Prompt: “You wanted a monster, so stop screaming now that I finally became one.” | WRATH week of my Summer of Sin event
Pairing: Dad!Lee Bodecker x Daughter!reader
Word Count: 526 words
Tags: DDDNE (dead dove, do not eat); incest; graphic violence (not towards reader); rough sex; p in v; unprotected sex; breath play/choking; emotional manipulation; corruption kink; violence as a love language; lee is one possessive & jealous bastard; one use of baby girl and one use of sugar bun as petnames; reader calls Lee "daddy"
Author's note: i know i am so late with these fics. truly, deeply, sorry for making you all wait. also decided to change the coloring of my moodboard halfway through, but really who CARES, the oracle can do what it pleases. thank you all for sticking around. :)
Cowering against the wall of the old shed behind the farmhouse, rough wood bites into your back as your father looms over you. Sheriff Bodecker’s uniform is smeared with dirt and flesh blood, badge glinting faintly in the lantern light. Knuckles split raw, with half dried blood, from the beating he had just unleashed upon the man who dared look at you too long in town, come up to brush your arm.
“Daddy, please—” your voice cracks into a sob as you glance at the crumpled body in the corner, no longer conscious.
Lee’s large hand grabs your chin, forcing your eyes back to his, maybe an attempt to force you to face his stormy blue eyes, or maybe to protect you from the bloody sight on the floor.
“Ya’ wanted a monster, so stop screamin’ now that I finally became one,” he drawls.
Tears spill down your cheeks. For years you craved him in all of his corruption, while he kept you tucked away, not letting any boy your age touch you, never letting you stay out of the house for any longer than necessary for school or church. It wasn’t unholy, at first, only an overprotective father keeping you safe from the evils that lurked outside the walls of your home. Much later, when you were already an adult, late nights when your mama was gone became different, with rough hands pushing up your nightgown, whiskey breath hot against your neck as he whispered how you were his good girl, his only girl. That’s when you had begged for more while letting him ruin you, because the sick pleasure of being wanted by him in the same measure that you wanted him drowned out everything else.
“I did it for you. Sorry son of a bitch thought he could have what’s mine. My daughter, my fuckin’ everything,” he growls, pressing his body flush against yours, one bloodied hand yanking your skirt up while the other pins your wrists above your head.
A whimper makes its way past your lips as his fingers shove between your thighs, demanding, just like every time he’s taken you since you were too naive to know better. But your body betrays you anyway, slick and aching for the man who made you.
“Daddy, I didn’t mean for any of this—”
“Shut your mouth, baby girl,” Lee hisses as he frees himself and thrusts into you in one hard stroke, pining you harder against the shed wall. “You wanted a dad who killed for ya’. A man who’d burn this whole damn county down to keep ya’ in his bed. Don’t go actin’ scared now.”
Every thrust rocks you against the wooden wall as he fucks you with raw need, fingers digging into your plush muscles to keep you close, before one hand comes up and lazily wraps around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make spots dance in your vision while he buries himself deep.
“Say you're mine, sugar bun,” he rasps into your ear. “Say you're daddy's girl, and no one else's.”
“I'm yours, Daddy,” you choke out, the words drowned between broken sobs and moans.
You are the newest secretary for the small town police department. Your boss is Lee Bodecker who is also your dad's best friend. You often stay behind to complete work, code word: to fuck around with Lee. Your dad trusts him enough.
#15 and #16 with Lee Bodecker or Raymond Leon. Like imagine its a 'casual thing' (reader being strung along) and then finally deciding to try and feel good for yourself by going to a bar and sparking light conversation with a stranger only to be held by the waist and them appear next to you scaring the poor fella off. Cue the angst of what are we mixed with rough smut and a lil extra heartbreak of being so tired out reader says I love you by accident. Just a humble thought 😌
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oh my gosh I haven't thought about lee bodecker in so longgg and i love some angsty smut <3
smut prompts #15 jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar and #16 accidental i love you’s during sex 18+ only minors dni seriously i'm not kidding
If he didn't want you, fine. If this was just fun, just nights in the back of his cruiser or stolen moments when no one was looking, fine. It wasn't what you wanted, but you would never admit that, so you would just accept it.
But why couldn't he let anyone else have you? More specifically, why couldn't he let you have just a taste of freedom?
He had no right to be jealous, surely he knew that; you figured all that 'you're mine' stuff in bed (though it was so rarely a literal bed) was just to be kinky. Apparently not, since he had somehow sensed that you were considering accepting some attention from a stranger-- since he had somehow found you here just to interrupt your brief moment of self-respect-- and ruined it.
