#hoedecker

[chasingmidnights]

Cage the Devil Series

Title: The Beast

Summary: Your friendly neighborhood Sheriff isn’t as friendly as he should be. 

Warnings: First, this is for 18+ so minors DNI, this is for mature audiences only!!! Definitely rated M for Mature. Now, let’s get down to the other stuff shall we? Sheriff Lee Bodecker (he’s a warning alright!); Lloyd Hansen being dick (but when is he not, right?); alcohol consumption; mentions of weapons; mentions of bootlegging; some mild cursing; there is smut in this so minors keep scrolling this isn’t for you (go on, get!); mentions of a brothel; this is consensual sex; piv sex; mentions of smoking cigars/cigarettes. I believe I have everything listed that should be looked out for during this part. If I missed anything, I do apologize but you are responsible for what you consume on the internet. So please, if any of the above mentioned warnings make you feel uncomfortable do not read this. 

A/N: The first part of this story is more focused on Lee rather than Lee x reader but I promise this is a Lee x reader fic! The reader comes in during the second part and is in the rest of the story. Also, this is my first time writing any kind of smut or sexual scenes so please take it easy on me, I’m still learning here! This is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story! 

P.s. I thought about splitting it into two parts but I just couldn’t find a place that I thought would be good to break it up like that. 

Wordcount: 3,978

The summer had been a hot one. The air was thick with heat and the people of Knockemstiff were reaching the point of hysteria, all due to the warm temperatures. Sheriff Lee Bodecker patrolled his way through the small town in his cruiser and he cursed at how hot it was every five minutes. The A/C barely did anything as sweat rolled down the side of his face, so he resorted to rolling down the windows. If he were honest though, it didn’t really help too much either. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he reached over for his Pepsi cup, making sure to grab the right one before he took a swig from it. Once he got his fill, he placed the cup back into the holder and put his hand back onto the wheel. 

While driving through the small town, he would put on the charm for the townspeople as he drove by them. He would give a small wave or a quick nod with a tight-lipped smile. He hated it honestly but to keep being Sheriff and to be able to keep doing his side business, he needed to keep being charming and the gentleman his momma raised him to be. If they truly knew what he was up to from their blind eyes, they would truly be disgusted with him. He grunted as he shifted on the leather seat as he switched hands on the steering wheel. He turned down another street as he reached into his pocket to pull out his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat that had gathered on his face. Lee tossed the handkerchief onto the empty passenger seat once he was done with it and it was soaked with his sweat. 

Lee pulled into a parking spot in front of the Tecumseh Bar, located on the edge of town. He peered up at the rundown looking building through the windshield of his cruiser and sighed. It’s definitely seen better days. The Sheriff let out a hot huff of air before he shoved open his driver’s side door. He strutted his way to the front entrance of the bar, adjusting his utility belt as he did. When he got to the front entrance, he pulled open the door and stepped inside, it was somehow just as hot in here as it was outside. He stood in the doorway for a brief moment as he took in the scene before him. 

Cigar and cigarette smoke swirled around the room as musicians played from the stage. The music was upbeat and just as energetic as the people who played their instruments. It was just before the diner hour started so the place wasn’t quite at full swing yet. He nodded at Arvin Russell and Johnny Storm when they noticed him before he started to make his way towards his regular booth. He looked around the bar and thought about how the place is completely different when the place was crowded and full of people. It was definitely a different sight to see. Tecumseh was a place where people came to forget about their dull and meaningless lives. Nobody cared who one another was or what one’s status was because the people that came to the Tecumseh had little to no morals. 

Lee scooted across the velvet seating of the semi-circle booth and turned his attention towards the band that was playing. It didn’t take long before Arvin was delivering him a whiskey neat. Lee picked up the short glass and began to inspect the amber liquid. He took a long swig from the glass and he was instantly pleased with how smooth it went down. Lee set the glass down onto the wooden surface of the table before he turned and gave Arvin a nod. Relief could be visibly seen at the approval he was given before Arvin turned and walked away. 

Lee swirled the amber liquid that was in his glass as he waited for his companions to show up. They should be here any minute now. He took another drink and savored the robust taste of the whiskey; one couldn’t get liquor like this anywhere else in the next three counties. That was something that he prided himself in, he had the best liquor around and it was in high demand. He was constantly having bootleggers make deliveries and in return, he treated his workers well. Lee was pulled out of his thoughts when the bar owner came up to him with that thousand watt smile of his and held out his hand for a handshake. Lee accepted his hand and returned a smile. 

“Jay Gatsby, how are ya?” Lee inquired before he let go of Jay’s hand and scooted over to make room. 

“Doin’ fine ol’ sport! Just fine! What do you think of the new band? Real up and comers they are, let me tell ya!” 

Lee chuckled as the man in front of him talked a mile a minute, it was one of Jay’s attributes. He talked like he knew everything and as if he knew every secret that was told. Lee nodded his head as he took a quick glance at the band before he returned his attention back to Jay. 

“You don’t have to sell me on anything Jay, they sound good.” 

The same smile from before returned to his face at Lee’s approval before he slid into the booth next to the Sheriff. “I also got a real treat for ya! Once the band is done, I’ve hired a new singer, she’s quite something as well!” 

Lee sucked on his teeth before he took a drink of his whiskey as he took a moment to think. The last singer didn’t quite work out, she couldn’t handle the pressure. 

“Is that why you called me and the others here today?” Lee arched an eyebrow at his business partner. 

Jay began to shake his head vigorously. “No, of course not ol’ sport! I have some news about,” he paused to glance around his surroundings before he continued, making sure to lower his voice. “News about Jones that I thought you’d wanna know about.” 

Lee’s curiosity began to pique at the mention of his rival. “Oh? What sort of news?” 

“Sorry ol’ sport but I think it’s best if we wait for the others. Here, let me freshen up your drink for ya!” 

Before Lee had a chance to protest, Jay was gone and he was left alone. Feeling frustrated, he let out a huff as he ran his fingers through his thick,  brown hair. It wasn’t long before Johnny was bringing him a fresh whiskey neat and as Lee looked around for Jay, he couldn’t spot him. ‘He must be in the back checking on his other business,’ Lee thought to himself as he picked up his original glass and downed the remaining contents before he moved onto his next glass. Lee listened to the band play and began to slightly nod his head to the beat. It wasn’t something he would normally listen to, he preferred singers such as Johnny Cash but the band was still decent enough. When the band had finished, they changed the stage around for the new singer. Lee scouted the bar as the stage was being reset and that’s when he  noticed his colleagues entering the bar. One by one they walked over to the booth and as they did, the new singer started to sing. 

“Cats’ eyes shining in the darkness… can’t see nothing when the world ends… birds flying into chaos… crying their names into the whirlwind…” 

Lee got out of the booth and greeted his colleagues. The first one he greeted was his manufacturer for his liquor business, Alexander Pierce. He was wearing a gray suit with a blue tie and had short, thick sandy blonde hair with a bit of gray on the sides. Pierce paused to check out the new singer who was a beautiful, slender and red headed woman. Alexander grinned wickedly in approval, Lee knew he had a thing for redheads. Pierce’s attention was fixated on the singer as he eyed her up and down, licking his lips as he did so. Lee just hoped that she couldn’t see what a perv his colleague was being. 

“See, I’m still walkin’ that same road… ain’t nothing changed, ‘cause I already know… the Lord’s gonna come and she ain’t pleased… She ain’t suffering fools no more…” 

“Bodecker! I see Gatsby’s hired a new singer, do we know her name?” Pierce inquired as he turned his attention to Lee but not before stealing another glance at the stage. Pierce then slid into the booth, sitting in the middle. 

Lee smirked at his colleague for his predictable behavior. “No clue yet Pierce.” 

“Meet me at the edge… I ain’t afraid… Lord, I've already fallen… See the beast sitting on the ridge… No time to waste… Let him know that we’re coming…” 

The next one to join them, after stopping at the bar for a drink, was Lloyd Hansen. He had a hand tucked into his cream colored suit pocket as he cockily strutted over to them and his drink in his free hand. His hair was neatly combed and gelled back, his mustache was just as neatly kept. Lee had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Hansen had to be his least favorite colleague but he was his weapons person and he couldn’t afford to lose him. Hansen was constantly updating him with new weapons; but not just him, his whole sheriff’s department was dependent on him. So, Lee greeted him as cordially as possible and with a tight-lipped smile. 

“Lloyd, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. How are ya?” 

The two shook hands as Lloyd returned a greeting. “I would say the same thing about you but you’re lookin’ a little fat.” Hansen chuckled as he gripped Lee’s right shoulder after releasing his hand from the handshake. He then took a drink from his glass. “Hmm, that is some damn good scotch! I will give you credit for that!” 

“Snake skin shed under dead leaves… Old rattle looks like angel wings… Lights coming on but slowly… Pulling back the curtain on the reckoning…” 

Lloyd then took a seat in the booth next to Alexander, Lee claimed his seat on the other side of him. It wasn’t long before Jay had reappeared and was standing in front of the three men. He had a tray in one of his hands and had just handed them fresh drinks along with a note for Lee. The Sheriff accepted the note with caution as he raised an eyebrow. When he opened the note, he did his best to hide his smirk but it was hard, especially when his cock started to stir in his pants. He cleared his throat and adjusted in his spot before he gave Jay a short nod. Just as Jay was about to say something, Alex interrupted him. 

“First thing’s first before we get started, who’s the new singer?” 

The group turned their attention towards the stage where the singer was front and center. She made intricate movements with her body and arms as she sang. Lee himself couldn’t deny it that she was quite the dame and the long, blue sequin dress hugged her curves perfectly. The four men listened to her sing for a few minutes, letting her sultry voice fill the room. 

“See that I’m still walking at witching hour… burning sweet sage, I pulled the tower… Truth’s coming out of her deep well… She ain’t suffering lies no more… 

…Meet me at the edge… I ain’t afraid… Lord, I've already fallen… See the beast sitting on the ridge… No time to waste… 

Jay was the first to break away from the singer’s enchantment. “That ol’ sport is Miss Natasha Romanova,” Jay paused briefly to glance over at Pierce and a smirk began to curl up onto the corner of his lips. “She’s quite something isn’t she?” 

Pierce continued to stare at the redhead as he spoke. “Yes she is. Yes she is.” 

Lee tried his best to not roll his eyes at his colleague but it was hard to say the least. “So, what the hell is this about Gatsby? You summon us all here and we’re here now. Now tell us what you have on Jones.” 

Lloyd chuckled at Lee as he smoothed out his mustache. “Uh-oh, boss man is getting angry. You better spit it out ol’ sport.” Lloyd put an emphasis on ‘sport’. 

Lee shot Lloyd a glare which caused Lloyd to throw his hands up in mock defense with a smirk on his face. Pierce scoffed at how childish Lloyd was acting before he took a drink out of his glass. 

“Right then, let’s get down to it. I’ve heard through the grapevine that Jones has been recruiting and heavily.” 

“This is why you called us? Jones is constantly recruiting, everyone knows that.” Alex rolled his eyes as if this was an inconvenience to him. “I’m missing my granddaughter’s birthday party for this?” 

By this time, Jay had gotten himself a chair and was sitting across from the three men. Jay began to strenuously shake his head as he slammed a hand onto the table. Before he spoke again, he took a deep breath and smoothed back his dirty blonde hair. “No, no, no ol’ sport you don’t understand! This is something big, I can feel it! It’s like he’s building an army or something! Just give me some time and I can figure it out.” 

“Let him know that we’re coming… Let him know, let him know… Let him know that we’re coming… Let him know, let him know… Let him know that we’re coming…” 

The men exchanged looks of worry before they turned their attention to Lee. Lee, who was lost in thought and was staring at his half full glass of whiskey. When Lloyd started to snap his fingers at him, he was pulled from his thoughts. He looked up at his fellow colleagues and a suspenseful silence filled the air as they waited for Lee to say something. 

“...Meet me at the edge… I’ve already fallen… I ain’t afraid… Let him know that we’re coming…

“If it’s a war Jones wants, it’s a war he shall have.” Lee paused to grab his glass of whiskey and polished off the rest of the amber colored liquid. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a date with a lady.” 

“...Meet me at the edge… I’ve already fallen… I ain’t afraid… Let him know that we’re coming…”  

Natasha sang the last few lines a few more times as Lee walked to the door next to the bar that said ‘private’ on it. When he yanked on the wooden door to open it, he nearly ripped the door off of its hinges. He needed to let out some of this pent up frustration and thankfully he didn’t need to go far. When he walked through the red curtains, he was instantly greeted by the madame who then led him to her, Melina Vostokoff. As soon as he entered her room, he noticed that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and wearing red lingerie along with a black see-through lace robe. His cock twitched at the sight, even more so when she gracefully walked towards him. Melina had to be his favorite girl here. She did what she was told and without too much sass. It also helped that her body was everything he needed. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and leaned in close. 

“About time you showed up. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” She reached down and cupped his growing erection as the last word fell from her lips and began to stroke him. 

A moan escaped Lee before he could stop it and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, it had been too long. Just as a smirk was beginning to curl up onto Melina’s lips, Lee shook his head and regained control. He grabbed her by the hips and quickly spun her around, one hand remained firmly on her hip while the other one went around her slender neck. He squeezed her neck gently as he rubbed his clothed cock into her ass. 

“See, this is what you do to me Melina. Were you trying to be a brat when you sent me that letter during my meeting?” 

He continued to dry hump her from behind as he waited for an answer. A small whimper escaped her as Lee applied a bit more pressure on her neck and she started to grind back into him. He smirked as she reacted to him, he wasn’t even inside of her yet and he had her desperate for him. He removed the hand from her hip and gave her cunt a harsh slap which caused her to yelp. 

“Well, slut, are ya gonna answer me or not?” He gave her twat another slap and she bucked up her hips in response. 

“I’m sorry but when I found out you were here, I needed to have you Sheriff.” Melina choked out as she continued to grind against him, leaving behind a wet spot on his pants. The wet spot mixed between his own pre-cum and her seeping pussy soaking through her thin undergarments. 

He gave her cunt yet another smack before he finally let go of the dark haired woman and pushed her towards the bed. “Hands and knees, now.” 

Melina immediately did as she was told, discarding her robe along the way. As she was climbing onto the bed, Lee began to remove his utility belt and set it to the side in one of the chairs. When he got to the bed, Melina looked over her shoulder to see Lee undoing his belt and pushed his pants down just far enough to free his big, leaking cock. She let out a moan just at the sight of him and licked her lips. She wiggled her ass for Lee which caused him to chuckle before he gripped her ass and gave it a hard smack. A smirk curled onto his lips as the sound pleased him and smacked her rear end one more time. 

He grabbed her by her hips again, yanked her closer to him and tore off her red laced underwear. He gave his cock a few strokes, rubbing his pre-cum up and down his shaft as he did so before he lined himself up with Melina’s already weeping cunt. He teased her folds as he moved his cock up and down, gathering even more slick to make things easier for him to penetrate her. He groaned as he slowly began to push through her slit and into her tight pussy. When he was fully sheathed, he took a moment to relish in the feeling. This was something he could never get tired of experiencing, he swore that Melina had one of the best pussy’s around here in this joint. Without warning, Lee pulled back out fully before he quickly slammed back into her which caused Melina to cry out in pleasure as Lee hit her g-spot.  

He roughly grabbed onto her hips as he began to thrust into her, both of them letting out their own sinful sounds. Lee was relentless with each sharp snap of his hips causing his balls to bounce in rhythm. With each thrust, he grunted out as he dug his nails into the soft flesh of her ass, leaving little half mooned shapes behind. His growl was almost animalistic when he began to feel her walls flutter around him, he could tell she was already close. He leaned forward slightly to grab a handful of Melina’s dark hair and pulled her up to him causing her to wail out. She cried out again when he began to rub rough circles onto her clit, stopping briefly to have Melina suck his thick digit before continuing his ministrations. She arched her back in reaction to his movements as he continued to snap his hips into her. 

Lee let out his own pornographic moan as her walls continued to flutter, her climax was getting closer and closer. Her moans spurred him on as he began to pick up speed with each thrust. He pulled her as close to him as possible, her back fully against his clothed chest. He grunted again before he spoke up to give Melina an order. 

“Cum, now, you slut.” 

Melina let out a cry of pleasure as she came around the Sheriff’s cock, her walls were squeezing him like a vice. He thrusted into her a few more times as she rode out her high before he pulled out of her and pushed her onto the bed face first. She squealed as she was caught off guard and landed onto the bed, she had still been enjoying her orgasm. Lee pulled her closer to him as he started to stroke himself and he moaned as he did so, trying to chase after his own relief. It didn’t take long before white ropes of his cum were spurting out of the head of his cock and were landing on the smooth skin of Melina’s ass. He took a moment to catch his breath and Melina did the same. 

“Yeah, that was good. Shit, that was good.” Lee chuckled before he found a clean spot on Melina's ass and smacked it. 

Lee then pulled his pants and briefs back up, tucking in his softening cock as he did so. Melina crawled off of the bed before she went to clean herself up without saying a word. When she returned, she glanced over at him and smirked as he was adjusting his utility belt. 

“You should clean up your pants Sheriff, it looks like I left a spot. Here.” Melina still had the smirk on her lips as she tossed him a damp towel in her hands. 

Lee caught it with ease and cursed under his breath as he began to clean his pants. Hopefully the wet spot would dry quickly considering the heat that was awaiting him once he got back outside. As Lee cleaned himself the best he could, Melina watched as she pulled out a cigarette and began to light it. She took the first drag from the butt of the cigarette and almost sighed in content. Even though she already knew what the answer was going to be, she offered the Sheriff one of her cigarettes. 

“Want one Sheriff?” 

“Sorry Melina, I’ve got shit that I gotta take care of.” Lee tossed the damp towel onto the bed before he adjusted his uniform once more. 

Melina swayed towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Ya know, one of these days Sheriff, I’m gonna get you to stay after. Maybe for a coffee? Who knows but one day, it’ll happen. I might even get a kiss from ya.” 

Lee smirked at her as he removed her arms from around his neck. “Aren’t you optimistic. None of that will ever happen Melina.” 

“Never say never Sheriff.” Melina eyed the Sheriff up and down as she took another drag and blew the smoke away. 

Lee shook his head at the woman in front of him before he leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Never.” 

Without another word, Lee left the room and exited the Tecumseh Bar. When he got back into his cruiser he let out a deep breath. The air felt thick around him and it wasn’t just because of the heat, he felt like his chest was being squeezed by an iron grip. He slammed his hand against the top of his steering wheel as he shouted. 

“Fuck!”

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[foxgloveprincess]

Going for a Drive

Word Count: 615

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lee bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker x reader #fluff #so much fluff #that’s all this is #lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #hoedecker club #an exploration of comfort

[slothspaghettiwrites]

What if, when the reader and Lee get together and make it official, everybody in town starts talking bad about Lee? They're like "ew, he's way too old" "what a fat pig" "what does a beautiful girl like her even want with somebody like him" "he's so grumpy, they're like complete opposits" "she could do so much better". And he takes this to heart so bad and starts detaching himself from the reader and she doesn't understand why at first but when she finds out, she goes to him and proves to him that he's perfect and that she loves him just as he is?

