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#lee bodecker fan fic
imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚
🌚guardians of the moon masterlist🌚
summary - logan howlett (the easter bunny) gets turned into a real baby bunny by an enemy, and her name is morticia addams (pitch black)
warning - swearing, dirty thoughts.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine, the gang is back!!
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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“Turn me back, ya evil witch!” Logan screams in a high-pitched voice, throwing his fists toward the tall, mysterious black haired woman. His tiny bunny body hops up and down, moving closer to her until your hands swoop down and grab him, picking him up from the ground and holding him close to you. “Hey! Hey! Let me go! I can take her!” You scratch between his ears, causing his little legs to kick and his eyes to roll back. “S–stop, this is some witchcraft!” 
You giggle, shaking your head before looking up at the woman, giving her an innocent smile. “Hi! I’m Y/n or Mrs Claus! Who are you?” You ask with wonder, confused and slightly jealous of how beautiful this woman is. 
Morticia’s back straightens, and her eyes look you up and down before she gives you a slight smile. “Morticia, my dear. But many know me as Pitch Black.” You nod, subconsciously drooling at the slight of her red lips. “I see you know this… Pest?” 
“Hey! I’m no pest, you evil bitch!” Logan’s legs begin to kick again, fists waving in the air as he tries to punch. You cuddle him closer to you, placing a kiss on his head before looking back up at the woman and nodding to her question.
“Yes, this is Logan. He’s the Easter Bunny, but he, uh… He used to be bigger, I thought?” You look down at him, confused as to why he’s so tiny when not long ago he was large and splitting you open on his… Your legs squeeze together as you think back to that Easter, and you clear your throat, blinking the daze away from your eyes. “D–Did you do something?” 
Morticia nods, giving a soft smile. “Oh, yes. As I was saying, he’s a pest. I despise pests.” She waves his words off, no longer bothered to listen to his blabbering. “Why would someone as beautiful as you hang with this despicable creature?” Your cheeks heat up, choking on your saliva as the compliment slips from her lips so easily. 
Logan’s little eyes glared, his ears flopped, and his tiny fluffy white tail wiggled into your chest. You smile softly, continuing to scratch between his ears, unknowing of your husband and the elves entering the scene, standing to the sides. “Why, uh… Thank you, but he isn’t a despicable creature. He’s my friend, and I would really appreciate it if you turned him back.” You bat your eyelashes and pout, knowing that usually works on your men.
Morticia smirks. “Hmm, as cute as you are, my dear. I don’t think so. Goodbye.” She waves before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke, and Logan grumbles, hopping out of your arms and onto the ground.
“Great, fantastic. Now, I’m stuck like this.” Logan stands with his arms crossed, a grumpy look on his cute little face. You smile, cooing as you reach down and scratch his head, causing Logan’s eyes to roll back before he fights you off, swatting your hand away from him. “Okay! That’s enough!” 
Ari chuckles, looking down at his eldest friend. “Don’t worry, my friend. We will get you back to normal soon enough.” He walks over and wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss onto the side of your head, watching with you as the elves stalk toward the tiny bunny. 
“Pfft. Why are you so fat?” Lee grumbles, challenging the bunny. The elves eyes widen, and Logan looks at Lee with a glare. “What? Just asking a valid question.” 
Logan hops toward him, puffing out his chest to the smaller man. “Why are you so fat?” Gasps can be heard from the other elves, watching with wide eyes as they wait for a fight to break out.
Steve pouts. “Well… I think he’s adorable.” He gives a little smile to Logan. “Now that you are little, w–would you want to play with us? We got these cool mopeds…” Steve bats his eyelashes, pouting until Logan grunts and gives in.
“Okay, fine! I’ll play with you guys!” Logan turns to Ari and glares. “You better find a way to reverse this!” He stalks off with the little elves following him with excitement.
You look up at your husband with a smile. “You aren’t going to do that immediately, are you?” 
Ari squeezes your side, looking down at you with a soft smile. “Of course not. I’m going to wait it out for a bit. The elves deserve someone new to play with.” 
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the-witty-pen-name · 1 year
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The Nanny Pt. 11
18+ ONLY 
Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader
Word Count: 2.9K
Warnings: SMUT, fingering (+ a lil anal fingering), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, Daddy kink, softdom!Lee, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, fluff
Author’s Note: Wow, I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve updated this fic. I am so sorry it’s taken so incredibly long. I was really struggling with writing for a while but I’m happy to be posting again! I will finish this fic if it is the last thing I do haha it’s going to be 15 parts. 
As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it! I will reblog soon with the taglist. 
Series Masterlist // My Masterlist 
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No one would look at Lee Bodecker and pin him as a generous lover. He takes, and doesn’t give unless he receives. He’s like this in all aspects of his life. Anything and everything it takes to just have more, and to be more, and to accumulate power. It’s his motivation. To be the one in control, to be the one who takes what they want and fuck the consequnces- even though there hardly are none. 
And yet, for you, the most selfish man imaginable has spent hours with his head ducked under the skirts of your dress. You’re laid out on his bed, with only the corset long forgotten while he’s devoured and drank you in like a man starved. He’s made you cum so many times now, and he’s still fully dressed. His large hands are outstretched across your thighs, holding you in place as his movements make you squirm. 
He shamelessly kisses, licks, and sucks until you're squirming. His hands firmly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It’s unfair, the way he makes you finish so effortlessly. You swear you can feel him smirking against your folds, before he finally resurfaces. He’s cocky. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it. He unashamedly smiles at you, almost in a boyish way, and his eyes linger at the way your chest heaves as you try to come back down from your high. 
It was almost embarrassing if you thought about it long enough to care. The way Lee ushered the sitter out for the night as fast as humanly possible. The kid did her best to try to give Lee updates, and he just almost looked like he was able to pay attention. As soon as the door closed and she made her swift exit, Lee confirmed Val was asleep soundly before hooking his arm around your waist and sweeping you into his bedroom. 
There wasn’t an inch of skin on your body that his lips didn’t touch, his tongue sweeping up your navel, and biting small kisses as soon as you were bare to him. You would try your best to say something, but the sensation of his calloused hands on your thighs and his lips on your chest was so overwhelming good that you ached. 
“Look at you,” he marvels when he finally decides to come up for air, slick coating his chin and he looks like he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. You can taste yourself on his lips when he leans down to kiss you, and the salt on his tongue when your teeth haphazardly clash together in the heat of it all. 
He only shows hesitance in his movements when it comes time to remove his own costume. You’re spread out naked on his sheets while he hovers above you still fully clothed. You pout and tug at the hem of his shirt and you catch the way his eyes fall, and that’s the first time you see how insecure he is. 
“Want to see you,” you mumble, pulling him in for another kiss. You drag it out, making it slow and passionate. The best way that you can tell him you love it. It’s no secret he’s got a belly, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. You could swear on your life you saw his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink. He’d never admit it, but eventually your hands rubbing up and down his torso convinces him to finally shed the layers.
“Fuck me,” you groan at the sight of his cock once he’s tossed his boxers aside. “Lee, god you’re gorgeous.”
“I should be the one saying that about you, darling,” he mutters against your neck, his breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin.
You’re so desperate, and you’ve lost count how many orgasms his been able to coax out of you. You shiver when his fingers find your clit, making sure you’re ready for him. You’re almost whining for him to hurry up, and he chuckles at your growing impatience. The memories of just being here are already hazy from your constant climaxes since he shut the bedroom door. It’s felt like hours, and he’s not even inside you yet. It’s excruciating how he’s been able to pull you apart and not quite pull you back together yet. You’ve made a mess of his sheets, and you’re convinced your nails have made indents on his headboard to match the ones you’ve made on his shoulders. 
It stretches you when he finally pushes his cock inside you. You also feel a smidge of pride when his breath shakes when he pushes inside for the first time. It’s cliche to say, but it’s perfect, and he hits so deep almost effortlessly. When he finds his rhythm and quickens his pace, he wraps your legs around him and he’s relentless once he knows you're comfortable. 
You don’t know what time it was when you both finally slept. The sun was daring to just show itself when you looked out the window as you caught your breath on your back. You remember Lee and his low groan getting up and mumbled something about cleaning you up, but soon enough you drifted off to sleep a few minutes after he began the run the warm cloth over the span of your skin.
You wake up to the sound of a loud knock on the front door god knows how much later. It makes you jump and your eyes wake suddenly. Natural daylight of the afternoon lights up the whole room. You hear the pads of Lee’s feet as he hurries to the door, saying he’s coming, and you hear the familiar babble Val makes  when she sees someone she knows. 
You’re sore, your head feeling so clear and well rested but your legs feel too heavy to move, and the soreness from the way Lee stretched you out has stayed well into the afternoon it seems. You can’t make out who is at the door but you can hear the muffled voices. You decide for now that it’s best to stay put. If you emerge from the bedroom now, it could only be horrible timing. 
There’s an exchange you can’t hear, it’s a woman’s voice but that’s all you can distinguish. You hear the door close and you debate whether or not to get up and grab your discarded clothes. You haven’t moved when the door starts to slowly creek open. It’s Lee, disheveled morning bed head and a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, wearing blue pajama pants, with the matching shirt opened showing his undershirt. You imagine he shuffled to throw them on to answer the door. 
