#sheriff lee bodecker x reader

[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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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3

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18+ content

summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents

contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3

word count: 6k

WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!

Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3

-masterlist-

“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”

Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.

The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change. 

So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment. 

“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor. 

“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?” 

You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.” 

Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.

You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.

Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”

You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”

“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.” 

He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.

“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue. 

“Are you going to tell my dad?” 

When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.

“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.

He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.

You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!

“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.

“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.

“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”

You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open. 

“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.” 

You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”

He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”

You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”

The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter. 

He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”

You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told. 

“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him. 

When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering. 

“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions. 

“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.” 

Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers. 

“I don’t like repeating myself.” 

He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper. 

A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to. 

He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”

A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center. 

You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling —  you to do, but…you don’t know how to. 

You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin. 

“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace. 

One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out. 

You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.

Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?” 

You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.” 

You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs. 

“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”

Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face. 

Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal. 

You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat. 

“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”

You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”

You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest. 

“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm. 

“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”

His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air. 

You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble. 

“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy. 

His pretty pussy.

You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.

He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval. 

“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you. 

“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.” 

You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind. 

He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.

You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.

The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!” 

You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.” 

He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?” 

You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.” 

“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.

“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.

His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.

He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.

Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.

“What’s that, sweet girl?” 

The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?” 

A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”

You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…” 

A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.

Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.

The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent. 

Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.” 

Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit. 

“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”

You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”

He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.

“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.

Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”

A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”

You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt). 

Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?” 

You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger. 

“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?” 

You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.

A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”

[chasingmidnights]

Cage the Devil Masterlist

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A/N: This is kind of a slow burn with this mini series. The reader and Lee aren't going to be together right off the bat. The first part is more focused on Lee and the second part is more focused on the reader! I would also like to note that this is my first time writing smut for this series so it might not be the best, I ask that you please be kind. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. Please be sure to read any and all warnings, minors will be blocked! Lastly, the any dividers were made by @firefly-graphics and any moodboards that you see were made by me! I hope you enjoy!

Part One: The Beast

Part Two: Trouble Ahead

Part Three: The Devil Wears a Suit & Tie

Part Four: Dark Paradise

Part Five: God's Gonna Cut You Down

Part Six: I Will Never Die

Part Seven: Anything Goes

[holylulusworld]

Sheriff. Interrupted.

Summary: You can’t fix him. But you can do something else…

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, shameless ogling, implied smut, cocky reader, we love our belly daddy

A/N: A short drabble to get back into writing for Lee.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Y/N, pining over that guy is tragic. Stop staring at him,” you sip at your drink while staring at the newly elected sheriff in your sleepy town. “Babe, you lived in New York and Paris. You cannot drool all over the small-town sheriff.”

“I can and will drool all over him if I want to. He’s kinda cute with his belly. Just look at him,” your friend rolls his eyes as you watch Lee look around the bar before he stuffs another taffy into his mouth.

“I love you, but you are crazy. Babe, I know you always try to fix a hopeless case, but you cannot fix this guy.”

“Maybe I can’t fix him,” you lick your lips as Lee dips his head to look your way. He holds your gaze. You ignore your friend and lift your glass, smirking at Lee who runs his hands over his thigh, “but I can fuck him, babe.”

“I wouldn’t poke that guy with a stick.”

“I bet you’d love it when he pokes you with his stick,” you sass back. “You love a nice dick, don’t you? I bet that cute little sheriff has a big dick.”

“I got no clue about his dick, but he’s got a big belly.”

“Just imagine,” you slide your tongue over the rim of your glass, “he presses it against your back while he fucks you so hard from behind you don’t feel your legs any longer.”

“Not. Going. To. Happen,” Shevon huffs when Lee gets up to make his way toward your table. “Fuck, I’m out of this. Don’t get yourself into trouble, Y/N. Be a good girl and just don’t…”

“I can’t promise anything, Shevie,” you give your friend a wink. “Go and get that hot guy from earlier. He was drooling all over your cute ass.”

“My ass ain’t cute, it’s perfect and you love it.”

“I do,” you grin. “Maybe, one day, I’ll bite your cheeks…”

Shevon pecks your cheek. Before he goes, your friend mumbles another warning in your ear. “Be careful. Don’t go home with that guy,” he says and turns to leave. “Give me a call, babe.”

“Will do,” you giggle as the sheriff straightens his leather jacket. He stopped a few feet away from your table to check on his outfit. “Come over, sweet sheriff. I’ll have fun with you tonight.”

You watch him walk toward your table, an amused smirk on your lips.

“Miss, uh-“ Lee clears his throat. He stands in front of your table and hopefully looks at you. “I hope I don’t overstep, but you were looking at me for a while. Do you want to have a drink with me?”

“How can I say no to the elected sheriff of this town,” cooing the words you give Lee your sweetest smile. “I was hoping that you come over to talk to me, sheriff.”

“Lee,” he offers his hand. “A pretty dame like you can call me Lee. What about your friend from earlier? I hope he doesn’t mind I want to buy you a drink.”

“He’s busy chatting some nice guy up,” Lee grins now. “I don’t think he’ll remember my name by the end of the night, Sir.”

“I hope you’ll only remember my name by the end of the night, sweetness,” the sheriff leans closer to purr in your ear. “Do you want me to teach you how to scream it?”

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[foxgloveprincess]

Going for a Drive

Word Count: 615

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes, So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

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Your feet are aching. Absolutely barking. You don’t think you ever wanna stand up ever again. Even though you know it’s exactly what you’ll be doing day after tomorrow.

You sigh, head hanging low as you grab your cardigan and purse from the back and punch out. It’s just another day. Another couple hours to add to your paycheck. Just a few more shifts until you’ll have enough saved to buy your guy something real special. That’ll make all the extra time worth it.

The sun’s dipping toward the horizon as the bell jingles over the door. Hettie calls out a weary farewell from behind the counter, which you acknowledge with a half-hearted wave. And when you lift your head to look out at the road, you’re stopped in your tracks.

There he is, right outside, leaning on his cruiser and chewing on a toothpick while he checks his watch. You pause, stunned.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask with a bit more surprise and indignation than you mean.

But he just peeks up at you with his head tilted and this charming smirk that makes your heart go pitter-pat, and you know he’s taken no offense. That, if anything, he’s amused.

“C’mon over here, darling, gimme some sugar,” he beckons with a gesture of his head, “been craving it all day.”

Your lips purse, not wanting to give in even as the butterflies flutter like a blizzard in your belly. “You want some sugar, it’s 12¢ a pound. Hettie can help you right out, but I’m off the clock.”

You hike your purse strap higher on your shoulder and cock your hip out, pleased-as-punch grin on your face.

He groans and steps away from his car, stalking closer until you can smell his aftershave and the cinnamon candy on his breath.

“Don’t be like that,” he pleads, tucking his finger beneath your chin until he can fit his face right against your throat and place a buss right where it makes your knees knock. “Gimme a kiss, baby.”

He catches you with his crystal blue eyes and you can’t resist, holding onto his shoulders when he dips his head to kiss the soul right outta you. When he breaks away, you’re left dazed, lips still searching for his until you bump right against him and he steadies you by your waist.

“Gosh, Sheriff, what’s a girl to do when you treat her like that?” you ask breathlessly, feeling heady desire pool within you, tingling to your toes.

He chuckles, deep and dark and absolutely delicious. A faint pink blushes his cheeks when he looks away, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to his cruiser. The door opens with a pop and he helps you in. A handful of daisies wait over on the passenger side, sweet smelling and picked especially for you, along with a thermos of something warm to keep you toasty inside—as if you’ll need anything more than him. A smile tugs at your lips.

“We’re going on a drive, darling,” he informs you as he dips into the drivers seat after you and pushes you across the bench seat just enough to give him room to sit.  

Leaning up against his side, hands trailing lazy patterns under his soft leather jacket, you coo as the car rumbles to life. This is it—perfection. You would live, if you could, in this front seat with him.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply with a lingering kiss to his jaw.

The road is long and open as he cruises past the town limit. No one else driving around. Just the two of you, cuddled close together as time stretches on infinitely.

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

Devil in Disguise Part 28...

Lee Bodecker x reader series

<Part 27<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, darkish!reader

"Ain't ya' think I'm a little over dressed?" You asked Lee as you looked down at the new dress he'd bought for you.

It was an engagement present Lee had said, to which you had rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"Sugar, ya' look beautiful and I want the whole damn town to know I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He grinned at you as he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours. "Besides, that dress is gonna look ten times better on my bedroom floor." He winked at you making you blush and giggle.

"Lee," You slapped his chest as he chuckled. "C'mon, grandpa is waiting." You pointed over to where your grandpa was stood by the church gates.

Today would be the first time you and Lee had been out in public together since he proposed. Sure you'd been to the hospital to pick your grandpa up but you didn't know anyone there. You'd invited Lizzy over to join you for lunch the same day to share the good news with her, which resulted in her almost screaming the house down with excitement and making Lee and your grandpa disappear outside grumbling, making you laugh. Other than that, no one else knew yet.

Lee didn't want to tell anyone at the station until you were with him and he could proudly show you off, maybe give you a nice hard fuck on his desk in nothing but your engagement ring.

Sunday service was the best place to share your news. It meant you only had to tell one nosey house wife and by lunch time everyone in Knockemstiff would know that Sheriff Bodecker was engaged to his Sugar.

"G'mornin', George." Lee shook his hand as he smiled.

"Mornin', Sheriff." Your grandpa smiled and looked at you before pulling you in for a hug. "Mornin', honey. How ya' both doin'?" He asked.

"We're okay, grandpa. How are ya' feelin'?" You asked.

He nodded, "Good."

Your brow furrowed, "How did yer meetin' with the bank go?"

George nodded again, "Good. They said the house is worth enough to get me outta the debt, with a little left over to get me some place small."

"Oh, good," You smiled at him. "Isn't it?"

George signed, "I guess." He grumbled. "It only means, I ain't gonna be able to give ya' much for the wedding, honey."

"I don't care about that, grandpa."

He frowned, "I do... Yer grandmother would too. She'll be rolling in her grave... Probably come back n' haunt me too..." He huffed making you and Lee smile.

"Y'ain't gotta worry 'bout the weddin', George." Lee put his hand on his shoulder. "I got it covered."

George frowned at him, "But the father of the bride is supposed to pay for it."

You felt a lump in your throat. "Oh, grandpa," You smiled softly at him, holding back your tears. "I'm happy to marry, Lee, in his living room. I don't need anything big. As long as I have the two most important men there, I'm happy."

George cleared his throat and nodded, "Still... I'm getting haunted by your grandmother for sure." He gave you a smile making both you and Lee laugh. "C'mon, before all the gossips start."

The three of you made your way inside. You followed behind your grandpa, your left arm linked with Lee's as you walked down the middle of the pews towards where Lizzy was sat, waving at you.

You smiled brightly at her as you slipped into the pew beside her and her parents. Lizzy silently took your left hand with a grin and pulled it across her lap to show her mother.

"Congratulations." The older woman whispered with a smile, elbowing her husband. He nodded and reached over to shake Lee's hand as he gave his congratulations to you.

You were glad Lizzy's parents still liked you after everything that happened. In fact they were grateful that you were there with their daughter that night.

You snuggled into Lee's side as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, the pair of you settling in for a boring morning. As you sat listening or pretending to listen, you could feel the stares of others and almost hear the whispers from those behind you. With Lee's arm around your shoulders protectively, you didn't care.

Eventually the service came to a close and it was time to leave the stuffy church. And you were more than eager to do so. It had been a while since you'd visited your grandmother's grave, life having gotten a lot more hectic since dating Lee. But you were sure your grandmother wouldn't mind, she did always like Lee... Liked to tease you too about your little crush you had on him.

"Oh, Lee, I forgot the flowers." You frowned looking back to his Cadillac.

"No matter, I'll get them, Sugar." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking back to his car.

You turned around and began to make your way across the graveyard toward your grandmother's grave, smiling to yourself as you thought about her and your mother. You wished she had been able to be buried with your grandmother but because she'd killed herself, she wasn't allowed to be buried in the church graveyard along with your grandmother and was buried somewhere out of town. Another reason why you hated the backwards shit hole that was Knockemstiff, they still lived in the dark ages.

"It should be, Bodecker, down there."

You frowned and turned away from your grandmother's grave to glare at Mrs Riley. "Excuse me?"

"You heard." She walked closer to you, "He's a crook. I know he was behind, Bobby-Ray's, murder." She glared at you.

You huffed, "Don't be ridiculous. What happened had nothing to do with, Lee. Maybe if yer son wasn't such a wrong 'en then maybe he wouldn't have been there in the first place."

"LIAR!" Mrs Riley snapped at you.

You scoffed, "Please. That no good son of yours was bad news n' y'known it." You glared at her. "Then again, so are you, ain't ya'?"

