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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Maneater Writing Challenge

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Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

@buckycuddlebuddy @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @whateveriwant @imanuglywombat @nsfwsebbie @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @world-of-aus @river-soul @buckyownsmylife @burnthematches @sherrybaby14 @sinner-as-saint @kleohoneyao3 @literate-lamb @candy-and-writing @cap-n-stuff @docharleythegeekqueen @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeyloverogers @honeygingergemini @fafulous @foxgloveprincess @giorno-plays-piano @gotnofucks @gogolucky13 @cherienymphe @mcudarklibrary @emilykjh @overr-written @teamcap4bucky @threeminutesoflife @iraot @sebbysbaby @propertyofpoeandbucky @hailmary-yramliah @cryptidcasanova @asadmarveltrashbag @angrythingstarlight

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #stucky x reader #writing challenge

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bloody-roses00 · 4 years

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Info + Ask Rules

Hi, hello. So these are my rules for my writing blog. I'm currently open to requests, but please do read the following before doing so. Thank you.

Info:

- This is a dark/yandere content blog. So, the content I post will have dark themes present. That said, I do not condone anything like this in real life.

- Feel free to send requests or thirsts. Just know that it can take a while for me to fulfill them, mainly because of mental health. But I will try to post them in a timely fashion, but it's not always guaranteed.

- Warnings will always be posted up at the top of my posts, so be sure to view them before reading. If I missed a trigger, please let me know! Either by sending an ask or direct messaging, I'll be more than happy to fix it!

- Sometimes I just don't connect with a concept, and while I'm sure your idea is great, I might not have the inspiration to write it.

- I don't write for character x character or OCs. Only character x reader & multiple characters x reader.

- All yandere characters will be aged up to 18+ if not already.

- I tend to write full fics but am open to thirsts, headcanons, scenarios, and suggestions. I do not have plans to do matchups or multi-work fics (though maybe a sequel if I have the inspiration)

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Boku No Hero Academia

Tomura Shigaraki \ Tenko Shimura

Dabi \ Touya Todoroki

Endeavor | Enji Todoroki

Hawks | Keigo Takami

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Dead By Daylight

Ghostface

Micheal Meyers

Frank Morrison

Note: prompt list does not apply to DBD

The Boys

Homelander

The Deep

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Loki

Quentin Beck

The Devil All The Time

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russel

What I Write:

NSFW, Noncon, Dubcon, Yandere, Somnophilia, Dacryphilia, Drugging, Abuse, Manipulation, Breeding & Pregnancy, Kidnapping & Captivity, Stepcest - only for BNHA, AUs - only for BNHA (Quirkless, Slasher, Apocalypse, etc.), Stalking & Creepy Behavior, Knifeplay, Monsterfucking, Female Reader, OOC

What I Do Not Write:

Pet Play, Piss, Scat, Vomit, Underage (all characters are 18+), Beastiality, Reader Death, Mindbreak, Male Reader, OCs, Character x Character, Yandere x Yandere, Emergency Requests, or Specific Body Image Issues

Thank you all so much! Hope you enjoy!

#blog info #blog rules

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slothspaghettiwrites · 4 years

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The Taste of Love is Sweet

The Taste of Love is Sweet - I Walk The Line

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: smut, lingerie, dom/sub dynmamic, daddy kink, anal sex, oral sex, feminization, subspace, aftercare,

Relationships: Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy (vague OC)

Words: 2788

Playlist: I Walk The Line

Summary: A very special Valentine’s Day for Daddy!Lee and Babyboy

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Days lovelies! Enjoy this hot mess.

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform.

Babyboy is gonna be sick, he’s sure of it. Every part of his body is shaking, he can barely clasp the stupid suspenders to his leg, but he’s gotta get it done. It’s the first sunny morning they’ve had all goddamn year basically. He needs this photo to be good, the morning light was the best because well he’s probably gone through more packs of polaroid sheets than he really wanted to admit trying to get the perfect shot of himself. But this was the first time he was doing them in the outfit.

Ordering the stockings, and panties, and lace garter from the Sears catalog had been easy. He was supposed to just be ordering some new pants for work and a new winter jacket because Lee was sick and tired of seeing him in that old hunting jacket that was more holes than fabric. And he did order those things. He got exactly what he needed.

But then he saw the lace and the silk on that delicate lady’s figure. Babyboy couldn’t stop staring at the picture. Even ripped the page out of the thick magazine so he could carry it around in his pocket for a few days. The contrasting black lace and white bows kept sucking him back in. He just needed to know what it felt like on his skin, wanted to feel as soft and delicate as the model woman looked. He carefully wrote down the order numbers for that set, sealed the envelope, and mailed it off.

The camera flashes and he’s brought back to his bedroom. Babyboy grabs the sheet the silly machine spit out and shakes the film as his stomach calms down some. The black and white image is stark and anonymous. The little scars on his body carefully hidden by lace or bright light. You’d never even guess it was him unless you knew, and Daddy will know because he always does. He slides the picture into the innocent-looking valentine and attaches the heart-shaped lollipop to the envelope with a bit of tape.

He throws on the rest of his clothes for the day, tucks his new jacket under his arms, and heads out to the truck. Every step he takes feels different. The coarse material of his slacks feels smoother against his nylon covered legs. The material just moves different and he feels different. Like he’s got a good, juicy secret, one that has him blushing if his thoughts linger for too long about the snug pressure on his cock or the way the panties cut across his cheeks.

Babyboy needs to focus, he’s on a mission. He’s still shaking when he rolls up to the sheriff’s station. As his feet race up the salt-covered steps so does his heart when he slides the red envelope into the mail slot. Yup, he is really doing this.

At the diner, it’s business as usual. The bell jingles, he shakes hands with the old foggies, orders his usual breakfast and a glass of milk, all while knowing that Daddy is completely in the dark of what he’s done, what he’s doing. They had plans for the evening, well maybe plans are a little fancier than what is actually going to happen because it’s going to be like any other evening the sheriff spent up at the cabin. Almost.

