Lee from your thighs. He grunts, warning you not to move.

“Not done yet,” he murmurs against you, his movements becoming faster.

“I-I don’t-” you gasp out as his fingers relentlessly keep going. “I want you inside me,” you shipper just loud enough for Lee to hear.

He freezes for a second, coming back up to make sure he heard you right. “You sure Cherry?”

You nod your head, “Want all of you Lee, want you to be my first.”

Lee’s face bursts out into a smile, after he found out you were a virgin he didn't mind at all. In fact he found it endearing whether it was for religious reasons or not. When you accepted to be his girlfriend he didn’t really expect to have it gone as far as it has. He figured you would get tired or be bothered by his age and leave him just like his wife did. But you didn’t.

You watch as Lee unbuttons his shirt, more and more of him being exposed with each second. You get up from the bed and your hands reach straight to his belt. Nerves overtake you as you fumble with his belt. But after a couple seconds you manage to take it off.

Your hands rub his chest, placing kisses against his neck. His hands go to your back pulling you flush against his chest. Then his right hand goes to your hair to pull you in for a kiss. He turns his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Hands roam each other’s body properly for the first time. He reluctantly pulls away, if he could he would spend his whole life kissing you.

His hands go to the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down.

Nothing would’ve prepared you for this moment. Your eyes widened in shock and your mouth agape. He was bigger than you imagined. The tip was bright red, leaking with beads of precum. It looked painful.

You gulp nervously as he looks down at you with a smirk. “Lee I don’t think it’ll fit,” you whisper, your eyes still not leaving his cock.

“Don’t worry,” he says as he starts to hover over you, “I’ll make it fit.”

You lift your hand, reaching out further and further until your hesitancy takes the best of you and you retract your hand back.

“S’okay Cherry, you can touch it,” Lee encourages as he guides it on his cock, it feels heavy in your hand and you can feel it pulsating. You like it, but you have no idea what to do.

“What do I-” your voice comes out shaky and uneven, making you cringe. You clear your throat but your voice still sounded small, “tell me what to do. Wanna make daddy feel good too.”

Lee cooed as he caressed your face, “My sweet Cherry, want daddy to feel good?” You eagerly shake your head yes as you crawl further to the edge of the bed. The sight of your innocent eyes and crawling towards him made him feel weak in the knees.

“Spit onto your hand,” He instructed and you did exactly as you were told. “Wrap your hand- mhm just like that. Then start going like this,” with his hand over yours, he starts an up and down motion.

Once he noticed you started to get the hang of it, he dropped his hand. “G-Go a little faster Cherry.” You speed up your movements, adding more pressure. Your thumb swiped over his tip by accident and he let out the most delicious moan, “You’re doing so good Cherry, s’good for Daddy.” He starts to rut in your hand, desperate to get release. But not yet, no.

He pulls away and shoves you back on the bed. His lips collide with yours in a bruising kiss. His hand snakes down to your hips, giving you a good squeeze. “Are you sure you want this? I can always wait.”

“No,” you mumble against his lips. “I need you inside me.”

He lines himself at your entrance, tracing your clit with his tip, wanton moans leave your mouth. He slowly sinks in, the stretch turning into a searing hot pain as he fills you up. Your eyes squeeze shut in pain as the sheets twist in your hands.

He groans loudly as he bottoms out. He’s imagined you like this and more day and night with fist tightly wrapped around his cock. But nothing, absolutely nothing compared. He can feel your arousal covering his length, your walls throbbing around him. You're gripping him so tight he’s finding it a hard time to stay still.

“Don’t worry Cherry,” his hand massages your hips comfortingly. “If it gets too much, I’ll stop.” You nod the best you could. After a minute, he slowly starts thrusting. Your walls grip him like a vice that makes his hips falter. Tears stream down your face as you feel like you’re being split in two but you’ve never felt so full.

Lee wipes your tears, peppering kisses all over your face hoping to distract you. Soon the pain starts to turn into pleasure with each thrust. His hips start to move faster against you, your body jolting against the bed with each thrust. Your moans become louder and higher with each drive of his hips, you cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“No Cherry, let it all out. I want to hear,” Lee grabs your leg and hitches it over his hip, “Every. Single. Pretty. Noise.” He thrust harder with each word. The new angle hits that spot that drives you wild.

“Daddy!” You screech out, your nails digging into his back.

“You’re so fucking tight Cherry, feels s’good.” He groans as the way your pussy flutters with each praise. A silent cry leaves your lips, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you starts to become too much. The coil in your stomach is threatening to snap.

“Just like that Daddy! Don’t stop!”

“God, can feel you milking m’cock Cherry,” He throws his head back, groaning in pleasure. “Cum on daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Lee brings his hand down to where you’re connected, his finger finding you clit and starts rubbing fast circles.

A wordless scream comes out of your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your legs lock around his waist, toes curling as the coil snaps. Your vision goes white and your hearing becomes muffled.

Your body goes limp from the pleasure, Lee using your body to finally chase his high he’s been waiting for. His thrust becomes erratic as he feels the all too familiar heat crawl up his spine.

“Gonna cum Cherry,” He says as he throws his head back. “Gon’ fill you up, make sure you’re full of me.” With one final thrust he finishes with a loud moan, his head leaning on yours. Hot spurts of cum filling you up. He falls right next to you, his hand over his chest trying to catch his breath.

You don’t even remember or feel when Lee gets up to go to the bathroom. But you hear Lee’s footsteps as he comes back from the bathroom, he has a clean rag in his hand. He starts to clean you up, the rag grazes your abused clit, “Please-no more.”

He leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple, “No more Cherry, just making sure you’re clean.” You nod and let him continue cleaning you up. Once he finished, he tossed the rag in his laundry basket.

Lee walks to his closet grabbing a shirt for you and one for him. He puts on his wife beater and a pair of pajama pants before walking over to you. Your eyes were glassy and your body is still trembling. You were fucked out.

Without a word he lifts you up just enough so he was able to put on the shirt for you. His touch is gentle despite it being the opposite a few moments ago. With all your effort you scoot over to give him space to crawl in. Once he settles in you place your head on his chest, he then grabs you leg and places it over his body massaging your thigh.

After a few moments of silence Lee speaks up, “How was it? Was it good? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

It takes everything in you to open your eyes. His cruelan eyes stare into yours, searching for an answer. “It was perfect,” you mumble hazily.

“How’d it feel?” He asks. You take time to really collect your thoughts, you realize you’re the luckiest woman in the whole town. You never had someone put the effort Lee has for you.

Lee was the sweetest person just for you. He was your own personal candy, every kiss would send you into a sugar rush, every touch felt like cotton, his voice was rich like chocolate. Lee was the only candy who made your teeth rot from the sweetness, and you wanted more.

You nuzzle further into his chest, pressing a kiss on his neck while caressing his face. “It feels like sugar in me.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

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🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:

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3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

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5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

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7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

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9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

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🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

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10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

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12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

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14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

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16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

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🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

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17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

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19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

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21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

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23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

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💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

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24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁 

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

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26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

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28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎 

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

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30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

[myfictionaldreams]

I’ll Take Her // dbf!Lee Bodecker

Summary: Your fathers put on a barbeque but has forgotten to buy any hotdog buns. You volunteer to go and buy some but when the Sheriff offers to take you, you can't help but take the opportunity of being alone with him.