"I'll make the pair of you pay for what you did."

"We did nothing!" You snapped at her.

"Bodecker, is nothin' but a crooked fat fuck of a cop." She glared at you. "I'll make sure he rots in hell for what he did to my son."

You lunged forwards, wrapping your hand around her throat and shoved her against the wall of the church so the pair of you were out of sight.

You squeezed your hand around her throat as you got in her face. "You shut yer fuckin' mouth." You hissed at her as she tried to claw at your hand. "Everythin', Lee, did was to protect me n' within his duties as the Sheriff. Yer shithead of a son was nothin' but a worthless scumbag that tried, multiple times, to assault me. He also attempted to drug me, successfully drugged my best-friend so his friend could do what he liked to her. And just like yer worthless, son, you were blackmailing my grandpa. Now, out of the four of us, which two were breakin' the law, hmm?" You smirked at her. "You best be careful what you say and do from here on out, ya' hear? Don't forget, Mrs Riley, my mother was a murderer, and what is it they say... Like mother, like daughter?" You glared at her, smirking to yourself as you watched her eyes widen with fear.

"Sugar?" Lee stepped round the corner of the church with a proud smirk, looking between you and Mrs Riley. "Everything okay?"

You smiled and let go of the older woman, nodding. "Sure is, ain't it, Mrs Riley?" You asked looking at her with a sweet smile.

She gulped, nodding, "F-Fine. Ex-Excuse me." She quickly scurried off, getting as far away from you as she could making you smirk.

"Did you hear everything?" You asked looking up at Lee.

He hummed and nodded, "She needs to shut her mouth." He grumbled and handed you the flowers.

You thanked him, kissing his cheek before turning back to your grandmother's grave to place them down. "I have a feeling, we may have to do it ourselves." You sighed and turned back to look at him. "She's started drinking a lot... Especially on payday."

Lee raised his eyebrow with a smirk, holding his arm put for you. "Sugar, have you been thinkin' of ways to shut, Mrs Riley, up?"

You shrugged, "I read things..." You smirked up at him. "And accidents do happen, Sheriff."

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Need You (Part 26) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.

YN's POV:

It has only been a few weeks since Owen came into our lives. Our Mom went to jail. Him and Lee put his bedroom together and he was enrolled in school for the very first time.

His first day of school, not only was I nervous, but so was he. Owen doesn't like being around new people and he has hardly left mine or Lee's side since he came into our lives.

But the moment he saw a bunch of a children his own age, he relaxed somewhat and as he walked into the school for the first time, a few of the boys in his class came running up to him, asking him a bunch of questions.

Yes, Owen was doing just fine settling into life here in Knockemstiff.

But with an older child in the house now, Lee and I had to put some ground rules down.

First Lee put a lock on our bedroom door as we still very much needed alone time. When it is locked, that means do not disturb us unless there is an emergency. We went over what is an emergency and what isn't.

But right now, Owen is at school. Ray and Don are having a nap in their room and my husband in laying on his stomach, with his head between my thighs, with his gorgeous mouth and fingers bringing me to my second orgasm of the day.

My legs were shaking around his head as I got closer and closer to the edge. "Right there Daddy." I cried out as his fingers found that spot.

I whined as I came, my back arching off of the bed. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the aftershocks from my orgasm.

But Lee quickly sat up on his legs and slammed into me and didn't move. His head fell to his chest and he let out a low moan as I clenched my pussy around his cock.

"Daddy." I pathetically whimpered.

"Yes babygirl?" He southern drawl sounded even huskier as he answered me.

"Move." I pretty much demanded, but he didn't like that. I cried out as he slapped my thigh.

"You don't tell me what to do darlin'." But he started to finally move. Slowly at first. I wanted, no needed him to go faster, but I didn't say a word. I knew he would cum and leave me there unsatisfied until he came home from work.

"Love this pussy, but I love that ass even more." I shuddered as he pulled out of my pussy and he helped me get on my hands and knees, playing a pillow under my stomach.

I cried out as he harshly thrust two fingers into my pussy and then those same fingers he worked into my ass, stretching it.

But his fingers never stretch me enough, so I relax my body as best as I can as he slides into my ass.

Lee groaned loudly as he bottomed out. He was panting as I tightened my ass around his cock. I can feel his belly resting on my ass.

He pulled out and the pushed back in, roughly. I had to bite the inside of my cheek as not to wake our boys.

Lee set a brutal pace, going almost feral as he fucked my ass. I had my eyes closed, my own fingers were between my legs as I fingered myself.

"Open those pretty eyes." Lee moaned and I did as he asked. The way how he had us, we were facing our dresser mirror.

Our eyes connected in the mirror and I moaned Daddy as that seemed to make his thrusts go faster.

He chubby cheeks were bright red and Lee was sweating but fuck, he looked good. "Gonna cum. Gonna fill this ass." Was all he got out as he shouted my name as he came in my ass. His gaze never once wavering from mine.

He gave me a lazy smile and I moaned as he pulled out. He flipped me onto my back and went back to eating me out.

"Too much Daddy." I whined.

"I know you didn't finish with my cock in you and I never leave you unsatisfied." Was all he said before his mouth and fingers brought me to my last orgasm of the day.

~

For once in what seems like a long time, life in the Bodecker household was calm. The three boys are doing wonderful.

Everything is good at work for Lee and my pregnancy is a bit easier this time around. At least I am not puking as much and that has calmed down during the third trimester.

Yes, life was going great.

But something just had to come a long and fuck it up.

~

It was Saturday and Lee was working and I was making lunch for the boys, when I heard the knock on the door.

I turned off the burners, grabbed the one of the kitchen knives and walked to the front of the house, wondering who could be on our front step during lunch.

I looked through the peephole and saw a man standing there. He had a leather jacket on, and his fingers were covered in rings. He was wearing sunglasses, even though there was no sun as it has been cloudy for a few days now.

I have never seen him before in my life and living in such a small town, you know everybody.

I locked the door as quietly as I could, hoping he wouldn't hear the click. I turned around and held my finger to my mouth to let Owen know to be quiet.

"I know you're in there. I just want the boy."

I turned and looked at Owen. I mouthed 'hide' to him and he ran. I didn't open the door until I knew he was safe. I have no idea where he went too but he was out of sight.

I unlocked the door and and swung it open, with the knife pointed at his face. He looked oddly familiar as I got a good look at him, but I just can't place him.

"No need for the hostility Ma'am. I just want the boy and I will be gone." He isn't from around here. I am thinking more Boston area.

"The only boys here are my boys, now leave before I call cops."

"If it is only you and your sons, then why the knife?" He was trying to get me to talk more. Maybe to get a layout of the house, or try to catch me off guard and barge his way into my home.

I didn't answer him. I just closed the door in his face. Locking it and I even put a chair under the door handle to make sure it was even more secure.

I heard what sounded like a motorcycle leave the front of my house. Now his outfit made sense.

I went around the house and closed all the window coverings. I called for Owen to come out of his hiding spot and he was covered in dust.

"Are you okay?" I asked him as I looked him over.

"Yes." He said to me quietly.

"Go have a quick bath. Lunch is almost ready." I ruffled up his hair and gave him a smile.

I checked on Don and Ray and they were good. Getting grumpy as it was almost lunch but nothing I can't handle.

I put them in their highchairs, and gave them their lunch and hoped they actually eat most of it.

As all three boys were occupied for the time being, I grabbed the phone and dialed the one number I know better than our own phone number.

Lee's direct line at work.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

The Station is just a mad house today. For some reason, these bikers stopped at the edge of town at the dive bar.

When it came time for them to pay their tabs, well let's just say Johnny who owns the bar, is now in the hospital.

Limbs broken. Face so badly beaten in, you can hardly tell it is him.

But one of the waitresses he is fuckin' hid in the back and saw it all. She called us and the whole department descended onto the bar and arrested anyone we could get our hands on.

I have just returned to my office, hoping for some piece and quiet when the phone rang. I groaned as I knew this day was never going to end.

"Sheriff Bodecker." I gruffly said as I answered the phone.

"Lee." I heard the sound of her voice and I couldn't help the small smile that appeared on my face.

"Hello Darlin', it was like you read my mind baby." She always knew when I needed her.

But as she told me why she was calling, the smile disappeared from my face. YN described what he was wearing.

Almost exactly like what every single person we just arrested, was wearing the same outfit.

"And he wanted Owen?"

"Yes, he said he just wanted the boy."

"Did he say why YN?"

"No, but I do have an indication on why he wanted him. Lee, Owen looks like him."

At that moment, a fight broke out in the station and there was screaming and yelling.

"We will talk about this more love but I gotta go, I love you."

"I love you too." And she hung up the phone. I slammed the phone down, not caring at this point if I leave it off the hook as I had shit I have to deal with.

~

It was well past the time I was supposed to be home. It was all hands on deck at the Station to get everyone processed.

I pulled into my driveway and sat in my car for second. I called YN just before I left to say I was coming home and nothing was going to get in my way to get home to her and the boys.

But as I stepped out of my car, I realised I wasn't alone. I heard movement behind me and I had my gun drawn and pointed at the person.

He didn't flinch. He had a toothpick in his mouth and he was leaning against what I assume is his motorcycle.

This must be the fucker that came here earlier and demanded that Owen be handed over.

"Evening Sheriff." He said as he stepped away from his bike.

"Only goin' ask this one time, what do you want?" My gun was still on him.

"Just the boy."

"Turn around and leave this town if you know what is good for you."

"Not without my son. You have two boys from what I can see Sheriff. You understand."

"Get off my property and leave my family alone before I arrest you." He looked like he was going to say something else, but he held is hands up and got on his bike.

"I'll be seeing you around Sheriff." The bike roared to life and the asshole drove off. I never once lowered my gun.

Not until I knew he was gone. I quickly got into my house and locked the door behind me.

Now to talk to YN and see about making a trip to the women's prison to see what the hell we are up against.

Part 25 / Part 27

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Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nickfowlerrr]

For the valentine's day prompts, could I request Lee + 13 from this list?

it’s you and me

pairing: lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. pet names. lee and reader are married. uhm not really much else lol.

words: 1950

notes: thank you so much for sending this in!! 🥰 it’s two months late lol but here it is! 🩷

thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. i hope you guys enjoy this little drabble. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated!

You’d waited all morning for Lee to leave for the station. As much as you loved the days he’d dilly dally to spend extra time with you before he had to head into work, today you were a ball of anxiety - though you tried your best to keep your composure in front of Lee.

He had actually woken up early to serve you breakfast in bed, much to your surprise. The twinkle of affection in his eyes as he looked at you kept you from putting up any kind of protest as he pushed you back in bed, the sloppily formed pancakes tasting better than they looked as he fed them to you, his proud smile at your compliments was a charming sight.

Though his thoughtful gesture was appreciated, it was still throwing a wrench into your plans. You had to be at the antique shop by nine to get the watch you’d had an eye on since you saw it last week. It would be the perfect gift for Lee, you just knew he’d love it.

The owner of the shop was a stingy old man named Arthur. You’d had a couple of conversations with him over the few times you’d been in the shop.

You had asked if he would keep the watch for you until today when you’d be able to buy it, but he refused. “It sells when it sells,” he had said.

But you knew you couldn’t buy it before today, Lee would see the purchase on the bank statement and ask questions. You were an awful liar and there would be no way he wouldn’t find out what the purchase was before you could surprise him with it.

You were planning on getting to the shop right when it opened to get the watch, hoping against all odds that it would still be there so you could give him something nice for Valentine’s Day.

Breakfast in bed was sweet and though you were worried both of you would be late for where you had to be later, you didn’t stop him when Lee cleared off the bed and crawled under the covers with you once again.

His soft lips trailing along your skin lovingly had you completely forgetting what you were just fretting over. You let your fingers slide through his hair as he made his way down your body, his big hands squeezing your fleshy hips after he ghosted them down your curves. He pulled your underwear off with ease and you slipped your night slip over your head in a flash, completely exposing yourself to him as you sat up on the bed. You knew his intentions were dead set on you, but you couldn’t let him get started. Once Lee’s lips were between your legs, there was no stopping him, not until he was completely satisfied. You weren’t complaining, but you didn’t have the time for it this morning.

Instead you leaned forward, hooking a finger in his boxers as you pulled him toward you.

His lips brushed against yours teasingly before he really kissed you. You let your hand slip under his shirt, running your palm along his soft stomach and up to his broad, solid chest before he got the message and took it off for you.

Your hands found his shoulders as you pulled him down on top of you, wrapping a leg around him as you kissed him hotly.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself against your bare pussy. You were already wet for him, could feel your slick growing with his every move. “Boxers off, Bodecker,” you mumbled against his lips. “Need you,” you whined when he didn’t comply right away. “Need to feel you, please, baby.”

