#sheriff daddy bodecker

[littlelioncub43]

Ok for murderer Monday 😶‍🌫️

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

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

Home Remedies

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

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

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

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

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

Kisses 💋

—K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn't stand a chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he did.

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[pete-brenner]

Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker The Devil All the Time (2020)

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

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

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

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

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

[vellicore]

Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker

The Devil All the Time (2020)

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Lee Bodecker

Cheating

🧡 “You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”

Pretty please 🥹

muahahahahahha yes

All the right questions

Warnings: dubcon, alcohol consumption, angst, cheating on both sides, being addicted to one another even though you know it's bad for you, getting sorta caught, pushy!Lee, implied smut (past and future), this got a little The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, unedited

Relationship: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

The liquor burned. You should have stopped drinking an hour ago and gone home. Your husband, for all his bullshit, will have called your office by now and the switchboard will have told him nobody was there.

But it would have been the same question as always. 'You makin' dinner before or after cards?' Never questions of when will you be home, you alright honey, you missin' me as much as I'm missin' you right now?

Lee asked all the right questions. Had from the first night at his wife's platter party. Everyone had too much to drink, your husband had been out back smoking one of his nasty cigars with a few of the other men. Florence, or Jane-Lee's wife, was in the kitchen with a few of her friends. You weren't exactly sure how it was just you and Lee in the front room. But for a whole 15 minutes, it was just the two of you, completely absorbed. His hand on your knee with your eyes glued to his pink flushed lips.

And 15 minutes was all it took for the addiction to set in. That little moment, when you had his absolute attention was all you needed to be swayed. Bumping into each other became phone calls and whispers became lunches and kissing in alleys became quick and dirty fucks whenever you could get it.

Except she knew now. Lee's wife. You refused to learn her name, make her a real person because it ruined the illusion, the sneaking around. You were calling it off now. She didn't know it was you, Lee just called saying she found a pair of your panties in his cruiser. Your stomach had dropped into your shoes and you immediately went to the bar. The truth getting out would ruin your lives.

In the beginning, the risk of being caught and the knowledge that you both belonged to someone else was thrilling. It made everything feel stronger, the fucking and the emotions alike. Made the whispers over the phone and in the back seat all the more romantic. You couldn't tell which way was up and that suited you. There was never any of the politics either, you didn't have to act a certain way and neither did Lee.

You drained your martini and stumbled out of the bar. The walk home would clear your mind and being alone is what you really need. Maybe you should take stock of yourself and really think about what you were going to do with your future. Break up with Lee was only going to be the first step.

Speak of the devil though, and he'd likely appear. The cruiser was parked right there in your drive when you got home. Lee leaned against your front porch smoking a cigarette. His gaze dropped to you and your tummy feels like butterfly and spun sugar even though you wish it didn't anymore. He stubbed out his smoke on your porch railing and threw the butt in the bush like it was no big deal.

"Sheriff." You gripped your bag tight and tried to squeeze by the man.

"Honey, you know what callin' me that does. Don't get me started before we can talk." Lee grabbed your arm, keeping you trapped on your pork for all the world to see.

"There ain't nothing to say." You glared at him, tried to muster up as much as anger as you could. "We ain't nothing."

His fingers flexed, gripped your soft flesh hard as he gave you a shake. Before you could yank yourself free, he was on you. His lips, the ones your whole body has memorised, smashed against yours. Lee's other hand wrapped your nape to keep you locked to him. Not that you'd really fight him. Your knees were on the verge of buckling and your mouth was already opening up, letting his tongue lick and stroke against yours. As much as you knew how calling him sheriff riled him up, that hand at the back of your neck made all the sense leave your body.

"Don't lie to me, darlin'. Don't you ever fuckin' lie to me." His ragged breath fanned over your cheek. "This ain't nothing?"

He kissed you again, pressed your whole body back against your front door. Lee's body was warm and giving, his soft belly and his smooth cheeks plain perfection. Without thought your hands went to his belt, your fingers following muscle memory more than you will. Your body was ready for him, always ready for Lee to fuck you, own you in away you had needed for so long. Your mind just needed to forget about that day.