Maybe she tells him, she loves his big belly bc it makes her feel so secure and she has something to hold onto and soft to lay her head down on. She loves his age bc it makes him so mature and wise. She loves his grumpy nature to everyone but her bc it makes her feel special. And so on.. Basically just the reader comforting and reassuring Lee.🥺

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(this got a bit outta hand and hella long, the end scene was deffo inspired by the fucking amazing @ozarkthedog who wrote a great piece of Andy Barber yumminess you should check out)

A couple of things. One, how dare you put me in my feels this way 😭

Two, you know if anyone talks bad about your man to your face, they are are getting a knuckle sandwich. Nobody talks shit about the sheriff to your face if they want their teeth to stay in their mouth. But you can't be everywhere and the people around Meade don't have much else do except gossip. You'd think the same would be said when Lee was around...

Southern Comfort

Word count: 980

Warning: crybaby!Lee, softness, cockwarming, blowjob, some body worship

To say you were excited for the silent auction would be an understatement. This was the biggest fundraiser the town but on, a real who's who of Meade. It was invitation-only, and Lee had asked you months ago to be his plus one, and tonight was the night. You get to dress up all fancy for your man and talk him up to all the people in town, make sure the city councilman and rich folks knew his name and campaign agenda. This was a big deal for Lee and his inevitable re-election. There was a plan and the two of you were going to stick to it.

You were putting on the finishing touches when your doorbell rang. Smoothing down the lines of your dress, you couldn't keep the smile off your face. Images of Lee in his nice suit flashed in your mind and your belly swooped a little as giddiness overtook you.

The smile didn't last though.

Lee was still dressed in his uniform, wet eyes rimmed red and lips stained red from eating too many candies. He had his garment bag in one hand at least, but he was in no state to campaign. He stared at you for a moment before squeezing his eyes shut again, fresh tears dripping down his cheeks. You carefully grab the bag from his hand before pulling him into your house.

"Lee, what's goin' on? Is everything alright?"

He just shakes his head, unable to control the sobs tearing through his body. Thank god you'd sat him down on the couch before you asked him the question. When you try and comfort him he shies away. Your heart aches for him, he hasn't been this upset since his sister's funeral. You don't understand what could have set this off, but you let him cry it out.

When it sounds like he's calmed down some, you rush off for a glass of water and a fresh handkerchief for him. He tries to compose himself, you see the way he tightens his shoulders and sucks in his gut some, but every time he looks at you, his chin wobbles a bit. He starting to scare you.

"Lee, please tell me what's wrong?"

"Whatdya want with a grumpy, ole, fat pig like me?"

The words cut you like a knife. They aren't words that Lee would ever string together himself, not on a good or bad day. You understand he's self-conscious about his body, but you made it very clear to him from the moment you gave him your phone number you liked him just the way he was. You loved everything about Lee, from his sweet tooth to his motor mouth to his grumpy attitude. He made you feel safe and loved, and what more could a girl ask for?

"Take off your uniform," you stand up.

"Baby, I'm really not-"

"I said, take it off, Sheriff."

You were already undoing the zipper of your dress and toeing off your heels. Lee watched you, eyes fixed on your body as more and more skin was revealed. After a third pointed look, Lee got up on shaky knees and did as you said. His ruddy wet cheeks somehow got redder as he stood in front of you in just his briefs.

His body was warm, soft as you pressed into him. Wrapping your arms around his back, squeezing and kneading his flesh. You bathed him wet kisses, punctuating each one with another reason you loved him. You sucked hickeys onto his chest, groped and pinched and licked his sensitive nipples. His soft whimpers turned to moans as you knelt down before him. He wasn't hard yet, still emotional wrung out, but that was fine. You had all the time in the world if it meant making him feel better.

"I would worship the ground you walked on if you asked me to Lee," you confessed, pulling his underwear down. "I'd lick your boots clean," you kissed the crease of his hip. "I'd kill for you."

Lee’s breath hitched when you kiss soft cock, his hands clenching into fists at his side and the legs tensing.

"No one makes me feel safe like you do, no one treats me as nice as you do, no one loves me the way you do, Lee. You are the only man I have ever wanted, will ever want."

Your lips wrapped around his slowly hardening cock. You hold him safe in your mouth, feeling him pulse and come to life on your tongue. He touches your cheek and when you look up at Lee, you see your Lee again, the one confident in your love and the future.

That's all the encouragement you need to start moving, sliding your mouth off his cock only to suck him back down again. As you set a rhythm, the hand on your cheek moves to the back of your neck. Lee's ready to take control again, and you let him. You needed Lee to know how much pleasure it brings you to be used by him. Your eyes never strayed from his, both of you under some kinda spell.

"Fuck," he croaked, quiet and still wet from crying. "I'm gonna cum, Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck."

You moaned out some kind of approval, hoping he'd get the messages to just bury his dick in your throat and paint it white. And he did, for the most part, he had the forethought to not choke you with it. You swallowed around his cock until he was pulling out, soft again.

Lee didn't waste any time crushing his lips to yours, no doubt tasting his cum.

"I love you so fuckin' much," he whispered against your lips.

You kissed him again, soft and sweet.

"Now Sheriff, you need to get dressed so I can show you off to all fancy folk in town."

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[chubbybuckydumpling]

I was supposed to be finishing a part for Sleepless in Stark Towers and now I'm to fucking horny thinking about my sheriff daddy fucking me into a coma.

I just wanna sit on his soft smooth face.

Better than any Candy

18+ smut ahead! (Oral f receiving, male masturbation, slight daddy kink)

Lee loved to go down on you. Really, it was one of his favourite things to do, the way you smelled so sweet and tasted so delicious and how your thighs quivered around his head just before you came all over his mouth “Hmm, doll, sweeter than the best candy I’ve ever had”

But today, you’ve been craving him even more, ever since he came into the kitchen this morning, clad in his Sheriff uniform, ready to grab some breakfast and head out to the Station. But what caught your eye was his clean face, some droplets of water still glistening in the morning sun.

Your tongue got heavy and you forced yourself to swallow so you wouldn’t drool. Lee caught you staring and smirked, blue eyes twinkling, “Everything okay, darling?” His voice was raspy and delicious and you had to physically bring yourself to nod in response.

With his bagged food in your hand, you make your way over to him, only in your silky black nightgown, legs on full display. His eyes roamed over your body, resting on your hardened nipples - the result of the cold morning and your undeniable arousal.

“You know I just really like your face this clean”, you drape yourself over his thick thighs, sighing in bliss as you move closer, so your mouth brushes his ear, “Daddy”. His response was immediate. A growl ripped through his chest, pants tightening uncomfortably and he grabbed your neck with one hand to push your lips on his.

Lee’s tongue dove into your mouth, licking all corners he could reach, exploring the inside like a starved man. A moan escaped your throat, but his mouth consumed all sounds you made. Yet the smell of his aftershave was prominent in your nose, making you feel this much hotter - your lower belly tensed.

You were about to grind into the tent that formed at the front of his pants when he gently pushed you off his lap. He grabbed his meal and pressed a quick kiss on your temple, “work’s calling! Be a good girl for Daddy!”

A smirk could be seen on Sheriff Bodecker’s face as he left his house this morning, painfully hard, yet satisfied by the teasing he put you through.

So this entire day, you tried to busy yourself to get rid of the impure thoughts that plagued your mind. You cleaned and cooked, but the aching in your belly would not go away, no matter what you did.

That’s why, when Lee came home in the afternoon, you practically jumped on him, legs around his chubby tummy, lips on his own. He was a little stunned, but kissed back nevertheless.

He tasted like cheap candy and smoke and you couldn’t get enough, tongues fighting and teeth clashing, both of you moaning obscenely. His hands found your behind and he grabbed the flesh there, squeezing and grinding his erection into you. “Lee”, you gasped, pussy clenching around nothing, “take me to the bedroom”

This is how you find yourself now, sitting on Sheriff Bodecker’s face, your hands grasping the headboard, head thrown back in pleasure. Moans and whimpers freely leave your mouth, all control forgotten.

Lee’s tongue feels amazing on your pussy. He started out by assaulting your clit, his stiff tongue tickling your sensitive spot. It felt so good tears began to run down your face, “Please, Daddy, feels so good. Please don’t stop, oh my goodness”

Now, his pink tongue is lapping at your entrance, slurping up all of your juices, hissing at the taste, “So fucking delicious, doll. You tryina’ kill me?” One of his thumbs circles your clit, the delicious pressure making you rock your hips over his face.

It’s so smooth and leaves the nicest feeling on your thighs while your cunt is eaten out by your husband. Suddenly, he stiffens his tongue and fucks you with it, trying to reach as deep as he can. The fast change makes you moan, thighs twitching at the immense pleasure you’re feeling.

Your hips move even faster and you dare to look down, a groan leaving you at the sight. Lee’s blue eyes pierce you, looking past his hand that is absolutely wrecking your clit. The view and the squelching noise of your pussy cause your belly to tighten, a knot forming.

“Are you gonna cum for Daddy? Cum all over his tongue?”, he asks, immediately returning to fucking you afterwards. His free hand moves up your body and grabs one of your boobs to toy with your nipples.

All the stimulation is sending you into overdrive, your legs shaking, core twitching against your husband's face, roughly rocking over his tongue and your head falls backwards, hands tightening, “Daddy, I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop, please!”

You moan one last time before the knot in your tummy rips and you gush all over Lee’s face, continuing your movements to ride out your orgasm. The Sheriff keeps eating you out, his thumb playing with your clit until you pull away, too sensitive to continue.

Your body falls into the bed, lifeless and giddy, fucked out and smiling. Lee however growls and leans over you, his mouth opening yours. You can taste yourself in his tongue, your cum spreading into your own mouth and you moan, completely pliant in his arms.

He pulls back from the kiss and buries his smooth face into your neck, breathing harshly. That’s when you realise he started to jerk off. His hand moves rapidly over his thick girth, precum collecting at his tip when he turns his wrist just right.

His breathing turns into moans and growls, his hand moving even faster, collecting his cum from the tip and spreading it over his length, fucking into his fist. The sight is so delicious, you bite your lip with appetite, “Please Daddy, I want your cum so much. Get me coated in it, I want it so bad please! I’ve been such a good girl”

This causes his hips to stutter and his breath to hitch as his dick twitches multiple times. There’s silence for just a second before Lee comes with a loud moan. Hot, white spurts of his seed shoot out of his thick, veiny girth and coat your tummy in his seed, some even reaching your boobs.

He continues to fuck his wrist, breathing into your ear and kissing your neck, saliva spreading all over your throat, until all of his cum left his dick. With a huff he falls next to you and pulls you into his chest, his chubby belly pressing into your back.

He licks over your neck and bites down, forming a hickey, “Just wait until I caught my breath, then I’ll fuck you properly darling. You won’t be able to walk straight for days”

... I’ve made myself horny AGAIN

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[navybrat817]

Navy please help. I’m just so obsessed with our Sheriff Daddy I can’t think straight. I want him to date me, marry me and breed me 30 times a day until we’ve populated Knockemstiff five times over. Its so painful that he’s not real 😩

I don't know if I can help you, nonnie! It sounds like you know exactly what you want.

Especially since you probably teased him enough before you started dating. Watching you suck on your straw with those damn Pepsi cups. You think he didn't know what you were doing when you made eye contact with him, batting your lashes at him and flashing that innocent smile? Everyone in town thinking you're a sweet thing when he knows the sweetest thing is between your thighs.

Only took him one date to discover that.

And he also knows how cock drunk you get for him. Whether you're riding him in his cruiser or being bent over the hood, you beg for more. You always beg for him to split you open. But you moan something one day that neither of you expects.

"Breed me."

His hips stop because surely he didn't hear you right. And with the way you're hiding your face, he knows you're embarrassed. He hasn't put a ring on your finger yet, though he plans to. He has lots of plans for the two of you. And the thought of you round with his child for everyone to see brings him back to the present.

"What's that, darlin'? Not enough to have my cock in ya? Want my baby, too?" he smirks when you whine and clench around him, snapping his hips hard. "Answer me, girl."

"Yes! Please, breed me."

"Then stay fucking still and take every drop, ya hear me? Ain't stoppin' 'til I breed your sweet cunt."

Yeah. Sorry, I can't help you. 😇 Love and thanks! ❤️

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[widowsofchaos]

Red Light

summary: Even a bad man can have his weaknesses. Pairing: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x black!reader ao3 warnings: Stockholm syndrome, murder, infidelity, past dub non-con(rape), sex work, domestic abuse, mention of racism, the use of the word ‘colored’. (heed these warnings). a/n: this differs from the Devil All The Time. Sandy, and Lee are still alive. title by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ . do not repost my works.

White Cow Diner, 1965

The sign hangs high near the diner, piped day-glo red glass tubing shaped as a cow --- on a six-foot pole. It emits a low, dulcet hum hovering the incoming vehicle, bright headlights turn off as the sheriff’s car parks on the diner’s lot.

A gruff groan lingers in the air, as the driver’s door swings open; the soles of his feet a bit sore, scratching at his soft plump belly.

Groggily rubs his eye by the heel of his palm, a yawn stretches from his pink lips, bones aching for his bed. A long day, and yet instead of finishing off the day with a night’s rest, he has to shovel through knee-high shit with Leroy.

Trekking towards the diner, weary eyes glance up at the glass windows, a glimmer of rich brown hair peeks through the shine of the window --- a pitter-patter of his heart flutters.

An excited step to his walk now, but grogginess still settles like a weight on him.

The hung bell rings against the swing of the door, alerting staff of his presence, stiffening his pose upright despite the ache at his tailbone.

Leisurely, but firm steps, the leather soles dully squeaks against the grimy flooring, nearing the familiar booth that is clouded by cigarette smoke.

“My boy, my boy.” A gruff voice perks up, not even turning around to see who’s daring to come near him, cause he already knows; Leroy has been waiting.

“Leroy.” Lee acknowledges curtly, gripping the empty steel chair that awaited across the booth table, a flicker of falling cigarette ash catches his eye. Peering through his lashes, Lee’s heart races, thumping against his chest.

Time comes slow now, tenderly, and sweet, blushing pink at his plump cheeks.

A shiny crimson lips curls into a tiny grin, the cherry stained end of the smoke perked between slender fingers, bronze skin glimmers under the cafe bulbs; coiled curls bounce at the shoulders.

Adorning soft onyx cocktail dress that clung to bare shoulders, stretches around her venus belt --- the lace heaves against the bounce of perky breasts.

Slyly Lee pinches his wedding band between his fingertips, whisking it off his finger, and pocketing it --- away from her sight. The bubbled world Lee created with you, the makeshift walls of safety wielded by illicit secrecy, and an unexpected bond.

Seated in a huff, as Leroy feast upon his plate, cutlery clanking softly against the ceramic plate, “Sit,” gesturing to the empty seat across the table the tip of the knife, “This won’t take long.”

Lee with a silent huff walks, discreetly watching you through his lashes, his back glides against the red leather seat, making sure that he sits in a perfect alignment of your seat, near the glass window.

Small tip of your pink tongue peeks through your lip teasingly, as the cigarette gracefully burns slowly between your fingertips.

“Sheriff.” Voice dripping sweet honey, inviting. He greets you back with a charming lull of your name, he undresses you with those steel menacing eyes, salivating at the mouth at the sight of your perky tits, how beautiful your smooth umber curls bounce at the chest.

“My boy, have you handled your sister already?” He spoke between bites. Not bothering to acknowledge Lee, keeping his eyes glued on his food, as the silver knife cut through the tender meat, slathering it with mashed potatoes.

Leroy grunts ungraciously, biting down a disgusted snarl at the barbaric groan as the fork hits Leroy’s mouth. Leroy’s uncouth table manners can be revolting; he often mulls on how you could handle this pig for all these years.

Lee grunts low under his breath, ‘my boy’ Lee nearly snarls, his canines nibble on his bottom lip from curling in a snark. My boy, demeaning him in such nonchalance, nose looking down, his thumb crushing Lee.

“Yeah ---” Lee straightens himself, his broad shoulders stiffens at sharp pain mariets up his spine from the tailbone, tension digs its claws in him, and bearing Leroy riding on his ass these days just fueling his aches.

“I sorted it out.” A waitress came by handing down a chilled glass of water for Lee, he mutters a ‘thanks’ with a weak smile.

A soft tickle fondles against his leg alerts him, and he nearly purrs in his throat, pausing down a gulp, as his calloused fingers grip tighter on the cup.

Polished toes kicked off your heels, caressing the curve of his leg, tantalizing as it trickled down to the slope of his ankle, sneakily wandering underneath the hem of his pants. Lee knows what you’re doing, it’s your way of comforting him --- displays of affection always in secret.

Pacifying him, lulling him, reminding him that it’s okay, he’s okay --- where he can melt just in her hands, where he can shed his skin, either taking his bruising touch tearing your body, consuming your soul and body, or where you can flux the troubles from his body.

He swears that only in your arms, he can feel he can be clean, his flesh free from the stains of his sins.

It wasn’t always like this though …

“Leroy! Phone for you!” Bobo gruffly shouts from across the diner, seated at the counter, waving the black rotary clutched in his meaty palm.

Leroy grunts, dully clanking the utensils on the plate, snorting indigently, he grips a handful of your thigh in his hand, a firm squeeze, “I’ll be back, baby.”

He leans to the side, body gliding for his lips on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your bare skin, nibbling --- skin crawling, but a lip-tight smile is all you give him.

Bile nearly rises in Lee’s mouth, at the gross display of affection --- Leroy can’t provide affection, only acts of possession.

Silence fell upon you both --- nowhere near tense, comfortable. Finally in a space, where it’s safe for his eyes to fall on you, gawking, admiring.

Hooded cat eyes flutter at him, as two fingers bring the cigarette to your lips, inhaling deeply as the nicotine coats your lungs; never taking your eyes off of him. Cerulean eyes peer over the rim of glass, gulping down his thirst.

“How are you, Sheriff?” Gasper smoke blows gently through your lips, umber oculus slowly gazes up and down on his body, his belly strains against his uniform, your tongue licks as if the cat got the cream, sneaking a glance at the golden band on his left palm, puckering your lips in displeasure.

Titling your head to the side, mischief fueling the jealousy. “How’s the wife?” A faux chirp in your tone, poking at him, flicking the torn that lodges in his side that he calls a wife.

Lee rolls his eyes, with a scoff, and a sarcastic smirk. Cocking his head to the side, shaking his head as if trying to wipe out any memory of his wife. “A bore.”

His nose flares hungrily, the blue in his eyes flashes steely, an arch of his eyebrow, enjoying this little game you do, coy, and bashful.

You click your tongue, shrugs, “That’s too bad,” stubbing out the burnt end of your cig on your plate, flickering your fingertips from any ash remnants.

“Little misses don't put out?” Laxly crossing your arms against your breasts, leaning back against the seat in amusement, “She doesn’t purr for you, Sheriff?” You whisper breathlessly, enticing him.