His lips were by your ear as he rolled his hips into you tauntingly, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke, “Love it when you beg for me, sugar.” He rolled against you again, another whine leaving your lips. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he coaxed.

“Want you. Want you to fill me up, need you inside me, Lee, please,” you begged pathetically.

Lee had one hand on your hip and the other on your breast, squeezing your tit in his hand as he growled before quickly ridding himself of his boxers. You could feel his thick cock bobbing against you when he’d freed himself and you moaned at the feeling. You spread your legs further as he lined himself up with your slick hole.

Slowly, he pushed into you. Even with just the tip, he had you clenching around him as he cursed under his breath.

“So fuckin’ tight, darlin’, fuckin’ heaven,” he praised, his words falling into a moan as he seated himself deeper inside you.

Lee let his head drop to your chest as he slid further inside of you, deep groans rumbling in his chest and falling off his lips as you took him in. He took one of your pert nipples in his mouth, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from you as he swirled his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping, loving how sensitive you always were before he took your other breast in his mouth, paying the same attention to both.

When Lee reached his limit inside of you, your knees nearly against your chest as your legs were on his shoulders, he began rocking into you languidly. The double stimulation on your clit and your sweet spot he triggered with each movement was incredible and had your toes curling as you whined and moaned beneath him.

His weight pressing into you as he fucked you was delightful, and the feeling of being stuffed full of his cock was all you could focus on as you were brought closer and closer to the edge.

Lee was panting as he thrust in and out of you, your breasts bouncing with his every move. You could tell he was close as he grabbed onto you tighter, his hips slamming against you harder as he lost his rhythm. You cried out for him when his thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves with perfect pressure until he had you coming around him. A flurry of moans and cries intermingled with his name fell from your lips as you rode out your high around his cock.

Not long after you came, Lee’s breath hitched before he let himself go with a throaty groan, thick ropes of his come filling you up as he emptied himself inside your tight walls.

His heavy breathing and praises of you filled the air as you both laid there trying to catch your breath. Lee buried his head in your chest as you played with his hair, his thick arms wrapping around you as he held you close.

“Mhm,” you hummed contentedly with your eyes closed as you relaxed further, his presence coaxing you into a peaceful respite. “That was nice,” you laughed. “Not how I was expecting to start the day, but you always are full of surprises aren’t you Mr. Bodecker.”

You could feel Lee’s smile against your skin before he lifted himself off you, kissing your cheek sweetly.

“Always, Mrs. Bodecker,” he grinned at your still relatively new title, “And that’s just the start of it, darlin’. There’s a lot more of that comin’ to you later today,”

“The sex or the surprises?” you questioned playfully. Lee leaned in for another kiss, this one softly on your lips as you kissed him back in kind.

“Both,” he smirked against your lips before he got off the bed to start getting ready for the day.

As he disappeared into the bathroom, you suddenly thought about the time. You turned to check the alarm clock, still not set to go off for another ten minutes. You took a breath, telling yourself to calm down. You’d have more than enough time, and though you’d planned on walking to the shop once Lee left, you figured you could ask him to drop you off at the grocery store on his way to work and then just walk the rest of the way to the shop - that alone would save you on time.

You wouldn’t be so worried if you hadn’t seen the way Mrs. Marshall eyed the watch as you were leaving the shop the other day..

The sound of the shower starting caught your attention before Lee poked his head out of the bathroom door.

“You joinin’ me or what?” he asked, causing you to smile as you climbed out of bed and made your way over to him.

You wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your body to his, looking up to him as he stood tall before you. “You gonna wash me off, Sheriff?” you asked headily.

You gasped as Lee smacked your ass playfully before he responded, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, darlin’.”

He effortlessly picked you up and you instinctively wrapped yourself around him as he walked you into the shower, clinging to him like your life depended on it until he finally let you down under the warm water.

Still, even with your feet safely on the ground once again, you found yourself glued to your husband, not wanting to let him go as the water beat down on the both of you. You could feel the mess between your thighs but you didn’t want this moment to end so soon. You let your hands dance up and down his back as he held you.

You stayed like that for a long while, enjoying each other’s presence until the peaceful lull was broken by your alarm going off.

“Damn,” you cursed under your breath as you pulled yourself off of him finally and turned to grab his shampoo, “you’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry,” you told him.

His hands found your arms, running up and down soothingly as he pulled you back against him, his arms wrapping around your middle as his hands fell to your plush tummy, his head dropping to your shoulders where he left soft kisses on your damp skin. “I’m in no rush, sweetpea. ‘ fact, I was thinkin’ about just calling off for the day,”

“Lee,” you said almost disbelieving.

“What? I can’t recall the last time I took a day off for myself since I became Sheriff. One day without me won’t kill ‘em. Besides,” he said, turning you around to face him, “it’s our first valentine’s bein’ married. I wanna spend it with you, Mrs. Bodecker.”

“Yeah?” you asked demurely as you stared up into his brilliant blue eyes shining down at you.

“Yeah,” he assured you with a boyish smile on his lips as his wandering hands explored your body, squeezing your ass as you pressed yourself against him once again, hiding your face against his chest as you laughed softly, smiling in contentment. “That’s really all I need,” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, “some time with just you.”

His words relaxed you as you took them in. You’d make sure to still go out later today to get him something, but if the watch was gone by then, it just wasn’t meant to be. You wouldn’t stress on time, though. Not when you were lucky enough to spend all day with Lee now, no work to call him or you away from one another like it so typically did. You’d enjoy the day with him, and worry about all the extra stuff later on. As long as you had each other, today would be perfect.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Lesson » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee teaches the reader a lesson.

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

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

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

Header credit goes to @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out of the car.” He demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

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

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

“Mhmm!” You moaned around his cock.

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

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

“Good girl. Stand up.” He ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so big!” You gasped.

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

Lee gripped your hips and began thrusting.

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

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

“Oh my god! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course you do.” He chuckles.

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

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

“Yes, darlin’?” Lee says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Bucky’s Doll

[lunarbuck]

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding

header by @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

WC: 917

Prompt: Thigh riding

Warnings: swearing, thigh riding, heavy petting, pet names [sweetheart]

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The front door slams shut, and you jump at the sound, the wooden spoon in your hand clattering against the counter. You quickly pick it back up, stirring the soup you've spent all day making. Lee thunders into the kitchen, heavy footsteps dragging slightly against the tile floor. 

You throw a glance over your shoulder, finding your Sheriff boyfriend settling in at the dinner table. He shrugs off his jacket and places his hat on the table, running a hand over his hair.

"How was your day, sweetie?" You ask, turning off the stove. Just from the way he walked in, you know it probably wasn't great, but if that's the case, he'll need to get it off his chest. It's better to ask and hear about it than for him to keep it all bottled up.

"This reelection shit is really getting on my nerves," he grumbles. "And Sandy…" You don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes at the thought of his sister. "I don't even want to think about all the problems she's causin' me right now." You nod along with his words, serving up the soup into two bowls and grabbing Lee a beer from the fridge.

Your skirt swishes around your knees as you move around the kitchen. Lee likes it when you wear skirts, but honestly, you really like it too. You like the way they move, the way they hug your figure and smooth out the parts you don't love so much. As you set the table, you can feel Lee's eyes follow you around.

"Well, you're a shoo-in for the election, hun. No one pays Sandy any mind." Lee mumbles under his breath, probably disagreeing with you, but you don't bother to hear it. Lee's a stubborn man, and you know when to pick your battles. 

"Smells good," he says, watching you place a bowl of soup in front of him. He leans down and breathes in the aromatic steam, a pleasant smile spreading across his face. You move to step away, but his hand grasps your waist. "You're always takin' such good care of me, sweetheart."

"Well, you're out there keeping me safe, taking care of everyone else," you reply, resting your hand on his shoulder. "It's the least I can do." Lee tugs you down to sit on his lap, and you wrap your arms around him. He's always liked holding you at the end of a long day. Knowing that you're safe and sound relaxes him. 

You lean your head on Lee's shoulder as he tastes the soup. He moans his approval, digging in for more. You hadn't always imagined this life for yourself. Stay-at-home-girlfriend wasn't what you'd originally planned to be, but truthfully, you enjoy it. You know you want to go back to work soon, but that's a problem for future you. Current you is loving the way Lee's fingers squeeze your waist, the way he's enjoying something you made.

Before you know it, Lee's bowl is empty. He leans back in his chair and lets his eyes roam over your figure. He shifts the way you're sitting so your legs straddle his thigh, and your skirt rides up with the movement. You can't help but tilt your pelvis, relishing the slight friction of his muscular thigh against your clit.

"Sweetheart," he warns as he runs his hands up your legs. "Don't go startin' somethin' you can't finish." You grin, rocking your hips against Lee's leg and ignoring his stern words.

"Who says I can't finish this, Sheriff?" Your fingers trail down the buttons on the front of his shirt before landing on the bulge in his slacks. His grip on your hips tightens, increasing the pressure on your clit.

Lee's eyes are fused to the spot where you're grinding against him, and he pushes your skirt up higher to see more. You know your panties are soaked, the fabric sticking to your sensitive flesh. You're desperate for more contact, to feel the rough texture of his slacks against your pussy.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look so perfect, riding my thigh with that perfect pussy." Lee's words make your clit throb, and you grip his shoulders tighter. "Lemme help you with that." He reaches between the two of you and tugs your panties to the side, and groans, running his finger over your clit.

Each grind against his muscular thigh sends sparks shooting through your body, and every brush of his finger against your clit sends you plummeting closer to the edge. Lee's eyes are dark and hungry, watching you take your pleasure from him. 

"Lee," you whimper, tugging his head closer to kiss him. The moment your lips find his, he's devouring you. His tongue slides against yours, and you speed up your movements on his thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh, guiding your hips closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and show me how perfect you are." His voice is raspy and deep, desperate. Your whole body tightens, and you hold your breath as you come. Lee watches with hooded, lust-filled eyes, drinking in the sight of you.

As you come down from your high, Lee hooks his arms under your ass, picking you up. He starts toward the bedroom, and you cast a glance at your bowl of soup, long gone cold.

"I'll reheat it, and you can eat it in bed, sweetheart. Let me take care of you first."

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[chasingmidnights]

Cage the Devil Series

Title: God’s Gonna Cut You Down 

Summary: War has broken out between Jones & Bodecker and your family ends up getting in the crossfire. 

Warnings: minors DNI, this is for 18+ only!! Amateur smut writing, unprotected p.i.v. sex; mentions of homicide/murder; mentions of character death & character death; mentions of guns/weapons/gunshots; mentions of blood; mentions of alcohol consumption/alcohol; minor swearing; Lee Bodecker (he’s a warning alright!); and I believe that is everything you should be made aware of for this part. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read so by clicking “keep reading” you accepted these warnings. All mistakes are my own, this is not beta read. I’m very much an amateur writer and I’m still very new to writing smut so please bare with me! 

Author's Note: the gold glitter divider is by @firefly-graphics

Wordcount: 4,875

The temperature continued to rise in the small town of Knockemstiff but that wasn’t the only thing that was rising. Lee grumbled to himself in his office at the Sheriff’s Department, it wasn’t even noon yet and he could tell this was going to be a shit day. He was going to need something stronger than coffee when he got home later. The paper he was reading broadcasted the most recent rise in murders in Knockemstiff. The paper was also slandering his name and how he wasn’t doing a good job as Sheriff. He sighed  as he put the paper down and took another drink of his luke-warm coffee. He generally didn’t care what people thought of him but more recently, he was starting to care about what a certain individual thought of him, you. In fact, he wished he knew what you thought about the most recent events.

You had done what he asked of you and had accepted Jones’s offer. Meanwhile, he had kept true to his word and stationed his best men at your mother’s house. He also became curious about your father’s death and started to do some digging. Lee was just graduating from the police academy when his death occurred. Lee vaguely remembered meeting him before he was assigned to his field trainer. He sighed and just as he was about to get up and get some work done, his phone started to ring, causing him to groan. It was probably the press wanting to pick his brain about these most recent homicides, which he already told them he couldn’t release at this time. He took a deep breath before he finally answered the phone. 

“Sheriff Bodecker.” He internally groaned when the person on the other line said that they were a reporter for the Knockemstiff Gazette. 

He ran a hand down his face as he thought how he was right. 

You were sitting nervously in Jones’s office when he finally walked in, a smug smile on his face. It had been a few weeks of you passing along information, even if it were false, you couldn’t help but wonder if he bought any of it. As he walked over to his desk, you narrowed your gaze at him. He simply continued to smile at you in return as he pressed down the front of his suit before taking a seat in his luxurious, brown leather chair. You glared at him even more when he took his time writing a few things down before he even looked in your direction. The two of you stared at one another as a thick silence filled the room, the only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. 

