#soft!dark lee bodecker

[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

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

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

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

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

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker

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

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

masterlist 📚 

kinktober masterlist😈 

AO3 Link 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thezombieprostitute]

Those bitches! Absolutely makes me sick when people have to ruin another person's happiness. 😤

I sure as hell hope they can work through this. I'm also glad she got to see what Lee's like when he's angry. It's very important to know how someone loses their temper.

Dream of a Girl

Part 3

Chapter summary: you have your first date, and it is amazing, but things at work put a damper on your happiness.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: around 5000

Warnings: bullying, calling names for a bit (both others as reader, keeping it tame but it's there), shenanigans in public, lee being an eager man, meltdown\panic attack, neurodivergent reader, small town gossiping, minors DNI

Notes: thanks for anyone commenting and\or reblogging, it means so much to me and genuinely makes me happy!!💕 I love everything about this story, it's crazy. It just suits me.

Masterlist * Series masterlist

Part 1 * part 2

〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

Your mother knew you were going on a date. She looked at you with the expression she wore when she was worried and wanted to say something, but she kept quiet. She helped you with picking out an outfit. Did your hair the way you liked, and lent you her favorite necklace. It hung above your chest real pretty.

You were a bit of a mess the time before Lee came to pick you up. You paced back and forth in your room for an hour, murmuring the lines of your favorite book to help calm you. Nothing really worked. Your heart was beating firmly in your chest and your hands were shaking. You kept the door closed because you didn’t want your parents to come bother you. Or ask questions. 

Your mother didn’t know it was the sheriff who came to pick you up. You weren't ready to share it with them. It was all very new. And this was the first date. He might realize he didn’t like you all that much, soon. No need to get your hopes up.

At one minute before 1pm you grabbed your bag and coat and greeted your parents. Walking down the path of your house you saw him driving up. As he slowed down you waited patiently until he stopped. He got out and smiled.

“I was going to come pick you up and escort you to the car.”

Oh. you bit your lip. “But then my parents would see you.”

He frowned. “Am I a dirty secret, sweetheart?”

You blinked rapidly. “No.”

“You don’t want them to see me with you?”

“I don’t want them to…” You hesitated, thinking. “It’s new, just us. I don’t know how it will be when they know.”

“You want to keep me for yourself for a bit, huh?” he grinned.

You nodded.

He hummed, pleased. “Well, can’ say I mind that. You wanna get in the car, sweetheart?”

You nodded and went to grab the door handle, but he walked around the car to open it for you.

You felt heat creep up your neck at the gesture. It was romantic. Like the movies you sometimes watched. But now you were the girl in the scene. You got in and he waited until you had gathered your skirt, before he closed the door and walked to the driver's seat.

“I think you look great, Sweetheart. You’re all dolled up prettily. Can’t believe you are letting me take you out.”

You ducked your head and hummed, biting your lip. You eyed him from the side of your eyes as he eyed you. He drove you towards your destination, and you spent the time in pleasant silence.

Sometimes you looked over at him and observed him. He had a bit of a double chin, but his lips were full and his eyes were the bluest of blue you had ever seen. He was handsome, and he acted with such confidence. He never seemed to be afraid. Came with the job perhaps. But he always seemed to know how to react or what to say. Sometimes he confused you, but often it felt nice to let him lead.

He picked the local ice cream shop, there was only one in town. He picked vanilla, and you picked chocolate. At some point as you were eating your treat, he leaned over and scooped up some of yours.

You blinked. That wasn't something you did. Neither did your parents after the tantrums you used to throw if someone unexpectedly grabbed something of yours. You blinked again and looked away, biting your lip so hard it hurt.

You shouldn’t get agitated. He was paying for this after all. But…he had just taken it. Without asking. If he had asked, you would have let him. It would be okay. But now he just did it. You weren’t even aware of the frown on your face until he said your name softly.

As you looked up he was staring at you. “You’re angry,” he stated.

“I…” you frowned harder. “You shouldn’t just take something without asking if it’s okay.”

He laughed. “You’re telling me off?”

You said nothing to that. You had been very clear, you thought.

“Alright, you don’t like that? When people take your things?”

“It’s polite to ask and see if someone says yes.” You said again. Had he never been taught this? “I don’t like it, no. It upsets me.”

He stared at you for a moment, contemplating and then shrugged. “Alright, i won't do it again. I promise. Next time I’ll ask.”

You nodded. And continued eating. 

“You want to try mine?” he offered with a big grin. 

You thought about it and watched his ice cream. “Yes.”

He pushed the bowl towards you and you scooped something up and tasted it. Sweet. Much sweeter than yours. You eyed him shortly. 

“You want some of mine?”

“If I'm allowed.”

He was smiling, he was teasing, you realized. “Yes, I offered.”

He hummed as he scooped some of yours up, and he licked the spoon when he was finished, as your eyes followed his tongue glide over the metal.

You suddenly realized he wasn’t wearing his uniform today. He wore a white shirt with a blue jacket. He looked relaxed and he was wearing cologne. He smelled nice. Even if you liked his natural scent better.

“You look nice.” you blurted out.

He froze and stared at you. Then he swallowed and his voice cracked a little as he replied. “You think so?”

“Yes.” you nodded. I like the jacket.”

“I remember you like blue, so.”

You lowered your eyes again and nodded, a pleased smile appearing on your lips.

“Thank you for the compliment, sweetheart. That does a man well.”

You didn't know how to reply, so you kept quiet.

“You want to take a walk with me? The weather is nice, the park might be nice for a stroll.”

You nodded and he got up to pay.

As you walked past the trees, sunlight hitting your face pleasantly - it wasn't too warm, just right - he talked about himself. His job, a little bit about his family, the way he planned to renovate his house to make it more comfortable. You listened, humming or nodding your head as you went. And he asked you questions too. What things you liked, what you did when you weren't working, what book you were currently reading. You liked that question the most. It was easy talking about something you knew. Something you loved. He listened, apparently not getting bored, his eyes moving over your face like he wanted to catch every expression of it. 

“I talk too much,” you suddenly stopped, ducking your head. You knew you had a tendency to go on and on when you liked something, and not everyone appreciated it. 

“No, I love hearing what you think,” he replied, and your head shot up to face him. He was looking kind, wrinkles around his eyes as he somewhat smiled at you, and you shuddered a little with the pleasant thrill that went through you. 

“I don't want to bother you.”

“You aren't. I asked you a question, didn't I? And I love how you light up talking about it. You're so pretty when you're happy.”

You ducked your head again, still not used to being compliments. “I'm not pretty,” you whispered. 

His finger lifted your chin towards him. “And I'm telling you, you are. Prettiest in this whole town. Look at you, all dolled up, pretty as a peach. It's for me isn't it?”

The way his voice lowered at the last sentence sent heat through your body. You nodded, breathless.

“I know. You let me take you out, show you around, showing people you're with me. You have no idea what it does to me.”

“What it does to you? What- what does it do to you?” You stuttered, getting a bit dazed with how close he suddenly was, how good he smelled. 

He stepped even closer and seemed to push you at the same time, until your back hit a tree, with him towing above you. His face looking down was greedy, he was biting his lip and licking it, and his mouth looked so red afterwards, you couldn't stop staring at it.

“Look at you, by my side like you're supposed to. I'm feeling real lucky, sweetheart. Having such a beautiful girl next to me, enjoying my company. Looking at me the way you do now. Makes me think all sorts of thoughts.”

“Good thoughts?” You whimpered. His smell had thickened and it was making your knees tremble. 

“Thoughts I should not be saying in public,” he murmured. “I shouldn't even be speaking them to you. Real improper of me. Things you shouldn't be doing until you're married, things a good girl would have to wait for.”

You swallowed, it was getting real hot here, was the temperature rising? It should've been cooler under the tree, but you felt like sweat was beginning to pour down your neck. 

“But you're such a good girl it makes me want to be a little naughty.”

“Naughty?” You eeked.

His finger trailed down your neck and you made a strange noise.

“We're in public.”

Yes, you were. It wasn't crowded, and the tree provided a little bit of shelter, but not much. If you were spotted it would be considered indecent. Yet you did nothing to stop him. It felt like your body was frozen. Completely focused on him. Nothing else seemed to matter. 

“A kiss won't be too bad, would it? People kiss on dates. A tiny peck. You will be fine with it, won't you, sweetheart?”

You stared at his lips and breathed a “yes”, before he was already there. His tongue still tasting like vanilla.

One of his hands on your hips. Possessive. Like he was showing everyone you were good. You mewled. He pressed himself against you and his scent was all around you, numbing your senses and lightening them up at the same time. There was just him. 

“Shh,” he whispered, as he continued to peck your lips and then your neck. “Gotta be quiet, we don't want anyone to spot us, do we? God, imagine if they find us here. You're all worked up. Smelling of me.” He groaned and pressed his pelvis further against you, your knees buckled.

“They will all know you're mine. No one would even look at you after, they would know. This is mine.”

His hand went under the skirt of your dress before you could comprehend it. His fingers brushed softly over your panties and you gasped. He shouldn't be doing this, somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it. This was - improper, as he said - he was - you - in public! But his fingers softly stroked over you and you couldn't stop him. You felt so much, you felt everything. And his scent was so heavy you felt like you were floating. 

He groaned and pressed his face in your neck, softly sucking on your gland and you broke. Shuddering in his arms, his fingers slowed their peace but he was still focused on that spot in your neck, you felt his teeth slightly. 

It took ages to calm down, but when you did he looked flushed and eager down at you. Like he didn't want to ever look away. 

“Look at you.”

You felt him against you. It was so different to you, you know this was what the books were talking about. He was.. aroused. His manhood pressed against you eagerly and he moved a little, like he wanted to be even nearer. 

“I can't wait very long, sweetheart. I'm trying to be real nice here, give you a proper courting, but you're making it hard for me.” He chuckled. “Girl like you deserves better than a public claiming.” He sighed, disappointed, and pulled back. “Give me a minute, darling. I just need to calm down a little.”

Was he agitated? Calm down? He acted a little strange, looking at the distance and not you. Had you done anything wrong? Should you have pushed him back? You had not stopped him, maybe he was disappointed you were easy. Tears pricked in your eyes and you looked down. Suddenly the joy you felt turned into despair.

“Hey, no, no sweetheart, no. Come on, look at me. I'm not mad.” He was suddenly holding you, and softly brushing the hair out of the nape of your neck. “I'm not mad, I just… a man can't walk around showing his excitement to the rest of the world, okay? I needed to have a moment to be fit for public, that's all.”

He wasn't mad? You pressed your face into his chest, not caring if you'd smear your makeup into his clothes.

“You did so well. I'm so proud.” He murmured the words in your ears.

“Looking so beautiful, responding so well to me. How easily you - god help me, you're just making me hard again.”

You clung to him, like he was a lifeline you needed to breathe. He let you, and held you softly, rocking you back and forth, and it was comforting. Even if his…his thing pressed against you. 

“Going to be the death of me, “ he said softly, groaning. “But I wouldn't want it to be anyone else.”

-

He saw you every day now. Picking you up from work. Taking you for a walk, or simply sitting in the car making out. You did that now! Making out. His hands couldn't help wandering, but he told you he tried to be decent. Tried to take his time. He gave you flowers. And candy. He complimented you every day how nice you looked. 

He seemed pleased and happy. Different from the stern man you had seen him to be, patrolling through town, talking to people. He was lighter somehow. A power in his step as he walked towards you. You couldn't believe you were the reason for it, maybe you just never saw it before? 

You smelled like him. You had to tell your parents there was someone. You liked him. They wanted to meet and you knew it was proper. You told him. 

He groaned a little. “I know. I should officially meet them. It's only right. Do you think they'll accept me?”

You blinked. Why wouldn't they? And it's not like you had any other suitors lying in wait. 

“I mean, I'm a little older than you. And not everyone is too fond of me.”

You thought of what words you wanted to use. “You don't want to meet them?” You sounded unsure. Suddenly filled with doubt. Maybe he wasn't prepared to move ahead with courting you. Maybe with the prospect of making this real, an official claim, he realized it wasn't what he wanted. Not wanted you. 

“Hey, hey!” His fingers stroked your cheek, bringing your focus back on him. “Don't do that. Don't worry, it's not you. I'm just a little worried they will deny me.”

You eyed him, then nodded, and looked away. “I think they won't. They like you. They said you treated me fair, when I got into trouble? You weren't mean to me. You treated me right.”

“Only fair to, sweetheart, you didn't even know what you were doing, they had set you up. I could see that. I could tell you were a good girl then. And you listened to me, didn't you? Never got into trouble again.”

You nodded firmly. Yes, you had. Made very sure. Always followed the rules.

“Because you're my good girl, ‘ey? Listen so well to what I say. Always so good, so sweet.” He was putting on that voice again, like he was getting lost in his own thoughts, you had that as well, when you were daydreaming about the stories in your head and you lost sight of the real world. But when he did it, it often ended in kisses. 

He was looking at you like you were a delicious meal and he was starving. Leaning over, he grabbed you and pressed his mouth against you, slipping his tongue in soon after. Making you feel all dazed again.

“Of course I'm going to meet your parents. I'm going to be on my best behavior. Show them we're a good match. That I'll treat you right. Might not be the best man, but I'll be the best husband for you.”

