#hoedecker cult

[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

[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

#hoedecker #hoedecker club #hoedecker cult #lee bodecker x you #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #sebastian stan #smut #send help

[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+

[gotnofucks]

Lmao I didn’t know we were a cult! I always wanted to join one! I’d spread my legs for daddy Bodecker any day :D

Daddy approves...🙈

#dibs answers #apparently we're a cult now #hoedecker club

[slothspaghettiwrites]

alpha lee finding you in the woods and taking you for his own,

I've never written A/B/O please be gentle to me 😂 (I'm making a lot of assumptions about culture and omega biology in this) (also some tags - alpha!Lee, ✨claiming ✨, some smut, too much plot)

Running

You were running. Even though you knew the woods around here like the back of your hand, knew what animals would be around, what paths to avoid, every rustle of leaves and snap of twig set your teeth of edge. It was past curfew for unmated omegas, you weren't supposed to be wandering the streets with out an alpha family member with you. It wasn't safe, and you knew that, you knew you should have just let the law deal with your daddy's barfly tendencies, but you couldn't stand another night of your mama's rancid, fungal scent. She acted like she had already put him six feet under, wailing into the night.

So in all your rage and righteousness, you put on your daddy's thickest coat and hat and broke curfew to go drag his useless ass home.

But a coat alone can't hide the scent of an unmated omega. The moment you entered dingey smoke filled bar, every head turned, alpha and beta alike. Worst of all, your daddy weren't there. Not that there could be any lingering scent of him left in place so filled with testosterone and cigarette smoke. You were on a mission though. Head held high you walked right up to the bartender and demanded know where you daddy was.

"He ain't ever here this early kid. You'd be better off callin' someone to get ya on home now."

"Well if he ain't here, then where the fuck is he?"

"Probably the whore house."

A hand wrapped around the collar of your coat and you nearly jumped out of you skin when you stepped back into huge wall of drunken alpha scent. You were in way over your head now, the bartender all but growled at the men surrounding you, trying to force them down, alcohol makes warriors and fools of everyone. The moment his hand left yours, even if it was to call the sheriff's department, you knew you were a goner. At the press of nose into your hair, you bolted, slipping out of the jacket and racing away that den of sin.

And... And that just broke your little omega heart. Bonded Alpha's don't do that. They ain't supposed to do that. As sweat pricked the back of your neck and your scent turned sour, the alphas standing next to you pushed further in, even the bartender reached out and grabbed your hand. Fear spiked in your blood, there's a rush of adrenaline triggered by something in their scents and you had the urge to run.

Hell at that point you weren't even sure if you were being chased. Your were panicked, every fiber of your being saying run, run, run and you couldn't argue with that cause your omega was practically screeching at you to find safety. You couldn't even hear the shouting from the real world, calling your name into the darkness.

Your foot caught an exposed root. The ground was wet, cold, almost smelling like your house because of your mama's scent and the whine that leaft your lips was pitiful and completely lost of all your anger and sense of justice.

"Omega."

"You're safe, Omega," his alpha voice washed over you and for the first time you're breathing evenly enough you could smell him.

Alpha. An alpha was standing near you, a flashlight beam pointed right in your eyes and even when you squint you can't tell who it is. That only makes the instinct to run double. You scrambled away in the dirt, but your ankles was still caught in that root and your chest felt like it was about to explode and-

And you're just fucking gone. It's everything - your favourite season, favourite candy, that favourite memory for your childhood you can't help but smile at when it comes to mind, he smelled exactly like what you thought heaven would smell like. When his warm hand wraps around your ankle you practically melted into the touch, a weak noise coming out the back of your throat.

He doesn't let go of you and you don't ask him to. The flashlight is turned off and your bathed in darkness, the sound of your racing heart and the impossible scent of the alpha were overloading your senses, but the one thing that sticks out was your omega chanting alpha, alpha, alpha, over and over again in your ear like she's standing right next to you.

"Omega."

He said your designation like he owned it and you couldn't bring yourself to be mad. He pulled on your ankle, dragging you across the dirt and leaves making you whimper at the show of strength. You'd seen loads of alphas who had more muscle than brains, but this, this was so completely different to that.

He scents you right there, shoved his nose into your neck and the rush of cool air against your damp skin made you shudder. Even when his big hand wrapped around neck, holding you in place so he could drown in your scent and smear his all over you, there was no part of you that was scared. Everything about his scent was pure adoration, pleasure, and something you just couldn't place.

Slick pooled in your underwear, and you found yourself licking your lips. Your heat was weeks away yet, but you felt those same urges, the need to bare your throat and belly while also presenting to your alpha.

Your Alpha.

The word's stuck in your scent drunk brain. Maybe it was because the alpha was sucking on the tiny scent gland behind your ear, maybe it was because his other hand was pulling your clothes off and despite the chill you felt like your body was on fire anywhere he touched. You didn't stop him when he touched you, you didn't stop him when he undid his trousers, you didn't stop him when his thick fingers spread you open.

You couldn't stop the words and sounds spilling from your lips as the alpha smeared your slick over his cock, only gets more smug and aroused with every passing movement. He hasn't even knotted you yet, hasn't even taken your virginity, but he growling and purring the most possessive things you've ever heard.

"Mine, my omega, fuckin' most beautiful thing on earth, gonna knot you so good, make ya scream my name. No one is ever gonna touch you again. All mine. So fuckin' wet for your alpha. Can't wait. Next time, next time I'll have ya in my big ole bed. Next time omega-mine."

Your omega couldn't handle this rush of feelings, it's all so much and not enough at the same time. Your begging your alpha for anything, he just needed to make it better. Anything to make it better.

His cock sank into your soaked cunt and his teeth into your neck. A rush of endorphins coursed though you, your omega suddenly quiet and sated and purring, making your mind go all kinds fuzzy. It's only then you feel the star on his chest, his smooth cheeks and wets lips lap at your neck you but all you could think about was that you'd just let the most dangerous alpha in the county claim you.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

#sloth asks #a sloth writes #lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #alpha!lee bodecker #abo dynamics #a/b/o dynamic #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker fic #hoedecker #hoedecker club #hoedecker cult

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Give me a hand to hold and skin to taste

Give me a hand to hold and skin to taste

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: smut, monster fucking, very minor gore, pet names (pup, puppy), lil bit of blood, dub con (just to be safe)

Relationships: Demon!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2356

Summary: You make a crossroads deal and get more than you bargined for. 

A/N: oh my god. i’m actually publishing something new for everyone. biggest fucking thank you to @gotnofucks​​ for beta reading this for me, cause honestly i’m not sure i’d be sharing it without her. now excuse while i continue to snort at my own moodboard. 

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform.