Your foot slithers from his pants, dancing it’s way up his leg, seeking out what you’ve been dying to taste for the last few days.

Painstakingly long three days, caught up to the neck with work, swamped with Leroy’s bullshit, and a wife back home who doesn’t appreciate him.

Lee growls under his breath, his breathing getting labored as your foot toys with the meat of his thigh, and tickles for his zipper.

He cradles the curve of your bare heel in his palm, as the tips of your toes massage his clothed groin; toying with his zipper, relishing in the sensation of thin cloth layering from boxers to pants to hardening girth.

Lee bears his teeth down on his lip, gnawing and stifling a throaty groan. Lee sneaks a glance at your carmine nails, and every fiber of his being just wants to kiss the tips of your toes. How the shine of red glints underneath the lit bulbs ever so tantalizing --- he muses to himself that you indeed have the cutest toes.

“No, she doesn’t purr, doesn’t even touch me, to scratch me.”  Lee hisses through his teeth, continuing to fondle you under the table.

“Oh --- poor Sheriff, you must be so lonely.” Mewling as you lean forward graciously, giving Lee a nice view of your plunging neckline.

The pad of his thumb caresses small circular rubs on your top-foot, and his calloused fingers glide against the smooth terrain of your ankle --- back and forth Lee strokes your skin as your feet massage him.

Shamelessly, as Lee fondles you underneath the table, he undresses you with his eyes. Lee’s crystalline hues darken, his brows shadowing so menacingly vuglar, a quick flick of his brow --- ever so cocky, so smug.

“Ever so lonely.” His voice lowers an octave, inviting, and husky.

You clench your thighs together, rubbing, trying to gain some friction, to subdue the flood in your panties; the white silk pair, Lee’s absolute favorite.

Lee salviates akin to a rabid dog every-time to see your umber skin against the snowy undies. How slippery the silk glissade against your sticky tuft of hair, a subtle role of the hips.

Unrelenting, you spread your toes a bit to dig more down on his cock, you feel him harden in his entire thick girth underneath the curve of your foot.

Pulsating veins against cotton, your bee-stung lips pucker in satisfaction at Lee’s resolve nearly crumbling at the seams. He grips at your foot, a stern warning. You snicker under your breath at how his chubby cheeks puff out as Lee huffed --- like a precious pufferfish.

“Meow.”

A breathy whisper, you arch your knee upwards, leaning more weight on his cock, Lee looks as if he’s going to implode. Leroy’s gruff voice nears accompanied by a slamming phone, heavy footfalls is your cue to stop, removing your foot off of Lee, despite his protest.

“Goddamn,” Leroy slumps down on his seat, cranking his neck, as your body turns frigid, stiff beside him; Lee discreetly fixes himself under the table.

“Back to your sister, I better not hear some shit again about your sister whoring herself.” Leroy resumed his meal, not even regarding Lee, nor his feelings, just blatantly called his sister a whore --- he wasn’t concerned about Sandy’s prostituting herself, he just didn’t want it in public’s ears.

Bile rose in your throat, “Now Leroy, I wouldn’t call her that. Everyone has to eat, even I used to ---” He glanced over his shoulder, throwing daggers at your skull, your voice trails into silence.

Leroy hums in satisfaction at the act of submission, his stare is unnerving, unwavering, “I know she’s your friend, but,” he leans closer, eyes now into narrow slits, you swallow harshly, leaning away from him, “the men are talking.”

You nod just once, eyes casted down, as Lee’s fists clenched tightly under the table, ready to sock him in the mouth.

Leisure chews, Leroy reluctantly looks away, laxly pointing at you with his jagged knife over his shoulder, “Women, always got something to say.” He breathes a chuckle, glances at Lee, who’s entire body is pained, keeps it all in stride with a crooked smile.

You knew, and Lee knew, for that little outburst, you will meet the end of Leroy’s hand --- for speaking out against him.

Polished fingers fiddle and tug anxiously against your lap, clenching your jaw, attempting to control your breathing --- morbid images of just grabbing the meat-stained knife and stabbing it into his jugular, spurts of ichor spills from the gash, spilling, and painting over your fingers; painting the white fabric maroon.

Lee forces a small snicker, muttering, “Yeah, women are always a bit chatty.” Leroy grunts low in agreement. A quick glance your way, you can see through his lashes, his eyes are soft and apologetic, and you knew he had to play his part, and so did you.

A pinching pain boils at the nape of your neck, opting for a smoke, you dig into your bag, in search of your Camels.

The pad of your thumb swiftly flicks the zippo, the flame ignites with a satisfying click. “In no time, you’ll be elected again. Like these hicks know any better.” Leroy jabs once more, as Lee’s fist coils into fists at his thighs.

Knuckles crack dully, his fingernails digging crescent moon cuts into his palms.

You stare out into the window, mindlessly staring at Lee’s car, thinking to yourself that you wish you can go home with Lee tonight.

---

Leaning against the hood of Leroy’s car, on your second smoke, waiting on Leroy to finish up in the cafe; another call from his illicit dealings.

One arm tucked under your other, as you nurse your smoke between your fingers, the vaporized nicotine lingers in the air --- resting near your lips.

Water-logged eyes stare into nothingness, slipping into mindless day-dream; a small reprieve from Leroy’s claws.

Distant footfalls step over gravel nears, you knew who it was --- a small smile curls. Tilting your head a bit, peering through your lashes, Lee waltz towards you, palms tucked in his pockets --- the moonlight melts into streaks of his leather jacket, his eyes are like glimmering crystals.

Lee plucks the camel from your fingers, pinched between his thumb and index; between his lips, he inhales it deeply, flooding his lungs with nicotine, his eyes never left yours.

Shyly, you smile, hiding a little behind your shoulder --- that smoldering minx is subdued, she’s tired -- it’s just you.

Smoke fogs from his nostrils, “Bunny,” his voice soft, a whisper, throwing the cig on the floor, snuffing it with his shoe, as he towers over you.

Weak hands bent against your tummy, as your arms unravel from each other, your bum glides smoothly against the car, lured by his body heat.

Lee checks over his shoulder quickly, making sure through the open windows that Leroy was still distracted.

Lee’s arms open, his leather jacket is open, he pulls you by the waist,

He was never like this.

Lee never felt tenderness towards another woman. Jagged, battered --- gruff man who was birthed into violence, and poverty.

Molded by the absence of a father --- who left lingering stains of pain, a sordid town that devours its residents --- a black hole.

For years, he only sought out to take care of himself, developed into a man by hardship, violence, by his bad deeds in the vain of survival, a rebellious mouthy baby sister who won’t admit it, but always looks up to him for guidance --- filth teaches filth.

With you --- you handle his aggressiveness with care, an energy that matches with his --- emotionally and physically. A spit-fire, that can spat, and fight; yet touch him with tenderness.

No, he was never like this.

This odd passion blossomed violently --- with gnawing teeth, and filthy palms.

A inky night, the only witnesses was God and the bare full moon --- it was months ago, a night when Lee was feeling lonely, seeking hollow companionship.

Driving in his cruiser that night, with only one destination on his mind --- it should’ve been home, but it wasn’t. His wife's plain face should have flashed before his eyes --- but she didn’t.

The Tecumseh bar.

A saloon for degenerates and loners --- a backroom with young girls, or as Leroy likes to call them, his little cheap chippies.

Work has been strenuous, his back aching even more, idiot deputies --- his mouth yearns for a drink, just one drink; and if he can’t have any liquor, there’s only two options that can satiate him: candy, and pussy.

With a harsh streak of the wheels, Lee parked his car in the lot --- on edge, and with a tent forming at his trousers. Menacing brow twitches, as he treks with a hasty step, the clicks of his shoes against the cement --- barrels through the bar, catching sight of his reflection in the massive mirror-backed mahogany bar.

The dingy glass blurs his vision for a moment, sneaking a glance at the bar, he saw his sister cleaning the wooden counter.

He whistles at her, with a curt call of her name, catching her attention, with a quick glance, blonde bangs kisses her lashes; her palm halts, and grips the wet rag, she rolls her eyes.

“Hiya big brother ---” a curling smirk, “aren’t you supposed to be home?” Sandy resumes to cleaning the bar, maintaining her eye-contact. With his hands at his hips, Lee struts closer to the bar, chin high.

Sandy sucks her teeth, “Nuh-huh, no drinking. I had enough of Jane riding my ass, and you gotta drive home.” A harsh wag of her finger, scolding him.

Dismissing her warning, Sandy strains the rag between her hands, swatting the damp cloth at his arm, with a low ‘get’ under her breath.

Flinching his arms away, as if he’s a dog, earning a growl from Lee. Bickering since childhood, she loves to poke, and tease at him --- but, the mere thought of Lee getting into harm’s way sends a frightening jolt to her heart.

“You know why I’m here.” Lee huskily spoke, thick, and desperate; angling his chin.

Sandy sighs, “Of course, you’re here for that.” She shakes her head dejectedly at him, pointing at the backroom across the bar, “Some girls are still here, but most of em’ has gone home.” Sandy clicks her tongue at him, as he hastily speeds off. “And if Jane asks, I never saw you!”

“Love you too, baby sis’.” Without even turning around, Lee waves her over his shoulder, as he makes a bee-line to the private rooms.

A burly bodyguard stands guard at the door, his arms crossed against his chest, his dark hair cascade against his eyes, his prominent stubbled jaw clenches, glaring down on Lee, looking his nose down on him --- but he holds his tongue, letting Lee walk by, knowing that Leroy would have his ass.

Lee is an asset for Leroy --- touch that pawn, and he’ll hand his ass on a plate.

A smug smirk curls on Lee’s plump cheeks, as he proudly waltzes through the entrance, slithering through the curtain. With a smug gait, Lee treks down the dim narrow hall --- a glow of fushia beams overhead in a fleeting corona upon him.

A clean hallway, Lee has been here many times before, to the point of muscle memory,

Door after door, through some doors he can hear breathy girlish moans, and grunts --- his fingers fiddled as he tried to find an open one, his cock impatiently growing harder by the second, fueled by the filthy cadence.

Lee’s feet halt, twirl on his soles, standing directly in-front of one door --- painted a soft hue of magenta, he has seen this one before, but usually during his prior visits, a pretty dame would tug him in her room, with sweet hollow promises of a good night.

The significance of the door slowly creeps into his mind with realization, it was known this was the only door Leroy would venture to. Lee asked one time, his tone filled with mirf, and amusement, he was with one of the girls in her room --- can’t recall her name.

A bit dim-witted, but she was nice. ‘The only one.’ she spoke with a giggle. Saying that she was the first one, that she holds a special part in Leroy’s rotted heart.

‘What’s so special? Just another cunt on his garter belt.’

He leans in, the shell of his ear against the wooding --- nothing. Just silence, his knuckles rap against the door --- silence. A few seconds, and he hears soft steps near the door, he could’ve sworn he heard a despondent sigh.

A click of the knob, the door swings to reveal one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen --- an aura of mystique, yet an air of innocence, soft bodice, lips donning a baby pink.

A silk robe drapes over your legs, low cut cleavage revealing plump breasts, your knee slipping from the silk cut.

“Hello there.” There’s a glimmer of surprise in your eye, but you play it off.

You weren’t sultry as Bettie Page in those stag reels, nor ethereal like Marsha Hunt --- but there’s something. Natural beauty that enraptured him. Lee clears his throat, as his oceanic hues drink your body; you grab his arm, and gently pull inside the room.

There was a velvet lavender love-seat that glows under the lit lamp, the wallpaper was a soft hue of faded pink, and a massive bed of satin sheets --- the bedding looked creamy against the lighting. Stepping backwards, your kind hands tug on his arms, leading him to the bed.

“So --- what’s the Sheriff doing knockin’ on my door?”

“Curiosity.” A soft shrug.

You hum low, your eyes are alluring, lashes ever so gently flutter, as you lean back on your elbows.

“Curious cat wants the cream.” You titter with a breathy giggle, tilting your head. Lee’s thumbs loop through his belt, fingertips grazing for the hook.

Ready to fuck, balls tensing at the sight of you, as your thighs rub against each other, one leg sweeps over the other.

With haste, Lee begins to unbuckle his belt, it flops on the floor with a dull thump --- you interrupted, you pinch his zipper with your fingertips, popping his pant buttons.

Slithering palms inside the trousers, groping his hardening cock, “Oh, big boy.” Your eyes widen up at him.

A cocky smirk, Lee’s chest puffs up, as you stroke his ego. But your palm was going too slow, Lee grabs you by the throat, making you wheeze, “I like it rough.”

Scratching at his wrist, “Now suck me off.” Yanking you down by his grip, you fall off the bed, kneeling eye-level by his crotch.

Your breath becomes a bit ragged by his harsh touch, speechless to say anything.

“Go on,” he grips just a little tighter, “it ain’t gonna suck itself.” Eyes teary, you utter a weak okay. His cock swelled, curving slightly, slowly parting your lips more; he takes this as his cue.

With no warning, he plunges his cock in your mouth, hitting your throat; gagging sloppily on him, he groans at the tight sensation.

Cum pools from your bottom lip, coating your chin shiny, your open palms hit the meat of his thighs; trying to heave off your mouth, to alleviate breath into your lungs. But he’s not having it --- smack.

Stunning you, Lee’s hips halt, “Don’t move.” His fingers sought, and bruised the curve of your jawline. “If you do that again, I’m gonna pin you down, and fuck ya’ mouth.”

Smack --- another one assaulting your other cheek, “I said do you understand?” His voice lowers huskily, menacingly, you nodded as the hot pain spread through the flesh, nestling to your jaw and throat.

How his true colors appeared within seconds, it nearly gave you whiplash; he’s no different from the other men you entertain.

Rough, mean, and bullish. Enjoys the manhandling of defenseless women --- especially women who have no choice but to bend over backwards for the unholy dollar; to keep a roof over their heads.

Lee kept assaulting your mouth, debauched groans emit from his lips, as his fingers that were curled around the makeshift ponytail of your hair; guiding your mouth over him.

His balls slap against your shiny chin, a shudder of disgust coils at the back of your throat. A frustrated snarl emitted from Lee.

His fingers grip your hair at the roots, pulling your head back, “I’m not gonna cum in ya’ mouth, that pussy is callin’ my name.” Harshly guiding you by his iron grip, Lee throttled you to the bed.

Fear bubbling at the throat, you tried to crawl away, but Lee’s palm caught your ankle, tugging you back into place.

A swat on your ass earning scorching heat to engulf your ass cheek, that trickled to your tailbone. “Stay still.” He growls, his calloused hands grope, and mangle your body, wrinkling the bed-sheets; another slap that echoes. His real colors were showing, the charming mask began to fall, and all you saw was dark lust.

Lee stripped himself from the last few articles of clothing, his shirt falling over his arms, and his hands grasping the meat of your thighs; wrapping the legs around his torso. He groans, as the flesh of his cock rubs against your damp tuft of hair.

“So wet, you like it.” Shamelessly his cock slides through your wet puffy lips, and even as your mind is screaming that he’s a pig, but your body betrays you.

“Damn sweetheart.” Lee purrs, nudging his hips, as his cock glides through your lips. Without any hesitation, Lee positions himself, plunging his girth deeply inside. A throaty moan, murmuring ‘so tight’, full to the hilt, your thighs quiver at the fullness.

Your fingers dig into his chest, trying to push him off of you, crying for him to stop,

“You’re a whore, ain’t this what you like?” He snarls, his nose grazes the skin of your cheek, his teeth scrape at your lip, “Huh? Ain’t that right? Don’t you want my money?”

Those hurtful words are familiar, years of abuse thrown in your face, money thrown at your face as if you were scum; but to hear it every time stung like a knife lodged in your heart.

Weeping at the painful stretch of your cunt, a wicked grin forms on Lee’s face, but he was irate at your cries; you felt fingers snag at the hem of your panties, stretching and tugging the fabric. Cotton burning against your hip, the panties that clung to the crook of your mound now being torn off of you.

Yelping an ‘ow’, as the underwear was ripped into strung limply, Lee grunts, shoving it inside your mouth; gagging your sobs. “That’ll shut you up.” Lee fucks you with such filthy enthusiasm, the bed’s headboard bangs against the wall --- he gets a kick out of this, to fuck Leroy’s special lady, who only takes high-paying customers.

A swell of his ego sends him into overdrive, to see you teary-eyed with your underwear stuffed in the cave of your mouth.

You felt dizzy from the conflicting sensations, as his weight settled upon you, his arms encircled around your head, his fingers curled into your splayed curls.

How he pounded into you, pinching pleasure at your hips, body melting into the mattress by the pressure of his body; nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, vulnerable underneath him.

Bare breasts heave with a tender motion, squished under his cotton clad chest.

Fingernails digging into his back --- there was something that sparked inside of you at the fact that he was still partially dressed, and you were completely nude; as if emphasizing that you’re a whore, his whore.

Groaning in the shell of your ear that he’s close, whispering that he’s going to cum inside you. The squelching of your wetness, his balls slapping against your jiggling ass echoes against the walls; it felt so wrong to savor this feeling, a shudder licks up your spine as your cunt milks him, tingling dewy skin prickling at his touch.

You gaze up at him, his brows furrowed in concentration, and pleasure, nose scrunching up, as his cheeks are warm as peaches; his chest huffing.

Your breathing becomes airy, snuffling against the lace against your tongue, high-pitched as that coil deep in the pit of your tummy begins to swirl tightly.

The soles of your feet twirl at his tailbone, chasing the high --- and finally get rid of him, but then, you felt his hands slide against the bed sheets, trailing downward to your bum.

His fingernails scratching the skin, earning a hiss from you, heaving your leg by his palm --- striking a smack, and another, and another. His palm cracking upon your cheek, tears flood at your eyes, he’s so heavy handed.

Low groans rumble at his throat, as his palm bruises you, and little splits of skin began to tear. A squeak of discomfort, but Lee enjoys it all, fucking you and smacking you.

Harsh thrusts cease, so hard that it jolts your body, bruising your crevice; curling fingernails dig into his arms. Shuffling your hips, trying to ease the crash of his body. Lee rolls to his side with a breathy huff, slowly seething himself from your cunt, your inner thighs burning; crawling away.

Lee’s arm catches the arch of your spine, pulling you to himself, humming happily. His hand travels the terrain of your tailbone to ass, fingers digging into the sore skin.

Lee’s fingernails scratch around the welts, the flushed bare ass-cheek stings, as his fingertips fiddle with the garter belt strings.

Sharply scraping the skin, his open-palm caress against the hot skin, trailing down to your soaked cunt. “Such a pretty pussy.” His thick fingers delve inside your wet folds, fondling, “I’m going to enjoy you for a while, darlin’.”

You shuddered, your eyes fluttered closed, head fell limp against the meat of his thigh --- having a perverted sheriff on your back, chasing after you is the last thing you needed.

Futile attempts to hide away from him, leaving early from the bar, but he always found you, cornering you with his filthy palms, and dirty intoxicating words.

He kept coming around, sniffing like a blood-hound for you --- only ever asking for you, almost every night, he was at Tecumseh -- or nights where he’ll whisk you away, taking you apart in the backseat of his cruiser.

