#lee bodecker one shot

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 4: Authority/Power Difference - Lee Bodecker

Summary: He was the sheriff, happily married and your dad’s boss. So why was he leaning down to kiss you in the middle of his office?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content, virgin!reader, coercion, innocence kink, authority kink, age gap, cheating, possessive, oral (f receiving), fingering, manipulation

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“Hello? Is anybody here? Dad?” you called into the darkened police station, fear beginning to tickle the fine hair on the back of your neck. The door had been unlocked, and your father told you to visit at this time so he could safely drive you home. So where was everyone? Even at this late hour, the receptionist wasn’t here to greet you like usual.

Walking further into the dark building, you finally released the breath you’d been holding as a light shone from the end of the hallway. Your steps were quiet as you approached the office that you had only been into a handful of times, but you assumed that your father was probably waiting in there, considering there were no other signs of life around.

“Dad-... Sheriff?” you were startled to find the Sheriff sitting at his desk, hunched over, leaning closely to the piece of paper he was writing on like he was struggling to see what was there but refusing to wear any glasses. In his other hand was a sweet of some sort, half lifted to his mouth but momentarily paused on route as he heard your innocent call out.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker had always been in your life; he’d started as your father’s best friend, and then, as they moved up the ranks in the police, Lee became the sheriff, and your father was the deputy. It wasn’t a rare occasion to find the two men sitting on the couch, drinking beers and watching the football when you’d arrive home for school.

Lee always felt like a protector for you, especially as he always seemed to look out for you more than your siblings, which only helped to develop your crush on him. It was thoroughly inappropriate and something you’d tried to pray for forgiveness during the Sunday services at church. It soon became something that consumed your very being. He was all you could think about during every waking hour, and you soon found any excuse to see him or spend time with the older man, which was only made worse when the Sheriff’s wife would turn up and reality dawned on you.

This was one of the main motivations to attend College in the next town over from Knockemstiff. It had been hard to adjust but with each day, you thought of the Sheriff less and less but then it would all come cascading back when you saw him in your home on your first day back for the holidays.

“Sugar? What are you doing here? It’s too late for you to wander around all by your lonesome.” Lee’s concerned, husky voice disrupted your thoughts as you awkwardly shifted your weight from one foot to the other in the doorway.

“I thought my Dad would be here. He said he’d drive me home at this time, but I can’t find him.” As you explained your predicament, you crossed your arms, shielding your body before biting your lower lip.

The Sheriff’s eyes seemed to linger on the spot for a second before he placed his pen onto the desk and sat back in his leather chair with a creak. “Ah well, I think that might be my doing. I insisted that everyone leave so they could go and watch football. He must have forgotten that he was taking you home”.

Your shoulders visibly drop at hearing the news, dread sitting heavy in your stomach at the thought of the long walk home that you were able to do. Looking at the ground as you spoke, your feet began to turn your body in the opposite direction, “Thank you for letting me know, Sheriff. I’m sorry for taking up your time. Have a good night”.

“Now, wait just a minute, will you? Where are you going? You can’t surely think of walking home on your lonesome now. Not at this time of night; you don’t know who’ll be watching and waiting in the darkness”. The Sheriff was now standing as you turned back to face him, the fearful feeling now changing to a nervous fluttering at the prospect of being alone with the man you adored most in the world and had been trying to get over.

Your tongue seemed heavy as it rested in your mouth as you could not think of a verbal response, so you simply nodded to his suggestion, stepping back into his dimly lit office. Lee stepped closer, holding his arm towards the smaller leather chair facing his desk. “Come now, Sweet thing, take a seat. I’ll just finish my paperwork and then drive you home”.

Following his instructions, you sat in the chair, your heart seemingly missing a beat as he tucked it in chivalrously. You played nervously with the edge of your sky-blue dress, which you now realised matched the colour of his eyes that hadn’t seemed to leave you since you’d arrived.

You avoided his piercing eyes altogether, deciding instead to look around the familiar room for any changes since you’d last peaked in. This was a wrong decision, though, as your eyes glanced upon a new photo nailed to the wall of him and his wife. You wished the ground would open up so you could fall into a hole, especially as your body warmed in arousal at seeing him and then chilled in shame as his wife. He was very, very married for many years with his high school sweetheart. This is the main reason you would go to confessionals and pray for your sins; they were horrible, nasty thoughts that a good religious girl shouldn’t ever contemplate.

Straightening your posture, your knees pressed together like you were trying to hide your arousal. Even though that wasn’t the sign that Lee would notice, he was more focused on your lower lip, tucked in between your teeth. It was a nervous habit but one that also followed whenever he would casually touch your arm innocently or say a particular pet name that had your eyes averting in an obvious sign of endearment.

“How’s college? I hope you’ve not been missing me too much?” his mouth twitched into a smirk as your eyes flicked to the floor to try and hide your reaction just as he had anticipated.

Swallowing to try and moisten your parched mouth, you sheepishly smiled at his obvious joke, looking up through your lashes in his direction as you tucked your chin into your chest.

“It’s um, it’s going great. I’m really enjoying it. I’m glad it’s not too far away.” Your voice was light and timid as you spoke, now feeling confident enough to watch his reactions. Lee nodded slowly, his expressions neutral but also interested in what you had to say as he locked his fingers together and rested them on his soft stomach.

“You didn’t answer my other question”, he noted, his tone lowering as his head tilted to the side.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat in your chest as you had to look away from his gaze, losing any confidence you had developed. Rubbing your nimble fingers along the hem of your dress by your knees, you casually mumbled, “Yes, I’ve missed you”.

If you’d looked up, you would have seen the shit-eating, knowing grin that now decorated the Sherffi’s face. He loved nothing more than seeing you squirm.

Sitting forward until he was resting his elbows on his desk, he continued to see how far this could go, mainly because Lee missed you, and he needed to be close to his sweet girl. “That’s what I like to hear”, he continued, “Now I’ve heard a lot of rumours of what kids these days get up to whilst at College; you haven’t been getting into any trouble over there, have you?”

Your breath hitched, eyes unblinking with fear. “No”, your lower lip trembled slightly, “I’ve been good”. This was the truth; you hadn’t been in any trouble for the most part, but your most significant failure was that you were easily coerced into things because of your fear of being left out.

Lee’s eyes squinted to show his disbelief, noticing how your body stiffened. “Are you sure about that? So you’ve not been to any party’s?”

Staring a hole into the carpet, you tried to think of a lie or simply say no and have him believe you, but it wasn’t in your personality to lie. “I’ve only been to one, but nothing bad happened”, your voice was hardly audible to the Sherrif as you explained.

“So, you’re telling me nothing bad happened at a college party?” he leaned back in his seat, “You must think I’m stupid or something, Sweetheart”.

Your eyes widened as your head snapped up to him, fingers clenching the dress painfully, “No! I don’t think you’re stupid at all, Sherrif! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that”.

Lee looked away disappointed, and you panicked further, worried that he would tell your father, whom you’d promised to stay out of trouble and not go to parties or hangouts. Waiting with bated breath for him to respond, you watched as he began to think of question after question to find out more, and you had to answer, even if you didn’t want to.

“Who do you go with to these illegal parties?” Lee asked with a raised eyebrow, his hands forming into fists on the desk.

Hating the way he added more manipulation and gaslighting by describing these parties as illegal, you answered, “Friends”.

“Friends, huh? Girlfriends or boyfriends?”

The apples of your cheeks warmed as you looked away once more, “Just friends”.

“So boyfriends”, he deducted from your reaction. “Should I be worried about these boys?”

This question confused you, trying to understand why he should be worried about your male friends.

“Um, only one friend of mine is a boy. He’s called Callum; he’s nice, but then there’s Amy and Chantelle-”

“Callum? Bet he’s only been treating you nicely because he wants one thing: you know all boys that age think the same way, " Lee interrupted your list of friends.

“No, not  Callum, he’s only ever been a gentleman to me”.

“Has he kissed you?”

Lee’s question caught you off guard, and once more, you were looking away, body warming but through embarrassment this time as you tried to hide your obvious answer that yes, you and Callum had kissed. The Sherrif tutted at your reaction and slowly stood up from his chair, walking around his desk until he was in front of you, his thick fingers pushing against your chin, forcing your face to look back up at him.

“You know, kissing leads to sinful things; it's not proper to do it with some random nobodies”.

“He’s not a nobody, and it was only once. We haven’t done anything else, I promise, Sherrif.” Your body was beginning to tremble with fear.

“Ah, but even once is not right, especially with those lot in College. I’d hate to think of his dirty hands all over my Sweet Angel. You aren’t meant to be touched by anyone else”, he murmured the last part more to himself as the pad of his thumb grazed over the tip of your chin.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his piercing gaze, the blues of his iris’ looking so deep they almost appeared black. “I’m so sorry, Sherrif, please don’t tell anyone, especially my Daddy, I’m a good girl, I promise”.

As Lee’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, he said, “MY good girl”.

Everything seemed to freeze: your heart, your breaths, the world outside the police station as you wondered, “What?”

Lee lowered his top half, bending over until you could smell the cheap aftershave that he wore and the hint of leather from his jacket that hung on the back of his office chair. “I said, you’re MY good girl, aren’t you?”

Before you could answer, his lips pressed against yours for a couple of seconds before he stood back up, his fingers still holding your chin in place. Your heart resumed beating, but only because it now pounded so loudly in your ears that you were sure he could hear.

“I… I thought you said kissing was sinful” was your only response to his touch. Fixing on that one fact rather than the wrong things like the fact that he was married, the sheriff, your 'father's boss, your father'ss friend and significantly older than you. No, none of those concerns alarmed your conscience because that selfish part of you was reeling with the fact that you were actually living something you’d daydreamed for so long, even though it was thoroughly wrong.

“I’m the Sheriff; nothing I do is sinful, Sweetheart. I’ve paid for my sins, and don’t you remember? You’re my Sweet Pea, aren’t you? You always have been, and always will be”.

For some reason, the possessiveness seemed to remind you of who you were talking to as you stood, moving out of his touch and stepping away, putting some space between the two of you.

“You’re married”, you stated, trying to sound confident to remind him of his promise to his wife, but your voice wobbled.