Daddy’s eyes are on him, he can feel the side glances, the slight linger in his gaze as he put a piece of bacon to his lips. He really hopes he isn’t being obvious, this was supposed to be a surprise.

“How ya been, son? Ya sleep in for a hot date tonight? I hear the VFW’s gonna have a big ole crowd for the dance.”

“Yeah, me and my two left feet ain’t goin’ to no dance Sheriff. Just gonna cook a nice supper at home and maybe watch some TV.”

He is definitely not off the hook. Lee’s noticed he was in later than normal and that wasn’t going to fly, there would definitely be a talking to about it that evening, Babyboy just hopes his reason is good enough. Someone cracks a joke about him being able to get a TV signal all the way up in the hills and he forces out a laugh. The rest of breakfast goes by easily, they talk about basketball mostly, it’s the same old same old.

Babyboy is giddy the rest of the day though, can barely focus on the classes he’s supposed to be overseeing, and nearly gets hit in the face during basketball practice after school. He tries to sound stern, but his heads just not in the game. He keeps checking his watch for the time, even ends practice early because he needs to get home, needs out of these clothes so he can just lay down for a moment, and let the calm before the storm seep into his bones.

Apparently, the calm before the storm was being a bit hazy at work all day and trying to not get hard thinking about Daddy during his lunch break.

The porch light is on when he eases up the hill to the cabin, the sun setting behind the trees. Lee doesn’t even bother trying to hide the cruiser away from the house and Babyboy hopes that is a good sign and not a sign that he taken things too far or that Daddy is upset with him. Daddy is always very careful with his image, something he’s crafted over nearly a decade of working at the county sheriff’s office. Babyboy knows, has had to help keep that image spotless.

He cuts the engine and sits, staring at the front door to his house. That sick feeling from this morning starts to come back the longer he stays in the truck avoiding the storm, but he can’t sleep out here. Babyboy grabs his bag and coat before heading up to the door. Even with the freezing temperatures, he can feel the sweat dampening under his arms. He takes a steadying breath before opening the door.

Lee is sat in the big armchair, flicking through the thick Sear’s catalog on his lap like he’s just sat at home. He doesn’t immediately look up, and it gives Babyboy a chance to look at his daddy. The older man still in his uniform, but the tie is loose and the top buttons undone. He’s got a half-drunk bottle of Pepsi sitting on a table next to the chair. He notes that Daddy’s got a sucker in his mouth, he wonders if it’s the one from his valentine or if he found the bag stashed in the kitchen. Lee commands the space without even trying and it transforms the sickening worms in his stomach into butterflies. Everything about the scene is burned into Babyboy’s mind so he can picture on nights when he gets lonely and desperate.

“Ya know, I got this book at home. Didn’t think anything of it, until I got my mail at the office this mornin’.”

Daddy doesn’t even look up, just makes a come here motion with his finger. Babyboy can’t read his tone cause of the lollipop in his mouth but follows the direction anyway.

“I get this suggestive, pretty valentine from a secret admirer. The boys in the office are givin’ me hell for it. Demandin’ to know what pretty girl in town I’m seein’. And I ain’t even opened it yet, Babyboy. It’s just a red envelope with pretty handwritin’ and drawn on hearts. But I ain’t nothin’ if I ain’t a gentleman, ain’t that right Babyboy?” Finally, Lee looks up from the page and narrows his eyes at him.

“Yeah, Daddy,” he murmurs, heat rising in his cheeks.

He’s standing right there between his legs, the catalog long forgotten and Daddy is so close. He can feel the heat coming off him and he just wants to touch, to be touched, but he can’t tell his daddy’s in a good mood, can’t tell if he’s upset about the picture.

“That’s right, so I open that little card in my office, and out falls my valentine with a heart lollipop on it. The card is cute, makes me think about a pretty wet set of lips doin’ some blowin’ of their own tonight maybe. And then I see this picture stuck to the back of it.”. Daddy bites down on the sucker in his mouth, Babyboy can’t help his little jump. “I couldn’t believe what I was seein’.”

“Daddy, I-”

Two things happen to shut him up. One, Daddy grabs his hips. Babyboy goes so weak in the knees he’s almost concerned he’s gonna fall over. He knows Daddy can feel the bows decorating his body because his thumbs rub over the fabric and he squeezes real hard. It effectively cuts off his apology with a tiny yelp. Two, Daddy stuffs his half-eaten heart sucker into his mouth.

“So I got this picture, dirtiest thing I’ve ever been sent in the mail. I’m wonderin’ what woman in town thought she’d just send me this, but then I see this cute little bulge tucked between a set a legs that I could pick outta any lineup.”

Babyboy squeaks and whimpers Daddy’s hands move around to ass, his cock straining against the panties.

“Well, and I guess I know why you was late to the diner this mornin’ now don’t I Baby? Gettin’ all dressed up to take a naughty photo for me. But then I got to thinkin’, he ain’t wearin’ that still is he? My angel wouldn’t do anythin’ so dirty, he’s a good boy for his Daddy. Wouldn’t just do somethin’ like that and not tell me.”

He can’t breathe. Daddy’s undoing his pants and he can’t breathe. He feels like he’s on fire and he knows he’s gonna burn in hell for what he’s done, but this kinda hellfire is not something he thought he’d ever have to deal with in real life. His pants hit the floor with a heavy thud that echoes around the quiet cabin. He clenches his hand into fists to hide the shaking.

“Goddamn, Angel.” Lee’s breath cools by the time it rolls over his cock and his gasp stutters out of his body. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

The lollipop in his mouth nothing but a paper stick now. Daddy pushes his shirt up over his waist, but he doesn’t take off the baggie thing. He leans in and starts kissing the exposed skin of his belly around the lacy garter. Babyboy can feel the syrup being poured over his brain as Lee starts loving on him. His breath gets trapped in his body again when Daddy takes one of the bows into his mouth only to snap it against his skin.

“C’mere.”

He's pulled into Daddy's lap like it's nothing, legs spreading as wide as they can, stuffed between the arms of the chair and thick thighs. The hands on his hips slide down his legs over the nylon stockings and back up. Daddy keeps doing it, staring at his legs and he keeps staring at those big strong hands. Babyboy can feel himself getting worked up just from the touching, but he doesn't care because he can feel Daddy's bulge pushing against him.

