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Laisse tomber les filles 17. finale

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon, possible untagged elements.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: So it is the end. Thank y’all for waiting on me.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Your mother was near delirious as you laid her down. You only got her to calm with a valium offered by the sheriff from his cabinet. Your hands still shook as you rubbed her shoulder and watched her eyelids droop.

Adrenaline slowly seeped away and your grief moved in. It was only as your mother’s chest rose and fell evenly, assuring you of her slumber, that you realised where you were. You looked up at the wallpaper and your chest clutched tightly.

You weren’t surprised that Lee did not take you back to the hotel. He certainly would’ve thought of it but chose instead to lure you back to his lair. You’d been so distracted in comforting your mother, that you’d forgotten the danger that whisked you away.

“Honey,” his voice rolled over you like thunder, a storm that blew in to topple down what was left of the ramshackle. You stiffed and turned your head, his silhouette darkening the edge of your vision, “how’s mama?”

You squeezed your mother’s arm before you stood. Through the steady pang of your sadness, the anger swelled. You turned to face him and strode across the room. You still wore your rain-sodden sweater.

You went to him and sidestepped him into the hall. He backed out and watched quietly as you shut the door gently. Expectantly rather as he hooked his thumb in his belt and exhaled.

“She’s my mama, not yours,” you looked at him straight, your heart drumming wildly, “you won’t take her from me too.”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“Don’t lie to me,” you snarled, startled by your own voice, “I know what you did, sheriff.”

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest, “I ain’t done nothing but my job. I was sorry to find your daddy–”

“No. No. I was there. With Andre. What you did–”

Suddenly your back hit the wall and you yelped as his large hand stretched around your throat. His thick fingers squeezed, just enough to send a chill of fear through you. You stood on your toes and writhed as you cupped your palm over his knuckles.

“You don’t talk about that, girl,” he growled, “we understood?”

You swallowed and batted your lashes. You nodded above the vice of his hand and whimpered. His blue eyes flicked down to stare at his grip on you and he slowly retracted, turning his hand and examining it as if it wasn’t his own.

“I’m sorry, honey, I just… I wanna forget about that. He was a mean boy who got what he deserved.”

You frowned and rubbed your throat. His gaze centered on that movement and his nostrils flared. He huffed like an angry bull and paced back and forth before you in the tight space.

“Now, don’t you look at me like that, honey. I ain’t a bad man. I am tryna take care of you–”

“I know…” you croaked as you clasped your hands together over your chest.

“What do you know?” He scowled.

“What you did to my daddy.”

The words hung between you as he stopped short. He lifted his chin, jutting it out as he ground his teeth. He tilted his head until his neck cracked.

“You can’t prove I done anything, honey,” he faced you again and stepped closer. He planted his hand on the wall behind you and loomed over you as he bent to meet your eyeline, “but you think I won’t do the same to her.”

You shuddered and squeaked as he glared down at you. He leaned in until his forehead was against yours, his hot breath cascading down your chin and neck. Fear rattled in your bones as he penned you, his other hand bracing the wall beside you.

“Sheriff,” you put your hands on his chest and wriggled, “why would you–”

“He wasn’t gonna let us be together. That ain’t right.”

“But… he’s my daddy–”

“He took care of you when you needed him to. That’s my job now.”

“No,” you murmured, “please—”

“You think you can do it alone? You think your mama can handle all this? She can’t even be awake right now. Don’t you know what all needs to be done?”

“Please, no, Sheriff, I don’t–”

“She gonna break down the minute she looks at a casket. Then again when sees the cost. All that money going to your schooling and none left to bury the old man. What then? Can’t even dig a hole with a dime these days,” he dragged his hand over the wall and along your shoulder, tracing it up your throat to your chin, “I’d be more than happy to make sure he rest well.”

Your breath hitched as your heart pumped harder and harder. He cradled your chin and you latched onto his wrist. He didn’t even realise what he was asking. How could you spend your life with your own father’s murderer?

“No,” you uttered, “no, I don’t want you. I never wanted you–”

“Honey,” his timbre rolled rocky in his throat, “you take that back.”

“It’s the truth. I don’t–”

He pulled his hand back and hit the wall next to your head. You cowered and whined as the plaster cracked loudly. You gaped up at him as you hugged yourself.