Suggested by: RiotGrrrl22 on AO3 (thank you! x)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, car sex, riding, doggy style, teasing, orgas, riding, creampie, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, praise kink, size kink, innocent reader

Word: 3.1k

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You pulled the kitchen cabinet door open, reaching onto your tiptoes, fumbling through to try and find the hotdog buns that your father had promised he had brought, and complained that they were somewhere in the kitchen. Sighing in frustration, you moved along to the next cabinet, but again was met with disappointment, knowing he definitely had forgotten them. Leaning forward, you pulled out a cold beer from the fridge and exited the house out of the backdoor, being careful as to not be hit by the football that was being thrown around by your neighbours as you approached your father who was standing by the barbeque, flipping over an assortment of different meats.

“Here you go dad,” you handed over his beer, “and before you say to check again, I’ve triple-checked every draw and they aren’t in there.”

“Damn, I could have sworn I picked some up, thanks for checking anyway baby girl” he accepted the beer and pulled you into his side, kissing your forehead affectionately. You smiled softly at him as he took a large swig of his drink, “what kind of barbeque doesn’t have any buns?” he mumbled, shaking his head looking around briefly before spotting someone walking around the grass. “I thought you couldn’t make it, Bodecker?”

As soon as you heard his name your head snapped up in the direction of your father's gaze, heart thumping in your chest as you watched your dad's best friend walking towards you both. He had told you both that he was supposed to be working all day and couldn’t make the barbeque, much to your disappointment but here he was, still in his police attire, large hat to hand, short-sleeved off-white shirt, black tie, and slacks, and his gun holster attached to his hip. Your father shifted forward to greet his friend with a one-armed hug and you looked towards the ground, trying to hide the embarrassment that adorned your cheeks as your fingertips played with a stray thread on your dress. “It’s been a pretty slow day so I’ve left the rookie in charge,” he explained. You risked looking up at him as your dad returned to stand in front of the grill next to you, and as soon as your eyes met a spark of nervousness shot through your spine, particularly as he smiled innocently at you, and you tried not to think about the fact that 2 days ago he had his head between your legs. Lee moved closer to your father, his hands on his hips as he looked down at the meat, “so whatcha cooking?”

Your father pointed to each of the meats, not that you were listening, watching Lee out of the corner of your eye. “There’s no hotdog buns though so you’ll just have to do without.”

“Dad it’s ok, I’ll go and get some from the store, it won’t take me long.” Your father looked at you, a guilty expression flashing across his features.

“Honey, you don’t have to, we’ll be fine without them and you know I hate you out there by yourself.”

“Honestly I don’t mind, I’ll be back before you know it”, you said sweetly, kissing your fathers cheek and moving around him, smiling quickly at Lee before heading across the backyard, trying not to dwell on the wet feeling that had soaked your panties since the Sheriff had turned up.

“I’ll take her”, you stopped walking, turning as even more arousal clenched in your abdomen at hearing his voice.

Your father smiled, taking another drink before saying, “perfect! At least I know you’ll be safe, don’t take long.” Lee patted your father on the back before taking large strides to reach you, extending his arm for you to lead the way. Approaching his patrol car that was parked in the driveway, you smiled politely as he opened the passenger side door open for you, allowing you to climb onto the leather seat. Watching him walk around the front of the cruiser felt like it took a lifetime, excited to finally be alone with him but also nervous as it was broad daylight. The car shifted slightly as he climbed in, throwing his hat onto the back seat and starting up the car, he didn’t so much as glance at you as he said, “you look beautiful, sweet.”

A faint glow graced your cheeks as you looked down at yourself, fiddling with the hem of your light blue dress, “thank you, sir”. You turned your head to look away from him, seeing that you were still on your street, your neighbour, Sally waving at you both as she saw you drive past. Subtly you placed your dainty hand palm up, in between you, and Lee who spotted it instantly, wrapping his large calloused hand around yours, his thumb brushing small circles against your wrist.

The store was only a 5-minute drive away so before long, he was pulling his hand off of yours, parking the car as far away from the entrance as he could, still in plain sight of everyone but at least you could speak briefly. Lee turned towards you slightly, his hand moving across the seats, and started to lift up your dress until the edges of your matching light blue panties showed. He had to adjust himself, looking around quickly as he bit his bottom lip, groaning as you smiled shyly at him, “the things you do to me, you better hope your old man passes out quickly tonight, I’m not sure I can watch you walking around knowing that's under this pretty little dress.”

You clenched your thighs together, your hole quivering in your panties at his words, becoming desperate for him wishing you could let him just take you then and there in the parking lot, not caring who saw. Then an idea came to you, making you move your dress back down, snapping him out of the trance he seemed to be in, opening the door to climb out, leaning down to ask him, “did you want anything from the store Sheriff Bodecker?”

He leaned back into the leather seat, lifting his hips to pull out his wallet, throwing a few dollars at you, “get me something sweet”. You took the change and walked quickly into the store, knowing his eyes were still on you as you went.

You said hello to the older man behind the till as you walked towards the bread aisle, picking up a couple of packs of buns before moving down the candy aisle, choosing to get him fudge before going to pay for the items. “How's your Pops getting on? Is his leg still giving him grief?” the cashier asked, making polite conversation whilst you danced on the spot.

“He’s fine, it hurts him more when he’s cold so the summer is perfect for him” you responded in a hurry as you handed the money over, taking the bagged items from him. “I don’t suppose I could be a nuisance and use your toilet, please?” He smiled, nodding, and pointed to the back of the store where a dusty sign for the bathroom hung on the ceiling.

Entering into the toilets, you quickly glanced into the mirror, fixing your hair and, allowing a few seconds to pass before reaching under your dress and pulling off your panties, a clear wet stain in the centre that you knew would drive Lee crazy. Opening up the shopping bag you placed them on top of the other items, you bit your lip as you stare at the blue material, a thrill of excitement going through your abdomen. Flushing the toilet and washing your hands, you left, waving goodbye to the cashier before walking out into the warm afternoon air, trying to keep your head down as you hugged the grocery bag to your chest, feeling extremely exposed even though the dress covered you completely.

Finally, you reached the police car, climbing in and placing the bag next to Lee, smoothing your dress down as you tried to look as innocent as you could but the Sheriff was looking at you whilst squinting his eyes, head tilted as he followed your movements. “Why do you look so guilty? What have you done?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I don’t know what you mean”.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t,” he turned the keys, starting the car and reaching into the bag with his other hand, supposedly for the sweets you’d brought him but you just stared at him, biting your lip to hold in the laugh as he frowned. His hand stayed in the bag for a few seconds not moving before quickly he snatched the bag up, placing it in his lap and looking inside, seeing your wet panties on the top. He swallowed harshly, blinking a few times before shoving the bag into the back of the car and speeding off, making you jolt at the sudden movement. Neither of you spoke as he drove away from the store, in the opposite direction to your home and he kept going for a further few minutes, the houses shifting to trees until finally, he turned off down a side road, the gravelly surface making the car jump around until at last, he skidded to a halt. Dust was flying up around the car as you looked around, you’d been there a few times with him but it was always dark, the trees were thicker around you and in front of the car was the local river, it was out of the way from everyone but anyone on a walk by would see you both.

