Taking lees handcuffs and cuffing him to the bed. Putting his sheriff hat on telling him to be a good boy and obey his sheriff while you overstimulate him till he’s shaking and crying for his little sheriff to have mercy
Sorry, submissive Lee?? What the fuck, that's literally so hot. I could really see it, why have I never talked about this before? I'm all bothered by this rn
And I can't stop thinking about him being cuffed to the headboard while he's trying not to show you that he's really getting off on not being in total control. Just the way he'd whimper and whine and force himself to close his eyes because he can't bring himself to look at the confident smile on your face.
"Is that nice, Lee?" You tease, rubbing your wet core over this throbbing, neglected cock, not letting him into you just yet. As a man who lacks self control, this is torture. If he had his way, you'd probably both be finished by now, fallen into a tired heap on the bed. Not tonight though. Tonight, you were drawing it out, savouring your first chance to be in charge.
"It's real fuckin' nice, sweetheart." He groans, before tugging that plump bottom lip between his teeth. "Jus' wish you'd let me out of these cuffs. I wanna make you feel special. Promise I'll make you feel so damn good if you let me out."
"Have a little patience, Sheriff." You sound a whole lot more put together than you feel, lifting his hat from the night stand and setting it on top of your own head.
Oh, that got his attention.
"Fuck, stop it, baby. How am I meant to wear that tomorrow and think of anythin' but how pretty you look in it? 'Specially when you're wearin' nothin' else." He's drinking in the sight of your body like it's all he's ever fucking needed. It damn well might be.
"Shhhh, stop complaining and just enjoy it." You smirk, guiding yourself down on his length so he glides home.
"Holy fuckin' God. Angel, that's- o-oh, that's good. 'S too much. If you don't stop squeezin' me like that, we're gonna have a problem. Or a fuckin' baby." His self control is totally gone and if he had his way, you know he'd be slamming into you hard and fast by now. Thankfully, you're not just dependant on his self restraint tonight.
"I know baby, I know. It feels nice. But I need you to be a good boy. I won't let you blow your load just yet." You work yourself slowly on him, rubbing your clit with one hand, holding his hat on with the other and he swears this might be the death of him.
"Just take the cuffs off, toots. I'll be good to ya, I promise." He knows you won't let him get off yet and he's far too needy to wait as long as he knows you'll want to.
"No, Lee. Now shut the fuck up or I'll give you something better to do with your mouth." It's a line you've stolen from him but you didn't anticipate the groan it draws from the Sheriff beneath you.
"Y-yes ma'am. Fuck." His voice is barely louder than a breath but you certainly heard it. He has entirely surrendered, more than aware that he's at your mercy. Tugging on the cuffs is futile. He knows better than anyone that he's not going anywhere with these around his wrists so he might as well relax and enjoy the slow slide of your wet heat onto his cock. Maybe if he begs enough, you'll take pity on him and in that moment, he realises he's really not above begging for you.
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Sub!Lee with lactation kink🤤prefers it even more than beer
I meeeaaan 👀
Yes.😈
"C'mon, baby, let me have 'em," Lee rasped in his whiny voice, the timber still low and still saturated with his southern twang but you could hear the desperation. He's sat in his recliner with you sat in his lap like every night. "Been feelin' bad, n'they make me feel better. Please?"
You sigh in feigned annoyance, looking down at your husband with a playful glare. He does his best puppy dog eyes on you, whether on purpose or on accident you can't tell. Petting your thighs tenderly, he mutters a soft 'please, babydoll' under his breath. You knew he could beg better than that, but he has been feeling a little low these days and work had been stressing your sweet sheriff out lately.
"Ok, baby, you can," you recede with a gentle smile. The look on his face was the purest glimpse of relief you've seen on his face in a few weeks. He knew not to pull your top down, ans waited as you untied the sash of your teal silk robe. Letting the fabric hang off your shoulders as you revealed your bare chest to him, you smirked as you watched Lee's eyes dilate with hunger. His eyes flick up to yours for confirmation. "Go on."
That's all the urging he needs to bury his face in your pillowy tits with a pleased groan. You sigh with him as his lips press sloppy kisses to your soft skin. He's ravenous in his kisses, sucking bruises and biting into the tender flesh. You'll punish him for it later, he knows it but right now it's absolutely worth it.
A deep throaty moan vibrates in his chest as he latches on to your nipple, his large, strong hands flat against your back to hold you in place. You moan his name as he suckles, his eyes shut tight as he loses himself in your body. A breathy chuckle bubbles from your mouth when you feel him rock hard against your core.
"There you go, baby," you coo and pet his head, sending him deeper into the thick syrup coating his mind. Your voice is so soothing, it seems to melt everything away from his life. "That's my good boy."
I mean 👀 if I could get your thoughts on Lee Bodecker buying his lady lingerie
listen, there are so many ways I could go with this but for some reason my brain conjured sub!Lee buying a dommy get up for his girl so she has the perfect lingerie to take charge in the bedroom with.....