You didn't even have room to reply, his mouth kept covering yours, and his hands were soon brushing your chest in a way that entwined your scents so deliciously. 

You came home too late that day, and your parents scolded you for the first time in years. Which made you feel terrible, but you also didn't know how to explain that you simply couldn't think straight around him. It was your fault, but it also wasn't, and you were afraid they wouldn't understand that even if you told them.

-

Another long day at work. But you had something to look forward to now. Lee would pick you up afterwards and bring you home. Maybe (definitely) there would be kissing. And maybe his hands would make you feel good again. You typed away, not really paying attention to the words, automatically making corrections and filing it away once you were done. 

Soon you were going to ask your parents to invite Lee over to dinner, to meet them officially. You didn't know where it would lead, but he wanted to keep seeing you. So they had to know. It was proper. Your parents were supposed to say that you could keep seeing each other. You hoped they did. You thought they would. But perhaps you were wrong. 

You bit your lip, suddenly freezing at the thought they might not approve. 

There was a chance. He was a bit older than you. And there were those rumors about him. And you had been letting him get a little further than you should've.

You were lost in thought until you heard loud giggling nearby. Some of your co-workers took a short break, getting some water at the small kitchenette. You started typing again, hoping to pick up work again so you'd be finished on time.

They were whispering loud, however, it was distracting you. You frowned, but tried to not let it bother you. It was too nearby, and the giggling and hushed voices started getting louder and louder, until it felt like it was pounding in your head. You stared at your paper and involuntarily listened in. 

“...no!”

“No, she did. She said it was the two of them.”

“He wouldn't. Not with her. She must've misunderstood.”

“They were walking together.”

“Maybe he was bringing her home. Bet she gets lost all the time. I'm telling you she's got a screw loose in that head of hers.”

“Pa always said there's something wrong with her, but no, Janey really did see them, kissing.”

A loud screech sounded, but Doris tried to shush it quickly, some people nearby were giving the three of them looks. 

Dread started to come over you, you had a suspicion, but weren't sure, that you knew who they were talking about. Looking up, two of them had their backs turned at you, but the other was glancing over at you with a look like the cat got the cream. You hurriedly looked down at your work, but you couldn't focus at all anymore.

“Who would want to kiss her? Maybe he felt pity for her?

“Well, she's not ugly.”

“So what, who wants a faulty wife? Can you imagine her at his side? It would be shameful, surely he can do better.”

“He's getting older, he hasn't found his mate yet, maybe he's getting desperate. To settle for her, he must be. It's a shame, because he can find a lot more willing Omegas. He's the sheriff, he could have his pick. Can't believe he'd choose her.”

You stood up abruptly, the chair making a weird noise, dragging unwanted attention to you. You bit your lip as you walked away. Rushing to the bathroom, you got into a stall and locked it. Your thoughts were tumbling through each other. All those words they said, they were talking about you and Lee…there could be no one else. 

Shameful, that's what they called it. It was shameful he had interest in you. And what had they said could be the reason? Settling. He was getting desperate. Like that could be the only reason he would want you. 

They were right, he could pick anyone. So, why you? You tried really hard not to cry, but you were, you felt it. You sat on the seat of the toilet and rocked back and forth. You couldn't lose it. You were at work. You should hold it in after hours. But this was a lot to take in. 

You liked Lee. He had been kind to you. But, you knew he could do better. A wife who could be seen with him, who he could be proud of. Who could look after him and organize dinner parties or talk to people. …Look them in the eyes. You tried. You tried really hard to, but you often forgot. 

He couldn't show you off. Or praise you. What was there to praise? People would laugh at you. People would laugh at him. 

They would think he chose wrong.

Your eyes shifted left to right, trying to find something safe to focus on. Your heart was racing, and you didn't know what to do to calm down. You wanted your mother. But how could you even reach her from here. Even if you walked to your desk and called her, you were at work! She couldn't help you here. She couldn't do anything to those…wenches! You knew they wanted to hurt you. But, they did. And you couldn't unhear what they said.

You thought long and hard. Lee was going to meet your parents soon. After that it would be official, it would be expected that he was serious about you. But he hadn't seemed too eager to meet them. Perhaps, he wasn't worried they would accept him, but he knew that it would set things in stone. Maybe he was hesitant, because he had never planned to make this step. He was looking for a wife, not a nutjob.

You were trembling now, pressing your fingers to each other, 1, 2, 3 , 4, start again. 1, 2, 3, 4. Over and over, breathing during it. You had to calm down. You had to get through the hours until you could go home. 

Lee was going to pick you up. Your eyes shifted away from the door handle. You couldn't face him. You couldn't see the look on his face, knowing he would settle with you. He could have someone better. 

The more you thought, the more you knew you were right. And though it pained you, it was only right. And the more you were convinced, the more you calmed down. You would be okay. You were okay all along. You didn't need much. 

After you left the bathroom, you walked calmly to your desk. Trying really hard not to look at the three women who loved gossiping about you. Sitting down with your back straight, you picked up a new piece of paper and set to work. After a while, when you were sure the attention was away from you, you picked up the phone and dialed the number.

He picked up, his voice stern until he heard yours.

“You can't pick me up.” You blurted. 

“Oh? Why not?” He sounded surprised.

“My mother wants to buy some fabric after work, so I can't.”

“You're going to doll yourself up for me again?” He joked, and you swallowed. No, not anymore. 

“I will speak to you soon.” You told him. 

He chuckled. “Alright sweetheart, I understand, you're still at work, right? Well, have fun with your momma, although I'll miss you.”

You hummed, not knowing what you could, or should, say. “Have a nice day Lee.”

You hung up. You knew you needed to face him, but not today. Not now you knew what you needed to do.

You finished your work, focusing on every letter, like each of them could pull you through. Until it was fine to leave. You grabbed your coat, feeling worn out and numb. Passing your co-workers without a word. Not that you normally said much to them, but you ignored any goodbye that was thrown your way. 

You walked. Like you had always done. The fresh air on your cheeks, the familiar stone under your shoes. You expected to see his car any minute, but he was nowhere to be seen. He trusted you. But you had lied.

You bit your lip. You had lied. But you felt it necessary. Even if it was wrong. You knew you couldn't tell him over the phone, and you weren't ready to face him. It still made you feel bad. 

You got home safely, earlier than you were lately. You were used to spending more time with Lee in the car, and now your walk took you home faster than the car would've. Your mother took one look at you and approached you. 

“Are you okay?”

You shook your head and burst out crying. She shushed you softly, planting a hand on your shoulder, and when you didn't shrug it away, embraced you with both hands. You pressed yourself against her and sobbed your heart out. 

She let you. Didn't ask until you were ready. And once you pulled back, she waited. 

“I can't see him anymore.”

She seemed worried. “Did he do something?”

You shook your head. "No. But we can't see each other anymore.”

“You don't like him anymore?” She was curious, but tried to hold herself back.

“We aren't compatible. It wouldn't work. It will be fine.” You suddenly sounded very emotionless. You didn't know how else to tell her. Even if you just broke down in front of her. “I thought…maybe, but it's not going to happen.”

“He said that to you?”

You shook your head. “I know. It's for the better. “

She nodded, didn't seem convinced, but what could she say? She didn't even know who you were talking about. Or what happened.

“Maybe you can work things out? Talk about it.” she suggested. 

“Mom, it won't matter.”

“Oh. Okay.” She thought for a moment. It was clear she was distressed for you, but tried to keep it together as she rubbed your shoulder softly. “You want anything, perhaps a glass of lemonade and some cake? Freshly baked, you'll get an extra big piece.”

“Sure.” You could not resist having some comfort food. And there was no use denying yourself. You wanted to indulge yourself in the pleasantries you could have.

-

His car was here. You hesitated, your heart beating out of your chest with how anxious you were, but you needed to be honest. So you stepped in and watched him smile at you. 

“Rough day?” he observed you. 

“A bit.” You said quietly. You had practiced, but you didn't know how to bring it up, nor how he would react.

“I know how I can make you feel better,” he grinned, his scent thickening again. 

You swallowed, you needed to tell him. Now. 

“Lee.”

“What?” He frowned, “Something going on?”

“We need to stop seeing each other.”

His hands tightened on the wheel and he went silent real fast. Then, “Why.”

You swallowed. “We don't work out.” Which was the truth, right? 

“I think we do. I thought you liked me.”

I do. “We are very different. You are busy with work, and so am I. I can't be what you need me to be. And I don't want to regret anything.”

His jaw ticked, you threw a glance at him but quickly kept looking away. You couldn't face him really. “Where is this coming from? Huh? You were all sweet on me, and now you want to break things off? What's going on?!”

He was aggitated and you ducked your head. You were breaking out in a sweat. You didn't like him angry with you. “I just need space.”

“Space?” His tongue rolled in his mouth and his eyes watched the road, his scent had a bitter taste that felt unpleasant in your nose. “You need space? From me.”

“It's all a little too much. And I don't think we've been thinking clearly.”

“So you've been thinking we need space. From each other? Did anyone say anything? Your parents? They don't approve?”

You shook your head, still looking at your lap. “They don't know. I haven't told them. It's me. I know we can't be together.”

“Bullshit!”

You jumped up at his tone and wanted to cry. He smelled awful right now, and he was really angry, and a part of you wanted to soothe him but how could you? You had to get through to him. 

“Lee…”

 “No! Don't you Lee me. Lee is for my girlfriend, if you're not my girlfriend, it's sheriff to you, missy.”

You gulped. “Sheriff,” you mumbled softly.

“You've been leading me on, is that it? Been laughing at me behind my back?”

“No. I wouldn't do that.”

“But you fooled me. Been acting like a good girl, and now you act like I ain't good enough. Thought you were better than that.”

A tear fell down and you wiped it angrily. He was fuming, you have never seen him so angry and you wished you could open the windows to get rid of the smell.

“I can walk.”

“Can't wait to be away from me, can you?” He growled. “No, I'm going to bring you home, because unlike you, I keep my promises.”

You started sobbing, this was terrible. You thought he would understand. Be relieved even. You set him free so he could find a good match. But you hurt his feelings, maybe his pride. And you didn't know how to make it better. 

“I'm sorry.” You bit your lip so hard that you tasted blood.

His eyes shot towards you. “You're not, but don't worry, you will be.”

You swallowed, scared. He was the sheriff, he could hurt you.

“It's for the better,” you helplessly said.

“Shut up! I don't want to hear it.” He shouted and you froze.

Eyeing away from him, you looked out the window and didn't spoke another word. 

When you arrived at your house, he leaned over you too open the door, his scent hurting in your nose.

“Get out.”

Trembling, you climbed out and he closed the door harshly. He left without another glance. You stood there for a while, staring where he had left out of sight, too afraid to move, until your mother found you and guided you back in. Stroking your hair like you were a little kid, and humming a familiar song to try and ease up your nerves. 

Previous * Next part

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Partners in Crime 5

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

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

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker

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

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

The chamomile doesn’t help you sleep. The crisp chill that had you shivering upon your arrival is replaced by the suffocating heat of the bodies on either side of you. Lee snores, an arm under your head, as Lloyd snorts now and then, his hand resting on your hip only to drag away as he shifts unconsciously. Their bare torsos remind you of your own sparse clothing. 

You think of getting up and trying the door but you know it’s locked. You watched them scan their fingerprints to secure it. That’s even scarier than them. The careful preparation in every inch of this place says more than they ever can. 

You wade between paralysis and sniveling. You’re so overwhelmed in the futility of your situation that you can’t quite process it all. Who are these men and how did they find you? Why would an officer of the law do something like this? 

As you wallow in the pit growing ever deeper around you, you can’t help but think you deserve this. There just must be something about you that draws in the worst type of people. Then your mind swings to the only person who ever really cared. The only person who was ever nice to you. Your grandma. 

You just wanted to get her something nice. Even if it was a bit of a splurge, you thought it would be sweet. You can never fully pay her back but you wanted to try. Just for once. 

Your sniffles grow to shaky sobs. You roll over and pull the pillow over Lee’s arm. You bury your face in it and let the horror take over. You hiccup and heave. You’re trapped here forever. You spent all your strength with your ex-husband. You fought your way out but you can’t do it again. 

Even if you did get out, how could you ever live a real life? You’d just expect another man to come along and ruin your life. It’s so much easier to accept that you’re not meant to be happy. You’re insignificant. You’re nothing. Maybe you’re doing the world a favour by disappearing. 

There’s a soft hush and a brush down your shoulder. Lee shifts closer, pulling his arm out as he pets your head. He urges you close to him and cooes. “Whatsa matter, honey? You have a bad dream?” 

He makes you turn to him and your tears spill hotly down your face. You wipe your nose and babble. “I’m never gon-na s-s-see her again.” 

“Mmmph,” Lloyd garbles behind your back as Lee caresses behind your ear. 

“Who, darlin’?” He asks. 

“Gr-gran-grandma,” you gurgle. “I was—was buying her—a pres—ent.” 

“Aw, darlin’, we never said that, did we? Sure ya can see her again. Once you prove to us you’re ready for that,” he coaxes and pulls you closer. Your body quakes violently. “Now ya calm down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” 

“What the hell is all that?” Lloyd grumbles and taps your bottom with his knuckles. 