“So, anything new to report?” Jones inquired as he folded his hands together and placed them on his desk. 

You held his gaze for a moment before you spoke up, doing your best to keep your voice even. “He’s sending out a shipment up past Meade, this upcoming Friday morning.” 

You held your breath as you watched Doug jot down the information. Doug then let out a sigh, you could practically hear the disappointment in it. ‘Shit, this couldn’t be good,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your stomach drop. 

“Ya know, the last information you gave me was no good. You sent me to an EMPTY FUCKING WAREHOUSE!” Doug slammed his hand on the hardwood of his desk. The loud bang caused you to jump, not expecting this reaction from him. All you could do was watch as he took a deep breath and collected himself. “Now, would you care to explain?” 

“I don’t know, they must’ve already cleared it out or maybe Lee gave me wrong info-”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Doug interrupted you and he slammed his hand on the desk again. 

Before either of you could say anything else, a knock came from the door. You watched as Doug took another deep breath as he glanced towards the obnoxiously, loud ticking clock. Another knock sounded from the door, this time sounding a little more hurried than the previous one. A devilish smirk curled up onto the corner of his mouth as he finally answered. 

“Come in.” 

The door creaked open as it swung inward and your jaw nearly dropped at who you saw in the doorway. It was Lloyd Hansen, looking as smug as ever as he chewed on a toothpick. His cream colored pants cut off right at the ankle and his light pink and yellow striped collared polo shirt hugged him perfectly. His brown loafers scuffed across the hardwood floor as he strutted into the office. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to the drink cart and you didn’t miss the gun that stuck out from the waistband. When he turned around with a full glass in hand, he looked directly at you, eyeing you up and down as he did. A shiver ran down your spine as he looked at you, an uneasy feeling coming over you. Lloyd then walked over to the empty armchair that sat across from you and took a seat in it, he crossed his legs as he sat down and made himself comfortable. He smirked as he took a drink from his glass just as Doug spoke up again. 

“I take it the two of you are already acquainted with each other?” 

You rolled your eyes at Jones's remark causing Lloyd to chuckle.

“Oh yeah, well acquainted. I think sweetness here is probably one of my favorites, at least out of all of the women Lee has had. Caught a little preview of them fucking the other day when I went over to meet Lee to talk about some business. She’s quite the little screamer.” Lloyd answered before you could, he sent a wink in your directions as he took another drink. 

You felt like you were going to be sick as you tried to cover yourself, folding your arms across your breasts. 

“Well, this is awkward.” Doug commented as a thick tension rose in the room. 

A heavy silence filled the room, this time, you were the one who broke the silence. You were over this meeting and you were quite ready to leave. “Are we done here?” 

Doug started to click his tongue at your eagerness to leave. “You don’t even wanna know why I called him here?” 

“To torture me even more?” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you answered. 

Lloyd chuckled at your boldness to use such a tone right now. “See, isn’t she just feisty? I love it.” 

Doug chuckled at Lloyd’s comment before he spoke up again. “No, well, in a way. I want you to understand the gravity of this. Lloyd is here because since the information you gave me was no good last time, let’s just say he’s here as an enforcer. One word and he’ll take a hit out on your mother.” 

Your stomach dropped at the threat as you glanced over at Lloyd. He had a smirk plastered on his lips before he hid it behind his glass as he took a drink. He sent you another wink which caused vile to rise up in your throat. 

“No, please-” 

“Then next time, give me something useful. I’d hate to have your only family member left killed.” Doug had cut you off, not giving you a chance to even try and plead. 

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief, your mind started racing as you did. You watched as he took this moment to write down a few things in his notebook. When he was done, he folded his hands together before he placed them on his desk. A thick silence filled the room once more and you felt like you could vomit. After a few tense moments, Doug finally spoke up again. 

“You can go now.” 

It took everything in you not to bolt out of the office when he told you that. You’re not sure why but you gave him a slight nod before you stood up and left. As you left, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, you didn’t have to guess whose they were. You knew that if you were to turn around, you would meet Lloyd’s gaze. You tried to keep calm as you walked out the door before bolting down the hallway and out of the building and towards your Bel Air. When you got close enough to your car, your feet gave out and you practically skidded on the gravel ground. All of your emotions caught up to you and you couldn’t hold back the urge to vomit any longer. What you didn’t realize at the time was that you were being watched by Curt Goynes. He had stepped out to take a smoke break and as he watched you, his conflicting feelings returned. You didn’t deserve any of this, he thought to himself as he took one last hit of his cigarette before flicking the butt away and headed back inside. 

The drive home felt ridiculously long as your mind raced about everything that has happened recently. The radio played quietly as you thought about how you should’ve stayed in California, then just maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. Right now though, you wanted nothing more than to see Lee right now but you knew that wouldn’t be an option right now. As you drove, you couldn’t help but feel hot, even with the cooler evening air blowing around you. When you finally pulled into the driveway, you threw the Bel Air into park and rushed inside. Rogers and Barnes were stationed outside the front door when you bolted past them, looks of concern formed on their faces before they quickly followed in after you. You were frantically searching the house as you called out for your mother but weren’t getting a response. Taking a few deep breaths, you placed your hands on your hips, you felt like you were going to be sick again. You thought back to Jones’s threat, surely he wouldn’t act on it so quickly?

“Miss, is everything alright?” 

Your head snapped to the blonde as he spoke up but you didn’t say anything. A single tear slid down your cheek as you looked at Deputy Rogers. You’re not sure what Lee has told them so you decided to lie as you quickly wiped the tear away. You gave him a small smile as you spoke up but your voice gave you away as it wavered. 

“Yeah, of course. Um, do you know where my mom went too?” 

You watched as Deputy Barnes took a small step forward, his voice was calming as he spoke. “She just stepped out to the store for a bit, Deputy Wilson is with her. Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

A big sigh of relief left your lips as Deputy Barnes explained. You nodded your head in understanding as you took another deep breath and let it out. “Okay, okay.” 

“How about some tea to calm your nerves?” Deputy Rogers suggested, you could see the concern in his blue-green eyes as he looked at you. 

“Yeah, I could go for some tea.” Your voice still wavered as you talked. 

You then let Deputy Rogers lead you into the kitchen, the two of you were followed by Deputy Barnes. You were about to get the kettle ready for tea when Rogers stepped in and took over. He had noticed how shaky your hand was and thought it would be better if he did it. 

“Here, let me. You have a seat, alright?” The blonde then took the kettle from you. 

You took a seat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen peninsula before you rested your chin in the palm of your hand. As Rogers got the tea ready, you stared off into space, a heavy silence filled the kitchen. The two deputies exchanged looks of worry as you remained silent, when you usually made conversation with them. Deputy Rogers nodded to his partner causing Barnes to speak up, breaking the silence. 

“Hey, is everything alright, sweetheart?” The brunette inquired as he arched an eyebrow, taking a seat next to you. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry, I just have a lot on my mind is all.” You gave him a small smile as you spoke, you weren’t quite sure what Lee had told them. 

Before either one of you could say anything, you heard the front door open and you nearly bolted out of the kitchen when you heard your mother’s voice. When you reached your mother, you immediately embraced her and pulled her into a tight hug. A sigh of relief escaped you as you held onto her. Her voice was soft as she spoke up, she rubbed your back as she did so. 

“Honey, is everything alright?” 

You pulled apart to look at her, a small smile formed on your face. “Yeah, of course. How about I help you with the groceries and then I cook us all something to eat?” 

“Sounds nice my little Spirit.” Your mother agreed as the two of you took the groceries to the kitchen.

A few days had passed and all you wanted to do was to see Lee. Your emotions were high and he was the only one who could calm you down right now. You were thankful when he called and asked you to come over for the next few days. He had wicked you up in his black, Ford Thunderbird and you were practically in his lap as soon as you got into his car with a small overnight bag. Lee didn’t mind the neediness though, he had missed you just as much and it felt nice to be wanted in this way. When the two of you got back to his house, the two of you didn’t last five minutes before clothes were being removed and flung all over the house. Lee had you pinned against the wall in the entryway as he nipped and sucked on your neck. His hands had a firm grip on your waist as he squeezed them, he couldn’t have been more thankful for the fact that you were in a dress today. As Lee continued his attack on your neck with his mouth and teeth, he had started to grind his hips into yours causing you to moan when you felt how hard he was. 

You made quick work to get his belt undone, you needed to feel him inside of you, you were desperate and honestly, you didn’t care. You had missed him and by the way he was acting, you could tell that he missed you as well. If he wanted to fuck you right here in the front hall, you weren’t going to deny him that. When you finally had his pants pulled down, you immediately started to stroke his large member. He practically growled in your ear when you started to stroke him. The brunette pulled apart for a brief moment and as he did so, he stared deep into your eyes. An intensity filled the room as the two of you stared at each other. Lee then crashed his lips into yours, kissing you passionately, his tongue instantly entered your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan and welcomed the intrusion. His tongue easily dominated yours and as he swirled his tongue around yours, he ripped off your panties as did so. He teased the entrance of your weeping cunt with the tip of his cock and he let out an animalistic sound with how wet you were for him. 

“Is this all for me, doll?” His voice was deeper than normal and filled with lust, it sent a shiver down your spine and all you could do was moan. You had started to nod your head but his free hand flew up to your neck and he put a firm grip on it, which caused you to stop. He started to click his tongue at you before he spoke up again with the same deep voice. “You know the rules doll, now use your big girl words.” 

Lee had stilled himself as he waited for you to answer but he kept his cock right at your entrance. You swallowed the big lump that had formed in your throat before you could speak up again. 

“Y-yes, it’s all for you.” 

A smirk curled up on the corner of his mouth as you said those words to him. “Good girl.” 

Lee then pushed the head of his cock through your wet folds. You arched into him and moans started to slip out of you as he entered you. You could feel every bit of him as he suddenly slammed into you causing you to cry out in pleasure. He let you adjust to his large size before he started thrusting his hips, ramming his cock inside of you. Every thrust from Lee caused a moan to fall from your lips. He still had you pinned to the front entryway wall and the fact that someone could walk in and find you in this state only excited you more. The sounds that you and Lee were making filled the hall as Lee continued to pound into you. You could feel yourself getting close to your climax as Lee lifted a leg and you wrapped it around his waist. He pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his hot breath fan across your face. 

“Doll, I need you to cum, shit.” Lee said in between heavy breaths before he started to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb. 

Your body started to shudder as your orgasm approached and your words came out breathless. “Don’t stop, please, I’m so close.” 

“Fuck, I can feel it, doll.” Lee practically growled as he doubled his efforts to make sure you got your release before he did. 

It didn’t take much longer for your entire body to start spasming around Lee. Lee held onto you tightly as he worked you through your orgasm. Your vision went white as he continued to fuck into you, you were on cloud nine and you didn’t want to come down. When Lee’s hips started to falter, you could tell he was getting close to his own release. Lee grunted as he continued to snap his hips at a fast rate. He took one of your breasts into his large hand and squeezed it with a firm grip before he plucked on your nipple. A loud cry of pleasure escaped him as he reached his orgasm and spilled deep inside of you. He stayed like that as he tried to catch his breath before he slowly started to pull out of you. You feel him gently cup your cheek as you begin to come back down from your orgasm, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch as a small smile formed on your lips. 

“You with me doll?” Lee asked, his tone gently as he started to caress your cheek with his thumb. 

You nodded your head as you spoke. “Y-yes.” 

“Come on, let’s get you some rest.” 

Lee then scooped you into his arms and carried you bridal style to his bedroom. He cleaned you up a little bit before he tucked you in and watched as you fell asleep. A small smile crept onto his lips as he sat there for a moment. He still couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as you wanted to be with someone as devilish as himself. He brushed some fallen hair out of your face before he got up to take a shower to clean himself. 

When you woke up, you noticed how chilly it was in Lee’s bedroom without him in there. You stretched out your arms before you climbed out of bed and you put on one of Lee’s white t-shirts. It may have been a bit big on you but you didn’t care about that, especially since it provided you comfort. When you were satisfied after you cleaned yourself up, you went to find Lee. A small smile curled up onto your lips when you found him working in his office. You leaned against the doorframe as you watched him work and just as you were about to speak up, his phone rang. He answered his phone quickly but as he did, he glanced over at you and motioned you to come over. You quietly walked over to him and as he listened to the person on the phone, he pulled you into his lap. You curled into him as he started to rub your back, you enjoyed moments like this with him. You planted small, soft kisses on his neck as he talked on the phone and you did your best not to eavesdrop. 

“Alright, thank you Gatsby, I’ll be right there.” Lee finished the call by hanging up the phone and letting out a deep sigh. 

You planted another kiss on his neck before you spoke up. “Is everything alright honey?” 

Lee held you close before he looked down at you and you could tell something serious was going on just by looking into his eyes. 