You weren't sure how far you were really going to let it go. The young man at the bar was friendly if a little overly eager (and certainly more age appropriate for you) and you figured if you wanted, you could have him take you home and remind you what this felt like before Lee.
But you were pretty sure you wouldn't-- you knew you were too far gone for that. You knew, on some level, that you would spend the whole night thinking of Lee even if you weren't spending it with him.
In fact, when you'd tried to politely wiggle your way out of the flirtatious conversation, you'd almost slipped up. "You're sweet," you'd praised him bashfully, "but really, I should tell you, I can't."
"Why not?" he'd asked instantly. "Aw, you must have a boyfriend, don't you?"
And for a second you were going to instinctively nod. Actually, you had to take a sip of your drink to cover it and stall while you thought of something else. "Um, no," you'd finally mumbled, "but--"
"What a waste," he'd cooed at you sweetly, reaching to pet your thigh. Forward, sure, but not as aggressive at you thought it might've felt-- and not actually unwelcome, either.
And that was when he fucking appeared, impossibly, in the door. You jumped away from the hand on you when you saw him, like you were going to get in trouble. You felt stupid a second later for having such a thought-- why would I get in trouble?-- but you were right the first time.
That is, if you consider it 'trouble' to be behind the bar with your face pressed up against the cold brick wall, your panties around your knees, and your dress unbuttoned just enough to allow for a rough hand to squeeze one of your tits. I think most people would consider that trouble, surely.
"What were you thinking, baby?" Lee growled against your ear, fucking up into you harshly but keeping your hips in place with his free hand. "Letting some boy feel you up."
I thought you wouldn't care, you thought, but all your mouth could let out was more pathetic whimpers and moans.
"Guess m'not takin' good enough care of you," he decided. "Sorry, honey, didn't know you needed it so bad."
It wasn't a very sincere apology, it felt pretty condescending in fact, but when the hand that had slipped inside your dress and bra came down to fiercely rub your clit instead... you couldn't quite muster the energy to be offended. "Fuck," you whimpered, knees wobbling like they would give out without him holding you up.
"Or maybe you just wanted to make me angry, huh?" he suggested, his voice getting a bit rougher just as his movements did as well. "This is what you need, to be reminded who you belong to?"
Your eyes were stinging, but you weren't sure if you were about to cry from how he was slamming into you or something a bit more metaphysical.
"Well, I won't let you forget, baby," he promised. "Say it for me and I'll let you come."
"Lee, I--"
"Mm?" he encouraged.
You knew you were supposed to say I'm yours, but maybe it was the moderate inebriation, or maybe you were just tired of fucking lying-- to him and to yourself. "I love you," you blurted out.
As you shut your eyes tightly, realizing what you'd just done, you felt his motion slow to a stop. "Huh?" you heard his response.
"I-I'm sorry," you started to take it back immediately, hoping somehow he would believe that you just misspoke and you didn't really mean it.
"Honey..." he sighed, and you let a breath out of your nose. There was already an apology brewing in his tone, you could hear it. A gentle letdown. An awkward 'I thought you knew what this was'. Something like that. "You--"
"I'm sorry," you said again, prying yourself out from between him and the wall. You quickly pulled your panties back up, struggling to button the top of your dress again with your shaking hands.
"Hey," he said softly, turning you back towards him with a hand on your upper arm. You looked down-- ostensibly at your buttons-- but your sniffle gave it away. "Hey, hey," he said again as you started to openly cry, and pulled you into his chest to wrap you in a hug.
You weren't sure if he'd ever hugged you in all this time... you certainly hadn't cried in front of him, at least not with him noticing.
"You can do better than me," he whispered to you. "You can do so much better than me..."
You shook your head as best you could with it pressed against him.
"You can," he assured, "you know I'm no good for you, honey. I shouldn't've... hell, I probably shouldn't've messed around with you at all. S'my fault, I just..."
He'd said something about that before. Just couldn't help myself, that was his excuse at the time. You looked so cute and helpless, just couldn't resist you. It had made you feel like a million bucks at the time, but then he came and told you you should head back home and you felt so cheap. That's just how it always went-- and you kept coming back, because you couldn't help yourself, either.
"And you're too young to be stuck with somebody--"
"Then let me go," you demanded, stopping him suddenly. He loosened his embrace and you pulled back enough to look up at him with your watering eyes. "Love me, or let me go."
He looked back at you-- seemingly tenderly, unless you were just imagining it. But then, no, he reached up and held your cheek, his thumb wiping a tear, so yes-- it must have been tenderness you were seeing on his face. It made him look so different... "Dunno how," he mumbled nervously.
