#dark!lee bodecker x you

[nickfowlerrr]

for the hope of it all.

pairing: greedy!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: angst. bit of fluff. mentions of reader x arvin and lee x wife. little flashback to pregnant reader. uhhh, there’s a baby. if i’m missing something important please feel free to let me know.

also lmk if i should tag this as dark!lee please bc i can’t decide if it needs it or not.

words: 3.2k

notes: my first written fic for my writing event. i spun the wheel and got greed and then spun another wheel and got lee and a few hours later here we are lol. please let me know what you think! comments and feedback are so, so appreciated. thank you in advance to everyone who reads and reblogs. 🖤

“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea as the stray tear you’d been fighting to keep at bay finally slipped down your cheek.

You were quick to wipe it away, shaking your head and looking away from the gaze of the man before you. The smirk that graced his face was the whole reason you had refused to let yourself cry, despite wanting to break down the moment he’d knocked on your door.

You’d just set Teddy in his crib, watching him a moment as the newborn slept peacefully, his tiny breaths and little movements making your heart clench.

You never knew you could love someone so much until you had him. Despite the pain and all the hardships that you’d faced from the day you met his daddy, as you watched Theodore, you were sure you wouldn’t change any of it if it meant never having had him.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a car pull up the drive. You didn’t check the window, sure you knew who it was already as you went to greet him.

Before you were even halfway down the steps, an unnecessarily loud pounding sounded from the front door.

You were startled for a second, brows furrowing as you rushed down the last few steps to open it before whoever it was could pound again and wake the baby.

You were sure now, though, it definitely wasn’t Arvin. He’d never be so careless to knock that loudly, even if he’d left his key and was locked out.

When you pulled the door open in a bit of a huff, your breath froze in your chest.

As you met the hard blue eyes of the man you’d been avoiding for the past 11 months, you weren’t sure what to do. So, you stayed as you were, blocking his view of the house as you pulled the door more closely to your body and watched him. You wouldn’t speak first. You weren’t sure you could.

“Been a while, darlin’.” He greeted, though his words were cold and stiff, as if he was trying to hold in the anger you could see raging in his eyes.

You swallowed hard. “How can I help you, Sheriff?” you asked, ignoring his comment.

He scoffed as he looked down on you. “That’s how you wanna do this, sugar? Fine,” he said before shoving his way into the house.

You were in shock as he pushed past you, your first instinct to yell at him was held back by the knowledge that your baby was asleep just up the stairs.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just barge in here because you’re police,” you nearly seethed as you follow him while he walked further in, going toward the kitchen while he looked around the place.

He spun on you at your words and stopped you in your spot. “Honey, I can do whatever the hell I want. Because I’m the sheriff,” he snarled in your face before he backed up just the slightest. He adjusted his belt as he stood to his full height and licked his teeth, trying to compose himself.

“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you, sweetheart,” he started, your heart dropping instantly. “That boyfriend a’yours seems to have gotten himself into some trouble downtown.”

Your mouth went dry as you stared at him dumbly. “No,” you shook your head. “Arvin wouldn’t do anything to get into any kind of trouble. What are you- what are you talking about?” you tried to stay calm, but the stutter was surely telling enough.

“Down at the shop,” he began, taking his time, seemingly enjoying the sight of your anxiousness written all over your face, “he had some words with Levi. Guess the kid made a comment about his girl. Imagine my surprise to find out that girl was you,” he detoured.

“What happened,” you asked pointedly, all while trying to keep your composure and your voice down.

“Well, Mr. Russell didn’t take too kindly to the things Levi said. Lost his temper. I’ll spare you the details, sweetheart. Long story short, Levi’s up at the hospital. Your little boyfriend is up at the jailhouse, waitin’ for his hearin tomorrow mornin’.”

You felt sick. This wasn’t Arvin’s first time in jail but you remember what he told you last time, the judge said one more strike and he’d be taken to county. Arvin wasn’t a bad man. He was one of the best men you’d ever known. But he did have a bit of a short fuse when it came to defending the people he loved. You’d known that since you were in school together. It was one of the things you’d always admired about him..

The one thing you were confused about right now though, was why in the hell Lee was here telling you this.

“Is he okay?” you asked quietly. The narrowing of Lee’s eyes as he looked at you, and the tick of his jaw at your question had your stomach twisting.

“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Look at you, all worried about him.”

“Lee,” you said.

“He’ll be fine,” he gruffed as he went into your fridge and took one of Arvin’s beers. You were in too much of a stupor to do or say anything about it, though.

As you watched him take a swig, your eyes finally fell on his bloodied knuckles.

You took a step back, as if he’d slapped you, somehow knowing exactly how he'd done that.

“What did you do?” you said, accusingly as you reached out and held onto the wall beside you.

“Told ya' I was surprised to hear the girl he was so concerned with, whose honor he needed to protect so badly, was you. I thought you were long gone, sweetheart. But when your name came up, I knew I’d been wrong. Knew you were somewhere out here. Took a bit to finally get him to tell me where you were, but,” he flexed his hand, “they all break in the end.”

You were seeing red at his words. He'd hurt Arvin, and for what? You couldn't let him do this, couldn't let him get to you so easily.

"You need to leave, Lee. Now. If I wanted you to know where I was, you would've. I told you I wasn't gonna wait around for you. You made your choice. So go," you said firmly as you could manage through your tight throat.

You stayed still as he set the bottle down on the counter, stalking over to you. You only blinked when he was right in front of you as you took a shaky breath in and out.

"My choice was you," he said as he pinned you against the wall, his arms trapping you. But you weren't scared. Just solemn. The hurt that never went away radiating in your soul.

"...No, it wasn't," you refuted, voice quiet as you shook your head, looking him in the eye. "It was the job. It was her. You just wanted me to be your good little whore on the side," you continued, disgusted with him and yourself, thinking about the times you let him touch you. The times you gave yourself to him. You should have known from the beginning. Maybe a part of you always did. The only way you'd get your happily ever after was if Lee chose to give it to you.

Lee Bodecker was a selfish, greedy man. He wanted it all, he didn't want to choose. But he had. Whether he acknowledged it or not, he made his choice. As much as it hurt, you had to accept that it wasn't you.

"You know that ain't fuckin' true," he snarled, holding your chin tightly in his hand as you looked up at him. His voice softened as he looked back at you. "I meant all I said to you, darlin'. I love you," he said as he pressed his forehead to yours. "If you'da just been patient," he breathed hotly, "we'd be together right now. I'da got rid of her, just like I told you I would."

The pain slipping into his voice was like daggers in your heart. You wanted so badly to believe him, but you were always told how gullible you were. Especially with Lee, you'd buy into anything he said if he said it prettily enough.

You had known you had to leave town, get away, or else you'd just run right back to him, or he'd find you and convince you to stay. You told everyone you were leaving, making sure word got around, and it did. He was too preoccupied in his campaign to bother doing anything about it, or maybe he just didn't believe you'd actually go. You weren't sure which it was.

You had enlisted the help of Arvin to assist you in packing, he had always been a good friend to you and wanted to do whatever he could. The last day you were packing away, though, you got another bout of morning sickness in front of him.

It was like Arvin knew before you did that you were pregnant. But he never left. He was there for you. Held you when you cried, assured you everything would be okay as you spilled your heart out to him, telling him everything. Instead of moving out of town like you had planned, you moved in with Arvin.

Time seemed to pass you by so quickly from then on. One day Arvin was holding your hair back for you as you emptied your stomach into his toilet, and the next he was holding your hand as you pushed through tears of pain and heartbreak while you delivered your baby in the next town over.

When the nurse had taken Teddy, you were an inconsolable mess of guilt and heartache. Arvin was right there with you, had been from the very start, but he wasn't Lee.

You were crying because Lee should have been there, should have been the one holding your hand and wiping your tears, you should have told him that you were having his baby. The guilt was crushing. Not only for having kept your pregnancy from him, but because the man who stayed beside you the entire time deserved so much better than a broken girl who was still in love with the man who broke her heart. It wasn't fair to any of you.

And then the nurse came back over, holding a blue swaddled bundle in her arms. You timidly took your baby as she handed him over to you and the second you laid your eyes on him, all thoughts just went away. The only thing you could focus on was this precious little life you held in your arms. And though your tears kept flowing, they were of overwhelming joy as you looked down at your sweet Teddy.

Teddy.

You heard him cry and your eyes went wide as Lee kept his hold on you.

Another cry as you swallowed thickly, sure your face was full of desperation as you surveyed Lee.

His brows furrowed as he looked in the direction of the living room, dropping his hand as he moved closer to the noise.

You scurried past him, stopping him from starting up at the stairs.

"Lee," was all you could manage to say.

He looked at you incredulously. "That a baby cryin' up there?" he asked rigidly.

You couldn't breathe. You didn't know what to do. Your guilt was written clear as day on your face as you pouted at him, watering puppy dog eyes pleading with him, for what you weren't sure.

"I'll say this once, then I'm not gonna be nice about it, darlin'. Either answer me or get outta my way."

Still no words could form on your tongue. When he stepped to get up the stairs, you let him pass you before turning around and quickly following him.

Lee followed the sound of the newborn cries up to the nursery. When he got to the door, you watched as he took a steadying breath before he pushed in, like he was readying himself for the sight he knew he'd be met with.

He walked slowly to the crib where Theodore was laying, crying for attention.

Lee's mouth was agape as he looked down at the baby.

Two pairs of brilliantly blue eyes staring back at one another.

You knew Lee knew instantly, there was no denying it. Teddy was his mini me. He looked exactly like his father.

You watched as Lee carefully reached down and took Teddy in his big arms, holding him safely and smiling down at him as Teddy calmed in his hold.

Your nose was tingling and it took everything in you not to burst into tears at the sight.

"What's his name?" Lee asked in a hushed tone.

"Theodore," you answered just as softly.

Theo's baby garbling had Lee laughing as he cooed down at his son. You swore you could see the gleam in Lee's eyes as he watched him.

After a sniff and a clearing of his throat, Lee's gaze shot back to you. Accusatory and angry, his hurt underlining all of it.

"You had my baby, and were just gonna keep 'im from me?"

"No, no I- I was gonna. Gonna tell you. I wanted to, I just didn't know.." you trailed off, wringing your hands.

"Didn't know what?"

"How," you answered. "Didn't know how to. Didn't know how you'd react. Wasn't entirely sure you'd want to know."

"You think I wouldn't want to know that I have a kid?" he asked harshly. You took a step to him, holding your hand out instinctively to remind him that he had the baby in his arms.

"You're married, Lee. You're holding public office. I know you well enough to know that you don't want anything to mess with that. I don't think having a child with someone other than your wife would be looked on too favorably."

"I told you I'd get rid of her," he said again, lowly. "I will."

"Lee, please," you said, exasperated. "I'm sorry. I am. I should have told you, you had a right to know, but I can't do this with you. That's why I left. I do love you," you said brokenly, "I've never stopped. But I can't live my life just waiting for you to call when you want me. And I won't let you do that to Theo, either. He deserves a father who's around, who puts him as a priority,"

"Oh, and you think he'll have that with Arvin?" he challenged. "I wouldn't be too sure, sweetheart. Those charges really have a way of addin' up. Who knows how long of a sentence he'll be gettin' tomorrow."

You couldn't help but stress at his words. You knew some of what Lee had done before, and you know what he'd be willing to do now, to get his way. If he wanted Arvin put away, there wouldn't be anything you could do to stop it from happening.

You may not have been in love with Arvin, but you did love him. He was your best friend; you don't know what you'd be doing or even where you'd be right now if it weren't for his help and care. He didn't deserve to be punished for your mistakes; you couldn't let that happen.

"Why would you do that?" you asked, hurt lacing your voice. "What do you want from me, Lee?"

"You ain't dumb, honey. You know what I want," he said easily as he rocked Theo lightly while he gripped onto his daddy's finger, his big blue eyes falling closed as he drifted back to his peaceful sleep. Lee's blazing blue orbs met yours once more. "I want you. I want this, all a this with you, and him,” he said, sparing another glance to his baby boy.

“Please, Lee. Please,” you whispered, voice breaking on the desperate plea. "You can’t - He needs something stable. Real."

Lee assessed you for a moment before shaking his head with a slight scoff and a smirk. "This is real, darlin'. I'll give you both what you deserve. I just need a little time, that's all," he said as he set Theo back down in the basinet before turning back to you. "Can't make you my wife while I'm still married, but I'll get that taken care of quick. Then you and the baby can get settled in at home, we can finally be together. Just like we always talked about," he continued, taking your hands in his and pulling you in. "Havin' a family," he brought his hand up to tilt your face up to his, brushing his lips against yours. And you let him.

"And it'll be good for reelection next year, too. People like a family man."

You cringed and pulled away at that. At least you tried to, Lee's hold not let you get far at all.

"Don't be like that, darlin'. Come on, you know it'll be good for all of us. We can be happy," he said as his knuckles brushed your cheek.

The touch reminded you, "What about Arvin?"

"What about 'im?" he asked uninterested.

"You'll let him go," you state, grabbing his hand.

"I will," he agrees, "soon as you two are all moved in with me, I'll make sure he's released. Can't have you trying to run off on me again. I won't let you go so easy this time."

You swallowed back the cry that wanted to be let free as you looked at him. You hated that Arvin would have to suffer while you wait on Lee to keep his word. But what else can you do.

"How long?" you ask brokenly, eyes drifting over to the crib. "I can't do this alone."

"Won't be long, sweetheart. She's already been on her way out. A week, two tops. And you won't be alone. If you think for a minute I'd ever not be around for my child, you're outta your mind. If I’d a known sooner, I,” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I'll come over every night, check on ya both. You need somethin', you tell me. I'll show you I can take care'a you two better than that boy ever could."

Sweet words. Always so sweet coming from his lips. Your heart aches, for a million different reasons, as you let Lee come closer, pressing his lips to yours before his arms find their way around your frame.

And just like that, after nearly a year of not giving in to the temptation to see him, he has you once more, so easily. He gets what he wants. Just like he always does. Like he always will. You wonder briefly if it will ever be enough. You're not sure you want to know the answer.

"You've got no idea how much I've missed you, darlin'," he whispers against your lips. "Thought about you every damn day."

You feel the tears as they slip down your cheeks, a wave of relief falling over you under his touch, but the guilt still remains... It's just not enough to make you stop him. Not enough to want him to stop.

And the hope for your promised happily ever after renews in your heart. Because maybe you’ll finally get it, just how you pictured, with Lee by your side, starting your own little family.. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Lee Bodecker may be a selfish and greedy man.

But maybe you're no better.

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Blender

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee has a rather creative solution for his new pet’s disobedience. 

Warnings: Noncon, Kidnapping, Implied Obsessive Behavior, Human Trafficking, Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: so remember when I asked you all who was on the other side of the blindfold? well, here’s the result. 😈 please mind the warnings and tags, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

You’re blindfolded. You’ve been that way for hours, harsh ropes biting into the bruised flesh around your wrists. Your saliva soaks into the rag in your mouth, thick enough to hold your jaw open uncomfortably. The sound of a door opening makes you snap to attention, and though you can’t see through the ratty cloth over your eyes, the light from the hallway filters through the fabric, blinding you further.

 Heavy footsteps creak across the old floor, and you hear the creak of leather soles as their owner stops in front of you. 

 “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls, and you flinch as he grabs your chin, tilting your head this way and that. “I think thirty is a fine price.” Rough fingers tug at the knotted cloth at the back of your skull, and you whine, wincing at the sudden brightness. The speaker is no more than a hazy figure hidden by floating spots as your eyes adjust to the buzzing florescent lighting flooding in from the hallway. “Pretty eyes, too, don’t you think?” He says over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to make you cry.”

 He’s tall, and a little stocky. Older, but not unattractive, with short dark hair and slate blue eyes. The mid-country drawl is as unfamiliar as your surroundings, but you know better than to ask who he is, where you are—your face still smarts from the last question you asked. The man licks his plump lips as he stares at you, his grin lewd, like he can see the shape of your body through the oversized button up someone had thrown at you to wear. 

 Behind him, the blond man in the hallway snorts. “Pretty? A pretty big handful, if you ask me.” He steps into the room, smoothing his fingers over his thick mustache. “Just so we’re clear, you know I’m not finished with her, right? She’s not trained.” 

 “Yeah, Hansen, I got you.” He draws his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I wanted you to break her, I would’ve waited six months.” He leans forward to pull the gag out of your mouth. You shudder, listening to them speak about you like an animal. Not even an animal—a thing. His eyes focus on yours. “You feel like gettin’ out of here, honey?”

 Out there is better than in here—in here with the other man, with Hansen. You’re not soon likely to forget the way he’s treated you. The days have been uncountable, but it wasn’t that long ago that you were living a different life. One where you weren’t forced to silently endure your captor’s fingers slipping where they shouldn’t during every humiliating sponge-bath. Slowly, you nod. 

 “Good.” He looks over his shoulder impatiently. “Key, Lloyd.” 

 “Money firs, Lee.” 

 Lee scowls. He stands, unzipping the front of his thick leather jacket. There’s a bullet proof vest underneath it. He reaches into an inner pocket, and produces a bound stack of bills. Lee turns, and tosses it to Lloyd who catches it easily. 

 “Count it. S’all there.” Lloyd squints at Lee, and then the money. 

