#soft dark sheriff lee bodecker

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

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

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

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

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

[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.

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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

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[navybrat817]

Happy valentines day in advance my dear Navy😘

I saw these dark prompts you shared

“It makes my blood boil every time I see you talking to him/her/them.”

“Go ahead, lock your doors, change your phone number. I’ll still find you.”

“I would never ever hurt you.”

And I thought they would go amazingly with our favorite sheriff Lee Bodecker OR with Boxer!Curtis Everett👀 I hope this inspires something ✨❤️

My beautiful Carrot! Someone else asked for Lee and “Go ahead, lock your doors, change your phone number. I’ll still find you.”, so I went with Curtis. Hope you like it!

Cold as Ice

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Boxer!Curtis Everett x Female Reader

Summary: The newest boxer at the gym sets his sights on you.

Word Count: Over 900

Warnings: Possessive and overbearing behavior, dark vibes, talk of violence (not against reader), Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You tapped your finger against the keyboard as you looked over the schedule. You needed a vacation, and you luckily had some time, and a bit of money saved up. It was just a matter of how soon you could take it because you needed the break. Somewhere warm, and far away.

It wasn't that you didn't want to be at the gym. You really loved working there. It had its perks like free workouts and being close to some of your favorite spots. But it was getting to be more and more stressful going into work each day. All thanks to Curtis Everett.

The boxer with a mean right hook, buzzed hair and a beard as dark as coal, and eyes as cold as ice. For whatever reason set his sights on you the second he joined the gym. Maybe because you smiled at him. You really didn’t know. But it didn't take long for his workout schedule to conveniently match the days you were working. If he had a question or issue, you were the only one who could help him. Even if you were busy helping someone else, he’d wait. Your boss didn’t seem to care when you made a comment in passing one day since he was a “customer” and it was expected of you to provide the best service.

Curtis seemed to always be where you were, too, which wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so imposing. If you were in a certain area, cleaning machines or setting anything up, he was suddenly there like a shadow casting darkness over you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe with him so close. He even left when you did some nights, keeping only a small distance while you went to your car and not walking on until you got in safely. You always locked the door quickly just to be on the safe side.

Some days he didn't say much to you. Just grunted or stared, or glared at anyone who spoke to you. The last guy who tried to flirt with you ended up with a broken jaw when Curtis offered to do a practice round with him. And while the guy was on the ground in pain, Curtis looked over at you. The expression “blood ran cold” was a real thing because you immediately trembled under his gaze.

It was just getting to be too much.

“Have a good night,” Steve said when he walked by.

You looked away from the computer and nodded. Steve Rogers was one of the best boxers around, and one of the kindest. He was also good looking. The entire package. “You, too, Steve.”

He stopped, his brows pinching when he took in your expression. “Are you okay?”

“I will be. “Steve was a good guy. If you said someone was bothering you, he would've stepped in and helped. You couldn't ask that of him. This was your problem to deal with. “Thanks.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything,” he said, flashing that kind smile of his.

“I appreciate it,” you smiled back. Your shoulders slumped when he walked out. He was one of the last guys to leave. Oh, god. That meant the only person left was-

“It makes my blood boil every time I see you talking to him.”

The bass of Curtis’s voice made you jump. You hated how easily he scared you. “Curtis, you shouldn’t be behind the counter,” you chastised, closing out the schedule.

“And you shouldn’t be flirting with Rogers, but here we are,” he said, gripping your shoulder and spinning you around to face him. His nostrils flared as he towered over you, and you feared he might strike you. Your eyes rounded at the thought, your back hitting the counter when you backed up. “Were you smiling that sweet smile that should only be for me?”

“I-I wasn’t,” you promised, shaking when he brought a calloused hand to your cheek. He wouldn’t try anything, right? Not out there in the open. And it wasn’t like the security cameras would catch anything. Your boss said they went out recently and he had to get them fixed. “Curtis, please.”

“You think I’m going to hurt you?” The ice in his eyes melted only a little as he closed the distance, his lips ghosting yours. “I would never, ever hurt you.”

You trembled, wanting so badly to believe him. “What do you want from me?” you asked, hating how small your voice sounded.

“I want you to finish up work and tell me where you’re planning to go on your trip,” he answered, chuckling at your expression. “You think I didn’t know? Of course I knew. And I’m going with you.”

He might as well have punched you with how winded you suddenly felt. “Go with me? But-”

“And Rogers might not go down as easily as that other prick, but I’ll wreck him if I catch you flirting with him again and I’ll give him a lot worse than a broken jaw. That’s a promise,” he said, brushing his nose against yours before he pulled away. You had to reach behind you and grab the counter to keep from falling. “Let’s go. We need to figure out the details for our trip.”

Tears blurred your vision. “Curtis-”

“Just nowhere cold,” he interrupted, his icy blue eyes on you like always. “I hate the cold.”

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[theinheriteddutchess]

Sick Of Leaving In The Morning

part one of Dreams can come true

Chapter summary: life after mating is pretty good.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: 3311

Warnings: a lot of loving. Alpha\Omega, neurodivergency reader, soft dark!Lee (but as you can see it's mostly soft)

Notes: well we're here, the sequel, where I continue giving little glances at their lives because we all weren't ready to give up on them🤭 I hope you like it and leave me a message if you loved it, I thrive on those💕

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The smells are heavy in the air as you stir the pan with sauce and keep an eye on the juicy steak cooking to, hopefully, perfection. 

One eye on the clock above the entrance, tells you Lee will be home within a few minutes. Your heart jumps thinking about him. It still does. Even after months of marriage. You can see his smile clear in front of you and the spoon in your hand stills as you daydream about your husband. It still feels a little weird to call him that. 

He, on the other hand, has no problem calling you wife. It was ridiculous even, because it seemed he took up every opportunity to call you by that name. Like he wanted everyone to know, and they better not forget. 

“Have you met my wife?”

“My wife cooked this. It's the best dish I've ever eaten. Don't you think?” - accompanied with a cold look if the other person didn't rush to affirm quick enough.

“My wife and I like to spend our evenings alone.”

“My wife reads a lot, she's got a good head on her shoulders. Better than the idiots I have to work with.”

You were flustered and could barely look at anyone when he went off like this. His hands firmly around your waist, never giving an inch of room. He liked holding you close. And you could admit it grounded you having him so near. His smell always soothing you if you were nervous. 

By now everyone knew about the sheriff's wife. Gossip had mellowed down, and now it was only the occasional people, with nothing better to do than to sit down together and have some tea and biscuits to go over the most boring events of the day, who still looked to bring it up like it was scandalous. 

No one ever dared to bring it up to you. They were too afraid of Lee to try it. 

As sweet as he was to you, the more threatening he became if anyone troubled the happiness of his marriage. One wrong look. One bad word, and he would only glance at the person for them to know trouble was coming. 

You were mostly unaware of it, as he didn't want to cause any more stress. In his mind he was protecting you from the fierce side of his temper. He dealt with any grievances alone and without any possible witnesses. 

You bit your lips nervously as the steak was out of the pan and laid resting on a plate, almost ready to serve. Lee wasn’t going to be late, was he? The food would turn cold if he was, and you had made such a careful planning of arranging everything to be done at the same time. What if he was held up at the station? 

Sure, you could wrap up a plate and heat it up again, but it never tasted as good as when you put out in front of him, steaming hot and fresh. 

Your worries were for nothing, as the door opened only a few seconds later, and soon the scent of him drifted towards the kitchen and you inhaled like it was the first fresh breath you had since he left. Your shoulders relaxed and your mind calmed easily.

He was home.

He found you easily. The first thing you noticed was his smile as he saw you, and the way his eyes warmed when your eyes caught each other. 

“Hi honey, it sure is good to see you.”

You felt like you could melt into a puddle hearing his rich voice.

“Are you hungry?” You smiled, looking at the floor, simply too overwhelmed with his presence. 

“Yeah,” he croaked, nearing you.

Your hands were already reaching out to the plate to pile the roast potatoes and vegetables alongside the steak, when you were wrapped into his embrace and his face pressed into your neck. 