"I don't want this." You said the words anyway. The lie was sour on your tongue, but you couldn't stop it from pouring out.

"Honey." Lee's voice turned almost sickly sweet, a touch condescending and patronising that should make your blood boil but all it did was make you ache. His hands rucked up your skirt until his fingers rubbed the damp spot in your panties. "You don't want this? Then why is my pussy so fuckin' wet for me right now?"

Your only answer was to let him in, into your head, into your house, into the bed your husband shared with you every night. It didn't matter what he said, or what you did. No matter how rough Lee fucked you, claimed your mind, body, and soul, you would never be his. You would never be Lee's wife because then you'd just be waiting for the other woman to appear. The newer model of you. Lee would never be your husband because then you'd fall into the same problems now. The spark would die and you'd be trapped in a marriage you regretted. You didn't belong to each other, truly, and that's what made these highs so worth it. That's what made the fear and hurt worth the risk. The spark of something different.

You didn't hear the slamming of the car door over the sound of the mattress. Your moans only grew louder the closer you got to cumming. You were so close. Harder, harder, harder.

[treatbuckywkisses]

—Lee Bodecker in the fall

hello sweet friends i have written a blurb i suppose to this moodboard i made the other day !! just silly little thoughts while making it / looking at it ☺️ special thanks to my loves @sweetdreamsbuck and @intrepidacious for supporting me, encouraging and inspiring me<3

Lee would say he doesn't care about the weather, " 'S all the same to me, Sweetheart." But you know he loves when the leaves shrivel up and crunch under the weight of his steps. Adoring that soft smile on his face as you stroll around outside in silence, listening for the leaves breaking apart beneath you.

You know he loves when it starts getting cooler and he stops breaking a sweat from standing outside for more than five minutes. (not that you can blame him though, the heat makes everyone irritable.)

He's told you he loves when you refuse to ruin your outfits by wearing a jacket only to freeze your ass off as the night goes on. You always end up with him peeling your favorite leather jacket off his body and wrapping you up in it. Wrapping you up in him.

Lee loves to complain about how the little shops ruin perfectly good coffee, almost as much as he loves the taste of that pumpkin spice nonsense from your mouth as he kisses you.

He loves taking you down to the apple orchard. He says it's for you, but it's just as much for him. Lee never misses a chance to show you off. It's why he can never say no when you suggest a picnic. You sitting pretty, soaking in the little warmth the sunlight has left to give before winter, hanging on his arm when that just isn't enough.. You're like a dream. So soft and vivid. Everything he could ever want.

Lee would say he doesn't care about the weather, but you know better.

[tuiccim]

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Is there a fic you posted that you wish had gotten a bit more attention? Share the fic, please. ❤️

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Solace- This started as a one shot and grew. It's angsty AF but also fun and funny. It features Bucky Barnes, Brian Falsworth, a love triangle, lots of feels, and even more shenanigans.

A Scarred Enigma- I know this is not as popular because it's an OC but I love the character development in it. It has Bucky Barnes, fears, feels, and goes out with a bang.

The Taming of the Sheriff- Last but not least, I love this absolutely unhinged story. Written with my friend, @weekendgothgirl and featuring our love for a Villain Reader who is a baddie with bloodlust and the psychotic relationship she pulls Lee Bodecker (played by Sebastian Stan in The Devil All the Time) into. It's full of fun!

[navybrat817]

A little treat for an amazing friend who always encourages and supports me, and motivated me to finally edit that monstrosity of a rough draft I was complaining about:

“You’re the law around here.”

Another wave of dizziness flashed through you and Lee came even closer, trapping you against the counter, the lapels of his leather jacket brushing against your flimsy nightclothes.

A single finger traced slowly from your temple to your jaw and then below upto the pulse in your throat as his head dipped low.

You heard him inhale deeply against your collarbone, lips ghosting over the juncture at your neck and shoulder and your eyelids fluttered shut.

“‘S’right, little light. And that makes all the difference.”

Now I just have to write the rest of the story, no big deal 🤡😭 *sobs into pillow like a Disney princess*

Ahh! I'm so proud of you, Aqua! And listen. That little treat you just bestowed upon me has me biting my lip and wanting more. You're amazing and I'm cheering you on!