“Hmm, huh,” you heard your mother’s groans through the wall, “Henry?”

Your lip trembled as Lee stared down at you. Your mother’s confusion pierced into you like a knife. She was in enough pain. His eyes slowly drifted to the door and he reached for the handle. You stopped him, your hand on his.

“What’re you doing?” You whispered.

He paused and held your gaze, “what am I doing, honey?”

You stood in silence. He didn’t need to say it. The threat was clear in his tone. If he went in that room, you couldn’t stop him. You swallowed tightly and squeezed his hand. You already got your daddy killed, you couldn’t let your mama go too.

“Henry?” Your mama whined again.

“Mama,” you raised your voice and shifted closer to the door, “it’s alright, just get some sleep.”

You pulled Lee’s hand away from the knob. He let you. You clung to it tightly, afraid he might try again. He followed you step by step as you tugged him away from the door, down the hall. He moved as if in a trance, eyes stuck to you, hand tightening around yours the further you got.

“Honey,” he rasped as you reached his bedroom door.

You turned so that your back was against the wood and you gathered your wits. You wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. There was no running. Not anymore.

“You won’t hurt her,” you said staunchly.

“I would never hurt my mama by law, I promise you that.”

His meaning was clear. As clear as it was the night before when he tried to get down on his knee. You ran your hand up his arm and caressed his shoulder.

“Yes, sir, you wouldn’t,” you touched his neck and he quivered, “you wanna be a good husband, right?”

“So long as I got a good wife,” he smiled, the lines in his face deepening as the silver in his hair got the light gleaming from the sconce behind him.

“I never been a wife before, but I’ll try.”

Your heart shrunk and your stomach turned hollow. You were empty, you were defeated. Your surrender waved before you in blinding white. You leaned against the door dizzily as the world closed in, suffocating you as he did too.

“I know you can, honey,” his timbre softened as he tickled your cheek, “you don’t worry about nothing. No school, none of that. This is your home now. You and our mama.”

You grasped the collar of his shirt and found the doorknob with your other hand. You couldn’t speak. You had nothing left to say. He had his victory and you your doom. You twisted and the door shifted inward. You pulled him in with you, your steps clumsy and uncertain.

He nearly bowled you over with his sudden ferocity. You stumbled with him as he ushered you to the bed. Your legs met the foot of the bed and he fell atop you with a grunt, his weight crushing you as he crashed his lips into yours.

He kissed you hungrily, like an animal devouring its prey. You garbled into his mouth helplessly as his hands greedily explore your body, tugging at the layers of fabric. He forced his arm between you and groped your chest, growling against your lips.

“Such a pretty little wife, I got,” he purred as he pulled back to watch himself fondle your tits through your blouse, “I’m gonna dress you in white proper, like you deserve.”

He popped one button, then the next, pushing apart the fabric to uncover your brasserie. He tisked and tugged down the thick straps from your shoulders, tracing the edge of the fabric with his fingertips. He folded the satin cups beneath your tits and bowed his head.

You shivered as he buried his face between your tits, nipping and sucking at the flesh, circling around your nipples only to take the hard bud between his teeth. A pluck twinged in your core and you bunched the blanket beneath you in locked fists. You turned your face away and closed your eyes.

All you had to do was let him have what he wanted. That was all it cost to keep what you had left. To keep your mama alive. To give your daddy the rest he worked so hard for all his life.

“Honey, you’re so sweet, such a sweet little thing,” he spoke against you, lips sending a ripple through you. "I'm gonna take good care of you."

He pushed your legs apart, forcing his thick thighs between yours, splaying your legs over the edge of the bed. He snaked his arm down and felt beneath your skirt, rumpling it high around your waist. He felt along the cotton of your panties, rubbing you through it as he carried on doting on your chest.

He hooked his fingers into the cotton and pulled it aside, toying with your naked cunt as you squirmed. You closed your eyes as he shoved a thick digit into you. That same ache radiates in your walls.

He rocked his hand, pushing deeper and deeper. You moaned and he bit into the tender flesh of your tit. He slid his fingers free and shifted his hips, fumbling beneath himself.