Lee’s shoulders rolled back as he stepped closer. Instinctively, you stepped back until you were flush against the wall, his arm resting next to your head. “Yeah, I’m married, but my wife does worse. I’ve done enough good deeds for ten lifetimes. I deserve to enjoy something once in a whilst, and there’s nothing I want to do more than enjoy you”.

“I’ll tell my Daddy” you try and threaten him even though you’d been desperate not to have your father be involved in any sort of way, but once more, you were just trying to hold onto that last little string of hope before you sinned.

“What’s this?” Lee asked as he pointed to the star on his shirt.

“Your sheriff badge”.

“Exactly. Sheriffs have more authority than the deputies, isn’t that right, Sugar? In fact, I could arrest your Daddy for whatever I liked, and no one could stop me”.

His dominance and threats were only doing the opposite as his words sparked out the little angel on your shoulder telling you to do the right thing and walk away because, in reality, you wanted to stay. Your silence is answer enough for him as he continues to lean over you.

“Do I make myself clear?” You nod, pressing your lips together as he leans closer, eyes travelling over your body before he decides he wasn't waiting anymore and kisses you again. This was more to show his clear sign of dominance as it was hard, almost hurting with the force as his body pushed yours into the wall.

“Tell me to stop, go one, say the wards, and I’ll drop you home”, he mumbled against your lips, trying to hold back some kind of restraint, but the two of you both knew it was too late as you didn’t tell him to stop.

“Did that boy ever touch you?” he asked, pulling back so that he could see the shake of your head; no, you were still a virgin. Lee looked relieved, “Good, now get on my desk”.

You moved numbly across the room, half in shock and excitement as he moved a few items to give you space to sit on the edge. Lee moved your knees further apart so he could fit his body between yours. Everything was happening so quickly. Your surroundings felt fuzzy and disorientating, hardly being able to get your bearings before the sheriff was on his knees, pushing your skirt up until he's staring at your plain white panties.

Realisation dawned on you then as to what exactly was happening. It wasn’t just a kiss, and he was expecting things that weren’t supposed to be done by unmarried people. You knew what sex was from people talking in College, but you were still a virgin and highly uneducated on the matter, having not even touched yourself yet.

Again, you were internally battling with yourself to push him away, these touches were supposed to be done by your husband, but there was also no one else you trusted more than the Sheriff, even if he was manipulative.

You didn’t stop him as he pulled the edge of your panty aside to stare at your pussy, something that was utterly vulnerable and erotic at the same time. Especially as he released a deep moan that caused his warm breath to wisp across your delicate labia, cooling the moisture that had formed there from just being in the same room as him.

Lee’s tongue pressed against this area, applying enough pressure that he slipped beneath and found the source of the juices. You cringed at the new feeling, not sure how to react, but he held you to the desk by wrapping his big hands around your thighs and hips.

He circled your cunt with the tip of his tongue, teasing the skin and feeling you clench around him, reacting to the touches and then deciding he was done playing. He didn’t penetrate, instead, he was pushing towards your clit, sucking on it harshly and savouring the screaming moan that you couldn’t hold back, your hips jerking wildly to escape the overwhelming feeling, but he held you firmly.

As if on instinct, your hands tried to grip his hair for support, but it was short enough that your fingers just slipped through, so instead, you held onto the edge of the desk until your fingers ached.

Lee’s grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he continued to stimulate your bundle of nerves, sucking on it in bursts, sending firey tingles through your abdomen and tips of your thighs. It was hard to explain the feeling of being pleasured and touched in this way, especially by someone who definitely should not have their face pressed between your thighs, but the more he did it, the more you could feel yourself relaxing and allowing him to continue.

The Sheriff ate like a starved man, immediately addicted to your sweet taste, even moving away for a second to compliment, “You taste so much better than her”, he grunted, referring to his wife.

This caused a pathetic whine to come from you as he began to lick repeatedly against your clit, which was when something began to change. It was like your body was tightening, as if something was wrong.

“Wait, Sheriff stop, something is wrong, I.. I can feel something happening to me” he smirked against your pussy, knowing precisely what was happening, but to please you, he pulled away and thrilled at the sound of your whimpers as the feeling faded and realised you shouldn’t have asked him to stop.

However, this was Lee’s plan, to have you right on the edge before moving further. Looking up at you whilst still on his knees, he raised one of his hands to your mouth and offered you his middle finger, ordering you to “Suck”.

You did, finding the motion embarrassing and degrading but making sure to thoroughly suck and wet the digit before he pulled it out.

“This might feel uncomfortable, but I promise, I’ll make you feel good”, Lee explained to your confusion. However, you didn’t care as his face returned to mush into your sensitive area, gently lapping against your clit, circling it until it was throbbing and aching once more. Then you were greeted with intense pressure from your hole as he began to push his middle finger in.

You’d never been touched there, even by yourself,, so even his one finger was a stretch, but then your whole body was tensing as he seemed to reach a barricade just as he reached his first knuckle.

Lee didn’t stop and pushed through your formed hymen, snapping the thin piece of skin, which caused a sharp stabbing pain to spike through your cunt soon eased to an ache either way, it caused you to scream out and try and pull away. He continued to pleasure your clit, which helped with the pain to ease, and thankfully, he didn’t move his thick finger, just simply kept it inside of you, getting used to its size, but that was enough stimulation to have that tightening feeling to return to your body.

With his one hand, he held you down firmly, listening and watching your reactions as he began to pulse his sucks against your clit until he knew you were on the edge.

For a moment, you contemplated just what was going on; here you were, in the Sheriff’s office, sitting on his desk, looking at a picture of his wife on the wall, ignoring your father’s office just outside of his door as his best friend made you orgasm for the very first time. It was intense and caused your body to flush with heat and tremble as your pussy walls contracted around his finger, the area already sensitive from the recent hymen break, but he didn’t stop until your cries of pleasure turned to exhausted gasps of air.

Your eyes were half-lidded as you continued to shake, sure that your legs were weak and could not support your weight right now. Instead, you watched the Sheriff stand, wiping his middle finger which had streaks of fresh red blood on, onto his black work trousers, but you were too much in a blissful state to truly understand what had happened.

Lee’s chin gleamed from your juices as he licked his lips, standing over you again and asking, “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you”, you said without a moment's hesitation.

He gave a satisfying nod, “That’s right, and this isn’t going to be the last time we’re alone, do you understand? Now I’ve had a taste of you, I don’t want to stop”.

Shivering at his declaration, your panties were repositioned back to normal, be it a bit more uncomfortable now due to the concoction of fluids that now seeped onto them. Lee held his hand out for you to take, helping to stand on unstable legs as he then gathered his coat from the back of his chair, planning to take you home. There was a small part of you that was sad that he hadn’t decided to take your virginity completely but as you stared at the picture of his wife on the wall, anxiety began to creep into you soul at the mess you’d just managed to get yourself into.

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🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - being the sheriff was tough, but lee had found something to relax him and that thing was at the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, oral sex, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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

Lee parks his car, tipping his hat at the people that pass before he enters The Strawberry Shack, he had become a regular in this place, enjoying that there were women always at his service. Lee nods at the woman at the front desk, heading straight for a certain door and making his way inside. There you were, he had been itching to feel your lips wrapped around his cock again. 

“Hiya, suga’. I’ve missed your lips so much, you miss my cock?” He stands in front of your hole, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull out his throbbing member. 

“Of course I did, I missed feeling your cock heavy on my tongue, I missed sucking you off until you cum down my throat. I miss your taste.” Your sultry voice causes Lee’s cock to twitch, your words music to his ears. “Are you going to let me have a taste?” You moan, licking your lips as you watch him stroke his thick girthy member through the hole. 

“Shit, suga’. Making me throb over here. You gonna be a good girl if I let you have a taste?” Lee groans, squeezing his tip before stroking his cock again. 

You whine. “Only for you.” Lee slides his cock through the hole, and you immediately launch forward and wrap your lips around him, sucking on his tip before sliding down and choking on his cock. Your tongue swirls around, flicking underneath and tracing the prominent veins. Drool seeps from the sides of your mouth as you continue to choke and gag on him, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, suga’. Best fucking head I’ve ever received.” His hands rest on his hips, fucking your mouth through the hole. Lee keeps his back straightened even though the feel of your mouth on him makes him want to crumble. His nostrils flare as he holds back his groans, feeling pleasure ripple through him.

You moan around him, sucking him harder, your head bobs up and down. You can feel him twitch on your tongue, enjoying that you can bring a man so dominant down with just your mouth. You move up to his tip, paying special attention to it. Sucking and swirling your tongue around it before you flick underneath causing him to buck his hips, accidentally letting a grunt slip. 

“Fucking hell, suga’. Keep that up and I’ll cum.” With a new thirst for his cum, you continue your movements but faster and harder, working like a whore to get his cream out. Lee’s eyes roll back, and he quickly rests his palms on the wall for support as you suck his cock like a vacuum. His cock begins to twitch like crazy, balls tightening before a large amount of cum spurts out of his tip, coating your gorgeous mouth. 

You swallow, lapping up every bit of his cream before you gently pull off with a pop. You watch him pull out and tuck himself back into his pants, a smirk resting on your lips. 

“Thanks, suga’. Make sure you’re ready for me tonight. Gonna need that sweet cunt.” And with that, Lee saunters off.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Lesson » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee teaches the reader a lesson.

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

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

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

Header credit goes to @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out of the car.” He demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

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

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

“Mhmm!” You moaned around his cock.

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

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

“Good girl. Stand up.” He ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so big!” You gasped.

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

Lee gripped your hips and began thrusting.

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

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

“Oh my god! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course you do.” He chuckles.

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

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

“Yes, darlin’?” Lee says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

-Bucky’s Doll

#sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #the devil all the time #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker imagine

[thornsnvultures]

pride

lee bodecker x wife!reader

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, p in v sex, creampie, lee being a neglectful husband at first, 640 w

a/n: something short and sweet for @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event. I missed writing for Lee and wanted to write a smutty little fluff piece for him 🖤

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"I'm the luckiest man on earth."