Your mix of nerves and excitement was pouring through you now, thighs clenching together as your cunt started pulsing when you saw the feral look of lust that Lee was giving you. His eyes were dark, half-hooded as he licked his lips, and at once he was on you, one hand gripping your jaw harshly, his other arm scoping you up, tugging until you were in his lap, thighs either side of his and his lips attacked yours. You both kissed ferociously, lips, tongues, teeth, and spit mixing together, heads tilting, either way, to reach as deep as you could, his hands gliding through your hair, holding you in place as you desperately grasped at the front of his shirt, the feeling of his soft belly beneath making you ache for the layers to be gone.

Your fingers were shaking with adrenaline as his lips moved off of yours to attach to your neck, trailing down as you tried to undo his buckle, huffing in annoyance as you couldn’t do it. “Please, sir”.

He chuckled darkly at your pleads, hands releasing your head to undo his buckle and zipper, shiming down his slacks and boxers until his hard cock sprung free, bouncing up. His warm hands moved up your hovering thighs and harshly gripped your arse cheeks, kneading them as you shift forward, rubbing your chest against his as you lined up with his tip until it was finally at your entrance. Your head snapped up to look at him, both watching each other as you slowly sunk down, moaning loudly at the stretch of your walls until he was nestled in completely. His warm breath hit your face as you rolled your hips slowly, his hands helping you to move steadily, grinding into you so your clit rubbed on his curly bush. “Teasing me like that, you really think I’d take you home to your daddy without taking what’s mine?” he thrust up harder into you to make his point but it only made you moan louder. You leaned a hand on his chest whilst the other gripped his face, holding him still as you kissed him again, both groaning at the contact.

The sound of your skin slapping together became louder and wetter as your hips slapped down harder, the coil within you becoming tenser with each thrust. “Your beautiful little cunt feels so good wrapped around me, sweet” he moaned into your ear as your eyes closed, so close to reaching your peak when Lee shoved you off, his hands easily being able to manhandle you. He pushed you back across the seats, the sweat covering your body causing you to slip on the leather but that didn’t stop him as he flipped you over so you were on your knees, head leaning on the passenger door window that had half steamed up already. Your hands pressed on the window to keep yourself up as Lee half-knelt behind you, his hands moving your dress up to your waist then painfully gripping your hips as he thrust into you hard, the force pushing you harder into the window. His pace was relentless as his thick cock plunged in and out of you, the entire car rocking with his movements and you were in complete and utter bliss, not caring about anything at that moment other than the pleasure pouring through your body.

“Please sir, I’m so close, Sheriff please” your words came out in gasps, your knees starting to shake.

“Good girl, that’s it, let go for me, I’m so fucking close too” Lee half-shouted behind you, he shifted so he was hunched over you, one hand leaving your hip to thread his fingers through yours on the window. The new position inched him in deeper slightly and two more thrusts that brushed directly over the sensitive spot inside, had you screaming his name, your walls and thighs spasming as you collapsed further into the seat, every nerve feeling alive and relaxed at the same time. Lee let go of your hand to grab your hips again as he roughly pumped into you a couple more times before shouting your name, cum spilling down the sides of his cock, dripping onto the seat.

He pulled out and collapsed onto the seat behind the steering wheel, looking at the steamed-up windows surrounding him as he tried to catch his breath. It took a minute for you to get your bearings, you turned on the seat, still lying across it but so you were now face up, legs apart as you too tried to catch your breath. Your eyes were closed as you took some deep breaths so you weren’t able to see Lee’s dark eyes as he looked at you, he had a perfect view of your cunt that had his white seed oozing out. “Sweetie, you’re going to be a good girl for me now aren’t you?”

You kept your eyes closed as you whispered, “I’m always your good girl, sir.”

Lee shifted slightly to face his body towards you, his fingers starting to trail up your inner thigh, causing you to look up at him, “Yes you are, now I want you to open that pretty mouth of yours and to stick your tongue out.” You did as instructed instantly, watching with bated breath as his hand moved closer to your core until finally, he swiped two fingers up your taint, collecting the cum that had dripped out, scooping it up, and quickly moving his hand until it was dripping off of his fingertips onto your tongue. “Don’t swallow it yet,” his hand moved back down, this time entering your pulsing, oversensitive cunt, scooping more of his cum and dispensing it onto your tongue, of which you had to move into your mouth to hold all the liquid. He did this a few more times, each time his fingers entered you he delved deeper until he pulled them out and they were clean of his cum. “One last drop, you’re doing so well sweetie.” The sound of wet leather reached your ears as he swiped up the cum that had dripped onto the seat and finally he placed it in your mouth, your lips closed around his fingers, sucking on them lightly as you swallowed all of his salty juices. “You are so beautiful” he commented, his eyes glowing with pride as he watched you, leaning forward to kiss you slowly before pulling back quickly, checking the watch on his wrist and cursing loudly.

Lee quickly moved to pull his trousers up as you rolled the window down, hoping the fresh air will help the sweat covering your body to dry and the flush in your cheeks to fade. After checking the rearview mirror at his appearance, Lee reached into the back of the car to then pass you the grocery bag. He placed it in your lap but reached in, pulling your blue panties and the fudge out that you had briefly forgotten about and he placed them in the glove box.

He drove back to the house in record time, slowing down when on your street so as to not draw attention, waving to the few neighbours that were standing in your front lawn drinking. Both of you rolled the windows back up before you quickly whispered, “thank you for taking me, sir.” You both stared at each other for a second before he opened his car door, climbing out and holding the door open for you, you slide across the seat and tried to get out but your knees wobbled, causing you to hold on tightly to the door, Lee placed a hand on your upper arm subtly, hoping no one noticed. Your face burned in embarrassment as you started to get the feeling back, the Sheriff was watching you with glazed-over eyes, knowing he was the reason your legs weren’t working properly. Finally, you felt safe enough to walk, you thanked him, holding the bag close to you, and walked into the back garden, trying to think of an excuse as to why you both had been gone for so long. You spotted your father sitting next to the empty grill, the meats on the food table ready to be eaten but next to that were multiple empty beer bottles.

As you approached he spotted you and Lee who was a few steps behind you. “Hi dad, we’ve got the buns! Sorry, it took so long we had to drive to a different store-”

“Oh, honey! I’ve been looking for you, I completely forgot about the buns, don’t worry about it,” he waved you off, his words slurring slightly as he started talking to Lee. “Thanks for taking her Bodecker, can always trust you to look after my baby girl” he kissed your forehead before moving towards the Sheriff, pulling him along to grab them both a drink. You watched them go, butterflies flying in your stomach as Lee turned towards you, a smirk on his lips as he disappeared into the house. You knew this was going to be a long night of counting down to the end of this barbeque so you could be wrapped around Lee once more.

[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+

Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh

A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two

Bambi’s pov:

“Such a good girl.”

Good.

Girl.

The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.

It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.

You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.

He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?

You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?

“My dumb baby”

You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.

Maybe I really am dumb.

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Lee’s POV:

He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.

Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,

He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.

No Lee. This is your fault.

He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.

Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.

His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.

Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.

The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.

“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”

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Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick….

BOOM

The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.

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Lee was ecstatic.