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The old cigar box was heavy in my hand, filled with nothing but a photo, my grandfather’s old ring, and my last hope of living at all. I didn’t know what else to do so I dug my hole, dead center in the gravel road. The box’s faded oranges and red still stood out in the dark, moonlit crossing. I pulled the jar of dirt from my bag and gagged when I opened the lid. It was more from the memory of digging up a grave of someone I didn’t even know than the musty smell. Compared to the gravel, this dirt was dark, wet still somehow, and hopefully filled with demonic powers. 

I covered my box up and waited… and waited until my knees no longer felt the gravel beneath them. I stood on shaky legs, berating myself for even believing that this shit was real. God doesn’t exist, why would demons? Of course, this wouldn’t work and now my last remaining valuables were probably ruined. I tossed the disgusting jar away in frustration as the tears started to fall, the darkness of the night blurred around me before turning to a blinding light.

To my left, red lights flashed and I squinted against the glare of them. 

“Shit,” I muttered.

The officer got out of the vehicle, not even bothering to turn off his light. His feet crunched under the rocks and his keys jingled with every step. Time slowed as Sheriff Bodecker stepped into the center of the crossroads. He looked me up and down before his face split into a sinister grin under the pulsing red light. 

“Well, I never expected to see you out here, little darlin’.”

I tried to play it off, making a scoffing sound that was more wet and pathetic than my intention.

“What’re ya talking about Sheriff? Can’t a girl just go for a walk at night?” I scrubbed my cheeks clear of any evidence of crying.

“Mmm, don’t play dumb, girl. Ya know what you did,” he rested his hands on his hips and licked his lips. 

“I threw a jar?”

Playing dumb was exactly what I planned on doing. I may want to throw my soul away to a demon, but I wasn’t about to risk getting arrested and thrown in jail. I’d lose my job, be kicked out of my crummy apartment. I had nowhere else to go. Who cared if that made sense or not? I just knew I needed to get away from the sheriff before he found out what I had really done.

He licked his lips again and I saw it then, his tongue. Stained red and inhumanly long, there was no way that could fit in a regular mouth. I gulped, suddenly aware of my tongue trying to fall back into my throat. 

“Aw, there it is darlin’, you puttin’ it all together with that dumb little brain of yours?”

“No… you’re not a… you’re the sheriff.”

He hummed, “you’d be surprised what people’ll do, what they’d give up, to not get arrest round here.”

His flesh began to expand and rip and fall away to reveal deep red skin that shined in the flashing cruiser light. The muscles in his body bulged until the clothes he wore stretched to their limits around this new hulking form. The air sizzled and popped with the smell of what could only be described as brimstone. A set of dark horns erupted from the front of his skull just as the sound of fabric ripping made me jump. Of all the things happening before me, that was the final nail in the coffin that what I believed to be true was actually a lie. The world fell to ash around me as our elected sheriff revealed his true form. I flinched when he rolled his shoulders and his hat fell to the ground. 

"That better for ya darlin'?" He grinned, flashing a set of sharpened teeth. "Meat suit gets a bit tight."

All I could see was red, and red, and more red, while my mind warred with my body about what to do. I had come too far. The longer I looked at him, the more certain I was that I'd gone insane. I'd just watch a man’s flesh fall off of his body to reveal a new one. That shouldn't have been possible, I was having some sort of delusion. But then I saw the flash of something on his finger, a ring that wasn't there before. My eyes flicked down to my box, my covered up, undisturbed box in a hole in the middle of a crossroads that I dug and refilled with graveyard dirt.

"I, look Sh-sheriff, I-" 

"Oh I'm looking darlin'," he moved like he was stalking prey until his belly was nearly close enough to brush up against the side of my arm. I could feel the hair on my head move as he inhaled. "Now, what's a pretty little thing like you summonin' a demon for hmm? You ain't been in any trouble, ya got a decent boring job," he inhaled again like he could smell my secrets. "Oh honey, you didn't call me here just for that did ya?"

"I-I don't know what else to do."

The words slipped over my tongue and past my lips. The weight of living utterly alone, of having no one, forced my shoulders to slump, bearing down anew as the sheriff mocked my own pathetic life. I couldn't even remember the last time I felt the touch of another person, heard a kind word from someone. I tried to make friends, had tried all my life, but nothing stuck. I was too weird or too boring, or maybe just so unbearably sad that even when offered my body boys would scrunch up their noses in disgust. I had nothing else of value to offer.

When his clawed hand wrapped around the back of my neck the floodgates opened. I sobbed into his chest, clung to a demon for comfort I hadn't felt in years. I just needed a friend, someone to call on or go to lunch with, anyone who would acknowledge my existence. I needed to know I wasn't left on this earth just to be buried. 

"This ain’t how it normally works," he sounded annoyed, but I still felt the warmth of a second monstrous hand on my back. "C'mon now, sweetheart, you're makin' even me feel bad, and that's fuckin' saying something. You fuckin' reek a lonely."

"You would too if you were me," I sniffled.

"Darlin' I've been alone on this godforsaken pile a dirt for centuries. You quit your lollygaggin’ around and tell me who ya want so we can get this deal signed, sealed, and delivered. I got shit to do."

I looked up at the demon, his grey eyes a stark light around blackness, "whaddya mean?"

"This sorta deal requires you to pick another person, I'd suggest a man, but whatever floats your boat darlin'."

What did he mean pick? I couldn't pick someone, I barely knew anybody anymore. Thoughts of an old high school lab partner or maybe the nice girl at the coffee shop surfaced, but I couldn't even remember their names. Panic rose in my gut and I thought I was going to be sick all over again. The comforting hand on my back did nothing to calm my racing heart. 

I stepped back from the sheriff and stared at him, hard, tried to control my breathing while I came to terms with myself. I had no one, that's why I was here and now he was demanding I just... just pick someone? Suddenly the idea of choosing someone, of forcing someone, who didn’t know me, who I didn’t know, to be by my side felt wrong. My gaze caught on my grandfather's ring, how it looked wrapped around rugged red flesh and how normal it looked. The choice was made.

"You."

"What?"

"I pick you."

Something sinister shifted in his demeanor, the sheriff threw his head back and laughed, full-bellied, his soft flesh shaking in the red light. The star pinned to his shirt glinted and nearly came off when he inhaled, massive chest expanding. I looked at him, unable to stop more tears from coming out. I wasn't as scared of the demon sheriff as I was of being lonely forever.

"Jesus Christ on cracker, darlin’," he picked me up like a ragdoll by the shoulders and dropped me on top of the cruiser. “You serious?”

When I just nodded, unable to take my eyes off the blackness that surround his steely irises. He laughed again with enough force I could feel the cruiser shake beneath me. The panic that he would toss me off the vehicle and drive away, leaving me alone and unfulfilled, brought back the churning feeling in my gut. His hands landed on my knees, clawed fingers plucking at the weave of my dress and I felt a heat rise in my cheeks. 