"Fuckin' hell."

Daddy's voice is gruff and low and filled with some kinda emotion Babyboy wants to live in forever.

"What's gotten inta ya Angel Baby? Why ya gettin’ all dressed up for me?"

"I-," he's getting flustered, the attention from Daddy is making him slower than molasses. "I wanna be pretty for you."

The lollipop stick is pulled out of his mouth and replaced with Daddy's tongue. He grabs both of Daddy's big shoulders and finally lets the night wash over him, lets the haze of the day cloud his mind, and lets the beacon that is Lee Bodecker guide him. The clatter of buttons on the old wood floors reminds him he needs to breathe, but Daddy's not letting him get away, brings him back in for another breath-stealing kiss while his rough hands run over his chest and stomach.

"You are my precious angel, Babyboy. Fuckin’ light a my life and prettiest boy on god's green earth."

He punctuates each compliment with kisses and squeezes and all Babyboy can do is whimper. He hates that he loves it when Daddy does this to him. Makes him dumb and sweet and desperate.

"You wanna know what Daddy did with your picture Baby?" Lee's lips bump against his when he speaks, "Your pretty picture got Daddy all worked up at his desk, so he had to take care of himself and I ruined that pretty picture just like you're gonna ruin these pretty panties for me."

Lee pulls him into a deeper kiss that's all tongue and desire. He grinds down into Daddy's lap, enjoys the friction and feeling of the silky material covering his hard cock but he wants more, needs more of Daddy to surround him.

"Daddy, need ya, please."

"Oh, I betchya do Angel, bet your little dick's been achin’ all day in these panties. Wanna see ya cum in 'em Baby, get 'em all nice an' wet just like I'm gonna get that pussy a yours all nice an' wet."

Babyboy moans, loud and long as fingers slip under the edge of his panties and spread his cheeks. He starts humping against Lee's belly, trying to do what he's been told, while Lee teases him with his fingers and his words.

"I should make ya wear panties all the time, Babyboy. Keep ya all soft and docile like this. Ya ain't got any bite in ya tonight, just my needy baby."

A dry finger ghosts over his hole. He tries to get Daddy to push it in him, but just as soon as he starts to feel the pressure it moves back to kneading the soft flesh of his ass.

"Daddy's good boy s'what ya are. Been so good for me, Babyboy. Wanna show ya how special ya are to me. Treat ya real sweet and make ya feel good. But first, ya gotta ruin these here panties for me. Can ya do that Baby? Make a mess for Daddy."

It happens embarrassingly quick, between Daddy's voice coating his brain in honey and smooth material of the fabric gliding over his cock, he cums with a soft whimper. It was good, but not fulfilling. He’s not overwhelmed or floaty and he’s still feeling all kinds of needy.

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

It’s a simple, true statement, but it always pushes Lee to move a bit quicker and be less of a tease. He knows they got all night, Daddy’s not gonna leave till he gets every last drop of his sweetness, but Babyboy wants it all and he wants it now.

But when Lee dives between his legs when they move things to the bed, well his wants stop mattering so much. Low, muffled moans mix with his whiny pleading for more and Daddy just snaps the straps of his grater on his thigh when he won’t listen and sit still. But he really can’t help himself when there’s a hot tongue lapping at his hole. Babyboy fists his sheets and tries to take steady breaths, but he can’t stop squirming. His dick is hard and sticky and trapped in the ruined panties.

“Please, Daddy, m’ready, wanna be full.”

That first spit and grease slick thrust is rough, stretching him almost to the point of pain, but it’s exactly what he needs. It’s overwhelming and he feels every ridge and vein of Daddy’s cock burning his insides. He wraps his legs around Lee’s hips to push him deeper and all coherent thought leaves him. It’s just a litany of Daddy, harder, please, yes. The bed shakes underneath him and the grip on his waist will certainly leave the best kind of bruise by morning.

“Shit, just fuckin’ look at ya, so fuckin’ gone ain’t ya Angel? Huh?” He nods as the older man keeps grunting and speaking at him, not taking his eyes off him. “Fuckin’ love seein’ ya like this. Cryin’ for your daddy’s cock. So fuckin’ perfect, Baby. Love you so goddamn much.”

Babyboy doesn’t remember what happens next really, just knows when he opens his eyes Lee is holding him close, smothering his forehead and cheek with kisses. He starts crying, a rush of emotions and memories coming over him. Daddy holds him tighter, throws one of his big legs over his, and traps him in the warm embrace.

“Sshh Babyboy, s’alright. Ya were so good for me Angel, sweet as sugar Baby.”

“Did-did ya mean it?” he hiccups, voice all kinds of small and scared.

“Yeah, Baby, of course, I love you, promise.”

#a sloth writes #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x original character #lee bodecker x oc #daddy!lee bodecker x babyboy #Daddy!Lee Bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker fic #the devil all the time #tdatt #lee bodecker smut #hoedecker #hoedecker club #valentine's day fic #fanfiction #fanfic #lee bodecker x male!oc #lee bodecker x male!reader

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Over three thousand words later, but I've finally finished the next part of I Walk The Line, tomorrow y'all will be getting the Daddy!Lee X Babyboy content you deserve. Here is a preview

Lee relaxed into the neon lights and smokey atmosphere of the bar as he waited for his payment. Overhead, he heard the crash of pins falling over and the gears of the machine grinding to set them back up again rattled on. The rhythmic sounds were comforting, familiar to Lee for so many reasons just as the smell of popcorn eased his mind, seeped into every surface in the bar, even more so than spilled beer and cheap cigarettes.