“Morning,” he mumbles, leaning over the bed and kissing you on the cheek. He pulls back the covers and takes his spot next to you, shedding the pajama shirt. You instinctively shuffle closer, and he pulls you into his chest. It felt normal, so effortless. It just fit. 
He’s so soft. For a man so scary and a reputation that goes across the whole county, he’s so damn soft and warm. His fingertips graze your skin like your something much more delicate than you are. He kisses your forehead, and you can hear his heartbeat through the tough exterior he’s never without until now. 
“I called Mrs. Hughes,” he explains, “Told her you were under the weather and I needed someone to watch Val for the day.”
You tsk and jokingly call him a liar, and his grin spreads across his whole face. 
“I just wanted more time like this,” he whispers, moving to cup your cheek in his hand. “‘Fore the real world pulls us back again.”
“You think I’d want to be spending my day off here?” You tease, making him roll his eyes. He playfully pushes himself away, and sits up, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes he had on his nightstand. You watch him go through the motions, the instinctual way he lights it and brings it to his lips. 
You know you should tell him to stop. You know you should lecture him on how it’s a filthy habit, and it’s bad for his health, and also yours. But watching him is mesmerizing, you can’t pinpoint why, but watching him smoke like this might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. 
You shuffle up slightly, and lay your arm across his torso, resting your head on his side and looking up at him. He takes a couple drags, and rests his head back against the headboard. You watch the way the smoke swirls when he exhales, and you commit to memory the way it looks when he brings it up to his lips. 
“So, what are we doing today?” You ask, breaking the silence, rubbing his chest. 
“Well,” he says thoughtfully, pretending to begin an elaborate plan. “Right now, I’m going to finish this.” He holds up the half finished cigarette. “Then, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Oh?” you manage to ask, flustered, and it makes him grin wickedly. 
“If you can be a good girl and be patient,” he replies, taking another agonizingly slow drag. You nod and he smiles. “Maybe be a good girl and show Daddy how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little pussy.” 
This. This is the Lee you imagined. This is how he behaved in the dreams you keep to yourself, and what you imagine him saying in the dirty little fantasies you can’t repeat. You feel yourself practically throb at the way his tone shifts, and the way he looks at you because he knows he already has you wrapped around his finger. 
You slid on top of him, still hazy with sleep, and you fumble with pulling down his pants. One hand balances the cigarette and the other runs over your head affectionately as he watches you amused. You can see the way his cock is straining against the material and you can feel the wetness pool between your thighs with your own anticipation. 
Lee is trying his best to look indifferent, and he knows he’s failing miserably. His eyes are locked on you. The way you sleepily manage to undress him, and the way your eyes widen for the briefest moment before doing your best to hide it. He’s enamored with every little movement and he can’t dare to look away. He does for only the briefest moment to tap his cigarette against his ashtray and as he does, he feels your lips wrap around him and you sink down deliciously slow. It makes him shiver, and he would swear he could feel you smirk. 
You’re beautiful, absolutely the most stunning woman ever to grace his presence. He can’t believe how you want to be here with him. He swears in that moment he ain’t ever going to take that for granted. He holds the top of your head as you move up and down on his cock, and he strokes your head, mumbling about how fucking beautiful you look with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. 
The praise makes you practically preen, and it makes you feel so confident. You try your best to ignore how wet you are. You squeeze your thighs together to create some friction to relieve even a little bit of the way you’re feeling. 
“Lemme see you baby,” he coaxes, and you lift your eyes up to meet his. He discards the cigarette in the ashtray. “You’re so pretty, darling.”
He guides your face up gently and holds it in his hands, pulling you up to kiss you like it was unbearable to wait. You moan softly in surprise as he moves his arms down to wrap around your back and he gently urges you forward. 
“You’re so amazing, sweetheart,” he praises, sliding down to lay his head on the pillows so you’re straddling his torso. He looks even more disheveled, and he’s looking at you with such a sense of just pure longing. “Princess,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your thighs, “c’mere, sit on my face.”
“A-are you sure?” you ask, hesitantly. He nods, sliding his hand up the back of your thighs, urging you closer. 
“Please baby, lemme taste you,” he pleads. “I can see how wet you are, darling. Please, baby girl, let Daddy fuck you with his tongue.”
You move yourself so you’re hovering over him. You wait, expecting him to change his mind. But he pulls you down, almost immediately, and you brace your hands on the headboard. 
You immediately feel his tongue on your folds, and you’re amazed how much he’s into it. You’d expect him to be a selfish lover, never would you ever imagine you’d have Lee Bodecker absolutely worship between your thighs. He sucks and kisses your clit, making you weak in the knees. He works his tongue methodically and teasingly, until you tugging gently on his hair and begging him to let you cum. 
You feel it in your whole body, when you feel yourself cum on his tongue. You feel him tighten his grip around your thighs, pulling you down closer as you do, like he’s determined to absolutely devour you. 
Your legs are shaky as he gently moves you down to laying on your back. He smirks, laying down next to you, glistening with your slick. You can taste yourself when you lean over and connect your lips with his. He smiles, sliding his hands up and down the length of your sides, taking in the feeling of every single inch of you. 
You arch into his touch and he mumbles his approval against your lips. His hands squeezing as much flesh as his can of your thighs, and your ass. You roll onto your stomach and then kiss him one more time. 
“I thought you were going to fuck me Daddy?” you tease, slowly arching your ass up and running a finger across his lips. He groans happily, adjusting himself behind you. His hands massage and squeeze your ass, taking a moment to enjoy the way you look like this, before teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. 
“Please, Daddy,” you whine, pushing back impatiently. “Need you to fuck me,” you beg. He groans appreciatively, continuing to tease you with his cock as your wetness drips down your thighs. He teasingly, presses his thumb gently against your ass, feeling out your response. You moan, gasp surprised at how fucking good it feels and you beg for him to keep going. He continues to gently tease and rub your tight little hole, and thrusts his cock into your pussy. 
You're a babbling little mess of tears, and Lee continues to tease how cute you look when you’re stuffed with his fingers and his cock. You beg him to fuck you harder, and he’s more than happy to oblige. He moves his hands to grip your waist and continues to thrust at a brutal pace. You can feel how deep he is inside you, and it makes your brain fuzzy. He’s urging you to be a good girl and cum, refusing to finish until you finish, and he feels you tighten around him. You soak his cock as you scream out in pleasure at your orgasm tearing through your whole body. Once he’s worked you through your orgasm, he pulls out and finishes on your back as you collapse on the sheets. 
“Wow,” he marvels, collapsing down on his back next to you. You smile softly, your eyes closed from exhaustion. He doesn’t let himself get too comfortable, before he gets up to clean you up. He takes care of you first while you lay relaxed in a post-orgasm haze, and then he takes care of himself before joining you on the bed again. 
You kiss him quickly, then rest your head on his chest. He smiles, and kisses your head. He sighs contently, wrapping an arm around you. He looks to the window, seeing how it’s become the late afternoon. He can’t believe you’ve spent the whole night before and almost all of today in his bed. He hates to think about it ending. He looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 4:21 pm 
“Surprised my roommate hasn’t called for me,” you ponder, “Suppose she might be exhausted from her shift, might think we just missed eachother.”
“Yeah,” he agrees absentmindedly, distracted by just looking at you.You sigh happily, and snuggle yourself closer to him. 
“So,” you muse, tracing nonsense shapes on his chest, “I hate to ruin the moment…”
“Go on, sweetheart,” he urges, trying to not sound nervous. 
“What does, you know, what does this make us?” you ask shyly. 
“Well, darling, shit,” he chuckles nervously, “I reckon that depends on what you want. Me? I’m all in. I am all in.”
“Really?” you ask hopefully.
“I know it sounds crazy,” he admits quietly, “but darling, I think I’ve been wrapped around your finger since I first laid eyes on you. And, I want you as long as you’ll have me.”
“Makes two of us then,” you smile. “Is it really that easy?”
“As long as we’re here,” he grins, lacing his fingers through yours. He kisses your knuckles. “It’s our little oasis, darling. No one else matters, ‘cept you and me… well, and Valerie.” 
“Of course,” you smile, kissing him once more. 
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thornsnvultures · 7 months
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pride
lee bodecker x wife!reader
cw: 18+ nsft, smut, p in v sex, creampie, lee being a neglectful husband at first, 640 w
a/n: something short and sweet for @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event. I missed writing for Lee and wanted to write a smutty little fluff piece for him 🖤
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"I'm the luckiest man on earth."
At first you weren't sure that you heard him right. Lee didn't talk much when he was fucking you, at least not lately. For a while he would just get his rocks off and roll off you, immediately falling asleep while you laid there and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.
God only knows how long it's been since Lee talked to you sweet at all. But it happened in every marriage, the eventual slough off into the mundane, right? No more flowers or date nights. No more Lee taking his sweet time with your body like he used to. You almost didn't want to jinx it by asking him to repeat himself, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast that brought the old Lee back to you.
But he broke it for you.
"You know why I'm lucky, sweetheart?" His big hand brushes your cheek, turning your head on your pillow so he could see your face. His hips had stilled as he looked at you, those bright blue eyes roaming your face. He was waiting for you to answer.
"W-why?"
Lee leans over you, draping his big body across your back, his belly pushing into the dip of your arched spine, and kisses your cheek. The angle pushes his cock into your inner walls and you gasp, squeezing a groan out of your man.
"Cause I got a pretty little thing like you in my bed, that's why."
"Oh, Lee."