And where is my reverse Uno card for your support and friendship? ❤️

Love and thanks! ❤️

[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

[sweeterthanthis]

Stepdad!Lee picking you up from your graduation after party and giving you the perfect gift. The kind of gift he’s been aching to give you since you came home from college during the Holidays the year before. The kind of gift that’ll have you hooked. 

That’s it. That’s the thot. 

[chasingmidnights]

I love how this turned out!

[littlelioncub43]

Ok ok ok K for murderer Monday pls pls pls imagine:

Lee, Lee being antsy and horny all day and just as he's clocking out something comes up and he's late and by the time he gets home he's just crazed he opens the door and throws you over the nearest surface and has his way with you, just about the roughest he's ever been, taking out all his frustrations, and you think it's one round but no, he keeps going, going, going, keeps going till he literally collapses, no aftercare even because he's literally collapsed on you, in you, and you're pinned and not going anywhere

And for an encore: pls imagine Random eating you out, just glued to you, tongue fucking you as he humps the bed and whimpers into you, looking up at you through his lashes, and you can't help it you pull his hair and slap him while his tongue is in you and he lets out the deepest groan into you, eyes rolling back and just coming all over the bed, and still his mouth is going at you, devouring you-

Thank you for the opportunity, I shall now show myself out 💗

🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 fuck me

The drive home was infinitely longer than he remembered it being. Lee practically kicked the door down, barely remembering to lock it behind him as he sewrched the house for you. He found you in the bedroom putting away his neatly folded laundry— perfect.

"Hi, hone—" the words are barely out of your mouth before his tongue is shoved down your throat and his large hands scoop you up. A surprised squeak is all you manage before he's dropping you on the bed and ripping open your dress with a hungry growl.

There's no words exchanged, just heavy gasps of air and sighs as he strips you both down as fast as he possibly can. With a wordless grunt, Lee slides two thick fingers into your pussy, moaning happily at the heat of your walls around his fingers, his cock twitching needily. In quick thrusts, he works you open, eager to be inside of you as soon as possible.

You moan as his fingers fill you, relaxing back into the bed. Another surprised yelp tears from your lips when he flips you over on to your stomach, your ass high in the air as he pulls his fingers from you. You feel his dick gliding through your slick wetness for a brief moment before Lee was pushing into you in one swift motion.

A shared moan vibrates through the room, the full feeling lasting only for a moment before he sets a brutal pace. Animalistic grunts and growls flow freely from your husband's lips as he fucks you into the mattress. It's quick, it's hard, it's everything he needs it to be.

Lee feels his high coming fast but pays it no mind, chasing the release with reckless abandon. His bruising grip holds you in place as he cums inside you with a loud groan, his hips stilling for a quick moment before you feel his pace picking back up, fucking his cum deeper and deeper. His moans are ragged and higher in pitch due to his sensitivity, but the need to keep going overrides any logical thought in him.

You on the other hand, can barely think at all. Words are lost on you as he pounds into you from behind, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs in the form of blissed out moans. You loved when he was like this, crazed and needy, too far gone in his primal need for your body that he can't seem to think about anything except you.

It seems to last for hours, and it does. You both lose count of how many times you've cum, each one more delicious than the last. A messy pile of sweaty limbs tangled on the king sized bed, Lee's strong pudgy body collapsed on top of yours as he keeps rutting into you. He can feel exhaustion nipping at his heels, his muscles ache, his eyes tired and unfocused from rolling back in his skull so many times. You lay underneath him, weakly gripping the sheets, further gone than he is, one heavy thrust away from completely passing out.

Finally, with a weak, pitiful whimper, Lee cums for the last time. You can barely feel the two or three pathetic spurts of cum that fill you, but you do feel Lee's body relaxing completely into you, the heft of him bearing down on you comfortably, offering a soothing touch after hours of rough fucking. He'd take care of you tomorrow, but right now, all you can fo is sleep.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

I'm starting up taglists AGAIN! Let me know if you want to be added.