“Would you hate it if I ran into town? Gatsby has some information that could be beneficial.” Lee glanced between your eyes to get a read on you, as far as he could tell, you didn’t seem to be upset. 

“Only if you promise me to bring back some chocolate, I’ve been craving it a lot lately. I think at work the other day I had two chocolate milkshakes.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and pout, hoping to persuade him. 

Lee chuckled at your request before a smile spread across his face. “Of course, anything for you doll.” 

You gave Lee a peck on the cheek before climbing off of his lap so that he could get up. When Lee stood up, he finally noticed what you were wearing and a smirk curled up on the corner of his mouth as he eyed you up and down. 

“Is that one of my shirts, doll?” 

Lee started to walk towards you, as if you were his prey, and when he was close enough he placed his hands on your hips. He looked down at you as if you were about to be his last meal. 

“I hope that’s not a problem.” You looked up at him with a slight smirk of your own. 

“Of course not, doll. It looks better on you anyway.” 

Lee then crashed his lips into yours and he instantly stuck his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan as he quickly dominated your tongue with his. When the two of you finally pulled apart for ait, Lee rested his forehead against yours as he took a minute to catch his breath. He gave you a soft peck on your nose before placing one on your forehead. 

“Such a tease, doll. I’ll try no to be too long but you never know with Gatsby.” Lee gave your hips a firm squeeze. 

“I’ll be here waiting when you get back.” You gave Lee a small peck on the lips. 

“A tease, a menacing tease. Behave for me while I’m gone.” 

Lee then gave you a quick peck on the cheek before he left the office. You watched him as he left and let out a sigh of content. You stood there for a moment before you decided to freshen up. 

Lee walked into the Tecumseh Bar and a few patrons milled around as he walked over to his normal booth. He arched an eyebrow when he saw Gatsby sitting in his booth with a black man he didn’t recognize. When Gatsby noticed Lee, he got out of the booth to greet him with his usual, firm handshake. 

“Lee, buddy, good to see ya ol’ sport. I would like to introduce you to Curt Goynes and boy does he have some information for you.” Gatsby explained as he led Lee over to the booth. 

“Sheriff Bodecker.” Curt stuck out his hand for Lee to shake as Lee was sitting down. 

Lee was skeptical of this Curt guy but eventually, he gave in and took the man’s hand. Before either man spoke, one of the waitresses brought over drinks for them. Lee gave her a short nod as a thank you before he took a sip of the whiskey neat he was brought and waited for her to leave before he spoke up. 

“So, what seems to be this important matter of business I called for?” Lee glanced between the two men that sat across from him as he waited for an answer. 

Curt studied Lee before he spoke up. “Jones is getting restless, he’s planning something big. You need to stop him.” 

Lee nodded his head in understanding. “What do you want in return for this information?” 

“Immunity. And I’ll leave town, head back home to Detroit.” Curt answered curtly and with a straight face. 

“Can you tell me anymore about this plan?” Lee questioned as he considered Curt’s request. 

“Only that it’s going to flatten Knockemstiff, that’s all I know right now but as soon as I know more, I’ll let you know.” Curt answered before taking a drink of his own whiskey. 

Lee narrowed his eyes at Curt over his glass as he took a slow, long drink of his whiskey. He sucked his teeth for a moment as he thought about how odd this whole meeting was. “Why are you giving me this information? If Jones ever finds out, he’ll probably kill you.” 

“I know that, but look, I want out. I have a family back home and this whole thing is messed up.” Curt took another drink of his whiskey, finishing it off before he nodded at Gatsby. Gatsby got up to let Curt out of the booth and just as Curt was leaving, he stopped right next to Lee. “I’ll be in touch.” 

Once Curt had left, Lee ran a hand down his face before he polished off the rest of his whiskey. Gatsby looked at his business partner intently as he took a seat across from him.

“What are you gonna do ol’ sport?” 

Lee didn’t say anything, he simply got out of the booth with a grunt and left the bar. When he got into his Thunderbird, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh. “Shit.” 

Lee took a moment to try and collect himself before starting up his car. When the radio came on, the tail end of a Johnny Cash song was playing. Lee recognized it almost immediately as he turned the radio up, Cash’s deep, gravelly voice filled the car. He started to drive off as the song played. 

“....Go tell that long tongue liar… Go and tell that midnight rider… Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter… Tell ‘em that God’s cut you down… Tell ‘em that God’s gonna cut you down…” 

The next morning was just like any other day in Knockemstiff. People got up and got ready for work or whatever they had planned for the day. The temperature didn’t seem to be quite as scorching as it had been and it had been a week since the last murder. Lee pouted as you got ready to go have lunch with your mom, he was practically begging for you not to go. You simply let out a small laugh and kissed him goodbye, you were already a few minutes late due to his neediness that morning. When you arrived at the diner, your mother was getting out of her car and you smiled at her when she waved over at you. You had looked away for a brief moment to shut the car off and to grab your purse when a loud gun shot rang out. You looked over to where your mom was and the sight horrified you. Blood trickled down from the center of her forehead, she stood there for a moment before she collapsed to the ground. 

You bolted out of your car, not caring if the shooter was still around. Your only thoughts were getting to your mom but before you could, Ari had rushed out of the diner and he grabbed ahold of you. You tried to fight against him but he was too strong, he did his best to hold you up but as you collapsed, he slowly bent down on his knees as he continued to hold you. Tears had begun to stream down your cheeks as you cried out for your mom. The whole scene was gut wrenching for the people in the diner as they stared and watched. Shock was written all over their faces as they tried to comprehend what happened. Darcy was in the middle of calling for police as she felt her own tears begin to form. The only thing that could be heard throughout the street were your sobs. Your vision had started to blur the more you cried, eventually you found yourself leaning into Ari as you grieved for your mother.

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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

[buckybuckyboo]

The good sheriff

Word count: 940

Sheriff Lee x reader

Summary: Was there ever a last time when Sheriff Lee was involved?

Warnings: Smut. MINORS DNI (18+). Fingering (female receiving)

A/N: I DO NOT give any permission to translate or post my work anywhere else. Please enjoy reading and feedback is always appreciated

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You swore you wouldn't end up here again. You were telling yourself last time that it was THE LAST TIME but when he pulled up beside you, the window already down. He leans over on the back of the seat and smiles at you "Hey sweetheart, hop in" Ugh that smile, always makes you weak at the knees. You fiddle with your bag fighting the urge to say yes to him. "Come on sweet pea, don't keep me waiting" That smooth voice of his, grabbing the handle of the door and opening it, and sliding into the seat. You see that smirk on his face as he turns back to the wheel. "That's my good girl," He says turning the car out and speeding off. "Why don't you come a little closer baby? What are you doing over there all by yourself?" He smirks.

You smile sliding over and placing your hand on his thigh. Leaning in and kissing his neck. Sliding your hand over the bulge in his pants. He pulls into your favorite private spot and shuts the car off. Turning and grabbing you by the neck and smashing your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Who are you wearing that little skirt for huh? You love having all those little boys after you?"

"No sir, I wore this for you"

"Oh yeah? All for me?"

"Yes sheriff, all for you"

"Such a good girl for me. Take your panties off for me sweet pea". Lee watches your every move, watching your hands slide up your thighs and pull your panties off. He quickly grabs them from you "These belong to me now"

You chuckle softly "I don't think they are your color sheriff."

He smirks shoving the panties into his pocket. "They might not be my color but you know what is? This pretty pink pussy of yours" He grabs you by the ankle pulling your pussy closer to him. Rubbing his middle finger and ring finger through your folds getting them wet with your slick. "Oh baby, all this mess for me? So pretty" He sinks his two fingers into you before you can answer, your back lifting off the car seat. Leaning over you and attacking your neck and collarbone with kisses. You swore you wouldn't end up here again, but here you were with the handsome sheriff once again with his fingers buried deep inside your soaking wet pussy. Slowly slipping in and out of you.

"Please Lee please fuck me" You whimper out. He buries his fingers deep inside you and keeps them there.

"You're not ready for this cock yet baby, you're so tight but so wet and warm." He feels your pussy clenching around his fingers as he speaks.

"You like that baby? Do you like how wet and warm your pussy is? It's just perfect for my cock isn't it?"

He curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan out. Your eyes are closed as your hips move against his fingers. "You gonna cum baby? Squeezing me so good, I know you're close. Look at me sweet pea." Your eyes open and focused on his as he starts pumping his fingers in and out. That coil in your stomach snaps and you cum all over his fingers. He crashes his lips to yours as you moan, your hands pulling him even closer to you.

Slipping his fingers out of your pussy, he brings them to his lips and sucks "Hmm, tastes so good"

"Lee stop teasing" He leans back smirking at you "Well, if you want it so bad honey, come and get it!"

You smile crawling over and undoing his belt buckle and pants. His cock straining against them. Taking his cock out and stroking it slowly. Licking your hand and using it on his cock, getting him wet and ready for your pussy. Climbing into his lap and slowly sinking down on his cock. A mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretches your pussy out. His hands gripping onto your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and kissing your skin. "Good girl, that's it, take it deeper. Fuck you feel so good!"

His hips start to move making his cock hit your sweet spot deep inside.

Lifting his head back so you can kiss his lips. Your hips start to move in rhythm with his making you moan against his lips. His hands holding onto your ass helping you move. As his thrusts start to become harder you feel that feeling in your stomach again.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum again Lee, please don't stop. Your cock feels so good!"

His thrusts become sloppy as he reaches his release.

"Squeezing me so good baby, gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours!"

In moments you both cum. You cum first with a loud moan and he follows after. His seed coating your walls. When you both catch your breath again you share a sweet kiss. "Let me take you home sweet pea" You smile and nod as you lift yourself off his cock and fix your skirt. Lee fixes himself up and starts to drive you home. He stops outside your house and throws his arm over the seat and smiles at you.

"Lee, I need my panties back"

"No, they're mine"

"Lee, you're gonna be dripping all down my legs! What will my mom say if she sees!"

"It's best if she knows that the good sheriff is taking good care of you" He smirks.

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

Devil in Disguise... Part 29/?

Lee Bodecker x reader

<Part 28<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, implied murder, death, house fire, naked, office sex, unprotected sex, choking, gagging, spanking

Lee smirked proudly to himself as he listened to you explain your masterplan  whilst you sat in his lap at the kitchen table. "Damn, Sugar, should I be worried? How'd y'know know all this?" He asked looking up at you, his large hand stroking the soft skin under your skirt.

You bit your bottom lip as you played with his shirt collar, shrugging your shoulders. "I like to read crime books." You smiled.

Lee raised his eyebrow at you, "Ain't youn' girls s'posed to read romance books n' fairytales?"

You rolled your eyes, "If I was five, maybe, but I ain't." You huffed.

"Okay, darlin', I ain't mean nothin' by it." He smiled as he reached up and stroked your cheek, "I was just curious about why my sweet little sugar was such a mastermind?" He chuckled softly making you blush.

You shrugged bashfully, "I can't help it," You smirked at him, "Besides, it's your fault."

Lee's eyebrows raised, "My fault? What I do?"

You giggled, "I only read crime books so I understand your work." You admitted with a blush.

Lee's lips stretched into a wide grin as he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger. "I love you, Sugar."

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Lee shut the door of his cruiser before he began to make his way towards the still smoking house. He frowned and looked around the scene before he looked at the deputy in charge.

"Wha'cha know, deputy?" He asked, his hands on his hips.

"The neighbour, Mrs Blair, said she was woken up at one this morning by a strange sound coming from next door. When she looked out the window, she saw that the house was on fire. By the time the fire department arrived, the house was pretty much engulfed. They only just got it out not that long ago." The young deputy gulped. "And that's not all, sir. They found a body."

Lee let out a heavy sigh, "Shit."

The deputy nodded, "Sir, a neighbour across the street... Hmm, said that... Hmm, that-"

"Spit it out, deputy." Lee glared at him.

"He saw you leavin' the house just before half ten last night." He frowned.

Lee nodded, "Of course he did, Deputy. I dropped, Mrs Riley, home last night. I was down at the bar with my girl's grandpa n', Mrs Riley, was there, drunk as a skunk n' causin' problems." Lee frowned, noticing the deputy's lack of eye contact. "What is it, deputy? Don't believe me?"

The young deputy shook his head looking panicked, "Of course I do, Sheriff... I just, thought, after all the trouble she's put you through since her son passed, I thought you would just have, thrown her in the cells or something?"

Lee let out a short chuckle, "Son, I ain't gonna punish a woman grievin' for her son n' looking for someone to blame. She needed someone to help her n' as Sheriff, I have a duty to protect." Lee nodded looking down to the floor briefly, taking a deep breath, "How do they think the fire started?"

The deputy sighed, "She was laid on the sofa, sir. Looks like the fire started in the same place, so most likely she was smoking and fell asleep."