His body wasn't fully pressed against you, keeping a few centimeters of room for his hand to sneak between to place it on your belly. 

“Starved really,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your neck that had you shaking already. 

His other hand slid up your waist, and you swallowed.

“Lee…the food.” 

“We can eat a little later,” he replied as he lifted your chin so he could properly kiss you.

“But it's perfect now,” you whined.

“And it will be perfect later.”

That wasn't true. You frowned. “No, it will be cold, and the gravy will have set and-”

“Honey,” he interrupted sternly and you closed your mouth and looked at him. “Dinner looks great, you have done so well, but I really want to make love to my wife before I eat.”

Oh. You looked away. You wanted to, but…

His hand stroked your cheek softly.

“Look at you, sweetheart. All pretty waiting for your man to be home. Cooking me a meal and wanting to serve me. How could I be so lucky? Can't deny me a taste of you, can you? Had to wait so long to see you, to touch you. And here you are. I'm not a patient man, honey. I will eat all that tasteful food you worked so hard on, after. But I need to be inside you now.”

Your knees buckled. Or they would have, had he not quickly steadied you. His belly pressed against yours. 

“You're gonna let me love on you, baby?”

You nodded. Your hands grabbing his sweater to have something to hold onto because you wanted to move them - flapping your mother called it-, the excitement now too much for you.

“You smell so good honey, better than that steak you've been making me, even if it does smell delicious. You're taking such good care of me. Let me return the favour.”

He swooped you off of your feet, a smug smile appearing when you let out a little shriek, and carried you towards the stairs. 

“Gotta warn you, I'm real hungry, honey, might have to remind me to be a little more gentle to you now you're carrying.”

Your eyes fell on your swollen belly as his scent thickened. 

“Can't imagine how much it does to me seeing you carry my child.” He nearly growled, and a rush of slick trickled down your thighs upon hearing it. Your body already preparing for what was to come. 

Finding out you were pregnant set something off in him, and it was like he couldn't keep his hands to himself around you. Which wasn't different from how it was before, but somehow felt even more intense. 

While he was always sweet and gentle with you, there was something dark and intense as he looked at you, and he was insatiable. 

Not that you minded. It made you feel so desired and loved. No one had ever given you this much attention, and this much affection. Lee made you feel loved and wanted every day. 

Once he carried you upstairs, he found your bedroom easily, his shoe kicking it open swiftly, and laying you down on the sheets carefully. 

He towered over you, just staring at you. Once his eyes landed on your big belly you saw him swallow and cup himself. It thrilled you that you had such an effect on him, your body responding to his needs and legs falling open for him. 

“You're so pretty, baby. I'm counting my lucky stars to have you. I can smell you from over here. You've been needing me too, huh? Waiting all day for me to return so you can let me have you. I can't wait to hear you scream my name, sweetheart. Knowing I'm the one doing this to you. I'm the one making you feel this way. The only one, huh? No one else is ever going to touch you.”

He undressed. He didn't hurry, even if you had expected to. No. He undressed calmly, as his eyes never left yours, holding you in place like an invisible bond. You couldn't look away if you tried. You wanted to watch him remove his clothes, piece by piece, but you were enthralled with his dark stare.

Once he was naked, he kneeled down and lifted your skirt. You threw your hands over your eyes, still shy as ever, while he disappeared from view under the annoying fabric. 

It didn't take long for his mouth to find you and you let out a moan. He inhaled with a growl and his scent was bringing you to even bigger heights. He was enjoying this very much. Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed it more than you, because it sure gave him pleasure to see and smell what it did to you.

His tongue was licking you gently. Too gently. He was torturing you! 

“Lee,” you groaned, grabbing his hair with one hand, while the other grabbed the sheet in despair. “Please, Lee, I want…please, I want you.”

He sucked and licked, before replying. “Wait a little longer, I just want to taste you baby, been thinking about it since lunch, when I saw you packed me those heartshaped cookies. Wanted to rush over here immediately to fuck you good, but it's been so busy at work, and I can't let them run the place by themselves just yet, they'll mess it up. But I promised myself, as soon as I got home…”

“You're such a -” you whined at a particular good nibble.” “Such a good sheriff. So good. You keep everyone safe, Lee. I understand you're needed. I just, I just miss you, that's all.”

He groaned and the vibrations shot through you. You mewled and trembled. “Couldn't do it without you, honey. You keep me going. But I… I would give it all up for you. You know that right? For you and the little one. Our little family.”

You nodded, though he couldn't see. And maybe he didn't need to, because you reached your high and shook while clinging your legs against his head until you calmed down a little.

When he appeared into your view, his face was red with exertion, and possible lack of breath, but his warm eyes told you he was pleased with you. 

He crawled up to you, his body pressing against you, careful not to crush you as he laid kisses down your face and neck. 

He loved kissing his mating bite, and as always you wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him in. 

He didn't push in, however, but rolled over and took you with him. 

Suddenly you were on top. You looked down at him, trying to lift off, but he wouldn't let you. Confused, you eyed him. 

“Like this sweetheart,” he told you. 

You frowned. Like this, what? You frowned at him again, looking away when you couldn't read the answer on his face, your mind racing what he could mean.

“I'm going to put it in and you're going to move.”

You felt on fire, you couldn't possibly do that? How were you supposed to move? He normally did all the moving. And he was never underneath you. 

His hands stroked your side, fingertips brushing over the sides of your belly lovingly. His eyes glued to it and you felt his manhood twitch against you. 

“Come on, get up a little,” he told you, and you obeyed without another thought, as you always did when he instructed you.

He held himself in his hands and bit his lip, then glanced at you. “Now sit down again.”

You lowered yourself and felt him breach you. Moaning you laid your hands on his chest to steady yourself on top of him, feeling him inside of you so deliciously. You didn't think you would ever get used to it.

“Lee!”

“I know. I know, sweetheart, feels good huh? Your man loving you. ‘S all for you. Everything. Take it baby.”

The more you slid down, the deeper he went, but you hovered over him carefully. 

He frowned and grabbed you tightly and pushed you down. You trembled, already on the verge of another orgasm - you were so sensitive lately - and tried to lift yourself but he kept you right there. 

His eyes were dancing over your face, and you stared back.

You didn't know what he was seeing in your expression, but you knew what you felt and he wouldn't let you move away. 

“Lee, I'm probably too heavy.” You stated your concerns. 

He relaxed and looked at you sweetly. “Probably not as bad as when I'm on top of you, honey.” He looked a little bashful, eyes sliding down his own body with contempt.

“I like it when you're on top. It makes me feel safe,” you confessed, feeling awfully shy talking about this. No matter the physical part of your relationship, or how many times it became physical in your daily lives, you never became that comfortable discussing it. But Lee looked like he was criticizing himself, and that wouldn't do.

His attitude changed hearing your words. Eyes darkening again and a flush arising in his cheeks. 

“Yeah? You love your man protecting you, sweetheart? When I'm all around you? On top of you. Making you feel sheltered and safe? Letting me be around you and inside you?”

The mouth on him could be the cause of your death one day. You sank down on him, not being able to keep yourself up and off him. Your weight fully lowered down on him, and he groaned, pleased. His hands grabbing your waist, his groin moving firmly against you, like he couldn't help himself and wanted to be closer even if he was already fully inside of you. 

“Fuck, look at you, honey. Look at you sitting on top of me. Where you belong. You're gonna move, honey? You gonna help me get there? Yeah you are, right? Worked hard all day, come home, let my wife fuck me.”

You wanted to cover your face, but your hands were busy holding onto his chest to give you strength to do what he said. His words guiding your body, wanting to help him. Give him all of you, he deserved it. He wanted it. You needed to give him what he wanted. 

You moved, unsure at first, breathing heavy as his words made you throb where you were connected. 

“I can feel you, sweetheart. You're eager to give it to me, huh? If you weren't already pregnant, I would knock you up right now. Just like I did the first time we made love. Didn't that show you we were meant to be together? Only took one time. Bred you so easily. Because you're so good, honey. Giving me all I need, huh?”

You orgasmed again, squeezing him and he shook with the effort of trying to hold himself back. You collapsed, your muscles not used to the exertion in this position, but he just turned you over again, his teeth already on your neck, biting you gently to give you another high. 