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡

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

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

♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping

(SERIES ONGOING)

If you want to be added to a taglist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

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

⇨ Chapter One

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

⇨ Chapter Two

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

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.

[nickfowlerrr]

Would you rather:

Walk in on dbf!Lee pleasuring himself to your pictures or have Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode while he’s fucking you 💞

it's no secret

pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. reader is at minimum 25 but there's still an age gap. male masturbation. unprotected smut. lee being referred to as "daddy". honestly not as nasty as i was originally imagining this to be, and not as forbidden as most dbf tropes should probably be lol sorry.

words: 3.7k

notes: i was gonna say bucky, i really was, but then i got to thinking, and suddenly my fingers got to typing, and now here we are lol. pls enjoy.

thank you in advance for reading! comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated.

You were essentially blackmailed into coming along on this weekend trip to the family cabin by your dad. A promise that he wouldn't tell your mom about your holiday plans, and how they didn't involve you coming home this year, in exchange for your presence on this "family" trip. 

Unfortunately, your father failed to mention the last minute change of plans that included a few more people than you were prepared for staying at the cabin with you. 

Your room was yours, but all the other ones were now taken by family friends; some you knew, and some you'd only just met. As annoyed as you were at the number of people around, the presence of one in particular kept you from loading up your car and faking a work emergency to head back to your apartment in the city.

Lee Bodecker was a relatively new friend of your dad's, but his impression was lasting to say the least.

He was tall and thick, had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and the beginnings of crow's feet around them that only added to his attractiveness; you couldn’t deny that his age and respectability were part of what held your attention. His chestnut hair was dark with gray that shone through around his hairline and the badge he wore on his belt caught your eye, too. A sheriff. Hm. He had this air about him, this unspoken confidence and a powerful, authoritative presence that had you just a little more than interested in the man.

You had met a few weeks back at your dad's birthday party. He had caught you staring at him from across the room as he spoke to a group of people crowded around him, while you were sitting on the couch alone, nursing your soda and watching the party go on around you.

You hadn’t meant to stare, didn't even realize you were, until his sapphire eyes met yours. The twitch of a smirk playing on his lips as he returned your gaze sent a thrill up your spine, but you simply looked away, taking a sip from your drink as you crossed your legs and got more comfortable on the sofa.

You felt his eyes on you for a moment longer before the heavy weight of his gaze fell away. It wasn't long after that that a heavy weight soon fell next to you on the loveseat. 

Most of the guests, and your parents, were drunk as the party continued all around you, no one paying much of any attention to you or Lee as you sat right up against one another.

You set your drink on the side table before you turned slightly with a raised brow to your unexpected company.

“Hope you don’t mind me comin over, darlin’,” he began easily, “you looked a little lonely sittin here by yourself.”

His arm moved to stretch across the back of the couch, inviting you in closer to him than you already were.

“Did I?” you questioned. “Well, I appreciate you tearing yourself away from your enraptured audience just to offer me some company.”

You and Lee spoke for a long while, his charm effortless, his hand wandering, and that damn lopsided smirk never faltering as he flirted and teased you with fleeting touches… his big, warm palm sliding up your exposed thigh, under the tight material of your dress in a game of chicken until he was reluctantly pulled away from you by the badgering of your dad and his drunken friends, needing Lee to recount the story you were sure they’d all hear a million times by now. 

You had had enough yourself for one night, so adjusted the hem of your dress that would have been riding up your thick thighs regardless, and grabbed your purse and keys.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” you said as you moved past him to get to your dad first, needing to say your goodbyes to your parents before you left.

“You will,” Lee rumbled in his reply, his voice a little deeper now than it had been earlier as he watched you walk in front of him, the view leaving him licking his lips as he fought to keep his hands to himself.

And he was right. 

You weren’t expecting him to be here this weekend, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 

All day had been spent with you both stealing glances at one another and trying repeatedly to get close, only for someone to come by and ruin any chance you had to even speak. 

It wasn’t until that night that you finally had some alone time with Lee.

Your parents were leading a hike up the mountain to see the stars that everyone wanted to join in on. Everyone but you two.