Your husband presses more kisses along your jaw as he grinds his cock into that same spot. You're on fire, your insides lighting up like a fire doused in gasoline.
"M'sorry I haven't been takin' care of you like I should, darlin'. Not when you take such good care of me." Lee's words whispered in your ear sends shivers down your spine.
"It's alright-"
"It's not-," Lee growls, shooting up straight and drawing his cock out almost all the way only to slam it back in with a harsh slap that makes your teeth rattle in your head. "It's not alright."
Lee grabs your hips, gripping your soft flesh as he pounds into you.
"You're my wife," he growls again as his hips set a punishing pace. You can barely breathe, gasping and whining as you scramble for purchase on soft sheets so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. "My perfect, sweet little wife. With the sweetest little pussy I've ever known." He punctuates nearly every word with a thrust of his hips, his cock bullying your tight walls in the most delicious way.
"I couldn't be any more proud of you, darlin'," he says as he drops to a hand by your head so he can reach under you, reach that aching bud that'll push you over the edge, the one he's ignored for way too long. "Couldn't be any more proud to call you my wife."
Lee's thick fingers circle your clit and within seconds you're crumbling, crying out and shaking to pieces as you come around his cock. Moments later Lee's right there with you, shouting into the nape of your neck as his balls empty, filling you near to burst with his sticky cum.
"I'm sorry I haven't been treatin' you right, darlin'," Lee tells you again when he comes back to bed later with a warm, wet washcloth. "Been so busy at the station and I got the election coming up," Lee sighs and shakes his head. "But I won't let it happen any more."
"You mean it, Lee?"
Once you're clean he wraps you up in his arms, his big hands rubbing your back as you settle into his chest.
"I said it once and I'll say it again," Lee smiles, "I do. Cause you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."
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mybuckynotyours · 2 years
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Chase You
Pairing: dark!soft!Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Rough, raw, outdoor sex, & Lee's foul mouth.
Summary: You're a lone wolf but when Lee's around you two enjoy a good game of catch.
A/N: I've always had this idea in mind and I'm glad that I finally got around to write this. Please comment and reblog if you read! Thank you & enjoy! Divider by @firefly-graphics
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In the early hours of the morning, just about the sun’s coming up, the eery fog, the silence – it all makes sense to you. It makes you feel more alive than anything else present in your life. Another night spent sleeping in the comfort of the woods. You were always the ugly duckling in society, you thrived in such a prospect.
Let down by most of your family, you were dead set to wanting to live life in peace, avoiding those who hurt you the most. You could do that, you could do anything that you set your mind to. If your family were the worst bunch, at least you had learned to fend for yourself at a relatively young age. 
The woods offered you freedom from the clutches of your family’s disposition. The chaos in your head was too much, all too consuming. You wanted to breathe without looking over your shoulder, you just wanted to be the sole owner of your life. You were better than them, better than the venom that was spreading like wildfire in this hellish town.
The stillness of your outdoor escapades allowed you to think clearly, to experience things that most people would never dream of experiencing. You’ve been brave all your life. You thought that there was nothing else that could easily scare you.
You were lucky enough to find an abandoned hut which you started to call home. Your own safe haven. 
A few feet away you were able to cleanse and rejuvenate your skin at the nearby river. Your muscles relaxing under the clear water, naked in just your skin – it was incredibly freeing. 
In a while you’ll encounter him. The more time you passed as you swam, the giddier you got. Your visitor would always make your heart miss a beat. Many months have passed since this game of catch started between the two of you but you'll never forget the first time. It always felt like you're reliving that moment.
Perhaps he was the only man who had you hooked under his spell. You’ll probably never admit it out loud. Just in your thoughts and deep within your desires. The way he would hover around in the woods, looking for you - then, like a predator he would chase you. You acted as if all this attention was unsolicited, entrapping you to take whatever he wants. Lee Bodecker took everything from you and you happily obliged. He would shatter you into pieces and build you back up again, possessing you in any way he can. 
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Your sense of hearing has been somewhat enhanced. Living in such an environment, being aware of seemingly everything that surrounded you made you conscious of everything. The moment you finished putting on your little white dress, you started hearing his footsteps rustling nearby. He knew where you would be. After all, he had bathed with you a handful of times at that particular spot. 
Hastily, you picked up your pace and hid yourself. Today, you wanted him to work for it more than the other times before. 
He called out your name but you stayed silent. You were breathing in your hand as it covered your mouth. 
“Now come out sweetheart, you know it’s time.” His voice echoed roughly.
You ran once again as you felt him getting closer, stopping once again, your figure standing tall behind the large, thick branch of a tree. 
Lee did not take kindly to patience. His voice grew gravely the more you ran away from him. 
“Don’t you want to come out today, Y/N…see what I got for you.” He growled before looking over his shoulder. From the corner of his eye he finally spotted your figure, running from one bush to another. 
He smirked to himself and stayed quiet, slowly turning his heel to your direction. He sneaked up on you from the other side, standing behind your back, his thick hands finally latched onto your shoulders. 
As always, you started to kick and scream till his large figure enveloped you, one arm around you while his other hand would muffle your screams, securing you in place. 
“With all your runnin’ I still catch you…every time, sweetheart.” His voice laced with mockery. 
His sarcasm infuriated you to which you once again started to kick and protest but it was all in vain. The sheriff was much stronger. This was one of the many things you secretly liked about him. He could put you in your place and manhandle you easily. 
“What’s that sweetheart? Hmm?” He chuckled sardonically once again. You felt his hot breath close to your ear as he pressed you up against him, feeling his hard member poking against your buttocks. 
“Feel that huh? You’ve pissed me off today, Y/N. I’m going to rip your pretty little dress and fuck you so hard against this fuckin’ tree.” 
A muffled moan escaped into his hand as he was still covering your mouth. 
“You like that don’t you? Of course, a whore like you.” He didn’t waste another second as he bent you over. Your fingers clasped around the tree log, bracing yourself for what’s about to happen.
He tore your dress to shreds, exposing you to him out in the open. The little hairs of your body stood and your nipples grew stiff as the cool morning breeze hit your bare skin. 
From behind you heard Lee unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants to pull out his big fat cock from the confines of his boxers. His raging cock leaped out, precum oozing out, the tip bright pink, ready to thrust deep inside your glistening pussy. 
“Look at you, all ready to warm my cock with that pretty cunt of yours.” He said gruffly as he bent you further, standing on your tiptoes, your bare ass up in front of him. He lined himself at your entrance, teasing you momentarily as he circled the tip over your nub then down your slit.
You quivered in anticipation, bucking your hips into him, wanting him to stuff you with his cock. “Please Lee, please fuck me.” 
The sheriff quickly complied as he dove into you, stretching you out with one swift motion. His fingers dug into your hips as he held you. That will leave a mark to which you did not mind, on the contrary, you always enjoyed it whenever he marked you. 
Your own fingers dug deeper into the tree log, trying your best to compose yourself as he kept moving in and out of you. You were shaking and losing balance but Lee made sure you’ll stay in place, focusing on his rough, long thrusts.
“Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good, yeah…just like that, squeeze me.” Lee groaned along your continuous moans as your pussy walls clenched around his cock. 
“Oh my god, Lee!” You yelped as he picked up his pace, pushing harder and faster inside you. 
Anyone could have been walking by and see what you two were doing. Lee didn’t care because he owned the town. You didn’t really have much of a choice and in reality you have gotten quite used to it. Such a debauching act, all out in the open, somehow it made you feel proud and liberated even. Knowing that the sheriff wants to fuck you with all his might, without a care in the world, anyone to see that you are his. 
The sloppier he thrusted, the ruggedly breathing, you could sense that he was about to explode and pour all that he’s got into you, stuffing you not just with his cock but also his come, you would feel it drip down the inside of your thighs after he would pull out.
Your thoughts and the way he was fucking you was driving you closer to the edge, soon enough you will also see stars. 
“Let’s come together sheriff, fuck, please!” You whined like the whore you are for him.
One of Lee’s hands snuck up to grasp one of your breasts, his fingers digging into your chest. “Tell me ’m the only one who can fuck you like this.”
“Yes…yes, only you Lee.” You whined softly, your lips parting with each push. Both sticky and sweaty, you heard and felt the underside of his belly slapping against your back. The friction was too much, you were so close to the breaking point. 
Lee’s body briefly shook, stilling inside you as he painted the walls of your pussy with ropes of white, hot, creamy come. You both moaned in unison, your eyes snapping tight shut as the coil in your stomach snapped, gushing as you reached your peak. Your pussy convulsed around his cock even tighter, both of you sunk into waves of intense pleasure riding out your orgasms. 
“Lee…” You gasped his name happily.
“Y/n…” He spoke raspy as he slipped out of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
“Mmm.” You hummed in satisfaction as he placed open kisses down your shoulder, nibbling and biting at your skin.
Despite the games you and Lee played, he is the only one who completes you. 
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Between the Lines 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, Lee is rude, customer service triggers. and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters:Lee Bodecker
Part of the Bookstore AU
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.
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.
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Another day, another shift. It starts off less than ideal. Traffic is a slog and there’s customers outside waiting for open as you walk up. You have to escape them like a zombie horde to get inside. This time of year, they tend to resemble extras in The Walking Dead.
You put your things in the back and punch in. You help Giselle with the opening list as her lashes droop precariously. She’s never very awake on her morning shifts. As you balance the till, she yawns and checks her phone.