You squirmed and grabbed him tight, legs wrapping around him as much as you could. Belly pressed against yours warmly, as he kept murmuring to you while he picked up the pace. 

“Fucking best wife ever. Perfect. Everyday, I can't believe you're there, all loving on me. I'm never gonna let you do, I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Knock you up again. Yeah, you like that, won't you? Me knocking you up again right after? Keeping you pregnant. Fucking my come into you just like a good Alpha would. Loving you always. Love - love you…”

He groaned like he was in pain as he released, triggering you to go with him again. It kept coming, you felt it seep into you, warm inside of you and you were keening. Clutching onto him because you didn't want him to leave, but he pulled out a little later and you whined. 

That wasn't what you wanted. He needed to be near again. Nearer. Why was he doing this to you? You cried a little, even if you didn't know why, and he shushed you.

“It's okay, honey. It's okay. Just can't lock you right now, you wanted me to eat your food, baby. And it's going to get cold if I knot you. You'll be so disappointed if it does. You know that, right? And I'm not going to disappoint you. But I tell you what. After dinner, I'm going to love you real good, all night if you want. Yeah, you want that? You want me inside you all night? Going to feel me during the day tomorrow. Remind you who you belong to. That's sounds good? I want that, sweetheart, wish I could carry you inside of me as well. But I'll come home and love you some more. Will keep me going through the day. So eager to go home to my wife and make her know how much I miss her every day.”

You pressed your face to his chest. You couldn't speak. It was too much. Your love was too much. You felt him. Inside and out. And you never wanted it to be over. 

But after a few minutes he pulled away from you and you nearly sobbed again.

“Come on, honey. Time to eat. That baby is going to need some food to grow, and can't have you faint on me. You need your strength. Remember what I told you. Tonight, baby. And I'm starving for that steak.” He smiled at you softly, helping you up. “ No, leave your clothes, it's warm enough in the house, and I can warm you up if you're cold. Let's go.”

Both of you were naked as you went down the stairs, your hands occasionally touching him, like you couldn't resist. He threw you a smile every time you did. 

While he was eating - sounds of appreciation throughout every bite - he mentioned to you; “think it's time to start nesting, sweetheart. You've been clinging onto me more than usual, and all the books told me those are signs you're ready.”

You listened, frowning slightly because you didn't understand. 

Lee had borrowed basically every book from the library about pregnancy and expecting, while you barely could read a paragraph before throwing the book in a corner. 

All that information made you stressed and you'd rather not know. It was scary. And while a part of you knew you couldn't avoid it, you preferred pretending it wasn't going to happen. 

The idea that a whole baby was going to come out of - no! You started sweating even thinking about it. 

But Lee took it upon himself to find out everything there was to know about the whole process. And he helped you settle down, and told you when you needed to know something. Sometimes it took you a little harder to calm afterwards, but he was always there. Guiding you, comforting you. And if it was really bad, he explored your whole body until you couldn't think of anything else. 

“I'm going to start ordering some things, honey. And your mom talked about that nesting blanket she used when she was expecting you, remember? Last dinner? I'm going to scent it real good so it'll smell like me. One of the reasons I'm working so hard lately, sweetheart. Going to let Jenkins take over while I'm here, I hope he isn't going to fuck it up, but it'll be his head on the plate if he does, because I'm not going to leave you alone for the last month.”

You grabbed his hand feeling all kinds of things at once. Worry, sure, but mostly love. You wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He was the best man on earth and he proved it all over again. 

Part two

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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. 

[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…

[biteofcherry]

Hi Eva!

For the NYE babe lottery can I please request Sheriff Bodecker?

I’m a fan of manifesting positive thoughts for the new year… but I can settle for horny thoughts… pending what babe appears 😂🙈

Thank you!

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"Um, your regular is here." Stella nudged you, her voice tinted with pity.

Your gaze instantly fell on the thick man who walked in and aimed for his usual spot at the bar.

People in town preferred believing Sheriff Bodecker was a caring man of law, who wanted the best for the citizens. Some knew very well that there was darkness trailing behind him and that his stern approach could unfold into cruelty.

Lee visited the diner you worked at regularly for years, as did many locals. However, the past three months or so, he made it obvious he wouldn't appreciate if any waitress other than you served him.

His attention was a claim that made you feel dirty, even though he never touched you inappropriately.

He didn't need that, his gaze alone left no doubt what kind of thoughts about you he had.

Mustering that soft smile, you moved along the countertop to where he sat.

"Hello, Sheriff." You greeted him.

"Call me Lee, sugar," he reminded you.

"Maybe when you're after hours. When you're in uniform, you're the sheriff." You winked at him, saving yourself with playful reply.

Lee chuckled at that, nodding in agreement. He ordered his usual and a slice of fresh pie.

He made small talk with the locals sitting next to him, but every few moments he'd beckon you over for a refill of his coffee and to ask you something. About your mother's health, about your brother's service in the Army, about the book you were reading at the moment.

You replied politely, with that smile he loved, but still tried to limit the information you gave him. Because it always meant he had something to ask about in the future and keep getting closer to you.

As always, he left a generous tip before leaving the diner. With his absence, your chest filled with lightness again.

It stayed with you til the end of your shift. Though physically tired, you were in a good mood, ready to get back home, take a bath and return to your book.

Your steps faltered, however, when you spotted a car on the parking lot and Lee Bodecker leaning against it.

"As you can see, I'm out of the uniform." He grinned, turning around to show off his civilian clothes.

He opened the passenger's side door and gave you an expectant look.

"Hop in, sugar. And call me Lee."

[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.  

[stuckysbike]

Howl 6

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own. 

Final Chapter! Thanks for those who stuck with me.   Werewolf AU Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now). Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers. This chapter contains smut, P in V, cumplay, blood and a special guest star who I have a soft spot for... (If I’ve missed anything please let me know!)

Bucky was lying in bed, the lamp casting a low glow over the room. He was propped up against a pile of pillows, a book in his lap.

 He looked good, with no shirt on and a knee bent out from beneath the blankets.

 “We need to talk,” you said folding your arms over your chest and leaning on the wall. You tried to appear casual but inside you were anything but.

 “Now isn’t a good time,” Bucky sighed.

 “Yeah, when is? Because we’ve been avoiding this for months and-“

 “It’s three in the morning,” Bucky huffed tiredly.

 You nodded and pursed your lips. “Well you keep avoiding me but we need to talk,” you repeated stubbornly.

 “Look doll, go to bed and we’ll get time to talk during the week yeah?” Bucky flicked his eyes down to his book clearly dismissing you.

 You stared for a few heartbeats, but you were sick of this hot and cold, one minute Bucky was there for you, supportive and strong and the next he was icing you out. And the jealousy, possessive one moment and passive the next, you were starting to fray, and a symptom of that was your body.

 “I’m coming into heat. Early; brought on, I suspect, by living here, by not knowing where I stand,” you said as the unusual feeling tingled in your tummy. You’d only had one heat before, when Jamie was conceived. An unmated Omega didn’t tend to catch them.

 Bucky’s eyes were locked on you now, and you watched his tongue make a path along his bottom lip. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed, nest and let him take care of you, but that fantasy was slipping through your fingers like sand.

 When he didn’t speak you sighed. “I’ll need to uh- make alternative arrangements to staying here.”

 Bucky snorted, his shoulders tensed, but still he didn’t speak.

 “I’ve got a few days before it really starts, I’ll get a room or something, I don’t want to irritate you,” you said.

 Tight pains shot across your chest, as still he didn’t speak, and you were starting to realise that this wasn’t what you thought. He was keeping you around because of Jamie, not because he wanted you there.

 “I was just letting you know Buck,” you said stepping back into the hallway and closing the door with a soft click. You paused at Jamie’s door, peeking in through the tiny gap. Jamie was snoring softly, blankets pulled around him.

 Your bed was cool when you slid in and you rested your cheek on the pillow. You had been hoping that once you and Jamie settled in that Bucky might be willing to try again, and you’d have a chance to finally finish high school, maybe pick up some classes online while you worked part time but that wasn’t going to work anymore. You’d need to pick up more shifts if you were to be able to afford a place of your own with enough room for your little boy.