Even his sister asked you what his deal was, but what could you say? Sandy crudely complimented one time, that you probably have a magical cunt.

He’s rough, mean, and perverted --- but, with time, you melted into his touch, you took his sexual bearings, begging for more. He spoiled you the best way he knew, with small gifts of jewelry, and praises of your body. It was odd for him to soften over time, but he liked that you can handle his rough edges.

He now knows you deserve better, but you just won’t go; maybe because you pitied him.

Or maybe, this type of affection is all you knew.

“I’m going to spend the night at my old place tomorrow night. I told Leroy I’m gonna sleep over at Sandy’s ---” nuzzling your nose against his, red lips sweetly stretch, “I’ll cook you some food, baby. Give ya’ massage,” your fingers release the bundled fabric, glide against the terrain of his chest to belly, groping his cock, Lee groans at your words, caressing his cheek against hers, yearning to just melt against you.

You held him like an infant in need of swaddling.

As Lee finds solace in the crock of your throat, his arms tight around your waist, chest to chest, your arms clinging and crossed around his neck.

Kissing the slope of his throat, leaving smeared lipstick marks in its wake; the need to mark him, scenting him with your skin, your perfume penetrates his skin, down to the follicles --- so she can smell your essence on him.

Make her stay up at night --- even at random moments at home, catch a whiff of you, to feel how deep you linger in his life --- wondering who he’s with, who he thinks of at night, who he dreams of.

Faded lipstick shades your lips as soft raspberry, spread fingers soothing his shoulder-blades, as you hug him, getting lost in his arms.

Greedy, selfish --- this love, it’s not the sweetest, nor a fairytale, but it’s yours. Past the point of sympathy, you crave to have him to yourself, only yourself --- nor his wife, or Leroy can change your heart.

Please God, let me keep this little life to myself.

---

The gravel of the asphalt crunch under tires, alerting the presence of the sheriff’s cruiser --- parking outside the apartment complex with a swift but silent stop. It was ten minutes left of the late hour that was tipping into 9 o’ clock p.m.

A breathy sigh escapes from Lee’s lips, that weens into a grunt low in his throat as he stretches out of his vehicle. His back aches, his mind heavy and his stomach grumbling; Lee just wants to wine down with a hot meal, a cold one, and --- you.

God --- he misses you.

If any nosy neighbor would peep out their windows --- unwanted whispering and intruding questions would circulate as wild-fire throughout the tiny town --- from Meade to Knockemstiff.

What’s the sheriff --- a married man --- doing here at a lone complex late at night? Shouldn’t he be at home with his wife? What is he looking for? Who is he looking for?

A small white lie to Jane that he was working late down at the station.

Nimble fingers flicker against the curtain, peeking a glance to see Lee lock his car, and trek his way towards the stairs that divided the building into two flights up.

Nearing boots against steel stairs motivates you to resume finishing your cooking --- a nice juicy pot roast, roasted vegetables in seasoned broth, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread.

Keys jingle slightly as Lee digs his jacket pocket, the subtle leather shifts as his finger fiddle with his keychain, an assortment of passkeys --- as Lee inserts the key into the lock, he can already smell supper.

Swift unlock, he enters --- it feels like a home, welcoming --- it’s home.

Lee unzips his jacket, shaking it off as the sole of his foot nudges the door closed. Throws his keys into the ceramic key bowl, unclasping his belt off his waist; Lee gets comfortable.

Loosening his tie, clasping the collar off his neck with a few buttons open; with a slump to the couch, he began untying his laces.

A small complex space with not much furniture, but it’s cozy. A small cable tv, sunflower yellow wallpaper, worn read novels stacked upon each other in a book shelf, shiny wooden flooring, a stack of records, a sleek velvet onyx couch --- the kitchen had a cottage decor to it, the structure of the apartment is similar to his sister’s place, but prettier, cleaner.

Along with a coffee table decorated with crystal glass jars filled to the brim with chocolate and cherry tootsie rolls, along with peppermints and various assortments of chocolates.

Next to the candies, was an ashtray, a few art magazines, and books on repair tools, and gardening.

Lee loves how well-read you are, at times, whenever you stumble over a hefty word in the newspaper, or a sapient magazine article, your brows would crease deeply, furrowing with frustration --- frustrated with your lack of understanding. Tears would sheen over, and you would thrash it.

He thought you were so different --- open-minded, suave.

At first, it was a habit, you kept candy around for a particular john you once had, he at times would bring his kid over, sit him down in-front of the small cheap tv at a good volume, and munch on candy, as he took you apart in your locked bedroom --- you were broke, and sixteen years young at the time; you thought candy would mend the sin of having a child around that.

Now, you keep sugar around for Lee whenever his insatiable sweet tooth starts kicking.

Lee licks his lips, as he quietly opens the jar, to take two tootsies, eyeing the entrance to the kitchen, making sure you don’t catch him red-handed.

As he tries to unwrap one, the crinkle of the wrapper echos. “Don’t you dare ruin your supper, Lee.” Your voice lingers from the kitchen, tsking him.

“C’mon, bunny,” he whines, “Just one.” His fingers maneuver to drop one tootsie back into the jar, palming one.

Unwrapping the wrapper, Lee pops it in his mouth --- a better alternative to liquor. Soft footfalls come from the kitchen, revealing yourself --- and Lee nearly explodes.

Donning a baby blue negligee, translucent to see your bare breasts, the fabric softly fondles your tummy --- the tuft of hair winks back at him, shamelessly.

He can see your whole bodice --- what a way to greet a man. With gentle steps, you tip-toe towards Lee who is frozen stiff, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your hair is now straightened, brushed down in waves, cascading over your right eye perfectly --- akin to Veronica Lake.

You purr at Lee, rolling your tongue as a feline, crawling over him, your legs split open over his thighs. He groans huskily, he can feel your plush mound rubbing slowly over his crotch; expertly your hips roll over him.

“Why have that ---” your mouth breathes over his, having him shaking, wanton, at your mercy, “when you can have this?” Guiding his hand from his side, to your vee, as your other palm strokes his scalp.

Lee nibbles gently the jut of your chin, moaning, “Sweet as a peach.” His fingers grope a bit rougher, a handful of your mound; Lee’s fingers glides between the lips, the sensation of silk, and the heat of his fingertips sends you into a frenzy.

You glide with a slippery slide, your nightie rides a bit above your skin, revealing your bare ass, Lee’s fingers sneak a smack, fingertips grope a handful of your asscheeks.

Unbuckling his pants, with a vigor, tugging the belt open, a hasty unzip; your palm digs in his boxers, gripping his girthy cock.

Mouth watering cock, tongue yearning heavy in your mouth --- the pink tongue begging to taste him.

Stroking him with both hands, as your mouth devours him, the tip of his cock hits your throat.

Lee savors your choked gags, brown orbs glossy with tears, staring into his eyes --- it’s intense, those blue eyes --- bluer than the pacific ocean, crashing with thunderous steel.

Gargling on his soaked cock, your teeth grazing the ridges of veins sending a shiver up his spine; you kept bobbing your head, shoving his girthy dick, the tip of his weeping cock hitting the back of your throat.

Your nose nuzzles against his pudgy belly, cum bubbles at the corner of your mouth, dripping the jut of your chin; your fingernails scrape against his pubic hair, enticing him further. His nerves are on fire, his moans are unabashed now, shamelessly.

He glances down at you, your eyes are unabashed yet a sense of coy innocence, lips split open on his cock; Lee’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, groaning, mouth ajar.

---

Lee eats his dinner with vigor, and hasn't had a decent meal all day --- Jane didn’t even bother to pack him lunch; he had coffee at the station, and a plain sandwich from the diner down the street.

The tender meat is so soft in his mouth, the juicy seasoning melts against his tongue.

He hums, “Mmh, baby. You did so good.” You bite your bottom lip in glee, happy to feed him, make him feel good; a glint in your eye, deep in thought.

You enjoy your dinner, quite proud of yourself --- the hand-me-down cookbooks did you justice. Lee’s and yours legs are intertwined under the table, ankles curled, stroking the arch of your foot against his ankle.

Knife, and fork in each hand, dainty you cut into your food, “I found this really cute cook book in a thrift store way back, came in handy.” Lee hums in satisfied agreement, mouthful of roast, and vegetables; a nod of his head.

“And then later you get some desert …” You spoke in a hush, Lee’s eyes gaze back at you, widened, with a goofy but wolfish grin; your fingertips circled around your nipple.

---

Sweaty bodies melted against each other, as his cock sits nestled inside you; your inner thighs cradling him, as your cheek is squished against his chest. Lee’s fingers are fiddling, weaving inside your hair, baby-hairs damp against your moist forehead.

The living world breathes outside the makeshift walls of the suffocating scent of sex, the shivers of his name as a hymn chants --- but it all stays from his mind, buried inside of you happily.

The blanket clings just under the slope of your bum, as Lee’s happy trail tickles your navel, making you giggle under your breath; your body shuffling a little, earns a chuckle from Lee. “What’s so funny, bunny?” Lee’s voice is hoarse, and husky.

“I just love how your belly tickles me.” Lazily, you kiss his breast-bone, slow, wet kisses. Nuzzling your nose against his skin, satisfied that he smells of you, and you smell of him. Bleary eyes clear as you rest your head on him once more, to see your clock.

A quarter to midnight.

A weak sigh left your lips, “I have to phone him soon.” A pregnant pause, stagnant silence, you can feel the waves of tension coil off of Lee’s body; can feel his muscles tense just a bit from it’s post-cotius glow. “You know how he is, Lee.”

“Yeah.” He murmurs, biting back a strained snarl of his lip, his eyes focusing on the ceiling.

You lift yourself off of him by the joint of your elbow, legs scramble, his cock sends a shiver up your spine;  his warmth lingers off of your bodice, already missing his body.

Fingers stretch, and reach for the phone, but a soft grip at your wrist halts you. You glance at Lee, to see his eyes are shadowing under his brow, deep in thought.

“You don’t have to.”

“I have to, if I don’t, he’ll go straight to Sandy’s, demanding ---”

“I’ll take care of you.” Lee’s palm sought out the nape of your neck, his eyes on you, “You already do, baby.” You spoke in a hush, not trusting your voice to crack, “No, I mean take you away from him. All he does is hurt you.”

“There’s no escape from him. I’ve tried before, and he found me. I can’t escap--” You spoke through sniffles, slipping into hysterics, not wanting to talk about the horrors throughout the years you endured with Leroy. Lee snuffs your cries with his lips.

“I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Lee spoke in a whisper, his warm breath fans over your cupid-bow, pants light, but his chest is heavy. A watery smile, forlorn eyes gaze at him with adoration, “It’s all rot --- I’m rotten.” Two fingers hover, and point above your breastbone.

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.” Lee kisses your cupid-bow, kisses your nose, kisses your wet lips; nearly choking on your gasp, nerves getting frazzled.

Can he really save you? He has a reputation, a career to protect --- a wife. The whole nine yards, a beautiful house, the white picket fence --- sooner or later, probably he will think of having a liter of his own.

In the society you live in, a woman of color, and a white man can’t enjoy a life together; but if it’s been working so far, can it last? A small prayer each night, pleading with God to keep him, that maybe you found the one; and that hopefully Lee feels the same way.

A moment, deep in thought --- maybe.

“You do anything for me, baby?”

Hope, the light of hope craves itself inside you; buzzing thoughts take flight in your mind. A soft thrust on his cock jolts Lee, moaning, a blissful one.

Lee growls, pulling you to him, his fingers at your neck, swallowing your soft moans; those pink lips, biting down your bottom lip.

Lee’s massive paws glide down the terrain of the body, finding solace at your hips, the supple skin.

“Yes,” he grunts, at the sharp tight clench of your cunt on his cock, “Anything you want.” His fingers digging into your hips, the flesh blooming lavender, but you love the sting --- it’s euphoric.

“You promise?” you ask once more breathlessly, breathing hard to gain gust of air, as your nerves fizzle within your skin.

“I promise.” His hips jerk upward, as his belly bounces, your fingernails scratch a path down his hairy chest, to his navel, pawing at him like a cat. Almost there, the coil is unraveling, gasping breathlessly.

“Would you kill for me?”

Lee breathes a ‘what?’, blue eyes half-lidded, he’s trapped in a haze, as your cunt clenches harder, your hips rides him hard, sharper.

Thrusting upon him, as a horse, your back arches, and hips quiver as you impulsively fuck him harder, harder, tighter. Lee’s head hits the pillow with a thrash, his moans deep, rich and wanton --- breathy as he gasps for air, eyes wound shut as his cum spurts, and spills inside of you.

Painting your walls, Lee howls as a wolf baying to the moon, your fingernails scratch against his chest; Lee grunts, strings of throaty gasps, his mouth hangs with bliss. Bee-stung lips kiss the corner of his mouth, inhaling deeply.

Perhaps, he can save you.

---

The sun beams upon the small town, and a flock of birds take flight from the trees with their unison chirps --- the dreary town filled with hicks that now awaken in their homes.

The drive back to Leroy’s was calm, idyllic even. A sense of hope twirls upon your corona --- your fingers grip against the leather wheel, nearly chafing the skin.

Silent understanding, thoughts almost fleshed out, dancing around it. Shaking your head, a way to clear your mind of buzzing thoughts, so much bee-lining for a singular thought, yet grasping it. A smile forms, you bite down at your bottom lip in glee --- maybe it’s time.

You quietly park the car in-front of Leroy’s home, snuffing the ignition; with a flick of your wrist, you take the keys. Fixing any wrinkles in your skirt, stepping out of the car, with your purse hanging over your shoulder.

With your hip, you close the car door, humming a tune to yourself, carelessly jingling the keys in your palm, your fingers fiddling the front-door keys.

With a timid insertion of the keys, slowly unlocking to not disturb a sleeping Leroy upstairs; Leroy is brutish when he’s groggy on small hours of sleep.

Toeing off your flats, and putting your keys in the bowl.

A step to your feet now, almost bouncing at the toes; refreshed, and bushy-tailed from a morning shower with Lee, and him splitting your legs open, having you for breakfast on the counter-top.

Making yourself comfortable, walking through the entranceway from the kitchen to the dining room, dropping your purse onto the dinner table.

Digging into the bag in search of smoke, but a creak against the wooden flooring, wincing as you gaze up at the ceiling. He’s awake? You think to yourself, you turn to look at the clock, it was 6 a.m. The morning sun hasn’t fully set high yet, still splotches of navy blue paint the sky.

Shy footfalls, your stocking clad feet walk to the staircase, shaky hands grip the landing; internally practicing your greeting for Leroy. ‘Good morning, Leroy. How are you? Want me to make breakfast? Or we can stay in bed together, I missed you.’

As you mull to yourself, Leroy’s voice is muffled, sounds a little irritated --- you sigh, you’re going to have to work hard to make him happy; that includes your body. You grip the knob, and twisting it, as you practice a smile, remembering for it to reach your eyes.

An exhale to calm your nerves, then a deep inhale, and a smile.

“Leroy, you’re awake. I missed you ---” Your voice pierces through the silence, as you open the door; your words linger into silence, your faux smile drops. Your heart drops and crashes to the darkest pit of your stomach.

Seated at the love-seat is Leroy, with his legs stretched, and crossed, leaning back comfortably --- with a familiar journal in his hand.

The brown leather binding is a personal item in your life, where all your secrets, and grievances are written down --- split open by his fingers, is your diary.

Exposed as a nerve, blood runs chills in your veins, your chest feels tight --- if you were to let go of the door knob, you would probably fall apart into the floor.

“Interesting read here, baby.” Leroy bites, his eyes following you as you finally regain strength to move, you step far away from him; your hands search against the wall. Your throat constricts, hard to swallow, nearing Leroy, but keeping your distance.

“What? No good morning?” Leroy shrugs mockingly, your diary cracked open still in his hand, his fingers firmly gripping against the binding. A devilish grin curls, his dull-white teeth resembling fangs under his crooked lip.

“What’s wrong, baby? Cat got ya’ tongue?” Tilting his head, his eyes boring into yours, just waiting for you to crack at the seams.

“Let me read my favorite part.” Leroy spits.

Frozen in fear, utterly speechless, you just couldn’t form the words.

Leroy hums low in his throat, his eyes leaving yours with a seething pace, moving the diary near his face once more --- his brown eyes roving over the written sentences.

“Every-night, my skin crawls in repulsion just laying next to him. I hate him,” Leroy pauses, his lips twisting in a snarl, the word hate sits on his tongue as acid, his eyes peer over the rim of the journal’s worn spine.

“To feel him inside me, it feels like Hell. His fat, blubber belly pinning me down on the mattress, thrusting like an animal. I just lay there like a rag doll, as he fucks me. I stare at the ceiling, thinking of anywhere but here.” Leroy’s hoarse voice getting deeper, spitting each spoken word, his fingertips turning white from his grasp.

You wring your fingers in your grip, tightly; palms becoming clammy. The pit of your stomach sinking, caving inside itself. “As a child, he was all I had, even adored him. Promising me a life away from the streets. Now --- I'd rather be back sleeping in abandoned cold houses, then sleep with him.” Leroy snorts behind the journal, humorlessly chuckling --- as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Please stop.” You plea, water-logged eyes stinging red, leaning on foot to foot; Leroy smirks, as if savoring your antsy state, fully aware of how scared shitless you are.

“Please, Leroy let me explain ---” You step forward, but stop in your tracks, when he snaps his fingers loudly, “Why?” He shouts, grating your ears, making you flinch, his nose flaring, “It’s just getting good!”

He jabs his index finger on the page, “But look, we’re at my favorite part!” Shuffling in his chair, he laughs menacingly, he speaks more loudly, projecting as in each word would stab you deep in the chest.

“Sometimes, I think Leroy whoring me out became a good thing after-all. I did have some johns who were sweet to me, gave me gifts, and called me pretty.” His hand shakes in anger, “Never had anyone called me pretty. Leroy calls me pretty, but he does it after being mean to me, or whenever he wants to fuck.” Leroy sneers an awh under his breath, his shoulders jolts in a snort.

A pregnant pause, a searing moment of silence, as Leroy gnaws at his lip furiously.

“Lee Bodecker.” Leroy hisses the name, his breathing deepens, his chest heaving erratically.

Your eye twitches, feet stiff in paralyzing fear. “Lee treats me with love. Before, I couldn’t stand him, how he touched me. Took control over me. He’s dominant, and a little mean, but over time, the way he is makes me tingle. Took over my life like a daddy. For the first time, I feel happy.”

You trekked backwards, fingers raw from tugging, and rubbing too hard, fisting your hands; nails creating dent craters in your palms. Tailbone meets vanity, the heels of your palms lean against the vanity.

“He talks about how he hates his marriage, his boring wife, that he wants to marry me. But, he can’t.” Leroy hums knowingly, as if asking an sarcastic, ‘And why is that?’.

“The world won’t allow a white man, and black woman to marry. I get stares every-time I walk out into town, mean evil stares. Most of my johns can’t stand colored people, but love to use my body.”

“But money is money, right baby?” Leroy probes, taking a reprieve from your humiliation, you inhale a shaky breath, your entire bodice trembling.