Lee reached up and took his hat off, pushing his hair back before replacing his hat.

"God damn..." His brow creased as he looked back at the burnt home. "Alright, deputy, I'll leave you to it. Keep me updated." Lee tipped his hat to the deputy before heading back to his cruiser, a smirk threatening to curl at his lips.

Of course Mrs Riley's neighbor saw him, Lee wanted it that way. He wanted people to see him being the good Sheriff, helping a drunken grieving mother into her home safely. How was Lee to know when he left Mrs Riley she'd light a cigarette and fall asleep on the sofa with it where she'd knocked over a bottle of liquor, the perfect fuel for a house fire?

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"Come in!" Lee shouted out to whoever was knocking on his office door. Lee looked up and began grinning as you opened the door. "Baby girl, wha'cha doin' 'ere?" He asked as he walked round his desk.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips as he pushed the door closed and locked it before pulling the blinds shut to give the two of you some privacy.

"I heard the news." You placed your hands on his chest, "I wanted to make sure you were okay?"

Lee nodded as he slipped his arms around your waist. "M'fine, Sugar." He smiled, "No need for ya' to come down 'ere."

You began smirking as you trailed your fingers across his firm chest. "Actually, I have another reason for comin' down 'ere."

Lee's brow furrowed, "You do?"

You hummed and stepped out of Lee's arms smirking and walked over to his desk. "What do you think of my coat?" You asked him, holding your arms out.

Lee looked you up and down with a frown. He shrugged. "Ain't it a little warm to be wearing a rain coat, Sugar?"

You bit your bottom lip and wrapped your hands around the belt of your trench coat. "You're right, Sheriff, it is." You untied it and pulled the material off your body, letting it fall to the ground around your feet. "Much better."

You let out a playful giggle as Lee stared at your naked body, lust filling his eyes and his cock hardening in his pants. He stared at your chest, watching your nipples harden from the cool air.

Lee gulped and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "What's this?" He asked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "I know you've been thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me in your office with just this on." You held your left hand up to show your engagement ring. "What better time than now?" You grinned at him.

Lee let out a low growl and closed the gap between you, crashing his lips against yours as his large hands grabbed your waist, pulling you close.

He pulled back with a grin and quickly swiped the contents of his desk to the side. "Bend over, darlin'." He spun you around delivering a harsh slap to your backside making you yelp.

You bent over his desk with your heels still on, your ass in the air and gave it a wiggle. "This how you want me, Sheriff?" You smirked at him over your shoulder.

"Left leg up." He ordered as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants enough to free his cock. He wrapped his hand around his cock as you did as he said. "Good girl," He smirked to himself as he reached down and ran his knuckles through your folds. "Fuck, Sugar, already so wet for me."

You let out a little whimper, "Please, Sheriff," You tried to push yourself closer to Lee's fingers.

Lee chuckled softly, "Don't worry, Sugar, I'll give ya' what you need."

Lee placed his left hand on your waist as he took a hold of his cock and lined the bulbous head against your wet core before he began to fill you.

"Relax, sweetheart," Lee slowly pulled back as he ran his hand over the small of your back soothingly. "Good girl." He whispered as he pushed back inside you with ease. "Fuck," Lee moaned as he bottomed out.

You curled your fingers around the edge of the desk. "Please, Sheriff... More." You begged softly.

Lee smirked, "Such a desperate little whore." He slapped his large hand against your packside before he reached forwards and grabbed a hold of your left wrist and pulled your arm behind your back. "Don't worry, Sugar, I'll fuck ya' just how you want."

You let out a deep groan as Lee quickly pulled out and pushed back as he held your left arm behind your back. As Lee fucked into you, his eyes were fixed on your engagement ring as it sparkled. A sense of pride filled his chest and made him move with more force.

He slipped his arm under your leg and held your wrist as he leaned over you. You let out a low moan as you felt Lee's tummy press against your back, your cunt squeezing around him. He reached round and wrapped his right hand around your throat lightly so he could raise your face from his desk, crashing his lips against yours in a needy, sloppy kiss. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth as you moaned deeply.

Items on Lee's desk began to rattle and fall onto the floor as the desk began to shake fiercely.

"Fuck, Sugar," He smirked against your lips, "Yer pussy was made for me."

You cried out, "Yes!" You groaned deeply as Lee touched that spot. "Oh, God,"

"Shh," Lee moved his hand up and forced two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing your tongue down to silence you. "We ain't want my deputies to 'ear ya' bein' a whore, do we?" He smirked as he hit that spot again that made you cry out around his fingers.

Lee didn't care who heard. You were his girl and if anyone dared say a word to bad mouth you, he'd take care of them.

"Shit!" Lee growled, your cunt squeezing his cock.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a muffled scream left your mouth as you felt your orgasm rip through your body.

Lee's right hand gripped your hip firmly as he hammered into, "Fuck!" He stilled and came inside of you making you moan and arch your back as you pushed yourself back onto him.

Lee removed his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his own mouth, kissing you softly.

He pulled back from you with a soft smile. "Did I hurt ya', Sugar?" He asked and slowly began to peel himself from you.

You shook your head, your eyes tired as Lee helped you to stand on your wobbly legs. "Worth it." You mumbled, smiling to yourself.

Lee rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. "C'mon, I'll take ya' home." He smirked at you. "Maybe I'll have lunch... Between your legs."

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[tuiccim]

The Taming of the Sheriff (Part 4)

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Villain Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Trigger Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+, Dom/Sub dynamics, sex, consideration of noncon, two baddies being bad, manipulative behavior, psycho/sociopathic behavior, explicit language, violence, death of minor character.

Series Summary: Starting over in the podunk town of Knockemstiff, you set your sights on new prey. Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s reputation proceeds him and fits the bill perfectly for your own purposes. Seduction is the easy part, but will you be able to keep the Sheriff in your thrall while keeping your secrets?

A/N: This series is written in collaboration with @weekendgothgirl​ . A tiny little imagine got kicked around and together it has been fleshed out into what we hope will be a fun romp for all.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

The Taming of the Sheriff Masterlist

Lee sat at his desk going through the past week's reports that he had to review and sign off on. It was the worst part about Mondays and he was in a foul mood. He'd be lucky to get through the pile of reports before supper time which might keep him from seeing you, making him even more annoyed. Not to mention that he got called out at the ass crack of dawn this morning (after you thoroughly wore him out last night) for a bullshit call the deputy could have handled on his own. He had told the deputy to report to him when he finished his rounds. He felt the need to vent his spleen on someone and that asshole had painted a target on his own back.

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Humming softly to yourself, you step out of the car, rearranging the flowers you’d picked for Lee and the hamper of food and drink. You know he’ll be working late, he always does on Mondays and comes to you moody and needy. This time you decided to do something different in hopes of making his Monday a bit more… palatable.

Locking your car, you walk purposely into the station. You ignore the knowing glances from the other cops, bored already with them, and stride into Lee’s office after rapping your knuckles on the door.

Lee sighs heavily thinking to himself, Fuck, can't even get through the goddamn morning without one of these fuckers needing something. He runs a hand through his hair prepared to give a tongue lashing to whoever strides in when he looks up to see you. His countenance changes immediately as he takes the sight of you in. 

"This is a surprise," his brow quirks as he looks you up and down.

Your lips tilt in an answering smile and you shrug as you shut the door behind you, “I know Mondays are rough for you so I thought I’d make it a little more enjoyable.” 

Your eyes twinkle mischievously as you place the basket down on the chair opposite Lee. “I thought a home cooked luncheon and some beautiful flowers would make the day better. It’s definitely better than diner food again.”

You pass him the homemade bouquet of wild roses and poppies tied together with English ivy strands.

"Shouldn't I be the one to bring you flowers, darlin'?" he smiles. Standing, he leans to kiss you once he receives your nod of permission.

“Mmm, but a guy can get flowers from his girl occasionally, too,” Smiling, you lean forward to kiss him again, “your lunch on the other hand…” you grin suggestively, “that you’ll need to earn.”

Lee studies your face with a smirk, "And how should I do that?"

“I think you know,” Smiling wider, you push the stacks of reports to one side of the desk and drop lightly on it. Leaning back on your hands you glance at him with a raised brow, “I didn’t wear this lovely dress for nothing, baby boy.”

"Yes, ma'am," he reaches under your skirt to pull off your panties only to find you aren't wearing any. He raises an eyebrow, "Fuck, I love y-, the way you think." Lee trips over the words, correcting himself quickly.

Your eyebrow quirks but you don’t mention the slip. You just mentally store it with a racing heart and grasp his tie, pulling him close. “I’m glad, baby, now get to work.” You chuckle at his enthusiastic expression and the way he practically jumps into his seat. 

He really is an excellent student but you never thought he’d be so receptive to your tutelage, so happy to serve you. He’f come such a long way and not hurt you like he had before your forest picnic date. Once you teach him a lesson, he takes it to heart.

He rolls his seat right in front of you and looks up at you for reassurance that he should continue. You smile down at him, perch your feet on the arms and pull your skirt up slowly.  Lee licks his lips and, as soon as you are exposed to him, wraps his arms around your thighs and dives in. He was already hard and had been perpetually so since he met you. It was like he was a fucking teenager again. You drove qhim crazy and drew him in at the same time. He was enamored and had almost let it slip.

You gasp, fingers wrapping around his hair as he devours you. Fuck. He’s been the most enthusiastic to take to this. You’ll miss it.

Lee looked up while his tongue worked and felt his cock twitch. You were leaning back on your arms with your head thrown back. He had learned how much you enjoyed this and had surprised himself how much he loved doing it. It was a feeling of power to be able to make you come repeatedly even as he submitted to you. You made every assignation an adventure. He certainly was never bored and even his deputies had noticed the change in his moods since being with you.  His tongue was working over your nub in tight circles, just the way you liked and your pants as you tried to keep quiet were making Lee's dick throb.

“Fuck baby.” You hold on tighter as you feel the familiar warmth heighten. Your thighs start to shake and your teeth sink into your lip to keep yourself quiet. 

You can’t help thinking that he’s the best man you’ve trained yet, he knows your body so well. Whimpering your free hand claws at the desk, pleasure taking over and then all you can think about is how Lee feels against you. His soft cheeks between your thighs, his tongue lapping eagerly and fuck. Your back bows as he sucks at your clit.

Lee drinks in every nuance of your body as you come on his face. He'll never get enough of this. Feeling you tremble and moan, knowing it was him that brought you there. He hasn't had enough yet and continues to eat you like the starving man he is. His right hand releases his grip on your thigh and makes its way to your weeping cunt. He thrusts two fingers into you and watches as your mouth falls open.

You moan lowly as your cunt squeezes his fingers and you try to push his face further into you. Your body twitches with aftershocks and building pleasure and you want him close, so close he’s almost a part of you. 

When his fingers move inside you, you whimper and press your free hand against your mouth, trying to keep quiet. Though honestly, you’re fairly sure they know what is happening in Lee’s office.

He couldn't care less if the entire building knew what was going on. All he could think of was making you feel good. Of getting you off and how fucking hard he is for you. You're pulling him in, your cunt with his fingers and your hands with his face. He's covered in your slick. His fingers curl, hitting that spot he's learned makes you see stars. He's loving the struggle you're in to keep quiet. It's hot hearing you trying to keep your normally vocal self from screaming. The breathless moans and silenced screams are so incredibly hot.

Fuck. You can’t help the drawn out moan as you wrap your legs around Lee, your orgasm so close that all you want to do is ride his face. And when he curls his fingers right, you shout out as you come. You forget the cops outside, you forget keeping quiet. All you can think of is Lee and the pleasure coursing through you.

Lee's left hand shoots up to cover your mouth as he laps at you through your orgasm. When your shuddering and aftershocks had calmed he slowly pulled away from you. He greedily sucks on his fingers as he stares at your blissed out face.

You blink and smile languidly at him as you watch him clean his fingers. Despite already coming twice, it still makes you hot watching him happily suck your essence from his skin. 

You tug at his tie and drag him into a rough, filthy kiss. When you both pull back for air, you smirk and whisper against his lips, “you’ve definitely earned your lunch.”

"That was a mighty fine appetizer you served. Can't wait for the main course," Lee smiles.

“Mmm, you might be disappointed. There’s nothing as good as that in there.” 

You stretch your limbs, relishing the way they ease the tightness of your muscles before sliding off the desk. You grab the basket, placing it on the desk before pushing Lee back into his chair. Carefully you unpack and layout the lunch and place the basket beside the desk before turning back to Lee. 

“I know where I want to sit,” you  smile devilishly as you lean down and open Lee’s pants. You chuckle at his gasp as you pull his hard cock free. 

“Mmm, it looks so comfy.” You pump his cock several times, just to hear the sounds he makes before pulling his chair close to the desk.