This was his last stop of the day. He was ready to go home with his fattened up wallet to a cold-cut sandwich and a cool shower. Anything to cut through the heat before he laid in his bed and fought a different kind of heat. One that pooled in his dick as his mind inevitably wandered back to the town hero for the hundredth time.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the boy, couldn’t get that look out of his mind. He was so utterly beautiful, heavenly even when beaten down. Lee wondered more and more what he’d look like with tears in his eyes and a cock between those lips. He’d be at work, reading another report about a chopped up body being found in the river, and his mind would warp and twist until all he could picture was that boy, whole and ethereal, floating in the river calling out to Lee, begging him to join him in the cool water. The sheriff knew his little obsession would probably get him nowhere, but-

#sloth rambles #daddy!lee bodecker x babyboy #daddy!lee #babyboy #i walk the line #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x oc #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x male!oc #lee bodecker x male!reader

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Kingpin Baby Split

Kingpin Baby Split - I Walk The Line

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: dubcon (because someone's been on the whiskey), alcohol consumption, prostitution, degradation, daddy kink, slight obsession, flashbacks, one derogatory use of the word fairy, internalized homophobia, mention of scars, it's the 1960s.

Relationships: Lee Bodecker x Babyboy (Male!Reader/OC)

Word Count: 3700

Summary: Daddy Lee remembers when his dreams became reality

Playlist: I Walk The Line

A/N: It's finally here! I've only been writing this for like months... hehe. Anyway enjoy and let me know what you think.

The sound of rubber soles on perfectly waxed hardwood echoes around Lee. The cavernous gymnasium, all rickety bleachers and high ceilings, reminded him of a church. Well, there were certainly people in Meade who thought basketball was their religion. Spending all year preparing to worship at the altar of an orange ball.

He can feel the energy of the crowd, amped up and ready to burst as the game in front of him nearly reaches the halfway marker. Cheerleaders in short skirts and tight sweaters guide the color-coded congregation through ritualistic chants. All Lee can focus on right now though is Babyboy. His boy hollers plays, sending coded messages to his players as they race up and down the court in a last-ditch effort to score a few more points. He's in control, in command of the five-man unit trying to play a simple game of basketball, but to Lee? It looks like his angel is trying to command one of the armies of heaven.

The smell of concession stand popcorn wafts by Lee as a gaggle of girls walk up the old wooden bleachers. He's awash in a new kind of heat now, one that radiates from a set of spit slick lips and not the crowded gymnasium. His mind easily rolling him down the long lane to the bowling alley across town.

The summer heat had set in early, weighing heavily on the people's minds and bodies. The heat made people do crazy things, made them angry and dangerous where they otherwise would be rational. Lee was drowning in call-outs and arrest reports. He'd been neglecting his deals, unable to make regular checkups and pick-up payments because of the amount of work he's been swamped in. His own attitude was affected by it, the low lusty thrill of giving orders and being feared manifested itself into stones in his gut the less control he seemed to have over himself and others. He needed to be in control, craved it.

Cravings were nothing new to the sheriff. Between the cigarettes, whiskey, and candies he'd tell ya he knew what it meant to hunger and thirst for something that was no good for you, he knew what it was to fight your inner demons. He thought he knew withdrawal, the internal ache of not being able to have what your soul yearned for, but he was wrong.

If it was hot outside, the bar tucked in the basement of Lucky Lanes bowling alley was sweltering. The Tuesday night crowd was mostly regulars, older men who have told their wives ‘it’s bowling night honey, the team can’t compete without me’ and few unsavory men who’ll stick their dick in anything because they’re so lonely. It’s an easy lie for most of them now, one they’ve been doing most of their lives. Lee would rather be alone the rest of his life than have that look about him. That resigned, lost look that some of them have, shit some of them had even seen war and survived, but the real hell for them was living with their own guilt. All of them were living the same lie.

A glass of cola was placed in front of him by the bartender, one of the boyfriends of the guy who owns the bowling alley. Lee relaxed into the neon lights and smokey atmosphere of the bar as he waited for his payment. Overhead, he heard the crash of pins falling over and the gears of the machine grinding to set them back up again. The rhythmic sounds were comforting, familiar to Lee for so many reasons just as the smell of popcorn eased his mind, seeped into every surface in the bar, even more so than spilled beer and cheap cigarettes.

This was his last stop of the day. He was ready to go home with his fat wallet to a cold-cut sandwich and a cool shower. Anything to cut through the heat before he laid in his bed and fought a different kind of heat. One that pooled in his dick as his mind inevitably wandered back to the town hero for the hundredth time.

But then he saw the town hero stumble out of the bathroom after Jim. Jim, who had a smug, satisfied look on his face and a hitch in his giddy-up, while the younger man looked almost fucked out. Anger, possessive and unfounded, bristled up in Lee. He had no claim to the boy but seeing him with another man made his jaw clench. That was his angel.

“Gimme a whiskey, Clint, double please.”

His words slurred a bit, his eyes not really focusing on anything. He looked thinner, gaunt, and exhausted. The boy was clearly not taken care of himself. Lee’s hand twitched around his glass, fighting an urge to take the boy out of this dump and to get him something to eat.

“Kid, you’ve had enough for one night, don’t ya think?”

“I need to wash the taste outta my mouth, and he’s payin’,” the boy pointed at Jim, who had rejoined a table of men, all whispering and looking their way.

“I got this one, Clint,” Lee offered.

The bartender passed him a look, before pouring the amber liquor into a glass and passing it to the kid. Lee watched him, enraptured by the way he slumped into the bar three seats away. The neon lights glowing off his skin haloed his frame, made the boy look otherworldly and sinful and still pure to Lee despite what he now knew. The angel down the bar sipped on his whiskey, swished it around his mouth, coating his teeth and gums before swallowing the harsh liquid.

That fucked-out look faded after that first swallow. Whiskey had washed away whatever gumption the kid had about what he was doing. A forlorn facade, empty and guilty all at the same time, replaced the look. Lee watched shaking hands pull the crumpled bills from his breast pocket, carefully smooth out the paper and fold them neatly into a thin, battered wallet.

He caught Lee staring, not that he was really trying to hide it. The boy, devastatingly pretty and sad, captivated him. He wouldn’t deny that, and his obsession was only growing the closer to him he got.

“So Sheriff, you think buyin’ me a drink’ll get your dick wet, or are ya lookin’ ta ‘rest me?”