“Aw honey, you wanna bind yourself to me for all eternity? Ya wanna be my pet? Follow me around like some kinda sick puppy until the end a days?”

“I-I can’t be al-alone anymore.”

Something slid around my leg and I ripped my gaze away from Lee to see a tail caressing my skin. A tiny, indiscernible noise came out of me. Heat erupted across my face and body. His touch lit my skin on fire in a way that I’d never felt before, goosebumps littered every inch of my skin. I could feel every hair on my body rise up at the attention. My fingers gripped the hood of the cruiser. 

“Look at that, you already make lil puppy sounds,” he spread my legs, fingers digging into my skin as pressed his body to mine. I was drowning in aftershave and the smell of fire. “What other sounds you gonna make for me?”

His lips tasted like cinnamon candies and copper, but I leaned into anyway, letting him do what he wanted to me. The hands on my knees slide up my thighs, hiking the skirt up with it and revealing my skin to the night air. Claws dug into my hips and I gasped, his true intention coming through when his tongue thrust into my open mouth. I choked, couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to make it fit, and when he pulled away, the wet smile on his face told me he liked that. 

The sound of fabric being ripped echoed in the darkness around us. I looked down to see my dress in shreds, only held together by two clawed fists. He attacked me again with his lips, grinding his body into mine until it was all I could do to just hold on. A need burned in my core, begging for something I didn’t even know I needed. My teeth gnawed at my bottom lip while the demon gnawed at the skin of my throat, marking me with his sharp teeth. 

“Sh-sheriff,” I whimpered, only to yelp moments later when his tail whipped my sex. 

“C’mon, pup, I wanna hear all those pretty little sounds,” his hot breath fanned across my neck. “I wanna hear ya scream my name.”

My panties were moved to the side and I shuddered, “Can-can I touch you?”

“Such a good little girl,” he purred, nipping my skin again before pulling my hands off the cruiser. 

He brought my trembling hands to his belt, ordered me to open his pants and take him out, to feel his big cock in my grip before he ruins me. It was hot, like touching an iron rod straight from the fire and I couldn’t help but shake my head. It was big, flared at the end and new fear shot through me, more than his tail or teeth ever had. He was going to rip me in two. 

“Fuck, gimme a squeeze honey, just like that. Don’t close your eyes now, you wanna be mine, all a ya is gonna be mine.”

The weeping head poking through my folds, sealing our deal. I would be blessed with Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s companionship for all my life and damnation after. I screamed his name, just like he asked when he split me in half with his cock. My body was on fire, I scratched and clawed at his skin, trying to release some of the ache inside me. I couldn’t hold back the moans and screams he yanked from my body with each thrust of his hips into my sex. His tail wrapped around my waist, holding me up when my strength fading. 

“There ya go, pup, just relax and I’ll take good care a ya. Fuck, your pussy feels good. Too damn long since I had my own lil piece a heaven. So wet, practically milkin’ me. Want you cum on my dick, honey, wanna feel it. C’mon, let go for me. You can do it.”

His lips found my slack mouth and his thumb found my clit. I could feel it rising in me again. That pulsing need grew and grew and threatened to consume me in the same way Lee did. The sounds pouring from my mouth grew higher until I wasn’t making any sounds, gasping for breath while I was hurdled towards release. If he ripped me in half, my orgasm was melding me back together, my body seizing up only for a wave of euphoria to release all the tension from my body. I slumped against his shoulder, thankful he was more than strong enough to hold me up, even without the tail. He continued to pound me, claws digging into my flesh until I was sure I was bleeding. His teeth sank into my shoulder when his cock swelled and spilled into my used body. With the feel of his heat warming my womb, something snapped inside me, pulling me out of my haze only to dunk me headfirst into something even headier and trance-like. 

“Don’t cry, puppy, ya got all a eternity to get used my cock.”

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Hoe thought: daddy Lee fucking you in the backseat of his car whilst responding to the radio and telling you to keep quiet 🤤

🤤 oh sweet sweet Nonnie, you sent me this right as I was about to start work so I've been sitting on his dick this hoe thought all day! 🤤

Rain pounded down on to the roof of the cruiser. The thunder rolled in the background, electricity in the air and the back seat. Lee was supposed to be driving you home from work before he started yet another night shift. Being with the Sheriff had its benefits, but the demand of the job kept him away from home more than you'd liked.

Which is what lead you to situations like this. Desperate for his touch and love in the back seat of the cruiser. Your skirt was punched up around your waist and the buttons of your shirt torn open to reveal the sexy lingerie you wore just for him. Lee peeled off your panties and shoved then into his pocket so he could stroke himself with them later.

Thick fingers parted your soaked folds and a devilish tongue teased your clit. Your nails raked through his short hair, pulling him closer to your core. You bit back a moan, even on the deserted back road you were worried about being caught.

"Goddamn Bunny Baby, been dreamin' bout this sweet pussy for days. I wanna hear you moanin' my name."

The man was trying to ruin the back seat of his cruiser with your juices. He didn't stop after your first orgasm or your second, not until you were screaming his name and begging for his cock.

"You ready Bunny? You wanna be full a my cock?"

You nodded weakly, how this man had so much self control was beyond your understanding. Just looking at him with his badge and hat on, hand resting on his gun was enough to ruin your panties. And God the way his fat cock made you lose all thought was best kind of drug. The stretch, the feeling of being full and connected with this man was intoxicating.

"Fuck, such a slut for me ain'tcha? Cock hungry lil-

"We got any Smokeys in the Knockemstiff area? Got reports of 18 wheeler being run off the road."

Lee didn't stop pounding into when he answered the radio, only slowing enough to lean over to grab the controller from the dash.

"I'm in the area, where's the bulldog?"

He hit a particularly sweet spot inside, causing you whimper. Lee smirked at you, before pulling your panties from his pocket and shoving them past your lips, muffling any further sound you'd make.

"I can be at there in about 15 minutes. Gonna need any traffic control or medical attention?"

You could barely focus on breathing, let alone stringing together a sentence. How could Lee be doing his job right now?

"10-4, I'll let ya know if I need back up."

The radio was clicked off and tossed back into the front seat.

"We got five minutes Bunny Baby, let's see how many more times I can make ya scream for me."

Trucker lingo, fucking in the cruiser, dirty sheriff daddy 🥵🥴🥵🥴🥵🥴

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What if you got arrested one day by daddy Lee and he offers to let you go if you let him take you in the back of his cruiser

Hoho, yessssss Nonnie

Warnings: 18+, smut, handcuffs, wine induced insanity on my part

Busted Taillight

The windows were down, Johnny Cash's playing on the radio, you drove with out a care in the world down the back roads of Knockemstiff on that sunny afternoon. But then a flash of red in the review mirror of your old jallopy brought reality crashing back to the vehicle. You were in fact not on your way to Jackson.