Leroy resumes back, “Lee takes care of me, plans to take me away from Leroy, and this filthy life. I have a few thousand dollars saved in small bills ---” You shudder a cry, eyes wound shut, as tears cascade down your cheeks. Leroy grins with malice to see you breakdown.

“One day, I’ll be free of Leroy. Not today, but someday. And if I don’t succeed, if Lee doesn’t help me, I’ll just kill myself. I don’t want to live the rest of my days as a whore.” Leroy snaps the diary shut by his palm, casually frowns, patting the diary against his chest mindlessly, as he mulls over his thoughts. Staring you down, with the meanest brow.

“What do you think is gonna happen? Huh? What, you think he’s gonna leave his wife for you?” His voice rises in a shout, causing you to flinch. “Become the sheriff’s new wife?”

He thrashes the diary onto the flooring, with such hate glimmering in his hissing eyes, “Do you really think he’s gonna ruin his reputation for a colored harlot? He’s gonna use ya’ till that pussy is all worn out.”

You hiss a strained cry, swallowing the sob down, turning your face away from him. You will not let him see you weep, he savors your tears, your sorrow. You turn away from him, blocking his view of your wet face, fingertips rubbing away smears of droplets through the vanity mirror.

He hums mockingly, “Then what will ya do? Ya gonna come running back home to daddy. Just like ya did when you were just a girl.” Leroy treks closer to you, feeling his body heat beat against your back.

He hugs you from behind, engulfing his hairy fore-arms around your midriff, “I remember when you were just that scrawny girl in the streets, only fifteen, doe-eyed dumb ---” he kisses your temple, “So innocent.”

“Now that I made you a woman, you wanna defy me.” Grabbing your chin tightly in the cup of his palm, “Biting the hand that feeds you.” He shook your face between the crook of his fingers, intimidating you as the tip of nose nuzzles against yours, his warm breath reeked of alcohol, suffocating you.

Cheeks squished making your lips pucker in his hand, he slurs, his voice deepens, “It seems that I have to remind ya’ of your place. Who ya’ belong to.” Time blurs as a flash, the flesh of your cheek stings hot white pain, inflaming.

He smacked you so hard, your head is crooked to the side, blood stains your teeth, rich red as ripe cherries.

Sniveling, nose clogging with snot, as tears gloss your vision, as the hook of his arm wrapped around your midriff too tightly, pinning your bodice against his.

Forcefully, Leroy grips your face harshly, crashing his lips against yours; his tongue slithers inside your mouth, licking the cages of your canines. The metallic ichor coats his tongue, the pink muscle invades you.

“You’ll be forgiven, baby. But you will break it off with him, cause if ya’ don’t,” Leroy hisses, the nape of your spine aches dully as he crushes you more, making you whine.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Leroy bites the jut of your chin with his crooked mouth, making your skin cringe.

A stretched day that bleeds into the evening filled with the cadence of your screams; wails so bloodcurdlingly it grates Leroy’s ears, knuckles hit flesh, lavender bruises burst against sepia skin. Sobs so intense the angels in heaven above winced, and wept.

A familiar sight they’ve cried to before.

---

It’s been days.

Days of radio silence, not a call from you, not a word. Lee keeps driving by your old apartment complex during his routine checks, in case he bumps into you. Nothing.

If he did, he would just corner you, demand to know what’s wrong? What’s changed? Why don't you love him anymore? He will go insane, literally rip apart anyone in his path --- he would rip your heart out if he could, for his heart is breaking.

He’s going mad, more snappy at work --- all his deputies scram at the sight of him, his wife can’t stomach his attitude, passively aggressively ignoring him.

The only person he can confide in is his baby sister; Sandy herself hasn’t heard anything from you either, usually you both phone each other every day, chatting the phone bill up or Sandy visiting you at your old apartment to drink, and for her to get away from Carl.

Muscle memory guides his finger on the rotary holes to each number, as his other palm grips the phone with a death grip against his ear.

Ring after ring taunts him, as he awaits --- for no answer. A moment, he just pauses as the dial tone --- staring into space, the rings fading into the distance.

The white noise dulls, a knock at his office door, his mind is back to reality; his nose flares, growling as he slams the phone back on the hook.

Lee snarls, leaning back on his chair, the back of it creaks as the wheels glide against the flooring.

The shadow figure winces beyond the door’s tinted window, able to hear the sheriff --- sweating at the brow to be the end of the Sheriff’s spiteful bark.

Lee pushes his chair by the palms at the desk, interwoven his fingers at his belly, inhaling deeply to settle his nerves.

“Come in!” Lee snarks, softly banging his head against the headrest of his wheeled chair, a hesitating unlock of the knob --- slowly turns, the door creaks open, revealing one of the rookie deputies.

His youthful face is not deterred by the worry lines of his brows, crisp uniform, shiny fingernails, calloused free palms --- a chip off the ol’ block.

Lee envies him, envies him for his youth, for his slim stoned body, for his doe-eyed perspective of the world; Lee’s eyes glances down to his protruding belly that stretches against his button-up.

Your voice lulls in his mind, telling him how you love his belly, but now self-hatred whirls as serpents in his gut.

‘Liar. Filthy whore liar.’

“Sheriff?” The rookie perks up at the door, his voice wavers with nervousness, “What?” Lee bites, his eyes menacingly under his brow.

“A woman is here to see you,” Lee’s lips part in a silent gasp, his throat clenches in anticipation --- were you finally here to see him? “She says she’s your sister.”

His eyes lower in disappointment, his heart aches, slumping back into his chair, but Lee gestures for the rookie to let his sister in by his fingers. Hastily nodding, the deputy closes the door, leaving to fetch a waiting Sandy.

Lee groans, leaning his head against the chair, closing his eyes gingerly. Where are you? Why won’t you talk to him? He loves you --- yet now, he feels alone all over again.

A click of the tongue, “My, my big brother,” Lee opens one eye, to see his sister leaning against the closed door, arms crossed against her chest. He closes his eye once more, drowning in despair.

Sandy sighs, her teasing nature dissipates as she watches her brother --- the only male figure she truly loves fall apart.

“Lee,” She pushes herself off the door, taking a seat beyond his desk, “There’s something I have to tell you.” Wringing her fingers, Lee hums low as he bounces himself on the chair, she speaks your name, her eyes boring into him. Lee stills himself, his eyes split open.

“I know you love her, more than you ever cared for Jane.” Sandy felt a pang of guilt, for knowing of her brother’s liaisons over the years, but they were just women who he enjoyed for a night --- he has changed, never over another woman has he been so strung over.

Lee clenches his jaw, as the shine of his wedding band mocks him, cracking his fingers, “Yeah, well …” Lee trails off, chin to chest.

“I’m worried, Lee.” Sandy wrings her fingers, shifting in her seat, “She calls me, all I hear is crying, and then she hangs up.” Lee’s brows furrows, his eyes glance to his sister, “She called me two nights ago, and I heard Leroy in the background, yelling for her to get off.”

“I saw him the next day, and asked for her, and he said, ‘All you need to be concerned about is getting my money.'" Sandy scoffs under her breath, as she rolls her eyes, looking away from her brother’s intense stare.

“I told you to stay away from that fat son of a bitch!” Lee growls, pointing his finger at her, kneeling over in his chair, as he bangs his fist on the desk.

“Lee!” Sandy hushes him, swatting her hands at him; her head turning side-ways at his office door, hoping none of his deputies heard.

“And that piece of shit husband of yours ain’t no better.” Lee snarls, but his tone lowers, rubbing his chin in frustration. Lee doesn’t even refer to Carl as his brother-in-law, there’s something about him that rubs Lee the wrong way, maybe Lee is getting stricter being the law, or maybe he knows when somebody is no good --- Lord knows Lee isn’t any good.

Sandy’s lashes blinks, a glimmer in her eyes --- something he can’t really grasp on, something he’s not privy to, her lips parted as if there’s something she wants to say at the mere mention of her husband.

Sandy remains silent.

A hush falls over them, his eyes soften, Lee sighs, tucking his head, between his arms that rest on the mahogany desk.

“Sandy, she doesn’t want me. She hasn’t called me or seen me in a week.” Lee falls quiet, his fingers curling in anger, but it’s sad anger; his palms clench because he can’t control this situation. What can he do? This isn’t like you, to just disappear on him.

“Horse shit.” Sandy crosses her arms, “She loves you.” Lee just slumps on his desk, his face meeting the files on the table.

She leans over, her arms on the desk, as she takes her brother’s hands into hers, Lee fingertips toys with Sandy’s chipped teal fingernails.

“It’s Leroy. Whatever happened, he’s done something.” Nuzzling her nose on his, a little act when they were younger, just rub each other’s noses like bunnies.

“She wouldn’t call me cryin’ and then hang up.”

Wet blue eyes blink back at Sandy, a thought hits his brain, his eyes dart around nervously, “You think he found out?” Sandy’s eyes widen owlishly, just the idea of Leroy discovering that this prized possession has been fooling around behind his back with the town’s sheriff --- the very sheriff that Leroy ‘helps’ with his election, and reputation.

“Dear God, I hope not.”

---

Stormy steel eyes gawk at the house, the dull white paint chipping at the edges --- parked from a distance, obscured by trees, staring through the window shield. Eyes burning into the house, his knuckles turn white due to his tight grip on the wheel.

Rubbing his gripping fingers, trying to ground himself --- Sandy’s words dwindle in his mind, battering inside his skull. Waiting, just waiting. Gathering the inner strength not to bust through the house, and beat Leroy’s ass to a pulp.

The slope of his nose scrunches in frustration, cracks his palm against the wheel, twisting his wrist to check his watch --- it’s noon, Leroy should be out by now. Snatching the keys out of the ignition, storming out of the vehicle. A dull slam of the car door, as he stomps to the door.

Knocking his clenched fist on the door --- a pause, no answer. Knocking more harshly now, not stopping now as strings of knocks batter against the door.

Biting your bottom lip, knees tucked to your chest, holding onto your sore bruised legs, rocking back and forth on the couch, anxiously glancing up at the ceiling --- after a few seconds of knocks bleeding into harsh impatience.

Feet dash you to the door, fearing that Lee’s knocks will awaken Leroy, but Leroy’s a heavy sleeper.

Hast fingers unlock the door, hearing the locks turning, Lee pauses on his knocking, his fist hovering over the wood; your forehead meets the door, your eye closes, as the other is swollen shut, and breathes in.

Hesitantly your fingers grip the door knob, twisting it slowly, just a crack to reveal your good eye --- seeing Lee huffing, and puffing, waiting for you.

“Go away, Lee.”

“Why? Huh?” His hand leans against the door, preventing you from closing it, his cheeks are reddened, “Sandy is worried about you.” Lee tries to push his way inside but you hold the door with all your strength.

“Sandy ain’t got nothing to worry about, I’m fine.” You hiss, eyes downcast, but Lee gasps to see underneath your good eye was a little bruised.

Your wet red rimmed eyes silently scream for help, lip trembling, “I don’t love you, Lee. I just used you.” As those words burn your tongue as acid, Lee’s face wrinkles with hurt, but his wet eyes widen as your hand out-stretches you to Lee, trembling, but you flinch away when he tries to grasp you.

Lee sees your knuckles are bruised, splotches of lavender, and deep red cuts. Lee’s nose flares, his shoulders hunched, breathing heavily, as he looks up at you, to see a lone tear fall down your bloated cheek.

“That fucker hurt you,” his voice wavers, he takes a pause to breathe. “Bunny…” Lee tries to touch your swollen sensitive cheek, causing you to wince away, hiding away behind the door frame.

You step further from the door, exposing yourself more, revealing your eye that’s so swollen it was shut, and your upper lip swelled as a balloon.

Lee steps closer, another step with an edge, as his fingers grasp for your cheek. Cupping your chin, Lee’s breathing heavily, “I’ll kill him.” He hisses. You shuffle your feet ansty, as you move away from the shield of the door.

A question hangs at your tongue, begging to be released, to be spoken into existence. You tear your gaze away from Lee’s intense hues, as your body fidget a little.

“Would you do anything for me?” You whisper, the pad of your thumb rubs against his palm, staring at your hands, honey melting with umber; Lee lifts your fingers to his lip, placing it over his heart. Lee cups your face, the warmth of his palms soothes your sensitive cheeks.

Your eyes soaked to the red brim --- even when you cry, you’re still so beautiful, Leroy muses; as your fingers massage over his breast-bone, kissing your heart-shaped lips gently.

Soft nimble kisses over your lips.

----

It’s been quiet.

The past few days move by as molasses --- you tip-toe around Leroy, as if walking on eggshells, behaving to appease the beast. Letting him ravage over your body, grunting over your body, as you fake orgasms --- appraising him for fucking you ‘so good’.

It was hitting noon --- your body was drained, boneless on the mattress. Leroy has been rougher than usual, biting and groping, your eye is still swollen, but not completely shut anymore.

Your upper lip was still puffy, and pinkish, how you lick your dry lips looks like a sniveling toddler --- pouty.

Bare breasted, your hands laid against your torso, lazily in bed, staring into silence. Fingers snap in your peripheral, snapping you back to reality. “Hey,” Leroy chuckles, his brow arches teasingly, “Don’t go falling asleep on me, you’ve been like a slug lately.”

He smiles brightly at your disheveled form, savoring the damage he has done;

You breathe a small laugh, your eyes slowly gaze up, peering up at Leroy through your lashes, “I’m just comfortable.” Limp wrist against your chest, your fingers tug softly the blanket over your breasts; disgusted with how he ogles your chest --- as a young girl, you felt pretty, when he had a full head of hair, and had a youthful mature charm.

Now you detest his existence.

“I’m gonna take a phone call real quick, Bobo’s makin’ breakfast for us.” Leroy gently taps your arched knee that tented the blanket, a small stroke of his thumb. You force a quick smile, as you glide more under the covers.

The room was dim --- just enough to feel cozy, but not enough to fall asleep on him. There’s an indescribable spark in your chest, you can’t think of a word to perfectly describe it; your brows furrow at the stunted lack of knowledge.

The lack of sopsthication pangs you, you felt dumb --- not enough. Leroy being the only source of a teacher who taught you how to read higher than a fifth grader, but yet it’s not enough. Wait, there’s a word ...

Caving your bottom lip by the teeth, a mirthful smile hidden by your fingers, as you huddled, and hid in the covers --- something is going to happen, just a sense, a feeling.

But it goes away --- hushed conversations over the past days but nothing fleshed out.

Leroy grunts over the receiver, engrossed by whoever is on the other end --- a hearty chuckle, his body bounces a little.

A sound near the staircase alerts you, a very dull pop --- but it could’ve been mistaken by the old wooding of the house. You turn your head to Leroy, but he’s far too gone in conversation to pay attention.

Cautious footfalls near the doorway, freezing you in spot, a small grin slowly grows; but you calmly itch near the edge of the bed.

Leroy is lost in his own world, chewing the caller’s ear off --- from the corner of your eye blue eyes catch your brown ones, a slip from the bed, the wink of polished onyx steel makes you breathless.

A Cheshire grin ---- it’s time.

Leroy laughs, “Yeah, you too.” Hanging up, straightens his back. Soft creaks of the door grabs his attention, thinking it’s you finally getting out of bed. Leroy turns his body around, with a small smile, that quickly fades into a frown.

Lee stands proudly at the entrance, with his arm looped around your waist, his fingers cradling the meat of your thigh; as you cling to him as a safety line.

His gun is aimed at Leroy, a gun ready to pop. Your head tucked under his chin, your leg curves a little around Lee’s pant clad leg, raising your head up, even with two bruised eyes --- a death glare, but a wicked satisfied grin.

Leroy grunts, his eyes falling on the both of you, clicks his tongue, “Huh.” Not a tone of defeat, but a reply of acceptance. It is what it is --- an air of you got him, right off guard.

A beat of silence --- the stillness bleeds into a stand-off.

“Pussy ain’t worth it, son.” He spits, but his voice is low, trying to ease the tension in the air, but no amount of discussion will lower Lee’s gun.

Leroy rolls his eyes, bushy brows dented, chest huffing in frustration, “She’s using you. That’s what she does --- latch on any man.”

Lee hisses a low scuff, but his aim remains undeterred.

“On any man who makes her feel good for just a moment --- she bats her eyelashes, and promises you the best night of your life. Trust me, I taught her well ---” He halts, as Lee flicks the safety off, cocking the pistol. A defeated tilt of his head, “--- maybe I taught her too well.”

Lee remains in silence, his finger curled with intent on the trigger, his grip tightens, your palm lays over his heart, you can feel it rapidly beat against the cavity. Not a word.

Bang.

It’s loud, earning a wince from you, clinging tightly to Lee.

Leroy groans, slumps over like a slug, coughing spurts of blood, as his body collapses onto the floor; shaky fingers hover over the bullet wound.

A bullet lodged in his stomach, his blood paints his white under shirt --- as Leroy slowly succumbs to his last breath, you quietly walk towards him.

One last look at him --- to see the light in his eyes dim to nothing. Leroy curls his head, looking at you, as ichor coats his mustache, his hooded eyes stare into yours.

Slow wheezing breaths, your eyes are wet, watching the first man to ever show ‘affection’ to you as a child, who trained you, molded you into the woman you are now slowly leaving this earth.

Another dragged wheeze, gurgling, Leroy’s fingers curl around your ankle, stroking you as he fades. Your eye twitches, as Leroy struggles. A cough, a low rasp, and then a gurgle that flows into silence; his fingers slumps, and falls from your ankle.

You inhale, swallow thickly as you step away from him, as the blood flows from underneath him, nearly touching your toes; sniffling. Slowly you turn your face to Lee’s, but he’s already looking at you, with a silent question in his eyes.

You flick the tip of his nose with yours, your tongue slowly glides through your lips --- licking his lip. Your body is vibrating, your hands against his belly rising to his chest; gracefully tugging on the zipper of his leather jacket.

Steadily the zipper rolls down between the pinch of your fingers, revealing his blue button shirt. The zipper unclips, the flaps of his leather jacket weaves open. The warmth of his body radiates off of him, encasing your palms, as you touch him.

Your hands sweep lovingly inside the jacket, groping his belly; Lee catches the hint and helps you take off his jacket.

Shrugging it off of his shoulders, his nose flaring, his eyes intensely watching you. The jacket slumps on the floor with a dull thump.

The air is tense, silently watching each other’s movements.

Breathless, your brain is slowing down now, processing reality --- Leroy is gone. Your eyes trail over to his slumped body, years worth of eroding pain, bending over backwards for Leroy, and many other surly filthy men.

No more whoring yourself out, no more strange men fetishizing over you, no more being walked over --- seen as nothing but sex toy. You can finally be someone --- be somebody.

I’m free --- I’m fucking free.

Grabbing the nape of Lee’s neck, you pull him down, crashing your lips on his. Smushing open lips, teeth crashing, tongues dancing --- it’s passionate, adrenaline fueling.

Separating yourself, Lee whines low, but you shush him by your finger on his pouty lips. Gingerly shuffling your bare feet backwards, your knees hit the bed.