“That old lady is out again. Something about her back,” she pops a piece of gum in her mouth and starts chewing noisily. “Not like she could do much more than wring her hands.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” you login and look across the store. You prefer being on the floor but you won’t get to stretch your legs until after noon.
“Eh, whatever. Not many seasonals this year,” she drones, “good, I don’t have to put up with children.”
You glance at her. She’s not much older than the high school students who come in to work the holiday sales. She’s just into her sophomore year and has the false sense of authority that often replaces the freshman fear.
You won’t mention that you have a masters and you’re still standing in the same place as her. Albeit, you’re full time and a pay grade higher. Still, it’s not that steep a gap between you.
The first customers are let in and swiftly fan out in their missions. A man comes up to ask about Tom Clancy’s novels and you point him in the right direction, telling him that Colton will be there to help out. He thanks you and shuffles away.
The morning drags by as you ring through the early birds. It’s that time of day where everyone is still waking up and seems to have something to complain about. You’ve suggested complementary coffee in hopes that it might quell their gripes.
Around eleven, you lean on the counter, the store effectively empty, and your headset crackles. Your name is called over the line to go to the operations room. You look at Giselle but she’s transfixed on her phone. She doesn’t even hear you say you’ll be right back.
The assistant manager, Colin, greets you in the operations room, one desk empty as he sits in another and wiggles a pen. You hover by the door as he keeps his focus on the monitor. For people who work in a bookstore, they do prefer the digital to the hard copy.
“Alright, let’s not waste time,” he leans back, finally tearing his attention from the computer, “got a complaint about you.”
“What?” You frown.
“Doing customer surveys, the online ones. This one’s particularly glowing,” he squints at the monitor again, “‘extremely dismissive and condescending. Kept trying to walk away’.”
“I never… are you sure it’s me?”
“They got your name. I went over the tape and it tracks. This guy, cop it looks like, you walked away twice. Why?” Colin points the pen at you derisively.
“Um, well, he told me to but changed his mind,” your eyes flutter as your nerves wind up. God, it has to be that jerk officer. “I did help him but he didn’t seem to want it.”
“Not what he says and he is a customer,” Colin sighs, “going to have to write you up, sweetie.”
You blink and hold your eyes shut. This is bullshit. You know better than to voice that thought.
“A write-up?”
“Relax, you got three before we do anything,” he pulls a paper over the desk and turns it towards you, “take the slap on the wrist and get back out there. It’s books. Just… smile a bit more and…” he pauses, his gaze dipping beneath your face, “maybe push your shoulders back. Posture’s important.”
You sniff back your disgust. You know what he means. Shoulders back; chest out. Gross. You cross the room and take the pen, reading over the write-up and the comments copy-pasted from the survey. Wow, what a jackass. You sign. Despite being a corporate peon, Colin’s right. It’s easier to just take the mark on your record.
“Thanks, sweetie,” he slides the paper away, “get back on the till.”
You nod and back out of the office. You shake your head as you stride through the store. This is so stupid and where the hell is Mr. Pine? He would’ve at least heard you out and overridden this nonsense decision. He’s been elusive lately and it shows.
You get back to cash as Giselle pops her gum noisily, “where were you, I gotta pee.”
“Go,” you wave her off as you step up behind the machine, “dead in here anyway.”
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The day ends in the furor of after-work shoppers. You finally get free of the rush and into the lot. The air is crisp and whispers of the coming snows. Not quite cold enough as only a cold mist flecks down and has the tarmac shining black.
You go to your car and fish out your keys. As you do, someone rolls up behind your bumper and stops, exhaust puffing up in a stink. You shove the key in the door and glance over as someone gets out, staring at you over the roof of the cruiser. What the hell?
“Finished for the day?” The officer asks, the very same blight you had the pleasure of meeting the other day.
“Yes, officer.”
“Don’t sound so happy,” he comments, “nasty weather, huh?”
“Mhmm,” you nod and open your door, throwing your bag across to the passenger side.
“You’re being shifty… you nervous around cops?” He challenges as he rounds the hood of his car, nonchalantly idling in the lane.
“No,” you shrug, “I’m just headed home. Worked a long day, sir.”
“Oh yeah? You work so hard, don’t ya?” He scoffs, “smiles all worn out, ain’t it?”
He looms close, putting his hand on the roof of your car as his other comes up to touch your chin. You step back to look at him, crowded against the open door. You gape at him, heart pumping wildly.
“Officer, can I help you with something?”
“Sheriff,” he taps the star emblazoned on his coat, just under the fleecy collar, “I’m not lookin’ for your help, don’t you worry, but you look like you got a load on ya so I’m just doing my duty here and checkin’ in.”
You set your jaw. You’re not working, you have no obligation to pander. You’re parked between the lines, your insurance is up to date, and you’re tired as fuck.
“I’m good, sir. Thanks for asking. I gotta get home.”
He smiles, his hand falling to your scarf. He fixes the fabric as you fidget, resisting the voice that hollers at you to push him away. Assault on an officer is the last thing you need.
“Get home and cozy, huh?” He smirks, his blue eyes sparkling, “got someone special waitin’ on ya?”
“Sir?” You frown.
“Dangerous livin’ alone. I’m just makin’ sure you’re safe.”
You clamp your lips tight. He wrote a whole essay about you’re disservice to him, so why is he bothering you now? This is quite the power trip.
“Fine, sir. My cat will be hungry, so uh…”
“Ah, one of those,” he snorts and pulls away.
“One of…” your voice trails back.
“Don’t need no man,” he tuts, “you got your cat. They all say that before they know what’s what.” He wags his fingers as he backs away, “there’s only so much you can learn from books, you’ll see.”
You stare, frozen in place. Is that a threat? Is this all because you tried to help him? Because you didn’t just take his entitlement and swallow it like cherry pie? As absurd as it seems, it’s still scary as hell.
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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January Reading List
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Hey, lovelies! Here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of January. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika.
If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.
Love, thanks, and happy reading!
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
Just One Night by @jobean12-blog
New Year's Day by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Last First Kiss by @jadedvibes
Dark Side of the Moon by @sgt-seabass
Not a Fan by @buckyalpine
When Your Kisses Climb by @slyyywriting
Though I Have Never Read It by @tuiccim
Jewel Encrusted by @nocturne-pisces
Everyone's Watching Him (But He's Looking at Her) by @writing-for-marvel
Just One More Night - Part 1 by @tumblin-theworldaway
Fun Turns to Fear by @cherryredmurdock
There's Really a Wolf by @flordeamatista
Delicate by @bucksangel
Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes
Positive Vicissitude by @targaryenvampireslayer
That Walk by @bucky-barnes-diaries
Blackheart by @onceuponastory
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Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
Haze by @sweeterthanthis
Saved by @doasyoudesireandlive
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Bucky Barnes x Reader x Sam Wilson
A Smile and a Smirk by @late-to-the-party-81
The Chase by @targaryenvampireslayer
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Hal Carter x Reader
Black Crown by @sgt-seabass
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Lee Bodecker x Reader
No One Special by @springdandelixn
Out of Line by @dreamlessinparis
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Steve Rogers x Reader
Chef's Kiss by @cockslutpadalecki
Surprise, Surprise by @late-to-the-party-81
On the Hunt: One Step Ahead by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Alpha Steve Headcanon by @foxgloveprincess
Recognition by @labella420
Safe and Sound by @qu1etwolf
Witch View by @buckets-and-trees
Pretty Flowers for a Pretty Girl by @witchywithwhiskey
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Andy Barber x Reader
Sweet Treats by @sunshinebuckybarnes
Unbind Me by @ghotifishreads
Kill Bill by @geniedetails
Wherever You Will Go by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
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Ari Levinson x Reader
Don't Tempt Him by @luxeavenger
Sleepy Hollow by @onsunnyside
The Chores by @theycallmebecca
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Jake Jensen x Reader
Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin
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Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale
How I Disappeared... Part 2 by @jtargaryen18
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Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Formation by @ronearoundblindly
You Don't Wanna See Me Bratty by @honeystevie
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Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Attention by @agentofkrypton
Discretion by @inklore
You'll Never Go Down to the Gods Again by @the-iceni-bitch
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Miscellaneous Characters x Reader
Mourning (Wanda Maximoff) by @late-to-the-party-81
Silver (Laurie Laurence) by @darksideofthecocoamoon
I Want Out (Max Sharper) by @mickeyhenrys
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dreamlessinparis · 1 year
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Late Night Visitor
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Pairing: Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)
Word Count: 1085
Summary: Mob brothers Chris and Bucky come to collect after Lee falls behind on his debts. But instead of taking his life, they take his wife.
Warning: Cuckholding, cheating, blowjob, Chris's rings, Daddy kink, cumplay, spitting, smut, 18+, explicit content, explicit language, teasing, taunting, alluded murder (nothing confirmed or explicit)
A/N: This was a continuation of something I'd tormented Lau with months ago and after a fun chat, I wanted to write it as a full fic. Thank you for betaing this, @sweeterthanthis and to you and @navybrat817 for helping me with the idea. Love you both❤️
if you’re a minor, please DNI!
Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)
Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
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Everything about this situation was wrong but you did nothing to stop either man as they manhandled you to the edge of the bed on all fours. Lee struggled in his restraints, his angry words muffled by your panties. 