You pulled over and cut the engine. You cranked the window down and set your purse on your lap and waited. Fear settling in your stomach as the officer approached your vehicle.

"Ma'am do you know why I pulled ya over?"

Your heart jumped into your throat. Sheriff Bodecker.

"I, um, no sir, I don't know why."

"Well I'm gonna need to see your license, Miss."

"It's Mrs, Sheriff. I must insist you tell me why you stopped me."

Your voice was firm despite your nerves. The sheriff was an intimidating man, but you had rights. You watched his eyes look away from your face, eyes narrowing at how you clutched you purse.

"Ya got a busted taillight, but now I'm not sure your fit to drive. Step outta the car Mrs."

As he stepped back and you got out of the vehicle. The sun light glared off his badge, blinding you.

"Sheriff is this really necessary for an ole busted taillight?"

"Ya keep sassin' me and I'll take ya down to the station."

"That is completely unreasonable," you raise your hands up. "I have places to be, if you ain't arrestin' me, I'll be on my way."

The handcuffs were slapped around your wrists and the sheriff pressed you against the door to your car. You held in your whine at the rough treatment, your mind struggling to grasp the situation.

"Now, I think you really only got one place to be. Let's go."

He hauled you up and forced you to the cruiser as you pleaded for him to let you go. You tried reasoning, apologizing, and now you were beggin'.

"Please, Sheriff Bodecker, ya can't arrest me, my husband'll have my hid. Please I'll do anything."

And that's how you ended up being fucked with in an inch of your life in the backseat of Sheriff Bodecker's cruiser. He pulled at the handcuffs he refused to take off, forcing you back onto his thick cock. Every thrust forced your further inside the hot car. Sweat pours from your forehead onto the leather seat as as he pounded you. You were so close, could feel you legs turning to jelly as you edge closer to cumming.

"Goddamn, darlin', do your husband know what a fuckin' whore you are? That you'd let another man stick his dick in your cunt just so you wouldn't get in trouble? You really are slut, huh? I can feel your dumb pussy squeezin' me. Are you gonna cum darlin'? Cum all over my dick."

You wailed when you finally came, knees nearly giving out. Sheriff Bodecker's hips stuttered, before finally slamming home inside of you, his cock twitching inside your pussy. You barely even noticed when the handcuffs were removed and his soft cock slipped out of you.

"Ya really gotta pick better times for this Honey," Lee pulled the handkerchief from his back pockets and cleaned you up before tossing it over your head.

"But the weather was so good for a drive," you smiled when he pulled you up from the vehicle and adjusted your skirt.

"I think," he kissed your lips finally. "You're just hoping we get caught."

"Mmm maybe a little," you kissed him again. "Ya keepin' my panties then Sheriff?"

"You have your thrills Darlin' and I have mine. Now get on home, I expect dinner at six sharp." He smacked your bottom.

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Hoe thought the second: last time Lee showed reader how to blow him one this time he shows her to touch herself 👉🏻👈🏻

YAAASSSSSSS - SHERIFF DADDY, INNOCENCE KINK, AGAIN WITH CANDY PET NAMES, MASTURBATION.

Ever since that night at the drive in you'd become a bit obsessed with Lee's cock, or more specifically with how it made you feel. The rippling sensations that shot through you when he cupped your cheek just brushing his finger around your stretched lips, said those dirty things to you in his sweet voice, or even when he moaned, releasing into your mouth - all of those things made you feel something, deeply and passionately and like you were on the verge of something spectacular.

Tonight, after having Lee over for dinner at your quaint little abode, you realised just what that spectacular thing was.

"Sugar Baby," he came up behind you while you cut slices of pie for dessert. "I been thinkin'."

"About ice cream?" You giggled.

"Mmm," his hands gripped your waist and tugged you back against his soft body. "No, I've been thinkin' about how I like watchin' your sweet little mouth work me over, but you ain't ever let me return the favour."

"I-I don't," you faltered, heat rising up your neck to you cheeks. "Lee, that ain't - you don't wanna - I ain't ever-"

"Never what Love Heart?" He smirked against you skin before peppering your neck with soft kisses.

Lee just assumed you never let a man touch your sweet pussy before. He loved the idea that he was ruining you, taking your innocence into his blood stained hands and cleansing himself body and soul with it.

"Well, you know, I've never, um, even," you cleared your throat, "touched myself."

You tried to focus on plating up slices when you said the words, but your hands were shaking. Lee stiffened behind you, letting out a low moan.

"Oh well we can't have that now can we, Honey?"

Lee pulled you over to the couch and sat you down. Then he was off, getting a chair from the small dining table and setting it in front of you close enough that your knees touched. His eyes roved over your body, eating up the sight of your flustered state.

"Pull your skirt up Sweetheart, yeah just like that. I wanna see your panties."

You hand trembled, Lee's tone left no room for arguement.

"You wear that pretty pair for me?"

His eyes were glued to the junction of your thighs, making you squirm at the attention. You nodded, of course you wore your nicest clothes around Lee. He was an important man about town and you didn't want to make a bad impression. Those pair just made you feel womanly, even a bit desirable.

"Slide your little fingers over the center real gentle like, Honey, you wanna treat yourself real sweet."

"I can see how worked up your getting Sugar Baby, slide your panties off, c'mon, don't get all shy on me."

"Fuck look at you, knew you'd have sweet pussy. Look at what you're doin' to me."

It's only when Lee takes his own cock in hand that you started to feel confident. The shaking stopped and the feeling, the aching, in your center started to cloud your thoughts. Lee's encouragement and instructions continued to guide you while your eyes were locked on his big hand moving up and down his shaft.

That edge of something otherworldly was almost in your grasp, but the closer you got to it the more and more worried you got. What was going to happen? What would Lee think?

"Lee," you whimpered.

"Fuck, yeah, Sweetheart, I wanna hear you sayin' my name when you cum. C'mon now, just let go for your Sugar Daddy, I wanna see those pussy lips drippin' your sweet honey for me."

Lee's hand was moving faster over his cock, so you moved your fingers faster against your bud, wanting to do as he did.

One moment later you were soaring past the wonderful feeling that having Lee's cock in your mouth gave you and tumbling over the edge. The muscles in your lower body tensed and euphoria washed over you. Hands suddenly clamped onto your knees and pushed them further apart. Lee looked up at you with a wild smile on his lips. He ran his thumb through your dripping folds, brushing up against your still quaking entrance and bud. As his thumb disappeared into his mouth, a little whine passed your lips. He let it loose with a pop.

"Your sweeter than any pie, Sugar Baby."

Sorry this took so long (and for the errors), I've been slowly working on it when my brain was at Hoedecker capabilities. Please enjoy this sexy honey gif.