 “I’m going to take it on good faith this time—mainly because I’ve got somewhere to be.” More like someone else to sell. You’ve heard the crying through the walls—the screaming too. You know you’re not the only one Lloyd’s dragged in off the street for this. He grins saucily, and it makes your stomach turn. “You two kids have fun.” Lloyd rummages around in his pockets, and then makes a triumphant noise low in his throat as he produces a single key on a flimsy looking ring from his pockets. He flings it at Lee, who catches it with a snort. 

 Lloyd turns sharply on his heel and disappears beyond the doorway while Lee squats back down with a grunt, and reaches for the chain around your ankle. He tugs you up to your feet, and you feel your cheeks warm as his eyes rove down over your thighs. The ratty plaid button up on your shoulders is the only item of clothing you own now.

 He looks you over, clucking his tongue with a distinctly pleased air. “Lloyd always does do good work, I hafta say.” You shy away as he reaches for the collar of your shirt, and he frowns. “None of that, now. We’re gettin’ to know one another properly.” He draws his thumb over the swollen bruise still marring your right cheek. Lee inspects you, walking in a full circle around you, still holding the bit of rope wound tightly around your wrists.

 When it seems he’s satisfied, he hums, wrapping the rope around his hand a few times for security. You’ve walked these hallways many times, but the sight of them is still new to you as you stumble behind Lee. The house is large but also largely empty, and you wonder where the other girls are, if they have people coming for them too. 

 Outside, the sun is almost blindingly bright, and you realize it’s been weeks since you’ve seen it—maybe months. Gravel crunches under the soles of Lee’s shoes as he leads you towards the parked police cruiser in the under-maintained driveway. All at once, you dig your heels in, pulling backward on the rope and catching him by surprise. He grunts as the rope slips through his fingers, hanging in the air between the two of you for a moment before you yank back on it again. You ignore the pain of the loose stones biting into your bare feet as you turn, looking for a way out. The long, tree lined drive is too open, but if you can make it into the dense undergrowth—

 You run. 

 Your step is unsteady, your thighs already burning from disuse. Lee is cursing behind you, and you can hear the thunderous sound of his footfall closing in—

 The breath goes out of you as he slams into you, and you finally cry out in pain as he forces you to the ground. Your cheek presses painfully into the gravel as Lee pants above you. He lets out a raspy laugh. 

 “You are a little fuckin’ handful, aren’t ya, Honey?” He fists a hand in your hair, forcing your face harder into the dirt. “I wanna treat ya like a lady, Sugar, but you’re gonna hafta earn it.” He gets up off of you, pulling you up with him. You yelp at the pain as he pulls you back toward the cruiser. He yanks open the back door and tosses you in like a rag doll. 

 “N-no, I-I don’t—” Words of protest form on your lips and die as Lee wrestles you underneath him. You’re smaller than he is, underfed and exhausted too, it doesn’t take much for him to best you. He shushes your shrill complaints with that low, disgustingly patient drawl. 

 “See Honey, this is why I didn’t want Lloyd goin’ to work on ya,” he grunts as he forces himself between your thighs. The door behind your head is locked, but you pull frantically at the handle anyway. Lee chuckles dryly, wrapping the rope still tied around your wrists about the headrest, forcing your arms above your head. You gasp as he cups your bare cunt.

 “Don’t need him to get you to behave.” Your stomach rolls as he spreads your lips apart, circling your clit with the pad of his finger. “Got my own way of makin’ sure you get the picture.” You squirm, trying to buck him off of you, but it’s like trying to lift the car for all the good it does you. Lee clucks his tongue at you. 

 “We coulda’ waited and done this in a bed, but this is a lesson you need ta learn, Honey.” You buck, trying to work him off of you, and Lee grunts, frowning. “Come on, now. Bein’ difficult ain’t gonna help nothin’.” He circles your hopefully swelling clit with shocking gentleness. “Lloyd told me all about you, Honey,” he draws out the words while he strokes you. “And you were so lonely, baby. Parents didn’t give a fuck about you, did they?” His voice is both piteous and taunting. 

 It was true that your family kept at a distance, unsatisfied with your choice to pursue an education rather than a husband. Lee raises his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean of you. 

 “Sweet.” He presses his face into your cunt, suckling your clit as his fingers prod at your entrance. You wail, thighs tightening uselessly around his head as he whips you up into a frenzy. You don’t want to claim the firestorm of heady pleasure building up in your belly, but you don’t have a choice as it claims you. Lee hums with pleasure as you convulse, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes as you stare blindly up at the roof of the squad car. 

 “Ooh, that was good, wasn’t it?” He licks at you again, and you squeal, your oversensitive cunt throbbing. “I think you can gimme another one, can’t you Honey?” 

 “N-no, no—” You huff through your teeth, whining as he pulls another orgasm from your struggling frame. Your toes curl as white hot pleasure unfurls in your belly. You lay there, panting and sweaty, watching as Lee leans up out of the car, standing up to his full height. Your lower lip trembles as he undoes his belt, fingers making quick work of the buttons and zipper. 

 “N-not here, p-please,” you plead, fresh tears bubbling up over your eyelids and streaming freely down your cheeks and chin. 

 “Aht, aht, Honey. You stop them crocodile tears, now.” He admonishes you as he pulls the thick, veiny length of his cock from his pants. “Only makes me harder.” Lee palms his cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down the shaft with a groan. There’s a sticky bead of precum at the tip, and he smears it across the reddened head of his cock with the pad of his thumb. You try to scoot up and away from him across the back-seat as he ducks back into the car. You can’t get far, though, the door is locked on the other side, and your hands are still bound to the headrest above you. 

 Lee’s eyes are unfathomably dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of you, a low whistle of appreciation leaving his lips. Your breath catches uncomfortably in your chest as he slaps his cock against your clit wetly, and your body jerks from the sharpness of the sensation.

 “L-Lee,” you mumble his name, your lips salty with tears. “Please.” 

 “Look atcha, Honey,” he praises, ignoring your murmured plea as he begins to press inside. Lee hisses with pleasure as the head of his cock slips into your pussy with an audible, wet pop. “Manners are already gettin’ better.” You gurgle unintelligibly, eyes wide as he stretches you open. You want to focus on your rage, on your humiliation, your fear, but your body doesn’t let you, fresh slick leaking out to coat his invading length. Lee’s head lolls back, his eyes rolling shut as he sinks in slow, like he’s savoring every single inch. 

 As Lee finishes sheathing his cock into the throbbing, sticky mess of your cunt, you wonder dimly how there’s even space for all of it inside you. Your pussy sucks at him without your permission as he begins to pull out, a pathetic mewling noise leaking out of you at the sensation of his retreat. Dimly, you’re aware of the car rocking and squeaking beneath you as Lee lays into you. 

 It’s not supposed to feel good, Lee using your body like it belongs to him, like he owns it. Maybe he does, you think dizzily, pleasure eating away at the edges of your convictions. 

 “You gonna cum for me again?” His voice is like black honey in your ears. You shake your head desperately, whining as he fills you. Lee chuckles. “S’alright, Sweetheart,” he coos. “You can be a good girl n’ cum for Daddy.” You gurgle as he reaches down to pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them between calloused fingers. Gritting your teeth against the tide of pleasure, your thighs tighten around Lee’s hips as it comes crashing down over you. 

 It washes away every conscious thought as Lee drags you over the edge and into bliss, your nails digging into the headrest as you wail. Lee’s praising you, telling you how good you’ll be when he’s done with you, how sweet and perfect your cunt is—but you’re not hearing it, not really. Not over the rush of blood buzzing in your ears, or through the pleasurable fog that’s settled over your thoughts. 

 “Shit, Honey,” Lee pants, his thick fingers digging into your bare hip. “If I woulda known you’d feel this good on my cock, I’d have had Hansen get you sooner.” You don’t really have the bandwidth to consider his words before he’s driving into you full force, his cock spearing you open. He grits his teeth, baring them with a growl. 

 “M’gonna keep this pretty pussy nice and full,” he rasps as he ruts against you. His heavy thrusts punch the air from your lungs, and set your already dizzy head spinning further. “Want you drippin’ with me.”  You sob and mewl as you come apart on his cock, your walls milking at him until his hips still. Lee holds you tightly against him, and you can feel each deep pulse as he spills into you with a long, low groan. He stays like that for a while, his cock lodged inside of you as his cum begins to trickle out around his shaft.

 You know you’re a mess when he pulls away, licking his lips appreciatively. Lee tucks himself back into his pants with a sigh. You watch, your lip trembling as you try to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatens to fall. 

 The sound of applause makes you cringe, trying unsuccessfully to curl in on yourself as Lee chuckles, his gaze resting on someone behind the car, someone you can’t see. 

 “And here I thought she’d give you trouble,” Lloyd replies, ducking his head under the frame of the car’s back door. He grins at you lasciviously, and you squirm, trying to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your shirt. 

 “No trouble.” Lee answers, removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and draping it over your body. He shoots you a crooked grin that sends ice straight into your veins.  

“We got us an understandin’. Don’t we, Honey?” 

fin

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Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part Two

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

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Part 1

You sighed as Lee asked you again who H might be. You weren’t going to keep up the pretence any longer.

“You already know. He just had a little crush, Lee. It was nothing. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d act like this” you told him defiantly, your exasperated tone masking the fear you felt underneath.

“Is that so?” asked Lee as he inspected the paper.

“Yes” you replied sourly, drying the plates and putting them back in the cupboard.

“Then why’d you keep the note?” he asked coyly. “Why did you hide it in your dresser? Imagine my surprise when I was tryin’ to find my cufflinks and stumbled across a love note to my wife from another man”.

“Like you give a shit” you spat.

His hand gripped your wrist and he span you around to face him. “Look at me” he growled.

Your heart was pounding when you saw his face, his eyes were ablaze with anger and his jaw tight. His nostrils were flared as his chest rose and fell. He was incensed.

But so were you now. You’d had enough.

“You’re hurting me” you replied calmly.

“When did you fuck him?” he muttered through gritted teeth.

You were frightened of him, but you also had nothing left to give. Your energy reserves were depleted. Finally, you’d had enough.

You dropped his gaze and coolly wrenched your wrist from his firm grip before spinning on your heel and heading to the stairs.

He grabbed your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. “Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me” he barked as his fingers dug hard into your arms. “Answer the question”.

“Let go of me” you told him bluntly, staring at him audaciously. Your body trembled and blood thumped in your ears but your anger was fuelling you.

“You gonna hit me, Lee?” you snapped as you looked into his dark eyes. “Huh? Just get it over with. I don’t care anymore”.

He’d never hit you before, but you’d had many close calls.

He snarled, easing his grip off you and then staring back at you in horror. He had never seen you like this. It had completely caught him off guard.

This wasn’t how he thought this was going to go, he couldn’t understand how you’d managed to turn this around on him.

You took this moment of confusion to run up the stairs. You pulled your suitcase from the closet and began to pack.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” Lee yelled as he stormed in behind you.

“I’m leaving you, Lee” you told him sharply as you chucked random clothes into the case. You didn’t even know what you were packing.

“You’re leaving me?” he scoffed. “You fuck another man and you’re leaving me??”

You silently continued to pack, ignoring him. He suddenly wrestled you onto to the bed, pinning you hard against the mattress as you began to scream.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetness” he bellowed as you struggled against him. You tried to kick and hit your way out of his grip but it was no use, he was too strong. His heavy body straddled you and pressed your wrists into the sheets.

“Tell me, now!” he shouted in your face.

Finally, drained from fighting you began to sob, wailing and allowing yourself to go limp. “Please, Lee…I can’t anymore. I can’t”.

His expression changed from anger to confusion as he watched your tears fall. “Wha-”

“I’m not happy, Lee. I can’t do it anymore. Please just let me go, please. I know you’d be happier without me too”.

“What??” he exclaimed. “Honey, I love you”.

You shook your head from side to side. “No…no you don’t. You’re never here” you uttered between sobs. “You would rather prop up the bar than be with me. Or be with whores. Don’t deny it again Lee…I’ve seen the lipstick marks, found the stains on your underwear. I’m not stupid”.

His eyes widened as he stammered to find words but you continued. You couldn’t stop.

“You don’t talk to me. You don’t pay attention to me. You don’t FUCK me. Y-you broke my record player and didn’t even replace it, and you know how much my records mean to me. I’m all alone by myself most of the time and I can’t even dance anymore” you cried. “You took my music from me”.

Lee gasped, unhanding your wrists as he lent back onto his knees. You trembled between his thighs. Everything had just come tumbling out and you couldn’t stop it.

“Jesus...honey” he said softly.

“Just let me go, please” you pleaded.

“So Harry was…” he trailed off.

You nodded as your bottom lip wobbled. “It only happened once. I’m sorry, Lee. I’ve just been so lonely. He was so attentive, he listened to me. He even danced with me. Y-you…haven’t done any of those things in so long” you whispered.

His expression was impossible to read but you flinched, covering your face in case he lashed out. Instead, he just climbed off of you and began pacing the bed. He looked shellshocked.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” he spluttered.

You shook your head, cowering on the bed as Lee’s face fell into his hands.

“Oh fuck. Oh Jesus” he mumbled. “Was it here?” he asked calmly.

“No” you whispered. “We went for a drive in his truck, when you had poker night” you said sheepishly.

Lee pressed his head against the wall. “Fuck”.

“C’mon, you don’t get to act all high and mighty - you cheat on me all the goddamn time” you growled at him, finding your anger again.

He turned to you, aghast. “Not like this” he said weakly. “I know I’ve fucked up before sweetness but it never meant anything. It was just sex. This wasn’t just sex” he said venomously.

“You’re a hypocrite” you spat. “You fuck whores in your car all the time. You won’t even fuckin’ TOUCH me. You don’t get the moral high ground here”.

Lee stared at you, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He knew you were right.

You sprang off the bed and continued packing.

“Stop that” he growled, yanking the case from your hands and flinging it to the floor. You shoved him and snatched it back again.

He was panting now, his rage building.

You paused for a moment as a glint of metal from his pocket revealed his car keys, your eyes darted to them for just a second, but he spotted it.

“Don’t even fuckin’ think about it” he warned.

But you were so far gone now you didn’t care. All you felt was anger and contempt, your fear had dissipated. You no longer had anything to lose.

You managed to snatch the keys from his pocket and made it halfway down the stairs before he caught you, tackling you to the ground as your body slumped across the steps beneath him. You howled as he tried to rip the keys from your clenched fist and you pushed your other hand’s outstretched fingers against his face to move him away. He responded by restraining your wrists against the stair and locking your hips between his strong thighs. You squirmed and flopped uselessly beneath him, he grunted as he held you in place – his teeth bared.

Your furious eyes met, your faces so near that your noses were nearly touching. You realised you hadn’t been this physically close to him in a long time and took a second to inhale his familiar scent. His weight on top of you was stifling yet you couldn’t believe it transported you back to happier times when you had been closer, when all was better. You gasped as you realised his erection was digging into you.

His breaths were short and urgent and before you knew it his tongue was in your mouth and you were writhing against his crotch. He freed one of your arms to undo his fly and push your briefs to the side and suddenly he was inside you and you were both crying out. You told him that you hated him and he told you that he loved you and that he would be better now and suddenly your orgasm was approaching. His mouth was on your neck and you were clenching hard around his cock as you came undone. He was deeper than he’d ever been before and he filled you to the brim as he came, spilling out onto the stairs beneath and you loudly cursed knowing you’d have to clean it.

You stayed like that for a while and he held you, he wouldn’t let you get up but just sealed you in his strong arms as your back pulsed from lying awkwardly on the hard stairs. He told you that he couldn’t let you go because then he’d lose you forever and so you sobbed gently on his shoulder until you fell asleep.

He carried you to bed and you slept all night, even late through the morning – waking up at nearly eleven. You crept downstairs and he wasn’t there, but he’d left you a note saying he’d be home by five. He had left several things out on the kitchen table for you.

A brand new record player, pristine in its box.

The Your Heart Belongs To Me vinyl, snapped and broken. A stack of shiny new records next to it.

A single cheeseburger, cut perfectly in half.

You sighed heavily, retreating back up the stairs to unpack your suitcase.

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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

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“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.”

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[mavsstar]

GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

this is a sneak peak for you could be my daddy, um enjoy :D

“You wanna know what I don’t get?” Lee rhetorically questioned. 

“What’s that?” 

“That you’ve been to a rodeo before I have.” 

“I have, haven’t I?” You stared off and pondered on the thought. “Well if it helps I was practically dragged to them most of the time.” 

“How come?” he asked you. 

“I had a friend named Garrett–” 

“I already don’t like where this is going,” he interrupted. 

“Oh hush,” you lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “Anyways he was a bull rider and he would drag me to every single rodeo there was in town. He said I was his good luck charm and I had to kiss him 3 times on the cheek before he went out.” 

“I remember when he would accidentally move his head and I would kiss his lips instead of his cheek, it happened all the time” you added, giggling at the memory, “what a silly boy.” 

“Dove?” 

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.” 

The ride to the rodeo was longer than you expected. Lee had forgotten to get gas the night before and had to make a “quick” stop to the gas station. Only it was the opposite of “quick”, cows blocked the road just as you were about to leave. The farmer’s wife was having a lot of trouble doing it on her own. 

“Lee go help her,” you ushered him towards her.

“Why me?” he asked, “why don’t you go help her?” 