 Disappointment left you feeling sour as you closed your eyes to sleep knowing that it likely wouldn’t come and you had yet another long night of thinking ahead of you.

 —————

 You closed your eyes, rocking your hips, loving the power you felt as you wiggled your body.

 Out of your perpetual vision you saw a hand coming up, third time in five minutes. You slapped it away and twisted, waggling your finger in his face and tisking as you rested your weight on his thick thighs.

 “Now now Lee, we both know you’re not allowed to touch me,” you said as you rested your forearms on his shoulders.

 He smirked at you and you smirked back. Lee Bodecker was the sheriff, and he just happened to be Bucky’s cousin. Although a little chunkier and shorter he was a lot like Bucky and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy dancing for him.

 It was a Wednesday afternoon, a slow day with very little happening. You were desperate for a few extra shifts to try and build up some cash so you could find a safe place to manage out your heat so you were picking up anything going.

 “You’re a pretty girl,” his voice was husky. “Hard to keep my hands to myself sugar.”

 He leered a little and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah well times up handsome,” you grinned as you rose and stepped back.

 “Awww sugar no, a little extra, for old times’ sake,” he pouted but you shook your head and giggled. you had barely known Lee before you came back, he was your boyfriends older cousin that you saw occasionally at school or family events.

 “Be a good boy and I’ll see you in a few weeks,” you promised. He pouted as you stepped back then his eyes widened slightly.

 You bumped into a solid wall of warm muscle and turned to see Bucky glowering at his older cousin, his arm sliding possessively around your waist.

 “We need to talk,” he growled in your ear. You tried to suppress the shiver but it didn’t work.

 “Oh now you want to talk?” You scoffed, letting your sass seep out. Dancing made you feel powerful and bantering with Lee had you in a good mood.

 He growled your name and you resisted the urge to press your thighs together least he might notice. Your body still wanted him, it hadn’t got the memo he wasn’t interested.

 “See ya Toots,” Lee called arrogantly after you. Bucky sent him a glare as he tugged you, once again, to the car park.

 “Jeez Buck you know how to make a girl feel special,” you teased. His grip tightened and he shook your arm then pulled you around to face him.

 “Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” He snapped.

 You lifted an eyebrow. “Why don’t you make me?”

 “Fuck you!” Bucky walked you backwards cupping your skull at the last moment to protect your head from the side of his truck.

 “You won’t,” you licked your lips, heat pooling in the pit of your tummy.

 The sound of a car alarm drew both of your attention; you followed Bucky’s gaze as it turned to the newcomer. Lee was busy placing his hat on the roof of his car. Bucky growled at him.

 “Word of advice Cousin,” he said as he sucked on his teeth, “don’t fuck this up.”

 “What?” Bucky snapped at him, a frown on his face. The hand on your shoulder loosened.

 “Well if she were my girl,” Lee paused and the smirk he had on his face was private and you could only imagine what he was thinking as he licked his lips, “I would let her dance. Look at her, she’s beautiful, every man in there wants her. If she were mine, well, everyone would know she was my girl. I’d watch her dance, I’d watch them leer over her, then, at the end of the night she’d be going home with me, and them bastards would be going home with their hand.”

 “Lee, fuck off,” Bucky growled.

 Lee sniffed and nodded, placing his hand back on his head. He tipped it towards you. “If he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass give me a call darlin’ and I’ll take real good care of you.”

 Bucky growled again then turned furious eyes on you. You looked up at him, your heart racing.

 “You’re mine, and I’m sick of this ‘sticking your ass in other people’s faces’ business. You’re mine!”

 Bucky’s eyes were wild, feral even. He was going to hit his rut before your heat.

 “Oh, so I’m yours?” You asked.

 Bucky nodded crowding closer. “You’re mine.”

 “Prove it.”

 His bite was harsh over your mating gland. It wasn’t a full bite, but a mark of intention. You felt blood trickle over your collarbones as he ground himself against your body.

 “That proof enough for you doll?” Bucky’s voice was low and gritty and you shivered despite yourself. He carefully licked the blood away and nosed at your neck.

 Your omega was preening but you hushed her, you weren’t that easy.

 "You think one little nip and I'm yours?" You pursed your lips. "You've been an ass to me Bucky."

 Bucky scrunched his nose up, he leaned closer and took a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours.

 "Baby I-"

 "No," you glared at him, your hands on his shoulders pushing him away. "No pet names. Now, I'm going back to work. If you really want to make this work, we can talk over dinner."

 With that you turned away and walked to the back door of the club. You paused, looking back over your shoulder. Bucky was watching you, his eyes dark and stormy, but you could have sworn his lips twitched into a smirk for a second. With a small wave, you clicked the door shut and stepped into the club.

 Technically your shift was over when Lee left but you didn’t mind staying on for a bit. As you took a podium next to the stage you saw Bucky enter through the door he’d pulled you from a few minutes ago. He took a seat, rested his ankle on his knee, clasped his fingers over his tummy, and kept his eyes on you for next hour.

 —————

 Bucky, I changed my mind, I don’t want to talk, I’d rather we talk later and do something more fun now. I’m heading to the cabin; I hope the woods are safe for a soft omega such as myself…xx

 —————

 Your heart hammered in your chest, your legs burned and you could smell the blood left behind from the branches that snatched at you.

 There was a growl behind you, closer than ever.

 You pushed on, catching a glimpse of the light in the cabin. The warm glow begged you to hurry, welcomed you and you decided you would take your chances with the wide meadow.

 You ran, ignoring every protest your body made. Heat trickled down your back, but a sudden burst of adrenaline pushed you on.

 He growled behind you, gleaming white fangs snapping in the night. You pushed on, leaping over a small stream and practically throwing yourself over the fence. By some miracle you landed on your feet and you dashed the last few meters to the porch, the door.

 You fell inside with a bang, the door slamming against the wall, but he was right behind you, looming over your body as you twisted onto your back.

 You tried to push away, and he followed you, his massive body caging you in. He changed as he moved, his body shifting and morphing before your eyes.

 It was an intimate thing an alpha shifting. They rarely let others watch. You were one of the few.

 He growled your name out, and you shivered. “I’m about sick of this dance we’re doing darlin’,” he whispered. “It’s time I took what’s mine.”

 You swallowed and nodded. “I agree.”

 “I’m going to bite you. Mate you. Claim you. Might even breed you. You want that? Huh?”

 You hesitated, and he smirked, his eyes burning into you. He caught a handful of your hair and pulled your head back roughly. “I asked you a question.”

 His breath was hot on your throat, and your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. You parted your lips and ran your tongue around them. Bucky mirrored your movement, and you clenched your thighs together.

 His eyes softened and searched your face.

 “Enough games baby, do you want this, do you want me?”

 You understood that this wasn’t part of the game, this wasn’t playtime. This was Bucky asking for your consent, your commitment.

 “I’ll take care of you, I promise, you just need to let me,” his tender words made your heart clench.

 “You’re all I’ve ever wanted love,” you told him.

 He brushed his chapped lips against your well bitten ones, slipped his tongue into your mouth. He rolled his hips down into you as he deepened the kiss, owning you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tangled your fingers into his hair.

 You felt his hard length against your lace covered centre, but you didn’t want that, not yet. Instead you rolled to your front and looked over your shoulder, pressing your ass into Bucky’s crotch.

 “Undress me,” you begged. Bucky smirked and within a minute you were naked. His hands gripped your arms trying to turn you over, but you played shy knowing it was what he wanted. “No.”

 Bucky chuffed and buried his face in your neck. “You’re killing me here doll,” he complained.

 “Promise you won’t look,” you teased again. Bucky snorted.

 “Yeah, dollface, I won’t look,” he raised back and sat on his haunches. His thick thighs bunched and his hard cock curved towards his tight abs. His eyes never left you as you rolled over, and he easily tugged your arms away from your body. “Tits got bigger.”

 You slapped him and he laughed, but then his face turned serious. “Bucky?”

 “I don’t want our second first time to be on the floor.”