“What are you gonna do to me?” he asked with a cheeky grin as he watched you tighten the straps that kept his wrists fastened to either bedpost.
“You’ll see,” you answered cryptically, smiling a little as you finished tying him up and slipped away to the bathroom to change into the new outfit he’d bought you. Honestly you weren’t even sure how to put it on, considering there were buckles and straps everywhere that you could hardly keep track of. The corset made your breath catch, literally, but you admired yourself in the mirror as you took in the sight of you looking... not quite like a dominatrix, but certainly like a woman ready to bring a big strong man like Lee to his knees just for a chance to taste you.
Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to torture him that much; you were way too worked up for that.
You opened the bathroom door dramatically, grinning when his jaw dropped at the sight of you. “How do I look?” you asked innocently.
“Even better than I imagined,” he purred. “Fuck, baby, it’s killin’ me that I can’t touch you right now.”
You smiled when you saw his restrained hands tightening into fists as you brought out the riding crop, lightly smacking it against your palm to test the pressure. “Is that all you wanna do, touch me?”
“So much more,” he sighed. “Wanna taste you, taste that sweet little cunt.”
“Oh, Sheriff, nothing about me is sweet,” you chuckled, circling the bed and watching his gaze follow you. You loved when he got all doe-eyed for you like this.
Gently, you let the riding crop brush over his thigh before you pulled it back and swatting him lightly, making him wince.
“Not too hard, is it?” you asked nervously, letting the facade of an experienced dom slip. But he didn’t mind it, if anything he got off on the way he had to teach you out of your innocence, show you how to take control and do what he liked.
“It’s perfect, baby, hit me again,” he pleaded softly. And you did, one on each thigh with an extra sudden one for good measure, biting on your lip as you watched the way his face contorted in both pleasure and pain. Best of all was the way his cock jumped and flexed, so hard and red and leaking from the tip.
“I bet your cock is aching now, isn’t it? Does it hurt, Sheriff?” you asked with a condescending type of sympathy.
“Yes,” he hissed through his teeth. “Please touch it.”
You answered his wish in the way you knew he wanted least, gently brushing the end of the crop over his shaft.
“N-no, please, don’t hit me there,” he whimpered.
“God, I’m not that cruel,” you giggled, “but I like how you look when you’re a little scared.” You moved the crop up over his round stomach and hard chest before brushing it over his face, turning him by his jaw to look at you. “Such a pretty boy, too bad you’re such a pervert.”
You smacked him again with the crop, this time on the cheek, and he moaned a little.
“See? You like it. You like being hit. What’s wrong with you?”
“Sorry,” he stumbled over his words, “I’m sorry, baby, can’t help it.”
“Aw, that’s alright,” you smiled softly, setting the crop down, “I know you can’t help it. Just try to be a good boy for me, okay?”
“Of course,” he nodded desperately, “I’m always your good boy.”
“Mm, I don’t know about that,” you smirked. “I seem to remember an incident last week where somebody came before he was given permission.”
“Forgive me, please,” he whimpered, “you know I can’t hold back when you ride me like that, you just feel too good...”
“I’m gonna do better than forgive you, Sheriff-- I’m gonna give you a chance to redeem yourself.”
You straddled him suddenly, pulling your panties aside to rub his swollen head through your folds, which were already plenty wet from watching him struggle against the restraints. When you began to sink down, though, you stopped once his head was just barely inside you, grinning as you started to rock your hips.
“Please,” he groaned, “m-more, please, need to feel all’a you.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“You know I’ll do anything, please baby, please just gimme a little more, m’gonna be your good boy, promise...”
He gasped when you sank lower, not quite going all the way yet but letting him savor the little mercies you gave him. You kissed him slow and deep as you rode him, careful to only go about halfway down on his cock before pulling back up, secretly wishing you could take more but knowing it would be better to make him wait.
“Your cock feels so good,” you moaned against his lips, “even if it’s just part of it, you always make me feel so good, Lee.”
You smiled when he whined at your words, pushed deeper into his desperation by the compliment and the way you said his name.
“Gimme more, please baby, don’t you want it all in you?” he bargained, whining again when you shook your head.
“Not yet, Sheriff, I think I could come just from this,” you winked. “Wanna feel me come around you, want me to soak this pretty cock of yours?”
You saw the desire to say ‘no’ flash in his eyes-- not because he didn’t want you to come, but because he didn’t want you to come like this when he couldn’t fully relish the way your walls pulsed and fluttered. But it was overpowered by the way he was addicted to you using his body, taking your pleasure while ignorant to his own. It drove him wild, so much so that you felt him trying to buck up into you as he squirmed and pulled at the straps that bound him.
“Yes, please come,” he begged, baring his teeth at the sight of you falling into your pleasure, throwing your head back and moaning his name again as you reached your peak.