"Fuck, you gonna sit on my cock, baby? You know how bad I always want inside you," Lee throws his head back as you pump him with your hand, anticipating something even better.

Licking your lips you get him and the chair settled before lifting your dress. You smile at Lee’s growl, heart racing with happiness. You love the way he reacts to you. 

Reaching down, you grasp his cock and sit slowly on him, moaning lowly as he pushes inside, “Fuck.” 

Finally you’re fully seated and lean back against Lee’s chest to take a breath. “I was right, it’s so comfortable.” You smile and nose at his jaw before looking back at the desk, “Hungry, baby?”

His cock is throbbing as you sit wrapped around him. He knows your games. You're going to make him sit here and eat while you fidget in his lap. Fuck, he loved this about you. Your playfulness, control, absolute acceptance of his desires, and freedom in your own. He takes a few calming breaths, "In more ways than one."

Chuckling, you slowly stroke a finger over his lips before arranging your dress over him, just right. You lean forward slightly, clenching around him as you grab a sandwich and turn sideways. You bite your lip as you feel him twitch at your movement, “Here, baby.”

He takes a bite and chews slowly with a smile on his face. You are a siren and the truth is he'd willingly follow you to his death. Everything about you made him feel alive. He decides to let a little of his inner brat out and shifts so he can thrust up into you one time making you gasp. "Sorry, darlin'," he gives you a shit eating grin as he resettles. "Just wanna make sure we're as comfortable as we can be "

Shaking your head you decide to go easy on him for now. “Oh really?” You clench and rock against him with a hum, “I seem pretty comfortable.” You take a bite from the sandwich to hide your grin as Lee’s face contorts.

His arms are wrap more tightly around your waist and he bites his lip as you tease him. 

"You're-" Lee's words are cut off as his door opens. He's ready to bite the head off of whoever came in when he recognizes the president of the city council, Alan Graves. 

"Alan, what brings you to my office?" Lee tries desperately to play off his nervousness. His brow beads with sweat as the man approaches with a raised eyebrow.

"Sheriff," Alan greets with a nod. "This must be the little lady I heard captured your attention. I can see why."

You lay the sandwich down and brush invisible crumbs from the skirt of your dress. 

“We’re just having lunch, would you care for something?”

You know Lee is nervous, you can feel it where he’s touching you. You decide to give him a moment to recover as you add, “I’ve plenty, I tend to make more than needed.”

"I don't wanna impose as I've already interrupted your lunch. Just need to impart some information," Alan gives Lee a look.

You nod sympathetically, trying not to grin as you ask, “Do you need me to leave, so you boys can talk business?” 

Lee's arms tighten again and he pulls you more firmly into his lap. Through a grimace he manages, "No, darlin'. Anything he has to say to me, he can say in front of you. Go ahead, Alan."

"Alright, as long as you're sure," Alan waits for Lee to nod before continuing, "Zack Archer's back in town."

Lee's face changes immediately. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken. 

"Alone?" Lee asks.

"Yeah. I gotta go but wanted to make sure you were the first to know."

"Thanks, Alan," Lee says before turning back to you as the door closes. "Now, where were we?"

You frown, he doesn’t look happy. That news seems to have affected him. Shaking your head, you twist around and curl your hand around his jaw, “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing for you to worry about, darlin'. Come here," he tries to pull you to him for a kiss.

“Nope. Tell me. No kisses until you do.” You place a finger to his lips and add softly, “I might be able to help.”

"He jilted my sister. Messed with her, promised to marry her, and then ran off with another girl. It's because of him that she married that asshole Carl on the rebound. Told him if he ever showed his face in town again I'd castrate him. Now I get my chance," his face twists in a cruel smile.

“Mmm,” you lean back against his chest and stroke his cheek, “there’s a trick to that.“ You smile darkly, memories bubbling below the surface of your mind but you shake them away. Now isn’t the time. Nosing against his jaw again you ask him an important question. “Do you really want him hurt? Or killed?”

"You want me to be honest?"

"Always, baby boy."

"I want to beat him till he's unrecognizable and then watch him bleed out. I protect my family and he had his warning," Lee says coldly.

You nod, satisfied with his reaction. You’d never even considered this before but you are honestly thinking of getting this guy for Lee. It’s concerning actually. No one has gotten to you like he has, let alone have you wanting to hurt someone else because they hurt him. It’s got to be because of his sister. Of what happened to her. That’s it.

"Let's forget about him for right now. We have lunch and... other things to finish," Lee says, shifting his hips.

“Very true. And don’t worry, guys like him get what’s coming to them,” you smile softly before gasping as Lee shifts again. “You are hungry.” Laughing, you kiss him, paying him back for telling you what was bothering him.

"Mmmm. We should finish eating before I sweep everything off this desk and bend you over it," Lee says in a gravelly voice. "With your permission, of course."

You grin, pleasure flowing through you at his words. “Maybe next time, I spent quite a while making lunch and we should enjoy it.”

Obediently, he opens his mouth awaiting the next morsel. His cock was throbbing, screaming at him to move, to do something, but he knew that denying himself only led to more pleasure. He stared at you, mesmerized as you fed him bites of food. His mind brought back the slip he made earlier, nearly saying those three little words that are nothing but trouble. He couldn't help himself though, he was firmly ensnared in your web and happy to be caught. Not something he would ever admit to anyone but himself. And maybe you. Maybe.

You hum happily as you share the food, the simple moment calming and happy. Well, as simple as it can be with you sitting on his cock. You feed him a bite of pie and watch as he licks the sauce from his lips and it has you thinking about him, what you have and what’s to come. You take your own bite of pie and wonder why he feels different then the others in your past, why you actually feel for him. Or maybe it’s just your inner need shaking loose at his sister's story. But that wouldn’t explain everything. You shake free of the thoughts, now isn’t the time to think about it after all and lay down the fork. 

“Happy, baby?” You clench around him as he’s about to speak and chuckle.

Lee gives a sharp intake of breath at the burst of pleasure and then smiles at your glee in torturing him. He shifts his hips with a smirk and says, "I think the proper word for this feeling is horny. Fuck, you feel good."

Grinning, you kiss him deeply, “so do you.” You grab his hands and lay them on your breasts, as you lay back against his chest and snuggle close. “I think we should have dessert, don’t you?”

"Mm-hm," Lee hums with his lips against your neck. He squeezes your breasts through your dress and swipes his thumbs over your nipples as you circle your hips against him.

Your mouth opens with a quiet gasp as you rock against him. The movement after having him inside so long was shocking but  in a good way. 

“Fuck sheriff, I think we both needed this today.” You reach behind you to wrap an arm around his neck, keeping him close to your skin. You like feeling him close as you move. You like feeling his breath on your flesh. It keeps you in the moment.

He moves his lips up and down your neck as one of his hands slides down your body and under your skirt. He makes slow circles around your clit matching your pace.

"I always need this. Always need you," he whispers against your skin.

Gasping your nails scratch against his collar as you stretch, pleasure fizzing through you slowly. “I need you too, Lee. Fuck.”

"Jesus. Can I bend you over my desk, darlin'? Or do you like squirming on my cock like this too much?" Lee groans.

You laugh, a hint of desperation bleeding into it as you nod. “I love this but I want more Lee. Give me more.”

"Fuck," Lee picks you up with him as he stands. The remnants of your picnic and several files are thrown to the floor as he clears a space for you. He bends you over, wraps his hands around your waist, and begins pounding into you. His soft belly presses against you as your skin slaps together with the force of his thrusts. Your slick drips down his thighs as he fucks into you.

Moaning lowly, you grasp hold of the edge of the desk with one hand and reach back to grab Lee’s hip with the other. He’s gotten so good at pleasure, he knows you’re body almost as well as you do at this point and, fuck, is it delicious. You love every time he surprises you with a new trick or remembers something you love. His eagerness makes sex better. Your nails dig into his soft flesh and you bite at your arm to keep quiet.

He's lost in feeling all of you while still holding back. Staring at your face to ground himself, he watches as each motion of his hips brings you closer. He angles downward a little more to really hit that spot inside of you and grabs a handful of your ass to watch as his cock fucks into you.

Moaning you press back into him, hips moving with him as your thumb strokes over his skin. Pleasure heightens as he hits that spot inside you over and over. 

“Fuck baby. So close.”

"Come for me, darlin', please. Please, I need it. Need you to come all over my cock."

“Kiss me. Need you.”

Lee pulls you up slightly and turns your face to his. He kisses you deep and hard, his tongue thrusting in the same rhythm as his hips.

Fuck. The way his body moves with yours, the way he’s kissing you makes you feel as if you’re on fire. Your hand slips from his hip to reach for your clit, you barely touch yourself before you’re coming with a smothered cry.

"Jesus, fuck. Please. Please, baby, please, fuck. Please," Lee is nearly babbling as he begs you to let him come and you clench with each please the slips past his lips, making him ache even more. You wanted to hear him beg more, loved the desperation in his voice, and the compliance with your demand that he only comes when you give him leave.

Finally you reach back and grab his hand, lacing your fingers together as you nod. “Come for me, baby.”

Lee buries his face in your neck and lets out a hoarse cry as his body spasms sending wave after wave of cum deep inside you. His hips stutter and he lays there for a moment recovering. 

"Fuck, you're perfect."

“Mmm,” you keep hold of his hand and stroke over his thumb as you both recover. “I try. You weren’t too bad yourself, sheriff.”

"I could do this every Monday," Lee grins as he kisses your neck.

“That wouldn’t be as fun, too routine. Maybe once a month.” Chuckling you nuzzle into his touch, “If you’re lucky.”

"I guess I can live with that," Lee laughs. "See you tonight?"

Smiling you nod, “meet you at the bar at 8?”

You bend deliberately with your ass in his face and gather the lunch supplies.

Lee replies gravelly, "yeah." He does his pants up and helps pick up the things he threw on the floor.

Securing everything into your basket, you place it on the desk and turn to Lee. You smooth your hands over his shirt and adjust his tie before kissing him softly, “I’ll see you then baby boy.”

"Can't wait," he says as he watches you leave.

–

Sitting in your car you carefully check your hair and makeup before glancing at your watch. You’d decided on a plan during the afternoon, a way of helping Lee. It was risky, you were revealing more than you ever had before about yourself but you were confident in his feelings and the darkness in him was different to the others. He was more like you. 

Swallowing, you snap the mirror shut and drop it in your bag. You aren’t sure what to make of that so you focus on what you’re here for. Stepping out of the car, you spot Zack’s car and smile to yourself. Perfect.

Zack sat at the bar nursing a beer. He knew coming back to Knockemstiff was a risk but it'd been years, no one would care. When the door opened, Zack did a double take of the knockout that walks in on a cool breeze. He didn't recognize you and smiles to himself. Fresh meat who is none the wiser of his past misdeeds. He eyes you boldly as you approach the bar.

You can already sense his gaze boring into you as you make your way. You keep your gaze fleeting, as if you’re just seeing who’s in the bar. The bartender catches your eye and comes to take your order as you seat yourself a barstool away from Zack. You feel the weight of him slide close. Honestly, you’re kind of excited, a hunt in a hunt. You smile darkly to yourself as you glance at your ring, an emerald concealing the compartment beneath.

"Hey, toots. What brings you here all by your lonesome?" Zack says as he leers at you.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes and instead turn with a seductive smile pasted on your face. “Who said I was going to stay alone?” You quirk an eyebrow at him before you turn to take your drink with a thank you.

"Meeting someone?" He asks.

“Mmm, maybe.” You elegantly pull the cherry from your drink and pop it in your mouth with a happy hum. 

You glance around, the bartender is at the other side of the bar, there’s no one near you and Zack tears his attention away from you to look around. You take the opportunity presented and carefully turn your hand, flipping the emerald and pouring the powder below into Zack’s drink. It dissolves in a moment and you press the emerald back to conceal the compartment. It takes seconds, you have it to a fine art at this point. You’re poised as if nothing has happened by the time he looks back at you.

"Maybe you already met the man you need," he smirks, lifting his beer to his lips. He gives you a once-over that leaves no question as to what's on his mind.

You scoff and down the last of your drink, casually placing your glass back on the bar. 

“Maybe but it’s not you.” You watch him down his drink as you push away from the bar. “You’ll have to try on someone else.”

Turning on your heel you walk towards the door.

Bitch, Zack thinks to himself. He eyes you shrewdly as you walk to the front. Smirking to himself, he thinks it seems like a good time for some fresh air.

"Not a good idea, son," the bartender warns as if he heard him speak aloud. 

"Just gonna make sure the little lady makes it to her car okay," Zack slurs slightly, feeling a bit woozy. 

"She said no. Shake it off and go home," the bartender says and shakes his head as he watches the obstinate idiot walk away. "Your neck, man, that the sheriff's girl."