He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.

Lee knew exactly what you needed.

He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.

“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.

His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.

“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.

His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.

“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.

You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.

But it never came.

Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.

The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.

“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”

“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.

“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”

Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.

Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.

It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.

Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.

Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?

You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.

Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.

“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.

He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.

“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”

He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.

“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.

Fuck, you knew just how to get him.

Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.

Why wasn’t I about to run?

Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.

“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.

Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.

Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.

“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”

Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!

“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”

No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.

But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.

“Yes sir.”

Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.

After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.

Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.

Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.

You wanted him back.

“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.

Not even two seconds later it opened.

“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.

“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”

Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.

It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.

You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.

You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.

Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.

Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.

The sight could have brought him to his knees.

Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.

Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.

He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.

His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.

“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.

Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?

Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.

“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.

“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?

Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.

You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.

“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.

Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.

Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.

It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.

Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.

“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.

“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.

You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.

Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.

Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.

“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.

You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.

“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.

You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.

You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.

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Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.

He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.

But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.

Love, Bunny 🎀

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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡

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

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

♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping

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⇨ Chapter One

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

⇨ Chapter Two

→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.

[babyjakes]

right up nice, where you belong.

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summary | lee’s got you tied up sitting pretty on his thigh, and you’re in for a wild ride, whether you want it or not.

pairing | soft!dark!daddy!lee bodecker x innocent!little!reader

warnings | you gotta read at least lee’s dialogue in that delicious southern accent!! otherwise it’s not gonna have the same effect, ddlg (daddy!lee little!reader), dub/non-con (lee is pretty dark, reader probably definitely doesn’t want what’s being done to her), thigh riding, abuse of power/authority (just inherently ig), mocking/degredation, praise kink, fingering, forced orgasm w/ squirting, overstim, crying & begging to stop, handcuffs, choking, pussy slapping

word count | 1,235

an | alright friends,, here it is :’-) i am so scared to post this lol, this is my first time ever writing for lee and i really wanted to do him justice so i hope you all enjoy! i wasn’t quite sure how to categorize this one; it has very dark vibes and i feel the dub/non-con warnings are definitely warranted but i’m also not sure if it’s completely a dark!lee situation or just very heavy roleplaying. i’m leaving that up to you to decide!

“P-please…” your crackling voice breaks through the quiet of the poorly-lit living room, the only other sound filling your ears being the soft labored breathing of the large man behind you. Though your glossy stare is focused on the old-fashioned television set in front of you, you can feel the sheriff’s predatory gaze running its hungry hands all along you as you quiver in fear, the slightest whimper rising in your throat triggering the man to jolt you gently against him once more, only worsening the terrible burning between your legs.

With a hand on either side of your spasming waist, Lee holds you upright atop his thick stump of a thigh, the warm muscle of his leg straining beneath his dark-grey work pants and rubbing up in all the worst ways possible against the thin cotton strip of your pastel strawberry print underwear. Agonizingly slow, yet forceful, the man works your hips in a gentle rolling motion, the expansion of your wet patch inevitable as you do everything in your power to keep from submitting fully to his vile tactics.

“Please,” you plead again, earning a sustained hush from the sheriff as he wraps one arm a bit further around you, pressing a hand over your quaking tummy.

“Come on now, angel. Don’t gotta make this any more difficult than it has to be,” Lee’s low voice hums against the back of your neck, the gentle presence of his lips against your tender flesh sending shivers down your spine. “Jus’ wanna take care of you, sweetha’t, you gonna let me do that? Hmm?” At the feeling of his hand trailing down from your belly button to hovering over the crumpled fabric of your skirt, your breath hitches in your throat, a pathetic sob forming in the pit of your stomach.

“N-no, Sheriff Bod-decker,” you hiccup, cheeks burning in humiliation as salty tears begin escaping from the corners of your eyes.

“Oh suga’ pie, you poor thing,” the sturdy man croons, leaning his head over to the side of yours to get a better look at your face, now glistening with fresh tears. “Haven’t even touched you yet, and you’s already cryin’? Must be such a sensitive little doll,” Lee frowns in mock sympathy, dragging his hand down further to cup over your barely-clothed mound, a smug smile forming on his face. “Oh, but looks here like someone might be enjoyin’ thems'selves- look at how wet you’re gettin’ for me, angel. Daddy really gettin’ you that worked up?”

As he works his strong fingers over the wet patch forming at your core, you let out a distressed squeal, your wrists clanking helplessly behind your back in the tight pair of metal cuffs you’ve been tied up with. “Now, now, little one. Don’t be gettin’ too fussy on me,” the sheriff warns, tightening his grip on you with one arm as the other continues rubbing over your ruined panties, your cunt releasing an obscene amount of fluid as the man’s thigh and fingers are worked up against you just right. “Wouldn’t wanna have to tie you down on the bed, show you how fast I can really make you come undone,” he threatens, “no, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Love havin’ you just like this, babydoll. Right up nice on Daddy’s leg, hmm? Exactly where you belong.”

When you feel the thin cotton layer of protection being gently moved to the side by his wandering fingers, you can’t keep your voice from erupting from within you, “N-no, please! Please, Sheriff Bod-”

“Uh-uh uh,” Lee’s harsh voice cuts you off, his arm flying up to clamp over your chest as his hand closes in around your throat. “Now I’ve had just about enough of you disrespectin’ me, little girl,” the man seethes, his restriction of your airflow making your head begin to spin. In the blink of an eye, he’s slapped his hand down against your uncovered pussy, a terrified yelp catching in your closed-off throat as your cunt stings bright red. “Now I’m gonna let go of you, sweeth'at, gonna let those pretty little lips of yours take in some air, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me now; d'you understand me?”

With panic building in your chest, you can only think to nod, heaving greedily when he releases slightly on your throat, gulping in air like a fish out of water. “Now what do we say, suga’ pie?” Lee tests, surprising you by grabbing the soaked cloth of your panties and ripping them clean off of you, eliciting a defeated cry of horror as you slump your head against the man’s strong hand still holding your neck, your voice coming out in a pathetic mumble.

“Y-yes Daddy.”

Beaming, Lee coos at you, his fingers returning to your folds for a second time, now much gentler than before, running along in smooth motions against the tender flesh instead of the harsh slapping of just a few moments ago. “That’s my good girl, such a peach for Daddy, aren’t ya?” he praises as he begins bumping his leg underneath you, his pointer and mid fingers sliding down to surround your swollen clit, barely pulling up on the skin to allow just the right exposure to his bouncing thigh. A muffled whimper rises in your throat as more tears pool in your eyes, the terrible sensation of your poor nub rubbing up against the slick fabric of the sheriff’s pants sending tingles bursting throughout every inch of your body, a dangerous sense of warmth forming in the pit of your belly.

“P-please- D-Daddy,” you implore as you’re held up by nothing but your neck, the wicked smile on Lee’s face only widening as he senses your building arousal.

“That’s it, little one. Ride Daddy’s thigh, grind that pretty little pussy ‘gainst it like a good little slut. You like that?” he spits, beginning to work his fingers surrounding your bundle of nerves in gentle jerking motions, “you like it when Daddy holds you down on his thigh and rubs that pretty little pussy raw?”

“Please, D-Daddy- stop,” you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth grind together, your toes beginning to curl as a familiar feeling of pressure begins building in your chest, your head throbbing as you do all you can to fight off your impending climax.