"Which one?" you asked.
"Both," he answered. "Don't know how to let you go. But I don't know how to love anybody. Not proper, anyway. Not the way you deserve."
"Well, give one a try," you frowned, "or I'm leavin'. For good this time."
For once, he didn't taunt you with the reminder that you always came back. He did smile, but not in a teasing way. "My, you're a handful," he scoffed. "And I'm not talkin' about your ass-- this time."
You rolled your eyes.
"I like it, though," he decided. He'd told you before that he liked your 'spunk' as he called it, even if he suddenly decided that it was an 'attitude' sometimes and found creative ways to put you in place. This felt different, of course-- this didn't feel like another way for him to belittle and compliment you at the same time. This felt like he was admitting something he really liked about you as a person, which you hadn't realized was important until he did it just then and it made your chest warm up instantly. "I wanna love ya, honey-- just never ended well for me before..."
"I don't care," you insisted. "Just try."
He shook his head. "It's not that I have to try... it's..."
He sighed through his nose, frowning a little. You kind of got the impression Lee wasn't well-versed in complex emotional conversations.
"It's easy to love you," he decided, and your heart fluttered again. "Everybody does, honey, you know that, but-- fuck, if I fucked you up, I'd feel like shit for the rest of my life."
"M'already fucked up," you assured, "by you, and before you. Why can't we just be fucked up together?"
He didn't answer your question, but he kissed you: actually, the way he kissed you, it was the answer to your question. It was sweet, and soft, and completely out of place behind a dirty old bar. Then again, so were you, and yet it was clear from the way you wrapped your arms around his shoulders that there was no place you'd rather be.
Lee's jacket is too small and he can't do it up anymore. How do you make him feel better?
Warnings: Body insecurity. Please let me know if I missed any!
Lee opens the closet door to grab his jacket, the bane of his existence of late, but he stops short when he sees a different jacket hanging where his is supposed to be.
"Honey, where's my jacket?" he calls out. He suspects what's happened, but he won't outright accuse you. Yet.
"It's in the closet like usual," you chirp from the kitchen, preparing his lunch.
"This ain't my jacket," he counters, his tone more stern than he maybe intended.
You walk to the closet and hand Lee his lunchbox.
"I got you a new one that'll fit you better," you confess. "I saw you struggling with the old one and made the decision to get you something better."
"It ain't the jacket that that needs to fit better," he grumbles. Patting his stomach he adds, "where the hell did all o' this come from?"
Wrapping your arms around him, you give him a kiss on the nose. "It comes from being a wonderful husband who loves his wife's cooking."
That gives him pause. "You ain't embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"Of course not!" you quickly reassure. "Especially not when you've never made me feel bad about my extra pounds."
"Yeah, but your curves are beautiful and sexy," he smirks. "Give me more o' you to love on."
"And the same goes for you," you wink. "If you don't mind being late to work, I can show you."
Lee smiles genuinely, "you're a vixen and I love you."
𓂃 𓈒𓏸 wrath i
pairing: lee bodecker x f!reader
prompt: “You wanted a monster, so stop screaming now that I finally became one.”
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, outdoor sex, non/dubcon, prone, dom!lee . . .
word count: 649
a/n: im back to my roots, i miss my husband so much man :") usually i like to write him all lovey dovey bc im self indulgent and adore him but i tried going mean here (though in my mind hes doing this shit becauussseee he loves you) lol
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You've always wondered how far the forest goes. How the trees envelop the horizon, how they wind together, forming blankets over the sky and ripple beneath soil. Only now, you realise, the roots tangle at your ankles like shackles, like hands of the damned pulling you beneath the surface.
You laid prone, unable to move with the sheriff's body knelt over your thighs. Knees bracketing, sunken in the soil, one big, rough hand roaming up and down the expanse of your back, as the other held your face to the floor, cheek pressed to the damp leaves.
He pressed inside of you without alarm. That sharp smile of teeth, nicotine stained with coffee still plastered to his tongue, watching as he entered with a few heavy taps of his cock on your ass, letting your tight walls clamp around him, holding still, groaning at every squeeze you give at the intrusion, at the warmth he gives while you laid, thighs already shaking, debauched in the dead of night.
"I-I didn't…" you choked, swallowing thickly, trying to gather the words on your tongue while soil stuck to the corner of your mouth. "Lee, please, I didn't mean to!"
A chuckle ruptured from above, making his shirt clad belly, jiggle atop your ass. "Oh no, sweetheart. But you did," he cooed all too casually, entertained by your restless squirming. "Now, I gave you instructions, remember? Even made you repeat 'em to me."