"Bodecker, how did you even get a woman this lovely?” Bucky asked, moving to stand in front of you. You could feel his brother,Chris, positioning himself behind you; his palms groping at the flesh, giving each cheek a firm smack, the rings leaving a sting behind. Bucky's metal hand grabbed your throat, making you look up at him.
He was a handsome man, extremely dangerous, but handsome. Bucky Barnes ran the town with his brother, Chris. Everyone knew they weren't to be messed with, but you weren't surprised Lee had ended up in hot water. He was cocky to a fault.
“You're going to be a good girl for me, right doll? " Bucky asked, his hold tight in warning but not enough to hurt. You kept your eyes locked on his ocean blue eyes, and gave a small nod.
"Bet he likes to make you call him Daddy, doesn't he?" Chris mused from behind you. He grabbed your hips and pushed into a small inch at a time, making you feel the way he stretched you out, molding around him and holding on with a vice grip.
"He does," you groaned, your hands balling up the sheets beneath you. Bucky leaned down, his warm breath fanning your face. “I'm your daddy now, got it?"
"Yes Daddy," you replied softly. Bucky ran his thumb over your bottom lip. The metal was surprisingly warm and you parted your lips, letting him push it in. 
He pressed down on your tongue, forcing it open wider. Wide enough for him to replace his thumbs with the tip of his cock. Bucky had managed to take it out while you were distracted by Chris.
Your jaw ached slightly as you struggled to accommodate his wide girth. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you tried to breathe through your nose. His hand loosened from your throat, moving instead to grip your hair. "Fuck, your mouth is heavenly, doll. Could stay here forever," he groaned. "Lucky bastard you were, Bodecker. Guess we should be thanking you for fucking up.”
Chris chuckled, landing a stinging slap on your ass. His rings were cool and soothing against your heated skin as he rubbed the sore spot. "Took a look around. No kids, huh? Maybe I'll fuck a baby in this sweet little cunt. Give her what you clearly can't," Chris grunted, his ringed hands digging into soft flesh. His thrusts became more insistent, knocking you forward onto Bucky's cock. It forced you to try to adjust to the intrusion faster than you intended. Tears streaked down your cheeks. 
Bucky's hands framed your face, and as Chris pulled out, he shoved in. Together having a tug o' war with your body as they used you like a ragdoll. You should have fought, objected, anything; instead, you found yourself enjoying their abuse. Arousal gushing out of you with every stroke of Chris' cock. 
You clenched around him, moaning around Bucky's shaft. Spit dripped down your chin, dropping onto the sheets beneath. “Fuck, she's squeezing me so hard," Chris groaned, "fucking milking my cock like a greedy whore.”
"You like being our little cockslut, doll?" Bucky asked, stroking your cheek. You couldn't really nod, so you hummed around him. You felt prideful when Buckly moaned, his head falling back for a moment. "We might have to keep you, doll. Promise we'll treat you better than Bodecker. So good.”
Lee let out a muffled protest, trying to break out of his restraints. Your lacy panties were still stuffed in his mouth. Bucky had told him that it'd be the last he'd taste of you. Now you understood what Bucky meant by that.
You weren't getting out of this with Lee.
Chris's thrusts began to get sloppy, his hands tightened on you as he tensed up. One of his hands reached around, finding your clit and strumming it expertly. It hit you out of nowhere, coming in time with Chris. You fluttered around his thick cock, milking every drop of cum out of him. Painting your walls in hot spurts of cum. 
Your moans vibrated around Bucky's cock, sending him over the edge. He pulled out, quickly. "Tongue out, doll, and don't swallow."
He pumped himself and coated your face with his seed, aiming mainly for your tongue. The salty taste seeped into your tastebuds and you wanted to swallow every drop. But you didn't want to upset Bucky.
Once he was done, Bucky helped you up off the bed. Chris's cum was dripping down your thighs and you squeezed them tight, trying to not lose too much of it. He didn't seem like the type who'd appreciate you wasting anything he gave you.
Bucky's hand was warm in yours as the two of you approached Lee. He yanked the panties out but never gave Lee the chance to speak. His metal hand gripped his chin, forcing Lee's head back and his mouth open. "I lied, her panties aren't the last thing you'll ever taste," Bucky snarled. "Go on, doll, give Bodecker what he deserves.”
You were hesitant, approaching your husband. Lee's eyes were wide but there was a hardness in them as if he was disappointed in you. Like he wasn't the one at fault here. 
Bucky's cum sat heavily in your mouth and you leaned forward, spitting it all onto Lee's tongue. If Bucky hadn't been holding his chin, you were sure Lee would have spat it back in your face. Instead, he was forced to swallow. 
“Wow, looks like Bodecker can behave," Chris chided, coming up behind you, wrapping himself around your body. Bucky chuckled, releasing Lee, and with his metal hand, his thumb wiped a spot on the corner of your mouth.
“Missed a spot, doll.”
He shoved his thumb into Lee's mouth, staring him down until Lee sucked on the metal digit. "Good boy," Bucky praised, patting Lee's chubby cheek, "Chris, take our girl to the car. I’ll join you two after I have a quick chat with the Sheriff here.”
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Taglist:
@caffiend-queen
@jobean12-blog
@pandaxnienke
@maladaptivexxdaydreaming
@thefallenbibliophilequote
@kitkatd7
@christywantspizza
@hallecarey1
@sparkledfirecracker
@gogolucky13
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springlibrary · 1 year
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Fic & Writer Recommendations Jan 2023
I know I said I will be doing this quarterly but I just couldn't help myself.
Listed below are writers I am a fan of and fics I have been reading and loving for the month of January (well, some December too). Some are dark and some light but what they do have in common is that they were created by such talented people.
As usual, I'll be categorizing them as Dark, Grey, and Non-Dark. But I am now adding a new category; writers.
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@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - There really isn't anything that they release that I don't like. Their stories vary in darkness and it's always such a treat to read. My favorite so far is Unexpected and its prequel, Unsolicited, and I think you guys should check it out.
@straywords - Their fics are just *chef's kiss*. I've read a couple of them already and they are just such beautiful pieces. I have yet to dive deeper into their masterlist but so far, In The Mountains and Bound Then and Forever are my current faves.
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Dark Fics
Corruption (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
Doppelgänger (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. 
Worthy (Thor x Reader) by @michelleleewise Summary: After your recent breakup your self-esteem is at an all-time low, so you take your friend's advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead.
It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 
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Grey Fics
Spoils of War (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @navybrat817 Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances.
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Non-Dark
Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst
Beautiful View from the Backseat (Thor x Stark!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚 Summary: Some mortal things, Thor can get used to. Except traffic jams.
Sweeter Than Apple Pie (DBF!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis 💚 Summary: It's torture sitting through dinner with Lee. Especially when his idle hands can't keep from wandering.
Flavors (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚 Summary: You spend the night testing out new flavors with your god of mischief.
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Give these writers and their fics some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed their work. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖
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buckys-dollface · 2 years
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Tay's Birthday Celebration 🎉
April 1st-April 10th
If you send any asks for my birthday celebration, you have to 18+ or older to participate. By doing so, you are agree to this
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OMG! My birthday is a week away but how i consider it we celebrate all April long. I'm a real fan for celebrating the goodness in life and to me that includes birthdays.
Join me in the fun og celebrating my birthday all next week starting today!! (Especially on the Aries new moon) 🎉
→ Activities
※ Lets chat! Send me your thoughts or thots and lets discuss
※ FMK: Fuck, marry, kill (or kiss because I'm soft)
※ Smash or pass
※ Let the stars align: Send me your zodiac and ill pair you with ur fictional soulmate
※ Headcannons or blurbs about my favs (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Lee Bodecker, Andy Barber, etc)
※ Play that song: Send in a song and ill tell you what fic that it would resonate with the most, send in character and i curate a playlist for them or honestly we can just vibe and chat about music ♫
※ Behind the scenes: Have questions about any of my fics? Ask away.
※ Directors Cut (Tay's Verison): You request on of my wips and I release a sneek peek
※ Picture Perfect: Send in your fav photo (it could be Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, etc) and I'll describe who i think it is and what the situation was based on the photo
※ Mood™: Send in a concept or au and I'll create you a moodboard 🌟
I hope you can join and happy April!!
Much love to you all!!
Signal boost: @writing-for-marvel, @gutflorizt, @buckmepapi, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, @fluffycutecevans, @beefybuckrrito
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Got to say, I’ve never been a fan of using ‘baby’ as a term of endearment, but ‘baby love’???? You’ve awoken something real soft and mushy in my chest, my friend 💖 Your writing for Lee Bodecker is just *chefs kiss*!!! Thanks for all that you do!
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No, thank you! This ask put a huge smile on my face. I will forever feel the need to associate that pet name with him now. Expect to see it pop up a lot in my future Lee fics. It's just too perfect 🤣
So happy to have been able to awaken the soft and mushy 💖
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2, 3, 6, 7, 18, 26? :0
2. What fandom do you want to see more agere fics for?
i answered this one already but i thought about it some more and i think some horror movie agere content could be interesting!! 😱
3. Have you ever written for a fandom you aren’t in?
i have not! unless you count characters from a movie i haven't seen but still consider myself a fan of lol (*cough* lee bodecker)
6. Do you ever write about your ocs regressing?
i don't really have oc's that aren't self inserts tbh! and all my self inserts are just me but slightly modified to fit the story setting lol ❤️ idk why i've just never really had the kind of brain for writing original characters 😅
7. Do you write the same kind of fics that you read?
oh absolutely! thats why i was inspired to start writing in the first place, i wanted to make the same fics i love reading!!