He leaned heavily on his elbow as he raised his head. He held himself over you as he wiggled his pelvis so that his pants slumped down his thighs. He prodded his tip along your folds and you sucked in another chestful of air.

He pushed against your entrance. You groaned as he began to stretch you around him. His intrusion was no less painful than the first time. He sank into you little by little, until you clenched in agony and grasped onto his shoulders to ease to pressure.

He framed your face and turned your head up. You bared your teeth as your eyes fluttered open and he rested his forehead against yours. He thrust, a single time as he let out a long sigh.

"Honey, I know you're gonna be a good wife," he snarled as he dipped back into you, "a good mommy, too, ain't ya?"

He rut into you harder and you sank your nails into his shirt. You bit down to keep the sobs from spilling forth. A swell of dread encased you as you gave into his will.

He was the law. He was your law. Your warden. And this house would be your cell.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Laisse tomber les filles 16

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon, possible untagged elements.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Love to all.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

That night, your mother insisted you stayed with her and your father at the hotel. You father only grumbled in agreementsbut you could tell he didn't like Lee or the idea of him driving you home. Your daddy even went so far as to refuse the offer himself. The stand off between the men had you on edge and was only eased by your mother’s interjection.

The room was small with a single double bed but you didn't protest, knowing all too well the reason for the invitation. After a brief argument, your parents agreed to take the bed and you made up an extra blanket and pillow on the floor. You hated that they could be so strict yet so giving at the same time. They were too old to be trying to sleep on the carpet. As expected, the night passed stiffly and the morning came with a pang in your hip.

You woke up before your mother and father and got ready in the bathroom as quietly as you could. You buttoned up your cardigan to try to hide the same blouse as the day before and checked the time. You had class that day and it would help you avoid the lecture that was surely coming from your parents. You knew they didn't approve of Lee, but how could you explain to them everything he'd done.

You couldn't tell them about Andre or what happened in Lee's house. About all the promises that sounded like threats. You should know better, you already hear the remonstrance, only loose women get into these sorts of situations.

You'll just tell them what truth they already know. Lee's a cop. That should say it all. He isn't just a man, he's the all reaching arm of the law.

Your mother was awake when you came out. She made tea as you tried to wake yourself up and your dad got up shortly after that. You mentioned your class and a visit to the campus library before then, he offered to drive you as he sat and drank his tea black.

"Now," he rubbed his temples, just below the kinks of grey hair, "don't think I forgot about last night. I know you're a good girl, but it ain't you that worries me."

"Daddy," you said meekly, "I swear, I been working at school."

"That you have but you been doin' too much. And with a grown man. I know you're sweet, pardon me, but Christ, that man should know better. He near my own age and he should be lookin' at you like his daughter, not a wife. Mind you, you will not be entertaining that thought further with him."

"I… I didn't daddy, promise, he just… he says all those things and I don't have the heart to be mean."

"Sayin' no ain't mean if it's the right thing to do," your father sighed and leaned back, "now, I'ma drop you off then I'll head to the station and have a chat with the sheriff. Ya know, I get along with Rufus back home, I know how to talk to a badge."

"I can talk to him, daddy, I… I am an adult and I think I can sort this all out," you tapped your fingers on the white cup nervously. The last person you saw confront Lee didn't fare too well, "I'll break it off. I swear."

"Now, girl, I think it's too late for all that. You had a grown man on his knee last night and properly, he shoulda asked me 'fore even thinking of that so I'll go and tell him straight, he don't got my blessing and he won't get it. I'm paying for schoolin', not a grand baby."

You frowned. You had a bad feeling, but just like Lee, you couldn't tell your father no. You gave up and sipped from your tea.

"I think it's a good idea, Henry, make sure that learning's the priority," your mother put a plate down in front of you, toast. "Honey, you know I woulda gone to school if I coulda but it wasn't a thing to be done my girls like me back in my day. Not that I don't love your daddy."

"Exactly," your father agreed, "if your mama had the chance, I'da waited for her to learn her books."

You gave half a smile and hid your dread. It wouldn't be that bad. Your father wasn't some mouthy college kid, he'd put his foot down and all this would be over. You just wanted it to be so you could breathe.