At first you weren't sure that you heard him right. Lee didn't talk much when he was fucking you, at least not lately. For a while he would just get his rocks off and roll off you, immediately falling asleep while you laid there and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

God only knows how long it's been since Lee talked to you sweet at all. But it happened in every marriage, the eventual slough off into the mundane, right? No more flowers or date nights. No more Lee taking his sweet time with your body like he used to. You almost didn't want to jinx it by asking him to repeat himself, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast that brought the old Lee back to you.

But he broke it for you.

"You know why I'm lucky, sweetheart?" His big hand brushes your cheek, turning your head on your pillow so he could see your face. His hips had stilled as he looked at you, those bright blue eyes roaming your face. He was waiting for you to answer.

"W-why?"

Lee leans over you, draping his big body across your back, his belly pushing into the dip of your arched spine, and kisses your cheek. The angle pushes his cock into your inner walls and you gasp, squeezing a groan out of your man.

"Cause I got a pretty little thing like you in my bed, that's why."

"Oh, Lee."

Your husband presses more kisses along your jaw as he grinds his cock into that same spot. You're on fire, your insides lighting up like a fire doused in gasoline.

"M'sorry I haven't been takin' care of you like I should, darlin'. Not when you take such good care of me." Lee's words whispered in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

"It's alright-"

"It's not-," Lee growls, shooting up straight and drawing his cock out almost all the way only to slam it back in with a harsh slap that makes your teeth rattle in your head. "It's not alright."

Lee grabs your hips, gripping your soft flesh as he pounds into you.

"You're my wife," he growls again as his hips set a punishing pace. You can barely breathe, gasping and whining as you scramble for purchase on soft sheets so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. "My perfect, sweet little wife. With the sweetest little pussy I've ever known." He punctuates nearly every word with a thrust of his hips, his cock bullying your tight walls in the most delicious way.

"I couldn't be any more proud of you, darlin'," he says as he drops to a hand by your head so he can reach under you, reach that aching bud that'll push you over the edge, the one he's ignored for way too long. "Couldn't be any more proud to call you my wife."

Lee's thick fingers circle your clit and within seconds you're crumbling, crying out and shaking to pieces as you come around his cock. Moments later Lee's right there with you, shouting into the nape of your neck as his balls empty, filling you near to burst with his sticky cum.

"I'm sorry I haven't been treatin' you right, darlin'," Lee tells you again when he comes back to bed later with a warm, wet washcloth. "Been so busy at the station and I got the election coming up," Lee sighs and shakes his head. "But I won't let it happen any more."

"You mean it, Lee?"

Once you're clean he wraps you up in his arms, his big hands rubbing your back as you settle into his chest.

"I said it once and I'll say it again," Lee smiles, "I do. Cause you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."

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🖤

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x fem!reader #lee bodecker x wife!reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker fluff #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker fanfic #lee bodecker fan fiction #lee bodecker headcanon #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker drabble #lee bodecker imagine #nickfowlerrr's writing event #the seven writing event #my fics

[buckrecs]

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

Sweet On You by @ladyfallonavenger

A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.

Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger

“What’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss?”

something sweet by @laineywilsons

your first halloween as the sheriff’s wife doesn’t quite go as planned.

a different kind of angel by @laineywilsons

a chance meeting on a knockemstiff back road changes lee’s life forever. 

babydoll by @bellasburdens

go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck

You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.

Sweetheart by @likeahorribledream

Lee takes you out to celebrate, but he quickly notices that something is bothering you.

Drabble by @sweeterthanthis

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

Pearl Necklace by @mypoisonedvine

your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

In Through The Window by @disturbedbydesign

You and Lee had always dreamed of starting a family, and when you finally gave birth to your first child, you thought your dream had become a reality. But then something changed—your baby changed—and your dream turned into a nightmare that only you could see.

Meant Something by @mickeyhenrys

“of course it meant something!” 

coping mechanism by @lokiskitten

you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.

Goodbye, Earl by @disturbedbydesign

You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.

You can be my daddy tonight by @bucknastysbabe

If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.

Mix Every (Baking) Failure with Chocolate by @acatwriteshere

Reader is trying her very best to make her first Valentine's Day as a married woman the very best any husband could wish for. How sad that she fails at preparing the main surprise.

dinner and a treat by @nickfowlerrr

girls like you don’t need heaven by @noceurous

the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset

SERIES

just between you and me, did the love affair maim you too? by @extremelyblackandwhite

sheriff and his princess by @sweetdreamsbuck

Anything by @littlelioncub43

It’s Day I of your birthday week, and you decide to kick things off with a little celebration dance. Lee, of course, isn’t complaining about it. After all, whatever you want, you get. 

Domestic!Lee by @tumblin-theworldaway

Got Any Candy? by @qyllenhaal

Y/n wants to get out of town and move to the city, but the pay she's making at her job isn't cutting it. She answers a weird ad in the classified ads that doesn't turn out to be what it seemed.

+ Down By The River

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker series #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker fluff #lee bodecker angst #dark!lee bodecker #husband!​lee bodecker #lee bodecker x wife!reader #lee bodecker x innocent!reader

[sagechanoafterdark]

To Love and To Hold

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Sheriff Lee Bodecker has a perfect life and you are his perfect wife. With his eyes on higher political aspirations, he won't let anything stand in his way. And neither will you.

Word Count: 2,161

Warnings: canon violence, hinted at sexual assault, murder, sexual themes, a little bit of cock warming at the end

A/N: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now. It's a one-shot fic and the first time I've written for Lee Bodecker. It's also an entry for @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms ongoing Make It Badass Challenge. We all know I love a strong female reader. Hope you guys love it too. Thank you so much to @iwantutobehapppier for looking it over and the confidence boost and all the fellow Hodeckers for the inspiration along the way.

The night was dragging by. Sitting in his cruiser outside the bar, Lee watched with a sharpened gaze as a group of boys sauntered out the front door. Hooting and hollering as they stumbled into the cool June air, the trio shit-faced as they stumbled towards the waiting car.

With his window cracked he could faintly hear the sound of a woman's voice, the driver, greeting one of the three. “Hey baby,” the man replied leaning heavily on the roof. “Thanks for coming to pick us up. Bodecker’s been sitting cross the street all damn ni-”

Lee tisked as the rest of his commentary was cut off, shifting in his cruiser. Mouthy little shit. As if he wanted to be here, sitting outside in a cold June rain waiting to pop a DUI. Maybe get a little puke on his shoes? As if this was his dream night.

Soon enough he’d be wearing that monkey suit, waving at constituents; maybe holding a couple of babies and making some promises he couldn’t keep. At least he could have you by his side for that. He’d set his sights small, make a run for state representative. Get a taste of real politics and see if it stuck.

As a matter of fact, he was damn sure his little dream would have never gotten off the ground if it hadn’t been for you. You, his darling and doting wife. You’d become a shining star in the community, running his campaign, talking to all the right people, steering him with all the mastery of a Capitan steering a ship.

The only reason he was up in the poles was because of you.

Sighing he rubbed a hand over his face, the day's stubble scraping over his fingers. He’d have to shave before tomorrow's planned speech and meet and greet. Though he was pretty sure you’d love the stubble the moment he walked in the door after his shift tonight.

Sometimes it felt just like yesterday when he’d first met you. Fresh-faced out of the academy and wearing the uniform felt good, the fit had been right back then. Of course, that was before he’d gotten a taste for the pies at Flo’s and before you’d simultaneously stole his soul and cut him to ribbons with that silver tongue of yours.

Sure people gave him a hard time for mooning over a woman who wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But that’s why he loved you even more. You knew he could be more and believed in him more than anyone.

Fuck, Lee loved you more than anything.

The radio in his car crackled to life, “Base, calling Car Twelve-Twenty-three.”

Picking up the mic from the hold on the dash Lee held down the button, “Twelve-Twenty-three, go ahead.”

“Sheriff you’re wife called just now,” came the overly bored voice of his night dispatcher, Roz.

A grin pulled at Lee's lips as he pressed the button on the walkie again, “And what did the Missus have to say?”

The radio crackled again before Roz’s voice came back, “Said, “The pot roast is getting cold and that you better hurry home if you want any.”

Pot roast? It’s not Sunday. You don't cook…

Lee's blood ran cold, blue eyes widened as the private code between you set off warning bells in his head. With a trembling hand, he pressed down on the CB once more. “Looks like I should be heading home then,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice even. “Twelve-Twenty-three signing out.”

“Have a good night Sheriff,” Roz echoed over the radio.

Starting up his cruiser Lee tore out of the gravel driveway. Kicking up rocks as he joined the pavement, tires screeching as he sped towards home. The leather squeaked under his iron-fisted grip as he turned corners and passed houses in a blur. 

The cruiser came to a screeching halt a the end of the driveway, Lee's feet hit the pavement as the vehicle jerked into park. He drew his gun the moment he exited, pulling back the hammer on the pistol and ready. Taking the front porch steps two at a time his keen eye-catching the pitcher of lemonade and glass with your lipstick still on the rim in the darkness.

Something was wrong.

Entering the house Lee was careful. Putting enough pressure on the squeaky door hinge he’d not gotten around to fixing and dodging the floor creaks in the old home. Dipping through the dark living room and down the hall towards the bright kitchen. It was deathly quiet and his heart beat wildly against his ribs as he drew in a breath before ducking around the corner.

Pistol pointed at the man he vaguely recognized seated at your kitchen table.

Lee slowly realized the horror of what he’d walked into.

The man sat slumped in the chair at the dining table was Samuel Kent, a reporter for the downstate paper who he’d had the displeasure of meeting in person two days ago. His blue leisure suit was rumpled and now stained crimson as blood slowly oozed from the gaping gash on his neck. Dark eyes glazed over and horn-rimmed glasses askew on his face, blood dripped from his parted and gasping lips.

Holstering his weapon Lee’s shoes skirted the pool of blood forming off the pristine white lace table cloth as he looked at you. Still as a statue sitting across from the corpse.

Your crystal clear eyes staring, unblinking, at the man opposite. Clutched in your hand was the sandwich knife, the tip glimmering with blood as you sat frozen over the fine china tea set. “Kitten,” Lee tested, voice gentile but strained as he slowly approached you. “Kitty, what happened?”

You were still. Unblinking and unable to look away from the whey-faced man, “He was going to talk.” The harsh whisper fell from your lips as tears began to fill your crystal-clear eyes. “He was going to expose us. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let him muddy our name. Not now.”