Knees bent forward, softly falling on the mattress; presenting yourself for Lee as a gift. You spread your legs wide, your palm slither in your panties, fingers splitting your plump lips; your essence glistening.

Lee growls, his pupils blown black, as he watches you touch yourself. Rolling your fingertips against your throbbing clit, as you smirk at Lee’s panting figure.

It’s delicious, as if sinking your teeth, savoring the taste of a thrill, life is changing now. A fresh start of a new chapter. The bars of your prison cell are now dismantled, you can leave now.

Unclasping the buttons of his blue shirt, as he crawls over your body, his palms indenting into the mattress; as his palms cages you in his embrace. Noses graze, slowly savoring each other --- it feels anew, uncharted waters of emotions, a new chapter.

You just witnessed Lee murder a man --- the very man who was the only stable pillar in your life. In Lee’s mind, you hold his fate, even if people wouldn’t believe you --- still.

You have damning evidence to expose him for his corruption, but you don’t run, you stay here with him.

The soft cotton slips from his arms, his skin is warm, and flushed, as he kisses your cupid bow, and a little one at your nose, back to your lips. The kiss becomes too much so fast, greedy hands claw at one another; in a clumsy dance.

Lee’s head lowers to your chest, a wet trail of kisses, to the valley of your breasts. Your fingers sought out his hair, turning it into a mess.

As Lee suckles your breast, the bed of his tongue soaks the nipple, moaning, as you shiver in the cave of his mouth.

Unbuckling himself, sloppily tugging his pants by the loop of his thumbs, it falls to his thighs --- just enough space to free his swollen cock.

His fingers snag your panties to the side, impatiently as a ravaging mad man, his cock sweeps through your folds; a delicious glide.

Bucking his hips, Lee thrusts inside you, you yelp, your head tilting back. A husky moan emits from Lee’s lips.

Your cunt weeps on his cock, soaking him to the balls, as his open palm lays on your chest, folding you down; pinning you, as the sheen of sweat gleams under the dim streaks of sunlight peering through the curtains. So wrecked, so open --- glassy eyes blown and desperate.

Tears flood at the brim, as you sink low, collapsing in pieces, as he thrusts; tender heat wrapped around him, it drives him insane.

Jesus --- he needs to take a breath. The sight of Lee kneeling over you, his pants bundled at mid-way of his thighs, as his shirt was scrunched, and wrinkled to his torso, with just a few buttons latched.

Biting his lip, the obscene slap of skin, chasing the glory of bliss; a bloom of love inside his chest at the wrecked sight of you, melting into the mattress.

The glimpse of Leroy’s body jolts you back to reality, a breath catches in your throat, fingernails digging into Lee’s bicep; wincing. Hiding your face into his chest, wrapping your legs around his waist firmly, as he fucks you harder.

It guides you back to your haven, a grim reminder of your newfound freedom, at what costs it took. A sense of spite sneaks up, your hips crash forward to Lee’s, a vulgar display before Leroy’s dead eyes.

Nearing the edge, your fingers grip his firm ass, hinting for him to go faster, to give you all that he’s got.

You yearn to be sore for days, aided by him --- to feel the sting whenever you sit.

Where you go, he follows --- nearing the edge of ecstasy, airy pants pitch higher, the meat of your thigh shudders.

Precious blues tempt to flutter to the back of his skull, but he doesn’t want to look away. He wants to see you drift into a frenzy, sharing this moment, sealing your fate together.

You pulse, and quiver under Lee, as he groans hoarsely, painting your velvety walls creamy white.

He rocks slowly to a halt, as his shaven cheek strokes yours, nuzzling his face in the crock of your neck, inhaling your scent; shuddering in your embrace.

Basking in this glow, a placid happy bubble, in your own little world; where nothing is wrong, anything you two did wasn’t wrong.

A little piece of violence to pay for peace, Lee rolls to his side with a sensitive groan, with his arms tugging you along; earning a muffled giggle from you. The swoop of your leg over his waist, his lips kissing your hairline.

The world stills, as reality slowly dwindles back, but you feel safe. For the first time, you feel content --- a calmness settles at the horizon of your mind.

As Leroy’s corpse grows cold on the floor.

---

Lee sweetly holds your hand in his, as you both walk down the stairs; at the end of the staircase, Lee adjusts his buckle, fixing his zipper.

In comfortable silence, Lee and you walk to the kitchen --- a gasp catches in your throat at the sight of Bobo, lifeless on the floor.

A bullet hole lodged at the back of his skull, as blood trickled down his dome, pooling to the floor; suffocating his face. Lee circles his arms around your waist, cradling your back against his chest, holding you down.

Poor Bobo --- he was kind enough, slow at times, but he was good; but if he was left to live, he would have blown the whistle on Lee, and yourself for killing Leroy. Lee would lose everything, and you would be sent to the chopping block without any court trial in your favor.

Standing over Bobo’s body is surreal, gone.

Lee’s thumb caresses your swollen lip, a sting by the pressure but it fades, and the touch comforts you. Tearing your eyes away from the lifeless body, lashes flutter; you look up to Lee’s blue gems shine with hope.

The pad of his thumb traces your mouth, fondling your cupid bow, trailing down your lips.

Parting your lips to suckle his thumb, your wet tongue twirls around his finger, with a breathy moan. Lee’s forehead meets yours, inhaling deeply as he’s breathing in your essence. His thumb trails down your lip, you kiss it lovingly.

“Ready?” He asks, his eyes gazed at yours, you nodded. He didn’t need to elaborate, the setting had to be set up just right, evidence guided by the town’s sheriff. No one will know, the truth will be cloaked, only shared by Lee, and yourself.

Lee repeated the details for you to remember to alert the police, to not touch anything --- to blame your injuries on ‘burglars’, as he snatched money stuffed in the safe that was hidden in the bedroom’s closet; as well as thrashing the house, validating the alibi.

He held your neck in his hand, with a serious glint in his steel eyes, reminding you of his love, and that he will always protect you, and that everything will be okay, sealing your fate with a kiss to your forehead.

This tiny town will never know --- from Meade to Knockemstiff.

Knockemstiff.

A hotbed of immorality, a fest-pool of locals who are residents and prisoners --- a gritty homespun manifesting the ignorance and brutality of man.

A double-edged sword wielded for the worst caliber. Tales of lives that are sordid --- lingering stains on the soul.

The life you share with Lee is sordid --- it’s beginnings are illicit, but maybe the silver linings can spark a light in the darkness.

#buckybarnesplumwhore wrote this #the devil all the time #Officer Lee Bodecker x reader #sebastian stan character #dark fic #dark lee bodecker #dub non con #black reader insert #dark!sheriff lee bodecker x fem!reader #hoedecker club

[sconnie-doesnt-know]

So Wrong

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Reader, Jane Bodecker, assorted OCs, also gonna go ahead and say Lee is kinda soft/dark in this one

Word Count: 8000

Warnings: Infidelity, alcohol usage, smoking, somewhat dub-con sexual stuff, but not really

Summary: The Reader is a young single mother and widow new to the town of Meade. She gets drawn into a social circle that includes the Sheriff’s wife, while also being drawn to the Sheriff himself.

A/n: I truly don’t know where this came from or why I wrote it. I watched TDATT and suddenly this whole thing just popped into my head complete with a Patsy Cline soundtrack. There’s infidelity on Lee’s part, and his wife is terrible, and these are fictional characters so I am trying to not feel guilty for making that happen. 

There’s more to this story, probably extending into 1 or 2 more parts. I don’t know what to say for myself, I cannot pwp. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome. Not beta-read, so please let me know if there’s an error. 

Hope you enjoy!

Meade is as good a place as any to settle. Surrounded by wilderness and small towns, it’s quiet, far from anyplace and anyone you know. A welcome adventure and a place to dispose of your grief, finally - hopefully. 

You pull up on a quiet street and sit there just a moment to breathe, to look at the life you had that is settled in between the few boxes and suitcases of belongings, the folded up flag, and the little boy you buckled into the seat.

Through a tangled web of connections, you are able to rent a little upper duplex apartment from the widow in town. She claims she doesn’t mind a little noise as your son stomps up the stairs and gives you an open invitation to join her at church on Sundays.

It is six days into your new residence, the first Monday in town when the apparent welcoming committee shows up at your door. She wears a gentle smile on her face and presents you with a warm pie still wrapped in cloth.

“My name is Jane Bodecker, my husband’s the Sheriff. I wanted to introduce myself…”

You know the routine after moving around a few times already. You imagine the conspiring during the luncheon after church yesterday, the ladies munching on dry cookies and deciding who would be the first to talk to you.

You nod and smile, and accept the offering. 

“Some of us like to get together to play cards and socialize on Tuesdays, it would be nice to have you join us and let us get to know you.”

Of course she means that they are chomping at the bit to know why a single woman with no family ties has moved into town. You’re familiar with the ritual and know you need to go along if you want to make it work in this place.

You return her smile, “That would be so kind of you, as long as you don’t mind my son coming along.” You gesture to the little boy hiding in your skirts behind you.

“Of course he can. He can play with my boy, Robert. We will see you at two.” She leaves you with her address and directions over, telling you to look for the house with the red shutters.

Their house is in one of the newer, more developed parts, with some manufactured homes lining the street and looking boxy compared to the traditional farmhouses, but it's charming. The red shutters stand out, that’s for certain. It doesn’t take long to figure out that Jane is a proud host, head of the gossip chain, and is required to mention “My husband, the Sheriff” at least once per conversation.

You let the ladies ask their questions and nod politely as they give you the required chorus of condolences. You feel the shift when Jane steers the conversation to what they all want to know. “Now, I don’t mean to spread gossip, but some folks were wondering why you rented a place here instead of goin’ home to your family.”

Your shoulders stiffen, ‘so much for not putting me on the spot’ you think, but you still smile politely as you answer. “I have no other family. My daddy was gone when I was a girl and my momma dropped me off with an aunt and uncle when she was with husband number three and I don’t know where she is. They said it was the first thing she did that made a lick of sense,” you try to joke. “Well, they didn’t exactly approve of me and Jimmy, so when we married they told me not to go back.”

“And the boy’s other kin?”

“Ain’t no other kin. Jimmy’s family was small, they’re gone now.”

“Well, ain’t you a tragedy,” she says in a chirpy, high voice. 

Your face tightens and you stare at your lap, “We get by,” you weakly mutter. 

They all assure you that they have some nice gentlemen they can introduce to you, and go on about how fortunate you are they are pulling you into their group. You hear about faceless people and their minor transgressions, but get bored with it fairly quickly and use the time to look over the Bodecker home. It’s nice, a mixture of modest and a few state-of -the-art updates. There’s more dust than you expect, the sofa cushions look worn down, with only a few photos on display. The sheriff’s face shrouded in shadows in the one you can see, but you figure their son must take after him since he doesn’t have the pinched look his mother seems to naturally have.

You don’t even meet ‘her husband, the Sheriff’ until your third Tuesday afternoon of cards at their home. Jane herself is practically giving a campaign speech since the election so close. You never paid a lot of attention to local politics, and you try to give her your attention, but when she starts to ramble on it’s just too much. You happen to look to the side to avoid rolling your eyes and catch just when he strolls in, as if on cue with the uniform all perfectly in place. He scans the group of women until he stops on you, eyes lighting up with interest.

Your own breath catches in your throat at the sight of him as he removes his hat and looks you over.

“Well,” he drawls, “You must be the sweet new thing that’s got all the fellas in town rioting.”

You have to look down, lest the embarrassment make you combust.

“Now, Lee,” Jane scolds, “That’s no way to say hello. Come over here and introduce yourself properly.” She guides him over, and you almost say it with her when she recites, “This is my husband, the Sheriff.”

“Apologies, miss. I know you aren’t trying to get them all riled. Janey told me ‘bout your husband. War is Hell, shame to be losing boys like that.”

He holds his hand out to shake yours, his hold firm and warm and you are hesitant to let go.

“I appreciate that, thank you, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he nods, eyes flicking over you one more time. “What are your plans in this lovely town of ours?” 

“Oh. Well,” you freeze up for a moment, it’s the first time someone’s asked and you don’t have your answer prepared. “Well, I was thinking that I would get a job. We get by right now, but once my boy is in school, I would like something else to do.”

Jane jumps on your answer, “Let’s just see if we can’t find you a bachelor around here. Plenty of boys can use someone to take care of ‘em, but if you want a man who will be home on time, you stay away from any of the deputies. I can’t remember the last time Lee wasn’t busy with something or other from the county. I suppose that’s the life we’ve chosen though, isn’t it?”

Her voice sounds overly sweet, but you can sense the daggers in her words. It’s the way he reacts, shifting on his feet and rolling his jaw like he’s annoyed. Jane doesn’t even pay attention to anything but the cards in her hand. Some of the other ladies nod, but the sheriff just lowers his head before he pulls Jane to the side to talk to her quietly.

You track his movements, fascinated until you shake yourself out of it. It’s been years since you felt like that or even saw a man that caught your attention - not since Jimmy. It’s alarming, unnerving.

The wave of guilt that washes over you is more than you can handle. 

“Please excuse me, but we must be going.” You get up without waiting for any response and practically yank your son right out of the house as Jane calls after you that she will see you again soon.

You brush off the incident after having some time to think, convinced that it is just because you were caught off guard, and try to go on as normally as you can.

Your days end up filled with social calls, running errands or helping your landlady, and keeping your son busy. He asks to play with the Bodecker boy nearly every day, but you try your best to keep your distance when you can, especially when she starts trying to arrange dates for you even when you politely decline.

You look at the other ladies sometimes and wonder how many of them are just tolerating her the way you do. There’s just something grating about the way her voice goes especially nasally when she has something not-very-Christian to say, or the way she talks so openly and obscenely about the apparent whorehouse in town. She doesn’t even seem the least bit shameful when she begins to complain about her sister-in-law and the trouble she gets up to despite her brother being the sheriff.

Sheriff Bodecker, on the other hand, is a bit more friendly than you anticipated, expecting him to be cold or rude, but usually he’s the one pushing his wife to extend a coffee or supper invitation your way and making small talk when you are still around when he gets home from work or if he catches you around town. Your own mind suspects that it’s maybe just a sense of civic duty to know his neighbors, but it’s nice to have company nonetheless. 

Conversation with him comes easily. He talks with you about interesting news stories, about the boys, about some of the other towns, and even plans for the county. It’s interesting, not just debate on whether the new curtains chosen by someone or other are tacky. There are times you get lost talking with him and need to be corralled back in by Jane or Steven getting antsy.

The way he draws your eye is a mixture of curiosity and interest. It makes you notice when he’s driving the patrol car or when you see him around town. You catch how tired he seems at the end of the days, how he’s usually got a piece of candy to slip to kids when they come by and are brave enough to ask. You notice how he knows everyone in town and seems to have an eye on everything, checking in at the shops and breaking up the young men when they start to roughhouse.

In a place like this, Jane Bodecker is far from the only gossiper in town, so while she might not share much about herself or her husband, plenty of others do. Some of the things they say are just nitpicking and you try to drown it out. They’ve been decent to you since your arrival, but it’s hard to ignore the constant whispers of how power went right to their heads.

When the election is over and she gets the right to continue to say “My husband, the Sheriff” you start to really see what they say. She loses the facade of playing the good wife, but still hosts her weekly card meetings to keep up to date. Instead of just coffee and tea, she starts slipping sips of whiskey and gives her opinion a bit more freely than before, and often hurling insults anywhere they can land.

It’s painful to watch her put down everyone, but especially the sheriff when he gets in her way. When you catch him sending a frustrated look at her turned back or rolling his eyes at her complaints about the town and its people, you pretend not to notice and remember to keep a smile on. Her outbursts get more and more unhinged and brazen, and the defeat and exhaustion in his stance makes you ache. There’s a hurt you can’t vocalize without overstepping, but it eats at you, chips at your patience bit by bit.

When the sheriff pulls the cruiser over one day while you’re walking between stores to say hi and make some small talk, you’re pleased. He seems less worn down, it’s nice to see.

“Oh, Sheriff, you’ve got some good timing,” you reach into one of your shopping bags, pulling out a paper bag of hard candies you bought from the candy shop. “While doing the washing, I found a handful of wrappers. Turns out the boys were getting into your candy stash. Thought you might need a refill.”

You hand him the bag and the smile he gives you in return makes your chest tighten up and ache.

“Sweet things from a sweet thing, thank you darlin’.” 

You bit down on your lips, desperate to not react to his flirtatious words. “It’s nothin’, Sheriff.”

“Not to me.”

You start to sway from foot to foot, looking down at the sidewalk with a hum and trying to come up with something else to say. Silence hangs in the air for a moment before his radio crackles with a call from the station. You take the opportunity to make your exit.

“I’ll be seeing you, Sheriff.”

He shoots a glare at the radio, but looks back at you with what you could only describe as longing. “Sure will, Sweets.” Usually something like that would sound condescending, but from him it sounds endearing. He winks and pulls the car away, talking to the dispatcher while he drives.

‘Sweets...sweet thing...darlin’’ his voice repeats over and over in your head, fingers trembling and clumsy with the rush they give you and the way your heart races.

You get nearly sick when you recognize the feelings you’re having. It’s like it was when you were first with Jimmy. When you couldn’t even look him in the eyes because you felt too overwhelmed by your feelings for him. When you flushed and overheated when he got close and said pretty things. When you used to hold onto his hand and promise yourself that you would care for him every day and prove your love to him.

That’s when you realize you’re coveting another woman’s husband.

It’s Thursday, which means you need to head down to Main Street to visit the pharmacy for your landlady, Mrs. Martins, and gather some groceries for the week. You had made plans with Jane to let the boys play together while you took ran errands. You don’t have a good excuse to change the plan, but you can’t help but ask again, “You sure you don’t mind him being here?”

“Not at all,” she smiles, a bit wider and more manic than usual, “Now if that handsome Wilford boy happens to ask you for supper, don’t you worry about rushin’ back, ya hear?”

You laugh at her latest unsubtle attempt, “I will keep it in mind, thanks.” She and a few others had started to meddle, putting eligible bachelors in your path and setting up dates on your behalf. You do try. You talk to them, let them flirt, but none hold your interest. They’re boys - lanky and lean, still all reckless and rowdy. Not what you’re looking for, nothing like the solid, filled-out figure of a man, someone secure and stable and in a uniform. But that’s something to think about another day.

Wilford does indeed ask. 

You do not feel so inclined to take up the offer, especially when he pinches the round of your ass as he asks you to consider dessert before any supper. 

He has you pressed against the wall outside the hardware store, letting the sun blind you and bring tears to your eyes as the bricks snag the delicate threads of your dress.

He only backs away when a loud voice booms out, “There a problem here, son?”

He turns his head to find Lee pulled to the side of the road, window down and arm resting on the frame, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

“No sir, Sheriff, just makin’ some supper plans, ain’t we?” Wilford looks back at you with a leer. Your hands press flat against the building and your knee twitches with the urge to jerk up and hurt him.

“I thought we were expecting you tonight, isn’t that right?” Lee asks you pointedly. 