18. Have you ever written pet regression?
not explicitly! although pretty kitty was definitely a soft launch for writing petre because that is something i'd like to explore more!!
26. What fic do you wish would write itself? (or just magically pop into existence?)
mmm is it charing to say all of them lol..... i visualize all my fics so clearly in my head that i wish i could just plug a cord into my brain & download it right into my google doc lol
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕
week 1 - day 4 - kinktober - face fucking and cum eating - sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader
warning - face fucking and cum eating.
kinktober masterlist
18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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“Well, well. What do we have here?” Y/n freezes, her eyes wide as the man’s voice reaches her ears. She turns slowly and comes face to face with the Sheriff, Lee Bodecker. He smirks, looping his thumbs through his belt before stepping forward. One of his hands grabs Y/n’s chin and squeezes roughly.
“S–sheriff, I– This–” She becomes flustered. Having this big burly man so close to her is causing her brain to go all fuzzy. “You stealing, sweetheart?” Lee’s accent hits between her thighs. His eyes flit down to where she unknowingly rubs her thighs together. He smirks, licking his bottom lip before his eyes trace up her body and back to her eyes.
Y/n shakes her head, “n–no sheriff, I–I” Lee cuts her off, a hand sliding into her pants pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. “Then, what’s this, sweetheart?” Her face flushes red, eyes going wide as her mouth opens and closes. Speechless, Lee’s eyes connect with her lips, and he starts to imagine what they’d look like around his cock.
The thought causes his cock to stir, and then an idea comes to mind, “well, sugar. I’ll let ya off with a warning if ya do something for me.” She rapidly nods, Lee’s eyes dark and cock hard as he leads her outside and to the side of the building. Lee leans against the wall, rubbing his bulge, watching the innocent little thing in front of him, biting her lip at the sight.
“Get on ya knees, sweetheart.” Y/n looks up at him with wide eyes. Lee raises his brow, “I don’t like repeating myself. Knees, now.” She quickly drops to her knees, looking back at him. The innocence shining in her eyes causes Lee to groan. He hurriedly unbuckles his slacks, unzipping them and then pulling out his erect cock.
The gasp that she lets out makes him leak pre-cum. She watches as it drips out of his tip, unconsciously licking her lips. “Well? I don’t got all day.” Lee growls, impatient. Y/n looks at him, confused, and that’s when it clicks to Lee. He watches as our curious eyes look up at him and back down to his cock.
“Sweetheart, you ever suck a cock before?” Lee watches as she shakes her head. His cock twitches wildly. “Open your mouth. I’m gonna teach ya.” 
Y/n opens her mouth, and a small whimper leaves her as Lee grabs onto her head, fingers tangling into her hair and pulling slightly, causing tingles to shoot down her spine. The head of his cock rests heavily against her tongue, his taste invading her senses. Her eyes light up, her lips wrap around his tip, and she starts to suck.
Wanting to taste him more, instinctively licking the underside of his cock. Y/n finds his most sensitive spot, Lee’s eyes are wide as he struggles to contain his moans. His hand is still holding the back of her head, helping her bob up and down. His beautiful blue eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling like he’s in heaven as your beautiful plump lips suck his soul out. He starts to get impatient with you sucking on his tip, taking matters into his own hands. He grips the back of your head and thrusts.
A deep raspy groan leaves Lee’s throat, feeling you gag around his cock. The sound of his groan shoots tingles through your core. He thrusts fast and hard into your throat, his balls slapping against your chin. Heavy and waiting to burst, “fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good, sugar. You’re such a naughty girl for stealing.” 
His cock twitches. It feels heavy and warm on your tongue, drool seeping out the sides of your mouth, making it easier for Lee to thrust deep inside your throat. His head lolls back, and moans slip from his mouth as his hips stutter. He pushes deep before stilling. Holding your head there as you gag, the vibrations sending pleasure up his cock. 
Lee looks down and finds your innocent tear-filled eyes staring up at him. Your throat constricts around him. Staring deep into your eyes, he starts to thrust again. Slower than before, one hand moving from your hair down to your cheek and stroking it, a soft groan falls from his lips as his seed spills into your mouth. 
“Swallow, sugar.” He gasps out as your throat tightens around his sensitive cock. Swallowing his seed, moaning at the taste, Lee pulls out, tucking his softening cock into his pants before spying some of his cum escaping your mouth and down your chin. His thumb swipes it up before sliding it into your mouth, groaning as you suck it off. 
“Well, sweetheart. This will need to happen for a while until I say otherwise. If ya wanna stay outta jail.” Lee looks at you and notices you nod while sucking on your lips, trying to get the taste of him again. His cock twitches at the thought of you becoming addicted to him, and his taste, gets him hard.
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the-witty-pen-name · 25 days
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The Nanny Part 12
18+ ONLY 
Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader
Series Masterlist
Word Count: 2.9K
Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst
Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.
Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.
As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!
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3 Months Later
Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers. 
“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.” 
She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it. 
“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies. 
You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does. 
“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles. 
“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit. 
“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made. 
The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been. 
You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out. 
She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness. 
Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.” 
“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room. 
“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room. 
“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning. 
You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines. 
“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself. 
“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both. 
“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have. 
“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down. 
“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”
He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first. 
“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.” 
“Are you pro-”
“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.” 
“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing. 
You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can. 
Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him. 
By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.
He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his- 
He has to get this over with as soon as possible. 
He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else. 
Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him. 
“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth. 
“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable. 
“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage. 
“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”
“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.
“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?” 
Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control. 
“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.” 
“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”
“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue. 
“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.” 
You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow. 
“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.
 “Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest. 
There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done. 
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thornsnvultures · 1 year
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lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader || 1.2k || cw: pure filth, smut, mutual masturbation, breathplay, daddy kink, oral (m rec) || a/n: a rewrite of one of my first fics on ao3
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You wake up in the middle of the night to Lee pressed up against your back. With every one of his inhales you feel his tummy brush against your lower back. Lee’s arm is draped over your middle, his stubble caressing the back of your neck and his soft comforting weight surrounding you.
You feel your core getting wetter by the second so you slip your hand in your panties to alleviate some pressure but your fingers running across your sensitive clit just makes your pussy slicker. Like a bloodhound he can smell it on you, can feel you squirming underneath him. Lee presses a kiss to the back of your neck and grinds into your backside real slow.
“Whatcha doin’, darlin’?
Your hand stills over your folds. Heat rises on your cheeks from being caught. Denial catches in your throat, you can't lie, not with his lips mouthing along the nape of your neck.
"Wakin’ me up when I gotta be up early in the morning," Lee tsk's, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten. His wandering hand nudges your own from between your legs and takes its place. Lee groans at the mess he finds between your thighs. "Still wet from takin’ my cock earlier, darlin’? All'a my cum leakin' outta that tight snatch." His thick fingers feel around your messy pussy, nudging your swollen, clit and gathering up your slick before pushing his two fingers inside. You could come from just that touch alone with how needy you are for him.
"Please, Lee. Daddy," you whine and grip his thick wrist in your hands like you're afraid of him pulling away and leaving you empty.
"Uh-uh. You wanna touch yourself without me," he rips his hand from between your thighs, "you gotta be a good girl for daddy and show me what you were doin’.”
Lee's fingers are shiny with your juices and he sucks them good and clean while you get situated. You turn around, half sitting up against the headboard, lifting your nightgown even higher on your hips so your cunt is exposed to the cool night air. Hunger consumes Lee's already dark blue eyes until they're nearly black.
“Tastes so good, sweetheart. Look'it you," Lee pushes his boxers down and takes himself in hand as he motions for you to get to it, put on the little show he's waiting for. "What’s got you all worked up this late at night, sweet thing? Tell me.” You can barely focus on his words as you watch him lazily tug at his fat, drooling cock. It takes a quirked eyebrow from Lee to bring you back. You lick your lips, watching the red tip of his cock peek out behind his fingers as he tugs, before going back to touching yourself how you like, how you were when you thought Lee was fast asleep.
“You, daddy," you groan, "I was thinking about you, your body, how good you make me feel. How you take care of me.”
“Is that right, darlin'? You like when Daddy makes you feel good?”
"God, yes," you cry out as your hand moves faster against your clit, strumming it hard until your legs are shaking.
"So beautiful. My perfect little girl." Lee's matching your pace with his fist when you slide two fingers from your other hand in your sloppy cunt, mimicking him fucking you.
You're a moaning, sobbing mess when you feel Lee reach over and squeeze at your breasts. One and the other, the palms the weight of your tender flesh, plucks at your sensitive nipples until you're shaking, shivering, nearly crawling out of your skin. Lee knows you're there, right there, you just need a little push. So he slides his hand up your chest to your throat, circling it but not giving you the pressure you crave until you answer him.
"Who makes you feel good? Who makes you feel like this?" Lee's right there, kneeling in front of you, one hand on your throat, the other slick and jerking his fat cock. You want him to cover you with his cum, to paint you, mark you as his. You want him to pump you full of it until you can't hold any more. A tight squeeze to your throat brings you back before you can float away.
“You, daddy, you do. You make me feel so good. So fucking good.”