“C'mon now, angel. No use in fightin’ it,” Lee sings right up against your ear as he moves the pads of his fingers over your nub to rub in frantic circles, sighing out in victory as he feels you squirting out against him. “Theere, that’s it, babydoll. Cum on Daddy’s leg, sweeth'aht,” he encourages as you wail inconsolably in his grasp, your entire body contracting painfully as your orgasm is forced out of you. “Just like that, so good for me, peach,” the sheriff continues to praise as you finally begin to wind down, drool and tears dribbling down your chin as you struggle to catch your breath, your entire body now coated in sweat from your terrible high.

“Such a good little doll,” Lee hums, pressing a kiss into the side of your head as he runs his fingers in slow circles over your throbbing clit, causing you to jerk back from the overwhelming sensations. “So pink and puffy for me now, dah'lin. Bet you’re so sensitive, aren’t you? And we’re just barely gettin’ started.”

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Lesson » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee teaches the reader a lesson.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap, kissing, hickeys, (m receiving), unprotected sex, Sheriff kink, size kink, praise kink, handcuffs, hair pulling, spanking (like a couple times?), degrading, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (darlin’, sugar)

Note: The reader is in her early 20s and Lee is in his late 30s.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

Header credit goes to @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You thought it would be a great idea to hangout with some new friends you just met, but what you didn’t know was that you were going to get arrested. Now here you are, shifting uncomfortably in the backseat of the cop car due to how tight the handcuffs are.

“Sir, please! I didn’t do anything! I’m new here, I just didn’t know what the law is here!” You pleaded.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t have alcohol on your breath.” Lee says.

“I took one sip! That’s all!” You say.

“That still doesn’t justify your actions. Now, when we get to the station, I’m gonna call your mama and have her pick you up.” He says.

Your eyes widened and your heart started pounding. You’ve never done anything bad. This is the first time you’ve ever been arrested. If your mama finds out, she’ll be so fucking pissed.

“No, please don’t call my mama! She’ll be so pissed! I’ll do anything you say! Just please don’t call her!” You say on the verge of tears.

Lee glanced up at you through the rear view mirror and thought about it for a moment. He turned down a dirt road and drove halfway down before stopping. He shut off his cruiser and got out, walking to your side of the car and opening the door.

“Get out of the car.” He demands.

You got out of the car and stood in front of him. He turned you around and led you to the front of his cruiser.

“Since you don’t want me callin’ your mama, I’m gonna be teaching you a lesson. Now, from here on out, you’ll be addressing me as Sheriff, you’ll be a good girl, and do as I say. Understand?” Lee says.

“Yes Sheriff, I understand.” You say submissively.

“Good girl. Now, get on your knees.” He says.

You dropped down to your knees and looked up at Lee, waiting for further instructions. You watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid his uniform pants, pulling out his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight. He’s big. You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of his cock inside of you.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock.” He says.

You licked the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste of his precum. You opened your mouth and Lee slid his cock in your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag. He thrusted in and out of your mouth. You flattened out your tongue, his cock easily rubbed against it.

“Such a good girl for me.” Lee says, brushing your hair out of your face.

You moaned when he called you a good girl. Your panties were beyond soaked for this man.

“Fuck, you keep doin’ that, darlin’, I’ll let up on your punishment a little.” He moans, tilting his head back.

You occasionally moaned around his cock in hopes that your punishment won’t be too bad after this. Lee’s hands gathered all of your hair, putting it in a ponytail and pulling at it every time he thrusted into your mouth. You looked up at him and batted your eyelashes innocently.

“Look at ya. Lookin’ all innocent, but deep down, you know that your a fucking slut.” Lee says degradingly.

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

Lee degrading you and calling you a slut or a whore turned you on even more and your panties are beyond soaked.

“You’re my slut now, aren’t ya, darlin’?” He says.

“Mhmm!” You moaned around his cock.

“Damn right, you are! Fuck! I’m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.” He moans, tilting his head back.

His cock twitched as his orgasm came closer and closer until he came in your mouth. Lee stood above you, panting as he took his cock out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and showing him that you swallowed all of it.

“Good girl. Stand up.” He ordered.

You managed to stand up without struggling. Your knees were red and slightly scraped from being on the concrete for so long.

“Bend over the hood and spread your legs.” Lee orders, patting the hood of his cruiser.

You did as you were told, giving Lee an amazing view of your now soaked panties. You gasped when you felt his fingers rub your clit through the wet material.

“You’re so wet, darlin’. Did those boys make you this wet?” He asks as he continued to rub your panty covered pussy.

“N-No! It was you! All of it is for you!” You moaned.

“All of this is for me? You’re so sweet.” He says.

You felt Lee bunched your dress up above your hips and slid your panties down your legs. You looked over your shoulder to see him shoving your panties in his pocket. Lee’s hand went back to your wet pussy, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your soaked folds, spreading your wetness. You let out a loud moan when he slid his fingers inside of your tight hole. You whined when he took it out.

“You taste so good, sugar.” He says, licking your juices off his finger.

You whimpered and wiggled your hips, hoping you would get some kind of relief, but that only gave you a smack on your ass.

“Be patient. Your punishment isn’t over.” Lee says.

Lee teasingly rubbed your clit. You desperately wanted to grind yourself against his hand, but you didn’t want to make your punishment any worse than it already is. He stopped rubbing your clit to line his cock up at your entrance, slowly sliding it in, inch by inch. Your jaw dropped, an inaudible moan left your lips.

“You’re so big!” You gasped.

“You can take it, sugar. I know you can.” He says.

Lee gripped your hips and began thrusting.

“You’re fucking tight.” Lee groans, tilting his head back.

His hands held on to your hips with a bruising grip as his thrust became more fast. One of his hands went to your front and down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. You felt the tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Oh my god! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

“I don’t plan on stopping.” Lee says almost in a growl.

Your hands managed to find their way to Lee’s shirt, grabbing onto it and holding it tightly when his thrust became more rough.

“Such a dirty little slut for letting the sheriff fuck you where anyone can drive by and see.” Lee says with a groan.

Your cunt clenched around his cock at the thought of it.

“Of course you’d like that, you dirty girl.” He chuckles.

You felt your lower stomach tighten. It felt like your orgasm was about to come crashing down on you.

“Sheriff, pl-please let me cum!” You whimpered.

“Since you’ve been a good girl, go ahead, sugar. Cum for me.” He whispers in your ear.

His fingers moved faster against your now sensitive clit causing your orgasm to come closer and closer. His name left your lips with a loud moan as you came, soaking his cock and your inner thighs. Lee wasn’t too far behind you.

“Think I might keep you to myself. What do you think about that, darlin’?” He says.

“Oh fuck yes! I love that!” You moaned almost in a whine.

“Of course you do.” He chuckles.

A moan left Lee’s lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He placed his hand on the hood of his cruise on either side of you. You two stood there for a moment to catch your breath. He slowly pulled his cock out of you and tucked himself back inside of his pants.

“Umm sheriff?” You say, breaking the silence.

“Yes, darlin’?” Lee says.

“Can you please take these handcuffs off of my wrists? They’re tight.” You say shyly.