“Kitty,” he asked again, his breath catching the moment your eyes flicked over to him with a coldness he recognized. “Tell me what happened.”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, your sorrow and shock-filled eyes drifting back to Kent before hardening again. Lee felt a stone sinking in his stomach with that look.

“He knew about the Williams boys,” the words whispered from your lips, so quiet in the silence of the kitchen Lee was unsure he’d even heard you. “Said he was going to expose you for covering up what happened to them. That it wasn’t a wild animal. That he had enough to prove that you covered it up when you were a deputy still. That there might have been others who disappeared around town. He was going to tell everyone.”

The Williams boys.

Lee should have known the spector of those three men would appear in your lives again. It had been like this then too. The blood. The carnage. He can still remember you standing holding the knife in your hand. Dress tore your lip fat and cut open with that sinister gleeful smile spreading on your perfect lips.

Perfect lips he’d fallen in love with.

Swallowing hard, Lee crouched beside you. His knees hit the linoleum floor before reaching up and swiping away the few tears that managed to fall. Inwardly cursing himself for not taking action sooner. Like the fool, he was he’d thought that there would be time to handle this. 

“I’m so sorry Kitten,” he comforted, before recalling the bristling conversation he’d had with the man two days ago.

Kent sat in his office, a smug grin on his face and a cocky tilt to his head. “I wonder how Mrs. Bodecker would react to that kind of news,” he smirked, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses further up his nose. “Knowing her husband is nothing more than a dirty cop and a dirty politician.”

That struck an immediate chord with him, “Stay the hell away from my wife!”

Spittle flew from Lee's mouth as he stood from his desk, the office nowhere near soundproof as his secretary looked up from her paperwork to the red-faced sheriff.

Samuel Kent still looked as cool and composed as ever, a sly smile forming on his lips as he dusted off his pants before standing. “Well, now that’s not quite the reaction I was expecting. You’ll be hearing from me again Sheriff.”

“I mean it Kent,” Lee warned, his expression menacing as the man left his office. “Stay away from my wife.”

Looking up into your glistening eyes, Lee tried his best to comfort you. “I warned him, Kitty. I really did.”

Swallowing hard his gaze drifted over to your hand still clutching the bloody knife, wrapping his fingers around yours before the knife clattered to the table. With a broken sob, you fell into his arms and cried, burying your face into his neck as he began soothing you with soft whispers.

His focus was solely on getting you out of this, he’d done it before. Comforted you after the Williams boys. After that drifter, Harold Britt came to town and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then the farmer Samuel Holster disappeared after pinching you in the diner one too many times and you’d come to him covered with blood and dirt. 

Lee had done this many times before. Sat on his knees before you, giving you the comfort you needed. Soothing your fragmented soul and frayed nerves with his own stained and blackened heart.

“Lee,” you whispered wetly against his ear after your crying had slowed. Your tongue licked over the shell, teeth catching the lobe as a groan caught in his throat. He could feel your hand slipping down over his tummy and cupping his already hard cock through his pants.

“Kitty,” he rumbled, stubble scraping against your cheek before your lips caught his in a sloppy and messy kiss.

Your tongue thrust into his mouth just as your body surged against his and Lee returned it in full force. Tasting your lipstick and the tang of the rose tea you only served to guests you hated, his hand slipped up to your cheek. Trying in vain to wrestle control back as your mouth plundered his. Tongue stroking, biting at his lips one second before pressing a sweet as sin kiss against him.

Breath fanning over his face you whimpered, “Help me. Please, Sheriff.”

“Yeah,” he agreed against your mouth with a grunt. “I’ll help you, Kitty.”

His dick was rock hard and the way you were grinding on his hips made his knees ache against the floor, but he didn’t care. His large warm hands slid up over your back as he laid you down onto the spotless kitchen floor, pushing away the chair you’d been sitting in with a squeak.

Shedding his jacket and loosening his tie, Lee's blue eyes looked down on you as your fingers began unsnapping the buttons on your dress. Exposing your breasts, nestled perfectly in the lace trim bra. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, ready to bury his face into your cleavage as his own hands started fumbling with the belt and zip on his slacks.

Freeing his cock the head leaked against the soft floral print of your dress before his hands slipped up your bare thighs. Fingers warm and caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before pulling them off along with your shoes, one hand gripped your calf, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle before you wrapped it around his waist.

Lee was absolutely gone for you.

The way you’d sigh as he gripped his fat cock in one hand, rubbing the head against your damp pussy before raising your hips for him. Eagar to take him, Lee licked his fingers briefly before pressing the spit-soaked digits against you earning a soft moan. Slipping and sliding against your entrance he drew a shuddering breath as he pressed forward at the same time.

A moan rattled out of your lungs as Lee covered your body with his own, one hand on your hip to hold you still as he loomed over you braced on his forearm. Kissing you deeply, tongue stroking against yours as your arms pulled him in. 

“No more Pepsi cups,” you whispered against his lips.

The sure baritone in your voice made Lee's dick jump inside of you. Looking down into your eyes you looked vulnerable, innocent, and naive when you were anything but. There was a reason that he’d helped you cover up the Williams boys and all the others. It was the same reason he’d help you cover up this one too.

“No more Pepsi cups,” he vowed, thrusting into you roughly on the kitchen floor as a deep moan spilled from your lips.

Lee loved you more than he did himself.

#lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #Lee Bodecker/reader #Lee Bodecker/female reader #lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #sebastian stan characters #sheriff lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker x dark!reader #dark!lee bodecker x reader #dark!reader #dark!reader x lee bodecker #lee bodecker imagine #lee bodecker fic #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker drabble #the devil all the time

[babyjakes]

no use fightin'.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | breeding kink

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

pairing | dark!lee bodecker x reader

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

word count | 1,028

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dadplease kinktober 2021 #eun's writing #kinktober #no use fightin' #lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #the devil all the time #the devil all the time fanfiction #lee bodecker fanfiction #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker imagine #lee bodecker blurb #lee bodecker drabble #lee bodecker headcanon

[stuckybarton]

Day X: Night Out

Summary: Lee giving you a night to your self with friends was a rare instance that you make the most out of on any given day, but being caught over speeding wasn't part of that plan. But it was in Lee's plan to punish you because of it. Words: 2,186 Warning: Dub Con. Fingering. Forced Orgasms. Hair Pulling. Soft Dark! Lee Bodecker. Characters: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Female!Reader Prompts: Uniform Kink. A/N: Yeah. things happen in life and the backlog would be posted when I have the free time. Lol. Welp, enjoy.

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Knockemstiff was a shit hole that gave you but three reasons to remain in the hell hole of Ohio. Your family and friends, the decent business you've made for yourself selling baked goods, and the fact that you were married to the town's Sheriff, Lee Bodecker. The pros and cons of being married to him always weighed on you on a day to day basis, how you wouldn't even leave the house without the townsfolk getting wrong ideas about you and your marriage to the man.

So you'd be utterly surprised that he gave you the night to yourself after winning the election to spend time with your friends.

"Gotta make my night rounds anyways." Had been your husband's explanation for allowing you out for the night. But you knew better, he wasn't as clean as he let anyone else believe him to be. There was nothing clean about his under the table work and you will always turn a blind eye on it for as long as he doesn't bring it into your home nor would he try to cheat on you with any of the whore at the bar (not that he would, with how fixated he was of you).

"Sure I'm allowed out to the bar tonight with Darla and Patty?" You inquire again wanting to be sure that this wasn't another one of his tricks to try and punish you.

"As long as you don't break any of them rules, Honey. You can go to town for all I care." He teased, hands cupping your cheeks. "Follow the town's rules and no gets to touch you, okay?"

You smiled, relishing this softer side of your husband. You craved it, almost. It was a side no one else but you could see.

"Okay." You smiled, going on your tiptoes to kiss him softly against his pouty lips. No longer could you taste the alcohol in him as you once find yourself doing, he was cutting off as much when he comes home to you and you appreciate the small gesture. Your hands find their way towards the belt loop of his pants, pulling him closer to you and earning a dangerous growl from him in the process.

"Don't." He warned.

"I'm not doing anything." You smirked pecking his lips again, hands sliding up towards his soft stomach before settling on his chest. Heart beating profusely against your hands. "Unless there's anything you'd want from me, Sheriff?" You teased him.

Before your husband could take you up on your offer, the sound of the car honking had interupted the both of you. Peaking through the window, you smiled at the sight of Darla and Patty already waiting by the car they had with them. Turning back to your husband, the disapproving frown already rested on his lips because of your best friends antics of repeatedly honking on the horn just to get you to finally come out.

"Don't make me regret letting go with those hooligans." He pleads now.

"Sheriff Bodecker," You feigned offense, "that is no way to call ladies."

"There is nothing ladylike about those two." He quipped right back accepting the gentle slap on the chest from you--but you know he was right. "Be careful, those two mean trouble and I don't want you to be apart of that trouble too."

"I promise I'll be good." You reassured him for the nth time.

"Good girl." He smirked kissing you on the forehead and letting you head out for the night

~

"My husband is going kill me." Those had been the words you had muttered the moment you had stopped the car and the far too familiar blue and red lights kept flashing from behind you.

You three had had a swell time together, Darla and Patty buttering up numerous patrons at the bar for free drinks--while you just got them for free because of your husband. No one would like to get on your bad side without facing your husband's wrath. So you had your fun, minimizing the number of shots you've had, you made sure you were sober enough to be able to drive and hopefully drive your already knocked out friends back in their shared apartment.

But things just don't go as planned.

Keeping a straight face, you waited for whoever was in the patrol car to make their way towards you. From the sidemirror, a momentary sigh of relief had lingered into your body knowing it was your husband before you fully sobered up and realized it was your husband that caught you instead of his deputies. They were easy to butter up with sweet words or underlying threats, but to have Sheriff Lee Bodecker himself catch you, that was hell.

"Had a fun night, Mrs. Bodecker?" The stoic inquiry sent a shiver down your spine.

The anger your husband had was unfathomable to say the least, he could have his outburst or his sass, but nothing was more dangerous that the silent anger brewing deep in his core. It would explode--it always explodes when it comes to him, but at times it would be towards you, spanking or angry sex were his favorite method. But what was scarier was how he addressed you.