Lee took a drink of his cola, bubble erupting over his tongue and tickling his nose. The younger man had finished his whiskey, now rolling the empty glass between his palms in a motion that hypnotized Lee. He licked his lips, slow and deliberate before he answered.

“What would I have to arrest you for, Angel?”

He wanted the boy to admit he’d just sucked off some middle-aged shit bag in the bathroom. He wanted to know why he did it, was it for the money or for the thrill? Did he like the taste of cock or was he so desperate for cash he was willing to do just about anything to pay for his vices? Lee wasn’t really sure what he wanted the answer to be, he just knew he had to know.

They stared at each other, neither of them moving to close the gap or make a break for it. Lee got a bit lost in the way the boy bit his bottom lip. The way those plump lips looked slicked up with whiskey tainted spit. He could tell he’s being observed as well, but the angel three seats away from him was looking at him with a real hunger in his eyes. Lee couldn’t remember the last time anyone’s looked at him that way.

“Sheriff,” Clint pushed an envelope across the counter and broke the spell around them.

Lee just nodded to the man and got up, adjusting his belt and sucking in his gut some, before he spoke again.

“I’ll be seein’ ya, Angel, take it easy on the drinkin’.”

He wasn’t expecting the kid to follow him, he really wasn’t, but he had hoped he would. A small selfish part of Lee wanted the town hero to be just as obsessed with the big bad sheriff. He wanted what was too good to be true. He wanted that golden angel that could have whoever he wanted to want him. Any girl in town would spread her legs for that boy, but Lee wanted to spread his legs. Lee wanted to feel that sweet boy pussy wrapped around his dick. Lee wanted to ruin that angel.

“Sheriff, do you think I can get a ride home?”

Lee didn’t spare him a glance, just motioned with his hand for the kid to follow him. He opened the side door into the bowling alley, the popcorn smell assaulting his senses. His angel fell into a wobbly step next to him, tripping over nothing and bumping into his side. Lee gave him a look then swerved them into the concession stand. The harsh crackling and popping of kernels drowned out the words Lee spoke to the girl behind the counter. She was too busy staring at his tipsy angel to really do anything but nod. The boy was quiet now, but he accepted the hotdog handed over to him, while Lee paid for it and the packet of wild cherry Now and Laters.

Stepping outside revealed the night to be just as oppressive as it was inside, still and humid. Lee unwrapped a candy and popped it into his mouth to cover up the drool threatening to drip down the corner of his mouth. Maybe a hotdog hadn’t been a good idea, watching the boy eat it was bringing other images to his mind. One that involved him showing that boy exactly why his lips were made for sucking cock. Lee adjusted his duty belt, pulling up his trousers some, anything to relieve the slight ache and to do something with his hands.

By the time they made it to the cruiser, the hotdog wrapper was gone and his boy was sobering up some. He kept looking back at the bowling alley, then into the forest to their left, to Lee’s vehicle.

“You doin’ alright there Angel? Forget som’in?”

“I-uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Jus’ tired, I guess.”

Lee climbed into the cruiser, its metal frame creaking as he slid into the leather bench. His boy climbed into the passenger seat, barely, his whole frame stiff and as far away from Lee as he could get. He tried not to think too hard on what that meant, instead of focusing on lighting his cigarette before starting the engine. Lee just started driving, the two-way radio turned off, and the stereo playing some low bluegrass music. He knew where to go, he just wasn’t sure how he wanted to get there.

“You wanna smoke?” He asked, trying to squeeze something out of his angel while he had him all to himself, anything to fill in the gaps in Lee’s imagination.

“No, Sheriff, sir.”

“You can just call me Lee,” he inhaled slowly, “I’m off duty.”

The cherry glow of the cigarette between his lips didn’t provide enough light to see the boy’s reaction, but he heard the sigh, the shifting of fabric as he relaxed into the seat. The rest of the drive went by in silence, except for the burning sounds of tobacco and occasional hum from the passenger side. Lee stopped at a fork in the road, left sending them up the hill to finish the trip or right, taking them somewhere else. Lee flicked the cigarette out the window into the gravel.

“You still livin’ up with your pa?”

There was a pause, Lee saw the tension forming over his angel’s brow. “For now.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

Lee turned right before he’d even registered the subtle shake of his head. He drove without a thought of where to go, ending up at the lake that bordered the county line. He parked the cruiser on a bank overlooking the water and leaned back. It was a known makeout point, a place horny teens came out to for necking parties and skinny dipping. He wondered if his angel knew that.

“I-Sheriff,” his voice faltered. “You-”

“I busted up a coupla high schoolers here the other night,” Lee interrupted. “But ain’t no one round tonight I guess. You ever come up here when you were in school?”

“No,” he rushed out. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Just blowin’ old dick in a dirty bathroom?”

He couldn’t stop himself, the words coming out of his mouth before he could think of something better to say. Maybe he just wanted to see the boy get flustered. Maybe he just wanted to twist the knife deeper into his chest at the thought of someone else using his boy.

“That’s- what, no,” he tried to deny it, but Lee knew better. He saw the way his angel clammed up, rubbing his neck and not looking him in the eye. “That’s different.”

“How is that different?” He stared, a smirk forming on his own lips while the younger man squirmed in his seat. That familiar thrill of control bubbled in his gut.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “It ain’t like what I’m doin’ really matters, just needed some money.”

“It seemed like it mattered to you in the bar,” Lee gave him a hard look. “You sure you’re okay, Baby?”

He let the question hang, the sound of the water lapping at the beach made the air around them seem thicker. The broken, wet sounds that came from his angel clawed at something inside him. If he were a better man, those glistening eyes probably wouldn’t make him hard, but Lee isn’t better. He just wishes those tears came from somewhere else, a different kind of ache that he could fix. Not the one weighing so heavily on his boy’s shoulders. Sorrow wasn’t a good look on his angel, he was a glorious being who should shine even with darkness surrounding him.

Lee didn’t even think about it. The act of pulling the smaller man into his shoulder, holding his head right to his neck while he sobbed was natural, second nature to him even though he ain’t held another person like that since his mama’s funeral. His arms wrapped around his boy, holding him, feeling the sharp bones under the thin t-shirt wore. He let his angel cling to him, savored the way he felt so different and so right. It didn’t even occur to him that pulling that thin frame into his lap was going too far. He just needed to comfort his baby.