“I ain’t going near those damn cows!” you exclaimed as you pushed him forward. “It’s one thing to admire them from up close but it’s another to actually touch them. Besides you’re a man, now go do man things!” 

“Man things?” he chuckled, “what does that even mean?” 

“To follow the orders their partner just gave them,” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest, “and to do them quickly.” 

“You’ve been getting bossy lately, you know that?” 

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!” 

Lee raised his hands up in defense, “alright I’m going!"

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[buckrecs]

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

Sweet On You by @ladyfallonavenger

A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.

Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger

“What’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss?”

something sweet by @laineywilsons

your first halloween as the sheriff’s wife doesn’t quite go as planned.

a different kind of angel by @laineywilsons

a chance meeting on a knockemstiff back road changes lee’s life forever. 

babydoll by @bellasburdens

go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck

You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.

Sweetheart by @likeahorribledream

Lee takes you out to celebrate, but he quickly notices that something is bothering you.

Drabble by @sweeterthanthis

A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe

Pearl Necklace by @mypoisonedvine

your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

In Through The Window by @disturbedbydesign

You and Lee had always dreamed of starting a family, and when you finally gave birth to your first child, you thought your dream had become a reality. But then something changed—your baby changed—and your dream turned into a nightmare that only you could see.

Meant Something by @mickeyhenrys

“of course it meant something!” 

coping mechanism by @lokiskitten

you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.

Goodbye, Earl by @disturbedbydesign

You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.

You can be my daddy tonight by @bucknastysbabe

If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.

Mix Every (Baking) Failure with Chocolate by @acatwriteshere

Reader is trying her very best to make her first Valentine's Day as a married woman the very best any husband could wish for. How sad that she fails at preparing the main surprise.

dinner and a treat by @nickfowlerrr

girls like you don’t need heaven by @noceurous

the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset

SERIES

just between you and me, did the love affair maim you too? by @extremelyblackandwhite

sheriff and his princess by @sweetdreamsbuck

Anything by @littlelioncub43

It’s Day I of your birthday week, and you decide to kick things off with a little celebration dance. Lee, of course, isn’t complaining about it. After all, whatever you want, you get. 

Domestic!Lee by @tumblin-theworldaway

Got Any Candy? by @qyllenhaal

Y/n wants to get out of town and move to the city, but the pay she's making at her job isn't cutting it. She answers a weird ad in the classified ads that doesn't turn out to be what it seemed.

+ Down By The River

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[sagechanoafterdark]

To Love and To Hold

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Sheriff Lee Bodecker has a perfect life and you are his perfect wife. With his eyes on higher political aspirations, he won't let anything stand in his way. And neither will you.

Word Count: 2,161

Warnings: canon violence, hinted at sexual assault, murder, sexual themes, a little bit of cock warming at the end

A/N: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now. It's a one-shot fic and the first time I've written for Lee Bodecker. It's also an entry for @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms ongoing Make It Badass Challenge. We all know I love a strong female reader. Hope you guys love it too. Thank you so much to @iwantutobehapppier for looking it over and the confidence boost and all the fellow Hodeckers for the inspiration along the way.

The night was dragging by. Sitting in his cruiser outside the bar, Lee watched with a sharpened gaze as a group of boys sauntered out the front door. Hooting and hollering as they stumbled into the cool June air, the trio shit-faced as they stumbled towards the waiting car.

With his window cracked he could faintly hear the sound of a woman's voice, the driver, greeting one of the three. “Hey baby,” the man replied leaning heavily on the roof. “Thanks for coming to pick us up. Bodecker’s been sitting cross the street all damn ni-”

Lee tisked as the rest of his commentary was cut off, shifting in his cruiser. Mouthy little shit. As if he wanted to be here, sitting outside in a cold June rain waiting to pop a DUI. Maybe get a little puke on his shoes? As if this was his dream night.

Soon enough he’d be wearing that monkey suit, waving at constituents; maybe holding a couple of babies and making some promises he couldn’t keep. At least he could have you by his side for that. He’d set his sights small, make a run for state representative. Get a taste of real politics and see if it stuck.

As a matter of fact, he was damn sure his little dream would have never gotten off the ground if it hadn’t been for you. You, his darling and doting wife. You’d become a shining star in the community, running his campaign, talking to all the right people, steering him with all the mastery of a Capitan steering a ship.

The only reason he was up in the poles was because of you.

Sighing he rubbed a hand over his face, the day's stubble scraping over his fingers. He’d have to shave before tomorrow's planned speech and meet and greet. Though he was pretty sure you’d love the stubble the moment he walked in the door after his shift tonight.

Sometimes it felt just like yesterday when he’d first met you. Fresh-faced out of the academy and wearing the uniform felt good, the fit had been right back then. Of course, that was before he’d gotten a taste for the pies at Flo’s and before you’d simultaneously stole his soul and cut him to ribbons with that silver tongue of yours.

Sure people gave him a hard time for mooning over a woman who wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But that’s why he loved you even more. You knew he could be more and believed in him more than anyone.

Fuck, Lee loved you more than anything.

The radio in his car crackled to life, “Base, calling Car Twelve-Twenty-three.”

Picking up the mic from the hold on the dash Lee held down the button, “Twelve-Twenty-three, go ahead.”

“Sheriff you’re wife called just now,” came the overly bored voice of his night dispatcher, Roz.

A grin pulled at Lee's lips as he pressed the button on the walkie again, “And what did the Missus have to say?”

The radio crackled again before Roz’s voice came back, “Said, “The pot roast is getting cold and that you better hurry home if you want any.”

Pot roast? It’s not Sunday. You don't cook…

Lee's blood ran cold, blue eyes widened as the private code between you set off warning bells in his head. With a trembling hand, he pressed down on the CB once more. “Looks like I should be heading home then,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice even. “Twelve-Twenty-three signing out.”

“Have a good night Sheriff,” Roz echoed over the radio.

Starting up his cruiser Lee tore out of the gravel driveway. Kicking up rocks as he joined the pavement, tires screeching as he sped towards home. The leather squeaked under his iron-fisted grip as he turned corners and passed houses in a blur. 

The cruiser came to a screeching halt a the end of the driveway, Lee's feet hit the pavement as the vehicle jerked into park. He drew his gun the moment he exited, pulling back the hammer on the pistol and ready. Taking the front porch steps two at a time his keen eye-catching the pitcher of lemonade and glass with your lipstick still on the rim in the darkness.

Something was wrong.

Entering the house Lee was careful. Putting enough pressure on the squeaky door hinge he’d not gotten around to fixing and dodging the floor creaks in the old home. Dipping through the dark living room and down the hall towards the bright kitchen. It was deathly quiet and his heart beat wildly against his ribs as he drew in a breath before ducking around the corner.

Pistol pointed at the man he vaguely recognized seated at your kitchen table.

Lee slowly realized the horror of what he’d walked into.

The man sat slumped in the chair at the dining table was Samuel Kent, a reporter for the downstate paper who he’d had the displeasure of meeting in person two days ago. His blue leisure suit was rumpled and now stained crimson as blood slowly oozed from the gaping gash on his neck. Dark eyes glazed over and horn-rimmed glasses askew on his face, blood dripped from his parted and gasping lips.

Holstering his weapon Lee’s shoes skirted the pool of blood forming off the pristine white lace table cloth as he looked at you. Still as a statue sitting across from the corpse.

Your crystal clear eyes staring, unblinking, at the man opposite. Clutched in your hand was the sandwich knife, the tip glimmering with blood as you sat frozen over the fine china tea set. “Kitten,” Lee tested, voice gentile but strained as he slowly approached you. “Kitty, what happened?”

You were still. Unblinking and unable to look away from the whey-faced man, “He was going to talk.” The harsh whisper fell from your lips as tears began to fill your crystal-clear eyes. “He was going to expose us. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let him muddy our name. Not now.”

“Kitty,” he asked again, his breath catching the moment your eyes flicked over to him with a coldness he recognized. “Tell me what happened.”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, your sorrow and shock-filled eyes drifting back to Kent before hardening again. Lee felt a stone sinking in his stomach with that look.

“He knew about the Williams boys,” the words whispered from your lips, so quiet in the silence of the kitchen Lee was unsure he’d even heard you. “Said he was going to expose you for covering up what happened to them. That it wasn’t a wild animal. That he had enough to prove that you covered it up when you were a deputy still. That there might have been others who disappeared around town. He was going to tell everyone.”

The Williams boys.

Lee should have known the spector of those three men would appear in your lives again. It had been like this then too. The blood. The carnage. He can still remember you standing holding the knife in your hand. Dress tore your lip fat and cut open with that sinister gleeful smile spreading on your perfect lips.

Perfect lips he’d fallen in love with.

Swallowing hard, Lee crouched beside you. His knees hit the linoleum floor before reaching up and swiping away the few tears that managed to fall. Inwardly cursing himself for not taking action sooner. Like the fool, he was he’d thought that there would be time to handle this. 

“I’m so sorry Kitten,” he comforted, before recalling the bristling conversation he’d had with the man two days ago.

Kent sat in his office, a smug grin on his face and a cocky tilt to his head. “I wonder how Mrs. Bodecker would react to that kind of news,” he smirked, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses further up his nose. “Knowing her husband is nothing more than a dirty cop and a dirty politician.”

That struck an immediate chord with him, “Stay the hell away from my wife!”

Spittle flew from Lee's mouth as he stood from his desk, the office nowhere near soundproof as his secretary looked up from her paperwork to the red-faced sheriff.

Samuel Kent still looked as cool and composed as ever, a sly smile forming on his lips as he dusted off his pants before standing. “Well, now that’s not quite the reaction I was expecting. You’ll be hearing from me again Sheriff.”

“I mean it Kent,” Lee warned, his expression menacing as the man left his office. “Stay away from my wife.”

Looking up into your glistening eyes, Lee tried his best to comfort you. “I warned him, Kitty. I really did.”

Swallowing hard his gaze drifted over to your hand still clutching the bloody knife, wrapping his fingers around yours before the knife clattered to the table. With a broken sob, you fell into his arms and cried, burying your face into his neck as he began soothing you with soft whispers.

His focus was solely on getting you out of this, he’d done it before. Comforted you after the Williams boys. After that drifter, Harold Britt came to town and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then the farmer Samuel Holster disappeared after pinching you in the diner one too many times and you’d come to him covered with blood and dirt. 

Lee had done this many times before. Sat on his knees before you, giving you the comfort you needed. Soothing your fragmented soul and frayed nerves with his own stained and blackened heart.

“Lee,” you whispered wetly against his ear after your crying had slowed. Your tongue licked over the shell, teeth catching the lobe as a groan caught in his throat. He could feel your hand slipping down over his tummy and cupping his already hard cock through his pants.

“Kitty,” he rumbled, stubble scraping against your cheek before your lips caught his in a sloppy and messy kiss.

Your tongue thrust into his mouth just as your body surged against his and Lee returned it in full force. Tasting your lipstick and the tang of the rose tea you only served to guests you hated, his hand slipped up to your cheek. Trying in vain to wrestle control back as your mouth plundered his. Tongue stroking, biting at his lips one second before pressing a sweet as sin kiss against him.

Breath fanning over his face you whimpered, “Help me. Please, Sheriff.”

“Yeah,” he agreed against your mouth with a grunt. “I’ll help you, Kitty.”

His dick was rock hard and the way you were grinding on his hips made his knees ache against the floor, but he didn’t care. His large warm hands slid up over your back as he laid you down onto the spotless kitchen floor, pushing away the chair you’d been sitting in with a squeak.

Shedding his jacket and loosening his tie, Lee's blue eyes looked down on you as your fingers began unsnapping the buttons on your dress. Exposing your breasts, nestled perfectly in the lace trim bra. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, ready to bury his face into your cleavage as his own hands started fumbling with the belt and zip on his slacks.

Freeing his cock the head leaked against the soft floral print of your dress before his hands slipped up your bare thighs. Fingers warm and caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before pulling them off along with your shoes, one hand gripped your calf, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle before you wrapped it around his waist.

Lee was absolutely gone for you.

The way you’d sigh as he gripped his fat cock in one hand, rubbing the head against your damp pussy before raising your hips for him. Eagar to take him, Lee licked his fingers briefly before pressing the spit-soaked digits against you earning a soft moan. Slipping and sliding against your entrance he drew a shuddering breath as he pressed forward at the same time.

A moan rattled out of your lungs as Lee covered your body with his own, one hand on your hip to hold you still as he loomed over you braced on his forearm. Kissing you deeply, tongue stroking against yours as your arms pulled him in. 

“No more Pepsi cups,” you whispered against his lips.

The sure baritone in your voice made Lee's dick jump inside of you. Looking down into your eyes you looked vulnerable, innocent, and naive when you were anything but. There was a reason that he’d helped you cover up the Williams boys and all the others. It was the same reason he’d help you cover up this one too.

“No more Pepsi cups,” he vowed, thrusting into you roughly on the kitchen floor as a deep moan spilled from your lips.

Lee loved you more than he did himself.

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[sgt-seabass]

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

✧˚ · . Tortured under King Lee's reign, you make your escape.

pairing — farmhand!Hal Carter x princess!reader w/c — approx 1k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫black crown warnings —non-consensual king!lee bodecker x reader, non-graphic non-con, non-major character death, reference to suicide, skin scarring via candle wax, but it's all okay because Hal is a sweetheart a/n — written for @the-slumberparty's warm up drabble challenge. i got the word 'neck', which inspired this drabble. not beta read, we die like men.

The subtle amber glow from the candle on your bedside table casted a beautiful horizon across your quarters. The quarters which were once your mother’s.

You had been placed in them when she threw herself from her window, plummeting to her death instead of facing a world where her husband was dead and a new king would reign.

Her blood painted the white roses red. And you’d never been able to look at the expansive flowerbeds since.

King Lee had come into succession, bringing darkness with him, covering the whole castle in an ominous aura.

To the town, there was an illusion of grandeur, one your stepfather and his son, Prince Carter, were good at upholding.

Lee visited you every night. His cruelty never got easier, his hand heavy and cock painfully big. If you weren’t beaten, you’d be fucked – or sometimes both.

You were the king’s punching bag. The sole daughter of his dead betrothed.

Sometimes his son would visit too, and it’s on those nights that you truly wished to join your mother.

Perhaps you were cowardly that you hadn’t already followed her footsteps out of the window and into the garden below. But you still had an inkling of hope.

Hal had shown you the possibility of happiness. A sweet farm boy you met while sneaking into the town's markets. He’d given you a handful of fresh raspberries, a soft smile on his lips. “Pretty dames shouldn’t have to pay.”

He was the first sincere person you’d met. And he was your ticket to freedom.

Hal would be waiting for you in the gardens below tonight, and you would flee with him. You would be free. A bird to the wind with endless routes ahead.

The candle flickered as your door opened, the hinges groaning as you were met with the sight of your king, a nightly occurrence you dreaded. “Miss me, princess?”

Like muscle memory, you lay back on your bed as Lee pushed up your nightgown, hands rough against your sensitive flesh as the familiar dance begun. “Always so soft. Makes me just want to mark you more.”

Your gaze turned to the candle, listening to the slight crackle of the wood wick as Lee mounted you.

The wax had begun to dribble down in the catch below, droplets falling like a body from a tower.

Black crows cawed outside as you felt the painful stretch, your core stinging. It never got easier.

Lee spoke to you, but you just listened to the rustling oak trees outside as the candle burned lower, glazed eyes looking to your king when he ordered you to do so.

After tonight, you would be gone. No more blood. No more tears. Just life, the way it was meant to be lived. Free and without conviction.

Time passed, the pain didn’t stop, and neither did your king. You always cursed his stamina.

Eventually, Lee came with a shout, his seed spurting across your stomach. But he wasn’t finished with you.

He never was.

The candle had burnt nearly to the hilt, with a large reserve of wax at the bottom.

“Show me your neck, princess,” Lee ordered, forcing your head back before you could even heed his words.

The movement exposed your marred neck to him. Littered with scars and old burns, you wore a collar of pain.

While you may escape, there were some things you would never get back. Your dignity, your innocence, and your purity.

Lee took the candlestick, tilting it over your neck, so the smouldering wax dripped over your skin.

You cried out to deaf ears, writhing underneath your king as he tried to claim you. What Lee didn’t realise was while he may have taken your body, he would never have your heart and soul. They were for Hal only.

Your flesh warbled under the heat of the wax as it cooled and hardened on your skin, tears dropping down onto the cotton below. Lee always liked to see you cry.

“Cover this up tomorrow. We have a banquet in the evening,” Lee ran his fingers against your wounds, admiring his work for a moment before leaving you. “I will have a dress readied for you.”

Thankfully, Lee left, giving you a chance to prepare for your escape.

Ignoring your soreness, you dressed in a simple black dress, the same you wore to your mother's funeral. It was nondescript and would help if you needed to hide.

From under the bed, you pulled out the rope you had stolen from the knight's storeroom, securing it to a load-bearing pillar before throwing the rest out of your window.

When you looked down, you were met with the smiling face of your saviour. Hal stood below, dressed in a dirty tunic with a blade strapped to his back. Your knight in muddied armour.

You hoisted yourself out the window, trying your best to scale the side of the castle.

What seemed like an easy task was far from it, and two-thirds of the way down your arms gave way, letting go of the rope and your only lifeline.

The wind whooshed through your hair, and for a moment, you accepted this was where you’d die.