 —————

 “Present,” Bucky growled low in his throat.

 You spread you knees, pushed your ass into the air and pressed your chest into the bedsheets below.

 You were already aching, wrung out from Bucky’s mouth on you and now he would take you as his own, snapping an unwavering bond in place forever.

 You would be omega no more; you would be his alpha female now. His equal.

 Bucky ran his fingers through your slick pussy, then used your juices to stroke his cock. He leaned forward and with his other hand grasped the two of yours in one of his.

 You whined, rutting back and he snarled in response, snapping his jaw at you.

 His cock was long and thick, and despite thorough preparation he felt almost too big. “Easy girl,” he hummed soothingly. “Good girl.”

 Normally you hated condescending words but you whined again trying to move back but he held you fast.

 “Bucky please,” you slurred. The last time you had been together he was a boy, strong but slim, a beta wolf. Years of hard work and had made him imposing, big but you still felt the same, small in comparison to his bulk.

 He sunk in slow, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

 “Baby,” he practically purred as he buried his face in your neck. He licked over your mating gland, and you clenched around him again.

 “Come on, please love fuck me,” you pushed against him. You could feel the veins on his cock against your walls as you clenched around him.

 Bucky pulled back slow then snapped his hips forward. The bed rattled as Bucky fucked your open, nipping the skin on your neck.

 He fucked you hard, hips slapping into yours as you both panted and gasped for air. His cock brushed over your sweet spot repeatedly bringing on yet another orgasm.

 You cried out, throwing your head back, and then Bucky flipped you onto your back. He loomed over you dark and strong, his eyes lust blown.

 “You ready?” He asked, his face open and sincere. You could feel him throbbing inside you and you nodded pulling his head down to yours smashing your lips together.

 “Fuck me please,” you said. Bucky picked up his pace, his mouth capturing a nipple as he fucked you hard. You hooked your ankles behind his back and bared your throat to him.

 Bucky did the same to you, baring his mating gland and pulling your face to his neck.

 He bit you first, and the mixture of pleasure and pain triggered another orgasm.

 Bucky’s seed flooded you, and you cried out as he pumped his hips repeatedly into you.

 You couldn’t stop licking and lapping at your mark on him, tasting his blood in your mouth. Bucky was doing the same, nuzzling into you.

 He drew his lips to yours and the kiss you shared was tender, Bucky’s hand cupping your chin to hold you in place. “I’m yours now doll, never gonna’ get rid of me.”

 You smiled up at him. “I’m yours, and I never want to be apart from you again Bucky. I love you so much.”

 As you law nuzzling each other you felt the bond slip into place. You lay there as long as you could stroking his back and hair and you gazed up at the ceiling.

 Eventually he pulled out, and you both watched as his fingers gathered your mixed juices and pushed them back in.

 “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered as his other hand trailed over your abdomen, his fingers tracing the little silver stretch marks left behind by Jamie.

 “Not so bad yourself,” you teased nudging his cheek with your foot. Bucky chuckled, nipped the arch of your foot then covered your body with his to ready you both for another round.

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Cuffed <3 ||

Summary: Lee hadn't expected to find you locked in his missing handcuffs when he got home after hearing your sniffle-filled call, but he wasn't complaining. 

Pairing: Sherrif!Lee Bodecker | Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Lee Bodecker. This story contains mature content so proceed at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Lee, handcuffs, upset reader turns horny, my random muse, dacryphilia because ✨Lee✨, age gap because ✨Lee✨, sheriff kink because ✨Lee✨ face fucking, choking, gagging.

Note: It's past midnight and I need to sleep but this fucking man and his cop shit and me and my tender heart for dark men shit. This is a drabble that I hope you enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

Lee was panting as he burst through the doors of his house, head whipping left and right as his eyes scanned the place for the face he loved so much.

4:56pm…

"Y/n!" He called out in an alarmed manner, fast walking through the whole place in search for the girl in question. "Muffin!" Worry coated his tone as he walked into their empty bedroom, checking the attached bath before walking out as he breathed hard. 

"Sugar, where are you?!" 

"... Lee…" A hoarse voice called from the guest bath weakly. Some sniffles followed. "I- In here…" 

The man jogged to the bathroom. "What's wrong, muffin?" He didn't notice the cause of her tears as it rested in her lap. "Hey, why are you crying? What's wrong?" Lee took her red face in his hands. 

"I- I…" Y/n fought through the tears. "J- Just wanted to see how they worked…" A hiccup escaped her as she bit her lip in embarrassment. 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "... Huh?" 

Lowering her head in embarrassment, the girl raised her locked wrists sheepishly while her legs dangled from the closed toilet seat that she was seated on. 

A heavy sigh of relief escaped him as he closed his eyes momentarily, chuckling as he looked back at her again. "Oh, sugar. All that for this? You scared me."

"They just l- locked all of a sudden and refused to o- open, Lee!" Her soft pout quivered. 

Lee snickered as he stood back up to his feet, pulling her with him with the small chain between each cuff. "That's because they need a key to unlock them each time they're closed, muffin." Tapping himself for the set, he continued. "Kinda the whole point."

"I could barely do anything! Calling y- you was n- near impossible!" Y/n's complaints were adorable to his ears.

"That's exactly what they're-" he sighed in annoyance as realisation hit him. "The keys are in the cruiser." 

His hand reached for the chain again, pulling her out of the bathroom with his hold on them as he innocently walked to the main door with her in tow. 

"Okay, sugar. I'll be a-" it was only when he looked back did his breath knock itself short. The man's teeth pulled his bottom lip between them. 

Lee only noticed it all just now. 

Y/n's hair was disheveled in the most adorable way possible, his oversized shirt the only thing on her body, naked legs barely covered up to her knees by her socks with one of them pooling around her ankle. Her arms were stretched out towards him, helpless hands locked in his grasp as she sniffled and chewed on her lip. 

He didn't know if it was how fuckable she looked in this moment or her vulnerable position with her teary eyes gleaming in the dull light of day that possessed him to do what he did next, but before another thought could form in his hazy mind, the Sherrif had pushed his fiancee against the wall.

"Sh- Sherrif?" It was a habit that she was yet to shake off, the name. Though she looked surprised, Lee had sensed the breathlessness in her words after he had pinned her locked wrists above her head. 

A dull ache formed in his cock as he raised them to their limits, stretching her arms all the way. Y/n gulped at the darkness in his eyes, feeling the movement make its effect all the way down to her chest where her clothed breasts perked up against the fabric of the shirt, hardening nubs poking their cover. 

The girl's eyes fell down to her lover's inviting lips as her heart and pussy began to thrum alike. She felt so vulnerable and exposed. So spread out. 

Arousal leaked down her folds. 

She was the one to close the distance between them, hiccupping into his lips as her body tried to recover from the weeping, a sniffle forcing itself out of her. 

"Oh, sugar," Lee panted when they finally broke apart to breathe, foreheads resting against each others, "you naughty, naughty, fucking girl." 

"Sherrif…" Her whimpers were going to be the fucking death of him. "I- I have been such a bad girl" it wasn't a lie, she was neither supposed to nor allowed to mess with his utility belt and everything that came with it. 

"Ah~" one of his eyebrows shot up at the confession as he grinded their crotches together. "Then I must punish this bad little girl, huh?" She was usually a shy little thing with Lee as he was such an intimidating man with his sharp gaze and laid back attitude. 

But the girl handcuffed under him right now was a whole another person.

Whole another whore. 

"Yes, Sheriff~" her head tipped backwards as she moaned loudly in response to his lips and teeth latching onto her clothed nubs, sucking and licking at them till they became wet and visible. "Oh, Sheriff!" 

"Down on those pretty knees, sugar. Will punish that cute face proper." Loosening his grip on her cuffed wrists, Lee let her get in the ordered position while hurriedly undoing his pants with his free hand. "Look at you, muffin. All these months of bein' together and you still surprise me everyday" still pinning her against the wall, the Sheriff tapped his leaking tip against her lips. 

"Keep it there." He ordered as he set her head against the wall with the rest of her body. "Now open wide for your Sheriff so he can teach you some manners about not meddling with other people's things" the man was so worked up that he couldn't help but thrust inside her wet and warm mouth instead of letting her sink down on it like he usually did. 