The reminder he teases makes your eyes squeeze shut, mouth sweet and sour with the recollection, the ghost of his 'atta girl' in your ears, and his orders to the inside of your cheeks. But the words don't form. Can't, even. With the heavy weight of his body into your own, holding down, inside and out, everything feels so perfectly fuzzy.
"Didn't I?" Lee pushes, voice louder, tugging at the tufts at the back of your neck, making you squeal.
"Mhm, fu— yes, yes." You groan. The sharp sting of the pull shooting down your back, pulsing around his cock.
"An' you remember what I said," he sneered. "About the repercussions?"
You didn't.
"Yes… Yes, sir."
Another yank back, and a yelp tears past your lips. Jaw slack despite your intention to grit your teeth a bear, just like he'd taught you — too bad you were never a good student.
Your vocal chords rang, echoing amongst the crowd of trees that enveloped you both, voyeurs to this ritual, shielding you both from the outside world, and it nearly covered his own shout. Hot and accusative on your shoulder. Not a bite, but harder. Bigger. A gash that dripped blood like a waterfall of wine.
"Liar!" His voice breaks at the edges, like it hurt to point and frame. But it's as his fist gripped tighter, tugging at the follicles you could almost hear the stretch of each strand, your body shook. Arousal, likely. But he noticed the tears streaking down your cheeks, all messy and dappled in dirt and leaves. His pristine, sweet angel, all sullied and debased underneath him for all of the trees to see.
Lee laughs, a wheeze that sticks to your skin. "You see what you make me? You see what your little dumbass makes me do? You realise I can do worse, you know that?" He leaves space for you to speak, or groan, or perhaps clench around him. "Of course you do, I know you — I fuckin' know what you're like. Runnin' into the woods, makin' me lose my fucking mind…"
Leaning down, you can just about feel the graze of his teeth on your neck. "You got what you wanted, darlin', got my fuckin attention. All to get my cock wet," he sniffles carelessly, pushing you back into the ground without ceremony and eased back. "Wanna hear you scream for help, see if anyone hears… Seems like a nice spot, huh, baby?"
Prompt: “You should be grateful I chose you. No one else is worthy of my touch.” - Pride 01 for @theoracleofsin event Summer of Sin
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Word count: 610 words (lmfao.....when do i ever actually comply with word limits bro)
Tags: dddne; dubcon/noncon (very blurry line); heavy coercion; power imbalance; abuse of power; lee basically sexually harrasses reader at work; emotional manipulation; religious guilt; fingering (mentioned); p in v (mentioned); obsession (on Lee's side); i imagined this with an age gap (reader on early twenties) but it's not mentioned in the fic
Notes: well fellas lovers friends! marta is embarking in yet another event ig? idk why i evem try, these always stress me out, but i've been wanting to get my inspiration going for different characters so i guess it's time to move my fingers and get this party started !!!!!!
Knockemstiff dust still clings to his boots when he shows up uninvited to your doorstep, badge catching the porch light and making it glisten like something holy. Three weeks since the last visit, you realize, feel like very little time, and all too long simultaneously. Sheriff Bodecker has never been quite a patient man, especially not when it comes to you, but he has learned to take him time and wait you out, close to how a hunter waits for its pray to die nearby after it’s been stricken.
“Y’ missed me?” he says when you open the door after three knocks, and he’s smiling which only means he doesn’t need you to answer that.
Your arms stay crossed, screen door shut and only the thin wire mesh between his grin and your remaining good sense.
It’s still clear as day in your head how this all started. How Sheriff Lee Bodecker started coming into your diner every night, and made sure to sit by the tables you were waiting. How he drawled a sweet ‘Evenin’, darlin’’ every time, and whispered filth about church girls and praying on your knees.
“Church girls make the sweetest sinners once they learn to let go,” he had said once, and then later that night caged you in the back room of the diner, away from prying eyes, and slide his fingers inside your uniform skirt until you were begging for mercy. Your religious upbringing had taught you modesty, but his hands stripped away every layer of it until all that was left was a shell of you, one too eager to please him regardless of how fast your actions will take you to Hell.
Resistance had proven futile every time. So you resorted to allowing it to happen.
“Absolutely didn’t miss you,” you tell him now, on this summer night with the heat pressing close and thick as bad breath.
Lee laughs openly, taking the words like a complimenting and assuming you mean the exact opposite of what you’ve said. He steps closer anyway, palm flat against the frame and close enough that you can immediately smell the whiskey on him. An honest man would never look at you the way he does, but Lee has never needed honesty; all he ever needed were folks too scared or too tired to resist him.