“Not as tight as that little cunt of yours.” He chuckles.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but you also felt turned on when he said that. He took the keys to the handcuffs out of his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs and took them off of your wrists. You readjusted your dress and rubbed your red wrists as you turned around to face him.

“Can I have my panties back please?” You asked.

“Nope. Those belong to me now.” He says.

You pouted as he walked you to the passenger’s side of his cruiser, opening the door for you. He closed the door and went to the driver’s side and got in.

“Let’s get you home so your mama doesn’t get worry about you.” Lee says, starting the car.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[sashaisready]

Chapter Five

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

A year after the sudden death of your husband you find yourself at a loose end, unsure what to do next. You're also learning about your sexuality - your hidden desires and fantasies creeping out now you're no longer playing the role of the good wife. A certain Sheriff in town could be the one to awaken something in you.

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Chapter 6

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As you walked through the station out to Lee's cruiser you could feel the stares burning into you, hushed whispers following you out the door. You tried to keep your head high, reminding yourself there would be something else to talk about soon enough. Davey shot you a friendly smile and a wave as you passed him, which you were grateful for.

"What were they saying?" you asked Lee sheepishly as he backed out of the lot, one hand on the steering wheel and one against the back of your seat. You were in the front now you were a passenger rather than a criminal. You kept glancing out of the windshield at the bonnet of the cruiser, remembering the feel of the warm metal against your thighs.

"Who?" he asked innocently, keeping his eyes on the road.

"You know who" you mumbled.

Lee sighed. "Well. They're happy to have new gossip, of course. And yeah they are pretty shocked. But mainly they think you've had a hard time after your husband's passin' and this is something to do with still dealin' with all o'that".

You nod. They weren't wrong, really. 

You were both silent for a while as Lee drove out of town and headed towards your house. The air in the car was thick with a type of weird tension that made you feel uncomfortable.

"At least they don't know everythin', huh?" he joked.

You knew Lee was just trying to lighten the mood, but you feel so sick thinking about what it would be like if they all knew that you can't even make a joke of it. You don't respond.

"Are we just not gonna mention it ever again then?" Lee asked. "Gotta say hon', it's like I met a different girl out there in the woods".

You shuffle in your seat, visibly uncomfortable and unable to look at him. It was almost as if he sounded anxious, which you'd never seen from him in the slightest all the times you'd ever spoken to him. 

"I guess I just...I don't want you to think I do stuff like that all the time, with men. I mean" you started.

Lee nods. He was anxious. You were all over him like a rash earlier, fucking him with wild abandon like it was the last days of Rome, but now you could barely look at him. He had whiplash from the change in you.

"I just...I know you probably think I'm just some whore..but-".

The slam of the brakes interrupts you as Lee suddenly pulls over to the side of the road.

"Lee wha-?"

He puts the car in park and turns to you. "I don't think that. I would never think that. Look at me." he tells you firmly. His tone so earnest that you nearly laugh.

You are taken aback by his intensity, slowly turning to face him. "I'm sorry Lee-"

"I know whores, darlin'. Trust me. So I know you ain't one".

"I just..." you try to think of the right words. "I know I was forward. But I just need you to know I don't normally do stuff like that, alright? You're the first man I've been with since Arthur, and only the second man in my life I've ever been with fully." You surprise yourself with your honesty, you hadn't realised you were going to be so open until it happened.

He nodded. His cock twitched in his pants at that. He liked the idea of you waiting for him. He knew the other men in the town wanted to see what was under your dress and liked that you had denied all of them except him. Lee was no stranger to loose women, and he knew that wasn't you.

"So...why me, hon?" he asked thoughtfully, his hand brushing your thigh. His touch felt like hundreds of volts of electricity shooting through your entire body.

You sighed, embarrassed, feeling exposed under his watchful eyes. Oddly, talking to him like this felt more intimate than what you'd done together earlier.

"I mean I dunno, Lee. Something about the way you were looking at me. Telling me off. Being handcuffed in the back of your car...something just took over I guess. I don't even really understand where it came from".

You exhaled deeply. You knew you couldn't hide from him.

"The truth is I...am very attracted to you. I-I like your broad shoulders. You're solid and...manly. Your eyes are the damnedest blue I've ever seen in my life. Truth be told...I've thought about you before, when I'm in my bed by myself you know? I get awful lonely. And today I just...you were touching me and being the Sheriff and..."

You trailed off as you watched his quizzical eyes change into something altogether hungrier. Suddenly he was on you. His hands in your hair. His tongue in your mouth. His fingers caressing your breast. You shuddered as if all of the air had escaped from your body at once and then kissed him back, your hands eagerly clutching his face, grateful to have the use of your arms this time.

Lee was ecstatic to hear you talking candidly about your desire for him. The mere idea of you touching yourself while thinking of him was almost too much to bear. He only wished he could've seen it for himself and then lend you a hand. Today was full of surprises, but it proved that he had severely underestimated you. Clearly there was more to the stuck up widow than meets the eye.

He pulled you roughly onto his lap without breaking the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body before finding their home in your underwear. His finger coiled around the fabric as he began to rub your clit and you moaned into his mouth. You began to grind against him, feeling his erection pressing into you.

"You've always been so sexy honey...uhh" he groaned as he felt your wetness on his fingers and your body rubbed into his. "Have always thought so. Ohh fuck. In the diner...oh...I think about...fucking you over the counter..uhhh. Sometimes I just wanna lift your uniform up and...ohh shit. And then today...it was like all my Christmases came at once. Uhhhh. I can't have just one taste baby..I can't".

You were thrilled that he had been thinking about you too. You knew he was looking at you in the diner during those fleeting moments where you'd caught his eye.

He lifted you up higher to get a better angle but your butt hit the car horn as you moved, startling you both, freezing you on the spot in case someone had spotted you. 

It broke the trance.

"Lee...we gotta stop" you plead as you try to get your breathing back to normal. "Anyone could see us. We're on a main road. I'm sorry. We can't".

You re-align your underwear and climb off him back into the passenger seat, your crotch now sodden from his touch.

Lee groans and adjusts his achingly hard cock through his pants. He knows you're right, this is a busy road connecting to the town which many use. Even now he can see some traffic appearing in the mirror coming up behind. He doesn't really care who knows but he knows you do, and he wants to keep you sweet. Plus he doesn't want people in his business. 

Your mind races as Lee pulls away again and continues along the road. You hadn't exactly thought very far ahead when you kissed him back in the woods. It clearly wasn't a one-time thing if seconds ago he was fingering you in the front seat. What now? Was this just what the two of you did from now on? What did it mean? What if he told people? You didn't really want to be sneaking around with the Sheriff. Plus, you didn't know if you were ready for this yet. And even if you were, you wanted to be courted, charmed, a gentleman bringing you flowers and taking you to the movies...not ripping your panties and splitting you in two out in the woods.

But God, it had felt good.

Lee just did something to you that you'd never experienced before in your life. He reverted you to your base instincts. Every rational thought or logical step just flew out the window. There was no past or future, no thoughts about consequences, just he and you in that present moment. You just wanted him to tear you apart, devour you. Your desire for him was primal. Your body cried out for him.

"Home sweet home" murmured Lee.