"It doesn't happen quite often so we make the most of." You explained turning to take a good look at him from the window. He showed no emotion, his face laid passive as he looked down at you.

"Do you know why I stopped you, Mrs. Bodecker?"

"I don't believe I do." Playing the innocent card will do you no good, but there was no other way for you to do in the moment.

"You were hitting a sixty in a fifty speed limit." He explained as calmly. "I'm afraid I need to write you a ticket and take your license."

"Lee." You began but halted by the glare that now lingered in your husband's face. How his hat further darken his features in the darkness of the night.

"Rules are rules, Mrs. Bodecker. I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."

Watching his hands now settle on his waist, you had no other choice but to relent, stepping out of the car, you stood a foot shorter in front of the man. The man stood in his full height dauntingly overtowering you even in the heel you wore. He always had such an effect on you and from the start of your relationship it scared you to have him like this--but more and more you know better. It was just a matter of picking and choosing when it comes to him.

"I can smell the alcohol from where I'm standing Mrs. Bodecker."

"We've gone drinking, Sheriff." You quipped, tired with the games he was trying to play.

In one swift move, his hand had gripped your jaws, holding you in place. He loomed towards you, eyes burning blue as they settled directly at you. Your eyes moved down towards the back of the car, both Darla and Patty still passed out at the back of the car. Neither would be able to witness the crueler side of your husband.

"Smart talk me again and we'll see where it leads you."

It was not a warning but a promise of anything and everything he was capable of doing to you if you were not careful.

"Not here, Lee." You plead now, breaking what little resolve you still had in your system. You were far too tired, far too drunk to be playing this games with him anymore.

"Didn't have rules, Mrs. Bodecker?" He inquired again, nudging you back until you back was glued against the car door. "Remember the rules?"

"Follow the town rules and no one touches me." You repeated his words like a mantra. A decree of his own making and of your own demise.

"But the fuck did you do?" He barked now.

"I oversped and I was driving under the influence." You admit wincing as his hand now move towards you neck, not tight enough to cut your airway but just tight enough to have you feeling the blood pumping through you.

The static of the radio sounded and had you tense in front of your husband.

"Stay here"

Letting go of you, he swaggered back towards the car and responded to whoever was on the other line.

From the few stern words thrown you were certain another deputy would be making their way here--for reasons you were still uncertain of.

"Let's go." He orders and you were quick to make your way towards him--halting just a few steps away and turning back towards the car.

"What about the girls?" You asked, the worry of having them defenseless worried you more than your husband wrath at the moment.

"The newbies will take them home safe and sound."

You frowned doubt about the Deputies in his rank, they were pigs and it scared you more than it reassured you that they would be home safe and sound.

"Your friends, as much of a menace they could be, is still under my jurisdiction. They lay a hand on any of them, they answer to me and it will most likely be a bullet to the head. Understand?"

You nodded, not fully convince but as you followed your husband back into his patrol car, you couldn't help but wonder if you could be assured as much about leaving them like this.

~

"Ten!" You whimpered.

Lee Bodecker was a sick fucking man, but he was also a madly and irrevocable obsessed man for his wife. The sight of you on his knees, accepting every slap he made on your ass. It was beautiful, the redness that painted each cheek, the mess of what makeup still remained on your face, and the tears and spit that also came with his punishment. He loved you in this state, a state of his control. To mold you in whatever image he deems you to be. His wife, the perfect wife that every single men in this forsaken town lusted over and every single woman had envied.

"Learned your lesson yet, Mrs. Bodecker?" He inquired, patronizing you for all that it was worth.

"Yes, Sheriff."

He pulled you up until you were settled on top of his lap.  Your bare pussy already soaking his pants. A filthy sight, all his. He smiled at the discomfort painted plainly on your face. You will feel him and the lesson he has had you partake for a long while. He will make sure of it. His hands had now found their way against your neglected lips, prodding but never truly entering. Your hips moved following his finger like a thirsty man, the whimper growing louder on your lips.

Your hands now rested on his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life.

"You think you earned this?" He growled, shoving an index finger inside of you, miserably bring you to the first of many orgasms you were certain to have for the next few hours.

Which he did, with you on his lap, his fingers which you doubted to still function at this point continued on with their assault of your hole. Never once did he allowed you to touch him, you didn't deserve it but that was all you truly wanted from him. To touch him, to hold onto him as he still had his uniform on, how he was still the Sheriff of the town and not the man you had married all those years ago.

It was the power dynamic that you never truly took to account when you had married the man, but something you had grown to appreciate as time went by.  No longer did you truly need to be the strong and independent woman that always had to keep a straight face, in the confinements of your husband's mercy, you could be anything he wants you to be.

"Fuck me, Lee." You plead for him at this point.

"Did I say you could call me by my name?" He barked, his fingers cracking on and bringing you back into your release just as the last one had finished. Free hand had now held onto your hair, pulling until you exposed your neck to him. The  stinging ache on your scalp could never compared to the weeping need of your cunt for him. "Maybe you need another punishment, Mrs. Bodecker?"

"No, Sheriff." You sob closing your eyes as your husband's attention now focused on marking the column of your neck. Any other day, he kept clear of places where the general public could visibly see--but not tonight, it was part of your punishment after all. "I'll be good."

As the coil once again tighten, all you could do was watch helplessly the punishment your husband has set for you and the lesson that was forever ingrained in your mind from now on because of it.

"I'll be good." You gasped, shaking as your release flooded you, painting his fingers and his pants.

"I'll be good." You whispered as darkness consumed you.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Off the Beaten Track

For The Slumber Party Writer’s Warm-Up. I got:

Summary: Your taxi ride takes an unexpected turn (2.4k)

Character: Lee Bodecker

Warnings: noncon, past trauma, allusions to cheating.

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You drop your bag on the seat, sidling in after it and pulling the door shut. You recite your destination as you buckle your seat belt. The taxi smells of the stale air freshener dangling beneath the mirror and a hint of woodsy cologne. The drive greets you with the usual, “how are you?”

“Well, you?” Comes the typical knee jerk response. It’s not entirely true or false. Middling, you’d say, at best.

“Busy day,” he answers as he idles behind the next cab, a row of them crowding the airport lot.

“Yeah, must be around here,” you utter as you take out your phone, scrolling through you work email. A dozen missed on the plain.

“Vacation?” He asks as he leans on the gas lightly, puttering behind the slow roll.

“Not exactly,” you reply after a moment, agitated slightly. You don’t have time for a chat. Most drivers just turn up the radio and drive, “work trip.”

“Ah, one of those,” he comments.

You meet his eyes in the mirror. Vibrant. Intense. Not what you expect.

“What hotel did you say?” He drawls in his twangy accent, “sorry, so many around here.”

“The Hilltop.”

“Nice place. Probably the nicest in town.”

You nod and look back down on your phone. Your company covered travel and accommodation, you didn’t care if it was the most expensive place in the state. You weren’t going to do much more than sleep between meetings.

“How far out?” You ask as traffic remains congested.

“Rush hour, I reckon, could be an hour.”

“An hour?” You echo and open Teams. Maybe they can meet you at the hotel.

“Yeah, once we’re clear of downtown, though, should clear out.”

“Hmm,” you pick your lip and stare at your phone. Complaining won’t make him or anyone else move faster.

“So, work trip, huh? Far from home?”

You hide your frown and rest your phone against your leg, “yeah, bit out of the way.”

“How’s your husband feel about that? You travel a lot?”

You squint. You could tell him everything. Your husband is away just as much. You may as well toss the ring. As empty as your home.

“It’s work,” you say noncommittally.

“Yeah, yeah, gotta make money,” he puts on his blinker as you ignore his glance in the mirror. He sure is talkative. You’re too tired for the conversation, “sorry, ma’am, hope I’m not bothering. Drivin’ all day, guess I get a bit bored.”

“It’s fine,” your reassurance is more brusque than you intend. “Jetlag, that’s all.”

He says nothing and flips on the radio. You almost let out a sigh of relief. That’s your signal to zone out. You pick up your phone and check your messages. There’s a conference room at the hotel, you can meet there, Barber confirms. You agree and lower the screen, shutting your eyes as you clamp a yawn behind your lips.

Your flight was spent staring at a wall of text and lines in a spreadsheet. The letters and numbers are burned into your retinas. You rub your eyelids and open them, glancing around sleepily. You watch the meter climb and your eyes fall to the ID displayed beneath it; L. Bodecker. The picture is too small to make out more than the dark hair and those eyes, brilliant even in print.

“Tired?” He turns the volume down.

“A bit,” you affirm and lean your chin in your hand.

“I’ll keep this down, I don’t mind if ya nap. I’ll wake ya when we get to Hilltop.”

You look ahead, through the windshield. You can’t see much past his shoulder. You sigh. Traffic is like a wall.

“Thanks.”

You close your eyes with no intent of actually sleeping. You’ll get yourself together and go back to your emails. You have a millions things to catch up on for the conference. Another yawn crawls up your throat. Once more, you hold it back.

You sit back against the leather seat, the car moving slowly, the motion lulling you. Just another second and you’ll open your eyes. Your phone vibes with a message. You’ll answer that. One more second. Two. Three.

🚕

The soft crunch of gravel drifts into your consciousness as you slowly awaken. Fuck. You didn’t mean to fall asleep. You swallow a yawn as you open your eyes, startled at the sight of the dark sky. It’s night already. You look at the clock, 7:43pm. Shit, you’re late.

You sit up, the seatbelt straining across your front, and glance around. You don’t see much. Trees, shadows, endless bush.

“I thought you said an hour,” you breathe.

The driver scoffs and keeps his foot sunk on the pedal, steering through the narrow path. Your stomach sinks like and anvil. You undo your belt and slide forward on the seat.

“Sir, you’re supposed to take me to the hotel–”

“You ain’t got much manners, do you,” he sneers, “now you sit back, you’re gon’ hurt yourself.”

“Right, sir, I’m calling the cops.”

You feel around for your phone. It must’ve slipped as you slept. You search the seat and bend forward as you stretch your hand out onto the floor. He tuts and takes a deep breath.