Your attacker looks back at Lee, then to you, and you nod. Finally, you’re given some space. 

“I imagine you need to be moving along then?” Lee checks, waiting impatiently for Wilford to answer.

“Yessir.” He gives you a wicked grin and spins away to go back down the street. “Maybe another time when you’re free.”

You shake your head, eyes narrowed at his back as you glare.

Lee taps the side of the cruiser, “C’mere.”

You take a shaky breath and gather yourself with a nod before taking the few steps across the sidewalk. Leaning down you take a moment to look him over in his uniform, the badge gleaming in the sunshine and eyes clear blue as the sky.

“You alright, Sweets?” he asks, voice low and gentle. He’d taken to calling you that since the candy incident, always in that same tone - like it’s precious and important. The way it hits you right in the center of your chest hurts more than the physical damage done a moment ago. You know he isn’t asking if your heart is aching, or if you’re alright being lonely, or any of the ways you’re feeling it right now, but it strikes you in an unexpected way.

“I’m fine,” you smile tightly, “Thank you for checking.”

“These boys just don’t know how to handle themselves when they see a pretty lady.” Your cheeks ache as you try to keep from beaming at the off-hand comment. “Ya know, I’m getting ready to head on home, you need a ride that way? I’m guessing your boy is stirrin’ up some shit with mine?” He turns and scans the road and sidewalk around you, fidgeting a bit as he asks.

“I still have to make another stop and my car is at the end of the block, but thank you.” You stand up.

“Well, I mean it, you and Steven stay for supper tonight, I’ll square it with Jane.”

“You don’t hav’ta do that-”

“No worries, darlin’.” He winks, taps his fingers on the shell of the door by the painted logo and waits until you nod in agreement. “See you soon, then.” And with a nod he pulls off the curb.

You watch the cruiser drive away, then look up and down the street, but no one else is there. You finally manage to draw in a full breath, and rush to get to the cool air of the pharmacy to ease the flush burning you from the inside out.

You make it back to the Bodecker’s before the sheriff, glad to have a few moments to smooth things over with Jane since she clearly had not expected you to turn down the date she arranged for you.

“He wasn’t too much of a handful, was he? I told him before I left that he better mind you today.”

She waves you off, sitting back down at the table with her abandoned cigarette in the tray and a small glass of brown liquor.

“Well, the boys’ll sleep tonight, that’s for sure. They’ve been running circles round the whole damn house.” She ashes the cigarette before taking another puff and settling against the backrest of the chair.

You take a moment to look over the kitchen, a pot is just about to boil over so you make your way to it. “Can I help you out with anything? Give you a moment to freshen up ‘fore Lee gets home?” 

“I suppose that’s the least you can do.” Her cheeks draw in another puff and she hums, taking her glass with her as she goes to their bedroom.

The boys run inside, breathless and sweaty, both shouting while they tell you about a nest they found outside before you order them off to get washed up themselves. You look down the hall, waiting to see if Jane was on her way back or if she was expecting you to finish her cooking. Rather than let it burn, you do just that, taking care of the potatoes, adding a few seasonings as you go, and pulling out the meatloaf from the oven. 

The screen door squeaks and boots thud through the house when Lee enters and makes his way to the kitchen. You nervously look over your shoulder, catching him leaning against the door jamb, spinning his hat in his hand, a soft smile on his lips as he looks your way.

“This is a sight. If I didn’t know better I’d think I wandered into the wrong house.” 

You let out a bit of a nervous laugh, then look back down to the greens you were tending to, “I am so sorry, I kept your wife busy longer than I should’ve. She’ll be out in just a minute.” You go back to busying yourself with finishing up the meal.

“Not complainin’,” he mutters under his breath, but you still hear it and it makes your breath hitch. Jane could set you on edge with her snide remarks, so could Lee, but for completely different reasons - some that had been dormant for so long you didn’t know what to do. 

Just then Jane makes her grand reappearance, hair freshly combed and lips tinged with a touch of color; her cheeks look ruddy, but you can’t tell if it’s rouge or flush from the alcohol she’s been sipping.

“Don’t you go adding too much milk to my potatoes, nobody likes ‘em all runny. Here, let me,” she says and nudges you out of the way, “See you gotta mix in just a little bit right there.”

She overpours anyway, her hands moving unsteadily as she mashes the potatoes up, making them runny just like she warned you about. 

From behind you, you see Lee go to the table, picking up the liquor bottle and examining the contents, making marks with his fingers against the side of the bottle and shaking his head. He takes a swig himself and sets it back down.

He mumbles something about being sober, then walks down the hall to where Jane disappeared, stopping to say something to make the boys giggle on the way before they wrestle each other at the bathroom sink to wash up for supper. 

The meal starts off quiet, just the utensils scraping along the plates, but Jane being the gracious host, finally tries to perk it up with conversation.

“I know Wilford might be a little rough ‘round the edges for someone from a bigger town, but there are still several other young men I can introduce you to,” she offers, unprompted.

You choke a little before you recover and finish chewing your bite of food.

“You needn’t go through the trouble, Mrs. Bodecker. Really.” 

“It’s just, you’re so young to be widowed already and all alone. What kinda home will it be for the boy with no man around? And don’t you want more kids? I bet you just glow. Some of the ladies at my bible study wouldn’t mind setting you up.”

The idea makes you squirm. No, you aren’t dead inside, but there’s no way for you to get what - who you really want.

The sheriff speaks up then. “My old man took off on my ma, sister, and me. That’s just the way shit happens sometimes,” he says and you feel the dark cloud start to clear just a bit. You nod at him, acknowledging the little bit of affirmation.

“What was your husband like?” Jane presses, digging a little further into that painful wound. “Maybe that will help me out.”

Your Jimmy didn’t have much to give you, but he gave you all he could. He gave you the kind of love that made your cheeks hurt from smiling, and your stomach swoop with butterflies. Your eyes flick toward Lee and you think again about how alike they seem to you, handsome, intuitive, assertive, strong-willed. He catches your gaze and pauses his chewing for a brief second while he waits for your answer. 

“He was a good man, strong and fair. I’d like to think he and Mr. Bodecker would’ve gotten on quite well,” you finally say, smiling kindly at them both in turn.

Lee’s lips curl into a smile while he finishes chewing, then sits back with a stretch. “You’re makin’ me sound like an old man,” he whines, “Call me Lee when I’m not on duty.”

“Yes sir,” you automatically reply. “Lee.”

His smile grows. “Say, Janey? Why don’t you go get that jug of wine up for us?”

She nods and gets up.

“Wine?” you ask, surprised.

“It’s nothin’ special, someone up the road makes it. Tastes better than that church wine, but don’t burn like the shine some other folks are brewin’ up.”

Jane comes back with three glasses and pours generously for you all, her own motions increasingly sloppy from her afternoon drinking.

You sip at it, the taste a little tart, but not as acidic and thank them for their generosity.

“Jane, you do something different with the seasoning tonight?”

“No,” she answers, then goes right back to her chat with you, you think about speaking up, but she goes back to leading the conversation. “So, you still thinking about becoming a working gal?”

“Not right away, but yes.”

“Oh?” Lee asks, “Something at the diner? I think the grocery is hiring?”

“Nuh uh,” her voice takes on a nasty tone, “Nothing like that for her. She went to secretary school.” The lilt in her voice makes it clear that she doesn’t care for that little fact. “Can you believe that? School just to learn to file a paper or take a message.”

“There’s more to it than that,” you quietly defend.

“Jane, what the hell do you know? You haven’t worked a day in your life?” Lee asks.

Jane rolls her eyes, body slumping a bit in her chair. “Well, whatever you do, just make sure you don’t go working at the Tecumsah.” She snorts into her glass as she takes a sip. “That’s where Lee’s sister works. I told you ‘bout her before.” She gives you a look. “That place is a den of sin, if you know what I am gettin’ at.”

“You’re are gonna spoil my appetite talkin’ like that,” he says. He drops his fork and you startle, his glare at his wife making clear this is another sore subject. 

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she mutters. “I’m gettin’ tired of mending the buttons on your clothes.”

Your jaw nearly drops. You wring your napkin on your lap and scramble for something to change the subject and break the tension, “Jane, there are such lovely flowers planted right by the library, is there a gardening club around here that you haven’t told me about?”

She’s bored by the topic, but it does enough to distract her and send her on a tangent. You nod and hum while you pick at your food. Occasionally you glance to Lee at the side and find him looking at you appreciatively.

You keep turning the conversation away from yourself, getting her to talk about anything you can as she keeps refilling and sipping down more of her wine. 

You use the next lull in conversation to make your exit.

“This has been lovely, and I am so thankful for everything today, but we really oughtta get back home. I need to make sure Mrs. Martins gets her items from the pharmacist and I need to try to fix the old projector she’s given me.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Lee asks, leaning forward.

“No idea,” you laugh. “I was hoping to puzzle it together.”

“I can take a look for you,” he offers.

“If you have a moment,” you turn to Jane, “And you don’t mind sparing him.”

She scoffs and waves her fingers, “Nah, take Robert with you.”

He grunts in response while the kids leap up, excited for more time together. You do what you can to clean up and ease the load for Jane, but she’s getting more irritable by the minute, so you shuffle to the door to leave.

You head to the driveway where your car’s parked, waiting for him outside while the boys chase each other around the cars. He steps out the door, swinging his key ring on his fingers, looking at ease without the uniform on, but still strutting with an air of authority. It makes your stomach swoop.

“The Martins place? What road is that on again?” he asks jarring you out of your staring.

“Just follow me, Sheriff. I mean - Lee,” You nod as you get into the driver’s seat, Steven climbing in on the other side.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He mutters it loud enough that you hear him. The tilted, teasing grin on his face as he climbs into his own car almost makes you certain it was his intention.

When you get out, there’s a lump in your throat and the air suddenly feels heavy. Thankfully, the short walk up your drive is quiet, the sheriff walking leisurely next to you and laughing at the boys as they race each other down the sidewalk. 

“I gotta go in the back way,” you swallow thickly as you tell him while you open up the gate, “There’s a private staircase for us there.”

He nods and follows. 

When you enter the small apartment, you’re grateful that you don’t have much to fuss over and that it is tidy by default.

“Why don’t you boys go play with the Lincoln Logs or race cars? Nothing too loud right now,” you suggest and push them off toward the small room Steven occupies. “I got the parts all together right here, but I think something is missing.” You point to the box with the projector parts and reels.

“No problem,” Lee’s voice is quiet in your small space. He takes out the parts and starts to fit things together, checking a few switches here and there after a couple of minutes before patting the top of it with a, “There you go.”

You smile widely, “That’s it? Really?”

“That’s it, Sweets,” he matches your smile.

You suddenly hate the idea of him leaving so quickly, so you look around for something else.

“Coffee?”

He nods. “It’s like you read my mind,” there’s a glint in his eye as he gives you a generous once-over.

You feel a flush and quickly turn away to the kitchen.

Your hands tremble as you fill the kettle with water and scoop grounds into the press.

The boys break into a fit of giggles and before you can call after them, you feel the warm presence of Lee shuffle up behind you. His boots scuff against the floor as he stops, then seconds later his arms cage you in from behind, his palms resting against the edge of the countertop.

His breaths are deep, his nose just tickling along the neckline of your dress and you feel your back stiffen at the rush.

“You’re so lovely Sweets,” he whispers.

Your breath shakes as you suck it in. “S-sheriff,” you swallow thickly, “Lee? What’re you doing?”

“You’re beautiful, y’know.”

You remain still, unable to whisper anything but his name again.

“I see the way you look at me,” he presses a kiss to your skin that’s so gentle and tender but nearly makes your knees buckle. “Like you want somethin’.”

“I’m not - I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you weakly deny.

One arm leaves the counter to wrap around your middle, pulling you even closer to him while he steps right up behind you, the whole front of him up against your back. The movement makes you gasp and arch just slightly. You’re unable to catch yourself from rolling your head back to lean against him fully and feeling him grunt.

“You don’t need to make any excuses. You want me, dontcha?” he talks with his lips pressed right against your neck, heavy breaths tickling at your hairline.

God, do you want him. The sudden feeling of a warm, masculine body against you is something you didn’t realize you missed so much. For years it’s just been you and your boy and focusing on the day to day, not thinking about the way a strong arm feels pulled around you with fingers just tickling at your sensitive skin - until suddenly that’s exactly what is happening. And how you’ve missed it, your muscles nearly seize up with tension as you try to fight how good it feels.

It’s like trying to drag yourself from a dream, slow and muted as you try to make sense of everything at once; a sharp clarity punches through hard and fast.

“Your wife,” you reach down to cover his hand with your own, ready to try to pry him off.

“That fucking pig? I don’t love her, I don’t want her. She don’t want me either.”

“Don’t say that. You can’t say that,” you tell him and start to pull away, squirming away but getting nowhere since he doesn’t budge an inch. He allows you to spin around between himself and the countertop. “Lee? What is this? What’re you doing?”

It’s a stupid question. You know what this is. You can remember moments like these with your late husband, but Lee is not your husband. You know his wife. You just spent the evening with her in their home.

He doesn’t answer. Instead his free hand starts to skim up along your side until his thumb catches at the curve at the bottom your breast, then slides up so that he can rub his thumb back and forth over your dress, teasing at your hardened nipple.

It makes you whimper and nearly fold in half with how sensitive you feel.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he coos, his lips parted and eyes tracking the movement of his thumb.

You lift your arms to his shoulders, uncertain yet if you’re planning to push him away or pull him close when you hear the quick footsteps of the boys.

Lee steps back to give you some distance and your hands flutter mid-air as you try to compose yourself.

The boys start to whine over each other-

“Momma. Robert keeps knocking over my building.”

“No, he keeps takin’ the blocks I’m using.”

Some kind of clarity forms and you rush out a solution for them, “Why don’t you get out your TinkerToys and split it all up? Alright? Go back to the other room,” you nudge them away.

Problem solved, they run back to the room, leaving you standing in the kitchen, Lee lingering just feet away and the half-finished coffee press on the counter.

“Jane must be expecting you home by now.”

He grunts and shakes his head ruefully, “She’s probably passed out by now.”

“Oh,” you nod. You search for something, anything to excuse yourself and catch your breath, “I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me a moment.”

You slip out of the kitchen and into the door just down the hall. Taking a moment to relieve yourself then press a cool rag to your cheeks. You’d nursed the glass of wine Jane had poured, so you knew deep down you weren’t tipsy, you were just overrun by the feelings the sheriff gave you. Once you get your first full breath in minutes, you feel better, calmer and more controlled. You look at yourself in the mirror and decide - you just need to send him on home.

You barely crack open the bathroom door when it’s pushed open wide, Lee wedging in when it’s wide enough and nearly slamming it shut behind him.

“Don’t hide from me, Sweets,” is all he says before he’s got one arm around your middle again, and the other holding the back of your neck while he presses his lips against yours. After gasping in surprise, you instinctively return the kiss - your tongue and lips tentative against his dominating mouth. 

It’s strange - all of it so strange after so long. It’s been years since your last kiss and you feel clumsy, out of practice, but he doesn’t hesitate one bit, doesn’t seem turned off by your uncoordinated motions and hands that can’t keep still over his middle and shoulders.

He takes in a deep breath, pausing for just a second to position himself better, then he’s back on you, and you feel ready for him this time. One hand resting on his chest while the other hooks up around his neck, your fingers stroking through the soft, short hairs at the back of his head. He turns the both of you, pressing you against the vanity sink.

“Lee,” you whimper when he wedges a leg between yours.

“Shh, shh, sshh. I got you.”

His kisses are relentless and make you light-headed, gasping for breaths every time he slightly lets up. His hands push and pull, struggling against your dress and your undergarments until he’s freed one breast and can drop his head to suckle at your hard peak.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, mind painfully aware of the children in the room nearby. You crack open an eye to make sure the door is still closed and try to focus on the sounds the kids are making, but his tongue and lips are too distracting. He pulls as much of your breast into his mouth as he can, greedily swirling his tongue all over the sensitive bud, and pulling away with a loud pop.

You slap at his shoulder while he just looks up at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Feels good, right?” He places his hand to cup your breast, thumb flicking at your nipple. “Let me have you, I’ll make you feel so good, my sweet girl. Please?”

His own eyes close as he ruts up against you, his hard length pressing against your hip and sending a tremor through your body, practically shaking your bones. You don’t move though, your hands stay frozen where you hold onto him, but he continues to lead and coax you along.

One wide hand holds you at the back of your neck, just holding you in place. His mouth moves across your cheeks and at the hinge of your jaw. He whispers quiet promises of satisfaction, telling you how lovely you are and confirming every word with a kiss. His other hand leaves your breast after one final and quick pinch and grabs at the bottom of your dress. The fabric bunching in his fist as he gathers it until he can feel your thigh.

Then he teases you with just the tips of his fingers, sliding right up and over til he meets where your thighs meet. It tickles, makes you shake a little, and then you’re sucking in a hard gasp when he keeps going until he pets and presses over your sex with the pads of his fingertips.

“So wet,” he says on an exhale, pressing right where you feel your excitement leaking. “You want me too. It’s alright.”

To prove his point, he presses harder, flattening his hand until he’s cupping you and making your body jerk between him and the sink. You bend your knees to open your thighs wider with the touch, and he groans and presses hard against you again, the heel of his palm putting pressure to your throbbing clit. You struggle to not hook your leg right over his hip to let him in.

“Lee,” you start to beg, “Please. Oh my god, please.”

It’s so overwhelming you start to sob, the tears already prick at the corners of your eyes. Just being touched, feeling the warmth of him, and the words - it’s all that you remembered being with a man to be and more. His hand keeps a rhythm against you, driving you higher. You hadn’t had a man’s touch in years, but suddenly you need Lee like you need air.

“Please,” you say again. Your body tingles with electricity that has nowhere to go.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, baby. I’m gonna take care of ya. Am I what you need?”

“Yes,” tears start to roll down your cheeks. He pulls back slightly until he can slip his fingers underneath your panties, gliding right through your arousal. You feel two of his fingers slide into you, and you squeeze around them instantly.

“Fuck,” he grunts. Your wetness drips down his fingers into his palm. He presses the heel of it against you again, right against your sensitive clit this time. “Come on my fingers, sweetness.”

He fucks you with his hand, his thick, solid fingers caressing you while he sends jolts of pleasure through you with pressure on your sensitive button. You squirm to get away, but the hand still at the back of your neck tightens and holds you down, making you take it.

“It’s alright,” he whispers, “It’s alright.”

And that’s it. You freeze for a moment as the pleasure peaks and then you’re trembling as the shocks of it rush through you in a blaze. You can hear the wetness drowning his fingers as he keeps pumping them into you while you clench over him repeatedly and sob as quietly as you can, which must not be very quiet because he starts to shush you and slow the movement of his hand, gently attempting to calm you down.

“You’re okay, s’alright baby, just breathe, c’mon,” you hear him coach, but all you can focus on is the thumping beat of your heart as it races and trying to catch your breath between sniffles, the tears falling freely down your cheeks.