Lee reaches around you and swipes his hand away, “don’t be mean to the girl. She’s just havin’ a hard night.” 

“I’ll give her a hard night.” Lloyd snickers and rolls onto his side, crushing you between him and the sheriff. “How about it, honey buns? I know just the way to get that tension out.” 

“No, you stop that. Ain’t makin’ it no better.” Lee waves him away and draws you to his side of the bed as he lays back. He guides your head down to his chest as you curl up against him. You don’t dare resist. He seems the safer option, at least for now. 

“Oh, fuck off. Why are you playing teddy bear with her? She knows why she’s here. The way she’s bawling, she definitely knows.” Lloyd’s figure is just discernible in the dark. 

“Please,” you beg. 

“Like I said, we just wanna take care of ya. No needa be scared. And we can be patient. Don’t pay no mind to him. He got a big mouth but he’s same as me. Just wants you nice and cozy.” 

“I mean, come on, anything’s a step up from the last jerk off.” 

“Shut up!” Lee snarls so sharply you whimper. Then Lloyd’s words register and you flinch again. 

“The last... how do you know?” 

“You was mentionin’ your ex,” Lee says. You feel his heart pumping. “Of course, you would leave him if he was a meanie, huh? Nice girl like you. Bet you’re real loyal and sweet. No kinda man be treatin’ you bad, not if they’re a man at all.” 

“Fuck sweet talker.” Lloyd scoffs and the bed moves with his weight. “Well, you two love birds keep it down unless you’re gonna start fucking. I’m beat.” 

“What?” You squeak. 

“Watch your language ‘round the lady,” Lee girds. “Now, honey, like I said, patience. We’ll ease ya in. I said you gotta show you’re ready to see your granny, didn’t I? Well, we gotta prove ourselves too, don’t we?” He rocks you and pets your shoulder, “first, you needa sleep. Ain’t ya tired?” 

“Yes, sir,” you answer and nod, wiping your face your with your palm. 

“So you relax,” he hugs you snugly. “I got ya.” 

You close your eyes. Only because you can’t do anything else. Only because your head pounds and your body sinks. You’re exhausted. You’re spent. Sleep will do you well. Sleep will get you to the morning when you can try to figure this all out. 

You settle in and feel a tickle up your back. Lloyd purrs as he strokes along your spine and you shiver. He moves closer, once more trapping you between them both. You murmur and Lee hushes you again. 

“Relax, you’re hogging all the blankets,” Lloyd sneers and stretches his arm across your bodies. He nestles his hand along your stomach and wiggles against you. You feel something. Something hard. 

“Don’t be messin’ around,” Lee warns. “Sleep.” 

“Yeah, yeah, no one said you were the boss,” Lloyd plays with a fold in your nightie. 

“No, but I’m damn tired. So, settle down and leave her sleep.” 

“I’m tired too, jeez,” Lloyd argues. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle. For tonight.” 

Lee sighs and Lloyd snickers. You keeps your eyes sealed and shudder again. Please, just go away. Just fade into the dark. Sleep, sleep, sleep. 

[sgt-seabass]

𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be updated on when I post please follow @sgt-seabass-library and turn on post notifications.

[thezombieprostitute]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Masterlist💐

Here is the entire list of bouquets I wrote, sorted by character. Not all bouquets have been read/answered so they are currently crossed out, to be updated later. Please let me know if you prefer a different sorting method!

A thousand thanks, again, to everyone who made this possible!

Andy Barber

Idiots in Love, Bookstore, Smut

Ari Levinson

Friends to Lovers; Bookstore; Fluff Grumpy/Sunshine; Mafia; Soft Dark Grumpy/Sunshine; Omegaverse; Smut Idiots in Love; Mafia; Smut Idiots in Love; Omegaverse; Fluff Only one bed; Mafia; Smut

Bucky Barnes

Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Fluff Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Soft Dark Grumpy Sunshine; Mafia; Fluff Grumpy/Sunshine; Omegaverse; Smut Idiots in Love; Coffee Shop; Fluff Rivals to Lovers; Academia; Fluff Rivals to Lovers; Soulmate; Smut

Curtis Everett

Forced Proximity; Soulmate; Smut Friends to Lovers; Bookstore; Smut Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Fluff Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Platonic Idiots in Love; Soulmate; Fluff Secret Dating; Omegaverse; Fluff

Hal Carter

Only One Bed; Soulmate; Fluff

Jake Jensen

Fake Dating, Soulmate; Smut Friends to Lovers; Omegaverse; Smut Grumpy/Sunshine, Flower Shop, Fluff Idiots in Love; Flower Shop; Smut Secret Dating; Academia; Smut

Johnny Storm

Rivals to Lovers; CEO/Corporate; Fluff

Jonathan Pine

Fake Dating; CEO/Corporate; Fluff Only one bed; CEO/Corporate; Soft Dark

Lee Bodecker

Forced Proximity; Flower Shop; Dark

Lloyd Hansen

Forced Proximity; Mafia; Soft dark

Mace

Fake Dating; Omegaverse; Platonic

Nick Fowler

Forced Proximity; CEO/Corporate; Soft Dark Rivals to lovers; Academia; Smut

Ransom Drysdale

Arranged marriage; Royal AU; Fluff Fake Dating; CEO/Corporate; Fluff Fake Dating; Shifter; Soft Dark Only one bed; Mafia; Soft Dark Rivals to Lovers, CEO/Corporate, Soft Dark

Steve Rogers

Forced Proximity; Academia; Fluff Forced Proximity; Omegaverse; Soft Dark Forced Proximity; Soulmate; Fluff Grumpy/Sunshine; Flower Shop; Fluff Idiots in Love; Bookstore; Fluff/Smut Idiots in Love; Soulmate; Fluff Only One Bed, Coffee Shop, Fluff Rivals to Lovers; Soulmate; Soft dark

Syverson

Rivals to Lovers; Omegaverse; Dark

Walter Marshall

Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Fluff Grumpy/Sunshine; Omegaverse; Fluff Only One Bed; CEO/Corporate; Soft Dark

[littlelioncub43]

Ok for murderer Monday 😶‍🌫️

Imagine being softdark!Lee's little housewife and getting your period and he gets soooooo protective of you esp. in public and when you're both alone and you're in pain and he's heard that pleasure can fix that sooooo....

AaaaAAAAAAH YES. It's been so long since I wrote for Lee. I need more Lee thots hehe

Home Remedies

Summary: When your period comes with a vengeance, Lee is quick to dote on you. But when the regular methods of pain relief seem to be failing you, Lee suggests another way to make you feel better.

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby doll, baby, nothing crazy), period sex, bleeding (obvi), Lee being Lee which is naturally darker but still very loving, brief mentions of force feeding, dry humping, Lee coming in his pants, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone.

A/N: Holy crap, I accidentally wrote a fic! Look at me go! This was supposed to be short but it turned out to be a full length fic! I'm honestly so surprised and proud of myself. I hope you enjoy it! Hehe let me know how you feel! Comments and reblogs are always welcome! 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Lee made it a point to track your cycle, it made life easier for the both of you. He knew when your attitude was less than agreeable that your monthly was just round the corner, which helped him keep a level head most of the time. He knew when you'd burst into tears because you were out of lemons and he forgot to pick them up from the store, that your monthly was approaching. As much as it drove him up the walls to have you all over the place, he knew there was no avoiding it. Just as there was no avoiding the itch deep inside him to watch over you.

On a good day, Lee had a hard time leaving you at home by yourself. The worry that someone might break in, or something might happen while he's gone lived permanently in the back of his head. No matter how many times that you tell him that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, Lee had a hard time buying it. He just wants to make sure you're safe, that's all.

So when you're curled up in bed way past the time you normally get up, that need to hover around you comes back full swing. You were certain there was a knife in your abdomen, and it was slowly but surely cutting its way through your insides. You were flushed hot, but felt annoyingly chilly at the same time. After 20 minutes of wrestling with the blankets you found a position that didn't hurt.

"Babydoll?" You hear Lee's groggy voice laced with concern from behind you. "You feelin' ok?"

"Cramps," is all you could say through the discomfort. Lee clocked the pained whine in your voice and the waves of tension that radiated off of you immediately.

"Period come early, or your tummy?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, ready to get whatever you needed.

"Period," you grumble softly. He grunts in acknowledgement and makes his way towards the medicine cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and a cool washcloth for your forehead, he could feel the heat emanating from you.

"Here you go, honey," he whispers as he hands you the two pills and the glass of water you keep by your bedside. You swallow them down with some effort, the water settling in your stomach makes you nauseated.

"Thanks," you sigh as he sets the half empty cup down and eases the damp washcloth across your heated skin.

"Y'welcome," he whispers and mozies his way downstairs, ready to call Ida at the station to tell her that he won't be in today. He comes back to bed less than 10 minutes later, lightly buttered toast and a small plate of fruit in hand. You sigh when you see the food, knowing that it's a lot easier to just eat the food rather than argue with him about it. Last time you did, he sat there and basically forced the slices if oranges down your throat. Lesson learned.

Once Lee was satisfied with the amount of food you'd eaten, he tucked you back into bed, this time setting a red towel beneath you to catch any excess blood.

"There you go," he presses a kiss to your face and straightens up, "if y'need anythin', you tell me, alright?"

"I will, honey, thank you," you smile up at him softly. While he still was the rough and burly sheriff of Knockemstiff, you couldn't deny the fact that he loved you to pieces. He gave you that boyish smile that he knows you love so much, and went about his way.

Your little nap lasted for about an hour before the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dull ache was now replaced with piercing pains that shot through you. Deep groans pulled their way from your throat as you writhe in your spot, unwanting to move too much.

"What's the matter?" a concerned Lee ask from the door, your pained groans having alerted him. Unable to answer him, he crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, still in his pajama pants and undershirt. "Is it bad? Want more pills?"

"N-Nooo," you whimper with a shake of your head, you knew they'd do nothing to quell the pain in your abdomen.

"What do you need, honey? Tell me," he sighs softly, his face pinched in pain, mirroring your own grimace. Seeing you like this definitely did a number on him. "Hm?"

"Don't know," you mumble, frustrated that you have no clue what could possibly make this better.

"Wanna try something? I heard it's supposed t'help make everything better," he says, a playful yet caring glint in his eye. He can tell he has your attention now, that you're just desperate enough to want relief no matter how you got it. "They say that gettin' off helps relax the muscles that are crampin', helps you relax. Don't that sound nice?"

Lee tucks a strand of your hair behind your head, smiling when you nuzzle into his palm on instinct. He read about it months ago and was just waiting for the opportunity to put it to the test. Now all he has to do is get you to agree, which he knows is going to be a piece of cake. He watches as you chew over his proposition.

"Gettin' off?" You ask softly, looking up at your husband.

"Yes, babydoll," he leans in closer with a soft nod, slowly but surely moving to hover over you, "gettin' you off... makin' you finish."

It's second nature to spread your thighs for Lee, your body welcoming his own as he cages you in underneath him. You could see the predatory gleam in his eye as he watched you, waiting patiently for your answer. You knew that this was partly for his own pleasure, but the saccharine promise of relief from the pain was enough for you.

"Ok," you nod, your arms moving to lazily sling around his broad shoulders. Lee gives you that pleased smirk that sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy, a welcomed contrast to the shooting jabs and dull aches.

"Alright," he purrs, clearly pleased with your answer, and lowers his body down to yours carefully. You whine softly at the pressure, but he's quick to shush you gently. "It's ok, babydoll, it's alright. Jus' let me take care of everythin', and you be a good girl and relax, hm? All you gotta do is feel good."

He whispers his loving promises into your skin as he peppers tender kisses along your jaw, making his way to your lips. You both let out a shared moan of relief when your lips finally slot together. The slow movements of Lee's unfairly large hands pull your mind away from the discomfort you feel, the further south they travel the heavier you breathe.

"L-Lee," you moan into his mouth when he gently cups your sex, his hooded eyes trained on your face as he holds you in his palm, the heat from your core drove him fucking crazy. He groans softly as he begins to pet you, stroking your mound in slow motions, careful not to push too hard. Your eyes stay shut as small little whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. The feeling of his hand rubbing your sensitive parts has a mixture of arousal and blood gushing out of you, just for Lee to feel.

"That's it, babygirl," he groans, letting his own eyes shut for a moment to just feel the growing wetness of your cunt through your panties. The small sparks of pleasure are soon not enough anymore, and you try to tell him with a gentle nudge of your hips. "Wan' more already?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice. He gives your lips another peck before he's peeling off your panties and discarding them to the floor.

"So wet for me, aren't ya, Sweetheart? Always so wet," he coos as his thick fingers glide easily through your petals. Lee bites his lip when he smells the metalic scent of your blood mixing with the tang of your arousal— he could get used to this.

"Oh my god," you sigh and grip his white undershirt in your fists, your head lolling to the side as he circles your clit in slow, precise movements. You were so fucking sensitive, it was nearly overwhelming. The gentle touches left you burning for more and breathless, then you had Lee above you, watching your every expression with his own hungry gaze, and speaking in that thick drawl— it was dizzying.