“Sshh, Angel, Baby, c’mon, it’s alright. Ya ain’t got nothin’ to cry ‘bout.”

“You don’-on’t get it, ya ain’t a fuckin’ fairy.”

The words felt like a slap to the face. Did he not realize the position they were in? Did he not feel Lee’s cock straining against the thick fabric of his pants? Lee gripped the back of his baby’s neck, squeezed, and yanked at him until he was looking him in the eye. The tears continued to leak from his angel eyes and Lee smirked. How could he not? Those wet tracks were making a beeline straight for his plump, sinful lips that really were just the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

Lee took advantage of situations, was always working an angle to make things better for himself. It’s how he got elected Sheriff. He was a selfish and greedy man. He took what he wanted in this life because sure as fuck was no one going to give it to him.

So he took what he wanted from the town hero, stole a kiss from the angel crying in his lap.

He tasted the salty tears and whiskey still tainted his lips, the alcohol on his breath just as intoxicating as the feeling of making a dream come true. Lee let his hand fall down his baby’s back, let it caress him tenderly before he got to his ass. His hand squeezed the meat of it, smiling into the kiss at the little whimper getting trapped in his baby’s throat. He pulled him down, as flush to Lee as he could get, and held him there. When he licked at the seam of his baby’s lips, Lee felt him pull back.

“Where you tryna run off to, Babyboy?” Lee whispered, nosing his cheek, teasing the smooth skin with his own stubble.

“I ain’t,” he breathed heavily, fists clenching tighter into Lee’s shirt like he wasn’t really sure he was holding on to him. “Jus’- jus’ ain’t ever been kissed before.”

“Oh, Angel,” Lee sighed, feeling the lust roll like waves over him, making him ache with desire. “I bet ya ain’t ever been with a real man before have ya baby? Just abusin’ that sweet mouth of yours with some dirty dick. S’not what ya want those is it Babyboy?”

There was stutter, hips jerking forward just enough to reveal that his baby’s cock was hard and wanting just like his.

“Tell me what ya want, Angel, and I’ll give it to ya.”

“Can we kiss again?”

Such an innocent request, murmured against Lee’s lips like a secret, shouldn’t make him go so crazy, but it did.

“S’at all ya wanna do Baby? You wanna have me kissing on ya for a little bit longer? You don’t want me to make you feel good all over?” Lee moved his hand from Babyboy’s ass to the front of his jeans and pressed down on his cock. “Cause I think you’re wantin’ somethin’ more.”

Babyboy nodded, eyes closed and tilting his head to the side trying to get his lips back on Lee.

“Say it, Baby,” he commanded, squeezing his hand around his baby’s cock until he gasped.

“I don’t know,” he whimpered. “Just, please, touch me.”

Lee took some pity on his baby, can’t let his baby suffer too much when things were still so new for him. He captured that addictive bottom lip between his teeth and tugged Babyboy forward just enough to have him tipping forward into Lee and losing some of his balance. Their mouth crashed together, that hungry look in the bar came back to Lee’s mind as a tongue now slipped into his mouth. It was sloppy, too much spit if that were even possible, but he didn’t care. He was more focused on snapping open the button of his angel’s jeans. He pulled and tugged until his fist was fully wrapped around Babyboy’s cock.

“Aw, Angel, Baby,” Lee mouthed at his jaw, nipping at the sharp edge of it and kissing the sting away. “Your pretty lil prick is already leaking all over my hand.”

Babyboy couldn’t do much more than whimper, his hips jerked while he tried to fuck his hand. Lee squeezed, twisted his fist just enough to tease him some more. He wanted to look at the cock burning his hand, wanted to taste the precum dribbling from the tip, wanted to devour his angel. Lust was boiling in his gut now, making it difficult to think of much else. He couldn’t stop the words streaming from his mouth as his baby got off on his lap.

“That’s it Babyboy, fuck Daddy’s hand with that little dick, keep grindin’ that sweet peach of yours onto my cock Baby. Shit, you’re a sensitive little thing ain’t ya? Can’t stop moanin’ like the whore you was tryna be. Don’t you worry Baby, Daddy’s gotcha now. He’ll treat you just like you deserve Angel.”

“Sh-eriff,” Babyboy stuttered, eyes half-lidded and lips swollen. “I-"

"Ya gonna cum, Baby? Ya that easy, Angel? Daddy's just had to touch on your pretty cock for a few minutes before you were bustin'."

"She-sheriff, Le-e," he whimpered, Lee caught the glimmer of fresh tears in his eyes and sweat dripping from his hairline.

Lee licked a trail to Babyboy's ear before whispering, "who's gonna make you cream all over yourself Angel, Baby? Who's gonna ruin ya like ya deserve?"

"Daddy."

The world shattered around Lee. The wet gasp of a word, filled with passion and need, still echoes around his mind. It was easy to get lost in old memories like that, secret rendezvous and sloppy suck jobs. Though those memories were precious, held close to his heart, Lee preferred their relationship now.

He loves getting to hold his Babyboy close in an evening, whispering comforting words into his ear as he falls asleep. He loves getting to take his Angel apart slowly, worship every bump and scar on him until he was begging for more. He loves getting to hear his Baby scream for him, squealing and moaning while his Daddy fucks him like it’ll be the last time.

A buzzer overhead goes off and announces the end of the game. Lee can't believe he's completely lost the last half of the game, but on the scoreboard, he can see they won. Babyboy is shaking hands with the opposing team’s coach and Lee is trying to hide the fact he's half hard. Daydreaming like that will get him trouble one day he's sure of it. He waves to some of the guys from the diner when he gets up to leave. As he puts his hat on to leave the gym, he catches Babyboy's eyes and tosses him a wink. He'll see him soon and then the victory celebration can really start.