His hand slides out from your panties to grab you steady at your waist, the hand from your neck moves so he can use his thumb to wipe away your tears. He presses his forehead to yours and tells you to breathe with him.

You blink your eyes open, eyelashes glittering with wetness and you take a minute to focus. Once things are clear, you tilt your head back to look at him. His cheeks are flushed, lips wet and rosy, and his eyes - they nearly glow as he looks you over. It’s something to see - awe, tenderness, pride all in the twitches of his lips as his lips turn up with a smile.

“Sweets, will you touch me?” he asks. For such a big man, his voice is suddenly so small.

“Lee, I can’t-I haven’t…” you struggle to find the words.

“It’s alright, that’s alright,” he assures you, circling your wrist with his fingers still sticky from your arousal, and guiding them to the bulge in his trousers. You flinch, but don’t pull away, your arm tenses, but goes with the motion. He presses your palm against the solid length, pushing down to give him some relief. His hips press against you in return and once he’s sure you aren't going anywhere, he lets go of your wrist, then starts to undo the belt and button in quick movements. He tugs the waistband of his trousers and boxers down together, just to release his cock.

You feel the fabric move under your palm, but keep pressing against him, your hand sliding just slightly out of remembered instinct. When the fabric of his boxers slides away and you’re met with the heat of his cock, you gasp. Your hand wraps around him, fingers circling around his shaft to hold him and pulling a strangled moan from him.

“Shit-fuck,” he hisses. “Won’t be long.” He wraps his hand over yours, pulling your fist up and down over him while he pumps his hips into it. Precome drips down from the slit, easing the glide. 

His eyes close and he presses his temple to yours, his face pulls up in concentration, focusing on the pleasure, “You’re so soft, so sweet,” he rasps, “Want you so bad, want you all to myself.”

You can imagine it, if you’re ready to be totally honest, you have imagined it.

“Kiss me?” you whisper.

His lips meet yours roughly for a long press, then he tilts his head and licks at the seam of your lips, making you open up to him. His hand and yours start to speed up, he keeps guiding you up and down, just the slightest twist at the head with each stroke.

The kiss turns sloppy, more sharing air and pecks than anything as he spirals with the pleasure you’re helping to give him.

“You’re gonna -you’re gonna make me-” with a pained expression, he nudges you away, his hand stroking frantically as he leans over your sink until he starts to come, streaks hitting the porcelain as he chokes down groans. You watch his neck and face go red, trying not to watch, but you can’t help yourself and catch the way his cock twitches with his release, all swollen and red. You don’t think you could possibly blush more, but still fire burns underneath your skin.

When he finishes coming, he reaches for you again, pulling you into another hard kiss. “God, darlin’. Fuck,” he whispers while he attempts to catch his breath. “Fuck. Haven’t been tugged off like that since I was a deputy.” He chuckles, the laugh coming out in hard puffs of air.

You struggle to look at anything in the bathroom, eyes straying back to Lee, to his softening cock, to the come dripping slowly in the sink basin. Just then you hear the boys start to giggle and reality hits you again, making your chest seize up in panic.

“Oh, Lee. No,” you raise a hand to your mouth and quickly rush out the door, piecing your wardrobe back together as you walk back into the kitchen. You hear the water run in the bathroom and murmuring as Lee talks to himself.

Your movement must have distracted the boys because they manage to sound like a stampede heading toward you. You wipe at your nose and eyes as best you can before you turn to see what they want.

Both the boys pause, but it’s your son that speaks up, knowing how you look when you cry. “Momma, you alright?”

Lee exits the bathroom then, shirt tucked back in, belt and trousers back in place - only the flush from the neck up giving anything away. His eyes bore into you with heavy emotion that you are ashamed that you can read so well - concern, sympathy, desire. A mixture that you remind yourself you don’t deserve.

“Yeah, baby. I am. You know I get sad sometimes, I’ll be fine. Are you boys ready to say goodbye for tonight? I think it’s well past your bedtime.”

You grab Steven and fuss with his hair, with his messy shirt, and then turn him around and hold him against you like a tiny human shield. “Say thank you to the sheriff for fixing the projector and for letting Robert play.”

“Thank you, sir,” your son dutifully responds.

Lee can see what you’re doing and he’s not happy with it, his mouth going flat and shoulders heaving as you pressure him into leaving.

He just nods, then nudges at Robert’s shoulder, “Say thank you for indulging us.”

“Thank you,” Robert quietly says.

You send Steven down the hallway to get ready for bed, and then you follow behind as they step toward the door, Robert too tired from a full day of play to put up a fight. Lee opens the door to the back steps, telling Robert to be careful going down. When the boy starts down a few, Lee turns back to you.

Before you can react, he’s giving you another kiss, quick but meaningful. “We’re not done,” he whispers. 

“We are. Go home, Lee.”

He gives you a long look before stomping down the steps. “Til next time, Sweets.”

...

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker angst #lee bodecker fanfiction #hoedecker club #hoedecker cult #tdatt fanfiction #my writing #fic title so wrong #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader

[gotnofucks]

Possessive Lee Bodecker? Please? Maybe a little dark too? I miss your dark Lee so so much 😭😭😭

Warning: Dark!Lee x Reader, Forced Marriage, suggestive talking, 18+ only

Lee used to see a whore in every woman, but he saw an angel in this whore. She was called the Mary Magdalene of this club, both the virgin and the slut who got paid higher than any for her untouched hole.

There were bets placed every night, wondering who'd pay the Madam enough to finally pluck the cherry of this lamb who tantalizingly walked among the wolves.

No one could touch her pussy. They sucked on her breast and jizzed on her face, but they never tasted her nectar from her flower. That was sacred, kept pristine like a shrine. Her innocence that made men turn over backwards to have one night with her, that even if they couldn't be buried inside her, they were in her presence.

Lee's eyes knew the curves of her body so well that were he a painter he could have drawn her to perfection, identical to the last freckle on her body. He had had her in his arms more time than any other man, had pushed his thick cock into her mouth more than any other. He couldn't bear the thought of her with anyone else.

She was his. This angel was his whore. To be loved like a princess, fucked like a slut and admired like art. He would kill every other man who'd put a finger on his girl, and he'd keep paying the Madam double every night just to make sure she is never booked for anyone else.

He picked her up from the club like every other night and drove her to his home, watching her from the corner of his eye. She was so perfect. So magnificent to look at.

Most people thought that the Sheriff had her covered in his cum for all the hours he had her. Which he did, but more than that, he lived out a fantasy. He made her clean his house and cook for him, he had her do his laundry and draw him a bath.

It was a fantasy that almost every man in this godforsaken town had, but only he got to live. She's the girl one takes home to mama but fucks against the wall once the door is closed. It was a fantasy that Lee was determined to make a reality.

"You'll quit tomorrow. I'll take you to the club after lunch." He told her as he ate dinner she'd made for him.

She looked up from her own plate, startled. Lee was different than any of her clients. He never got too handsy down there, never left marks on her body like few other men did. She felt more like a housekeeper than a whore with him.

"Sheriff?" She asked, confused. "I don't understand"

Lee stood up and towered over her, leaning close and brushing back her hair.

"I'll not have other men look at you any further. You'll move in tomorrow, we'll marry next week. I'll manage the Madam if she creates a fuss." He said simply.

Her mouth dropped open and eyes widened in fear. She didn't want to marry and have a brood. She wanted money, money to escape this town and the toxic people who poisoned it's alleys. She wanted to go away and study, have a life.

"No. What are you saying?" She trembled, standing up to walk away when he caught her hand and pulled her flush to him. His protruding belly dug into her soft frame as he caged her against the table.

"I am saying that you'll be my wife by next week. Missus Bodecker will not be seen in and out of a whore club. I've got a reputation to keep." He growled, head dipping to place a soft, threatening kiss on her lips.

"Sheriff, I can't marry you. I am a whore!" She struggled in his hold and he grumbled in annoyance, her pitiful smacks doing nothing to him. It was easy to carry her to the bedroom and put her on his bed. Very soon to be their bed.

"You've waited this long, saved yourself for me. I'll not dishonour you by taking you without my ring on your finger. I'll make an honest woman out of you, give you my name and protection. You'll be mine. A whore, yes, but only my whore."

She cried as he pinned her down with his heavy body, his sweet breath that tasted of chocolate fanning over her mouth.

"Please Sheriff, I don't want this. Let me go. I'll not tell anyone, no one would believe a whore anyway. I'll leave town tomorrow." She begged and Lee chuckled against her, mashing his face between her soft breast and imagining them filling with sweet milk that will sustain his kids.

"Leave town? Darlin', you are not even leaving this room until you're mine. As if I'd ever let anyone rip you away from me." He said nuzzling her neck.

She swatted at him, pushed against his shoulder as his hard length pulsed against her thigh. He smothered her with his presence, forced her to look him in his eyes that burnt for her.

"You're tempting me to tame you honey, and I want to wait. I want to wait to take the prize you've hidden between your legs. But keep wiggling like this and I'll make a proper slut out of you. Do you want that?" He threatened softly, grounding his hips into her and felt her shiver.

"No, please." She sobbed.

He smiled at her, pulling her close in the warmth of his body, making her a prisoner of his affection and desire.

"Maybe we'll marry tomorrow after all, waiting a week would be a torture even I wouldn't inflict on anyone."

#dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x reader #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker #hoedecker club

[boxofbonesfic]

#hoedecker sound off Is a tag I want you to use more and I will 100% follow it. 1 to be a hoe for our sheriff. 2 because I just snorted so hard reading it, I need that energy in my life.

-🐛

LMAO THANK YOU NONNIE

like on one hand... acab. but on the other.... sheriff daddy fucking you on the hood of his squad car, and hushing your complaints with "Shhh, s'awright, darlin'. What're they gonna do, call me?"

#ask the bones #🐛 nonnie #hoedecker sound off

[chasingmidnights]

I love how this turned out!

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[foxgloveprincess]

hi!! maybe something with a softdark!lee bodecker - i’ll be happy with anything you write 🥺♥️ n if you need a title then maybe ‘wrong in the sweetest ways’

Wrong In The Sweetest Ways

Summary: Ready for your date at the drive-in, you stumble across something in the alley across the street—something you probably weren’t meant to see.

Words: 562

Warnings: Dark, Violence (Non-graphic, but describing the aftermath), Possessiveness, Yandere (maybe?), Gets a little steamy at the end. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Well I just woke up today and wrote this down. Worth mentioning that every time I write Lee Bodecker, my head starts speaking in a Southern accent and I can’t help it. Thanks for sending this request in @kleohoneyao3 💜

I’m still accepting requests in my inbox, if you wanna send in prompts or made up fic titles or whatever.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. 

This is not Beta’d and hardly edited, so all mistakes are my own.

Enjoy!

Tagging: @slothspaghettiwrites @gotnofucks @chubbybuckydumpling 

“Sheriff Bodecker?” you call out, stepping down the alley, the dull yellow light from one lone lamp illuminating the back of a hunched figure and a lump on the ground.

Shoulders sag, the figure turning to reveal the man you’ve come to know quite well the past couple years since you moved to Meade. Ever since he started coming to the candy store where you worked. Once a week, like clockwork, to get a bag of candy with his sweet smile and charming drawl. And if you ‘accidentally’ added an extra scoop to his bag each week—well the owner, Mr. Perkins, never needed to know.

Your eyes glance down to the lump, wheezing on the ground and your mouth dries, seeing splashes of blood and a broken face—one you recognize far too well.

“Is,” you swallow thickly and point a shaking finger at the man on the ground, “Is that Tim Dockins?”

Your stuttered question does not elicit an answer from the sheriff, his eyes far too focused on drinking in your outfit. Each piece selected carefully for your date tonight, trying your best to impress—seems like the sheriff is mighty appreciative of it, though he wasn’t on your mind when you picked it out.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he explains instead, wiping the back of his knuckles against the leg of his pants. His tongue darts out, licking over his lips as his smile widens. “You sure do look pretty as a picture, don’tcha.”

“Tim was supposed to take me to the drive-in tonight.” Your eyes cast another glance at the man on the ground, his hair mussed and nose crooked in a way it never was before. You cringe back, even as he starts to groan and make an attempt to crawl toward the brick wall of the alley.

“He ain’t gonna be able to do that,” Lee says, tone full of mocking delight as he glances over his shoulder and chuckles at the pathetic figure. “But I sure can.” His crystal eyes turn back and bore into you, glinting in the dingy light—some unnamed desire burning hot and bright.

Sheriff Bodecker steps forward while you shuffle a step back, nerves pricking with a sense of danger. Mind racing, you glance behind you to the street and the safety of your apartment block. Wondering if you want to make a run for it.

But it’s the sheriff, a man you’ve grown fond of, who’s come into the store some days and just managed to make everything better without realizing it. Your feet stop moving, refusing to continue your shuffle back. Teeth sinking into your lower lip as you mull over your conundrum.

Sheriff Bodecker doesn’t stop, approaching slowly, confidently. His hands rest on his buckle until he’s right before you, one hand reaching out to delicately grasp your wrist, the other smoothing up your arm toward your cheek.

“Why’d you beat up Tim?” you ask, voice hushed and frightened of the answer, yet a thrilling shiver rockets up your spine as the sheriff cups your cheek and grins at you, face leaning so close it would only take the slightest tilt of your chin to brush your lips against his.

“Ain’t no one gonna put their hands on my girl,” he drawls, voice syrupy sweet in your ear, husky and dripping with lust.

#my writing #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker x reader #hoedecker club #hoedecker cult #it’s the dang candy ya’ll #mild violence #soft!dark lee bodecker #yandere vibes #reader insert #18+

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Concept: Mr. Lee Bodecker tearing the town apart to find the person who dared hurt or wrong his wife, coming home knuckles bloodied but completely soft for her. I'm just a hoe for protective Lee

You and me both Nonnie love 🤤

Hardware Trouble

Let's say you work at the local hardware store (I don't know somewhere different) and you're pretty used to men coming in and being rude.

They question your knowledge about supplies and materials, despite the fact you've worked there since you were old to be left alone.

But mostly they are all just talk and end up buying what you say anyway.

Except this one asshole.

He's apart of the big crew that was brought in to help building the new neighborhood on the south side of town.

The guy comes around once a week to restock supplies and seems to have made it his personal missions to harass you.

Now, you can handle the shop talk bullshit, but you've got your limits!

"Hey, doll face, get that fine ass out here. I need something pretty to look at while I order supplies."

"Girlie, why don't ya go put on your face. Maybe then ya'll get a man."

"Well, fuck me, ain't that a view."

Words can hurt, the comments make you uncomfortable, but you keep them to yourself.

The last time you mentioned to Lee a guy was bothering you, he came into the store with a broken nose the next day.

It was just bad for business.

But the slap to your backside while you are trying to restock shelves followed by

"Fuck me, that's fat ass can clap."

was the last straw.

You don't cry, nope, not a single tear was shed.

In front of that jackass.

You do however cry when Lee picks you for a date later that night.

"Why ya cryin' babydoll? C'mon quit your blubberin' tell Daddy what's wrong?"

Well you do, and you know what will happen, but you really just can't keep this bottled up anymore.

To Lee's credit, he doesn't fly into a blind rage. He pulls ya in to hug, tells you he loves more than life it's self, and asks if you still wanna go the drive in.

And you have a great date, Lee treats you to one of the best orgasms of your life and you share a snow cone.

It's after he kisses you goodnight, makes sure you lock the door, and are all tucked in, that he lets the rage boil over.

Lee heads over to the bar in town where all the construction workers are known to tie one on.

The locals in town know he doesn't drink, hasn't touched the bottle since he got with you, so seeing him walk up to the bar tonight sets off all kinds of bells.

But the crew doesn't quit their drinking and hollering. It's payday and they want to have a good time.

You gave Lee the guy's name when you were telling him about your ordeal. It doesn't even take five minutes of sipping on his Pepsi for the fucker to slide up next to him at the bar start demanding things from the bartender.

Lee slide a small wad of cash to the bartender, payment for all the trouble he's about to cause, and he sees the other man rest his hand on the shotgun behind the counter.

"You gotta problem keepin' your hands to yourself, mister?"

"Or do you just think harassin' my woman is acceptable?"

The dumb shit isn't given time to answer before Lee cracks his skull against the bar top.

And Lee beats the ever living shit out of this fuck. He warns the rest of the fuckers in the bar that he's the law around here.

The next morning, Lee stops by the hardware store, knuckles all busted up and bruised, a pretty nasty cut on his lip where he took a right hook.

"You shouldn't be having any more problems with them construction workers, babylove."

And maybe Lee doesn't mind fucking people up for his best gal when she treats him real nice afterwards, cooing and loving on him while taking care of him in the ways only she can.

#sloth asks #a sloth writes #lee bodecker #lee bodecker headcanon #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x reader #sheriffy daddy #sheriff lee bodecker #hoedecker

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[chubbybuckydumpling]

hi i ran out of lee bodecker ficsss, do you have any recommendations, love? :)

Well, I of course have to go with my babies @gotnofucks , @slothspaghettiwrites and @mypoisonedvine ! They have an incredible range of Lee fics and drabbles!

The amazing @foxgloveprincess and @navegandoaciegas have some too!

And of course I have to mention my own Lee fic!

You can find all these fics in the tagged peoples’ master lists :) any more recommendations, anyone?

Edit: ahh yes, how could I forget @not-a-great-writer when I’m literally reading their series?

I also forgot my literal baby @winteralpine Everyone go check her out for she is a literal goddess and I’m in love with her

#hoedecker #hoedecker club #hoedecker cult

[sweetdreamsbuck]

Petition to clone Sebs until every Hoedecker has their very own Lee. I could never get enough of that belly and sharing our love of sweets 🥰

mmm i love this idea😌 he's what we need

#sweet sweet asks <3 #my lee baby #hoedeckers are my favorite seb fans

[navybrat817]

Steve Kemp and Sheriff Daddy are the biggest read flags EVER. But i give a fuck? Nope, they jjst need to call my name and i will be there.

I get it, nonnie. You know you should stay away, but the 😻 or 🍆 wants what it wants. We should have a "red flag" character group. 😂

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #anon ask #steve kemp #lee bodecker #steve kemp ask #lee bodecker ask #basement wife #basement wives unite #hoedeckers unite #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[sweeterthanthis]

If there's one man's dick i'd nurse like a paci until the end of time it's bodecker's. Count me in on the hoedecker train. Choo choo bitch. basement wife #1. Btw my absolute favorite bodecker fic is your lee x reader x rockstar bucky. They should plan a concert in lee's town, see where that takes them 😏

Listen, we are totally on the same page. A lifetime of servitude on my knees for that man isn't enough. Thank you so much 💓

@navybrat817 has encouraged a filthy idea in the past for a sequel, and I'm not gonna lie to you, it's tempting.

Imagine, its been almost 9 months since you were last in town. Bucky's played his show. You're back at the motel, exhausted, yet still riding the buzz of a debauched evening.

Neither of you really happen to think of the encounter with the Sheriff all those months ago. Until he comes knocking, that is. Because he thinks about it. He thinks about it a lot. About what those soft lips can do, and all the things he could've done but didn't....

#lau answers #asks are always open