Just as the final wave of your orgasm washed over you, you sank down all the way and took his cock as deep in you as it could go.
“Fuck!” he yelped.
“What do you say?” you prompted coyly.
“Thank you,” he answered quickly, “thank you-- fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
You changed the motion of your hips a bit, grinding your clit down on him each time you moved up and down on his cock.
“Lemme see those tits,” he requested, his voice a little rougher than before, “please.”
“Don’t like the corset after all, hm?”
“No, no I like it very much,” he corrected, “just need to see those pretty tits bouncin’ when you ride me, please.”
“Okay, pretty boy,” you offered hesitantly, reaching behind you to undo the snaps, “but you’d better not come before I say you can... you know how you get.”
“I know,” he relented, “I’m gonna be good this time, I swear.”
You unclasped the corset and tossed it aside, watching him bite his lip as your breasts were exposed. “Wanna taste ‘em?”
“You know I do,” he grinned, and you sat up a bit and leaned forward to let his lips reach to latch onto one of your hardened nipples. You moaned as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud, making your walls tighten around him occasionally. “You like how I suck on you, baby?” he asked pridefully as he let one nipple fall from his lips while he kissed his way over to the other. “I can feel how much you like it.”
“Feels so good,” you praised between moans. “You’re gonna make me come again, Lee...”
“Fuck,” he hissed when you pulled away, riding him faster as you clung to his shoulders to keep your balance. “I-I’m close.”
“You know you can’t come yet,” you reminded him breathlessly.
“Let me come with you, please...” he begged, but you weren’t even sure he was gonna last that long with the way his nails were digging into his palms.
“I don’t know,” you chewed your lip as you pondered, “if I do let you come you’d better promise to be on your best behavior all week.”
“I’ll do anything,” he assured desperately, “won’t talk back, won’t touch myself, I’ll make you come however you want, just please let me come now, I-I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Fuck, I’m close, Sheriff, I’m so close and I want you to fill me up,” you groaned. “I love being full of your come...”
“Pleasepleaseplease,” he sobbed, “m’gonna come, fuck, fuck!”
“Come for me,” you whimpered as you hit your peak, this orgasm briefer yet sharper than the last, accentuated by the feeling of his come filling you in hot spurts. You smiled down at him as you both caught your breath, loving the way he looked with those blue eyes blown wide, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and chest, his whole torso rising and falling with each long breath.
You leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before starting to untie him.
“Gotta let you out so you can clean up this mess you made inside me,” you explained. “You’re gonna be my good boy and eat your come out of my pussy, aren’t you?”
“Anything for you, baby,” he nodded through his exhaustion, “anything for you.”
Thinking about surprising him down at the station, giving him a blowjob and make sure all the deputies know about what a slut you are for your man because Suga'Bear needed a boost after a shitty meeting. He just wants to be all sweet but he can't, so you give him a little submission to get him back on track.
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Flushed, panting, on his knees with his cock leaking all over his thighs and the floor. He's begging you for relief, anything to get rid of the ache he's feeling. His eyes are glazed over with lust, lips slack with a loud moan as you run your hand through his short hair. The law is in your hands now.
Suga’bear Lee being whiny and snuggly and wanting a paci maybe 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 and his blankie and mommy!reader makes him a little bedtime snack and puts warm milk in his sippy to help him fall asleep and he’s all cuddled up watching cartoons and she’s holding him running her fingers through his hair and rubbing his back maybe scratching her nails lightly up and down his back and after a bit he’s still a little fussy and can’t sleep so mommy!reader starts to lightly sing to him which settles him down and he falls asleep shortly after. Maybe some skin to skin contact for the cuddling too? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 if it’s too weird you can ignore this lol
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 my lil baby! I have been holding on to this for too long.
One surefire way to get Suga'Bear to sleep is to read to him or tell him a story. And Lee certainly does have the best mommy for telling stories. After a nice warm bath, you wrap him up so he's all warm in his blanket, one you crocheted so he would have something big and soft to surround him when was feeling so small. The soft baby blue softens all of Lee's features, making the haggard and harden sheriff look more like your special boy. He's been fussy most of the night, grumbly because of 'stupid work and dumb deputies and meanies'. Lee just needs a bit of extra loving.
"C'mon now Suga', lay down with Mommy," you whisper, pulling him into bed and under the rest of the covers. He clutches his blanket more firmly to his chest, fingers digging into the weave of the yarn. "What story do you want tonight, Baby?"
"The one about the prince, Mommy." He draps a big arm over your bare stomach, tucking the other one between you to hold his blanket. "Wanna hear about his adventures."
You aren't even half way through the story, dashing prince only just arriving at the lair of beast, when you feel Lee slip off to dreamland. His thumb had appeared in his mouth, a sweet habit when he felt extra small. You turned off the bed side light, content to continue the story tomorrow night.