"Oh, fuck!" You whimper as a thick finger fills you slowly, your back arches off the bed on instinct. The deep grunt that leaves Lee has you clamping down around his forefinger, his thumb replacing his finger on your clit. Lee was certain he's never been this hard in his life than he is right now, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's providing. His cock flexes against your inner thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

"There you go, baby, there you go," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression you make. The way your nose scrunches, how your eyebrows furrow together when he touches that special spot inside you, the way your gorgeous lips stay parted to let those beautiful moans flow freely. "So fucking beautiful, y'know that? Make me so crazy for ya, Princess, can't get enough a'you, never get enough."

The stretch of another finger joining his first has your hips trying to rut, chasing the pleasure, but Lee's heavy frame keeps you in your spot. He speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt over and over fill the room.

"Oh fuck, y'hear that? Hear how wet you are?" Lee growls, the slick sounds being his undoing. His fingers speed up, keeping their pressure light as he stretches you out. You gasp and moan as the pleasure builds, the tension growing in your lower tummy draws tighter and tighter with each swipe of his thumb against your clit.

"Lee, m'gonna cum!" You gasp and toss your head back, your legs squirming as he works you closer and closer to your high.

"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Gonna make a fucking mess?" His voice is rough, his own hips beginning to rut, humping himself against your thigh for some relief. The act alone sends you shooting higher ans higher towards your crest. "C'mon, honey, I want you t'come for me."

You didn't stand a chance.

"Lee!" You cry out as you finish, your body thrashing as waves of bliss crash down over you again and again. You can hear Lee's pleased grunts in your ear as you clench down around his fingers, his thumb working you through your high. A rush of wetness seeps from your core, coating Lee's hand and dripping down your skin to the towel. It's not long until you feel his covered cock throbbing wildly against you.

"F-Fuck!" He curses harshly as his own end catches up to him, soaking his boxers and pajama pants. Throaty groans resonate through his chest as he rocks against you to milk his high as long as possible. Heavy breaths replace the moans that filled the shared bedroom. Peeling your eyes open, you gaze up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.

Lee sighs and pulls himself from the comfort of your shoulder to look down at you with a soft smile. His face flushed pink and sweat beads his forehead from your activities and shared body heat and you can't help but beam up at him with that same lovesick smile you give him.

"How're y'feelin', Princess, any better?" He asks in a breathless voice. You giggle softly and relax your grip on his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles you left.

"I forgot that's what this was for," you admit bashfully, making him chuckle with you.

"Well, good, then I did my job right."

"You always do, Sheriff Bodecker," you coo and give him a kiss, already feeling more like yourself. Lee groans into the kiss at the title.

"You're a little minx," he whispers in between another kiss before propping himself up on his forearm, giving his attention to his fingers still buried in your cunt. "Fuuuuck me," he groans when he sees the mess you made. A thin layer of blood coats your inner thighs and part of his hand, the glisten of your cum recognizable on your lips and his wrist. Slowly, he withdraws from your pussy, watching intensely as his fingers emerge coated in your essence and blood.

The little whimper you give when he leaves you completely empty has his dick stirring in his trousers. Lee sucks in a deep breath as he brings his fingers from between your legs to get a better look.

"Would y'look at that?" He marvels, mostly to himself, as his fingers gleam in the late morning sunshine. Your face heats up at his actions, embarrassment taking hold as he shows you his bloody, cum covered fingers. Lee's eyes are fixed on his digits as he plays with the strings of wetness for a moment before bringing them to his lips. A loud moan vibrates in his chest at your taste, his eyes sliding shut in bliss as he cleans you from his hand. He finally releases them with a pop.

"Fuckin' divine is what you are, Princess. Fuckin' heavenly," he growls, his dick fully hard in his pajama pants as he begins to rut into your thigh again, his eyes dark with hunger again as he quickly unties the drawstring of his pants. "M'gonna fuck ya all fuckin' week, make sure ya don't feel nothin' but pleasure— fuck, m'gonna take care of ya, Princess, I promise."

And he did.

Comments and reblogs are always welcome! Hehe

I no longer have a taglist! If you wish to stay up-to-date on when I post, follow @littlelioncub-library 💖

[sashaisready]

Lee as your boyfriend

I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I have a real soft spot for Lee Bodecker (Sheriff Daddy) so here’s a little fluffy drabble about dating the big lug. This is Soft!Lee and he’s much cuddlier than canon Lee…

(Some light smutty references - 18+)

~ He’s a traditional man at heart so on your first date he came with flowers and insisted on picking you up, protesting when you told him you could just meet him there. You were happy to go straight to the venue but he was having none of it, shutting down such suggestions borderline aggressively - outraged at the notion of you travelling by yourself when he’s the one who asked you out, so he’s going to pick you up. You soon acquiesced, there was simply no room for argument. 

~ Later, he drove you home at the end of the night with no expectations but a chaste kiss and a big smile. Not that you should be fooled into thinking he’s a puritan or anything like that…

~ Once you see more of each other and get to know one another better - it’s like a switch has been flicked. He’s all over you - fingers dangerously low on your back, his nose nuzzling your jawline at the movies, his arm tight around your waist as he approaches you from behind…(‘Can’t help myself around you darlin’). He holds you possessively when you’re out in public, a clear indicator to any wandering eyes. His touch is such a constant presence that you find yourself longing for it when he’s not around.

~ He’s brash and straight talking on the job (‘I gotta be, buttercup’) - asserting his authority with no fear of raised voices and ruffled feathers if needs must. But for you, and for you alone, he’s soft. Gentle. A sucker for the pleading in your eyes and the way you look up at him longingly. He’d give you the moon if you asked him sweetly enough. The locals joke that you must be made of strong stuff to date the hardass Sheriff, and you smile knowingly, but the truth belongs only to the both of you.

~ You bicker sometimes. Doesn’t every couple? Nothing big, just the usual squabbles. Chores. Money. Sometimes his brashness gets the better of him. But he hates leaving fights half finished, a flash of panic in his eyes when he thinks you might walk away with this dark cloud still hanging over you both. (‘My mama didn’t leave me much, but she taught me never go to bed mad’). He doesn’t mind if you yell at him, or need some time to walk it off, but he sure as Hell won’t let you sleep without at least one of you saying sorry first. 

~ In bed he’s insatiable. It caught you off guard the first time. Despite the extra heft on his frame his stamina is unmatched. You feel like you’ve run a marathon each time he’s finally through with you. Every inch of your skin thoroughly kissed, every freckle explored and caressed, every sound or gasp wickedly pulled from your lips. He leaves no stone unturned, the intensity of his care for you only matched by his sheer desire for you. He likes it from behind. He likes it laying down. He likes you on top as he lazily rolls his hips and looks up at you through hooded eyes. His gaze burns into you as if he can’t believe you’re here. You’ve never felt so attractive in all your life.

~ He makes self deprecating jokes about his weight and insists he’s giving up candy, playfully prodding his tummy as you lay side by side in bed. You scowl and chastise his criticisms. He’s perfect as he is. He wouldn’t hold you half as well if he were just skin and bones, you tell him. You kiss the softness of his belly and grip the sturdiness of his thighs and make it clear that you love all of him - no matter how much candy he eats. He almost blushes, surprised by your forthright speech, nodding in submission - ‘Well I know better than to tell a lady she’s wrong’ he plays it off, chuckling, too embarrassed to let vulnerability peer out. But underneath his heart tugs and thumps, almost dizzy with the knowledge that you unashamedly desire every part of him. 

~ One evening you walk through town, happily full from a late dinner and lightly buzzed on a couple of glasses of wine, you catch him smiling at you and you smile right back - doing everything you can to try and remember this moment. Keep it in your back pocket for when times are tough, a snapshot of when you felt perfectly happy and at ease with your life and desperately in love with the man you shared it with. Something to retrieve again and again when you need it, a soothing balm never too far away.

~ Little do you know he’s got a diamond ring in his jacket, burning a hole in the fabric as he tries to pick the right moment to ask you the biggest question of his life. He wanted to wait for a special time - but how can he pick just one when all of it is? If only you knew he picked it out just a mere few days after your first date…

[saiyanprincessswanie]

That Lee is a sweet talker. I don’t know whether I believe he will do everything he said. But who knows Lee is selfish and greedy as you pointed out.

for the hope of it all.

pairing: greedy!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: angst. bit of fluff. mentions of reader x arvin and lee x wife. little flashback to pregnant reader. uhhh, there’s a baby. if i’m missing something important please feel free to let me know.

also lmk if i should tag this as dark!lee please bc i can’t decide if it needs it or not.

words: 3.2k

notes: my first written fic for my writing event. i spun the wheel and got greed and then spun another wheel and got lee and a few hours later here we are lol. please let me know what you think! comments and feedback are so, so appreciated. thank you in advance to everyone who reads and reblogs. 🖤

“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea as the stray tear you’d been fighting to keep at bay finally slipped down your cheek.

You were quick to wipe it away, shaking your head and looking away from the gaze of the man before you. The smirk that graced his face was the whole reason you had refused to let yourself cry, despite wanting to break down the moment he’d knocked on your door.

You’d just set Teddy in his crib, watching him a moment as the newborn slept peacefully, his tiny breaths and little movements making your heart clench.

You never knew you could love someone so much until you had him. Despite the pain and all the hardships that you’d faced from the day you met his daddy, as you watched Theodore, you were sure you wouldn’t change any of it if it meant never having had him.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a car pull up the drive. You didn’t check the window, sure you knew who it was already as you went to greet him.

Before you were even halfway down the steps, an unnecessarily loud pounding sounded from the front door.

You were startled for a second, brows furrowing as you rushed down the last few steps to open it before whoever it was could pound again and wake the baby.

You were sure now, though, it definitely wasn’t Arvin. He’d never be so careless to knock that loudly, even if he’d left his key and was locked out.

When you pulled the door open in a bit of a huff, your breath froze in your chest.

As you met the hard blue eyes of the man you’d been avoiding for the past 11 months, you weren’t sure what to do. So, you stayed as you were, blocking his view of the house as you pulled the door more closely to your body and watched him. You wouldn’t speak first. You weren’t sure you could.

“Been a while, darlin’.” He greeted, though his words were cold and stiff, as if he was trying to hold in the anger you could see raging in his eyes.

You swallowed hard. “How can I help you, Sheriff?” you asked, ignoring his comment.

He scoffed as he looked down on you. “That’s how you wanna do this, sugar? Fine,” he said before shoving his way into the house.

You were in shock as he pushed past you, your first instinct to yell at him was held back by the knowledge that your baby was asleep just up the stairs.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just barge in here because you’re police,” you nearly seethed as you follow him while he walked further in, going toward the kitchen while he looked around the place.

He spun on you at your words and stopped you in your spot. “Honey, I can do whatever the hell I want. Because I’m the sheriff,” he snarled in your face before he backed up just the slightest. He adjusted his belt as he stood to his full height and licked his teeth, trying to compose himself.

“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you, sweetheart,” he started, your heart dropping instantly. “That boyfriend a’yours seems to have gotten himself into some trouble downtown.”

Your mouth went dry as you stared at him dumbly. “No,” you shook your head. “Arvin wouldn’t do anything to get into any kind of trouble. What are you- what are you talking about?” you tried to stay calm, but the stutter was surely telling enough.

“Down at the shop,” he began, taking his time, seemingly enjoying the sight of your anxiousness written all over your face, “he had some words with Levi. Guess the kid made a comment about his girl. Imagine my surprise to find out that girl was you,” he detoured.

“What happened,” you asked pointedly, all while trying to keep your composure and your voice down.

“Well, Mr. Russell didn’t take too kindly to the things Levi said. Lost his temper. I’ll spare you the details, sweetheart. Long story short, Levi’s up at the hospital. Your little boyfriend is up at the jailhouse, waitin’ for his hearin tomorrow mornin’.”

You felt sick. This wasn’t Arvin’s first time in jail but you remember what he told you last time, the judge said one more strike and he’d be taken to county. Arvin wasn’t a bad man. He was one of the best men you’d ever known. But he did have a bit of a short fuse when it came to defending the people he loved. You’d known that since you were in school together. It was one of the things you’d always admired about him..

The one thing you were confused about right now though, was why in the hell Lee was here telling you this.

“Is he okay?” you asked quietly. The narrowing of Lee’s eyes as he looked at you, and the tick of his jaw at your question had your stomach twisting.

“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Look at you, all worried about him.”

“Lee,” you said.

“He’ll be fine,” he gruffed as he went into your fridge and took one of Arvin’s beers. You were in too much of a stupor to do or say anything about it, though.

As you watched him take a swig, your eyes finally fell on his bloodied knuckles.

You took a step back, as if he’d slapped you, somehow knowing exactly how he'd done that.

“What did you do?” you said, accusingly as you reached out and held onto the wall beside you.

“Told ya' I was surprised to hear the girl he was so concerned with, whose honor he needed to protect so badly, was you. I thought you were long gone, sweetheart. But when your name came up, I knew I’d been wrong. Knew you were somewhere out here. Took a bit to finally get him to tell me where you were, but,” he flexed his hand, “they all break in the end.”

You were seeing red at his words. He'd hurt Arvin, and for what? You couldn't let him do this, couldn't let him get to you so easily.