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Bad Moon Rising

Story Rating: Mature

Warnings: Light smut, kissing and chest touching, implied sexual content, slight daddy kink, obsessive behaviors, implied stalking, gambling, minor violence, smoking, kinda dark (?), 4 AM crack fic

Relationships: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Word Count: 3806

Summary: Lee's heard a rumor about a new person in town. It's crazy how much life can change in just a day. 

A/N: And the award for worst summary goes to... me. It's Friday the 13th, 2020. I woke up at 4 AM after having this story come to me in a dream. 

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform.

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The scrap of his thumb against the trigger caused the lighter to flash and spark before coming to life. Lee cupped his hand around the flame and brought it to the cigarette hanging from his bottom lip. It was barely lunchtime and the brown glass ashtray that sat at the corner of his desk was nearly full. No amount of chain-smoking got rid of the anger or disgust he’d been living with for the past six months. That Russell kid had run off after killing Carl and Sandy. Lee couldn’t just up and leave town to track him down, not with his re-election on the line. But that urge to get revenge, it still burned inside of him. Though, a part of him was relieved. He didn’t have to keep fucking covering for her and that fat piece of shit she called a husband. 

“Hey Sheriff, you see that their new math teacher they got down at the high school?” A deputy officer planted themselves against the doorframe of his office. 

“Does he matter? He doin’ some’n illegal?” Lee frowned, taking a long pull of his cigarette. 

“Naw, the wife was just tellin’ me last night what a stir she was causing. Apparently, she was the one that done bought Leroy’s ole house. Ain’t nobody know where she's from neither. Don’t know her family or nothin’,” the deputy nodded as he gossiped. 

Lee harrumphed, feigning a mild interest that anyone would buy that shit hole. He wasn’t concerned about getting caught for murdering those two fuck wads, but he didn’t like talking about it, least his previous connection with them ever be brought to light by some unfortunate series of events.

It didn’t escape his notice though, that the deputy referred to the new teacher as ‘she’.

“She’s got all the ladies down at the salon in a tizzy since she came in wearing men’s overalls, covered in paint on Saturday afternoon,”  the deputy continued.

"You keep gossipin' like that and I'll send your ass down to the salon," Lee put out his smoke and stood up.

He'd have lunch in town today, see what he could dig up about this here crossdressing math teacher.

At the diner, there wasn’t much to be heard. The math teacher didn’t come in to eat there. Not many folks had heard much more about her, except that kids really liked her. She went to every sporting event since the start of school three weeks ago. She was a hard ass, but got in early and stayed late when students needed the extra help. 

“Sheriff, you comin’ down for the Kingston game tonight? Teams doin’ real good this year.”

And that was how Lee found himself stomping up to the aluminum bleachers after he’d finished up at the office. It was easy to guess who the new math teacher was from here. You were the only one in town he didn’t recognize. Looking up at you from this angle, the glow of the stadium lights reflecting off the empty bench around you, it made you look like one of those goddamn babies with wings… cherubs or whatever the fuck the secretary at the station called them. Tiny fucking angel babies. 

Your skin glowed. Your hair was perfectly styled and soft-looking unlike so many women nowadays with their crazy, hairsprayed towers of hair. The closer Lee got to your row, the more he understood why the ladies at the salon would be gossiping about you. Rather than wearing a skirt or dress like most of them do, you were wearing trousers. A high waisted, pleated gray pair that fit the thick curve of your hips and tapered down to your ankles. Your sensible black leather loafers looked worn but clean. Definitely no paint on them. The black blouse you were wearing looked ready to bust though. The buttons strained against the heavy weight of your breasts. 

When he sat down next to you, you looked happy. He noticed the other teachers didn’t sit next to you. Or that you at least chose not to sit next to them in the designated faculty section near the band. 

“Sheriff Bodecker, right?” 

Your light, slow drawl sounded familiar and foreign all at the same time. You weren’t from up north, but you weren’t from this part of Ohio neither. 

“Yes, ma’am, Mrs…?” He smirked, your attention focused on the clash in front of you. 

Finally, you tore your eyes off the field and looked at him.

Angel. That was the word that nearly slipped out of his mouth. He knew then. You were going to be his angel. His chubby little baby faced cherub. He didn’t care if you had a man or not, you’d be his. 

“It’s Miss, Sheriff, Miss Weidenbenner,” your small hand reached across your body, waiting to take his gloved one. 

“That’s quite a mouthful,” he teased, engulfing your hand. 

Your handshake was firm, though your fingers lingered in his longer than would probably be considered polite. A small blush rose up from your neck to decorate your cheeks. Lee was glad to see you didn’t paint your face on like some whore. Any reaction he got out of you, he’d be able to see it. 

“Well, you thank my pa for that one. Though I’m surprised there ain’t more German names in a town like Meade,” you turned back to the game, clapping and hollering at a successful play the team had made. 

When the crowd settled down, Lee spoke again, “It’s surprising to see a young woman, like yourself, move so far from home.”

“Well, that’s assuming a young woman’s got a home, Sheriff,” your eyes remained trained on the game.

“You ain’t got a home darlin’?” No family then, that would make it easier to make you his little housewife. 

“I do now, that old haunted house is turning into a right fixer-upper.”

Your proud, wide grin made his dick twitch. 

“Don’t tell me you believe in that superstitious nonsense?” 

“Ghosts are creations all our own, our guilt and -” You interrupted yourself to jump to your feet, shouting at the referrer for a bad call in favor of Kingston. 

“You really like football dontcha?” He smirked, spreading his legs slightly to brush against yours. 

There was a pause before you answered. Lee glanced at you, trying to read your expression. 

“I like the violence, really sets my blood to boil,” You turned your head to the side, looking at his stunned expression. “You want a cookie?”

A Tupperware container filled with chocolate chip cookies appeared from under your seat. You removed the lid and offered him the first choice. 

“Made ‘em fresh this afternoon for the game. Thought I’d try and sweeten up the faculty some, but I guess I didn’t get the memo,” You nodded the dour-looking old man now glaring in your direction. “His son is failing my class, so was benched for tonight’s game.”

Lee nodded, looking in his direction, taking a bite of the cookie.

Fuck was that good. He looked back at you, melted chocolate at the corner of your mouth. Fuck that was even better. He could just imagine lazy Sunday afternoons licking sweets off your delicious body. You looked at Lee as your tongue darted out to lick the chocolate away.  

“You got a little,” a warm hand grabbed his chin and your thumb swiped the corner of his mouth before sucking the chocolate off. 

You were no angel. You were a vixen. A little, plump, temptress dressed up all sweet, and just for him. There was no part of Lee’s mind that thought you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. The bulge in his pants was obscene and obvious, but when a cold breeze picked up, you scooted closer to him. Your hands were tucked between your thighs now, pushing your breasts closer together, cleavage on full display. A little innocent smile on your wet lips.