Your fall was broken by two burly arms catching you, allowing you to crash into him, sending you both to the ground.

“Hal! Gods, are you alright?” You quickly sat up, hands bracing on Hal’s solid chest.

He just laughed from his spot on the ground, holding your sides gingerly. “I’m wonderful. My dream came true. The gods have gifted me a beautiful damsel.”

“Oh, stop it. We could have died!” You gently whacked his chest before Hal got up, helping you to your feet.

“But we didn’t. And now we have the world ahead of us, princess.” Hal’s hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

“You can have a lot more kisses when we get out of here,” you smiled, body in a world of pain, but it didn’t matter. Your heart was content.

“Then let’s not waste time. I’m impatient to taste your sweet lips again, princess,” Hal said cheekily, grabbing your hand and beginning to sneak you through the castle grounds.

“I’m not a princess anymore. I renounce it,” you whispered to him, ducking behind a barrel when a knight walked past.

Hal’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Ah, but you’re still my princess. The ruler of my heart.”

“You’re a sap.” You took a deep breath as you reached the edge of the property. From here, it was the open world. “I’m scared.”

“Me too. But the fear will guide us. We’ll get through this.” Hal kissed the back of your hand.

Hal pulled out a silk scarf from his back pocket, your eyes widening at the beautiful floral pattern. “Hal. How did you afford this?”

“Years of workin’, princess.”

The soft material was looped around your neck, covering your scarred skin and protecting it from the elements.

Hal secured it, his touch gentle and full for adoration, before you snuck through a hole in the castle walls.

Unbeknownst to both of you, King Lee watched from above, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. Freedom would not come without a fight. Nothing was ever that easy.

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[babyjakes]

right up nice, where you belong.

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summary | lee’s got you tied up sitting pretty on his thigh, and you’re in for a wild ride, whether you want it or not.

pairing | soft!dark!daddy!lee bodecker x innocent!little!reader

warnings | you gotta read at least lee’s dialogue in that delicious southern accent!! otherwise it’s not gonna have the same effect, ddlg (daddy!lee little!reader), dub/non-con (lee is pretty dark, reader probably definitely doesn’t want what’s being done to her), thigh riding, abuse of power/authority (just inherently ig), mocking/degredation, praise kink, fingering, forced orgasm w/ squirting, overstim, crying & begging to stop, handcuffs, choking, pussy slapping

word count | 1,235

an | alright friends,, here it is :’-) i am so scared to post this lol, this is my first time ever writing for lee and i really wanted to do him justice so i hope you all enjoy! i wasn’t quite sure how to categorize this one; it has very dark vibes and i feel the dub/non-con warnings are definitely warranted but i’m also not sure if it’s completely a dark!lee situation or just very heavy roleplaying. i’m leaving that up to you to decide!

“P-please…” your crackling voice breaks through the quiet of the poorly-lit living room, the only other sound filling your ears being the soft labored breathing of the large man behind you. Though your glossy stare is focused on the old-fashioned television set in front of you, you can feel the sheriff’s predatory gaze running its hungry hands all along you as you quiver in fear, the slightest whimper rising in your throat triggering the man to jolt you gently against him once more, only worsening the terrible burning between your legs.

With a hand on either side of your spasming waist, Lee holds you upright atop his thick stump of a thigh, the warm muscle of his leg straining beneath his dark-grey work pants and rubbing up in all the worst ways possible against the thin cotton strip of your pastel strawberry print underwear. Agonizingly slow, yet forceful, the man works your hips in a gentle rolling motion, the expansion of your wet patch inevitable as you do everything in your power to keep from submitting fully to his vile tactics.

“Please,” you plead again, earning a sustained hush from the sheriff as he wraps one arm a bit further around you, pressing a hand over your quaking tummy.

“Come on now, angel. Don’t gotta make this any more difficult than it has to be,” Lee’s low voice hums against the back of your neck, the gentle presence of his lips against your tender flesh sending shivers down your spine. “Jus’ wanna take care of you, sweetha’t, you gonna let me do that? Hmm?” At the feeling of his hand trailing down from your belly button to hovering over the crumpled fabric of your skirt, your breath hitches in your throat, a pathetic sob forming in the pit of your stomach.

“N-no, Sheriff Bod-decker,” you hiccup, cheeks burning in humiliation as salty tears begin escaping from the corners of your eyes.

“Oh suga’ pie, you poor thing,” the sturdy man croons, leaning his head over to the side of yours to get a better look at your face, now glistening with fresh tears. “Haven’t even touched you yet, and you’s already cryin’? Must be such a sensitive little doll,” Lee frowns in mock sympathy, dragging his hand down further to cup over your barely-clothed mound, a smug smile forming on his face. “Oh, but looks here like someone might be enjoyin’ thems'selves- look at how wet you’re gettin’ for me, angel. Daddy really gettin’ you that worked up?”

As he works his strong fingers over the wet patch forming at your core, you let out a distressed squeal, your wrists clanking helplessly behind your back in the tight pair of metal cuffs you’ve been tied up with. “Now, now, little one. Don’t be gettin’ too fussy on me,” the sheriff warns, tightening his grip on you with one arm as the other continues rubbing over your ruined panties, your cunt releasing an obscene amount of fluid as the man’s thigh and fingers are worked up against you just right. “Wouldn’t wanna have to tie you down on the bed, show you how fast I can really make you come undone,” he threatens, “no, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Love havin’ you just like this, babydoll. Right up nice on Daddy’s leg, hmm? Exactly where you belong.”

When you feel the thin cotton layer of protection being gently moved to the side by his wandering fingers, you can’t keep your voice from erupting from within you, “N-no, please! Please, Sheriff Bod-”

“Uh-uh uh,” Lee’s harsh voice cuts you off, his arm flying up to clamp over your chest as his hand closes in around your throat. “Now I’ve had just about enough of you disrespectin’ me, little girl,” the man seethes, his restriction of your airflow making your head begin to spin. In the blink of an eye, he’s slapped his hand down against your uncovered pussy, a terrified yelp catching in your closed-off throat as your cunt stings bright red. “Now I’m gonna let go of you, sweeth'at, gonna let those pretty little lips of yours take in some air, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me now; d'you understand me?”

With panic building in your chest, you can only think to nod, heaving greedily when he releases slightly on your throat, gulping in air like a fish out of water. “Now what do we say, suga’ pie?” Lee tests, surprising you by grabbing the soaked cloth of your panties and ripping them clean off of you, eliciting a defeated cry of horror as you slump your head against the man’s strong hand still holding your neck, your voice coming out in a pathetic mumble.

“Y-yes Daddy.”

Beaming, Lee coos at you, his fingers returning to your folds for a second time, now much gentler than before, running along in smooth motions against the tender flesh instead of the harsh slapping of just a few moments ago. “That’s my good girl, such a peach for Daddy, aren’t ya?” he praises as he begins bumping his leg underneath you, his pointer and mid fingers sliding down to surround your swollen clit, barely pulling up on the skin to allow just the right exposure to his bouncing thigh. A muffled whimper rises in your throat as more tears pool in your eyes, the terrible sensation of your poor nub rubbing up against the slick fabric of the sheriff’s pants sending tingles bursting throughout every inch of your body, a dangerous sense of warmth forming in the pit of your belly.

“P-please- D-Daddy,” you implore as you’re held up by nothing but your neck, the wicked smile on Lee’s face only widening as he senses your building arousal.

“That’s it, little one. Ride Daddy’s thigh, grind that pretty little pussy ‘gainst it like a good little slut. You like that?” he spits, beginning to work his fingers surrounding your bundle of nerves in gentle jerking motions, “you like it when Daddy holds you down on his thigh and rubs that pretty little pussy raw?”

“Please, D-Daddy- stop,” you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth grind together, your toes beginning to curl as a familiar feeling of pressure begins building in your chest, your head throbbing as you do all you can to fight off your impending climax.

“C'mon now, angel. No use in fightin’ it,” Lee sings right up against your ear as he moves the pads of his fingers over your nub to rub in frantic circles, sighing out in victory as he feels you squirting out against him. “Theere, that’s it, babydoll. Cum on Daddy’s leg, sweeth'aht,” he encourages as you wail inconsolably in his grasp, your entire body contracting painfully as your orgasm is forced out of you. “Just like that, so good for me, peach,” the sheriff continues to praise as you finally begin to wind down, drool and tears dribbling down your chin as you struggle to catch your breath, your entire body now coated in sweat from your terrible high.

“Such a good little doll,” Lee hums, pressing a kiss into the side of your head as he runs his fingers in slow circles over your throbbing clit, causing you to jerk back from the overwhelming sensations. “So pink and puffy for me now, dah'lin. Bet you’re so sensitive, aren’t you? And we’re just barely gettin’ started.”

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[bunnyscraft]

Bambi Eyes — Series Masterlist

Lee Bodecker X Reader

Summary: Lee Bodecker is a bad man. He cheats—he steals—he lies to the people of his town with a flashy smile and a tip of his hat. So what’s a bad man to do when a good girl like you comes in and steals his heart? Well—he might just have to steal you.

Series warnings : Dark fic !! Dead Dove: Do Not Eat !! Descriptions of blood !! Kidnapping !! Stalker!Lee !! Daddy kink !! Spanking !! Innocent reader !! Dark!Lee !! Potentially Dark!Reader !! Some Arvin/Reader moments !! Smut !! Stalking !! Dub-con !! Spit kink !! Praise kink !! Rough smut !! Soft smut !! Lee is a bad bad bad bad man !!

Table of contents ✨

🎀 | Chapter : One

🎀 | Chapter : Two

🎀 | Chapter : Three

More chapters coming soon !!

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[misguidedasgardian]

Lee (part 1)

Lee & Cherry Pie

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You only walked into the precinct because someone stole your phone, you never thought you were going to come out of it with more than you asked for 

Warnings: Age gap (reader is middle 20’s and Lee is 40), mentions of crimes, kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, etc (AU related), misogynistic tendencies, very severe father figure (and the treats that come with it), shy reader, male masturbation in a public space, Lee is very horny and frustrated, DUB-CON power imbalance and almost coercion, smut, p in v, car sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy) might forget some awrnings

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.8k

Notes:I tried to search for the Sheriff’s duties and everything, and I haven’t been able to understand it, but I did what I could haha, I hope you all like this! 

Lee was reading carefully the paperwork displayed all over his wooden desk, he couldn’t the amount of paperwork and office duty he had

Being the captain of the entire district was tiring, even if it belonged to a small, suburban district right outside of New York. He had to supervise everything that was going on in his precinct. 

But the thing is that the crimes and trouble in his little town wouldn’t even be worth the gigantic amount of paperwork, it was a boring ass town

The kind of boring that could just waste your life away

Yes he had the chance to keep his dick wet, with young women he was probably never going to see again, but this tiring routine was eating him alive

His friends were right

Fucking drunk girls that got detained, or even druggadicts, sex workers or scorts and other characters wasn´t working for him anymore, it wasn’t satisfactory. Well he did enjoyed it, seeing their watery eyes when they realized they would have to please him so they will stay out of trouble, having total control over them, that riled him up, make him feel so fucking powerful, but it was a sensation so short lived, he wanted something more… something more permanent 

With a long sigh he got up from his chair, grabbing a file, Sunshine’s file. Ari’s wife file, well, she wasn’t his wife, but, you get his meaning. At least he had someone

He walked amongst the men at the precinct, his detectives, his officials, even walked by the desk of his Lieutenant and his Sargent, to stop in a lonely, small desk. One of his youngest detectives, a feisty little thing, was entertained in paperwork, her head sinking in another file, smaller, finishing the details before handing it to his captain. He slammed the file on it making her jump with a cute little squeal. 

“Sorry Sheriff” she apologized immediately, trying to stand from his chair but he stopped her. 

“I got a New case for you” he said meekly, “I stole it right from your Captain’s desk, a missing person, a young woman” he eyes shined with determination and Lee had to stop himself from smiling

“I got it Sheriff I won’t let you down” she said with a practiced stern voice

“I know you won’t” he winked at her and left. Finally smirking. He knew she was never going to be able to solve it, she was the rookiest, newest, member of the precinct. It was the easiest way to level Sunshine’s case as a cold one. 

Is not that rookie was bad, she was a good cop, a good detective, in a way, she was enthusiastic and active in duty like a golden retriever pup, she was getting sharper case by case, and she was incredibly smart, yet… she had much to learn

Life was full of little disappointments, so the case he just throw in her desk was going to be the first 

He sometimes got so enthralled in police work he forgets what his true work was, but something he never forgot… was how close the elections were coming up. And he was hanging by a thread

He was an active member of the community, yes, but he was lacking something very important when it came to family values, an important element if he wanted to truly become that beacon of family protection and become so trustworthy like some sort of superhero

The problem was that he was lacking in the family values department because he didn’t have a family… Not even a wife, and reaching the dreaded 40 last year was taking a toll on his credibility. Would you trust the safety of your families and wifes to a man that didn’t have any of his own? That's how he saw it

And his runner up, his opponent in the upcoming elections, represented everything he was lacking. He was a family man, he had a beautiful wife, one of those that appeared to come out of some sort of Ideal Home magazine, and an accomplished daughter who just came out first of his class in college, studying business management or something like that, he didn’t know. He never saw the little brat, but what he had heard is that she was the epitome of perfection, perfect school record, perfect college career, and now she was taking a “time out” to help her own community, of course, campaigning alongside her father.

Wasn't he, the man himself, saved a little kid from a building on flames? probably, the man was some sort of superman. Impeccable police career, and a beacon of hope in your little town, and he appeased voting parts of the population he wished he could. 

Yes he was going to fucking loose the elections 

And he could not allow that to happen to him, not if he wanted to keep his and his friends way of life as peaceful as it was

Your small community was still recovering from that disappearing spree of young and beautiful girls. Luckily for Lee, his time of cleaning up his friend’s messes was nearly over, only Barber finally got his girl, implying she fled her charges on that bullshit case, and Kemp had expanded his hunting ground to the big City itself, so it wasn’t his problem anymore. Besides he managed to pin a couple of missing girls into a deluded bastard that wanted to lay low in MiddleTown, some sicko that even if he said he didn’t do it and had weak alibis, he went down for Kemp’s crimes so he was in the clear and the town was “safe”. Robert Pronge was in the prison of maximum security and couldn’t hurt any more girls. 

Now Sunshine´s still open case was turning to be a pain in his ass 

But his golden retriever was handing it right now, the case was going to be dead in a couple of weeks 

And then his head was wondering again, when will he find the one for him? Ari was so happy with his Sunshine he could barely speak before he interrupted himself with a dumb lovestruck look on his face, and Andy, so excited, like a kid on Christmas, finally had his pet, his kitten, trying all those depraved things on her, trying to break he in was all he could talk about. And Steve? Well, Steve was Steve, he had a more fleeting kind of satisfaction, but he still let out soe steam with all his girls. 

And then… just like that, his gaze fell on one of his deputy’s desk, where you were standing, playing with your fingers nervously

“I’m sorry” you muttered, looking down and not being able to look the authority in the eyes, “I’m sure you have more important things to do than this, but, mmm, I got mugged and they stole my phone…” Lee listened attentively, exasperated of the way you couldn’t even look his man in the eyes

“I understand Miss,” he looked at you then, from your head to toe, and what he saw made his slacks feel tighter. You were the epitome of an old school good girl, you were wearing a long summer dress, leather shoes, and a thin wool vest over it, your hair was arranged out of your face, oh and what a face was that! those doe eyes, full lips he realized he wanted to kiss, and that idiot Colin wasn’t oblivious of how beautiful you were 

“Can you please tell where you got mugged?” The young policeman smiled at you, a smile that made young girls swoon, and he saw the way you flustered, clearly liking the interaction with him.

“Shea,” his voice came out louder than he planned, and you jumped in your spot like a little scared deer, “I can take over this,” your eyes opening widely told him you knew exactly who he was and how couldn’t you? His unmistakable uniform and his imposing form. Lee’s chest inflated like his ego when he realized it

 “I'm sure you got more important things to deal with boss” the idiot had the nerve to answer

“Don’t you think this is important?” he asked, his Sheriff voice in display, lookin at his subordinate, “we might have the beginnings of violent robber” he said firmly, “Who is targeting young girls” you got lost between both imposing men, both terribly handsome, and you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your fingers. Something in your head told you you should come down to the station, and now you´re realizing why. You should listen to your instincts more often

You saw both man discussing back and forth, their voices turned into background noise, until the sheriff himself looked at you directly

“Come to my office miss” he indicated, signaling at you with his thick arm, you had no choice but to follow him, to his pleasure. You didn’t see the wicked smile he draw when he turned, being followed by you and into his office, the only one in this whole precinct which had privacy

“I wasn’t going to do this, but I need it for the insurance, I really need to get a new phone…” You explained nervously when you took a seat on the other side of his desk. Lee smiled then

“Of course sweetie pie” he said warmly, “I’ll help you right out, but since it was a mugging I need you to take your statement“, you could hear him clearly talking in your direction, and his eyes on you felt like lava running down your shoulders, so you muster the strength to meet his eyes and what you saw made you gasp. His steel blue eyes, his wicked smile, his clear interest in you, it was too much

“Oh well, it happened in the square” you explained, “I just had my phone on my had and someone just ran by and grabbed it right from my hands” the entire frase was just spelled out of you in a single breath

“Don’t be nervous, sweet girl” you gasped at the second pet name he slipped past his full lips, and you wondered if that was appropriate, but he was the sheriff! so it must be ok, right? he was supposed to protect you, no hard could come to you in his company

“Oh, I’m sorry” you managed to get out, the more you struggled to speak, the more nervous you got. If you only knew what this was doing to Lee, who watched you as a hawk, wishing he could bend your trembling form over the desk and have his way with you 

Slowly you explained what happened as he pretended to take notes of what happened to you and lastly, you got what you needed, a notice from the police for the insurance company and the Sheriff send you on your way

As soon as he saw your figure walking away from him something twitched inside of him, but now he had all your data, your name and address so that gave him a hope of seeing you again. If he decided to make you his, could he pull it off? take you away from the town and lock you up like Ari did, and like Andy was doing? would he be able to? he doubted it, he was the fucking sheriff and he needed to have a public life but, how was he going to manage to conquer you? make you truly his?