Lee had said goodnight to the group as they started getting ready to take off while you hung back, making sure everyone had everything they’d need. You helped spray your mom’s friend’s kids with bug repellent and double checked the flashlight batteries on the bigger lights before giving your portable phone charger to your dad, just in case, before the group of them left for their hike.

You were surprisingly giddy as you watched them all take off down the path. You waited a few minutes, making sure no one was gonna change their minds about the long night hike and turn around. You did a quick look around the cabin to ensure it really was just you and Lee and when you were satisfied, you went to your room to change into something more…easily accessible. 

You fussed over your hair needlessly for a minute in the bathroom before adjusting the straps of your night slip.

As you padded down the hallway from your room to the one Lee was staying in, you slowed when you heard noise coming from his direction.

The closer you got, the more the anticipation built as you realized what it was you were hearing.

Lee’s grunts and moans filled the empty hallway and had your pussy fluttering as your heart pounded. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing desire but it did little to satisfy you as his voice only rose. 

When you were at the door, you realized that it wasn’t completely closed. He’d left it ajar.

You saw the glow of his phone from over his shoulder as he sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from the door.

You didn’t have to guess to know what it was he was doing, his fist moving tortuously over his thick cock as he pumped himself. It did surprise you, though, when you made out what it was he was looking at; more aptly, who he was looking at.

You recognized your picture from your private instagram account, the one you kept family off of. It was for your sexier pictures, the ones you didn’t always feel comfortable posting on your main. You’d followed Lee from that account the day after you’d met, your mom had posted a picture from the party and tagged him, among others, in the group pictures, and you took the opportunity as it was presented to you.

You’d messaged each other when you got the spare chance, exchanged numbers, and talked more these past weeks. So much so, you had even told him you were going to be out of town for this trip this weekend. 

The cocky smile he wore when he saw you this afternoon let you know why he hadn’t decided to share that he’d be here too. The look of surprise on your face was exactly what he wanted to see.

He’d tried to set up a time to see you in the time between your meeting and now, but you were always busy when he was free and vice versa. Honestly, a part of him was worried if you knew he’d be here, you would’ve found a way out. 

God, was he wrong. 

You’d been desperate for this man since the night you met him.

As you pushed the door further open, you couldn’t help but admire his form. He was naked as he sat on the edge of the bed, the muscles in his solid back flexing as his strong arm moved up and down while he stroked himself.

You didn’t even realize you were breathing heavier as you inched closer, his moans the only thing you could focus on now.

Lee could sense you coming up behind him, he heard you when you pushed the door open, and now he was really putting on a show for you. He wanted you to know exactly what you did to him, with just a goddamn photo. He wanted you to hear how fucking good you make him feel without even having to have his hands on you. 

You aren’t thinking as you climb onto the bed, crawling closer to him until you're against him entirely. You take a second before you allow your hands to touch him, slipping them up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest as he purrs, leaning back into you.

You’re mesmerized by his movements, his fist pumping over his leaking cock as he keeps his eyes on his phone, your photo taking up the screen as his mind runs wild with all the things he wants to do to you. 

“As good of a picture as that is,” you speak headily in his ear, causing goosebumps to break out over his skin, “I’m sure I can do more for you in person.” You smile as he licks his pink lips, taking his phone from him before gently tossing it up the bed.

“‘Bout damn time,” he responds gruffly, turning to capture your lips in his as he lets go of his cock. He holds your head with one hand as he threatens to consume you with his kiss alone.

He then reaches his arm down and takes you by the waist as he moves to lay down on the bed in the same moment, everything much more hurried now as he urges you to move on top of him.

Lee is completely naked as you straddle him, your night slip raised over your hips to allow the position. 

“Fuck I’ve been picturing you like this since the night of your dad’s party,” he said as his hands moved from your thighs, up your hips, and under the slip to push it up your body further.

“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” you rasped before you allowed him to raise the slip higher, finally pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

“How pissed do you think he’d be if he knew his precious daughter was seconds away from riding his friend’s cock in his own cabin, huh?”

“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.