Your legs are shaking and tears form at the corners of your eyes but you can’t, won’t, let go until Lee gives you the go ahead. You’d beg but you can’t speak, your vision is going spotty from the lack of circulation and a tear falls from your eye when he tightens his grip even more.
“Let go for me sweetheart, make a mess all over these sheets. Give it to me.” His whispered words send you flying off the edge and he lets go of your neck just enough for you to scream in ecstasy. You’re legs are shaking violently as you continue to slide your fingers in and out of you and strum your sensitive clit, riding out the wave. “Shhh, that's it, darlin'," his big hand cradles your jaw as your limbs go limp. "Such a messy little slut.”
You don't protest as Lee slides you down the bed until you're flat on your back. Starting up at him with a lazy smile on your face, Lee strokes your cheek as he straddles your chest and feeds you his cock from above.
Your hands run up his thick thighs before resting at his hips and you take the head of his cock between your lips, savoring the salty taste of him. He won't last long, not with you under him like this, but you don't mind. You're hungry for him, starving actually, since you woke up soaked and needy.
You bob your head as Lee fucks your pretty mouth, his balls are soaked with your spit and slapping against your chin and you think you could probably cum again from him using you like this. Hitting the back of your throat with a hand behind your head, holding you still so he can feel your throat constrict around him like a nice grip.
Praise pours from Lee's lips, "Such a good girl, taking cock like a good little slut. Fuck, take it all, that's it. So beautiful with a mouth full of cock, darlin'."
Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you gag around him over and over. Between gasping breaths you suck him down until he's babbling nonsense. Lee barely gives you any warning before he's holding your head still and shoving his cock down your throat as deep as it can go. A hoarse cry spills from his lips as he shoots his load and you moan around him, swallowing him down. Lee pulls out at the last second to shoot the last few spurts across your face.
"Beautiful."
He climbs off your cheat and goes to grab a towel to clean you up. Taking gentle care, Lee wipes away both of your messes before climbing back into bed and pulling you close.
"Sorry for waking you."
Lee chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't you worry. I was only teasing. You know I'll always take care of you."
"Love you, daddy."
"Mm, love you too, darlin'.
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starryevermore · 3 years
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his doll: pepsi cups and parking lots (1) ✧ lee bodecker
his doll ✧ a tatted mob boss!lee bodecker series | ao3
pairing: tatted mob boss!lee bodecker x fem!reader
request: So can I pls ask if you could somehow incorporate a pepsi cup into the tatted mob!lee thing whenever you write it coz I’m it’s not like I need my sanity anyways 🥵🤗🥺 thank u 😘 - @tumblin-theworldaway​
summary: you take care of lee after he takes you on a date. 
word count: 906
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, inspired by the pepsi cup scene (some of the dialogue directly taken from the scene, but I also made it fit into this universe by changing a few things), handjob, pet name (doll) 
note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.
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Lee Bodecker was a powerful man, and powerful men like him get exactly what they want. So, when he asked you out on a date last week, you knew that you had no choice but to say yes. If you didn’t, he would continue going after you, relentlessly pursuing you until you eventually gave into his desires. Though, you weren’t one to complain about it. While Lee had his moments that fell into the dark side, so did you. He just didn’t know it yet. 
No, he thought you were all doe eyes and cotton candy and bubblegum. He didn’t know that your daddy taught you to shoot before you could ride a bike, that you were taken to boxing lessons as soon as you were allowed into the gym. You weren’t some timid little girl, even if that was what the entire town thought you to be. No, you were more than that. You also knew how to get what you wanted, and Lee Bodecker was exactly what you wanted. 
The two of you had just left the restaurant Lee had taken you out to. It was one of the nicest ones in town, the kind that had a dress code to even be allowed in the door. Lee had gotten you a stunning red dress to wear, hugging you in all of the right places. And he was wearing his best suit—together, you looked like a fucking power couple. 
He’d insisted on driving you himself, said he didn’t want to deal with his new driver, something about how he was too slow, too inexperienced for Lee’s taste. But you both knew that was a lie. Lee had really just wanted to get you alone to himself, drive you to an abandoned parking lot and have his way with you. 
He had a vintage car, the kind that didn’t have a center console in the way, instead having a bench seat that let you slide up next to him. His arm was thrown over the back of the seat, his hand brushing against your shoulder, pulling you tighter against him. His cock had been freed from the confines of his pants the minute he parked, standing tall, hard as a rock just for you.
A smirk stretched across his face when he saw you practically drooling at the sight of him. He grabbed at your hand and guided you to his cock, wrapping your small hand around his length. “Go ahead, doll. You can touch me.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice, twisting your wrist as you stroked his cock. His hips lifted off the seat, fucking himself into your hand, groaning as you gave him a tight squeeze. If the steering wheel wasn’t so much in the way, you would’ve been ducking your head down, taking him in your mouth, suckling on that pretty red tip. But it was in the way, so you had to be satisfied in the moment with running your thumb along his slit, collecting the beads of precum that were leaking.
“When am I gonna get you in bed?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his lips, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip
“Soon, doll,” he grunted, reaching down to the paper Pepsi cup he had lying beside him, pressing it into the hand that wasn’t occupied. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ good at this. Fuckin’ made for me.”
“Yeah? You got a plan then? Know exactly how you’re gonna take me?”
“Yeah, got it all planned out,” he sighed. “Gonna take you on a coupla more dates, take you back to my place. Lead you up the stairs, nearly fuckin’ you against the wall. But I’ll wait, I’ll hold back. ‘Cause when I take you, I want you fuckin’ screamin’ into my mattress. No more parking lots, no more Pepsi cups. Just you, me, and my big ole bed.”
He moaned, loud, and you were half convinced that the entire town would able to hear him. His was close to coming, so you held the Pepsi cup close to him, ready to catch everything he had. His body rose off the seat as he came, thick white ropes coating the inside of the cup, you being careful to make sure you didn’t spill a single drop.
“That was good.” 
A sense of pride surged in you. You liked when he complimented you. Made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, like you were the only girl who knew how to treat him right. And you swore you would keep it up. You knew Lee Bodecker could take care of you, so why shouldn’t you repay the favor? It was only fair. 
“You get it all in the cup?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, peppering kisses along his jaw. “Just like you wanted, baby.”
“God, I’m gonna fuckin’ marry you,” Lee sighed, tilting your head up so he could press a kiss to your lips.
“After just one date and a handjob?” you teased.
“No, knew I’d marry you long before that, doll. Knew from the moment I first saw you,” he said. “Now you know it too.”
“Mr. Bodecker, you know you gotta ask a gal first before you start gettin’ all possessive.”
“Be mine, doll,” he said without missing a beat. “Be mine and only mine.”
“Oh, Lee, you know I already was. I decided I’d be yours from the moment I saw you.”
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Sweet On You
Lee Bodecker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, grief, smut, brief unintentional controlling actions, fluff.
Not beta read, all mistakes are my own.
Words: 2704
Eury2kChallenge prompt: Sharing Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
This is my second challenge piece and I'm actually quite proud of it because it's my first time writing Lee as a soft character. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please feel free to like, reblog and/or comment.
Summary: A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.
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He was known for his rough exterior, he was known for the way he'd never sugar-coat truth but he was also known for being good at his job even though it was known that he had some shady practices. Lee Bodecker was an easy man to work with. Play right by him and he'll play right by you. Get on his dark side and that's when you had trouble. The one thing Lee liked was to be in control of situations, of feelings and his relationships. That's why he was frustrated now.
When he first met her she was returning to Knockemstiff to look after her dying grandmother. She had been left on the outskirts of town by the only bus that would pass nearby. She looked at an old store opposite her and approached, cases in hand. She was about to enter when the town sheriff came out of the store nearly knocking her off of her feet.
“I’m so sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean for that to happen” he spoke trying to steady her. His concern was met with an embarrassed laugh.
“It’s ok. I wasn’t quite looking where I was going anyway” she tilted her head and looked closer at him, examining his features.
“Sheriff Lee Bodecker, is that you?” the questioning look in her eyes made him now study her features.
“Oh lord, is that you Y/N?” he asked, her response was an avid nodding of the head, “Y/N who was in the same Sunday school classes with Sandy?” he double checked.
“It sure is” she answered with a grin. He couldn’t help but hug her. It wasn’t the kind of thing he’d normally do but he just felt the need to do so.
“Are you going into town?”
“I am, I’m on my way to see my Grams. She’s not so good and it doesn’t look like it will get better either” her features suddenly looked downcast. Without question, Lee grabbed Y/N’s cases and put them in the trunk. Holding the door open for her, she gratefully accepted as he shut the door and moved around to get in on the driver’s side. Y/N pulled a Reese’s peanut buttercup out of her bag unwrapping it and breaking it in half. She offered a piece to Lee who gratefully accepted as sweet things were his way of staying away from alcohol.
There was a calm silence as they drove into town, Lee was stealing glances at Y/N and likewise she would do the same to Lee. When he finally found the courage to speak up, they started talking about everything and nothing. It was light conversation, heavier than small talk but nothing serious. He pulled up outside Y/N’s grandmother’s house and helped her to the door with her luggage. She thanked Lee and kissed him on the cheek, coyly smiling and blushing slightly. His cheeks tinged pink as he tipped his hat to her, returning to his car and flashing a bright smile her way.
“If you need me, just give me a call at the station darlin” he spoke.