The game ended with Kingston winning 24-6. As the crowd skulked off the stadium, you continued to sit, pressed up against Lee. You shared another cookie and a thermos of coffee with him during the game. There were definitely going to be some rumors floating around the salon this weekend. 

“Well the traffic should have cleared up by now,” You stood up, smoothing down the wrinkles in your trousers. “It was nice watchin’ the game and shootin’ the breeze with ya, Sheriff.”

Lee watched you walk down the bleachers, your ass bouncing with each step. He pulled a cigarette from his coat pockets and lit it before he followed you down. In the dark parking lot, there were only a few cars and his cruiser left. He took note of your beat-up old truck, not the kind of thing expected a little lady like you to drive, but then again, you’d surprised him quite a bit tonight. 

The full moon overhead gave him plenty of light to see the two men coming up behind you. This was just the chance he needed to put himself into your good graces. He stayed in the shadow, waiting for the perfect moment to play the savior.

“You the bitch that got our star player benched?” 

“As I am not the coach, I can’t say I benched anyone, sir.”

“Lookie here girlie, just cause you’re cozying up with Sheriff, don’t mean we won’t teach ya a lesson.” The larger of the two of them raised his hand brought the back of it down across your face. 

A flighty, little laugh echoed in the parking lot. It should have sent a shiver down his spine, but it was straight to his groin. Seeing you get slapped around was doing sinful things to him. Lee pictured your ass covered in his handprint. 

“I’ve been hit harder by my granny,” You laughed, swinging your large purse at the head of one big one. 

When he doubled over to protect his face, you kicked your foot up between his legs. The shorter one grabbed you from behind. Lee watched, struck dumb, by the scene in front of him. Your elbow jabbed the man holding you in the ribs and your foot came down onto his. Again with your purse, you knocked him upside the head. Another kick was delivered to both men’s guts before they ran off to their cars and skid out of the parking lot.

“Hey Sheriff,” you called out, voice as pleasant and innocent as ever. “You wanna take a poor girl home.”

Lee stepped out of the shadows, throwing his half-smoked cigarette on the ground. He took slow steps in your direction. The moonlight created a halo around your hair and face. 

“Well, that was quite the show Miss Weidenbenner,” Lee’s hand rested on his hip, one hand on his gun. 

“What can I say?” You stepped around the truck, passing in front of him on your way to the cruiser. “You just gonna stand there?”

The radio in the cruiser filled the silence that laid between you and Lee on the drive back to the church. A song floated over the airwaves, a peppy guitar and a quick beat. You hummed along to the words, your angelic voice giving the words a new meaning. Like the heavens were trying to warn Lee against doing what he wanted to do so desperately. 

He pulled up out front of the dirt path. There were several vehicles parked off to the side of the building and the lights were on in the house. Lee clicked his tongue and looked at you. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head Sheriff,” You cupped his face, bringing him for a kiss. 

Your supple lips coaxed his open with ease, tongues sliding together. When Lee’s gloved hand wrapped around the back of your neck, he felt the shiver run through you. A smile spread across his lips as he continued to kiss you. When you broke the kiss, you panted against his lips before diving back in for more. Your hands were under his leather jacket, rubbing his shoulder and pulling yourself closer to him. 

“You wanna,” you sucked in a deep breath. “You want a nightcap, Sheriff?”

“Fuck yes, I do, darlin’,” he grinned, pulling you in for a closed-mouth kiss. 

Lee followed you up the familiar set of steps into an unfamiliar house. The whole inside had been redecorated; new carpets, new paint, and new furniture. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and blood was long gone. It was replaced with the scent of savory home-cooked dinner and… chalk?

Inside what was once the dining room was a group of five men sitting around a table with a massive chalkboard full of odds written on it. Lee recognized one of them as the new mechanic from the garage they took the cruisers to. Another of the men looked familiar, but Lee couldn’t place him. Still shocked by what he was seeing in front of him. What the fuck had he just walked into?

“Goddamn it, Boss, you couldn’t keep it in your pants for two more weeks?” One of the men jeered. Boss? “Now I’m on fuckin’ dish duty till the end a the month.”

“Sorry Billy, had to teach some unhappy customers a lesson. Sheriff Bodecker just happened to be around to give me a ride home,” You walked into the room and set your container of cookies on the table. “How’d we do tonight?”

“Cleaned house as expected, your numbers ain’t ever wrong, Boss,” a blond man smiled before sliding a large bank bag in your direction. All the men took a handful of your cookies, now mostly broken from being knocked about in your purse when you walloped on those two dirtbags.

Lee watched as you inspected the contents with a pouch, your eyes calculating and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. He still couldn’t figure out how the fuck you and five men had slipped into town so easily without his notice. He also couldn’t figure out what the fuck kind of operation you were running here. You were supposed to be a goddamn math teacher. 

“Alright boys, I’ll see y’all tomorrow afternoon to give ya yer split,” you smiled sweetly at them. “Oh, and will one of you dears pick up the truck in the morning?” You tossed your keys on the table and Billy picked them up.

Lee watched the procession of men leave your house. He watched from the front door as their headlights faded into the distance. When he turned back around, you had stepped into the kitchen, your bare feet padding around all relaxed and comfy. 

“You keep thinkin’ that hard Sheriff, smokes gonna start blowin’ out your ears,” You smiled at him, all sweet and innocent like. 

“Now, Miss Weidenbenner did I just witness an illegal gambling operation in your dining room,” his hands were on his hips again. 

“That you did Sheriff Bodecker,” You rose up to grab something from a high cabinet, but couldn’t reach. “Do you mind pulling down a bottle of wine?”

“I could arrest you,” Lee walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle down for you. 

You plucked a corkscrew from a drawer and popped the bottle open. You poured the dark red liquid into two crystal glasses. The bottle was recorked and set on at the back of the spotless kitchen counter. 

“Now, if I thought the odds of you taking little ole me to jail were bad, do you think I would let you see me beat those silly boys?” You picked up your glass and took a sip. “I’ve been watching you Sheriff... for a couple of months now. And I think you are just the man I am lookin’ for.”

“And what kinda man is that, Darlin’?”

Alarm bells were going off in every corner of Lee’s mind. This had career ruining potential written all over it. He’d gotten out of that whoring shit, and now that Sandy wasn’t begging him for money no more, he could lead the proper life. The life of a good, elected sheriff with plans to run for mayor in a few years once he’d proven he can keep the county cleaned up and nice. 

“Take your coat off and stay awhile Big Daddy,” you cooed, stepping closer to him. 

Fuck if that didn’t go straight to his dick. He needed to keep a clear head, but you were making it difficult. His own desires were starting to outweigh his better judgment. Your eyes darkened when you called him Daddy. 