He chuckles as he reaches a hand up from your hip to your breasts, pinching a nipple meanly as you whine, moving your hips over his to no avail. He keeps you exactly where he wants you.

“You made me wait, it’s only fair, darlin’,” he smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re gonna be left waiting even longer if they get back soon,” you try to argue.

“You think I won’t still fuck you if your parents are here?” he asks as he takes hold of his cock again. You move your hips, trying to make it easier for him to position himself as he moves his dripping cockhead up and down your slit. You moan helplessly as he rubs against your clit, leaning over him as you urge him to just put it in already. His tauntings aren’t doing anything to help, either.

You can feel his tip at your entrance as you feel his lips against your ear, 

“Let your dad hear you screamin’ daddy,” he growls as he thrusts into you at last, a wanton moan escaping you as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. 

He growls again as your walls grip his length. He holds you there for a long moment as you adjust to his intrusion, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips.

“God, you feel so good,” you whimper before you begin to move atop him, his hands leading your movements.

Your head falls back in pleasure as you ride him, the way he fills you up, a delight you don’t think you’ve ever experienced. 

Lee watches you with heavy lids, his blue eyes dark with unrestrained lust. He lets you take control as you move your hips over his, chasing your own pleasure as each move stimulates your clit.

He can’t stop himself though, eventually his hips jerk up into you, causing you to clench around him, your hold on him tightening when he begins fucking up into you with abandon.

You fall onto him with a cry as he grips your ass almost painfully.

The first slap he lands is sharp and stings but has your walls gripping his shaft even tighter.

“You like that, baby?” he snickers through a moan as you babble mindlessly, his cock still thrusting into you as his hips never slow.

The second slap burns more than the first but Lee quickly follows it up with his palm massaging the sting gently as you moan meekly.

“Daddy asked you a question, darlin’,” he taunts as his pace slows. The drag of his cock is still long and deep, though. He ensures you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of your cunt. 

“Yes,” you answer as you pick your hips up and down, wanting it harder.

Another slap has you gasping as you peer up at Lee. Your mouth goes dry at the look in his eyes as his hips stop moving entirely.

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur as you hold his stare.

A growl ripes from his throat at your words as he holds your waist tightly, flipping you so you’re on your back as he hovers above you.

The sight of Lee between your legs sends a new wave of slickness to your pussy as you relax into the bed with a pleasured sigh.

He positions himself at your entrance and slides right in, pulling you closer by your hips as he thrusts into your wet heat.

He groans as he leans over you, looking down at your exposed body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You’re stunned at his words. You knew he was attracted to you, duh, but there was something so genuine about the way he said it. It sent a flutter to your belly as you couldn’t do anything but stare back up at him with doe eyes as he fucked you so perfectly.

You reached up and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips into his as your response. He licked into your mouth and you let him dominate the kiss as you followed his lead.

He finally broke it when you were both nearly out of breath. 

“Goddamn perfect,” he husked as he leaned back up, rolling his hips into yours, his cock sliding right against the spot you most wanted to feel him. He groped your breasts, kneading them with his large hand, playing with your nipples as he growled and groaned, his touch and filthy sounds only spurning you on further.

“Lee,” you whimpered, grabbing at him as your walls tightened, that coil in your belly tightening more and more with his every thrust.

“‘M right there, baby. Right there with you,” he huffed, “just a little more.”

“Please,” you breathed, your eyes squeezing tightly as you tried to hold off your orgasm just a little longer, “please, Lee.”

He grunted, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucked your harder, stretching you delightfully. 

“Please come with me, Daddy, please,” you begged, earning a deep thrust and a symphony of sinful noises and curses from the man pounding into you. Another harsh thrust had you nearly squealing as you finally came around his thick length, the hot pleasure shooting through you before crashing down wave after euphoric wave as your body tensed and shook.

Cries of pleasure and his name like a prayer left your lips as your walls milked his cock, his come filling you up as he let himself burst inside of you. The hot, thick ropes of his release hitting your walls had you squeezing him tighter as you whimpered beneath him.