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Blessed By His Angel

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: dom/sub, heavy daddy kink, pet names (babyboy, baby, angel), handcuffs, a sprinkling of angst, religious imagery, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it, pals), subspace, poor proofreading

Relationships: Lee Bodecker x Male!Reader/OC

Word Count: 2464

Summary: Daddy Lee knows what’s best, don’t fight it Babyboy.

Playlist: I Walk The Line

A/N: Fuck knows how I was able to write this, it’s almost not even smut anymore. Maybe I’m just desensitized. I don’t know. Please, someone, tell me my hyper fixation was worth it.

The first time Lee see’s him, that very first time, it sticks in his mind. Not because it was what really led to their current position, no it sticks because he remembers that look in his boy’s eyes. So devoid of anything despite the fanfare surrounding him upon his return home from the war. He looked bruised, broken, utterly demolished by the hand life had dealt him surrounded by fireworks and confetti and pretty girls.

Hero Returns: Honorably Discharged after Search and Rescue Mission.That was what the headline for the paper read once he was safely back on US soil. His boy was a hero, a self-sacrificing kid who served his country and nearly gave his life for it. The kind of kid girls lined up for just for the chance that he’d smile at them. Praying he’d bat his ridiculously long eyelashes at them or even give them the time of day. His boy practically fucking glowed with redemption and atonement. He was so pure, like a saving grace to all those who came in contact with him.

Except for Lee.

No, that wasn’t true, you just can’t save those already damned. And maybe that was why Lee took such great pleasure in taking apart his angel in the back seat of his cruiser almost every night. Maybe that’s why Lee had no qualms about the weeks he spent dreaming and jerking off to his boy before they’d even spoken a single word to each other. Maybe that’s why Lee was so fucking gone for this boy.

He’d known for a long time he was damned. That his soul was as black as a person’s could get and he lived with that. The greed, the killing, and everything else he’d ever done to get where he needed to was really nothing compared to the way he coveted his boy. How he wanted to claim and mark and consume his Babyboy all the time. How he wanted everyone in the godforsaken county to know that he fucked their hero until he was boneless and dumb and begging to cum on Lee’s fat cock.

The way he laid in that big ole bed, alone, for weeks with his cock in hand all slicked up with vaseline, kinda like it was now. But jerking it to just a picture in his mind was nothing compared to the real thing. Right now, he was slathering his raw cock in grease and lining himself up with his boy’s sweet pussy while he stared into his Babyboy’s pretty wet eyes. He looked completely gone in a way that was the complete opposite of that first time. Babyboy’s body is lit up, heated, coated in a thin sheen of sweat just like the windows of the cruiser are coated in condensation. His eyes are glossy, glazed over with lust and love and desperation. His cheeks were warm to the touch and his lips wet cause he can’t stop licking them.

“Daddy, please,” his Babyboy whimpers.

Slurs really because Lee has spent the past hour with his lips wrapped around his boy’s adorable little cock and at least one finger in his tight hole. Working him up so he’d drop into that special place only Lee could get him into. That place that turned his guilt-ridden, tempest mess of a mind into a cotton candy dreamland that wanted nothing but the experience of the rapture that Daddy gave him. That place that made him forget his own secret darkness that only Lee got to see.

“C’mon Babyboy, you can do better than that, ya know how I like to hear your pretty voice call out for me.”

His boy sounds better than any choir of angels when he’s so love drunk he can barely string together a sentence. Lee’s addicted to this side of his boy. When the flustered, controlled, shy, young man is so far gone to anything but the pleasure coursing through him and his daddy’s sickly sweet voice. Lee bends forward and captures one of his nipples between his teeth, his boy’s always sensitive there, always gasps and hisses at his daddy when he plays his body like a fiddle. The choked-out cry that leaves him now? It’s a sound that Lee wants to hear when he breathes his last breath before he was dragged to the pits of Hell.

“I can’t- I need- Daddy.”

“What’s a matter, baby love? Cat got your tongue? Or,” Lee pushes the tip of his cock right up against his boy’s pussy, feels the rings of muscle flutter as his breath hitches, “you so sweet on me already you can’t think straight?”

All he gets for that is a furious nod and his Babyboy’s eyes being squeezed closed tight, which his boy knows he ain’t supposed to do. Daddy’s not got a lot of rules, but one of the big ones is eye contact and letting him see just what he does to his baby. His wrists are still cuffed to the door, the metal digging into his delicate skin in a way that will leave them marked for days, his nails digging into the palm of his hands, and that all makes Lee’s eyes narrow. Something ain’t right, something more is happening tonight and it’s his boy fighting what will ultimately be inevitable because he’d force Babyboy into that sweet spot if he has to because fuck if they don’t both need it.

He taps his boy on the cheek before leaning back on his knees.

“I know you ain’t that dumb Babyboy, what’s goin’ on in that pretty head?”

“Goddamn it, Lee just fuck me already. I swear-”

He grabs his boy’s dick, hard, until he’s getting the eye contact he wants from him. His fist covers the full length of it, a fact he knows his Babyboy loves and he seems to be fighting back the urge to melt into it, to cum without permission, because he still wants to be Daddy’s good boy, and Lee sees how his stomach clenches, how he bites his bottom lip. He waits for those watery eyes to meet his again and then he really sees it and something snaps between them.

Lee doesn’t ease into him, doesn’t take things teasingly slow like he normally does, doesn’t even check that Babyboy is still loose because he doesn’t care. The plan of softly fucking his boy into oblivion is tossed right the fuck out the window. This isn’t worshipping at the altar of their desire any more, no more soft touches and praises and promises. He is going to make his boy lament, repent, and beg for penance until he learns that Daddy doesn’t fuck around with this shit he’s trying to pull.

For a moment, Lee savors the feeling of his cock fully seated in his boy’s tight, hot cunt, the way it resists and spasms because Lee is all but carving out his insides to make room for his cock. And his angel, his Babyboy, chokes and wails. The sound bouncing off the leather and doors of the cruiser, making a perfect psalm to his ears as he starts moving his hips, starts thrusting with enough force behind it that it shakes the cruiser. His hand is still wrapped around that pretty cock, keeping it safe while Daddy wrecks his sloppy hole. Lee’s other hand grips the side of his boy’s neck, thumb tucked under his jaw to make sure those tear-filled eyes are on him the whole time, ain't no excuse to look away now. He was gonna watch his boy fall apart if it was the last damn thing he did.