"Fuck" Lee moaned as Y/n's nostrils flared to aid her breathing, mouth stretching around his fat cock as spit threatened to drip down her lips. "Just like that, muffin. Hell, you look so pretty with your face stuffed full of my cock" she gagged when his short thrusts within her mouth started to move further south, the tip hitting her throat.

Her eyes watered up, already red from her crying session as she moaned, sending vibrations of pleasure up her fiance's cock. "Good girl, sugar. Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl." The Sherrif thrusted deeper with each word, causing the welled up tears to fall as Y/n choked and coughed; adding to his pleasure. Her own hips swayed in the air, throbbing vagina desperate for stimulation. 

Lee sighed in contentment, watching her eyes for any degree of discomfort. "How you doing down there, bubba?" She gasped for air when he pulled out till only his tip was separating her lips. Y/n simply nodded a couple times. "Yeah? Okay?"

"Goot" she mumbled through his cock, trying to move her head to keep up with his cock though she knew she wasn't allowed to move it from the wall with the way he had pressed it there. 

He snickered as his free hand that wasn't occupied with holding her cuffed wrists above her head raked through her hair before grabbing himself a careful bunch of it. 

"Good, yeah?" The man only thrusted inside again after she had nodded, grunting and groaning as he fucked her face sore and teary. 

Y/n was dripping by the time he was done using her throat, her pussy on fire as she swallowed whatever she was allowed in her mouth, moaning and thanking him for the rest that he shot over her face. 

"There. All punished and pretty." 

"Sh- Sheriff" the girl almost whined after she had caught her breath, glaring at him through her lashes crossly. "What a- about me?" Lee was surprised. These handcuffs really had flipped a switch. 

His usually shy and innocent little girl had turned into this naughty and demanding slut all in a few hours.

"Who said we were done, sugar?" The Sheriff spoke before he led his little deviant into their bedroom by her helpless wrists.

She was definitely his favorite arrest.

[abbatoirablaze]

Girl At The Diner, Lee Bodecker

Word Count:  1.3k

Warnings:  dark themes, attempted rape, mutilation, dark soulmate au, jealousy, Dark! Lee Bodecker

Lee watched you like a hawk.  Every day since he’d first found out.  He’d known you for years and had watched you grow from a teen to a brilliant young woman ready to take on the world.  And sure, your parents had told him to stay away until you were old enough to understand it, but he didn’t mind waiting. Lee was a patient man if nothing else.  He knew that you would be the only woman that he’d ever want and had no issue with respecting your parents wishes.    

Lee first noticed the pull when he was seventeen and you were twelve.  He immediately ran to your parents and asked for your hand in marriage, saying that when you did come of age, he would be there waiting…and until that point, he wanted everyone to know that you were already claimed by him; your soulmate.

Your parents thought it was cute.  They’d only really known little Lee Bodecker as the neighborhood boy who looked after his whore of a mother, and the brother to their daughter’s best friend.  They knew that he’d had good intentions and had dreams of working his way up through the police force after he graduated high school, and to one day become mayor. 

But they’d asked him to be patient.  To let you find out on your own…when you were seventeen and could make those decisions just like any other girl who was able to feel their soulmate’s pull.  And when you felt the pull of your soulmate, they wouldn’t stand in his way. 

And he’d agreed. 

All too eagerly.

He graduated high school only to stay close by and go to the police academy.  He would come in nearly every afternoon and as your parents made you the counter girl and learn some responsibility by helping out at their diner, he’d order a slice of pie and a coffee, or a milkshake and a burger. 

By the time he’d graduated the academy, you were fifteen and thinking you were your own woman.  You were fiery and independent and had enough wit that no man could keep up with you if you were feeling especially fiesty. 

No man other than Lee. 

He’d have long conversations with you at the counter and he found himself jealous when you mentioned how yet another guy in your class asked you out.  The urge to tell you that he already knew that you were his was almost too much for him at some points. 

Lee wanted you to know so bad. 

So, he was full of glee when every high school relationship fell through, and you were left sitting at the counter with him, asking why men ‘couldn’t be more like him.’ 

‘Why can’t they be as sweet as you?’ she asked, ‘I feel like you really get me, Lee?  Why can’t I find a man that wants me that’s like that?’

Every time you said those words, Lee felt like he was going to burst.  But your parents kept an eye on you the whole time to make sure that Lee didn’t say anything.  No.  They wanted you to find out on your own. 

And Lee kept true to his word. He wasn’t going to be the one that spoiled the surprise. 

But everything changed the day after you turned seventeen.  You had gone out the previous night and missed your shift at the diner.  You hadn’t come home last night from a date.  Your parents were frantic when they rushed the young officer who had sat nervously at the counter, a small bouquet of roses in his hand.

He’d had the date marked on his calendar and was going to be waiting for you.  He had the ring in his pocket and everything.  Lee was ready to proclaim his love, then let you know that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.   He’d even had your parent’s blessing months in advance. 

But yet, there they were, telling him about how they should have come to him the second you were late coming in. 

You were never late. 

He had your parents file a missing person’s report, lying and saying that you’d been gone fourty-eight hours, just to get the ball rolling. 

No one had heard from your date either.  And that’s when Lee got the call.  A car was found in the lake.  The same care you were last seen in.

A boy had been admitted to the hospital a few hours ago.  He’d been found damn near death’s doorstep. 

He tried to force himself on you at the lookout.  And you mutilated him, locked him in the trunk of his car, and put it in neutral, letting it go into the lake.  The only thing that saved the teen was the fact that the trunk was broken, and he kicked his way out when he came to, after having nearly bled out. 

But you were long gone. 

Lee’s heart was broken as he looked over the evidence.  They were gonna charge you for something that wasn’t right.  It was an ass backwards town, and your date was the mayor’s son.  No one would believe a little thing like you over him. 

Lee knew it. 

After a long day of searching, he finally called it quits.  Your parents were a mess, claiming that you weren’t that type of girl.  But the mayor was calling for your head.  His son was now a eunuch, and it was all your fault.

So, when Lee pulled into his house and set his belt and hat on the foyer’s hooks, he was ready to let his bed swallow him up.  He didn’t ever want to think of love or soulmates ever again. 

And then his hand fell away from his bedroom door.  You were sitting there.

Anxiously.

At the foot of his bed. 

“I knew it was you,” you whispered softly, looking at the officer.  Lee couldn’t believe his eyes as you started again, your eyes catching his calendar that had your birthday circled in bold red ink, “it was you all along…wasn’t it?”

Lee felt his heart thundering in his chest as he stared at his soulmate.  You were clean, your hair still wet.  And you were wearing his clothes.  An unlimited number of fantasies played in his head.  Ones that he knew were never going to happen. 

Like how he’d planned on proposing to you at the diner.  Or how you would be so surprised as he promised an amazing life full of babies and a home to make your own.  Or how he would support you even through your dreams of having a career outside of the diner.

“I-if you have to take me in…I understand,” you said sadly, “but Jeffrey…he tried to force himself on me…I told him that I saw you when we passed your car…and that I wanted to go home…but he-“

“You saw me?”

“In town,” you nodded, answering Lee, “he picked me up after my shift…you had just missed me as we drove by…I told him to stop and take me back, but he said that I was confused…I-I tried to tell him that you were my soulmate and that I could feel the pull…but-he-he wouldn’t let me go, Lee.  He kept saying I was wrong.”  

“He knew too?”

You nodded sadly, your heart racing as you watched him stand, “a-are you going to take me in?”

Lee reached forward and stroked your cheek, “no, sweetheart…I’m going to go to the hospital and kill that little bastard for trying to touch what is mine…and then we’re running away from this place…”

“Lee…h-he’s not worth it.”

“I waited for years to be with you, sweetheart…” he said calmly, “I held my tongue because your parents asked me to.  Because they wanted you to live a normal life.  That asshole took your choice…so I’m going to take his.”