“Won’t get no signal out here anyway, but it ain’t back there,” he chides, “now, you sit back.”

“Sir, what are you–”

He slams on the break and your head hits the seat, jarring your neck violently. You grunt and recoil.

“I warned ya,” he snarls as you sense him stirring around, “put this on. Now.”

He reaches back without turning. You see only a dark strip of fabric, curved at the bottom. You don’t move and he wiggles it gruffly.

“Trust me when I say, honey, you don’t want me to come back and put it on ya.”

“Sir, please, I don’t know— what do you want? You can keep my phone. I got a mac in my bag, worth 1k, even used. Take my wallet–”

“I don’t need your money,” he insists, “now take it and put it on like a good girl.”

You tremble and peer around again. The buzzing of crickets and unseen critter of night creatures surrounds the car. You can barely see the bark of the tree closest to you. You take the cloth and feel it, a string connecting it in a circle. A blindfold, you realise.

“I– I can’t see anything, why–”

“Put it on, honey,” he coaxes as he steers on, “and if you keep mouthing off, I’ll have to do something about that too.”

You swallow. You might have been a bit blunt, but you weren’t rude. You don’t understand what he’s doing or why. You lift the blindfold and slip it over your head, an unbidden whimper rising as you pull it over your eyes. The blackness is frightening.

“Sir,” your voice quavers as the tires mulch across the ground, “I’m sorry if– I said something but–”

“You northern folk all got that lip, I heard it all before,” he interrupts you, “but not all your women look so fine as you. Fine enough I can handle the sass.”

You shudder and cross your arms. You grit your teeth and still your quivering. Fucking redneck. Creep. You put your chin down and steady your breath. Men. A swell off rage underlines the dread. It’s like Mr. Hansen and his wandering hands. At least that got you a promotion.

“Now,” he draws to a stop, “I just need you to do everything I say. Can you do that for me, honey?”

You don’t speak. You exhale and grab the door, pulling the handle. It snaps back without budging. Locked. He snickers and clucks.

“Honey, honey, honey,” his fingers tap, “that’s not what I wanted you to do.”

You could sob, scream in frustration. Why was it so hard just to live? Just to do your goddamn job? If it wasn’t some perverted manager it was this southern loser.

The driver’s door opens and you peek out under the edge of the blindfold, tilting your head. You lay back and turn, pulling your feet up as he comes to the back door. You listen as he pulls the handle from the outside and you kick. He catches your ankles, your heels slipping off and he sits on the seat heavily.

He shoves your legs down and hauls you up by your elbow. He slams the door on his other side as he wraps a thick arm around your neck. He holds you close as his oaky scent tickles your nose. 

“I don’t wanna rush ya too much, let’s get to know each other first,” he brings his fingers up to pet your chin, a hint of alcohol laced in his breath, “I got a wife. She’s… a whore. She fucks everyone but me.”

You frown and try to wriggle free of his grasp. He’s strong. Very strong.

“I know, hard to believe, but you know women these days. They get a few compliments online and suddenly they got no fucking morals,” he snarls as he clutches your chin tightly, “what about you, your husband fuck you?”

You bite down. No words.

“When’s the last time, hm? If I had a thing like you at home, mmm, I would…” he trails his hand down past his arm and brushes the front of your jacket, slipping beneath to grope you through your blouse, “well, I’d do everything I’m about to do.”

His tone chills you. Your veins surge with ice and you hold your breath. You hide behind the black fabric, suddenly grateful for the barrier. You can’t help the visions of Mr. Hansen’s smirk, his hand on your ass as you walk him through your reports. The solid shape of his chest under your stomach as you grunt, soles slipping on the smooth office floor.

“Come on and lay back, honey,” he leans into you as he turns you to lay on the seat. “That’s it.”

You turn your face away as he lowers himself with you. His lips meet your cheek and he grabs your jaw to turn your head straight. “Now, I’m a gentleman, so long as you’re a lady.”

He presses his lips to yours. Your insides churn as his tongue glides along your mouth, poking inside. You growl and bite down. He retracts and yelps.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you–”

He grabs your chin again and pushes your head down against the leather. He lifts himself, his weight painfully resting on your jaw as he adjusts himself, lifting his knees around you. He sets them down between yours, crushing your legs until the part. Your skirt rides up as he shifts, rocking the car as he puffs out.

He shoves his other hand up your skirt. As he meets the front of your satin panties, you wince. He tisks as he rubs along the smooth fabric.

“Ah, you expecting me? Or someone else?”

Your chest rise as you jut your chin out. Your body vibrates. Just fucking do it.

He forces his hand under you and grasps the back of your panties. He tears them down so they stretch between your thighs and urges your legs up. He hooks his arm under your knee and raises it higher. He leans against the strained satin, keeping you splayed as he plants his hand next to your head.

He grumbles as he struggles with the front of his pants. You ball your fists and keep them at your sides. The helplessness shrinks around you, the darkness closing in on you. He huffs and pushes your skirt up to your pelvis. You suck in another breath as he taps his dick against you, his tip slapping against your cunt.

He pushes between your folds, dragging up and down, “mmm, you ready for me, honey. Your husband’s a foolish man lettin’ you run around like this–”

You shudder into a growl as he teases you with his bulbous head. He’s thick, you can already feel it. He prods you, the pressure dull in your bones as he breathes through his nose and dips into you. Your walls are tight, resistant to his intrusion as your toes curl and every muscle knots. He sniffs and thrusts, forcing another inch.

He snarls, “fuckin’ tight—” he jerks his pelvis,”loosen up a bit–” he bucks again, his thick dick sends a pang up your spine. “Just a little more–”

He slams into you and you cry out. You hit the seat with your fist as his stomach brushes against you. He’s a fat fuck. Of course his wife doesn’t want to fuck him. He ruts again and you hold back the next whine. He’s fucking big though. It fucking hurts. 

He rocks into you, your feet over his shoulders as he groans. You gulp down each noise that tickles in your throat. He drones on, panting as he fucks you harder and harder.

He stops and sits back on his bent legs. He holds onto your ankles, keeping your legs in the air as he rolls his hips. He slaps against your thighs as he loses himself in a frantic motion, hammering as his voice rumbles around the taxi’s cab, louder and louder.

“Fuck, honey, this is some fine pussy,” he purrs, “and I thought all you whores was the same. Fuck.”

You grit out a growl and throw your arm up to grip the back of the seat. He buries himself to his limit and yours, over and over, until you can’t stand it. Your legs thrum with a heavy pain and your back radiates hotly. You exclaim, wailing as he unleashes his fury on you.

“Yeah,” he pounds against you as he pushes your legs higher, the back of your thighs pulling tight, “yeah, you’re fucking sweet, ain’t ya? You gonna go back to that fancy hotel and think of this— think of me splitting you like a log–”

“Shut— upp—-” you gasp out as you drape your arm over your face, “shut—ahhhhhhh.”

He falls over you again, slapping his hand against the door above your head as his rhythm grows erratic. He rests his forehead against yours and snarls loudly as he empties into you, pelvis cracking against yours as he quakes. 

He rams himself as deep as he can, sliding back with a long stroke and back in. Slowing as he fucks his cum in and out of you. His load drips out of your sickeningly and you resist a gag. His stomach is flush to your as he crushes you, coming to a stop as he stays sheathed in your burning cunt.

“I hope ya don’t get into too much trouble bein’ late and all,” he taunts and wiggles his hips until you flinch, “you can tell ‘em I got a bit lost.”

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[thewxtchwhowrites]

Hi 💖✨

I'm back after a long time of being a silent reader of one-shots and fics (I have some of them that I would love to recommend), and also thanks to those authors for making wonderful works.

Anyway.

That led me to the conclusion of making my own Masterlist of my one-shots and fics, mainly to have more order in my blog and because I really want to write again because I LOVE to write.

🔥 = smut

(ES) = español

(EN) = english

Dean Winchester

Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2

Hold On

Sam Winchester

Positions - Old and New version

Castiel

Lucid Dreaming - One Shot

Bucky Barnes

Bus Stop (EN)

The winner takes it all

Healed (requested)

Loki Laufeyson (soon)

Steven Grant (soon)

Marc Spector (soon)

Eddie Munson

Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2

Lee Bodecker (soon)

Charles Blackwood (soon)

Jefferson Hatter (soon)

Graham (soon)

Hook / Killian Jones (soon)

August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)

Nick Fowler

Dangerous Woman

PD: I'll probably re-write some one-shots (improve grammar and even plot, so stay tuned), but don't worry, I won't delete the original.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 10: Overstimulation - Lee Bodecker

Kinktober Day 10: Overstimulation - Lee Bodecker

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dbf!lee bodecker, dom/sub, age gap, secret relationship, nicknames, oral (f receiving), innocence kink, multiple orgasms, keeping quiet, praise kink, handcuffs, pussy slaps, pain/pleasure, overstimulation, masturbation, cum swallowing, no use of y/n

my main masterlist 📚 // kinktober masterlist😈 // AO3 Link 

The night seemed to drag on for what felt like forever. Your eyes were tired from flicking between the two men that were sat at either end of the dinner table as you all silently ate the food you’d been cooking all afternoon. On the right was your dad, chewing his food down sloppily with his unknown number of beer in his hand, all the whilst your foot travelled up the calf of the man to your right, your father’s best friend and Sheriff to your small town of Knockemstiff, Lee Bodecker.

You weren’t even sure how you had ended up in this situation of becoming intimate with your father’s best friend but here you were, gently easing another beer into your father's hand as he began to slur his words, a sign he was heading in the right direction. The two of you had begun sleeping together months ago and you were well aware that you would not love another man the way you loved the Sheriff and you couldn’t reveal this to your father, dread filling your stomach at the mere thought.

“Let’s move this into the living room, don’tcha think Bodecker? Clear up Sweetheart, thanks for the food” your father announced before standing abruptly, the chair squealing across the floor before he stomped into the other room. You saw the Sheriff grimace at seeing your father drunk and you did feel guilty for subtly making him drink so much but you needed him to pass out, the unsettling horny sensation in between your legs clouded your judgement.

Collecting the dishes, you carried them into the kitchen, placing them into the sink, you tried to remain calm as you heard the Sheriff shout that he was getting another two beers and then his footsteps were loud enough that they had to be in the same room as you.