“This what ya wanted, Babyboy? Huh? Daddy been too good t’ya? Had to run your fuckin’ mouth?”

Lee smirked, breathing heavily through his nose, while his boy can barely make a goddamn sound. He keeps opening his mouth like he’s trying to do more than moan like a whore but he can’t, and if that just ain’t a fucking invitation. His hand slides up just enough to hook his thumb into that waiting hole and damn if his boy ain’t trained just right cause his lips close around it instantly, tongue pressed right up against it and cheek hollowing out as he suckles. Daddy doesn’t slow down though, he keeps up the violent pace even when his back gets sore and sweat droplets appear on his forehead.

But his angel ain’t there yet, he ain’t toothache sweet yet, so Lee does the two things he knows will do it.

He pulls all the way out, thumb and cock, and Babyboy tries to follow him with his whole body, but the cuffs rattle and keep him in place, laid out on the leather backbench. Lee’s cock aches. He’s been hard since he saw his boy come out of the tree line in those tight jeans, the ones that he’d clearly outgrown while he was away but ain’t gotten rid of because he knows Daddy likes the way they make his ass look. God, does he just want to keep plowing into Babyboy until his vision whites out and he can swear he sees Saint Peter’s pearly gates.

That’s not what he needs, though. It’s not what Babyboy needs. So instead, he catches his breath, tightens his grip around that little cock that’s leaked all over his fingers, and starts flicking his wrist. He maneuvers his body so his thick, heavy cock is resting right next to his boy’s, so he can see how much effort his Daddy put into fucking him just how he needs and to show him just how much Daddy is in control.

“Daddy,” his voice has gone all high pitched, choking a bit when Lee runs his thumb over the slit. “M’gon-gonna-”

Lee hums knowingly. His boy can’t get the rest of the words out, he tries, and Lee cooes and nods along, laying down a thick layer of sugary nothings.

“I know ya are, baby love, and Daddy wants to watch. I wanna see this pretty cock cum all over ya. Let go for me Babyboy, be Daddy’s good boy, you can do it, let go and give it to Daddy.”

His whole body hitches, the muscles seize up and Lee knows if he was buried deep in that pussy, he’d have cum too, unable to control himself anymore. Babyboy’s painted his stomach, his chest, and Daddy’s hand with cum, but Lee hasn’t stopped moving his fist. He’s a bit gentler now, but his baby is whimpering and loose all over. When Lee slides home now, it’s like that first time. Both of them groan and he lets his forehead fall onto his baby’s, not caring about the sweat or mess getting on him because he can feel the fight literally be fucked right out of his boy. Lee kisses his mouth, lazily thrusts his tongue into his mouth and he just feels and sinks into his angel.

“Goddamn, love fuckin’ your little wet pussy, Babyboy, love when you get all soft for me, sweeter than big ole dollop’a hot fudge on a sundae. Just wanna fuck drown in ya, so goddamn hungry for ya. You gonna be sweet for Daddy?”

Lee watches his tongue glide across his already spit slick lips before he responds. He is a patient Daddy, know’s he gotta nudge and wad through the molasses when his boy is almost there.

“Yeah, Daddy, please, please just need ya, promise, I’ll be good for ya.” His breathing is ragged, but his voice soft.

“You gonna let Daddy take care a ya?”

Lee grinds his hips up, pushing his cock a bit deeper and brushing right up against his boy’s prostate, just to give him a tease.

“Yes,” he keens, tears leaking from his eyes.

He fucks his angel until Lee almost believes he could be saved, pounding into his tight, slick hole like that was the source of his salvation. His boy is slurring his name like a drunkard's prayer, like if he keeps begging Daddy enough, that if he keeps clenching down hard enough and kisses all sweet on Daddy’s jaw and cheek and mouth, he’ll find that relief he needs. Lee can tell he’s nearly there, feels the signs that his boy is about to hit cotton candy dreamland when the kisses become more opened mouth and one of his boy’s legs slide right off the seat cause he just can’t use his muscles anymore.

“Daddy wants you to cum again baby love,” he groans, angling his hips up even further so every time he drags his cock in and out that pussy he hits that gooey spot his boy loves so much. “Fuck, look at those tears, so goddamn pretty, my fuckin’ angel is what you are. Daddy’s angel baby who likes havin’ his pussy just fuckin’ destroyed.”

There’s a chorus of yours, Daddy, and whimpering before Lee feels a weak dribble of cum and swears his dick is just about squeezed off by the force of his baby’s orgasm. He doesn’t try to hold back anymore. His boy is crying, so over-sensitive that pain and pleasure are running circles around his fuzzy head. Lee’d stake his career on the fact that Babyboy has no clue his eyes are closed again because he’s just that fucking gone and he’s blubbering out total nonsense now, but the word that rings out in Lee’s ear is love and that sends him hurtling over the edge to crash into that heavenly feeling of filling his boy up.

Lee drops his head into the crook of his boy's neck, breaths in that sweat-drenched sweet scent that makes his dick twitch even now, and blindly reaches for the keys he tucked into the ashtray in the door. He frees his baby’s wrists, rubbed raw now from just how aggressive they’d gotten. He was sure he’d never hear the end of that one tomorrow at the diner. Lee moves his lighter body around easily until his Babyboy is straddling his lap, his face tucked right up against Daddy’s neck and hands pressed right over Daddy’s hammering heart. He doesn’t care if they get sticky, knows that when they part ways for the night he’ll pretend to be annoyed about the tacky feeling of something stuck in his chest hair, but really? Lee likes to bring home a little bit of his boy with him, even if it’ll just get showered off in the morning because it makes him feel less alone in his bed. His hands smooth over the scarred skin of his baby’s back while he peppers sweet kisses onto his shoulder.

“Love you, Daddy.”

The words murmured and wet and cling to Lee’s skin and for a moment, he’s blessed by his angel.

“Love you too Babyboy.”

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