"You need to leave, Lee. Now. If I wanted you to know where I was, you would've. I told you I wasn't gonna wait around for you. You made your choice. So go," you said firmly as you could manage through your tight throat.

You stayed still as he set the bottle down on the counter, stalking over to you. You only blinked when he was right in front of you as you took a shaky breath in and out.

"My choice was you," he said as he pinned you against the wall, his arms trapping you. But you weren't scared. Just solemn. The hurt that never went away radiating in your soul.

"...No, it wasn't," you refuted, voice quiet as you shook your head, looking him in the eye. "It was the job. It was her. You just wanted me to be your good little whore on the side," you continued, disgusted with him and yourself, thinking about the times you let him touch you. The times you gave yourself to him. You should have known from the beginning. Maybe a part of you always did. The only way you'd get your happily ever after was if Lee chose to give it to you.

Lee Bodecker was a selfish, greedy man. He wanted it all, he didn't want to choose. But he had. Whether he acknowledged it or not, he made his choice. As much as it hurt, you had to accept that it wasn't you.

"You know that ain't fuckin' true," he snarled, holding your chin tightly in his hand as you looked up at him. His voice softened as he looked back at you. "I meant all I said to you, darlin'. I love you," he said as he pressed his forehead to yours. "If you'da just been patient," he breathed hotly, "we'd be together right now. I'da got rid of her, just like I told you I would."

The pain slipping into his voice was like daggers in your heart. You wanted so badly to believe him, but you were always told how gullible you were. Especially with Lee, you'd buy into anything he said if he said it prettily enough.

You had known you had to leave town, get away, or else you'd just run right back to him, or he'd find you and convince you to stay. You told everyone you were leaving, making sure word got around, and it did. He was too preoccupied in his campaign to bother doing anything about it, or maybe he just didn't believe you'd actually go. You weren't sure which it was.

You had enlisted the help of Arvin to assist you in packing, he had always been a good friend to you and wanted to do whatever he could. The last day you were packing away, though, you got another bout of morning sickness in front of him.

It was like Arvin knew before you did that you were pregnant. But he never left. He was there for you. Held you when you cried, assured you everything would be okay as you spilled your heart out to him, telling him everything. Instead of moving out of town like you had planned, you moved in with Arvin.

Time seemed to pass you by so quickly from then on. One day Arvin was holding your hair back for you as you emptied your stomach into his toilet, and the next he was holding your hand as you pushed through tears of pain and heartbreak while you delivered your baby in the next town over.

When the nurse had taken Teddy, you were an inconsolable mess of guilt and heartache. Arvin was right there with you, had been from the very start, but he wasn't Lee.

You were crying because Lee should have been there, should have been the one holding your hand and wiping your tears, you should have told him that you were having his baby. The guilt was crushing. Not only for having kept your pregnancy from him, but because the man who stayed beside you the entire time deserved so much better than a broken girl who was still in love with the man who broke her heart. It wasn't fair to any of you.

And then the nurse came back over, holding a blue swaddled bundle in her arms. You timidly took your baby as she handed him over to you and the second you laid your eyes on him, all thoughts just went away. The only thing you could focus on was this precious little life you held in your arms. And though your tears kept flowing, they were of overwhelming joy as you looked down at your sweet Teddy.

Teddy.

You heard him cry and your eyes went wide as Lee kept his hold on you.

Another cry as you swallowed thickly, sure your face was full of desperation as you surveyed Lee.

His brows furrowed as he looked in the direction of the living room, dropping his hand as he moved closer to the noise.

You scurried past him, stopping him from starting up at the stairs.

"Lee," was all you could manage to say.

He looked at you incredulously. "That a baby cryin' up there?" he asked rigidly.

You couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do. Your guilt was written clear as day on your face as you pouted at him, watering puppy dog eyes pleading with him, for what you weren't sure.

"I'll say this once, then I'm not gonna be nice about it, darlin'. Either answer me or get outta my way."

Still no words could form on your tongue. When he stepped to get up the stairs, you let him pass you before turning around and quickly following him.

Lee followed the sound of the newborn cries up to the nursery. When he got to the door, you watched as he took a steadying breath before he pushed in, like he was readying himself for the sight he knew he'd be met with.

He walked slowly to the crib where Theodore was laying, crying for attention.

Lee's mouth was agape as he looked down at the baby.

Two pairs of brilliantly blue eyes staring back at one another.

You knew Lee knew instantly, there was no denying it. Teddy was his mini me. He looked exactly like his father.

You watched as Lee carefully reached down and took Teddy in his big arms, holding him safely and smiling down at him as Teddy calmed in his hold.

Your nose was tingling and it took everything in you not to burst into tears at the sight.

"What's his name?" Lee asked in a hushed tone.

"Theodore," you answered just as softly.

Theo's baby garbling had Lee laughing as he cooed down at his son. You swore you could see the gleam in Lee's eyes as he watched him.

After a sniff and a clearing of his throat, Lee's gaze shot back to you. Accusatory and angry, his hurt underlining all of it.

"You had my baby, and were just gonna keep 'im from me?"

"No, no I- I was gonna. Gonna tell you. I wanted to, I just didn't know.." you trailed off, wringing your hands.

"Didn't know what?"

"How," you answered. "Didn't know how to. Didn't know how you'd react. Wasn't entirely sure you'd want to know."

"You think I wouldn't want to know that I have a kid?" he asked harshly. You took a step to him, holding your hand out instinctively to remind him that he had the baby in his arms.

"You're married, Lee. You're holding public office. I know you well enough to know that you don't want anything to mess with that. I don't think having a child with someone other than your wife would be looked on too favorably."

"I told you I'd get rid of her," he said again, lowly. "I will."

"Lee, please," you said, exasperated. "I'm sorry. I am. I should have told you, you had a right to know, but I can't do this with you. That's why I left. I do love you," you said brokenly, "I've never stopped. But I can't live my life just waiting for you to call when you want me. And I won't let you do that to Theo, either. He deserves a father who's around, who puts him as a priority,"

"Oh, and you think he'll have that with Arvin?" he challenged. "I wouldn't be too sure, sweetheart. Those charges really have a way of addin' up. Who knows how long of a sentence he'll be gettin' tomorrow."

You couldn't help but stress at his words. You knew some of what Lee had done before, and you know what he'd be willing to do now, to get his way. If he wanted Arvin put away, there wouldn't be anything you could do to stop it from happening.

You may not have been in love with Arvin, but you did love him. He was your best friend; you don't know what you'd be doing or even where you'd be right now if it weren't for his help and care. He didn't deserve to be punished for your mistakes; you couldn't let that happen.

"Why would you do that?" you asked, hurt lacing your voice. "What do you want from me, Lee?"

"You ain't dumb, honey. You know what I want," he said easily as he rocked Theo lightly while he gripped onto his daddy's finger, his big blue eyes falling closed as he drifted back to his peaceful sleep. Lee's blazing blue orbs met yours once more. "I want you. I want this, all a this with you, and him,” he said, sparing another glance to his baby boy.

“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea. "You can’t - He needs something stable. Real."

Lee assessed you for a moment before shaking his head with a slight scoff and a smirk. "This is real, darlin'. I'll give you both what you deserve. I just need a little time, that's all," he said as he set Theo back down in the basinet before turning back to you. "Can't make you my wife while I'm still married, but I'll get that taken care of quick. Then you and the baby can get settled in at home, we can finally be together. Just like we always talked about," he continued, taking your hands in his and pulling you in. "Havin' a family," he brought his hand up to tilt your face up to his, brushing his lips against yours. And you let him.

"And it'll be good for reelection next year, too. People like a family man."

You cringed and pulled away at that. At least you tried to, Lee's hold not let you get far at all.

"Don't be like that, darlin'. Come on, you know it'll be good for all of us. We can be happy," he said as his knuckles brushed your cheek.

The touch reminded you, "What about Arvin?"

"What about 'im?" he asked uninterested.

"You'll let him go," you state, grabbing his hand.

"I will," he agrees, "soon as you two are all moved in with me, I'll make sure he's released. Can't have you trying to run off on me again. I won't let you go so easy this time."

You swallowed back the cry that wanted to be let free as you looked at him. You hated that Arvin would have to suffer while you wait on Lee to keep his word. But what else can you do.

"How long?" you ask brokenly, eyes drifting over to the crib. "I can't do this alone."

"Won't be long, sweetheart. She's already been on her way out. A week, two tops. And you won't be alone. If you think for a minute I'd ever not be around for my child, you're outta your mind. If I’d a known sooner, I,” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I'll come over every night, check on ya both. You need somethin', you tell me. I'll show you I can take care'a you two better than that boy ever could."

Sweet words. Always so sweet coming from his lips. Your heart aches, for a million different reasons, as you let Lee come closer, pressing his lips to yours before his arms find their way around your frame.

And just like that, after nearly a year of not giving in to the temptation to see him, he has you once more, so easily. He gets what he wants. Just like he always does. Like he always will. You wonder briefly if it will ever be enough. You're not sure you want to know the answer.

"You've got no idea how much I've missed you, darlin'," he whispers against your lips. "Thought about you every damn day."

You feel the tears as they slip down your cheeks, a wave of relief falling over you under his touch, but the guilt still remains... It's just not enough to make you stop him. Not enough to want him to stop.

And the hope for your promised happily ever after renews in your heart. Because maybe you’ll finally get it, just how you pictured, with Lee by your side, starting your own little family.. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Lee Bodecker may be a selfish and greedy man.

But maybe you're no better.

[urdepressedslut]

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

(SERIES ONGOING)

If you want to be added to a taglist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

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

⇨ 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.

[thebunnyslibrary]

To Someone From a Warmer Climate

summary. On Halloween night, a storm rages on outside your door. But when the sheriff of the nearby town arrives and reveals his true nature to you, you will be caught in your own storm in desire and fear.

characters. Witch!Reader x Demon!Lee Bodecker

wc. 4.8k

warnings. Non/Dub!Con, Forced Mating/Marriage, Housewife Kink, Threats and Mentions of Violence, Blood.

an. Happy Halloween! Thank you for joining me for my first Halloween Collection.

BunBun’s Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

It was the Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve…Halloween. A storm raged on outside, but you could still feel the moon’s power from behind the clouds. The storm itself actually made you feel calm, content, knowing you were safe for the night in your cozy cabin. You’d put out an extra place setting on your table and even dribbled some candy across it just for fun. You were planning a mute supper of the delicious smelling stew bubbling away in your crockpot (much more convenient than a cauldron, in your opinion).

Cooking was your specialty in magic, infusing spells and potions into food to help absorb them faster, and strengthening the effect. Tonight, you were testing a new potion to infuse with the stew; made to keep you warm and give you strength through the cold winter months. After dinner, you planned to cozy up to by the warm fire and tuck in with a collection of scary stories with some Nina Simone records.

 Suddenly, a loud banging noise outside the door made you jump. At first, you thought it was just the storm, but you heard someone hollering, you rushed and threw open the door, fearing it was some poor lost soul. Instead, there stood a mountain of a man.

Tall and stocky with a wide brim hat doing its best to keep rain off his face where dark blue eyes peered at down at you. Soft pink lips pursed in a thin line were framed by 5 o clock shadow. He wore a black windbreaker with a shiny gold star pinned to his chest. You knew him; Lee Bodecker, the sheriff of the local mortal town just outside the wood.

                “Evening ma’am, may I come in?” Wiping your hands on your sweater and crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed him suspiciously. However, you couldn’t sense anything too malicious about him. You stepped back, letting him enter and watching as he easily crossed your threshold. You knew your dwelling was protected from negative forces. You’d made well and sure of that.

                 “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked as you shut the door, not wanting any trouble and trying to be polite. You knew sometimes the teenagers of the town came into the woods to drink or fuck, especially on Halloween night. You’d hoped the storm would keep them away, but if the sheriff was here, maybe something had happened.

                “Wellness check, ma’am. I got a call from some little old lady that said she knew there was a woman living in the woods. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t been flooded out.” He explained. A smile spread across your lips as you breathed a silent sigh of relief.

 There was a woman whose farm backed up almost into the woods. Since her husband died a year ago, a few times a week you would go and help her with some of the chores; and she would give you milk, eggs, and fruits and veggies from the farm. You would also bring her soup and healing herbs when she was sick. She wasn’t aware of your powers, but always thanked you when she remarkably felt better the next day. Of course she called it in; knowing where your house was after you’d brought her there for tea one afternoon.

                “Well, I appreciate you coming all this way Sheriff-”

                “Lee, please” He interrupted. Your skin bristled a little at the interruption, but you nodded gently at him, knowing mortal men could be a little brash sometimes.

                “Lee.” You continued. “But I really am alright. Can I offer you some tea or something for your trouble? I did just mix up some stew.” You’d heard stories about the sheriff, the town hero, who seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. But you were always suspicious of things that were too good to be true. It was your nature as a witch.

However, the man HAD come all the way into the woods in a storm just for one little old lady’s request.  He must have something resembling a heart, you reasoned. You decided to give him some nice warm, strong, stew and slip a little forgetfulness potion into his coffee; then send him on his way, never to remember this place. You could return to your cozy evening.  No harm done.

                “Coffee would be appreciated if you have it.” Lee requested. “And that stew sure does smell good.”