Once can only wonder

He bitterly remembered he had an event to go to, something on the local church about gathering supplies for poor people or something, anyways, he had to make an appearance 

And he would thank his timing for the rest of his life

Lee saw you walked towards the bus stop, so, with a wide grin, he stopped you with his thick, authoritative voice

“Where are you going, sweet thing?” you stopped in your tracks and turned slowly

“To the church” you mumbled, your index fingers intertwined with each other

“I'll take you” he said firmly, and you tremble in your spot

“That is not necessary Sir” you said quickly, wanting to put some distance between you and the man that made your knees shake uncontrollably. And in one second, he took a chance, he tried something…

“Get in the car Sweety pie” he commanded you, he ordered you, and in front of that authority you caved

“Yes Sir” you responded, and you walked towards the open door he was holding for you. And in that moment he thought fleetingly you will definitely be able to see the huge tent he had on his slacks. Oh so you reacted to command and authority? That's interesting. Well, he was the sheriff. 

Was he pushing his luck? He saw you all shaky and scared of being alone with him, it only made his pants feel tighter, so in an unconscious but very planned manner, he placed his big hands in your trembling knee, making you jump but not daring to refuse him

“Relax sweetie pie he murmured happily, “I also have to go to the church”

“Thank you for the ride” you said coyly, the place where he held his hand was burning your skin, a warmth unrecognized by you, but it also felt nice and you almost slapped your own face because of it. You should not feel this way, specially by the presence of him

The town was small and so was the ride, sooner after than later you were in front of the church and you almost jumped out of the vehicle muttering a very quick “thank you sheriff” and ran inside 

He growled when he saw you disappear like a scared rabbit, his hand still tingling and with the feeling of your warm skin under it. And right then he decided it was son going to be your trembling pussy under his hand and not just your thigh

He entered the church at the same the very man that cursed his thoughts was finishing what was had been probably a eye opening pep talk, a speech to the people gathered to help the church gather clothing and food for homeless people, or something like that

Lee didn’t really gave a fuck, but he needed to show up nonetheless

The “man of the hour” saw him and with what Lee would described as a shit-eating grin, he walked towards him, greeting him with a  handshake

“So good you finally showed up” he said, louder that he should but he got what he wanted when everyone around him turn to look at the exchange of the two runner up for the position of sheriff

“Sorry I’m late” Lee said, matching the voice of his opponent, “I had things to take care of in the precinct, you know, protecting the people of our town” 

“Of course sheriff” oh he really hated this bastard, “You look tired, perhaps it’s time to take some long vacations.” He suggested. Lee was aware of how much people were looking at them right now, so it was passive aggressive at this point. 

“You know what they say about sharks” he snarked, “When they stop swimming they sink, that’s how is like to be a sheriff” he said, putting his hands on his belt

“Yes, sure” his opponent looked tired of him already 

“Dad?” and then the sound of your timid voice and you appeared in front of them both like a vision. 

You were the daughter of his runner up. He looked at you like he had seen a ghost, while his contender grabbed you by your shoulders, squeezing until you whined

“This is my daughter and pride” he presented, telling him your name

“Yes we’ve met” he mumbled, and your father looked at you like he wanted to kill you, you only everted your gaze, clearly wanting to escape this situation 

“A picture for the local newspaper!” an eager photographer shouted, and your father grabbed Lee by his shoulder, both smiling falsely

“Don’t go near my daughter again Bodecker” he whispered between his teeth, and he didn’t even stopped smiling

He didn’t respond to him, nor he made any promises because if something he was sure of… is that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind… how sweet and innocent you were, how naive, hell he bet you were a sweet virgin, the daughter of his rival, the sole thought made his cock get so hard it hurt.

As soon as he got inside his car after the church event he took himself out, massaging his fat cock hungrily, picturing you on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours and your sweet mouth wide open, and those dirty thoughts where what push him over the edge embarrassingly quickly 

Like hell he was going to stay away from you, he was going to have you. He looked out the window of his cruiser towards the church, everyone, or at least most of the contributors had left. But what he saw made his blood boil. He saw your form leaving the church, his father following closely behind. You seemed to be arguing, or rather, he was yelling at you but he couldn’t figure out what you were saying

He jumped out of his car with great difficulty

“What were you doing with that man?” he heard your father asked 

“He only gave me a ride dad” you responded, “I told you I needed to go to the station because my phone got stolen” he grabbed you roughly by the arm and shoved you. And that’s whe he came into the picture

“Hey, is everything ok?” he asked then. Your father looked incredibly annoyed and surprised to see him there. Outraged would be the exact words

“This is not any of your business” he barked. He looked at you but you didn’t look at him back, you seemed embarrassed 

“Go back to the car” he barked, and you, like a little lamb, obeyed. When you were out of earshot, the candidate leaned into Lee

“Stay away from my daughter Bodecker!” The man just laughed, looking at the man in front of you

“What do you mean?” he asked

“She is too young for you and I’m not letting my daughter waste her life, with the likes of you!” 

“Withdraw from the race” Lee demanded, “Or I’m going to fuck your daughter, and I´m going to knock her up” 

And that’s how Lee managed to get punched in the face by his runner up

He growled like an animal while he put on his hat over his head, because now he was just leaving a man hunt, created and directed by the pup herself, to find Sunshine. He wanted to punch himself in the fucking face. He gets distracted one second, one single second worried about his own happiness and everything went to hell.

He also knew this was a waste of time because he knew for a fact that sunshine had ever been in the forest, but still, the pu was wasting resources and everything but at least it still looked like a missing person case and not a murder/kidapping. But as he knew, nething came up, he just lost four hours trekking on the forest for nothing, only for appearances  

Middle town was surrounded by forest and rivers, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to get lost. So it wasn’t such a bad idea, he almost wanted to smile at her detective innocence, pull and drive. This feminism or whatever, a woman looking for another woman, it was almost personal

He sighed loudly, both hands on the wheel as he drove away from the edge of the forest, that’s when… he saw you again. Walking shakily towards the same direction he gathered, you were also going to help the search

He stopped the car alongside you, getting all your attention, hell you were so jumpy

“Hello Lee, what are you doing here? ” you asked, couldn’t hide the trembling in your voice

“I’m sorry, miss, but I’m a sheriff and you will treat me with respect” he growled, making you shiver, and mortified, you mumbled an apology

“Sorry Sir” you mumbled, avoiding his darkening look, “Sheriff Sir” 

“That’s more like it” he said, pleased, “and ” he said with that southern brawl, sometimes you wondered how he got up here, in a New York borough. You might be shy, and borderline innocent, but you knew this was a very strange coincidence, but the probability that the sheriff was following you? even more unlikely 

“Let me take you home sweety pie” it was getting late and he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. 

“That is not necessary” you said hastily, I bet you had a lot of things to do, m-more important things,” 

“Are you refusing me, little girl?” he asked with a serious face, “It’s late, and we are in the middle of nowhere, get in the car” and like the obedient little thing you were, you did. He was also motivated by anger, because his cheek still burned with your father’s fist

But he was not going to take you home

No when you explained with a shaky voice that you had a big fight with your dad, in which he told you he was embarrassed by you 

“He says that you are a bad man” you whispered, teary eyed and whimpering mess, “But I know you aren’t, and I’m sick of him pressuring me to help him, he is so mean…” you trembled when you felt his hand on your cheek 

Oh he was not going to take you to your home, now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go

“Lee I’m not sure this is ok” you mumbled, as you noticed he had stopped the car in a wasteland, in the middle of nowhere, and also, it was already dark, so you couldn’t see anything. 

“It is sweetie pie” he whispered, looking at you. There was so little light and still you could clearly see his ice blue eyes looking at you. They were so beautiful and intense, you wanted to tell him all your secrets, “You enjoyed being with me, right? Is that why your father is so upset?” you played with your fingers as you used to when you were nervous 

“Yes” you muttered, “He says you are a bad man”

“And what do you think?” he asked then, he seemed entertained by you

“I think you are good” you muttered, “I don’t know…” the tip of his fingers found your flustered face, brushing away hairs from your face 

He knew this was wrong, the first time with you should be in a bed covered in rose petals, and candles all around you and everything, but no. The urge was real, he had you here, now, this time was now. 

“I’m good” he tasted the words inside his mouth

“What are we doing here, Lee?” you asked then

“Well, I wanted some alone time with you, away from prying eyes” he said back 

“Oh” you didn’t know what to say, what to think

“I want to get to know you better” he continued

“Is it because I’m my father’s daughter?” you asked boldly

“No sweety, since the first time I saw you I liked you” he perched, again, his hand on your thigh, this time squeezing lightly, feeling your unease

“I liked you too” you whispered, and you heard the soft chuckled he let out. When you looked up at him you felt this electric current between you, like something else was going to happen, you knew it, he knew it, and that is why when he leaned into you, you also leaned in, closing the distance between the both of you. His mouth closed on yours hungrily wanting to devour you whole and immediately you felt overwhelmed by him, clearly he had more experienced than you

You briefly felt like a fish that had been hooked

He grabbed you by your thigh, making you sit on his lap.The space was close between your body and the wheel, so he pulled a lever on the side of the seat and made it back as much as possible. You whined into his mouth, almost moaning. Your hands caressed the back of his head. While his sneaked under your dress you wore for the sunny day 

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he asked against your mouth, and you whimpered.

“I don’t know…” 

“You said you liked me, didn’t you?” he asked then between small kisses

“I… had never…” he shushed you 

“It’s ok, sweet girl” he purred, and devoured you again, and you let him, scared of saying no, scared of being alone in the middle of nowhere with him, and specially, you really wanted to know what it was like to be with a man, and somehow you felt safe with him

Oh you were wrong, but that wasn’t important at the moment 

Since his hand found your soft skin under the dress cressing your thighs and butt. You had boyfriends before which had touched you like that but you always stopped them. But now, you were not going to. His fingers raveled the hem of your panties wanting to get under them, you squirmed, uncomfortable, but you didn’t move further

“I’m going to pop your cherry” he said victoriously, “my cherry pie” you whimpered gain, not knowing what to said and not knowing how to stop him even if you wanted to

“I’m scared” you protested, but he shook your fears away

“I will make you feel so good” he said back

“But my father…”

“He’ll never know, I promise” there was this sexy thing about fucking the enemy, and your father had you so done with all his campaign you alost waned to uined it, subconsciusly of course. In a single but gentle movement he ripped your underwear, burning your skin. You felt butterflies in your pussy and suddenly you felt more scared when his fingers trying to sneak between your slippery folds

“You are wet sweetheart” he said, mocking you gently

“I know, I’m sorry” you cried, and he chuckled darkly

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he purred. “Feel this wet little pussy, she is whipping for me, god I think I love you” 

“Don’t say that” 

“What? I love you?” he asked then

“You don’t mean it” you accused

“I do, I’ll prove it, If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be doing this… right? I wouldn't want to be here with you, alone” his hands fidgeted with the hem of his pants, opening his belt and then his fly, releasing himself. It was dark and you couldn’t quite see it, but you knew he was big

“I want to eat you out, and I want you to blow me, but not now, later” he promised, and the thought of repeating this with him made your stomach tingle, you wanted this. It felt forbidden but because of it it felt so good

When the tip of his cock started opening you up you whimpered, it was painful and you felt like he was burning you, but he didn’t stop, and you had little to no strength to control how to go down on him, so your knee slipped from the door, making you impale yourself into him, making you cry bloody murder, grabbing his shoulders wanting to rip the fabric apart.Lee wouldn’t hear any of it, and managed to make you still so he could spear off and then again into your body, making you cry harder 

“I’m sorry” you whimpered, tryin by all means to stop the tears falling but there was no use, the sharp pain was triggering them, “I’ve never done this before,” Lee only smiled as he snapped his hips harder into you, making you whimper and release more bitter tears 

“Oh I know,” Lee purred, his fat cock spearing into you making you cry out

“Sir” you called, slapping his shoulder repeatedly, but he didn’t relent, “Sir, please” you muttered

“What?” he grunted, his face still on your neck 

“I… you are not using a condom” you whispered into his ear, your arms around his neck

“Fuck I know, this is just some sweet pussy” he grunted, “How the fuck I’m I suppose to fuck you with a fucking rubber uh?” 

“But, I… uh!” you whined consecutively, overwhelmed by the feeling, the pain, but also the pleasure, where making your head spin

“Relax cherry pie” he purred, caressing your face, brushing hairs out of your sweaty face, “Everything is going to be ok” you just nodded, your eyes turning to the back of your head when the tip of his cock caressed a special spot inside of you.

“Lee” you moaned his name as you reached your climax, and he only smiled, lookin at your beautiful fuck out face, grabbing your hips to make sure you couldn’t scape him when he shot all his load deep inside you 

Notes: ANDDDDD this is something new for me, it's really frustrating to write a shy reader so I have to ut a lot of Lee in there.

ANDDDDD I also gave you a sneak peak into Stephen's reader... the puppy

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[potatothots]

Cherry Flavored Candy

Genre: Horror, Thriller

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader/OC

Word Count: 3.4k

Edited by myself. Potatos are good at that...

Warnings: death (major and non-major characters), sex, humiliation, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, torture, blood, non-con, misogynism, sexism, bad backwards/hillbilly "Southern'' speech (I know how it sounds, I grew up with it, but it’s funny to write it)

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 

[1]I like mythology. I also like making up my own.

She was pretty, in a natural way. Her hair looked like satin in the sunlight when she moved. It hung well past her shoulders. Every time he saw it braided he wanted to wrap it around his fist and use it as a leash. 

The town was small and backward. The weather is hot like the steam from a boiling pot. Lee traversed the aisles of the only grocers in town. It was a shit store: only the basic necessities like milk, butter, and bread. Maybe some vanilla ice cream if the freezers were working. His clothes were uncomfortable from the lack of a functioning air conditioner. Yet, he kept up a smile and nod as he passed people by and pretended to care about what he put in his basket. 

He wouldn’t eat it. He never did, unless it was candy. The food would end up spoiled in his trash and be taken away by the garbage pickup every Wednesday. Things like him needed other forms of nourishment - Lee’s favorite was lust and fear. Submission and acceptance. It was sweet like the candies he indulged in.

He kept his eyes on her while she rang up customers and chatted away. She was always smiling, and always had something nice to say. As saccharine as the cherry-flavored hard candy he was currently sucking on. His tongue fondled the sweet when he heard her laugh. He wanted to take her, her hair in his fist, and fuck her until she cried. Until she bled and came all over him. Until she gave herself to him and he could take every last bit of it. Lee wanted to be the only one she spoke to.

It had been half a year since he started watching her. He remembered the taste of her tears on the wind clear as day. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend. Something about him wanting to take their relationship further and her unsure if he was the one. Lee had heard them outside the church that Sunday. They might have been too quiet for the town to hear, but his ears picked up the sounds of her sobs clear as day. 

There was something profoundly satisfying about breaking hearts in the Lord’s house.

Lee made his way to the checkout. She was the only cashier, but the store had cleared out some by now. The smile she gave him made him smile. The time to take her was drawing near. 

“Hi, Sheriff Bodecker. How’re ya doin’ today?” she asks in her syrupy voice.

“Mighty fine, sweetheart,” Lee gave her his curated award-winning smile. One he used to win office and used to lure pure little things like her down his path. “But, I��ll tell you what,” he leaned closer to her, “Can’t wait for sundown. Need a reprieve from this heat.” 

She giggled at his comment and overly dramatic stage whisper. “Me and my friends were goin’ out to the creek this afternoon.”

“Oh really?” His eyebrow raised with the inquiry. “The one down past the cafe?”

She nodded, carefully placing his items into bags. 

“You know, as a boy, I used to hang out there on hot summer nights. A bunch o’us used to skinny dip.”

Her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed bright red. She looked up at him, guilt painted across her face like her bright, cherry red lipstick painted her lips. 

Lee chuckled. “Y’all ain’t the first ones to enjoy one of life’s simpler pleasures.”

“I…we-um…” Her little hands rushed to bag the rest of his groceries. 

He could see her nervously glance up at him through her lashes. The gears were churning in her head. The images must have been sinful with the way her blush seemed to burn itself onto her skin. He’d never seen her count money so fast for a sale. 

“Just be safe.” He purposely touched her hand when he took his bags. He could just feel her pulse, smell how dirty the thoughts in her head were. 