[purple-babygirl]

pinocchio

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Word Count: 2,202

Summary: Sheriff Lee Bodecker knows a lie when he hears one, and he can sure hear that pussy begging for him.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, soft!dark!Lee Bodecker, noncon, dubcon, breeding kink, one spank, unprotected vaginal sex, forced impregnation, hair pulling, implied choking, mention of forced marriage. 18+ content.

A/N: i don't know what happened i blame the exam i have tomorrow. also, i suck at summaries.

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“Next time you keep me waiting outta that door I'm gonna break it and fuck you over it, ya hear me?” Lee threatened, pushing his way through her small house and offering himself a seat on her couch.

“I-I'm sorry, sheriff.” She swallowed, legs frozen on her spot by the door.

The tall man terrified her and what he could do to her terrified her even more.

“You got my money?”

“I don't have it r-right now,” she stuttered.

“What are ya waitin' for then? Com'ere.” Lee beckoned her with two fingers.

The simple gesture made her skin crawl because she knew too well what it meant.

“No, please, no.” She shook her head, distressed tears gathering in her eyes, wishing Lee would take pity on her.

“Don't start with that shit now, come and don't let me get up and get ya,” Lee snarled his warning, his already thin patience running out.

He knew damn well she didn't have any money to give him. He'd made sure she didn't. Whenever he wanted to have his way with her, he'd come when he knew she was penniless. It's been going on for months and Lee couldn't get enough. She was too precious to be let go and if anyone had tainted any part of her, it was Lee and he took pride in that.

It was all because of her stupid heart. It led her to believe she could live a happy life of her own with a man who loved her for her outside of this shit hole. She should've never listened to it or him when he suggested that drug delivery job. He'd promised her it was a one-time thing so they could get enough money to finally flee that deadbeat town. And she'd wanted nothing more, so she said yes, blindingly following him.

Before they knew it, Lee was there, his cruiser lights blinding them both and his handcuffs wrapped around their wrists. Upon seeing her and her frightened face, the sheriff thought he could let himself be kinder just this once. She looked like a good girl; like she wouldn't normally get herself in that kind of trouble.

The deal was that Lee was going to let them go, but they had to pay him back whenever he came to collect. Her ex could only take the sheriff's bullshit a couple of times before he couldn't anymore. So one morning he upped and ran away and she was left alone, stuck paying a debt that was never hers to carry. There was no way out of the sheriff's claws now.

She reluctantly inched closer to where Lee was seated on her couch and the second she was within his arms' reach, they were grabbing her.

A gasp left her lips when Lee sat her on his lap, his big hand caressing up her thigh while the other tightened on her side. She could feel him, hard and hot, as she sat pressed to him and it made her swallow a whimper.

“Please, sheriff, don't. I'll get your money. I'll get it tomorrow, but please don't do this.” She cried, fearing to look up and meet his angry gaze as she shivered under his exploring hands.

Lee temporarily removed his touch from the skin of her legs to put it on her covered breasts, squeezing and circling his thumb over her nipples.

“Now now, we've been over this before. If you can't get me my money when I ask for it, ya have to find a way to pay me, buttercup,” he told her softly, his gentle tone contrasting the harsh groping of his hand.

Lee's fingers maneuvered back under her skirt, tickling her thighs, his other hand tightening on her waist when she squirmed against his pudgy belly.

“I- I can pay you another way.” She nodded hard, more tears dripping from her eyes when Lee trailed wet kisses up and down her neck.

“Can ya now?” Lee smirked, smoothing a hand down her back in what would've been a calming motion if it wasn't for her situation and Lee's perverted intentions.

“I can clean up your house and I- I can cook your meals-”

“I don't want ya cookin' my meals, buttercup. I want ya keepin' my dick wet and warm.”

She sobbed harder, burying her face in her hands. There was no way out of this. Lee was going to get what he wanted like he did every time.

“What? You don't wan'it? You don't wan' me, buttercup?” Lee's breath fanned over her ear before his teeth nibbled on the lobe.

“No, please. Please, don't do this.” She cried, shivers travelling up her spine.

“What about your pussy? You wanna ask her? Doesn't she wanna be stuffed with my cock?” Lee cooed teasingly. The calloused pads of his fingers stroked the tender skin of her inner thighs as he moved her legs further apart.

Lee's fingers found the front of her panties and a smug smirk plastered itself on the sheriff's face when he rubbed on her and felt her dampness respond from the other side of the thin fabric, “what's she say, hmm?”

“N-No, she says no.” She shook her head.

Her traitor of a cunt clenched on itself as if to deny her answer to the sheriff's question and confirm his words.

“Thinkin' about namin' your pussy Pinocchio, buttercup,” Lee whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as his hand slipped past the elastic of the undergarment, “'cause every time you lie about not wantin' me, it gets wetter.”

He kissed her ear so gently she whimpered, wanting to wrap around herself and disappear. Lee dipped two fingers between her lips, spreading her wetness up to her clit. His tongue licked across her jawline, tasting her tears and humming as he rubbed her pearl. All he could taste was the power he had over her, the awe radiating from her chest as he continued to touch her most intimate parts. He could taste his ownership of her in those salty tears. She knew it too and could all but helplessly cry, holding onto his sleeve while Lee pleasured her against her will.

“You wanna cook my meals, eh?” Lee smirked, nibbling at her jaw and back up behind her ear, his fingers sliding inside and stroking her upper walls lazily.

“Y-Yes, sheriff. Please let me-” her words molded into a loud whimper of Lee's title when he found her g-spot.

“I might do after all, buttercup,” he breathed, kissing behind her ear before slowly sliding his fingers out and sucking her juices off of them.

She didn't comprehend his words at the time, her mind in a haze and her body hot for the town's sheriff. She came back to the present with the sound of Lee's belt being undone.

“Get on the couch, on all fours,” Lee urged after standing up and pulling her up with him.

He freed his hard cock, pumping himself as he waited for her to follow instructions.

“Do I have to get ya there myself, buttercup?”

“Sheriff- please,” she still begged, naively thinking he'd have mercy on her after she's got him so turned on and he was standing there with his cock out.

“I wouldn't wanna repeat myself and have ya face the consequences, buttercup,” Lee warned just the once before she was on the couch with her ass to him.

Lee smirked, walking to stand behind her, his hands leaving his dick to lift her dress up, draping its skirt on her back. Such an obedient doll.

Her ass was perky and full and Lee couldn't help but grab at the soft flesh presented to him. Licking his lips hungrily, Lee pulled her panties to the side to reveal her glistening lips, her tight hole begging to be fucked and stretched.

She closed her fists as she felt Lee rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, bracing herself for the burn that came with taking a man his size.

“Hey, Pinocchio,” Lee teased, slipping only the head of his cock inside her and then pulling out way too fast for her body to savor the feeling.

“You feelin' that, buttercup?” Lee did it again, “your pussy wants me. She misses this dick.” He slapped his cock on her entrance before he repeated the same action again, barely giving her a taste of being filled like she so desperately wanted.

“Pinocchio loves her sheriff's cock,” Lee groaned, sheathing himself inside of her in one sharp thrust that had her gasping and squeaking.

Lee didn't give her time to adjust as he started to pull back before sliding himself back inside her heat, shuddering at the feeling of her dripping pussy clinging to him. He started off slow, taking his time with her and making her feel all of him.

Tears stung her eyes at how reactive her body was to every single touch from the sheriff. It was like her body hated her; every inch of her choosing to obey Lee instead. Her pussy gripped the sheriff's cock with every shallow thrust he gave, not wanting to let him go so soon when he came to pull back.

“Fuck, you're tight,” Lee growled behind her, his fingers digging hard into her sides as he drove himself faster into her.

His grunts and the jiggle of his keys echoed through the room with every thrust. Her walls fluttered around Lee and she clamped down on him hard. He could feel her getting close.

“Pinocchio's gonna cum for me, ain't she, buttercup?” He smacked her jiggling ass.

“N-No,” she lied, feeling a rush of wetness coat Lee, making him chuckle at her unsuccessful attempt to lie.

Her pussy was indeed loyal to the man and his fat cock.

“Keep lyin' and I won't let ya cum for real,” Lee threatened and she immediately whispered a plea.

“N-No! Please!”