“Have a seat.” You gestured to the chair at your small round table, only fit to hold 3 chairs, 2 of which already had a place set. Lee sat down at the one without, setting his hat down on the table.

“Can I take your coat?” you offered.

“Thank you kindly.” He took his coat off, handing it to you before setting his hat on the table and sitting across from the set place as you hung his coat by the fire. Going back to the kitchen cupboard and grabbing a mug and a bowl. You shook some grounds into a filter, infusing your forgetfulness spell.

Filling the coffee machine with water, you pressed the buttons and let it brew.  You ladled a healthy serving of stew into the bowl and carefully placed it in front of him. He dug in as you sat across from him and tried to think of anything to say. You never had mortal company, only the nice lady who liked to knit and read, just like you; But Sheriff Bodecker didn’t seem the type to knit. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked you.

                “You uh…live alone out here? You had another place set.” He gestured to the table. “Your husband leave you all alone out here?”

                “Of course not.” You answered and he seemed taken aback. “Well, I mean… I don’t have a husband. But I’m not alone. The animals live out here too. And the plants. And my books.” The burbling of the machine caught your attention. “Do you take anything in your coffee? You asked him as you went to pour it into the mug.

“No thank you, ma’am.” He answered. “This stew is absolutely delicious.”

“Thank you, kindly.” You beamed as you set the mug down in front of him. “And I must admit the place setting is more of…personal thing. It’s a Halloween tradition to set a place for those who you have lost in the past.”

                “That’s mighty sentimental of you. Though I’ve never heard of that one. Where’d you learn that?” Lee asked.

“Oh I uhm. I read about in a book.” You said, technically not lying. You just didn’t mention it was a magic book.

“I see.” Lee looked around the room. “You sure do have a lot of books.”

                “Yes, well, sometimes I find the company of the books better than that of people.” You joked, looking to the coffee and hoping Lee would take a sip soon. You looked back at him but his body suddenly seemed a lot closer, his leg resting between yours, leaning against your right knee.

                “Ah c’mon people aren’t too bad. Look at me for example, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Look at him you did. He was decently handsome. Strong arms and a well-built frame. He was heavier set than other men, but you kind of liked that. You knew food was a comfort and you would rather people knew too much than not enough. Even the face you’d been suspicious of when he arrived had a more homely charm as he slurped up the last of his stew. He took a swig of coffee, then turned to face you fully.

“Mmmmm…damn…That’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I just love the taste of the forgetfulness potion you added.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach.

                “What did you say?” He didn’t answer, only leaning back in his chair. He blinked and where crystal blue eyes had seemed to make him handsome and rakish; now were two inky black pits. He blinked again and his eyes were human again, but now his irises were crimson red.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You’d dealt with a few lower-level demons in your travels, but never someone who you could walk through your house’s defenses so easily. Usually, any malevolent force was neutralized before it even touched your house. But he…he was something darker.

“I’d heard about a pretty witch living out here in the woods.” Lee continued. “Thought it was just another one of them dippy mortals wearing peace signs. But then that little old lady came in, bringing some brownies she said you’d made. And when I tasted them, I knew for sure. There was a real little witch somewhere in town.

“Though it took me a while to find ya, darling. All them wards and runes…you’ve kept yourself pretty well hidden. But when that same sweet little old lady called in, worried about her friend in the woods, I knew I’d found you and here you are. Hidden away from the world, cooking up spells your nose buried in a mountain of books. All that defensive magic and you opened the front door for me and invited me in. Silly girl.” His eyes raked over your body, studying you.

“Damn, you are something pretty. You got a name, sweetheart?” But your lips tightened. You didn’t want to say another word to him, fearing what else he might be hiding. “Oh, come now, darling. I won’t bite.” But his wolfish grin spoke otherwise.

 You told him your name in the strongest voice you could muster, trying to think of a plan to drive him out. As if reading your mind, Lee gently shook his head.

“Now let’s not do anything foolish sweetheart. I don’t want to get too nasty with you.” He warned.

“What-what DO you want then?” you asked. Lee paused for a moment, reaching across the table to grab a piece of candy, unwrapping it slowly and staring into your eyes as he placed the candy in his mouth, licking his lips as he chewed and swallowed.

“Quite frankly, darling…you. You’re clearly pretty good with the magic, and you’d be even more so with a little training. I’ll have all the power I need. See, I’ve been living like a king for years, feeding off the darkness of the souls in this town.”

“Darkness…?” The woman from the farm was always talking about how wonderful the town was, how safe it was…all because of him.

“Oh yes, sweetheart. There is a darkness in this here town. Seems half the people are born just so they can be buried. And I’ve managed to feed off of it for years. You’d be surprised how many people will give truly anything to get what they want. Sometimes they surprise me, just wanting basic mortal shit they could get if they tried a little harder. But some of them want to watch the world burn. They offer their souls and what happens? The town sheriff stops their crimes before they’ve even started. I look like got damn hero and never have to lift a finger.” He grinned wide. “All the praise of the good people feeding my pride. All the sin of the others feeding my powers.”

“But why…why do you need me?” You asked, meekly. His smile faded and his jaw clenched. His steely gaze and making you shiver and squirm in your chair.

“The good people have started to question me. Why I haven’t settled down with a wife...  And if the good people are questioning me, I can’t clean up the filth in the town. See, I’m thinking about a run for state senator, maybe even governor. And the higher up the ladder you climb, the darker people will get. I can’t do that without a little lady with me to keep me in their good graces.” He stood up now, his hand on the table, leaning in close to you, but you managed to shove the chair away and rushed to the sink, grabbing the sharpest knife you had and pointing it at him. But Lee only shook his head and smiled.

“Now what are you gunna do with that, huh? You certainly don’t have it in you to use it” He mocked, stepping closer to you. He let out a low groan. “And that’s exactly why I want you. Your innocence, and your kind heart are exactly what I need. Someone to look good for the town, show off at all the little local town events, and keep my bed warm at night.” He licked his lips. “So, here’s the deal. You keep my bed warm and my stomach full, and I'll keep the town safe; keep being the hero.” He was standing in front of you now; still holding the knife in your trembling hands as you shook your head. Lee reached up, grabbing the knife like it was nothing, and throwing it somewhere.

Blood ran down his hand but he made no move to wipe it off. Instead, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the cabinets behind you, his lips thundering down upon yours in a harsh and punishing kiss. He bit your lip, making you gasp, giving him a chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widening as you swore the end of it was forked. When he pulled away, you were gasping for air. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your cheek and neck.

 “Maybe you didn’t understand me clearly in that dumb little brain of yours, but I could ruin this town. Your poor little old lady friend? Out on the street. Your library? Closed. I could stand back and make you watch this town suffer. Or you can be my good little housewife.” He leaned back to look at you, his eyes soulless black pits.

 “Or maybe I'll take you out to the town square. And show them what you really are. Some mortals around here get scared, they start getting jumpy…and pretty scary themselves.” Your breath hitched; you knew some mortals, even as time moved forward, who still got too scared of what they didn’t understand and could get violent quickly. It was one reason you kept yourself hidden. “So, what’s it gunna be, little witch?” You stared back at him, your breathing shallow.

 In a flash of quick thinking, you thought to the holy water in your cabinet, and it manifested in your hand. You managed to dump it on his hands, and he roared in pain, letting you escape. If you could make it to the bedroom, your sacred room, you might be able to ward him out, or at least escape to somewhere else.

You were steps away from the threshold when you were suddenly wrenched back and slammed against the wall. Your hands were pinned above your head and your legs were spread wide. You heard Lee down the hall; his heavy footsteps getting closer and closer until he stood directly in front of you.

                “Tsk tsk tsk. Just couldn’t make it easy could you? But that’s okay, Nothing worth having ever is.”

                “But…how…no other magic works in my space…” you stammered. But he only chuckled, relishing in your fear as you struggled against the bond, studying you like a work of art.

“Seems to me you’re in MY space now.” As you fought to free yourself, you realized he was right; nothing in the house, none of your powers were working. “Now Let’s try that again shall we, sweetheart?” 

                “Please…” you begged. “Please don’t do this.”

                “Oh, come now. It ain’t all bad... A powerful demon husband, access to magics you wouldn’t believe, I can make this so good for you.” He forced his hands up your sweater to run them down over your breasts, one hand stopping to fondle your nipple with his thumb while the other slid into your pajama pants, between your legs and cupping your pussy over your panties and rubbing his ring and middle fingers back and forth.

“Well well, for such a good little witch, you sure are dripping wet for me. I’m must say I’m flattered.” He kissed you with a fire that stirred something dark and twisted within your heart and soul.  Something you ignored as a witch who tried to do only good to others.

“God…please...” Your voice was soft, but Lee heard you growled, his hand going from your breast to grab your hair and force your head back. His voice was soft but dangerous in your ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, Even if he gave a shit about you, there’s not a damned thing he could to stop me. You worship me now. Go on, say my name.”

                “Lee…” you breathed heavily. Your resolve was slowly crumbling as you realized there was no way out of this. And that fear, that resolve, was being replaced with desire. The way Lee looked at you seemed like he wanted to devour you whole should’ve terrified you, but you couldn’t deny how wet you were. You didn’t want to want him, but your whimper gave you away.

                “Yeah, baby? You want something? Go on…beg for it…” he ordered; his fingers moving faster as he kissed down your neck, biting gently in just the right spot to make your toes curl. You let out a low moan. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke.

                “You…you promise you won’t hurt the good people?” You asked, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Lee scoffed with a smirk, staring down at you.  

                “Good people, oh if only you knew…but you’ll learn.” Without another word Lee pulled his fingers from your shorts, making your whine in loss and feeling yourself clench around nothing. Lee snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone.

 Before you could react, he grabbed you, lifted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass then storming into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you two and locking it. He tossed you unceremoniously onto your bed, hardly giving you a moment to breathe before he was on top of you. He leaned over you and his black soleless eyes bore deep into yours.

                “The people in this town are bathed in sin. Just you wait and see.” His gaze softened, his eyes returning to their crimson form. He ran one hand down your cheek, using his thumb to hold your chin and force you to look at him. “But you know what, I think you want something darker… I saw some of those books on your shelves. I think you wanna be a little damsel in distress. And I’m more than happy to oblige.” His hand wrapped around your throat; then he leaned down so his lips were just ghosting against your trembling ones.

“How long have you wanted the touch of a strong man?” Your whimper in response only made him grin wider. “You’re adorable and you reek of loneliness. He kissed you deeply before leaning back to rake his eyes fully over your naked form. “So fucking purty…” he growled. “And you taste sweeter than any mortal sin.” He stood up, but you were still unable to move. Your arms crossed over your head and your legs were forced wide.

Wasting no time, he stripped out of his own clothes; Finally he pulled his boxers down to expose his cock which bobbed against his stomach. Your eyes widened in shock at the size.  It had been some time since you’d been with a man, but his thick cock was bigger than you’d ever had. You tried to shy away from him a bit but he stroked it up and down a few times, laughing at the more than apparent shock on your face

“Never had a cock this big before, have you?” he slowly climbed on the bed, kneeling between your legs. “Well not to worry, little witch. I’m here now and I’m gunna take good care of you. Starting by fucking you like the little bitch in heat that you are and making you cum.” He stroked his cock while gently running his fingers up and down your slit.  You wanted to struggle, scream, fight back. But when Lee pressed his thumb down on your clit, you let out a moan and seemed to almost grind against his hand. It was wrong, but it felt so good. He brought the fingers he’d been rubbing you with up to your lips.

                “Suck on em, slut.” Pushing his fingers in your mouth, rather than be repulsed, your tongue laved over his fingers; thoughts clouding your mind of kneeling before him and sucking his cock. “Oh don’t worry, little witch. You’ll be doing that soon enough.” Lee promised. “Tell me you want this cock. Tell me how bad you wanna be my little whore.”

                “Want…want your cock in my pussy Lee…want to be your slut..” you begged.

                “You gunna be my good wife? Give me whatever I want?” You could feel the head of his cock brush against the inside of your thigh.

                “Yes…please…”

                “Open your mouth.” He ordered. You did as he said and he squeezed your cheeks, making sure your mouth stayed open as he leaned over and snarled something in Latin before spitting in your mouth. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing but he covered your nose and mouth with his hands. “Swallow it, slut. Swallow it if you wanna breathe again.”  You had no choice but to swallow. Your veins came alive like fire travelling through you as you were now soul bonded together. He let go of you but replaced his hand with his lips in another hard kiss.

You felt the last of your resolve crumbling. You hated yourself, but you wanted him…and he knew it. He snapped his fingers again and now your arms were free to move, but they didn’t fight him, instead they sought to hold him close to you. You wanted to feel him against you, he was so warm compared to the chilly night air. Like a blanket wrapping around you on winter’s first night.

                “Well now, we certainly have changed our mind, haven’t we?” You didn’t answer, turning away, and trying to not meet his leering gaze. But he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

                “When I ask you a question, you answer, understand? I’m being real nice here, but I can go back to being mean if you want.” He threatened. But you shook your head softly.

                “No please…I’ll be good…” you whimpered and he smiled.