Lee gave her a wink before he left the store. Throwing his bags into the passenger’s seat, he groaned. He could see her stumbling through her next transaction through the large window. He had done so well with keeping himself in check. 

He started his patrol car and drove back to his house on the outskirts of town. Once inside, he threw the food - bags and all - into the refrigerator. Lee hurried up the stairs that led to his bathroom so he could shower. In the absence of any prying eyes, he took care of his throbbing member. He didn’t even have time to think of her. As soon as he started to fuck his hand he seemed to cum. A low growl left his throat as he pumped himself harshly. The hand not on his dick held him up as his spent splashed against the tiled wall and onto the floor below. 

Breathing heavily, he watched his cum mix with water and swirl down the drain. He blinked a few times to calm himself down. Lee was so close. He was itching in his skin to take her and get his fill. None of the whores he picked up could do more than sate his thirst - it was like trying to get drunk off non-alcoholic beer. He’d get hydrated, but that sugary bliss he craved was nowhere to be found. 

“Tonight, Lee. Tonight.” He mumbled to himself as he started to wash under the icy spray. 

—

The moon was beautiful where she sat high in the sky. A goddess’ pregnant belly exposed for the world to see. Lee looked up at her. He could feel her shining down on him. Even though the weather was no cooler than it had been during the day, the night brought an uneasy peace with it in the woods around town. Kids feared the dark, teenagers laughed at it, and parents thought they knew the dangers. Lee knew, from his thousands of years on this earth, that only the children and those with the gift knew the truth: Monsters are real. The shadows that slither through the trees and the branches that sway and creak in the wind are all signs that the dangers lurked. 

Lee was so horny it was pitiful. But, he had to time it right. Everything had to be perfect. Sacrifices were only useful if done correctly. 

He sat back on his haunches. The group of teenagers at the creek were all making too much noise to hear him, yet he gritted his teeth and was as quiet as possible. 

Changing was like being flayed over hot coals while alive. Lee grabbed onto his head with his clawed hands. With every breath, his head would pound. It, him, the real him was clawing its way out. Bones broke, skin stretched, and muscles moved into awkward positions as his body reorganized itself into his alternate form: a giant cougar with eyes a lustful blue and dark fur.

—

He paced around her warm body. His quiet steps leave heavy, feline-padded footprints around her body. A tiny gust of humid air stirs the sharp scent of fresh blood. His tongue darts out, tasting it and the remains of the hunt on his muzzle. The blood was syrupy sweet. A mixture of fear and pain with a hint of coppery tang.

It had been easy to take out the teenagers. Naked and playing in a muddy creek was only half of their disadvantage. Lee was a predator of the highest caliber, especially in his feline form. Cougar attacks were rare in reality, but he loved to fuck with towns until they believed there was a rogue mountain lion stalking them just out of their field of view. 

The town of Fuckin’twits was no different. After two “attacks” he’d found an unlucky drifter to turn into a lesser of his kind and blame him. Lee was able to keep the man in his panther form until the deceased body was disposed of. It took more energy than he wanted to expend, yet it was worth it. Lee was a hero. He also was able to gain followers. Everyone wants a slice of the power of an Old God once they see it. They’ll give everything up for it, too.

A groan caught his attention. His shimmering eyes, inky like the midnight sky, glanced over at the girl’s tiny form. She was regaining consciousness. 

“What?” She croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. 

He was sure her lungs had to be burning with the amount of water and debris she’d been wrestled into. The shy, timid nature she put forth on a daily basis was a lie. Lee knew it. His little sweet was a fighter. He’d watch from a distance as she fought off her ex-boyfriend plenty of times when he wanted to take advantage of her. He’d seen her break an upper-classman’s nose with a single punch because he made a sexual comment to one of her friends at the diner. 

Lee settled into a sit while she tried to orientate herself. He’d dragged her miles away from the town. The spot he usually used for sacrifices wouldn’t be good enough for this one. The six months he’d been watching her he’d also spent making a private altar for this. 

“I…” her ragged voice caught in her throat when she saw him.

His head tilted as he inspected her. Her eyes, an always-open window to her soul, widened nearly comically. Her scrapped cheeks twitched like she was wanting to scream.

But, she didn’t. Lee was impressed. Even when he moved back to all fours and sauntered over to her, keenly aware of the blood still on his body, she didn’t scream. All that left her lips was a whimper. A tear followed. The smell of her confusion and distress leaked out from every pore of her body. 

As he got closer she moved back. He growled in warning. Her hands flew up in an attempt to pacify this large beast in front of her, but she was still scooting away. He couldn’t have that. His ears flattened against his head and he let out a louder growl. This time she screamed. It was high-pitched and too shrill for his sensitive ears. It felt like she was ripping a jagged tear in the air around him. 

He pounced, quickly knocking her petite body over with his massive form. Even human, Lee stood six feet and carried his bulk like any man with a hearty appetite for the finer things in life. She punched and kicked under him. His giant paws swatted at her, leaving more damage to her skin than she could ever do to him. The struggle between them finished when he latched onto the soft skin of her neck with his teeth. She stiffened, immediately going quiet except for a few sniffles and hagged breaths. 

He kept his hold on her tight enough to keep her compliant with a threat of death. His front paws rested against her shoulders. The very tips of his claws digging into her skin. The rest of him relaxed until he was laying almost all his weight on her. She tried to move again, but as soon as he flexed his jaw she stopped. The feel of her under him made his mind swirl with lust. He could easily take her now, in this form. He’d done it to other women in the past.

The tingling rays of power coming from the moon’s light reminded him of his mission. With a huff, he let go of her throat so he could lean back on his haunches. He needed to give himself room to change back into his human form. 

Pain shot through him for the second time that night. As he felt his body realigning he kept his eyes locked on hers. She was silent while she watched. The look on her face reminded him of the looks people give when seeing a nasty car wreck. Can’t look away, can’t school the disbelief and absolute curiosity off the face behind a fake mask. 

“S-sheriff?” she stuttered. “What’s going on? What are you?”

Her voice was so weak. He watched her naked body shake like the last leaf on a dead tree. The leaf knew what was coming, but it held on until the last bit of life withered up and died inside. He wondered if she knew what was going to happen. There was no acceptance in her eyes nor her scent, only a tremble not brought on by any cold on this sweltering night. 

Lee stretched. He could feel joints popping back into place as he did so. 

“I’m whatever ya want me t’be, honey,” he whispered, giving her a half-smile. “Be quiet and I promise it won’t hurt too much.”

He was achingly hard. She kept looking down at his crotch then back up at his face. 

She gulped. “I don’t want this.”

A laugh bubbled up from his chest. “Of course, ya don’t. Ya not supposed ta’.” He licked at his still sharp teeth. “Even a sinner would wish he stayed on the right path when crossed with this, even if that path is wrong.”

“What’re ya gonna do t’me?” As she spoke her hands curled around herself in an attempt to cover herself up. 

“Sweetheart, I’mma kill ya. I got a whole altar around ya for ya sacrifice.” He motioned to the simple circle he’d drawn out in the dirt around them. 

“No!”

As soon as the words left his mouth she jumped up. He let her take a few steps just to get that adrenaline up. Make her feel like she had a chance. On her fourth step, he pounced, slamming her to the ground. She made a pig-like squealing noise as she, once again, tried to fight back. Frustrated, Lee wrestled her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She kicked and screamed, forcing him to push all his weight against her. The feel of her sweaty, dirty skin against his own made him shiver. He rutted against her. His cock, dripping with precum, was slick and slid between them.  

Only, he couldn’t get any peace to finish with her insistent shrieking. His mouth found her throat and he bit down. He could feel her swallow, but otherwise, she refused to stay quiet. After warning her too many times already, he bit down. Hard. Blood rushed over his teeth. He was careful to not damage anything crucial, but her windpipe had to go. He let his teeth pierce it, almost completely crushing it with his bite. 

Her body froze. She took quick, panicked breaths. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry. Her eyes darted around before closing, forcing tears down her cheeks. Lee waited and watched as she settled down. His sweet, sweet girl was slowly losing her want to fight. Her need to survive was kicking in. He bumped his nose to hers. She looked at him. Her eyes were still bright - brighter in their wetness and shining in the moonlight. Yet, through the candy-flavored terror that flowed through her veins, he could still smell the sour taint of unacceptance. 

“You’ll learn t’bow down and praise me as every woman should do for her man. It ain’t that hard. I don’t even have ta break ya like a horse. You’ll do it naturally.” 

She made a noise, somewhere between a gurgle and a grunt. Her eyebrows furrowed together. Lee smirked, bumping her nose with his again. 

“Don’t cha worry. Killin’s first. Well…” he trailed off and rubbed himself against her. “Fuckin’, then killin’.” 

The confused expression didn’t leave her quickly paling face. 

“You’ll see.” 

Lee tucked his head in the crook of her shoulder. Whispering words in a language lost to time, he let the spell take hold. Her skin started to mend itself together. It was like frayed ends of fiber retwisting themselves together. He lapped at the blood that had bled out, making quick work of cleaning the skin he could reach while staying on top of her. 

Taking a look at the sky, he smiled at the moon. She smiled back. 

He turned his attention to the cherry-scented sweet under him. She was watching him closely, suspicion drawn all over her face. He’d healed her, but her windpipe was never going to work. The way she kept swallowing as if she’d feel something different, told him she knew it, too. He just smiled. 

Letting go of her wrists, his smile grew when she simply let them fall to her sides. He grabbed her thighs, adjusting them both so he could hold her down. Lee lined himself up and pushed his cock inside her cunt. He knew she was a virgin, but she was painfully tight around him. His human body was overly endowed, to show off what he could give to his lover. He didn’t think he’d ever get anything like this again. 

He looked up at her while she let out high-pitched whimpers. She could make little noises, but there was no more of her wretched screaming. This is how it should be. Seen, not heard.

He fucked into her like an animal in heat. He’d waited so long. Now, she was under him and taking his cock as a good woman should. Accepting the pain with the pleasure. 

She closed her eyes tightly. Her hands dug into the dirt. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, followed by a simple command spell. 

Her eyes shot open and found his immediately. They were glazed and heavy-lidded. If she was fighting how she felt with his cock so far inside her, her body wasn’t listening. She was keening, whimpering, tilting her hips towards him, and letting out little moans. 

Lee looked down between them. Red mixed with their slick painted the skin between them. The noises of him fucking her were the only sounds he could hear. This was bliss. 

He pushed her thighs close to her body. Lee leaned his weight forward to push himself deeper into her. She let out a muffled cry. He sped up. 

“Let go, sweetheart. It won’t be your last, but I promise on my heart they’ll be so much better next time.”

She bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head. He could do a lot with his magic, but no one could fully force a human to succumb to their passions. Lee had many tricks, however. He threw her legs over his shoulder, bending her small frame further. He grabbed her neck with one hand and held her tightly. 

Her eyes went wide and she panicked. She kept trying to suck breaths in. Her tiny hands even went to his wrist at her throat and clawed at it. The more she fought the more her body seemed to strangle his dick. He tightened his hold until he felt her thighs start to quiver. As soon as he let go of her neck she came with a wordless cry. Her fingers tightened around his wrist. She fucked herself against him, drawing out her pleasure. 

“Look at you. Your first fuck and your body already knows what it wants.” 

She shivered at his words. The act caused her to clench her pussy around him. Lee laughed and she frowned. He dipped one of his fingers in the wetness running down her taint. With scratching motions, he wrote symbols with it up the back of her leg. He didn’t need to look at it to know if it was correct. The moment the moonlight hit them they instantly dried.

“Accept it,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s easier this way.”

Lee slapped the painted skin and she yelped. Her head shook from side to side. She was almost growling with anger now. Lee let out a hearty laugh. Every time she tried to close her eyes to get away from his image, they opened to find his again. He alternated squeezing her throat and letting go. Her pussy walls constricted and pulsed around him. 

It was finally too much for him. Lee reached between them and rubbed her clit. When he released her throat she came again. His own ripped through him like he’d been struck by lightning. The muscles in his body tightened. A wave of nearly blackout pleasure washed over him, clouding his brain. He cursed in every language he knew as he spilled into her. 

As soon as he felt like his body was empty he pulled out of her and snapped her neck.

#dark lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x ofc #what are you AU #potatopotates #dark!lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut

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Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part One

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

Story Masterlist Part 2

You were rinsing the dinner plates and scrubbing the pots and pans when your husband came up behind you in the kitchen. You were humming to yourself like you often did during your chores, a little song to break up the monotony of your tedious duties.

Lee said nothing. He just quietly placed the crumpled piece of paper down next to the sink, pushing it across the counter by your elbow.

When you saw what it was your stomach sank so quickly you thought you might be sick. You felt your knees buckle as panic moved its way up your body, seemingly collapsing each of your muscles.

“Found this in the bedroom” he said quietly. You couldn’t read his tone which was always scarier, he was always more manageable when you could actually hear the anger in his voice.

You peered over at it intently as if you’d just seen it for the first time. “Huh” you uttered. “What’s that, baby?” Cutesy nicknames often helped appease him.

You knew feigning innocence would only get you so far, but you had to try.

“I was thinkin’ you could tell me” muttered Lee.

You carried on washing the dishes as if this was all no big deal, too nervous to turn around and face him.

“Sorry honeybun, nothing I’ve seen before” you said casually. “Maybe it fell out of one of my library books? People use all sorts of things for bookmarks”. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your breathing quicken, but of course he had.

“Maybe check it again” Lee said stonily. He held it in front of your face and you gingerly took it from him.

The paper was scrawled with chicken scratch handwriting. It looked like it had been written with blunt charcoal. It was actually an eyeliner pencil. You knew that, of course. You read it for the thousandth or so time since you’d received it. It was silly of you to keep it. You knew that then and you knew that now. But you thought you’d hidden it well enough. It was the only thing you owned which gave you joy. You treasured it, like a magpie guarding a precious piece of silver in its nest.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

“Sounds like someone has a sweetheart” you muttered, placing it back on the counter. “Shame it never found its way to the intended recipient I guess”.

Sweat dripped down your forehead as Lee hummed thoughtfully. You intently scrubbed at a stubborn patch of grease baked onto the pan.

“You know what’s funny?” Lee said as he placed a firm hand on your waist. “Your Heart Belongs To Me…ain’t that your favourite Supremes song?”

You gulped, going rigid in his grasp. “I-it is” you mumbled.

Lee chuckled. “A good husband knows his wife’s favourite song. I remember how much you used to play that one” he mused.

“Yes. When I had my record player, at least” you whispered tightly.

You froze as he continued his interrogation routine on you. He didn’t get to be Sheriff on luck alone.

“And ‘H’” he said thoughtfully, taking the time to enunciate the letter carefully. “I’ve been rackin’ my brains wondering who ‘H’ could be. Any ideas, sugar?” he asked, his grip on your waist tightening as his free hand joined the other side of you.

It was Harry, of course.

You knew that. Lee knew that.

Harry.

**

Harry had worked for you and Lee for a few weeks at the height of summer, building a shed in the yard and taking on a few odd jobs around the house as a handyman. Lee was too busy at the station of course, working long hours as he protected the town and did his duty. Many of those long hours were also spent in the company of prostitutes, or staring down a bottle of whisky in some seedy bar. He rarely tried to cover his tracks nowadays so you knew all about it. You saw the lipstick marks on his shirts in the laundry. Found that unfamiliar pair of discarded panties underneath the passenger seat of his cruiser (which you purposefully left on the dash so he knew you’d seen them). Smelt the liquor on his breath as he stumbled into bed with you countless hours after his shift had ended. Regardless, he had no such time to build sheds or put up shelves, so Harry was hired.

Harry, twenty one years old, fresh faced and beautiful. He seemed impossibly young to you, a living reminder of your lost youth – even though there wasn’t really that much difference in your ages, in the big scheme of things. His body was perfectly chiselled from years spent working with his hands outside, wide arms and broad shoulders, sturdy thighs and calloused fingers. Sometimes when you snuck glances at him as he worked - you’d catch him wiping his brow with his t-shirt, his exposed stomach like a washboard. He even had that prominent ‘V’ muscle creeping down to his crotch. You’d only ever seen pictures of that in the magazines. Nobody else in Knockemstiff looked like Harry. As he ran his fingers absent-mindedly through his long chestnut hair, you’d often feel your breath hitch and a tingle between your legs, suddenly thinking the type of thoughts that betrayed your marriage vows.

It started innocently enough. Mrs Bodecker, the Sheriff’s wife, is known for nothing if not being a good host. You’d bring him lemonade and home baked muffins, make him lunch, bring him wet towels to cool down with when the baking summer sun was too stifling. He was always so grateful, so appreciative. He’d tell you how good everything tasted and be openly in awe of your housekeeping skills. The most you got from Lee these days was a grunt, or he’d moan that he wanted porkchops when you made him lamb.

It was nice to have someone to talk to during the day. You were alone in the house by yourself most of the time, and your chores only kept you so busy. Harry would chat with you, ask you questions about yourself as he ate lunch and you cleaned the stove. He always seemed genuinely interested in your answers, remembering the details and referring to them again in later conversations. His attention was intoxicating, it made you feel special and important – as if maybe there was more to you than just being a homemaker and the Sheriff’s dutiful wife.