Not wanting to be the first to display any affection or to even acknowledge him, you continued to wash the plates but Lee had other ideas, collecting the two drinks before placing them next to you on the countertop.

His arms crowded you into the sink, showing the beige material of his police uniform that he was wearing having come here straight after work like he did most evenings. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as he breathed against it, leaning his chest in close.

“You look beautiful darlin’” his voice was low as he spoke sending a shiver up your spine but you didn’t turn your body, just kept a strong grip on the plate in your hands but wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him.

“I can’t wait until later Sheriff” you whispered in response.

“Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for you” with that he picked up his beers and walked out of the kitchen and you didn’t release the breaths you’d been holding until you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore.

After shaking your body head to toe, snapping out of the horny daze, you finished washing up before joining the two men in the living room, always volunteering to get your father a drink whenever he was halfway through his current one until he was hardly managing to keep his eyes open anymore.

“Goodnight daddy” you suddenly announced, standing and kissing your father on the cheek before moving to exit the room. Glancing over your shoulder you mumbled in a tone that you hoped didn’t sound too excited, “Goodnight Sheriff”.

You didn’t get a response as you made it to your room. It was the same as most nights, waiting for your father to pass out, then the sound of heavy footsteps that you could recognise anywhere, the door to your room opening and closing for only a second and then the Sheriff was standing in your room.

You were wrapping your arms around his neck in a brief jump, his coming up to cradle your jaw as he kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue against yours so you could taste the beer that he had just been drinking.

The Sheriff pulled back from the kiss first, trying to catch his breath as he stared down at your outfit, “mmm darlin’ you’re killing me here,” he admired your all-white night dress.

“I knew it was your favourite, that’s why I’ve worn it” you explained, hearing him make a deep growl-like noise, taking a predatory step towards you that had you stepping backwards, an innocent grin on your lips until you knocked into the bed, falling effortlessly onto it so that he was now standing over you.

Lee didn’t say another word, he simply lifted your dress up to your waist, exposing your naked lower body and his eyes glazed over at the wet view before him. Dropping to his knees, he held firmly onto your thighs, spreading them and pulling you closer at the same time.

You leaned up on your forearms, watching his every move as he seemed to take a deep sniff of your cunt, savouring in the sweet and salty scents before pushing his tongue deep into your folds. Collapsing back onto the bed, you had to bite onto your hand to stop from shouting out - one of the downsides to this entire situation was that you weren’t ever allowed to be any louder than a mouse.

Lee enjoyed sweet things, and he always said you were his sweet honey and therefore always devoured your cunt at any opportunity and damn he was so good at it. Starting by pushing his warm wet tongue into your eager pussy, stretching out the hole, flicking his tongue, trying to delve as deep as he can before pulling out and moving up to your clit.

 This is where he spent the most time, taking his time to build you up and up and tear you down. Applying the slightest bit of pressure with the tip of his tongue moving in a steady circle, making sure to hold your hips tightly to the bed so he had full control, then sucking your clit into his mouth however this time he nipped on the sensitive bud, causing you to yap at the sensation.

He chuckled darkly at your reaction but didn’t stop with his movements now was moving his tongue back and forth over the nerves and you could feel the tingling beginning to build in your abdomen. Lee knew too that you were approaching your peak by the way your chest rose and fell quicker, thighs trembling against his cheeks but he didn’t stop his actions, not until he felt that recognisable clamp of your cunt against his chin, did he then suck your clit back into his mouth with all his force.

It was such an intense feeling that you sat up, bit your lip and pushed against his head to give you a break and time to come down from the orgasmic high. Licking his lips he sat back on his heels, actually giving you the time to recover, he supposed he could give you this before continuing with his plan.

Your eyes had been closed the entire time and you’d expected him to be undoing his belt by now like he always did but as you looked down at him still on the floor, he was just sitting there watching you closely, your body heating with anticipation.

“Are you going to be my good girl, sweet?” you bite your lip at the nickname, nodding, knowing you’d agree to just about anything at this point. Lee gave you a comforting smile before easing you up and turning you over, pushing your body over the edge of the bed so your legs were now hanging off of the side.

“Remember to keep quiet darlin’” you tried to look over your shoulder, again expecting him to be pulling his cock out but he still remained fully clothed, just staring at your backside as he stood up.

What was coming next, you weren’t expecting as a sharp sting spread across your left arse cheek from where the Sheriff had spanked you. He didn’t give you time to react, repeatedly bringing his hand down across both cheeks, you were aware that the slaps were loud but you didn’t care, loving the burning pain and white-hot pleasure that coursed through your veins, confusing your mind.

To make sure you didn’t scream out as slap after slap was applied, you bit into your blanket, body beginning to tremble. You were doing so well to keep quiet, that was until one slap landed directly on your pussy, and you produced a throaty moan.

“You like that? My sweet, filthy girl” Lee then proceeded to lay quick sharp slaps onto your already sensitive cunt, each one had you withering and moaning on the bed until you were nearly sobbing with how horny and sore you were.

Lee looked down at his creation, in between your legs was now puffy and soaked with arousal. Whilst lost in your overwhelmed headspace, the Sheriff eased both of your hands behind your back, smirking at the dainty size compared to his as he quickly hooked his handcuffs around both wrists.

It was only as he turned you onto your back, now lying on your tied-together hands did you realise what had happened, feeling even more uncomfortable from lying on both your sore arse and hands.

He dropped to his knees again, lips sealing around your sensitive clit and began sucking again. Your body was on fire, particularly between your legs and you had nothing to bite on to hold sobs of pleasure in so the man covered your mouth with his large rough hand. You were dripping fluids all over your sheets, coating his chin in the process as he continued his oral attack.

You were so incredibly sore and sensitive at the same time, not sure if you were wanting to cum or take a break but your body just continued to twitch and beg for more as he flicked over your oversensitive clit once more.

Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly and hard, your body convulsing as you tried to hold in your aggressive scream causing you to choke on your breath becoming overwhelmed. This… this was the time when the Sheriff finally unbuckled his belt, reaching in to pull out his cock and positioned it at your sensitive hole.

Only a few more thrusts and you were just only comprehending that he was fucking you mid-orgasm when you both froze, not even breathing as your father shouted, “Lee?”

Said man was pulling out of you swiftly, pulling on your elbow until you were upright, tugging down your dress to cover your pussy, wiping the dribble off your chin and pushing you towards your bedroom door just as you heard footsteps on the other side.

You were so dazed, hands both burning as well as in between your legs from where your hands still remained in handcuffs, not even realising that Lee’s hiding place was simply lying on the floor on the other side of your bed as your father opened the door.

Your legs wobbled to keep your body upright, but you had just enough energy to place your foot behind the door to stop your father from opening it too wide this way you could hide the fact that you were handcuffed, leaning against the door, trying to act as you’d just be woken up but in fact, were hiding your slightly swollen kissed lips behind your hair.

“Daddy? What is it?” you whispered, trying to ignore the wetness that was dripping in between your thighs.

Your father didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything, rocking from side to side enough that he had to hold onto the wall, “Lee, where the fuck is it? I swear I was just talking to him” his voice was gravelled with sleep and intoxication.

“He left daddy” you tried to keep your voice sweet and soft, not even sure how you were going to lie to him but the words just rolled off of your tongue.

“But- his car is still here” it was obvious that your father was trying to come up with a reason and your heart hammered harder with each word that he spoke.

“Sheriff walked home, the two of you did have quite a lot to drink tonight. He made sure to knock on my door before leaving, wanted to make sure that there was someone to tell you where he had gone to”.

You held your breath waiting for his response but not even feeling guilty for the fact that his best friend was only a step away with his cock still wet from where it had been deep inside.

Finally, your father seemed to believe you, “ok baby, sorry for waking you”. Leaning down your father kissed your forehead and you tried not to cringe at the movement, knowing he could probably taste the sweat on your forehead but he staggered off in the direction of his bedroom.

As soon as his door closed, you closed yours, releasing the breath you’d been holding and resting your forehead against the door, that was way too close.

Amongst all of the fear, you’d almost forgotten about the other person in the room, holding back a squeal as his hand covered your mouth, his lips on your ear, “shhh you did so well darlin’”. As he spoke, he shoved your dress back up to your waist, pulling your hips back slightly and reached for his own cock that you now noticed was still out, he hadn’t even tucked it away even with being so close to being caught.

You tried to push him off, not wanting to risk this with your father still awake in the other room but you couldn't help but gasp against his palm as he fucked into your already stretched hole. The sheriff didn’t hold back, mostly now holding your body up with the hand covering your face and the other gripping the handcuffs around your wrists, tugging your body back to meet his thrusts.

Not even daring to make a noise, you felt each breath catch in your throat, so the only noise was that of the squelch from where he pushed back into your body. It was all getting so much, the risk of being caught, the deep ache in your arms compared to the numb feeling in your legs that struggled to hold you up, and then there was the extremely sensitive, swollen and pulsing from your cunt that made the entire situation completely overstimulating for your body and mind.

Your body shivered slightly different to how it had before and you could feel the inevitable pleasure building but with how your body was reacting you weren’t sure you could handle another orgasm without screaming out and losing any strength to keep yourself up. With each thrust, you huffed out a heavy breath, and Lee could notice the difference, smiling widely behind you, licking his lips as he only proceeded to fuck you harder and faster, all the excitement of being caught only causing his adrenaline to go straight to his cock.

“That's it sweet, you can do it” you tried to ignore the man’s encouragement to cum, trying to think of anything else but the burning pleasure that coursed through your veins but to no avail as it all came crumbling down.

Your pussy clenched so hard that the Sheriff had to pull out at the intensity which only caused you to drop to the floor, not even feeling the pain from your knees colliding with the carpet, thighs wobbling uncontrollably with each clench of euphoria. You’d thought you would have screamed out but you couldn’t even muster up the energy to do this as you simply mewled a slight bit of dribble escaping the corner of your mouth.

Lee was in heaven watching this, not wasting a second to pull back your hair causing your body to contort slightly as he looked down at your face, all the while his hand was furiously clenched around his cock, tossing himself to have his own orgasm.