“I know you will.” He kissed you, taking the chance to push his cock inside you making you moan into the kiss.  His hands were on either side of your head and you dug your nails into his shoulder to try and pull him closer to you.

You pressed your knees tight against his sides as he set a torturous pace. Dragging his cock out slowly so you could feel the head rubbing the walls of your pussy, making you keen and moan. Then pushing back in hard so you felt like you were going to be split in two. 

“Lee…please.” You wanted to beg him to stop but it came out as a plea for more.

                “Such a powerful little witchling, reduced to my wanton whore…” His hands grabbed your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. “Gunna be so pretty on my arm. And if you be a good little wife, I’ll buy you all the books you want, and I’ll fuck you to sleep every night on my cock.” He took one hand away from your breasts to smack your clit…hard. Your vision went white with pleasure as you screwed your eyes shut; your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

                “Fuck and a pain slut to boot. You’re gunna be lots of fun, little witch. I want you to cum. Cum for your new husband.” His thrusts increased to a punishing pace and he used his thumb to rub your clit. “And when you cum on my cock, I own you. Heart, body, and soul. You understand?”

                “Ye-Yes I understand…Lee…” His eyes flickered to black as he pinched your nipple hard and ordered you in a voice much lower and darker than his usual tone.

“Then cum.” The sound of it making your eyes was the final straw as your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt every muscle in your body clench as you came harder than you ever had before. Lee had made your body feel like it was on fire but your orgasm was like a cooling only water could bring. You called out his name as you bucked your hips up, like you were trying to draw him in more.

He kept fucking you through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, chasing his own release. “Look at you, all fucked out and all mine. Can’t wait to get you home, gunna bend you over and spank this ass hard before I fuck it…”  His words made your breath hitch and you clenched his cock one final time before he stilled above you, growling and snarling.

You could feel his hot cum filling you as he pumped his cock into you a few more times. For a few moments, only the sound of your combined breathing’s filled the space. You lay there with your eyes closed as your feelings washed over you; shame, embarrassment, but at the base of it all, satisfaction and power. Power stronger than anything you’d felt before. Lee chuckled above you as you opened your eyes to meet his, now back to crimson.

                “You can feel it, can’t you? All that new power from being my mate flowing through you?” You nodded weekly. “Good but just remember. I’m the one in control now, you’re bound to me so if you even think about hurting me or doing something stupid, I’ll strip them away and leave you for dead. We clear?”

                “Yes, Lee.” You sighed, accepting your fate. His eyes flashed once more to black before turning back to the blue that had drawn you in so easily. You bit your lip, staring up at his rugged looks and acknowledging there were worse options to be bound to for all eternity.

“Fuck, I hope you never lose that doe eyed look. I just wrecked your pussy and you still look like the shy little bookworm you are.” He pulled his cock from you slowly, the first gentle action of the night. “Do you need some stew now, little witchling?” He asked, teasing you and tickling your side, forcing a smile onto your face that didn’t last. Lee let out a small sigh.

“Listen, you might look cute when you cry on my cock, but you’ve got one hell of a smile, darling. I’d like to see it for real.” His words struck a chord, all night he’d teased and degraded you, but now he seemed gentile, almost trying to be charming. He brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “You have to remember sweetheart, I may be strong and powerful, but I have to lure in my pray first.”

Lee gently pounced on you, placing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck, nipping and kissing until you were squealing and laughing in pleasure, forgetting for just a moment the rude and brash way he’d taken you, sexually and literally. When Lee stopped, he pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you sweetheart, if you’re good for me, I can be so good for you.” Despite everything you’ve ever known about demons, you decided to trust him; hoping that as his wife, maybe you could do some good and help the people of the town on a wider scale.

“Can I ask for one thing, please?” you asked, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

“Well, I am feeling awfully generous.” He said, smiling coyly.

“Please let me keep this place. I promise I’ll come home to you every night but…a witch needs her sacred space.” You asked, batting your eyelashes just a little.

“Hmmmm, I suppose that can be arranged.” Lee conceded. “But I have complete and unfettered access, understood?” You nodded, knowing the road ahead as his wife would be rough, but seeing who he was and hoping you could smooth down the rougher edges gave you a sense of relief.

He lay on his side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You were almost shocked how comfortable you felt in his embrace. But it happened easily, his leg feeling so natural wrapped around yours in your bed.  

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 8

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

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

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

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

Lee sighs and stretches his arm between your seats. You flinch and keep your eyes out the window. His shadow looms at the edge of your vision. You feel a tickle and look at the side mirror. His fingers creep along your shoulder. 

“Come ‘ere,” he purrs. 

“Sir, you’re driving--” 

“I said closer,” he snarls. 

You obey. His hand slips around the back of your neck and he forces you to bend over the console. You resist for just a moment then give in. He brings your head over your lap and you whimper. 

“You know what I want. How about you treat me like that ice cream, huh darlin’?” He chuckles. 

Your stomach churns again. It hasn’t stopped. You can still smell the dirt and grass. You can feel him inside of you. You brace his leg as you stare down at the beige fabric of his pants. He drags his hand off your neck and picks open his fly. 

He wiggles in the seat, just until he can get his boxers under his dick. He’s not even half-hard. You blanch as your lip trembles. There’s no way out. You have to let him do this. Make no mistake, you are going to do it. 

He grabs his flaccid dick and jostles it. He aims the tip up at you, “go on. Wake him up.” 

You take a breath and put your lips around him. He growls and once more moves his hand to the back of your head. He pushes you down. His soft length rolls into your mouth. You move your tongue around as you’re smothered by it. 

He holds you down as your saliva drips out and smears around his pelvis. You gurgle and he sighs. He steers with his other hand lazily, his foot planted on the gas. 

He clumps up your hair in his hand and lifts you. He rocks your head as he stays limp. He grunts and groans and shoves you to your limit again. 

“Fine, ya just keep me warm then,” he barks. “Damnit girl, put some effort in and I might get hard.” 

You close your eyes as your tears leak out. It’s humiliating. You suspect that’s part of it. It’s not just sex, he wants to humiliate you. 

The motion of the car has you dizzy as you stay folded over the middle console. The tires crunch over gravel and he passes another vehicle. You can tell by the shadow that it’s bigger; a truck. The other driver honks. Did they see you? 

He rips you off of him and throws you back into the passenger seat. You cover your mouth and cough as he tisks. “Almost home, ma and pa ain’t wanna see what you doin’ to prove your innocence, huh?” 

You wipe your face and curl your shoulders down. You hug yourself as you look over and see your parents’ home. You don’t even think you could look them in the eye. 

He pulls up in front of the porch and shifts into park. You shakily unbuckle the seatbelt and turns off the engine. You hesitate and glance over at him. 

“Now, I’ll have to smooth things over with the parents, huh?” He drawls before he opens his door. 

You get out and gently close the door. As you round the hood, he meets you and grabs you by the arm. He drags you up the steps. The evening deepens behind the gutters. He hauls you onward and swings back the screen before thumping on the inner door. 

Your mom opens it from the other side and gasps. You shrink down, trying to hide as you stand right in front of her. 

“Oh, my, honey!” She exclaims. 

“She’s all clear, ma’am,” he assures. “I brought her home myself. You know, I gotta apologise. We were mistaken, ya know? And I owe ya another ‘cause my men weren’t so nice with their questions.” He pats you shoulder and squeezes, “I set ‘em straight. Ya know, you raised yourself a good girl.” 

You look over at him wearily. What the hell? 

“Real sorry ‘bout it. Turns out it was that friend of hers. Bad influence if ya ask me,” he tuts. “But she’s home, safe and sound.” He looks at you and winks. “I mean it. She’s a real nice one.” 

“Oh, sheriff, you’re too sweet,” she preens. “I didn’t think it was here. Not really. We didn’t bring her up like that.” She reaches to take your hand. You almost recoil. She’s never been that sort. She’s playing it up for him. 

You let her pull you away from him. Better her than him. You just need to get away. Somewhere safe. Somewhere you can cry. 

[thezombieprostitute]

Ok, I know he's been stalking her a bit, chasing away any competition and all that, but he's also being genuinely sweet and patient with her. And she needs that. She needs to feel like she's safe, that she can trust, that he's not gonna drop her and make fun of her.

I also love the image of Sheriff Bodecker needing to run off for a minute like a teenager. 🤭

Dream Of A Girl

Part 2

Summary: Lee continues to pick his girl up from work

Warnings: things are heating up a little, touching, kissing, Lee being eager

18+, minors DNI, the usual

Word count: 2949

Notes: I love this story!! I really really do! Please let me know if you enjoy it too 💕

Series masterlist

Previous part

〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

The next day you finished work on time and looked around outside. Your eyes felt tired because you hadn't slept well. Thoughts kept running through your head, and no matter how much you tried to settle you just couldn't. You knew Sheriff Bodecker was going to pick you up today, and you were worried about what you were going to say to his questions. What you needed to ask him. Maybe you should just talk about his job. Your mother did that with your father. And then he asked her what she did that day, even if the answer was always the same. But they seemed happy together, so it was obviously working for them.

His car was waiting for you a few meters away and you Walked towards it. He opened it from the inside again and you took a seat. 

He smiled at you and you awkwardly smiled back. 

“You had a good day?”

“No.”

He seemed surprised, but recovered quickly. “ Oh? Anything you want to share?”

“No.”

He tsk’d. “Alright, I know when to back off.”

Back off what? You started sweating a bit, he looked…a bit annoyed? You should ask him about this day, right? That was a good start. 

“Did you? Have a good day?”

He turned to look at you again, with a smile again. “I did. Nothing beats knowing you have a pretty girl waiting for you.”

Did he meet someone since yesterday? He told you he was alone then. 

“That's nice,” you told him. 

“I meant you,” he clarified.

You started sweating some more. “I.. I -”

He chuckled. “No one ever told you you were pretty before?”

You shook your head. No. Maybe only your parents. But that was it. 

“They're so blind,” he murmured softly. “Well, their loss.”

It stayed quiet, you didn't know how to respond. Should you compliment him back?

“You want to hear about my day, sweetheart?” he finished the silence. 

You shrugged. “Okay.”

And so he started taking about the crimes he prevented, the paperwork that was never ending, how he was looking to get re-elected.

“That would be easier with a wife by my side.” He glanced at you, while you kept your eyes firmly pointed straight ahead of you. “I hope I have that soon.”

You nodded. You gave up hope a long time ago, but you understood for other people it was a normal thing to do. 

“You ever dream of marrying? Finding someone who give you his bite and a few pups to look after?”

“Not anymore,” you lowered your voice, too ashamed to admit. 

“Why not?”

“No one wants to. With me.” You said, feeling anxiety course through you. 

“Hey, hey, don't worry. I can smell your distress from here. Hold up.” He pulled over to park the car to the side and turned to you. He reached out his hand but you flinched, so it froze in the air until he lowered it by his side. 

“It's okay, sweetheart, we're just talking. It's just me. You're safe, right?”

You nodded. He was the sheriff. He would protect you. But he couldn't protect you from your fears and feelings. 

“So why did you get all scared, honey? Can you tell me?”

“Not scared,” you said, trembling. “Just not…I don't like talking about it.”

“But if you don't talk about it, I can't help you.”

Your eyes shifted, trying to look at something calm, something neutral. “You can't help.”

“Try it. Maybe I can." He watched you the whole time and you wished he didn't. “Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone you don't know as well. I'm not going to judge you. People tell me all sorts of things. I witnessed even more. No matter what you tell me, it won't surprise me, alright?”

You thought about it. And there was a suspicion he wasn't going to let go so easily anyway. You sighed. 

“I'm not like the rest. They don't like me. They don't want me. So…I know I'm going to be alone. It's alright. I've accepted it. My parents want me, it's enough.”

 “I like you.”

You looked at him quickly, surprised. “You don't know me.”

“I know you enough. I know your parents, they love you. I can tell. They're good parents. You're polite, you're smart and hard working, you never get into any trouble. And you seem very sweet.”

You felt a little warm with every word he said. It was too much. You brushed imaginary wrinkles out of your dress that didn't exist, just to be able to do something. 

“You're so pretty. And your smell…” he groaned. 

You felt heat shot through you. That was…it wasn't proper was it? You don't talk about smell. You.. kept it to yourself. Until you.. you mated. Why was he telling you this? 

He leaned in a little. Sniffing. “You smell so good.” 

His head was too near you, and you were trapped in the car, surrounded by his smell. 

And it wasn't.. bad. He smelled nice even. But he shouldn't. He didn't have to be this near. 

“Everytime you're near me, and I get a whiff of you, it feels right, ya know? Feels like home.”

You blinked. It did? You did? 

“I just want to bring you flowers, and take you out. Maybe to the movies.”

“Too crowded, too much noise,” you piped up.

He chuckled. “Then for milkshakes, or a walk. Anything you'd like. I'll treat you so well. You'd want for nothing.”

You breathed him in. When you did, you felt less nervous. His scent making you feel something you hadn't before. You didn't understand why it did that. 

“You'd like that sweetheart? Me taking you out? Showing you how good you are? You'd be making me so proud if you’d let me. Being around such a pretty girl.”

He talked like it was an honor. Like you were a price he wanted to show off. Like others would be jealous. You wanted to laugh. It would be the opposite. People would talk about him. Wonder why he'd show you interest. That he could do better.