“You gonna tell me all ‘bout your little secret then, Angel?” Lee stepped into your space. 

“I’ll tell you whatever you wanna hear, Daddy,” your fingers danced over the gold star badge pinned to his chest before you met his gaze.    

Lee clicked his tongue again, eyeing you up and down, before he removed his hat, gloves, and jacket, setting them on the counter. You let out a tiny squeal, flashing him a blinding smile before picking up both glasses and taking them to the living room. Again, he watched your ass bounce with each step you took. You tucked your legs underneath when you sat down and patted the spot next to you on the couch. 

Once he sat down, you started spilling your little secret. 

“So for starters, my name ain’t Weidenbenner. That’s just the cover since we had to move operations outta Indiana. The local police there were getting mighty suspicious after the local car salesman turned up on the banks of the Wabash beaten to a pulp,” you sighed wistfully. “So I had to pick up shop and move. This just happened to be at the end of the school year, so it was easy for me to quit my teaching job there. Them boys ain’t got no problem movin’, but I still wanted to teach, so I had to find somewhere good with a position open.”

You smiled as recognition flickered across Lee’s face. That’s why he thought he knew that man, but couldn’t figure out why. He was a suspect in the murder of that salesman. That had made the tri-state news. Just as people seemed to get tired of talking about that Arvin Russell kid, that story had broken in the papers. Suddenly the whole town was talking about how much safer it was living in Meade. How they didn’t have that kinda violence in town. It had practically won him his re-election.   

“Are you tellin’ me, Darlin’, that you’re the mastermind behind the French Lick Club?”

“I am,” your eyes shined like you’d just told him you found $100 laying around. 

Lee took a long slurp of the wine you poured, it was sweet and syrupy as it slid down his throat. 

“And are you thinkin’ that fuckin’ me will get you in the good books with the local law here?”

“Oh no,” you choked on a sip of wine. “I’ve already got an in at your office. That new secretary of yours, her husband is Billy. You’re here cause I’m lookin’ to settle down. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve just had this dream of being someone’s pretty little wife, but they gotta be okay with my business, and seein’ how you used to be in the whorin’ business, I didn’t think you’d have too much problem with me setting up the odds and such as more of a hobby.”

“I mean,” you blushed and a small laugh fell from your lips. “I’m nearly 25, my clocks a tickin’ and I need a good, strong man with ambition and drive by my side.”

It should scare the shit of Lee that you knew about that. It should make him angry. It should be doing a lot of things to him since you seem to know that dirty secret he had taken great care to bury last spring. 

But it didn’t. He’s too caught up in your little daydream of playing house with him. A salacious grin spread across his face. 

“C’mon over sit on Daddy’s lap then pretty girl. I think we got some celebratin’ to do.”

You were on him in a flash. Your tongue and hips moving together like the desperate little thing you were. Lee pulled the zipper down the back of your trousers to pull your shirt free. A moan passed through your lips as he palmed at your breast with one hand, the other held you in place by your neck. Your hands smoothed over his chest, loosening his tie and pulling at the buttons. 

When Lee brought his hand down, hard, on your ass, the cute little whimper the bubbled out of you nearly had him cumming before the shows even started. 

“I don’t want you wearing trousers anymore, you got that Angel?” He nipped at your ear, eliciting another moan from you.

“Yes, Daddy, whatever you say,” your hips were still writhing against his stomach, trying to relieve some of the ache you’ve felt since the football game. 

His firm grip stilled you, “go upstairs and wait for me. I want you naked, in bed, and waiting for me Angel.”

When you didn’t immediately move, he smacked your ass again. With a weak little whine, you climbed off him and the couch to race up to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes for Lee to find when he joined you. 

Lee sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He was really going to sign his life away, just to get some tail. Well, some fucking nice tail that wanted the exact same life that he did. He could live with you wanting to teach still, you’d still get home in time to have dinner on the table for him. Once the babies came though, then you’d have to stop. His children were going to have a perfect, attentive mother who cared for and loved on them all day. He could picture now, little ones with his dark hair and your pretty eyes. 

He didn’t like you getting jumped, no matter how much he wanted to paint your ass with red handprints. If you were gonna be his woman, the men around town were gonna respect you. Lee didn’t mind the idea of having to flex his muscles for you if he thought about it. He imagined it would probably set your blood to boil. That’s what you said violence did for you at the game. 

Fuck it. 

If he was going to do this, he wasn’t gonna hold back. Lee set his utility belt on the counter next to his other belongings. The bottle of wine was tucked under his arm and he picked up the two glasses on his way upstairs, eager to start living his dream. 

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I wish you would write a fic where Lee gets a call from station after his wife gets arrested. Someone insulted Lee and when she defend him, they got into a fight. The new deputy didn't realize who she was 😬 and only arrested her.

YAAAASSSSSSSS 😂😂😂

You were stewing. They had rearranged the only two holding cells in the station proper to place you, the lone female, inside one. There were maybe 12 men shoved into the other small cell, all them doing everything in their power to both stare at you and look anywhere else. It seemed like the criminals knew exactly who you were, but the deputy who arrested you was clueless.

This wasn't how you imagined a simple night out going. Lee rarely let you go out with your girl friends, and well it seemed like he was right too. You were just out, trying to enjoy a couple of martinis, maybe a cigar and finger of whiskey if the girl were up for it, but then that drunk shit head had to open his big mouth.

"Sheriff Boobdecker can go fuck himself. That fat shit can't barely manage to dress him, and we all know he bought that fucked up election last spring."

He earned that knuckle sandwich, and the following beating you gave him. You didn't carry a couple of rolls of quarters in your clutch for nothing. That man's nose deserved to be broken. But of course someone called the police.

"Can I make a phone call?" You shouted into the nearly empty office.

"You already made your one phone call, lady, they ain't comin' to bail ya out, you can sleep here with the rest of the drunks."

Like the echoing of your voice in the cell could summon a demon from the depths of Hell, your husband stormed into the station. He was in uniform, despite the fact that you know when you left the house he was in his pajamas. You were really gonna be in for it when Lee got his hands on you. You heard the men next to you shuffle further from your cell, while you tried to hide your delight.

"Hey Sheriff," you smiled sweetly and recrossed your legs.

"Sheriff Bodecker, sir, what are you doing here?"

The new deputy came into the holding area, a fresh mug of coffee and the newspaper in hand. His tie was loose, the top button of his shirt undone. Not a good look for him at the moment really.

"Deputy," he started. "Lookin' a little relaxed there for a man on duty? Well I'm not sure how much longer you'll be on duty if you can't figure you don't fucking arrest my wife."

"She-she," the deputy gulped, struggling to find the words. "She didn't tell me who she was Sir, I didn't know. She broke a guys nose and he lost a tooth."