“Open” he grunted as he felt his balls tighten to his body and in your completely cock-drain brain, managed to widely open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. His hot seed shot into your mouth, coating every inch of it until you had to swallow to make room or risk it spilling onto your nightdress.

The salty taste that you had experienced too many times to count was the only thing that you held onto in your thoughtless, fucked out mind. Not even aware as your surroundings swirled from solid floor to soft bed, your arms now able to move to your side as the handcuffs returned back to the pocket that they belonged in.

“Sh-Sherrif?” you croaked out, tiredly blinking and looked around the room, feeling the blanket being placed over your still trembling body.

“Go to sleep darlin’” he kissed your forehead from behind and you were too tired to turn around, just instead listening to him step away, opening and closing the door and finally leaving the house silently. It didn’t even dawn on you to try and get cleaned up, ignoring the ache over your entire body, the sensitivity and stickiness between your legs, instead falling into a deep deserved sleep.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche)

valentine's day masterlist - gingerbread house

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

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

More Than Christmas Cookies » Lee Bodecker

December 3rd

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Y/N taking Lee Christmas cookies turns into something different.

Warnings: Fluff, language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), flirting, kissing, pet names (darlin’, sugar)

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

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

“Y/N, sweetie, take these to Lee.” Your mom says, handing you a container of Christmas cookies she made.

“Lee as in Sheriff Bodecker?” You asked.

“Yes him. I know how much you like him and I thought it would be a good idea for you to give them to him.” She says teasingly.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m teasing you, sweetie. Now run along and take the cookies to Lee.” She says, giving you a hug.

You decided to walk to the police station since it isn’t too far from your house. You felt yourself getting nervous when you walked inside the station.

“Can I help you, Miss?” A deputy asks.

“I-I’m here for Sheriff Bodecker.” You say with a stutter.

Damn your nervous stutter.

“He’s in his office.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say.

You walked to his office to see him on the phone. You lightly knocked on the open door. He looked up and smiled, motioning for you to come inside his office. You walked inside of his office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and patiently waited for him to get off the phone. When he was finished talking on the phone, he wrote something down on a piece of paper and finally gave you his attention.

“Nice to see you, darlin’.” Lee smiles. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asks.

“My mama made Christmas cookies and told me to give them to you and I thought you would like to have a snack.” You say, handing him the container.

“That’s sweet of her and you.” He smiles, taking the container from your hand.

Lee puts the container on his desk and opens it, taking a cookie out of it and tries it.

“Mmm, these are good.” Lee hums.

“My mama would appreciate that.” You smiled.

“I have to thank her the next time I see her.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back and nervously played with hem of your dress.

“You got any boyfriends?” Lee asks, leaning back in his chair.

“N-No Sheriff. No boyfriends.” You say.

“Hmm, what a shame. A pretty girl like you deserves to have someone special in her life, especially during the holidays.” He says.

You looked down at your lap, blushing like crazy. The next thing you knew, you felt your head being lifted to look up by Lee’s hand.

“You nervous, sugar?” He asks, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

You nodded.

“There’s no need to be nervous, darlin’. You’ve known me for years.” He says.

“I-I know. It’s just…” You paused for a moment. “I like you.” You say quietly.

“What was that, darlin’? Can you speak up please?” He asks.

“I-I like you.” You say, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He says.

“No, I mean I like you. Meaning that I’m in love with you.” You explained.

Lee looked at you without saying anything. You felt yourself getting more embarrassed by the second.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Enjoy the cookies and have a nice rest of your day.” You say, standing up.

You went to walk out the door, but Lee quickly closed it and pinned you against it. You felt your breathing quicken.

“I love you too.” Lee says softly.

“You do?” You asked.

Lee cupped your cheeks and leaned in, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. His lips felt soft against yours.

“Does that answer your question, sugar?” He asks against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Do you want to go get coffee or something?” He asks.

“Yes please.” You smiled.

Lee put on his jacket and opened the door, letting you walk out first. You two walked hand in hand out of the station, hearing his fellow deputies whistling on the way out. The two of you didn’t care. You guys just wanted to be with each other and that’s all that matters.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

-Bucky’s Doll

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[buckysswinter]

right where you left me

18+ minors dni

warnings: large age gap(implied; lee is late 30s reader is early 20s), angst

not edited or beta'd- do not repost oe translate!

lee bodecker x f!reader

word count: 1,172

help, i'm still at the restaurant;still sitting in a corner i haunt

the familiar scent of the diner hangs around the air, as y/n sits at the corner she watches everything unfold. she sees families smiling eating the food, couples either happy or arguing or the group of old ladies chit chatting and exchanging gossip drinking their third cup of coffee. y/n smiles at the vision in front of her, the noise distracting her from the pain- this diner had meant a lot to her a few years back. this was where the man that she loved so much took her to on their first date, this was the diner where they had their first kiss and this was the same very diner he broke her heart in.

she sits in the corner with her lilac sundress with her cream cardigan and her pinned up hair. she sat in the corner, notebook opened and surrounded by books. y/n was trying to study, she aspired to be more than what this town offered to young girls like her. the book on anatomy staring directly at her as she remembers why this plan of hers was stalled.

she could still feel his lingering kisses on her shoulders, his deep voice whispering on her ear, professing his constant love for her. it seemed forbidden at first but as it went on she let herself be indulged in the love and she loved it. y/n loved being loved by him, by the one person this town thought was incapable of such thing. and just as the thought of him vanishes in her brain, she hears the diner bell ring his laugh rings throughout the establishment and y/n freezes. her brain short circuits as she hears him, her stars beating faster, breathe shortens and suddenly everything she sees slows down.

she hears him demand the corner booth, the one where she's currently sat at,

-"i'm sorry sheriff bodecker, someone is currently sat at the corner booth," she hears lee scoff and as she looks up to see his reaction, he looks up to see who is sat there. the brief eye contact makes her hands shake and she looks away as fast as she could. y/n closes her eyes, she could not believe this was happening. it was to happen sooner or later but right now y/n would have preferred for this to happen later. y/n shuffles uncomfortably in her seat as the hostess lead lee and the woman he's with to the booth two spaces over. only then does she notice that the woman was carrying a toddler. another breathe gets stuck in her throat and y/n's heart aches. y/n wants to leave, she wants to run away yet something in her mind convinced her to stay- to focus on the anatomy book staring at her and that's what she does.

-"lee! not here, not in public!" the woman yells and she couldn't bear to not look up, only then she sees lee attacking the woman's neck with kisses. a tear rolls down y/n's cheek and she sniffles, wiping it and she gets up. y/n should not be suffering this much pain, she doesn't deserve the hurt that's haunting and plaguing her heart and mind. packing her things in her bag, y/n makes her way out of the dinner to only be met with the toddler lee was with to crash into her. her books spill onto the ground, the toddler also falls down on his butt. before y/n could think, she rushes over and helps the child, tears starting to form on his eyes as she tries to pick up the child, calloused hands collide with hers. flashbacks of his calloused hands on her body flash in her mind as she quickly takes her hands back, turning to collect her books.

-"'m sorry didn't mean to bump into you," she apologizes to the kid, who is now staring at her with kind eyes.

-"'s okay! mommy pretty!' the child points to her and she smiles as he appreciates her beauty.

the woman speaks up, berating her child for pointing in such a crude manner to a lady he doesn't know and whilst all this was happening lee stares at her- she couldn't decipher the feeling behind it, although for him it was pure adoration, the fact that y/n had put the child before her items, it warmed his heart. as y/n smiles at the child, lee's heart jumped, he missed her smile even more her laugh which was mesmerizing.

lee remembers the pain he caused her- her glossy eyes and wobbling lips as he tells her his news.

-"can't do it anymore sweets, need to break this up" her eyes flash to him, first with adoration the realization of what he had just said.

-"what are you talking about lee?" her pity attempt of a laugh to cover up her almost broken voice. and he stared at her, almost hearing her heart break as he repeats it again.

-"y/n i can't be with you anymore." the firmness in his voice makes her hand flinch, knocking the glass off of the table, the shattering noise of it scaring everyone around them, bringing the attention to the events unfolding between lee and y/n.

she nods at him, tears melting the makeup she spent so much time putting on- she wanted to plead with him, ask him for an explanation but she couldn't voice out any reason. she thought lee was proposing to her- the hole in the bottom of her stomach widen and everything started crashing down.

y/n walks out of the diner, peering into lee laughing and smiling with the woman he was with along with the child- she had hoped that image for their future two years ago and now she's left picking up the pieces of herself, persevering to make something better of herself because if she had let the sadness swallow her she would've drowned in them, stuck in this godforsaken town that she didn't want to be in longer.

lee gets up, helping his new girl and her son- a piece of paper catching his attention, he could only assume that it fell out of y/n's bag. he picks it up and his breathe hitches, the train ticket to new york staring back at him- she was moving and he was frozen in the position until he hears dorothy asking if he was ok, nodding lee tucked the ticket into his front pocket- leading her and her son back into his black deville cadillac.

y/n gets home, her luggage staring at her and she takes them to the station, yet when she got there, her train ticket seemed to be missing- the ticket was last seen in her bag tucked into one of her books. buying a new ticket, y/n boards the train and she sees all of meade disappear. calmness surrounds her as she falls into a slumber in her cabin.

a/n: this felt very rushed idk but i wanted pure angst. lmk if a part two should be written :)

shameless tags: @extremelyblackandwhite @tharros-auris-black-asimi @turbolisedcomet @blackwood-bodecker-housewife @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @elbell20-blog

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[vellicore]

ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴏ3 , ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ *

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Drabbles & More

Meant Something - Following the prompt, “of course it meant something!” 

That Fateful Day - Everyone in town wonders why you won’t leave town now that you don’t have any reason to stay. 

The Necklace - Lee told you not to wear your gift in public, but of course, you don’t listen. 

Lights Out - Demon!Lee x F!Reader Your innocence is exactly what he craves.

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Fuck It Friday

Poll Closes September 2nd, 2022 at 5PM EST

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#Lee Bodecker x Reader #Alpha!Bucky x reader #only going to post one today for Fuck It Friday #this is to get rid of WIPs without deleting them or keeping them hidden #they are going to be posted as one shots only #some fics may not have follow ups or to be continued at the end if it gets enough traction #i just have too many things in my projects folder to work on one thing at a time