Zack walks outside having stopped listening to the bartender before he even started walking away. He spots you by the payphone on the corner and weaves his way to you. Not that there was anything in the way but he felt like he just drank a bottle of whiskey instead of just a couple of beers.

Quickly making your way to the payphone you call Lee. You tell him to meet you at the clearing in the woods where you had your picnic. When he agrees you hang up and grin as you hear unsteady steps behind you. 

"Hey toots. Imma show you a good time," Zach says, wiping some spit from his chin.

Turning around you hear Zack slurring practically in your face. As he speaks you laugh, “I know you will. Come with me.” You lead him to your car, getting him in with minimal fuss and only a little groping. Fuck, you can’t wait for him to get what he deserves.

He could barely hold his head up for the ride. Damn, she was easier than he imagined. His hand reaches for your thigh as he slurs, "Where we going, toots? Your place?"

You barely restrain yourself from rolling your eyes and shake your head. “Somewhere else. A clearing in the woods, it’s beautiful.”

You think of Lee’s reaction, what he’d do and it helps you deal with this man’s touching. God, you’ve had to deal with it a lot. Still, soon he won’t be anyone's problem anymore. 

You park and stare at the guy, his eyes are glazed and all he can do is think with his dick. Perfect for your needs. “Stay here a moment, I’ll just get my blanket out the trunk.”

"Sure thing, toots," Zack chuckles as he tries to wink.

This time you do roll your eyes as you make your way to the back of the car. Fuck, he’s infuriating. You open the trunk with more force than necessary and make yourself stop and take a deep breath. At least the drug is working as intended. After a moment you take out the blanket and picnic basket and slam the door closed. “Okay Zack, let’s go.”

"Comin', baby, pretty soon you will be, too," his grating laugh follows you down the path.

--

Lee was confused and intrigued by your phone call. You had agreed to meet at the bar at eight but instead you called him a couple of hours early, telling him to meet you at the clearing. He surely wasn't going to pass up the chance to fuck you under the stars. He pushed aside the last few files on his desk and told his deputy not to expect him before nine tomorrow. He planned on being thoroughly worn out. This was the best Monday of his life.

His cock jumped at just the sight of your car. Parking hurriedly, he grabbed a lantern for when the sun went down shortly and strode quickly down the path. As soon as his eyes took you in, he grinned but then he noticed the man trying to paw at you and he saw red. 

"What the fuck is this?" He seethed.

Sighing you push the man away, watching him fall to the blanket before turning to Lee. 

“Hi baby, I’m glad you’re here! I’ve got a present for you.” You stand and press a kiss to Lee’s lips. “This is the guy you were talking about, right?”

"W- wait, what?" Lee looks utterly confused.

You lean against Lee, smiling as his arm automatically wraps around your waist. 

“Was this the guy that Alan told you about?”

Lee looks at your face, then back to Zack, and then an evil smile twists his face, "Yeah, it is. What did you have in mind, darlin'?"

"What the fuck is going on here? Why the fuck is he here?" Zack seems to be coming back to his senses a bit as he stares up at the two of you from the blanket.

You look over your shoulder at Zach, “shut up! Christ,” you look back at Lee, “he has not stopped talking. Which is surprising with what I used to drug him.” You hum confused but shrug it off. “I thought you could do whatever you desired. And I bought cheese and wine for after.” You smile, stroking over his lips with the pad of your thumb. “You have been a good boy, so you deserve a treat. And revenge is such a treat.”

"You drugged me, you cunt?" Zack cries petulantly.

"The lady said shut up," Lee growls and delivers a swift kick to his face. Turning back to you, he says, "You're fucking twisted and I love it." Lee kisses you hard and fast before stooping to grab Zack by his shirt front,  "Come here, asshole. Remember me?"

Zack shakes himself and then gapes at Lee as his head clears enough to recognize him, "Fuck. I didn't touch her! I didn't know she was yours!"

Your eyes flash as he speaks, “I am nobody’s. I belong only to myself, dick.”You lay a hand on Lee’s shoulder, letting the anger drain before kissing him roughly. “Have fun.”

He stares at you for a moment, breathing heavily, turned on by your acceptance of his dark side before turning back to the still docile Zack. 

"I'll- I'll- I'll leave. I'll never come back. I'm sorry!" Zack begs as terror overtakes him. 

"Too late," Lee says darkly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Teach you a lesson."

"You're the sheriff. You can't do this!" Zack screams.

"You're right. I am the sheriff. But you're also wrong. I can do whatever I want. In this town, I am the law. And in your case, judge, jury, and executioner," Lee laughs and then starts punching. 

Zack's face was pummeled and when Lee stopped and dropped him to the ground, he thought it was over. But Lee was nowhere near done and took his boot to the man's ribs.

You settle down on the blanket, watching Lee get his revenge with a smile. His darkness would probably scare any other woman but, to you, it’s delicious. You briefly wonder if he’d be as accepting if he saw your own dark side but you push that aside, it’s not worth thinking about. 

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you smooth your dress skirt before reaching for a wine bottle and glasses. You pour two glasses as you watch Lee kick Zack repeatedly. You’re glad you hadn’t put anything that would deaden pain into your drug mix. You wouldn’t want him to miss out, after all.

Lee glances at you casually pouring wine as if you were just watching a tv show rather than him beating a man bloody. The little smirk on your face and twinkle in your eye as you watch turns him on. You were loving this and he loved that you did. He stopped and looked down at the man who groaned and looked back at him. 

"Stay with me, asshole. No passing out," Lee says as he smacks the man's face. He steps on the man's balls and watches as he groans wide-eyed at the pain. "I should castrate you then cut your tongue out."

"No! No, please," Zack wheezes.

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you at their exchange. “I told you I could help you with that.”

You place Lee’s glass beside the basket and take a sip from your own.

Lee chuckles, grabs his glass for a quick sip, and then smiles proudly at you, "I don't doubt you could have handled this all by yourself, darlin'. Anything in particular you'd like to see?"

You smile up at Lee and nod, “I could have but I wanted you to have revenge. It’s important.” You purse your lips as you think for a moment before shaking your head, “I just want you to enjoy yourself. Then we can have our picnic.”

Lee looks at Zack and then back to you. You can tell he's wrestling with something. He shifts his weight, clenches and unclenches his jaw, and finally comes out with it, "And if I... kill him?"

You look at him steadily and shrug, “if you kill him, that’s what you need to do. Who am I to judge that?” You finish your wine, placing the glass besides Lee’s and stand, hands cupping his face. “You won’t change in my eyes. I know who you are, remember?”

Lee's mind races. He wants to kill the bastard but could he trust you to keep the secret? Could he trust you to see this side of him? He would hate to have to kill you. He glanced down at the bastard again and red flashed in his vision. Worth the risk. 

Lee walks around to put a boot on his face, "Apologize to my girl for insulting her."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Zack screams.

"Apologize for what you did to Sandy."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Zack cries.

"You didn't mean to? You DIDN'T MEAN TO? You took her innocence and then you ran off with some whore," Lee reminds him.

"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! Please!"

"Don't worry, this won't hurt... Much." Lee lifts his boot off the asshole's face and presses it down on his neck. Zack grabs at his foot and his body spasms as Lee crushes his trachea. It doesn't take long before his arms drop and his body stops twitching.

You look over the beaten, dead man before you and feel nothing for him. In fact, you’re glad he’s gone. He hurt Lee. He insulted you and was creepy as hell. Besides, he’s like a light version of the men you went for before. All you want to do now is eat and drink and clean Lee up. You step up behind Lee, laying a hand on his arm as you press closer, “Feel better baby?”

Lee's face twists into a grimace, "Yeah. "

“Good. Come on, come sit down.” You lead him to your side of the blanket and push him down. You pass his mostly full glass to him before settling opposite him and digging in the basket. You pull out a rag and a bottle of your special blood removing formula. You tip the bottle on the rag and start carefully cleaning him up, talking as you do. “Are you hungry? I bought cheese, bread, fruit and more wine.”

"No," Lee's eyes are dark, like a stormy ocean, "not for food." He's nearly feral, his primal instincts taking over, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He's bolder than normal as he inches your skirt up without permission.

“Oh.” You grin at him, trapping his hand, “wait.” You screw the lid back on the bottle and place it and the rag out the way before pushing him down, landing next to Zack’s body. It doesn’t faze you at all and you ignore him in order to tear at Lee’s clothes. “You were so good, baby boy.”

"Need inside you," Lee growls, hands fisting the blanket beneath him in an attempt to keep control.

“Yes!” You open his shirt, nipping at the skin as you undo his belt. “Want you too.”

Lee pulls your dress off and licks his lips, "Fuck me, still no underwear?"

You laugh deeply, shaking your hair from your face. “You know me Sheriff, I like to be free.” You push his pants and underwear down, “fuck me, Lee.”

You're hovering above him, his cock hitting your soaking pussy. He slides it along your wet slit before thrusting up into you. His hands grip your hips as he uses his thighs to pound up into you, fast and hard.

You cry out as he pushes inside, nails pressing into the skin of his shoulders as he moves. Your cunt clenches around him, senses overwhelmed by him as you lean down to kiss him roughly.

"Fuck," Lee rolls you under him, throws your legs over his shoulders and thrusts into you. It was out of character for him. He knew not to make such moves without permission but, in this instance, with the primal air about him, you allowed it. After all, he was fucking into you at just the right angle. Lee's arms wrap around your legs and one hand moves to play with your clit making you arch.

“Fuck baby, just like that.” You reach up to fist his hair, letting it ground you as pleasure flows through you. 

You’re both close, you can feel it and it amazes you how alike you are in your reactions. Fuck, it’ll be a shame when you have to move  on.

Lee's hips are pounding into you. His cock is so hard and throbbing but he felt like he could go forever at the moment. He needed you to come, to clench around him, to call his name. "Fuck, come for me, please, baby. Need to feel you."

You clutch at him tightly, throwing yourself into the pleasure he’s giving. You couldn’t control yourself if you tried, not this time. You let him feel every twitch and shake of your body, your back arching as you come with a loud cry of his name.

"That's it. That's it, darlin'. C'Mere," Lee kisses you and then pulls out. He flips you onto your hands and knees and slides back in. "Ah, fuck. Fuck!" Lee's grip on your hips is near brutal as he slams into you.

Fuck you love it though, you love the reason why. Hell, he’s the first man who’s been able to keep up now that he’s learned your body. You grip the blanket beneath you and move with his strokes growling out, “more. Fuck me like you mean it Sheriff.” You want bruises and blood and painful pleasure. You want him to feel all he’s done and you want to revel in it with him.

"I'll make you feel it," Lee grits out. One hand grabs a handful of your hair and the other slaps your ass hard as his thighs slap against yours.

You cry out, teeth bared as you reach behind you to grab his hip, needing to feel him. Fuck. You can feel another orgasm coming, your clit aches to be touched even as your pussy clenches.

Lee pulls you up by your hair and wraps his hand around your throat. The other hand finds your clit to make swift motions around it.

"This what you wanted, baby? Fucking you like I mean it. Never felt anything as good as you. Come for me. Come all over my cock again. Need to feel it. Please, baby."

You moan long and low as you shudder in his grasp, “yes. Fuck.” You shake apart in his arms as you scream out your orgasm, mind filled with nothing but bliss.

"Fuck," Lee moans as he feels you clenching around him. He lays your front down on the blanket and lays over you. His cock still driving into you, throbbing painfully in need. "Please," he whispers to you.

You pull his arm around your neck and bite at his soft wrist, a reminder that you were in control before whispering, “come for me baby boy. Fill me.”

Lee lets out a savage growl as he finally lets himself go. His dick throbbed with each spurt he released. His hips slapped into your a few more times and then he collapsed next to you, breathing heavily. "Fuuuuccccckkkkkk."

“Mmm.” You turn to curl around him, head on his shoulder as you both regain your breath. You don’t bother to push your dress back down, unashamedly letting Lee see where his come was leaking from.  

“Don’t get used to that, that was a treat because of what you did.” You look up at him with a smile as your fingers dance over the bare skin of his chest, “and I really wanted it.” Your eyes twinkle as your smile widens.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Lee chuckles. The truth is he loves when you're in control. Even now when he was being more dominant his mind wouldn't let him come until you gave him leave.

“I know, I just like hearing you say so.” You smile wider, legs tangling with his as you raise off his shoulder to kiss him softly.

“We’ll need to wait til it’s darker before we can deal with him.” You barely glance at Zack’s body beside them, “so we should finish our picnic first.”

Lee looks at you with admiration. You were so different from anyone he'd ever met. "You brought everything we need, didn't you?"

“Mmm, maybe…” You look at him mischievously and rub your noses together. “I thought it would be better to be prepared.”

"You're gonna be the death of me," Lee laughs, shaking his head.

“Maybe…” You laugh with him, holding him close.

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