As you began to come down and tried to regulate your breathing, his hand on your face had you opening your eyes before they closed once more as he pressed his swollen lips to yours. The kiss was slow and deep as his hips slowed and stilled against yours while your hands found his face in return, holding him to you. His cock softened and slipped out of you, causing you to murmur into the kiss at the loss of him. He smirked against your lips before he ended it, pressing his forehead to yours instead as you breathed each other in. 

You peered into his eyes as he stared down at you.

There was a softness in his gaze that you swear could’ve had you melting into the mattress right then and there.

He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but return it as you smiled demurely back.

Your thumb mindlessly stroked his cheek before he nuzzled into your touch. Lee let his body lay down next to you on the mattress, holding your hand against his face and pulling your body closer to his with his free hand.

He sighed contentedly as you turned into him. 

“Was the wait worth it?” you asked softly.

He looked to you, squeezing you just a bit tighter, “Well worth it.”

You laughed, “Good. I’m glad. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” you simpered, pushing off of him, turning back to get off the bed.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ sweetheart?” he said, stopping you from leaving.

“What, I can’t stay in here. My mom’ll realize I’m not in my room and freak out. She’s paranoid about me being taken by some mystery monster up here, has been since I was a kid,” you reminisced. 

“Darlin’,” he drawled, rolling over you once again, “I think she already knows you’ve been taken by the monster,”

You laughed as he attacked your neck with kisses, holding you close to him. 

“Oh, and you, Sheriff, you’re the monster?”

“Mhm. Prepared to take her daughter away to his lair. Keep her all to himself,” he murmured against your skin.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” you said, running your fingers through his short hair, “I don’t foresee her putting up much of a fight.”

You could feel his smirk before he pulled away to look you in the eyes once again. 

“I am serious, darlin’. I think she already knows we may be up to something.”

“How would she possibly know that?”

He sighed, turned and layed down next to you again, “I asked your dad for his permission before I tried to ask you out the other week.”

“What? You did?” you asked in disbelief, “and he said yes?”

“I was as shocked as you are,” he smiled. “He asked me the other day at work how it went and when I told him we hadn’t been able to set anything up, he invited me here this weekend.”

“Ah,” all the pieces were connecting now as you let out a breathless chuckle. “Hm.”

“There a problem with that?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I just. I don’t normally tell my parents about the people I see until things are, uhm…serious, I guess?... And I mean, this was great, I would absolutely love to do it again,” you smiled, “but, uh, what exactly are we doing? Just so we’re on the same page, so we know where we stand.”

“Sex is great,” he agreed, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t hoping for more.”

“More as in, like, dating?”

He turned to be face to face with you before he spoke, “That was my intention.”

You nodded then, fighting a bigger smile from breaking out across your face. 

“Okay,” as you spoke, you could hear the front door downstairs open. Your eyes went wide as your head shot to the still open door of the room, “Shit. Well for now, I’d prefer my parents not know I desecrated their beloved cabin by getting creampied by their friend in the bed that they paid for,” you whisper ranted as you clamored off the bed and pulled your night slip back on. You were about to rush to the door, trying to beat them up the stairs as Lee sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching you, quite entertained by your frantic state before you stopped in your tracks, turned around and padded back over to him, “I’ll leave my door open, but you’ll have to wait until my parents shut their light off if you want round two,” you whispered, kissing him gently before slipping away just as fast, shutting his door behind you. All he could do was smile, still basking in the afterglow and the idea of what was still to come.

It was an hour later, after your mom had checked in on you - a habit from the past twenty something years since they’d bought the cabin - and their lights went out across the hall, that your bed dipped as Lee quietly crawled in beside you.

His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against your ear,

“You said somethin’ bout round two. Much as I loved hearin’ you moan for me, let’s see how quiet you can be for Daddy.”

You whimpered almost inaudibly, but Lee heard it anyway, his large hand coming up to your throat, instantly causing you to get even more wet for him as he squeezed ever so slightly.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he prompted, a wicked smirk on his lips as he pressed his boxer cover erection against your bare ass.

Your voice was a pathetic whisper as you pressed back against him,

“Yes, Daddy.”

[treatbuckywkisses]

—Lee Bodecker surprising you with a kitten —requested by @infatuatedjanes