Your routine was that you’d put on your records as you cleaned, cooked, sewed and organised. Everything from The Supremes to The Stones, music brought you intense joy and brightened your days. Lee often called most of it a racket but you didn’t care. When he was out you’d shimmy up the stairs to the Four Seasons, scrub the bathroom tiles to The Monkees and dress your salads to Aretha. You’d dance by yourself, bouncing from room to room as you swayed to the music and tapped your feet. It was the only time you felt truly free, unencumbered by the dreariness of your day to day.

You’d tone it down when Harry was around of course, not wanting him to catch your embarrassing displays of frivolity. You’d sway to the songs, hum along gently, but reserved the real dancing for when you were alone.

Then one day you forgot yourself, getting caught up listening to Shout by the Isley Brothers. You just got carried away, twirling in the living room with your eyes closed and shaking your hips, leaping onto the couch and throwing your arms up with wild abandon. Completely unselfconscious and liberated.

You gasped when you saw Harry leaning against the doorframe, his gorgeous grin lighting up his face. You had blushed crimson as you stopped the record, ashamed to be caught in your private moment. But Harry had told you how much he liked it, he asked if he could join in. You awkwardly put the song back on and he began to dance too. You felt self-conscious at first but he took your hand and spun you around. His playful energy was so infectious you couldn’t help but relax and begin to enjoy it. Lee hated dancing and never indulged you apart from an occasional half-hearted slow dance sway at weddings. Dancing with a man who wanted to dance with you, who actually enjoyed dancing, was dizzying, particularly such a handsome man who had his pick of the girls in town.

After that, you and Harry danced every day. You’d take turns picking a record and would bop around the living room together laughing and twirling, he’d dip you and spin you around. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t feel guilt – it was just dancing after all, nothing more. Besides, Lee was up to much worse, so what did a little dancing hurt?

Lee was becoming harder to live with. He’d stopped having sex with you, just occasionally demanding a hand or blow job when he’d stumbled in from the bar, swaying with drunkenness – sometimes running to the bathroom to vomit afterwards. He never serviced your own needs, never even kissed you. Once night you tried to seduce him with his favourite dinner and a slinky teddy nightdress, nibbling on his earlobe on the couch – but he merely waved you away and told you he was watching TV. You don’t think he’d even have noticed if you’d been nude.

You’d resorted to touching yourself alone in bed on the nights he was out, thinking about dancing in Harry’s strong arms and picturing his deep blue eyes as you bucked wildly against your hand, your face pressed to the pillow to muffle your cries. You’d been married for nearly seven years now, and this wasn’t how you pictured your life.

One particularly stifling afternoon you’d put on Your Heart Belongs To Me for Harry and had slow danced with him in the kitchen, his hands gently clasping your hips as you swayed in time together. You’d looked up into his beautiful, welcoming sea blue eyes and he smiled back at you so warmly that your heart skipped a beat. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes as his hands caressed your back and you thought about another life, another you, with Harry. He would love you and you him. And all would be fine.

“The Sheriff is so lucky to have you” he had whispered, and your eyes filled with tears because Lee would never think such a thing.

“When I get married, if my wife is anythin’ like you I’ll be a happy man” he said softly. “Beautiful..kind…fun…the best cook in the state” he laughed.

You looked back at him, unsure of what to say, just basking in his kind words. Inhaling them like much needed oxygen, your heart stinging as you realised you hadn’t heard anything like that from a man in so many years.

“This is my favourite song” you whispered.

Harry smiled again. “I think it’s mine too now”.

He gently lifted a finger under your chin and raised your lips to his, your skin buzzed with electricity as he kissed you so tenderly you thought your legs might give out. Every nerve ending in your body felt alight in that moment, as if someone had flicked a long neglected switch somewhere in your brain and you suddenly came back to life.

But you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry” you said gently as you broke away. You gestured to your wedding ring and Harry just smiled apologetically, kissing you chastely on the cheek as he went back to work out in the yard. It all happened so quickly you briefly wondered if it had just been your imagination.

As much as you wanted it so desperately, you had taken marriage vows. Yes, your husband wasn’t exactly keeping up his end of the bargain but that didn’t mean you had to stoop to his level. Besides, you had been happy together once. When you were young and carefree, and Lee had been a fresh faced deputy ready to fight crime and make the town a better place. You’d had no money but that was alright, going at it in the backseat of his car and spending hours at the creek just holding hands and talking about your hopes and dreams. Pooling your pennies to buy a cheeseburger for a late breakfast and splitting it down the middle, both vowing you’d go out for fancy steak dinners and champagne once you were married and he was making more money.

But climbing the ladder in the force hardened Lee, exposing him to so much violence and corruption it just became his day to day. He drank more and more to deal with the stress and his temper that had always been on the edges of your relationship moved closer and closer to the centre. You knew he resented you even though you didn’t fully understand why, perhaps because your days consisted of cleaning products and chopping vegetables safe at home, and you couldn’t begin to grasp how his world worked anymore.

That evening you made him a nice dinner and decided to make another effort to really try and bond with him. You knew it was probably out of guilt after Harry’s stolen kiss, but if it brought you two closer together then that was only a good thing.

But he didn’t come home of course, and you called the station but he’d already left and they couldn’t tell you where he was (a lie, you knew they always covered for each other with the wives). So his dinner went in the trash and you padded off to bed alone like you so often did. A crash woke you at 2am and you went downstairs to find Lee on the floor of the living room barely able to stand. You pulled him to his feet, seething, as he then collapsed into the wall knocking your beloved record player flying – you could only watch in horror as you heard it crack when it hit the hard marble of the fireplace.

It was ruined of course, beyond fixing. You sat on the floor clutching it in tears as Lee stumbled onto the couch, cursing at the wreckage and promptly passing out.

The next morning you stonily made him breakfast as he nursed a killer hangover and you were giving him the silent treatment over the incident. He knew you were upset as he was sweet as pie, which he only ever was when he felt guilty. The overenthusiastic niceness about the bacon and excessive compliments on your hair did nothing but rile you up further until you told him simply that you just wanted him to replace the record player rather than play out this ridiculous charade. He shifted in his seat and mumbled something about saving money and you finally lost it with him.

“That record player is the only thing in this house that I truly love and you DESTROYED it” you screamed. “You NEED to replace it”.

“I don’t NEED to do anythin’ with the money I bring home” he spat. “I feed ya, clothe ya, set you up pretty comfortably don’t I?? You don’t get to dictate what I do with my pay check”.

You had been furious, vibrating with rage, gripping the sink as your contempt for him flowed through your body.

“Maybe you’d have a bit more to spare if you didn’t spend so much on whiskey and whores” you had growled at him.

He stared at you in silence, his face clouded with anger. His blue eyes were so piercing that you feared they’d tear holes into your flesh. But then he merely chuckled, as if you’d said the silliest thing in the world. He went back to eating as if you weren’t even there.

“Lee, please” you reasoned, softening as you realised you needed to change tact. “I love my records. They make me so happy” you crossed the kitchen towards him, standing next to his chair and taking his hand. “Please, can we just get a new one. It’s the only thing I want, nothin’ else” you pleaded.

Lee groaned. You could see he was relenting, but not enough. The whores comment had probably stuck in his craw.

“Sorry sweetness, can’t do it right now. Maybe after a few more paychecks. I really didn’t mean to break it, I am sorry”.

He got up and kissed you on the cheek as he went to leave for work.

You waited until he’d left and then sobbed quietly at the kitchen table, your world suddenly much greyer and smaller this morning.

Harry had arrived as usual but kept himself to himself, clearly giving you space after the kiss. It was his final day working for the Bodeckers as he’d finally worked through the long list of jobs Lee set out for him. You busied yourself with your chores but it was all a lot harder without your music. You suddenly realised you couldn’t carry on like this. You’d finally had enough. Taking away your dancing was the last straw.

You brought Harry’s lunch out to him and a pitcher of sweet tea. He was as attentive and kind as ever, and your heart swelled merely be being in his presence. You knew it was now or never.

“I have your last pay from Lee and I’ll give it you when you finish up this afternoon”.

He smiled. “Thanks Mrs. B. I’ve enjoyed working here a lot. Thanks again for all your kind hospitality”.

You both looked at each other intensely, glimpses of sadness between you and it was clear neither wanted it to end.

“Harry” you said quietly, checking that no neighbours were nearby. “Would you take me somewhere tonight?”

Harry swallowed, studying you carefully as his eyes narrowed. “Uh yeah of course – but er what about-”

“He’ll be out all night” you cut him off. “Fridays are poker nights with the boys. I’ll be lucky to see him before midnight”.

Harry nodded “Alright. I’ll pick you up at eight, then”. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at you, and everything seemed a little bit more bearable.

“Okay. But I’ll meet you out at the dirt road so nobody sees us” you whispered.

He smiled back at you. “It’s a date”.

You grinned fiendishly, nodding and running back to the kitchen. The rest of the day went by in a blur, you were giddy with excitement, feeling those same butterflies you did in your teens when you first started going with Lee.

At the end of the afternoon you gave Harry his final pay as he bid you farewell and you thanked him for all his hard work. You both smiled knowingly as he walked out to his truck for the final time, co-conspirators in your private secret. You then ran the clock down until eight and finally jogged out to the dirt road. Nobody saw you, and even if they did, your neighbours knew you sometimes liked an evening stroll.

You heart pounded in your chest as you stepped into Harry’s truck and he greeted you with a sloppy kiss. You kissed him back firmly, his tongue finding yours and suddenly your fingers were through his thick hair. You didn’t even think of Lee. You just leaned into the kiss and climbed onto Harry’s lap, holding him so tightly that you might never let him go. He moaned softly against you and it was the most wonderful sound you’d heard in years. He pulled away and beamed at you, gently moving you back to your seat and he drove. He drove and drove. Far out of town and from prying eyes. You rolled the window down and felt the summer breeze whip through your hair as the truck sped through the night. You were free for a moment. Free from Lee. Free from the house. Just existing under the night sky.

Harry finally pulled over at the edge of an abandoned quarry and you just sat listening to his car radio, hands gently clasped across the seats. He brought out a liquor bottle and you shared it between you, grinning as the alcohol warmed your bellies and ran languidly through your veins. He lit up a joint and you both took puffs, you coughing weakly as you hadn’t smoked pot in years. You felt a quick thrill, the Sheriff’s wife doing drugs in the car of a young man who wasn’t her husband. You giggled as your felt your mind cloud and the substances take hold.

“I’m so glad you’re here” said Harry, as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Me too” you replied as your hands caressed his broad chest. “I wish I could stay in this moment forever”.

He nodded silently and your bodies melted into one another.

Before you knew it, Harry was lifting up your dress in the flatbed of the truck, his prickly stubble rubbing against the softness of your thighs as his lips found your core. You had gasped as his tongue worked their way into your folds, exploring every inch of you as you writhed and gyrated against him – putty in his hands. He curled a finger inside, then another, as your walls pulsed around him and you cried out into the night, your hands tight fists and your teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip. Your climax was overwhelming, a thousand explosions all happening at once as you shattered into a million pieces. Your mind was fuzzy from the drink, and the weed, and the adrenaline of this moment. Your eyes filled with tears, it was just all too much – your body had being crying out for touch, crying out for release, starved of affection and desperate for warmth for so long.

Harry wiped your eyes with his thumb and kissed you softly as he finally took you under the night sky, thrusting into you with ferocity but never roughly or crassly. You felt him entirely as you hitched your legs around his waist and allowed him to sweep you away with butterfly kisses from your breasts and up to your forehead. The stars shone brightly above as the glow of the moonlight bounced off of your skin.

Itchycoo Park by Small Faces was quietly playing on the car radio, the song echoing around the truck bed, the music filling in the gaps between your collective whimpers and moans -

“It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful”

And it was.

You both climaxed together, Harry’s hips shuddering against yours as he filled you to the brim with his spend. You weren’t on birth control but you didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment – being with him – feeling the warmth between your legs. You both lay in each other’s arms panting as you came down from the high of your orgasm, just watching the stars and enjoying the weight of one another’s bodies.

The hours slipped away and you headed home. Your heart was heavy that it was over, but you were overjoyed it had even happened. You would remember this night forever, it would be your lighthouse in the choppy sea. You could go back to it in your mind anytime you wanted. Your soul had been nourished. Your heart fed.

As you finally pulled up a few streets away from your house you checked your make-up in the mirror, it was silly really as you were only going to bed – but it was a habit, and it gave you a bit longer with Harry. He watched you attentively as you applied a bit more lipstick and carefully smoothed your hair.

“I’m movin’ to the city tomorrow” he whispered.

His words cut through you like a knife, the thought of never seeing him again chilled you. But it was probably for the best.

“Oh that’s great” you told him softly as you cupped his cheek, running a finger along his lips. “What an adventure”.

“Mm. Gonna get a good job. Start a new life”. He looked at you sadly.

“That sounds wonderful. You’ll do great things” you whispered, trying to restrain the tears from falling.

“Come with me” he said sombrely, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed softly, your hand clasping the back of his neck. “Oh sweetheart, I’d love to. But you know I can’t”.

“Why not?” he asked, his tone earnest and his eyes wide. “We can get an apartment together. Dance in the living room every day. I can…make you happy”.

The tears began to fall then, and you let them. For a moment you considered it – you could pack a case now and sneak out early in the morning before Lee even woke up. There was some cash stashed in the cookie jar in the kitchen cupboard, you could take that. Get a job out there, maybe wait tables or learn to type. Live with Harry and start a new life. Every fibre of your being told you to go.

But you couldn’t.

“You’ve got your whole life to live, sweetie” you told him kindly. “Go out there and live it, please. For me. You can’t have anyone holding you back”.

He smiled, his eyes watery with tears. He knew you were right.

He pulled a dog eared receipt from the floor of his truck and helped himself to the eyeliner pencil from your purse. He scribbled on the back of the receipt, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrated on the words. He handed it to you silently.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

You gasped as you read it, holding it tightly to your chest.

“Thank-you, Harry. I will never forget you”.

He kissed you one last time, a delicate lingering kiss as his fingers stroked your cheek.

“I’ll think of you every time I hear that song”.

“Goodbye, Harry”.

You shared one final look, smiling warmly at one another – so much unspoken between you both, yet everything crystal clear.

And with that you stepped out into the night. It was too hard to look back, so you marched back to your house with your eyes forward, the tears falling. You clutched the note tightly in your hand as you unlocked the front door.

Lee was still out, of course. Oblivious to all that had taken place. You hid the note deep in your dresser, under piles of tangled necklaces and odd earrings which had long lost their partner but you didn’t want to throw out – ever optimistic the other would return. You got into bed and cried yourself to sleep.

That was months ago now. You’d sleepwalked through your life since, your domestic tasks much more gruelling with the absence of your records, your days quieter without Harry for company, your spirit duller now you could no longer dance. If Lee had noticed any change in you then he hadn’t shared it. The whiskey fuelled late nights continued, an endless cycle stumbling into bed in the early hours. Tedious small talk was all that you shared.

You thought about Harry each night, the feeling of his strong arms around you – the softness of his pillowy lips against your collarbone, the groans he made when he felt you wrapped around him. You’d read the note often, clutching it to your body as if you’d somehow be able to feel him through his words.

“It’s all too beautiful

It’s all too beautiful”.

All until now, when Lee had discovered your little secret.

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POSTING TONIGHT 💗

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

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After Arvin’s empty threat you didn’t leave the house for 3 days in fear you would run into him. Lee had to coax you out of your room like you were a scared dog he was trying to rescue that he found on the side of the road. 

“Dove, you have to go out at some point,” Lee sighed. “Lenora has been askin’ about you. What am I goin’ to tell her?” 

You looked off to the wall as you tried to come up with an excuse. “You could tell her I’m still sad about my mama.” 

Lee placed his hands on his hips as he shook his head. “Are you still sad about that?” He sincerely asked. “You don’t really talk about it.” 

“There isn’t much to talk about. She left and that’s that,” You shrugged. 

“Don’t you miss her?” He questioned. “At least a little bit?” 

You chewed on your lip as you thought about his question. “I do,” You said after a period of pure silence. “I miss the idea of the kind of mother I wanted. I’m grieving something I never once had.” 

“Dove…” 

“I was such an idiot,” You laughed through your nose as tears collected in your eyes. “Everytime she would give me a small hug or even a smile I would automatically forgive her, thinking she wasn’t the bad guy I made her out to be. The guilt would eat me up each time and I would think I was the bad guy. But then the cycle would repeat and in the end I would never learn my lesson.” 

“I’m really sorry Dove.” Lee’s hands went straight to your hips and rubbed soothing circles on them, his favorite way of comforting you. Your hands wrapped his neck and you pulled him for a short simple kiss. 

“S’okay,” You quipped. “I’m just a bit scared I’ll turn out like her when I have children.” 

“You’ll be a great mother Dove,” Lee assured you. “Our children will absolutely adore you. I’m sure of it.” 

“Our children?” You asked with a dopey smile. “You want children with me?” 

“Who else would you have children with?” He playfully asked. “You plannin’ on leaving me?” 

You instantly shook your head, “No ‘course not.” After a few seconds of silence you spoke again, “But do you really think of havin’ kids with me?” 

“That's all I ever think about Dove. I just imagine you all big and swollen with my baby,” He said while rubbing your stomach. “Barely able to walk and you have to ask me for help. You have no idea how much I want it.” 

“And how many does Sheriff Bodecker want?” You asked, your hands fixing his tie. 

“As many as you want to have,” He answered. “You want 3? I’ll give you 3.” 