You realised you were lost in thought, not paying attention while he had pulled into your driveway. Lee was right earlier, your car was parked up just like he said it was. He handed you your keys.

"Thank-you for the ride, Lee" you said shyly.

"Just doin' my duty, sweetie" he replied. You could see that he was examining you, maybe still hard from your brief dalliance on his lap.

Every logical part of you told you to go inside and let everything blow over for a few days, hunker down and then come back into town for your next diner shift and hope the residents had moved on from your little display – all the while avoiding the Sheriff as best you could and hoping another young lady would catch his eye to keep him busy.

"Did you wanna come in for a coffee Sheriff? To thank you for the lift?" you found yourself asking. So much for your plan, then.

He grinned. "Why thank-you, sugar. That'd be great".

Once you gotten inside he'd taken his hat off and was looking around at your place. You were just at the sink getting the water for the coffee when you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist, lips warm and sloppy against your neck as eager hands found their way up your torso.

You moaned softly, dropping the coffee maker onto the counter and leaning back into him, allowing him to sweep you away. He spun you around to face him and gave you a lingering kiss, he tasted faintly of whisky and sugar and if you wondered if he'd snuck a snifter of liquor alongside his afternoon doughnut at the station. His hands were quick across your chest, your hips, as if you'd be snatched away from him at any moment.

"Lee we shouldn't..." you pleaded feebly against him, but your arms had their own ideas as they locked around his wide back and drew him closer. You shut your eyes as your lust took over once more and cupped his crotch. You could feel he was rock hard and he groaned a little as your fingers grazed him.

He vaulted you up onto the sink so that your ass teetered over the edge and your legs swung against the counter. You can hear him panting, the urgency building within him. Then he dropped to his knees and lifted your dress for the second time that day. He removed your underwear again, the ones he had bought you to replace the pair he destroyed, rolling them down your legs more carefully now and discarding them behind him. You opened your legs without even thinking about it, a Pavolvian response to his touch. He looked up at you briefly and your breath hitched in your throat as his steely blue eyes tore through you. It was as if you were the only woman in the world, when he looked at you like that. You didn't stand a chance.

He then buried his face between your legs, consuming you greedily like a starving man finally offered a meal. It sent waves of pleasure through your body as his tongue seemed to vibrate against you, playing you like an instrument.

Your fingers clawed through his hair and you bucked hard against his face, riding him so hard you momentarily worried he couldn't breathe. But he moaned against you, embracing every movement, lapping at you insatiably. You pressed your hand up against the kitchen window behind you, wondering how you might appear to anyone wandering up your lawn.

"Oh, Lee" you cried out, arching your back and throwing your head to the ceiling. "Oh God, yes Lee, yes...just like that, oh God".

Your cries were like Lee's favourite song, spurring him on and causing his cock to twitch, aching to be inside of you.

As you felt your orgasm swell, you suddenly remembered how Lee had ejaculated deep inside of you earlier, and that you had not been home since. The thought of Lee tasting himself on you as he feasted was so obscenely filthy that it pushed you over the edge – you came hard, shattering into a thousand little pieces and losing your balance - slipping backwards into the sink and slamming your back against the faucet. But you barely noticed as you relished the aftershocks of your climax.

Lee jumped to his feet and kissed you roughly, transferring the slicked remains of your orgasm onto your own face. You moaned at the obscenity of it, licking his lips with your eager tongue and swallowing your own residue. He watched you intently, fascinated by your performance.

"God...look at you" he muttered in awe.

He took you into his arms which made you giggle, you loved the way he lifted and threw you around effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. He strolled forcefully into the living room and planted you both down in an armchair, with you straddling his lap. He made quick work of unbuckling his belt and throwing his pants and briefs down onto the carpet. You pulled your dress off as he unclipped your bra, burying his head between your breasts. You could feel his cock digging into you angrily from underneath.

He sat back for a second and looked you up and down, taking you all in. His hand tenderly pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, the gentleness of it catching you off guard.

But then it was like a switch was flicked again and he was back to it. He took his cock in one hand and pumped it a few times, then grabbed your hips and pulled you down on top of him, filling you entirely to the hilt. You wheezed as he entered you. It was already a lot when he penetrated you from behind earlier, but now with you on top you felt utterly impaled, as if your organs would need to rearranged in order to accommodate him.

He chuckled at your startled expression and adjusted you slightly to get the angle he wanted.

"Get bouncin', hon" he demanded.

So you did.

It was almost painful at first due to his huge size but it became easier each time, your hips gyrating up and down as you found the tempo he wanted. His strong fingers guided your hips and you threw your arms around his shoulders for support, using him as a launch pad. Soon it began to feel incredible, he was perfectly hitting your g spot with each thrust. Your breasts jiggled obscenely giving Lee the ultimate view. He was in ecstasy, leaning back in the chair and gritting his teeth, a low whine filling the room as he occasionally slapped your ass.

"That's my good girl" he muttered in your ear. "You're so tight, baby. You love bouncing on my big cock, don't you sweetness?"

You whimpered in response, galvanised by his dirty talk you began to go harder.

You could see he was close, the soft whining was getting louder and he was gripping the sides of the chair, his eyes screwed shut. It was so erotic for you to see him like that, so deep in the pleasure fog and all because of you. You were suddenly struck by inspiration.

"Lee?" you asked breathlessly.

"Yes, babydoll?" he groaned.

"Where would you like to finish?" you asked.

His eyes flew open, startled by the sordid proposition. He stared up at you with an intense yearning, his expression hungry.

"Anywhere you want, baby" you cooed. "Anywhere you want".

He groaned then quickly ripped you off of him, throwing your exhausted body onto the floor beneath.

"Get on your knees, sweetie" he barked as he pumped himself with his hand.

You obeyed, swaying slightly as you kneeled for him – your legs like jello from your exertion.

Lee tucked two fingers under your chin then leant over you with his cock in his other hand. With a long moan he came hard over your face, splattering across your mouth, nose, cheeks, eyelashes. He cried out, his legs buckling from the ferocity of his climax. He groaned as he looked down at you, overwhelmed by the sight of his release sliding down your awestruck visage. Marking you as his.

"Just when I thought you couldn't be any more be beautiful..." he chuckled.

You were shocked. Horrified, actually. You had never done anything like this before and the degradation of the act had astounded you. It was as if someone else had taken over your body and told him he could finish where he wanted.

But it was you. This is what you wanted. And as shocking as it was to you, you had loved every second of it.

You grinned up at Lee, making a show of running your fingers across your cheeks and sucking on each of them lasciviously. He gasped at the profane act, unable to comprehend his luck as a slow smile spread across his face.

"Honey, I have never in my life wanted to back to work less than I do right now".

[sebastiansluts]

Rooooose HNY!! 🍾 I have this idea floating around my head of Lee and Nick roughly sharing innocent reader during a police interrogation (both bad cop obv). Maybe coercive/degrading with cock bulge and flooding her with come? Pls make my horny dream come true…

Happy New Year babe!!! You inspired me 😝 Thanks for getting me writing again!! ❤️

Lee Bodecker x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader; rough sex, manipulation, coercion, degradation, oral sex m receiving, vaginal sex, double penetration in one hole, face slapping

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

You had witnessed a murder, and you were being held in an interrogation room in the police station, for your safety you had been told. You had finally stopped shaking, but it was kind of cold in the room, and someone had taken back the blanket the nice police officer had given you, leaving you in just your pajamas, shorts and a cami. You were alone, but the door suddenly opened and two men walked in, talking to each other and ignoring you.