“I don't…. I've never, I mean, you can't.”

“Why not? Are you telling me no?” His jaw tightened and he looked a little colder.

“You can do better than me. You're the sheriff. I'm not.. I'm not good.” You whispered, tears pricking in your eyes, having to confess that.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” He moved nearer, almost touching you. “How could I not like you? You're always kind to everyone, I see you're great with kids, they love you, you’d make such a good momma.”

You felt warm all over. It was burning you from the inside. 

“With your pretty dresses, always looking so good, so beautiful. You should see yourself when the sun shines and your hair lights up. Beautiful. I’d be so proud walking beside you, knowing I'm your man.”

His finger touched the fabric of your dress and your eyes followed it as it rubbed softly against it. 

“They would all look at us, and they'd see what a great wife you would make. You’d be good for me right?”

The way his voice lowered made you want to agree. You struggled to keep it inside. His hand moved to your leg, warmth seeping through your dress and you trembled again.

“I know you'd be such a good girl. And I would be good for you too. I would spoil you. Anything you'd want. I would treat you real nice. Give you kisses whenever you wanted.” He sounded drunk. Like the men in your office at the end of the day sometimes. His voice felt like it was seeping into your bones, like you couldn't move. 

“Fuck it.” He murmured, he put his hands on your jaw to turn you toward him and before you knew it, he pressed his lips against yours. 

A thrill went through you. You wanted to struggle. You didn't like to be touched. But he was being gentle, and he smelled even better now, thick syrup, fresh lemon, spicy cinnamon…all the good things. His mouth was full and he moved it gently against yours. You didn't know what to do, but he didn't seem to mind. He let out a noise in the back of his mouth like he was in pain. 

You were burning up. You felt so warm. 

He pulled away shortly after, eyeing you carefully. Your eyes locked on his this time, like you couldn't even think to look away.

“Your first kiss?” He guessed. And you nodded. 

“That's a real honor, sweetheart. I feel very happy to be your first.”

You looked down quickly, too overwhelmed to keep looking at him. You wanted to touch your mouth. Let your fingers touch the flesh and memorize the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“You liked it?”

You hesitated, then nodded.

His scent thickened, heavy in the air, delicious. 

“Good. Because I might just kiss you again.”

Oh God, you pressed your hands to your heart, it felt like it was beating out of your chest. He was going to kiss you again, maybe. And you didn't think you'd mind. 

You laid awake that night, again, thinking over and over about that kiss. His scent was on you. Your mother widened her eyes when you stepped inside, but one look at you and she kept quiet, even if you thought she wanted to ask about it. Maybe she knew it was too soon. Maybe she feared you would get overwhelmed. Or perhaps she knew you wanted to keep it to yourself a little longer. 

“Go freshen up before your father gets home,” she simply told you, and her hand carefully touched your shoulder briefly, like she wanted to fuss over you. 

You were disappointed to remove his smell off you. But your father would want to know whose it was. And you didn't know what to say if he questioned you. The sheriff talked about dating, but he hadn't asked you out. You didn't know how serious he had been. Maybe you should ask him next time you saw him? 

You could still remember what he smelled like later, in your bed, and you felt yourself heat up again thinking about it. 

His mouth and his eyes. He was an attractive man. And he called you pretty! 

Squeaky noises came out of your throat and you couldn't help it. It was all too much. But it was good. You hoped. You thought. 

-

He picked you up again, and asked if you wanted to go for milkshakes, but you shook your head. You had started to get a headache. The office was especially loud that day and you felt the noise still throbbing in your head.

You pressed your hands against the side of your face, trying to squeeze out the pain until you felt him grab your wrists and remove them.

You wanted to pull away, but he wouldn't let you. He pulled you against him, ignored your struggling and shushed you. 

“Hey, hey! Sweetheart. It's okay. Shh, just smell me…here, come on.”

He pushed your face into the crook of his neck, right where his gland was. As soon as your nose was pressed against it, you sagged a little. His scent enveloping you completely. A whine escaped you. 

“That's it. Feels better right? you don't have to do anything, or think of anything but now. You're safe. Just relax.”

And you did, taking big whiffs of his scent, eyes closed, trying to relax. 

“You're being a good girl aren't you? Letting me take care of you like this.” You heard his voice murmur in your ear, felt the rumbling in his chest. Your hands gripping his shirt, not caring if you wrinkled it. “It feels mighty fine having you trust me to help you. You're making me feel real good sweetheart.”

No one had ever spoken to you like this. Like you were worthy. Like you mattered. Like they cared. You made him feel good? You made the most pathetic noise.

“I know. It's a lot. But you're doing so well. You like my scent sweetheart?”

You nodded. You did. You liked it a lot. You could stay here forever, blocking out the rest of the world. 

“I'm so pleased, sweetheart. I like yours too…will you let me scent you as well? I've been thinking about it all night. I would love to carry you with me. It will make the lonely nights better.. You can do that for me right?”

You nodded, mumbling something unintelligible, but he seemed to understand. He pushed your face up, gently, his hands holding your head up as he stared into your eyes, while you tried to focus but felt too dazed to manage, until he pushed his face into your neck. 

His nose against your gland made your shiver. It was like your mind stopped functioning. You felt the most pathetic whine bubbling up your throat, but you held onto his shirt for dear life, afraid to fall if you let go. 

His mouth…he moved it over your skin, something wet moved over that special spot and you spasmed.

He pulled back in surprise and watched you carefully. One you stopped trembling, and his face came into focus, he looked…you couldn't place how he looked. 

“Did you just..?”

You blinked owlishly. What? 

“Oh God, okay, it's okay baby. You did so good,” he quickly told you, but he sounded off. He looked tense. 

Maybe you made him mad.

“Nature’s calling, honey, I'll be right back okay. You watch the car for me.”

He practically ran out of the car and went into the nearest shop. You sat there, stunned. Had you done something wrong? But what he did felt really good. It felt like you got lifted out of your body and pulled back in. Like an elastic snapping back into place. 

You didn't know what happened, but he didn't seem to like it. You hung your head, hiding your face in shame. He was angry. You were sure of it. You didn't know what you were going to say when he came back. 

Maybe he didn't want you to be in the car once he got back? But he had told you to watch it for him. So you stayed. 

It took a while before he returned. His cheeks were rosy and he had a smile around his mouth. Maybe things were okay? Maybe he really did need to use the bathroom? 

He stepped inside again and smiled at you. “There we go. Sorry. Sometimes you can't hold it, can you?”

You nodded, hesitant.

“Aaw, sweetheart, are you shy? You don't have to, I liked it.”

Liked it? You didn't know what it was, but he wasn't mad that it happened? 

You gave him a glance, to see how he was looking and he seemed relaxed and good natured. He licked his lips. 

“Can I get a kiss, sweetheart? I've been thinking about it all day.” He stared at you expectantly. 

You pondered, but you had liked it yesterday, and you were relieved he wasn't angry, so you nodded. 

“Come on then, kiss me,” he said teasingly. 

Oh. You moved over to him, unsure if how to do this, but just decided to press your lips against his. Upclose he smelled very intense. His scent thicker than before, so you gasped. When you did that, his tongue was suddenly in your mouth, and his hands moved against your face holding you in place. 

It was wet. And weird. But his smell was so overpowering that it wasn't the worst. His tongue tried to coax yours into moving as well but you didn't know how. You just let him move and tried to move as well.

You had expected to hate it. The kissing, the touching. But it didn't feel bad. You liked it. He felt nice, he smelled nice. He said nice things. He made your body float, like you were in the water. Weightless. 

His hands stroked your cheeks, moved to your neck, and suddenly pressed on your gland. You moaned and sagged into his chest. 

“God, look at you. You're feeling real nice, aren't you, sweetheart? I am going to be a gentleman, though, and bring you back so you can be a good girl to your mommy and daddy. No need to rush. But who knew you'd be so responsive? I thought I was going to have to try harder, but it turns out you're just as affected by me as I am about you huh?”

You couldn't do much more than run your nose on his neck, so close to his gland again. 

He sighed. “I’ve kept you long enough, don't want your parents to worry. I want them to like me, show them I've got good intentions. Can't do that when you're coming back all ruffled. Come on sweetheart, back in your seat you go.” He moved you carefully as you blinked at him.

“It's alright, just some space, honey, we need to both calm down a little, huh? I still need to drive, and you have to fix your hair. I might've messed it up a little. You look good though,” he smiled tenderly at you. 

You touched your hair. He was right, it had come out of its pins, you tried to make it presentable again. 

“I would really like to take you out in the weekend, would you like that? Maybe we could take a walk in the park, or go for ice cream.”

“I, I like ice cream,” you admitted.

He smiled happily, “Then ice cream it is.”

Next part

[pahtoosh]

lap, please

[image ID: the center is a picture of lee bodecker on a dark blue background with white dots representing stars above his head. on the left is an image of a barn and on the right is a photo taken from the inside of a car pointing at a field of grass. /.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~550 words

warnings: i keep trying to write a southern accent and i will not stop

a/n: i don't really like road trips !! don't tell daddy lee though, i will happily go on one with him

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: you get pouty on a ride home with lee.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾

You squirmed in your seat, pouting and staring at Lee. This was the longest road trip you had ever been on. 

Your daddy planned the perfect day today. He woke you up early and surprised you with the news of a day trip for just the two of you. He took you to the apple orchard where you picked some fruit and ate apple turnovers for breakfast. Then, it was to the farm where you petted goats and baby chicks. By late afternoon he had taken you to the tulip farm and asked a nice couple to take photos of you on Lee’s film camera. 

Everything was perfect. Until the ride home when some unexpected traffic added another two hours to your commute. You’d had such a wonderful day and you didn’t want to seem ungrateful or make your daddy upset by being bratty. But it was way past your bedtime and all you wanted was to rest your head in Lee’s plush lap and fall asleep with your face against his soft belly. 

You let out another whine. 

“I know, baby. Daddy’s sorry but I can’t drive with ya on my lap. It’s not safe, sweetheart.” He offered you his right hand to hold.

You accepted it gladly, kissing the back of Lee’s hand. 

“How ‘bout we get your mind off a’ this mess, huh? What’d ya like seen’ today?”

“Mmm. I like the goats and the duckies.”

“Yeah? That was pretty funny when of ‘em got distracted by a frog an’ broke the line.”

You giggled. “Yeah, and den all the duckies keep walking and he almost got lost! He have to walked so fast he almost fell down.”

Lee spared a look at you then returned his eyes to the road. “Did ya like them apple pastries from the orchard?”

You nodded. “They was so yummy! The bestest breakfast ever! Can we make them at home, Daddy?”

“Your daddy’s not much of a baker, baby.” He sensed your disappointment and recovered quickly. “Well, I might have a coupla’ my ma’s old recipe cards in a cabinet. There’s gotta be an apple turnover recipe in there somewhere. And we already got the best apples in the state, so just tell Daddy what else ya need from him o’ the store.”

“Yay! Yay! Thank you, Daddy.” 

“Anything’ for you, sweetheart.” Lee was grinning now. He couldn’t see your face because he was focused on the road, but he could feel your happiness radiating from you. 

“You help me make the tarts?”

He squeezed your hand. “Sure will. There’s lots a’ steps I can help ya with. Like cuttin’ up the apples. Little babies like you have no business around sharp tools.”

You hummed in agreement and daydreamed about the pastries you and Lee would make. Now feeling less sad, you looked out the window and yawned. 

“Gettin’ tired over there?”

You shook your head but you were already starting to nod off. 

Lee chuckled when he got a glimpse of you fighting off sleep. “Go on and rest your head on the winda’ baby. I’ll wake ya when we get home.”

You grunted but did as he said. You fell asleep still holding your daddy’s hand with the rumble of the car and his gentle squeezes lulling you to sleep. 

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Spooky szn is over 🎃 hello November ✨ I tried my best to keep up with kinktober reading but you lot are too talented! Anyway, enjoy perusing everything I read throughout October. As always please give these gorgeous fics and their even more gorgeous authors the love they deserve by reblogging 🖤 the majority of fics contain adult themes and are 18+ only and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading angels 💐

Eddie Munson ✨

But what goes down by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

The girl at the rock show by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

High for this by @succubusmunson

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Feelin' gourd by @jobean12-blog

Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Within' you by @navybrat817

Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fear and degradation by @groubee

rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader

Yes chef! by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Chef!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hopelessly devoted by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Insatiable by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Joel Miller ✨

Thrills by @moonlight-prose

joel miller x f!reader

Can't keep my hands to myself by @jobean12-blog

Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Beauty brought of rapture and desire by @the-iceni-bitch

demon!Ari Levinson x virgin witch fem!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Out of line by @dreamlessinparis

Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Devil devil by @sgt-seabass

vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader

Save your tears by @flordeamatista

lee bodecker x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Easy as pie by @navybrat817

Andy Barber x Female Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Drunk on you by @moonlight-prose

joaquín torres x f!reader

Steve Kemp ✨

You by @shadeysprings

Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

The red woods by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Meet your match by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Kinktober ✨

Mob!Bucky's kinktober honeymoon by @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober 2023 by @lunarbuck

The witching hour by @flordeamatista