“Fine but I want a bigger house,” You started. 

“Done.” 

“And a big yard for the kids to play in-” 

“Done.” 

You bit on your lip to contain the smile that was bursting at the seams, “I also want a nice flower garden-” 

“Already in the making Dove. Anything else?” 

“I want you to be there by my side as my loving husband.” 

Now it was Lee’s turn to contain his smile. He placed his chin on top of your head and wanted nothing more than to stay in that exact moment until God decided his time on earth was up. “Then I’ll be just that Dove, a husband devoted to his loving wife.” 

You went to pull away from his grip, Lee growled and encased you tighter against him. “Lee you have work, can’t be runnin’ late.” You mumbled against his work shirt. 

After a couple seconds his grip loosened but still remained around your body, “You’re right. Fine I’ll let go.” He dropped his arms and proceeded to walk to the door. “Dove, I really want you to try and go out, we really need groceries.” 

You followed right behind him towards the door, “I’ll try.” 

Before he left the door, he kissed your forehead lovingly like he always does before leaving work. “Arvin won’t do a thing to you, I promise.” 

After Lee left you headed towards the fridge. When you opened it you did indeed need 

groceries. There was barely any food and all that was left was yogurt that was 3 days past its expiration date, a couple of eggs and the half eaten banana. 

You mustered up all your courage and left the house. Good thing the grocery store was only a 5 minute walk. When you arrived at the grocery store you unfolded your grocery list and began to shop. 

“There you are!” Lenora exclaimed, pointing her finger at you. 

Startled, you jumped like a cat and clutched your list close to your chest. When you saw Lenora your body relaxed. “Jeez Lenora, you scared the crap outta me. You ain’t gotta yell.” 

“Well I ain’t apologizing,” She said. “I haven’t seen you in 4 days. You haven’t been callin’ me. It seems like you’re been avoiding me. What the hell is goin’ on?” 

Arvin is what’s going on, damn bastard has me shaking in my boots. “Nothing is going on,” You responded. 

“Bullshit,” Lenora retorted. “Come on Y/N don’t start lyin’ to me, tell me what’s going on.” 

One thing you could never do was lie to Lenora, she could see right through you like glass.

 “I had a stomach bug,” You began your lie, hoping she would buy it. “It was terrible Lenora, I couldn’t stop throwin’ up. I could barely get up from bed.” You waited for a couple seconds, seeing if she would buy the cheap lie. 

“Oh why didn’t you say something, I would’ve came over and made you some soup,” She chuckled. “That’s what friends are for silly. You are feelin’ better though right?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, a lot better.” 

“Good because you and I are going dancin’ this week.” 

Your eyes widened in shock, “Dancin’? With who?” 

“There’s some cute soldiers passin’ by and why not thank them for their service with a good time,” She beamed. “Who knows we might even find the one?” 

You laughed, “Yeah the one to dance the devil’s tango with.” 

“Either way we’ll have fun,” She winked. “What do you say?” 

“As much as I would love to, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to go,” You said, grabbing fresh tomatoes. “I have a feelin’ Lee won’t be okay with that.” 

“He doesn’t have to know.” 

You quizzically furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean…” She got close to your ear, whispering, “We can sneak out.” 

You walked past the produce, heading to the cashier. “If we get caught Lenora it’ll be the end of us.” You handed your basket to the cashier while she scanned. “I’ve been caught before and trust me it ain’t fun.” You paid for your groceries and started to head out the store. 

“We’re only young for so long Y/N,” Lenora whined. “We never have this kind of fun. Soon we’ll have to start looking for a husband, next thing you know we’re 25 with 2 kids and we didn’t have any fun.”

“Fine,” You gave in and stopped dead in your tracks, “But Lenora we cannot drink, got it?” 

“Got it,” She repeated in a disappointed look. 

“You girls goin’ to the dance?” A feminine voice asked. 

You both turned your heads and saw it was Cheryl. She was sitting on the rails of the porch, filing her nails away. 

Cheryl was a tall 27 year old woman with deep ginger curly hair that she often wore in two pigtails with bows. Her brows were always nice and kept and her teeth were pearly white. All the clothing she owned was 2 sizes too small for her to purposefully show off more skin than what was needed. She was a hairdresser by day and a whore by night. 

You didn’t like Cheryl very much, you had your own reasons just like everyone else had. The only reason you talked to her is because she has the best tasting fruit and vegetables. She sure did like you though, she always greeted you with her famous smile and sometimes a kiss on the cheek. 

“Maybe,” You answered. “Are you?” 

“Duh,” She said as if it was the most obvious thing. She got up from the rail and strided towards you, “A chance to meet me a stallion? Sign me up.” She tucked her nail file away in her back pocket, “You know you two should go, meet some nice boys and give them a very nice thank you. I’ll even take you.”

You chuckled uncomfortably, understanding her innuendo. “I think a dance is a good thank you.” 

“Suit yourself,” She shrugged her shoulders. “If you do decide to go stop by the salon and I’ll get you both dolled up. It’s on the house.” 

“Thank you Cheryl, we’ll let you know,” Lenora thanked her. 

“We should really get going,” You started to pull Lenora away. “Have a nice day Cheryl!” 

“You too sweetheart!” She waved goodbye, her eyes focused on the two of you. 

Lenora waited until you were well out of her earshot to start talking. “It might just be me but I feel that there’s somethin’ off about that lady.” 

“She’s a homewrecker Lenora,” You replied like it was nothing. 

“What?” She gaped. “Really?” 

“Yeah, that’s why Mrs. Watson is no longer Mrs. Watson and is now Ms. Banks.” You explained. “She said something about not being able to have certain men gets her gears goin’ and she will do anything to get them.” 

“Jeez,” Lenora commented. 

You went on with your day like usual, cleaned the house, made food, folded laundry, etc. When you finished you waited for Lee to come back home not only to ask him about his day but also about the dance. 

“Dove, I'm home!” Lee yelled from the front door. 

You walked towards him with your arms opened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips, “How was work?” 

“Pretty calm today,” He answered. “I’m enjoying it now because Friday night is goin’ to be absolute hell.” 

“About Friday night…” You trailed off, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“What about it?” 

“Lenora and I really want to go-” 

“No, you’re not going.” Lee cut you off. “No way in hell am I goin’ to let you dance with them.” 

“Aw come on Lee,” You attested. “It’s not like I’m goin’ to dance with them. Besides, you just told me I need to go out.” 

“Dove you’re going to a dance to dance. I don’t want another man touchin’ what's mine.” 

“Please Lee, I won’t even dance with them. You’re the sheriff, you’ll be there anyways watchin’ me.” You pulled out your puppy eyes, your secret weapon. “Pretty please.” 

“My final answer is no.” 

-

It was the day before the dance. You wanted to ask Lee again to go but you knew he would just say no again. You knew the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so why not make Lee’s favorite pie to let you go to the dance.You were at Cheryl’s backyard, picking the best looking peaches. She was close by, you could tell because it reeked of cigarette smoke. 

“You goin’ to the dance?” She asked you. 

“No, Lee said I couldn’t,” You answered, picking another peach. 

“You might find it hard to believe but I used to be just like you Y/N,” Cheryl said, taking another drag of her cigarette. She saw your confused expression and continued, “I was quiet, obedient and innocent. Had I rebelled a little bit in my teen years maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this.” 

“I really can’t do anything about it,” You shrugged. “He’s the sheriff, if I sneak out he’ll find out.” 

“I understand him though, you’re a pretty young thing. Any man would fall to their knees the minute they see you,” She stepped closer to you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you know. The man has been struck with cupid’s arrow.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Please, even if I was blind I would still know there’s something goin’ on between the two of you.” She took another drag before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it. “Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone.” 

You picked the last peach and stuffed it in your basket. “Well I got about 6 peaches, how much do I owe you?” 

“Just keep them, not like I’m using them anyways.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes I’m sure now get goin’ before Lee gets home and the pie ain’t finished.” 

“How did you know I was goin’ to make a pie?” 

“You only come here for fruit when you’re goin’ to bake a pie for him,” She responded. “It’s adorable, you must really like him.” 

“I do,” You responded. “I really do.” You left Cheryl’s garden, rapidly walking home to start on the pie. 

You’ve gotten so used to making pies that it didn’t take you long to make one. The only thing that bothered you was how long it took to bake. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth eating the leftover peaches while you waited for Lee to come home. 

“Dove?” Lee called out for you. “I'm home!” 

“I’m in the kitchen!” You yelled in response. 

“Something smells good,” Lee complimented as he entered the kitchen. “What’cha making?” 

“Peach pie,” You happily replied. “It’ll be done soon.” 

“As much as I love your sweet pie,” Lee licked his lips, pushing you down on the counter. “There’s something sweeter I want to try.” Lee had a rather difficult day at work today. He had a racy dream the night prior about you sitting on his face, crushing him with your thighs and the image has been stuck ever since. 

“Like what?” You nervously asked as he pushed up your skirt to your stomach. 

“Relax,” He smirked, rubbing your legs to attempt to relax you. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” 

You nodded in response, not trusting your own voice. Lee planted kisses on your inner thighs, seductively sucking on your supple skin, being sure to leave marks. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach the higher he went. His fingers hooked the waistband of your panties and he dragged them down, throwing them to the side when he pulled them over your ankles. 

His large hands spread your legs open and he started to dip his head down. Your breath was becoming labored, nervous yet excited to what was about to come. Lee licked a broad stripe on your pussy, the action made your legs close around his head. The action felt foregin, it wasn’t bad. Just different. 

Lee repeated it again, only this time it felt so much better. Your labored breaths turned into gasps with every lick. You whined when Lee pulled away, “You want me to keep goin’?” He asked with a shit eating grin. 

“Please never stop.” 

Lee returned back to his favorite palace, your thighs and latched his mouth on your swollen clit. You tasted like heaven, he spent so many nights tossing and turning just dying for a taste. Just like last night. If he could, he would have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert. 

Your nails dug into your palms from the overwhelming pleasure you’re sure you drew blood but you didn’t care. Anything to keep feeling like you’re on cloud nine. You felt a familiar pressure building up only it felt stronger and it was coming faster than it ever has before. Your body moved on its own accord, helping you chase pure nirvana. Any coherent thought left your brain when you felt his tongue create intricate circles on your clit. 

“That feels so g-good,” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “But I feel funny…” You started to prop yourself on your elbows.

Lee unlatched his lips for a brief moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers, keeping that pleasure going. “What do you mean funny.” 

“Like I’m goin’ to pee,” You whispered in embarrassment. 

Lee chuckled, pushing you back down gently. “I promise you, you’re not goin’ to pee. Just let it go.” 

“Okay.” 

You allowed yourself to let the pressure build up again, concentrating on letting it go. Just let it go Y/N. Just let it go. Yes. Yes. Oh god yes. Your legs tremble around his head as you let go. “Lee!” You shouted as you gushed on his face. When you realized what happened, you were absolutely mortified. “Oh my god Lee, I’m so sorry-” 

“S’okay Dove,” He assured you. “It’ll happen sometimes, especially when you feel real good.” 

Still stuck in your post orgasm haze you just nodded, “Uh huh..” 

“My dumb baby,” Lee cooed as he heled you dress back up. You tried getting off the counter but your jelly-like legs made you fall down. You looked like a baby deer trying to learn how to walk. Lee luckily caught you but not without teasing you. 

“Dove if you’re like this with my tongue alone, I can’t imagine what you’ll be like after taking m’cock.” 

“Lee!” You gasped, lightly smacking his chest. 

“What it’s true, I bet you won’t even be able to walk right after.” He placed his hand on your lower stomach, “Bet you’ll still even feel me right there.” Lee dragged you over to the dining chair, settling you on his lap. 

“So Lee about the dance…” 

“Still a hard no Dove.” 

Well it was worth a try.

-

The day after the dance you passed by Cheryl’s house again. You and Lenora found a recipe to make a strawberry shortcake in her recipe book and decided to make it. 

“So how was the dance?” You questioned, bending down to pick the strawberries. 

“It was wonderful!” She cheerfully said. “Oh Y/N, darlin’ you should’ve been there. They were so cute and such gentlemen. My feet are sore from all that dancin’.” 

“I’m glad you had fun Cheryl,” You smiled at her. You got back up, closing your basket. “Well I got everythin’ I need. I’ll see you later.” 

You were walking out of Cheryl’s garden when you saw Arvin outside, waiting. “Hey Arvin,” You greeted. “What are you doin’ here?” 

Arvin started to walk up to you, “I was just passin’ by. What are you doin’ here?” 

“Came by to pick some strawberries,” You lifted your basket. “Cheryl has the best fruit in town.” 

It looked like luck wasn’t on your side tonight when Cheryl peeked her head over the fence and yelled, “Tell your man to stop hoggin’ the pie and share some with me!” 

Avin’s face dropped and he turned to look at you. “You’re still with him?” Arvin asked in disgust. “I can’t believe you.”

“You know Arvin I don’t get you,” You scoffed, having enough of Arvin. You were tired of him dicitaing your choices and you were about to let him have it. “Tellin’ me it ain’t right for me to be with Lee when you’re not so innocent yourself.”

“Because it isn’t.” 

“You have no idea what is right and what is wrong.” You pointed your finger to his hard chest.  “You’re nothing but a goddamn hypocrite,” You seethed through your teeth. 

“I may be a lot of things but you can’t call me a hypocrite,” He declared, taking a step back. 

“Really?” You questioned, your fists clenched by your sides. “What was Cheryl then? SHe was nothing?” 

“That’s different,” He retorted. “You can’t compare that to this.” 

“You’re right, it is different. What happened to you was worse.” 

Not too long ago you found out about Arvin’s and Cheryl’s brief affair. You were at the station waiting for Lee to finish up. Cheryl sat right beside you drunk as a skunk, that’s when she let the secret slip out through her lips. 

“You know, it’s a shame you’re lettin’ a guy like Arvin go,” She slurred out. 

You cocked your head to the side, “Why would you say that?”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, “Not only is he a fine young man but he is great in bed.” 

Your body stiffened at her statement, “You’ve slept with Arvin?” 

“Oh honey the only reason we stopped is because you came along otherwise we’d be going at it like rabbits.” 

You were beyond shocked but you felt the need to know every single detail you could get. “When did it start?” 

“Last summer,” She answered in a dreamy tone. “There he was being cute as a button and I just couldn’t resist. He had no idea what to do, poor sweet thing.” 

“But wasn’t Arvin just about to turn 17? Ain’t that illegal?” 

“Shh,” She shushed you. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.” 

Arvin was about to open his mount, getting ready to protest but you spoke before he had the chance. “You better not tell me it’s because you’re a guy. That is nothing but horseshit.” 

“A man has needs Y/N.” 

You scoffed, “Please, you don't think I have needs?” Arvin remained quiet and chewed the inside of his cheek. “If it’s not so wrong like you saying it is, how come no one knows about it?” 

“Because it's no one's business,” He retorted. “And it’s definitely not yours.” 

“Then what goes on between Lee and I isn’t any of your business,” You countered, crossing your arms. “All I know is Lee has treated me with nothin’ but respect. He sees me for more than what is between my legs, can’t say the same thing about you.” 

“So really Arvin, who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do with my life?” You continued. Arvin again stayed silent. “Arvin you mean a lot to me but if we’re going to be like this all the time then it’s best we cut off ties before it gets really nasty and one of us gets hurt.” 

Arvin truly loved you and would’ve done anything to keep you close. Even now he still wants you close but with Lee in the way, he doesn’t think he has the strength to sit back and watch it all happen. “I can’t just not do anything Y/N. Not when I’m watchin’ you being taken away from me to a man that doesn’t deserve you.” 

“So this is it then?” 

“I don’t know…I need some time Y/N.” It was the last thing Arvin said before walking away. 

Arvin sulked with his hands in his front pockets all the way home. He weighed both options, stay and lose you to Lee or leave and lose you to Lee. He wasn’t going to win in the end but at least he could have you close by. Then he thought about how much it would hurt to witness you live the life he wanted to live with you. 

The cherry on top of his night was when he saw Lee parked right outside his house. Anger flashed through his body and stormed right up to Lee. 

“What are you doin’ here?” Arvin fumed, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

“Came here to drop Emma off,” Lee calmly explained. “I saw her walkin’ alone and I gave her a ride. Is there a problem?” 

“You know damn well there’s a problem,” He spat out. “You need to leave Y/N alone or else.”

“Or else what? You and I both know there’s no way in hell I’m goin’ to do that,” Lee dismissed Arvin. “At least not on my own will.”

“I’m goin’ to make sure the whole town finds out the kind of person you are, I swear by it.” 

“Go right ahead boy, I ain’t scared of you,” Lee said. “But do that and you’ll get what’s coming to you.” 

Lee decided he had enough and left Arvin. He drove off in a hurry to get out of his presence. He saw Arvin as some parasite you just couldn't get rid of but he was going to do it and he was going to do it the hard way. He only knew one person who could really help him voluntarily. So he stopped by their house, knocking on their front door. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here, what can I do for you sheriff?” 

“I need a favor from you Cheryl.”

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Would you rather:

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

it's no secret

pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

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

words: 3.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he was right. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, was he wrong. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed contentedly as you turned into him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How would she possibly know that?”

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

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

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

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

“There a problem with that?”

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

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

“More as in, like, dating?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Daddy.”

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