“Y’ should be grateful I chose you. N’one else is worthy of my touch,” he tells you, and it sounds like a secret between the two of you and God.
It isn’t the first time he’s said something like that, most likely won’t be the last, but something still goes cold in your chest.
“Chose. Like I didn’t have a say,” you answer and his grin falters, just a flicker, gone quick and replaces by the easy county-boss charm he wears for campaign photos. A man who has never hear a no land soft, because every refusal is just proof somebody hasn’t learned their place yet. And you’re well on your way to learn yours.
“Gonna let me in?” he asks, but you know he’s not really asking.
You finally open the door, step to the side, and you know he will keep coming back like tonight, mistaking resignation for invitation. Or maybe he knows the difference, but it doesn’t matter when he’s buried inside of you in your warm bed and your pussy flutters around him all the same.
♪ Prompt | Day 30 Bonus #1 Little Things Mean a Lot - Kitty Kallen | “Call me at six on the dot”
♪ Summary | Lee Bodecker only had a couple of rules to ensure your safety when he had to work nights. But you really never were good at following the rules.
♪ Warnings + Tags | Allusions to smut, Lee is a tad controlling, banter, open ended
♪ Phoenix Chirps | It's the final day. I have three scribbles ready to go this fine day...did I finally finish something? We'll see...
♪ Word Count | 300
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Sheriff Lee Bodecker was a man of control, first and foremost. Nothing went on in his town without him knowing. And as such, he had an incredibly rigid schedule which he set for his wife.
When presenting it, he said it was to ensure your safety. With his position, there were bad men out there that would stop at nothing to hurt those he loved. "No matter what sugar, you call me at six on the dot when I'm working nights."
Again, it was meant to be about your safety. But you never were good at following the rules.
So at 6:01pm when Lee's phone hadn't rung, he could already feel his blood pressure rising. That was, until you swung open his office door, wearing what he suspected to be a coat just long enough to conceal that you were wearing nothing underneath and a pair of black leather heels. And just like that, Lee felt his blood rush elsewhere.
"Sheriff," you purred, sliding the lock secure on the door and walking slowly until the toes of your shoes met his work boots.
Lee's eyes dragged up your bare thighs, the small hint of cleavage that you dared to show, and settled on your face. "Thought I told you to call me."
You hummed, settling onto his lap. "And I thought you knew I never really was good at following the rules."
"Sounds like someone needs to put you back in line," he murmured, hauling you further into his embrace.
"That seems like a job for the man who put a ring on my finger," you teased, dipping your hand under the open collar of his uniform shirt.
"Sure does," Lee agreed, his hand running up your thigh to find that you were indeed naked under the coat.
Pairing - Dad!Lee Bodecker x wife!reader & daughter
Summary - Parental instincts mixed with Police duty when it comes to Lee’s daughter
Prompt - "It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss”
Warnings - fluff , Lee being a protective Daddy and Sheriff 🫠
Word count - 300
A/N - My Day 29 entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles.
A/N 2 - Society made the banner
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"It was only a kiss. It was only a kiss Daddy! Mama said I could!”
Sheriff Lee Bodecker froze and turned to face his daughter.
“Sweetpea, I hope you’re telling me the truth right now.”
“Cross my heart!” Eyes the same shape and colour as his shone sincerely.
With a grunt Lee headed outside where you were taking laundry off the line. Flashing him a smile you folded the items as Lee came to stop in front of you.
“Our daughter just told me she gave a boy a kiss.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And that you told her she could?”
“I didn’t see a problem since he asked nicely.” When there wasn’t another question you turned to see Lee stomping back towards the house. “What are you doing?”
“I wanna find this boy who thinks he can ask my daughter for a kiss without speaking to me first.” Lee paused when he heard you giggling and turned to see a wide grin splitting your face. “I don’t see what's so funny.”
“She told me he never has anything sweet in his lunch. Not a fruit nor a candy or anything. So one day she asked me if she could give him one because he asked what it was like.”
Lee frowned, playing the explanation over in his head. “A kiss. A Hershey’s kiss.”
“Well done Detective Bodecker.” Lee flushed at the sarcastic title and paled when your arms folded. “You really think I’d let our baby girl kiss a boy without talkin’ to you first?”
“Never. I’m sorry Sugar. Just surprised me.” Lee gave you a sweet apologetic kiss before pulling back. “Who was it anyway?”
“Billy Tucker.”
“Hmm. Me and him are gonna have to have a little talk.”
“Lee, they’re both six.”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s not kissing till she’s 28.”