“Please what, buttercup?”

“Please let me cum, sheriff. Please,” she whimpered, humiliation burning her chest as Lee fucked her harder.

He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her back was arched and he could reach her ear, “oh I'm gonna let ya, buttercup. I'm gonna let ya cum.”

Thrust.

“I'm gonna let ya clean my house.”

Thrust.

“I'm gonna let ya cook my meals.”

Thrust.

“And I'm gonna let ya have my kids.”

Her whole being panicked at the last sentence. Lee has never finished inside of her before and he came unexpected tonight. She was on no form of protection. He was going to cum inside her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. If she had a chance to escape him before, now it was going to be impossible. Lee was making his ownership of her body as official as it could be and she had no idea why that very thought was bringing her even closer to her high.

It pissed Lee off when she tried to wiggle out of his hold. She was going to take his cum and she was going to carry his children and she was going to like it. Lee's grip shifted from her hair to her neck, not really choking her but letting her know he could.

“Take it.” He held her by the neck, flush against his covered chest as he continued to rut into her, his cock reaching deeper inside her pulsing cunt.

She was a loud mess in Lee's hold. She felt so full; Lee's cock almost reached her cervix with every push of his hips. Her whimpers and begging fell on deaf ears as Lee was determined to pump her full of his cum.

“Lemme feel Pinocchio cream for her sheriff,” Lee growled, dipping his head to suck a mark on her neck as his fingers left her hip and sought her clit.

Shame suffocated her as she mewled and squirmed on Lee's cock, clenching harder with each roll of his index on her little bundle of nerves. She came with a sob, her knees nearly giving out as her thighs quivered; Lee fucking her through the aftershocks.

“That's a good girl, buttercup. You're gonna be a perfect wife.” Lee pushed her face down on the couch and gave a couple more thrusts before he grunted and his seed shot deep inside of her, painting her inner walls white.

“Perfect,” Lee whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to her back, pushing his cock and cum deeper inside her.

He would never tell her that he'd threatened her ex with his life until he was running out of hers the next day. He would never tell her that he'd fallen for her the minute he had her bent over his cruiser with his handcuffs around her wrists. Lee would never tell her how he'd spent nights after having his cock in her thinking about her finally being on his name. She was going to have all the time she'd need to find out about his love for her after the wedding. In his house, all round and nice with his baby.

And maybe somewhere along the way she would find it in her to love him, too.

[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. 

[babyjakes]

no use fightin'.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | breeding kink

summary | the sheriff knocks you up in the empty station.

pairing | dark!lee bodecker x reader

warnings | dark!lee (kinda soft but then not lol), noncon, that southern accent (you gotta read it this way or it won’t work!!), corruption/abuse of power, handcuffs, heavy use of petnames, panty gag, crying, p in v, forced orgasm, mocking/degradation/humiliation, insults, breeding kink, slight tummy bulge/size kink :^)

word count | 1,028

an | oh boy. lee’s back, and he’s still just as dark and delicious as ever:’-) i have kind of decided i suck at writing lee’s vernacular but guess i forgive myself - i think the heavy use of those southern petnames maybe makes up for it? i hope everyone enjoys this one!

“My oh my, sweetcheeks. You’s is quite the sight for sore eyes, now ain’t ya?” The sheriff’s breath is hot against the sweat-drenched flesh of your neck where he’s tucked up his lips, suckling gently on and off again as his hands wander across your tummy and hips. “Got you lookin’ so pretty for me, all tied up like this- oh come on now, suga’ pie. S'no need for tears,” he hums as you choke against the fabric of your own lingerie he’s got stuffed up in your mouth. “You’re gonna ruin all that pretty makeup you got on. You get all dolled up jus’ for me, angel?” Lee teases, his touch trailing down to the crook of your thigh, “Aww baby, you shouldn’ have.”

You sob out a desperate attempt at a cry for help, but none of your words translate through your makeshift gag, soaked with your tears and spit. Your wrists struggle helplessly in the harsh metal cuffs locked high above your head, the faint rattling of the chain causing the sick man before you to chuckle. “S'no use in fightin’ it, sweetha’t. We got the whole damn station to ourselves, how’s about that, hmm?” Dragging one of his thick digits down between your clenching legs, he dips into your wetness, prodding around a bit to find your aching clit. “Oh my, babydoll. Looks like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he sings as he drags his finger around the tender bud in slow, agonizing circles, the brutal stimulation causing the bundle of nerves to burn in sinful need. “There, that’s it, peach,” he grumbles, his other hand rising to cup your chin as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “See? I can play nice,” Lee grin as you whimper in humiliation, the unwanted pleasure he’s providing making your gut twist in shame. “Jus’ gotta let me love on you, sweetcheeks. C’mon now, that’s it.”

Shifting his thumb to take over against your throbbing button, he eases a first finger inside of you, groaning lowly at the feeling of you clenching down against him. “Fuck, suga’ pie. Such a tiny little hole, you’s got.” Soon, a second finger is added as the sheriff struggles to stretch you out. “Love those pretty sounds you make,” Lee coos as you do your best to suppress your sobs, his fingers now squelching lewdly as they pump hard and fast into your channel. Feeling pressure begin to build in your belly, you squeeze your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to fight off your approaching climax. But when the cruel man’s pace at rubbing your hardened clit increases, there’s nothing you can do but wail into the thick wad of fabric caught between your teeth as you cream right on Lee’s fingers, causing him to cheer at his success in breaking you.

“That’s my girl- fuck, angel,” he cursed as you heave through your high. “Such a needy little cunt on you, already cummin’ for me and I haven’t even felt inside’a you.” Your body slumps pathetically once Lee pulls away from you, the cuffs around your wrists digging into the tender flesh to keep you hanging upright. At the sound of the sheriff’s belt buckle coming undone, followed by his zipper, you let out another futile sob, your entire body convulsing as his rock-hard length is lined up at your opening.

“Come on now, peach. Don’t tap out on me yet,” Lee rouses you, rubbing at your clit harshly to jolt you to attention, the overstimulation of the little nub bringing more tears to your eyes. “There she is; now hold still, sweetha’t. Don’t wanna hurt you while I’m stretchin’ you open.” When the thick, throbbing rod of flesh begins slowly impaling you, bile rises in your throat as your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, can barely fit inside’a ya, sweetcheeks,” the man shakes his head. “C’mon, let me in, pretty girl. Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, smiling sickly as he pinches your clit, causing you to jerk against his cruel hand.

The next few seconds are purely agonizing as Lee forces the rest of himself inside of you, letting out a strained moan when his balls finally meet your slick heat. “Shit, babydoll. Look at you, so full’a me. You gonna let me fuck you, suga’ pie? Gonna let me fill you with my babies, make you into a nice little wife for me?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the man’s words, but before you can cry out or react in any way, Lee’s pulled out of you gently, only to slam back in with devastating force. “That’s right, you’s is gonna fucking take it, bitch,” he demands, knocking the wind out of you by repeating the action again, then again, slowly building up speed. “Fuck, jus’ like that. Stupid little slut, jus’ gotta hang there and take it. Gonna knock you up, sweetcheeks. Get that sweet little tummy nice ‘nd round for me, make you mine for good.”

As Lee continues to fuck you brutally, only your pitiful weeping and the man’s hoarse groans can be heard through the empty back room, accompanied by the sounds of his flesh smacking against yours as he makes his mark on you, ensuring you’ll feel his impact for days to come. The ordeal seems too painful for another climax on your end to even be possible, but as Lee begins his chase towards release, he isn’t satisfied without you right there with him. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more, need’a feel you milkin’ me when I shoot that belly’a yours full’a cum.” His hand returns to roll your clit between his fingers, and in a matter of just seconds he’s got you crying out once more, clamping down on him as your orgasm is forced out of you.

“Shit, that’s it. Jus’ like that, peach. Fuck, oh fuck,” Lee grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally bottoms out, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up causing a scream to rise in your throat. “That’a girl- take it, angel,” he smiles as he kisses your cheek. “Nothin’ you can do but fuckin’ take it.”

[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

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⇨ Chapter One

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

⇨ Chapter Two

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

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.