Two months had passed since Y/N moved to Knockemstiff. She was standing in the cemetery just looking at the grave in front of her. She hadn’t noticed Lee approaching. He placed a bunch of wild flowers on the grave and turned to Y/N.
“I’m sorry I missed the funeral yesterday darlin, someone has to be out there keeping the town safe" he explained as she faced him with a wry smile.
“It’s fine Lee, I know that you have a lot on including an election in four months” she acknowledged.
“So what will you do now?” he quizzed.
“I’m not sure, there’s the house to think of and making decisions about whether to stay or not" she confessed. She noticed a frown darkening Lee’s face like storm clouds drowning out the sun. She knew that look too well. It was his over protective anger. She loved and hated him for it. It made her feel like she wasn’t alone, but Lee was still just a friend from her younger days. She began to move to leave and Lee tailed her. It was a painful silence. As she got to the exit, Lee grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, sandwiching Y/N between himself and his wagon.
“Now look Y/N, your Grams told me she wanted me to look after you when she was gone, now I can’t do that if you’re planning on leaving town" his voice was full of more displeasure than he had intended. He couldn’t help it, she left him flustered. He had always taken what he wanted, found a way to coerce women who were a little unwilling when he needed a quick fix. But Y/N was different. She made him feel things he hadn’t thought possible. He couldn’t get her out of his mind and he hadn’t looked at another woman since she returned. As their friendship developed, so did his feelings. The thought of her crying or in pain hurt him. He just wanted to see her smile, hear her laugh in what he thought sounded like the symphony of heaven. Her Grandmother Eileen liked Lee a lot. She respected his not so clean approach to getting things done, understanding life had more grey areas than simply being black or white.
“Lee I know you mean well and I really do appreciate it, but the house and land are too much for me to manage alone, plus there are some real shysters out there and they’ll see me as a sitting duck" she explained. He nodded and placed his hands on his hips.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t mean to get mad but you’re trying to do it all by yourself and you won’t let me in to help you" his voice softened. He sighed as she processed his words. “I just want you to let me in darlin, I could help with the garden. I can do repairs, I want to keep my promise to your Grandmother. Eileen was a good woman, she had faith in me and I can’t let her down” his words tore at her. The truth was Y/N loved Lee but she’d been hurt before and was scared of being hurt again. His stare bore into her, she couldn’t say no to the sad look that sat in his ocean eyes.
“Ok" she conceded getting into Lee’s car. Lee watched her with confusion. It wasn’t like her to just back down. But he wasn’t going to question it and got in to drive her home.
As he pulled up outside her home he looked at Y/N and realised she had been staring at him.
“You ok darlin?” he asked.
“Lee I wanted to tell you something but it doesn’t matter, it’s not important” she said getting out of the car suddenly losing the courage. She rushed to her door, not looking back. Lee shook his head as she closed and he decided he couldn’t leave things like this.
Y/N took a deep breath as she entered the house and leaned against the door. She wanted to tell him that she liked him but that stupid fear of hers took over again. She jumped at the sound of the knocking on her door.
“Y/N, sweetheart, you can’t expect me to drive on thinking y’all alright when I know you ain’t. Now I don’t care if there’s a riot in town tonight but if my girl ain’t happy I ain’t moving until I know you are” he was adamant but with warmth in his tone. Gingerly, Y/N opened the door and peered up at Lee. Tears in her eyes, she just rushed into his arms and held onto him while crying. He tightened his embrace and rested his chin on top of her head. He walked her into the house and they sat in the living room on the sofa. He waited patiently and let her sit up. She apologised for the tears on his shirt but he dismissed it as nothing. “Tell me what’s wrong darlin” his voice was husky.
“Why did you call me your girl?” she asked barely audible.
“Hell darlin, have you not figured out what the rest of this town seems to know?” he paused as she shook her head none the wiser, “I’m sweet on you darlin, you drive me nuts because I can’t stop thinking of you. Every time someone upsets you I want to see to it that they never see the next light of day. You make me feel all these things that I’ve always thought were not possible because I’m me. I ain’t no real catch Y/N. I do shit to cover up other people’s shit if it is of benefit to me. Do you know how hard it is to be in love with someone out of their league?” he asks finally revealing the true nature of his feelings leaving them both equally stunned. Taking his hand in hers, she made Lee face her.
“Don’t ever say you’re no catch Lee Bodecker, my grandma would have your hide for that and you know it” her voice was soft and even, “you’ve been my rock since coming back and you were always there for me when I was growing up, when Sandy and I went to school. Lee I look at you and see the most handsome man I ever met. You have a few skeletons, don’t we all. You think I was so naïve that I didn’t know about what Grandma used to do? I love you too Lee Bodecker, if anything I always thought I was not good enough for you, you know with you being Sheriff and all” she confessed.
Not wasting any more time, Lee smashed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. He wanted there to be no doubt in her mind as to how he felt for her. They paused to surface for air but no words were needed as he pulled her back to him, she felt a rush of vulnerability in his arms and a surge of warmth go through her that she’d never felt with any other man. He planted his lips on hers again softly coaxing her back into a lip lock that swiftly intensified as he parted her lips with his tongue, her taste likened to the sweetness of a freshly picked fig opened for the first bite. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her yielding body silently screamed for more. It was the loudest quietness that had ever called to him. This was not like anything he’d had before. This was desired both ways and he wanted it to be something she’d remember. This was a dream come true for Lee. Everything about being with her in this moment was better than he’d ever imagined, and he’d thought about it a lot – the number of Pepsi cups he’d gone through were evidence of that. She whispered in his ear the directions to the bedroom. He pulled her up and took the lead taking her there. In a frenzied kiss once more, they were removing each other’s clothes. He pushed her on to the bed eagerly and watched her scoot upwards a little. The devilish smile spreading across Lee’s face emphasised the burning desire in his eyes. She was his and he was going to make sure she remembered. He crawled towards her, Y/N’s skin tingled at the heat of his close proximity. He began to ravage her neck, almost growling as kisses alternated with licks and bites. She whimpered with each touch, even more so as his lips descended down the valley of her breasts and over her stomach. Y/N needed to hold or feel him in some way and ran her fingers through Lee’s hair. Her legs had parted like the Red Sea at Moses’ command as he reached her pussy. Holding her legs apart, Y/N felt him run his hand over her heat. He smacked it twice in quick succession, observing her squirm while squealing with delight. His thumbs separated her lips and Lee looked like a ravenous animal.
“Oh darlin, I’m going to ruin that pussy” he breathed with a salacious tone. Before Y/N could respond, Lee’s mouth was devouring her core like a man who’d been starved. The sinful sounds he made as he sucked and licked her clit only served to turn her on further.
“Lordy Lee, don’t stop” she whined in pleasure as he looked up at her, their eyes meeting as her outstretched arms clung to the bedsheets and her hips bucked towards him letting his tongue probe her while he rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger, giving it a little squeeze and tug. Her pornographic moans of approval caused him to become so hard he was convinced he could cut diamonds with his dick. He needed to be inside her.
“Sweetheart I need to be in you” he moved up and kissed her intensely allowing her to taste herself. His fingers laced hers as they held hands. Lee maneuvered his body and began to slide into her slowly, her slick coating him made it easier. He took his time so that she could adjust to his size. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing ever so slightly the deeper he pushed in.
“Y/N you’re so tight around me, you’re perfect” he praised.
“Lee, I need you to move” she practically begged. He nodded and dipped his head to nibble at her collar bone as he began to rock an even pace. His mouth assaulted her neck leaving marks, he wanted everyone to know Y/N was his girl. Suddenly he began to up the pace beginning to feel her walls flutter. He pulled out and turned her onto her stomach slapping her buttocks as he rammed into her, getting rougher. He wanted to see how much she could take. He slapped her butt cheek again as he began to pummel her pussy into submission with each thrust. Her walls now constricting as the atmosphere became heady with primal lust, she cried out Lee’s name in an elongated moan that brought him over the edge and spilling deep into her. He jerked a few more times riding out the last of his orgasm finally lowering her face down on the bed with him on top of her.
Gently withdrawing from her, Lee rolled onto his side and Y/N mirrored him. Both were gazing at each other, neither able or wanting to hide that love shining in their eyes.
“I want you to be mine always” he uttered, not used to sounding so sappy.
“I am yours Lee, as long as I don’t have to deal with you cheating on me with Pepsi cups” she teased, letting on that she knew as she giggled. He looked at her in shock. He wanted to deny it but there was no point and he laughed with her. She sat up and leaned over to her bedside table, grabbing something from it. Lee also sat up and observed her, she removed the wrapper of the Reese’s peanut butter cup and grinned at Lee. She sat it between her teeth and leaned into Lee as he bit half off and kissed Y/N in the process. As they digested their candy, Lee pulled Y/N into his arms. The silence that filled the room told them all they needed to hear, she knew he loved her and he knew she loved him. But his insecurities still got the better of him.
“Do you regret this? You know because I’m not perfect, my body is-” she hushed Lee with a searing kiss of her own.
“Lee, I know you’re not perfect, nobody is. But you’re wabi sabi” she replied.
“What on earth is that?” he asked in confusion, his expression making her chuckle.
“Lee Bodecker, you are indeed wabi sabi. You’re perfectly imperfect and I love you for all that you are” she divulged making him smile like a shy teen as he wrapped his arms around her safe in the knowledge that he didn’t have to conceal anything about himself to the woman he loved.
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