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You stopped at the library but with no purpose. It allowed you some time alone as you tried to figure out how'd you deal with your parents. It also helped you prepare for the fall out with Lee. You weren't dumb, you know he'd probably show up at your dorm, like he always did, and tell you no to listen to your father.

You thought you might hang out at the hotel until your parents went home. A few days to plan your next steps. From there, you could latch onto Gina and make a dozen excuses until the end of the year. Change your route home and drop out of the book club. That might just work.

But then you thought of the tapering scream and the splash of water. Would Lee do the same to you? That thought is chilling. The more you pondered it, the more you realised you really didn't know the sheriff. You only knew what he was capable of.

You got to class early and waited in the hall. You couldn't help but look over your shoulder, expecting another surprise appearance from the sheriff. He did like to show up at the worst times.

He didn't come. You assumed your father already made it to the station and they were talking. That made your stomach flip just as the doors opened and welcomed the waiting students. You sat in the front row and twiddled your fountain pen.

God, Lee would be so mad but you never saw your father as mad as he'd been in that restaurant. You think he was a good match for the officer, he'd make his point and end it. You chewed the end of the pen as the professor called the class to attention.

You found it hard to focus and your notes ended up being a jumble of quotes. You'd have to review in the textbook. When at last, you were dismissed, you were still uneasy.

You packed up, set on returning to your dorm to call the hotel and check in. Outside, rain poured down in sheets and soaked through your wool jacket, a cold trickle down your neck as it melted the last of the snow. Your face dripped with water, blurring your vision as you came up to your building.

You weren't surprised to see the cruiser waiting for you. You almost counted on it. Maybe the talk didn't go as expected. Or maybe Lee was there to make his case.

You wiped your wet brow as you crossed the street and your mother's voice frightened you, shrill as the door of the cruiser opened. In a splashing sprint, she approached you and threw her arms around you. Confused, you embraced her and she sobbed into your neck.

"Mama?" You babbled as the rain pelted down loudly.

"Oh, dear," she parted and took your hands in hers, "oh, hon…" she sniffed and you realised through the rain that she was crying, "it's your daddy. He--he--h-he…"

She gulped and draped herself around you once more. Your stomach sank as she rocked you with her, swaying as she tried to soothe her wails. Your skin prickled as you stood there trapped in doom in denial. Something awful happened.

"Honey," Lee's drawl undercut the steady patter as he approached, the rim of his hat soaked and flooding over with water, his breath clouding in the air, "I'm sorry for your pa."

"Wh–what happened?" You croaked as your mother clung to you, rattling with grief.

He looked at you grimly, his blue eyes almost grey in the gloomy light. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it.

"Roads are slippery, got some black ice up on the bridge and such," he took his hat off and let the rain seep into his silvery hair, "your pa lost control and hit a pole, flipped and he… I ain't wanna go into detail but he didn't make it, honey."

"No," you uttered, "no, take me to the hospital. He'll be alright."

"Baby," your mother murmured and lifted her head, pulling her hands back to frame your face, "no, baby."

"He didn't make it that far, I'm sorry," Lee's cheek twitched as your brow furrowed, "they tried to help him where they found him but it was too late by the time real help came–"

"No, please, this is mean. It's a joke," you begged, "he isn't dead."

"Baby," your mother's voice creaked and she covered her cheeks and wept, "he's gone! Henry!!!"

A ringing filled your ears as your heart pumped furiously, the world pulsing in your vision. The surrealness of the moment hazed with the rain and you staggered, nearly losing your balance before your mother caught your arm.

Lee neared and stretched his arms around both of you, bringing you close as he loomed over you.

"I'm real sorry for y’all," Lee said as he rubbed your shoulder, "shouldn't be like this but I'm here. I'll talk care of ya."

His words chilled you with the frigid shower and you slowly looked up. His eyes weren't so dull, almost twinkling as his cheek dimpled. Your lip trembled and the realisation sank in. This was no accident, that kind of coincidence didn't happen. Your father would've been the first to say so.

"Sheriff?" You shuddered as his eyes bored into you.

"You and your mama, don't you worry."

What did he do to your father? What could he do to your mother? It was all there in the slant of his lips. You knew, he knew, and he wasn't even trying to hide it.

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