“Yeah, I turned ‘em off, we’re good,” one of the men said, tall but with a slight gut, as he turned to face you. “Honey, I’m Sheriff Bodecker, this here is Agent Fowler. We’re gonna ask you some questions, make sure you’re tellin’ the truth on everythin’, and we’ll let you go home. Now darlin’, why don’t you tell me why you think you’re here?” Sheriff Bodecker asked, and you blinked up at him, starting to shiver. 

“Um, I saw something bad and you need to ask me about it?” you said hesitantly, more question than statement, and Agent Fowler snorted where he stood in the back of the room. You turned to look at him, but Sheriff Bodecker grabbed your chin and directed you back to him. 

“You keep your eyes on me honey, don’t make me remind you again,” the sheriff said, and your brows furrowed as you tried to remember when he said it the first time. “Oh darlin’, you’re tryin’ real hard to think aren’t you, but I need you to not think. That’s how we’ll get the right information, and you wanna help with that,” he said, and you blinked at him in confusion, but nodded, because of course you wanted to help get the right information.

“I wanna help-” you cut off as Sheriff Bodecker popped you on the cheek. You tried to pull away but his grip on your chin turned tight, forcing you to stay where you were. 

“I knew this one was an idiot, but if she can’t even remember we told her not to speak unless asked a direct question, how will she remember the information?” Agent Fowler spoke up, walking out of the slight shadows into the light, standing behind the sheriff’s shoulder. 

You tried to remember when they said that, but you couldn’t, and now you were starting to worry you had forgotten something important with what you had seen. You opened your mouth to apologize, then shut it, realizing he wasn’t talking to you, so you shouldn’t speak. 

Agent Fowler and Sheriff Bodecker exchanged a glance, smiles growing on their faces. You smiled too, happy that you had done something right. Agent Fowler saw and started snickering, nudging the sheriff. 

“I think it’s time,” he said, and Sheriff Bodecker nodded, releasing your chin and as Agent Fowler stepped around the table, pulling you in your chair out from under it. He picked you up, setting you on your feet and you fiddled with your skirt as he moved the chair, standing behind you. You tried to turn to look at him, but he smacked your ass as the sheriff smacked your cheek. 

“I said, eyes on me. Looks like we’re gonna have to help you remember that darlin’, seems you’re already forgettin’ too much. Gonna be a problem gettin’ that information we need,” Sheriff Bodecker reminded you and you shook your head, determined to help, staring into his eyes and running through everything you had seen, reliving that horrible moment trying to remember if you’d forgotten anything.

Your brain was starting to hurt, and you could feel tears building, from going over what you’d seen, but you were certain you had it all right in your head now. You were so focused you barely noticed what was happening around you, Sheriff Bodecker stepping back and maintaining eye contact as his hands moved below his waist. You couldn’t tell what he was doing, but you didn’t look away from his eyes, even as you were pressed down onto the table, tits cold against the metal. You gasped and suddenly Sheriff Bodecker was right in front of you, and his dick was pushing into your open mouth. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it darlin’, relax,” the sheriff groaned, his dick moving down your throat, choking you. Your hands slapped down on the table, trying to move away, but Agent Fowler was right behind you, holding you in place with a hand on your back. His crotch was tight against your ass, and you flailed when you realized his pants were down too. 

Agent Fowler smacked your ass hard, jolting you and making you swallow around the sheriff’s dick, Bodecker swearing as you did. “He said ‘relax’, idiot, this is the process,” Agent Fowler said, pulling your shorts down with his free hand and kicking your legs apart. He rubbed his dick along your folds and swore. “Fucking idiot doesn’t even know her own body- when you get wet down there, you need to plug up the hole drăguţă (baby), and you’re leaking like a broken sink.”

You didn’t know why you were so wet, but he was right, you were practically dripping, still choking on Sheriff Bodecker’s dick. He pulled out partially as Agent Fowler lined up and pushed into your cunt, groaning as your walls gripped him. The sheriff thrust back into your mouth, filling it and stretching your jaw wide, making you clench even harder on Fowler.

“Lee, you’ve gotta get in this cunt, it’s the tightest one I’ve ever had,” Agent Fowler muttered, and Sheriff Bodecker pulled out of your throat, you gagging and swallowing spit as Agent Fowler began thrusting into you hard. 

“Get her on the table then, we need her legs open.” Sheriff Bodecker came around behind you as Agent Fowler pulled out of you, the two of them manhandling you over onto your back, your legs up in the air, spread as wide as they would go. Fowler immediately slid back into your cunt, making you shout as your head came off the table, looking down at where you were joined. 

“Come on Lee, get in here,” Agent Fowler said, and the sheriff joined him, his dick still wet with your spit, sliding along your wet folds and bumping Fowler’s dick before starting to press in beside it. 

You nearly screamed, Fowler slapping a hand over your mouth to block the noise as you were stretched, too much too fast, your head banging back down on the table as you cried behind the agent’s hand. Sheriff Bodecker was swearing, inching his way into you, and every time you thought he was done, another inch slid into you.

When they were both finally in you, as far as they could get, they began thrusting, out of turn with each other, always keeping you stuffed full of cock. They held your legs up and open, forcing you to stay spread apart for them. They were grunting and groaning, your cries muffled behind Agent Fowler’s hand still.

“Quiet drăguţă, don’t want anyone else joining us, do you?” Fowler asked, and you shook your head, cutting off your babbling, inhaling sharply every time they hit your spot. “Good girl,” he said mockingly, and you gasped as Sheriff Bodecker slapped your cheek again. 

“How many times I gotta tell ya, eyes on me, darlin’,” he growled, and you felt tears in your eyes falling as your cheek stung, but you looked back at him, meeting his gaze. 

They both thrust into you at the same time, and you couldn’t help but cry out as you were abruptly and completely filled. Agent Fowler groaned, tapping Sheriff Bodecker and pointing down at your stomach. He moaned in surprise, and you had to glance down, shock hitting you as you saw a bulge in your stomach.

It disappeared when they pulled out, then reappeared as they thrust in again, breath punched out of you. They kept going, staring transfixed at the bulge of their cocks in you, and both groaned when you suddenly came, tightening on them so much they couldn’t move, trapped in your pulsing cunt. 

Sheriff Bodecker swore, coming hard and flooding you with cum. Agent Fowler rolled his eyes and began thrusting again, the sheriff staying inside you as he kept coming, filling you up. Agent Fowler couldn’t hold back for very long though, sliding through all that slick wetness inside you, and he came easily, burying himself in your cunt and pumping you full of his cum too. 

By the time they were both done, you were dripping with cum, it leaking out from around their softening cocks. They slipped out of you, and cum poured out of your messy, slightly gaping cunt. Sheriff Bodecker stooped down and picked up your shorts, putting them back on your legs and pulling them up until they were sitting on your hips, collecting the cum and soaking it up. 

They pulled you up from the table, bringing the chair back and sitting you down in it, your head feeling heavy, body moving slowly, mind foggy.  “Now, about those questions darlin’...”