"And he bled all over my nice dress," you commented, innocence dripping from your lips.

Lee's dark gaze drifted back to you. Indeed one of your nice dresses, a dress Lee had bought you recently, was covered in a splattering of blood.

If your husband could breathe fire, smoke would have poured from his nostrils from how hard the flared. The deputy got paler and more shakey longer this stand off was going on while your smile grew bigger and bigger.

"If my wife has been arrested for defending herself from a low life, I swear to the lord on high deputy, I will make sure you never see the light a day again."

There was a rattle of keys and heavy clank of the lock and you were a free woman. Lee escorted you out of the building, but he didn't drive you home. Not yet at least. He took you out to the place you used to meet when he was a deputy and you were supposed to be in your bed asleep.

"Lemme see your hand babydoll."

You held out the hand you used to punch that dirty bag. In the dim light from the moon, Lee ran his fingers over your knuckles before kissing each one. He was always gentle with you... At first.

This wasn't the first time you'd gotten into a fight. Lee was scary, but he was the sheriff. It made sense. And if Lee was a fire breathing dragon, well it would appear that you were his tamer. But really it was the other way around.

That first slap was always your favourite. The way the anticipation would build, that small space between having two big hands on your ass and only have one always made your muscles tense. But by the time he was done with you, your tears leaking on to the hood of cruiser and the cool breeze the only relief for your heated skin, you were practically begging him fuck you.

That was Lee's favourite part. And you were certain, with his cock buried deep inside you with your orgasm just on the horizon, you were bound to get into another fight soon.

@gotnofucks

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Fic title: “Lee Bodecker and His Big Fat Cock” it’s pretty self explanatory but proceed 😅

😂😂😂 Nonnie you in need? Lemme help a Hoedecker out.

Lee Bodecker and His Big Fat Cock

The one thing you were told on your first night at the bar - don't let the sheriff see ya. Apparently he had a reputation for being rough and only the more experienced girls serve him. And for nearly the whole night you avoided every patrons' advances, simply inviting the lonely men to chat with one of the girl in the back rooms, never stepping near them yourself.

You were bent over behind bar, trying to dig out the scoop someone left in the ice machine when you hear the wolf whistle. Your insides curdle a bit, but you politly respond that you'll be with them in a just a second.

"Don't keep a thirsty man waiting, Sweetheart."

Well shit. You turn around and meet Sheriff Lee Bodecker's gaze. His smirk morphed into a sickly sweet grin.

"Well ain't you just a tall drink a water, Darlin'. And I'm feelin' mighty parched."

"Oh, I think Birdie might-"

"Now c'mon, Sweetheart, I don't want some tired pussy."

One glare from your manager and you were asking Lee to follow you back. Birdie gave you a sympathetic look when you traded places. The small room was light by a single lamp, a silk scarf draped over the yellow bulb to give the room a pinky hue. A single bed was tucked in the corner, sheets already rumpled and the discreet trash can next to it half full.

The Sheriff was glued to your back the moment the door closed. Hot lips pressed against your neck and hips grinding into your ass. There was no ceremony, no reassurance, no care. Lee rucked up your mini skirt and yanked your panties down. He tossed you onto the bed, a sharp mask falling onto your ass.

"Goddamn, where has that shit bag been hidden you?"

You stuttered out an explanation, heat rising to your cheeks as the man played with your naked flesh. One of the requirements for being hired here, was to be an experienced woman. So what if your experience was limited to one shitty ex-boyfriend's truck bed?

"Aw, ya getting all needy on me already, Sweetheart? Ya like when a man plays with your pretty pussy? Just wait till ya see what I got for ya."

There's a creak in the bed, the springs groaning over the extra weight. Then you feel it, running through your dripping folds. Lee's cock is long and thick, hotter than sin. The sensation of his fat tip brushing up against your bud makes you keen.

"Yeah, you like the heat your sheriff's packin' darlin'? Want me to ruin ya for all the other losers here huh?"

In a moment of clarity, you reach under the pillow for the condoms stashed there. Lee threw the wrapper over his shoulder.

"Aw, naw, darlin', your gonna feel every inch a me."

And you do. The sheriff doesn't show you any mercy. He just plain fucks you dumb. Your lost to everything else but the drag of his cock against your walls and dirty words pouring out of his mouth. He asks you a question, your not sure what he wants, but the jumbled mess of words that falls from your lips makes the man stop.

"Fuck, Sweetheart, ya tellin'," he gulped for air. "Fuck I ain't had a pussy this fresh in years. And ya know what? I think I'm gonna keep that way."

His half dressed body falls on top of yours.

"You ain't gonna see anyone but me from now on Darlin', ya here? I own this pussy, I own you," he bit down on your neck, surely breaking another rule about not leaving marks. "I'm the law around here."

It's true, my sheriff daddy owns my pussy.

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I’m so horny right now! When I tell you I want this man to rail me over the hood of his police car while his chubby belly is pressed to my back, his face in my neck, breathing harshly into my ear, moaning whenever my pussy clenches around his thick shaft licking and kissing on me, trying to mark me as his? I want it SO badly 🤤🥴 once a hoedecker?

YASSSSS 🥵🥵

Oh god, could you imagine him asking you to do a ride along with him tonight, ya know to keep him company and stuff.

So your on your way down to Knockemstiff, the car window down cause it's a warm summer night. Lee's whistling along to a song on the radio. You just look at him and suddenly there is a new warmth spreading through you. Sliding over, careful to avoid the Pepsi Cup, you put your hand on his thigh.

He gives ya that bit of a side eye and smirk. Lee knows how you get when you go for a drive. It's why he invited you at all. His hand on the steering wheel tightens as you palm him through his pants.

The first turn off the main road he can find, he takes. He cut the engine and pulled you out of the cruiser. Your short skirt is hiked up and your bare ass is on the hot black metal hood before you know what up and down. Lee's tongue is thrust into your open mouth.

Your finger ripped at his belts, buttons, and zip until you could finally get your hands on his fat cock, stroking him. He is not in a patient mood tonight, it's been a while since you'd been able to see eachother. He broke off the kiss and twisted you around, pressing your front to the cruiser hood. The metal pressed into your hips almost painfully, but it felt so good to feel his cock slid through you wet folds. Your squirming and begging for it only made him wanna tease you more, but he can do that later. Maybe on the drive back to Meade.

"Fuck, darlin'," he groaned, thrusting into your tight heat in one harsh push. "God, such a fuckin' slut for it ain't ya? Can't get enough of my cock."

Only Lee gets to talk to you that way, because only Lee gets to treat you like the whore you want to be. His hips rock into with abandon, the loud slap skin and the rocking the cruiser were exactly what you waited all day for. He draped his body over yours, soft tummy pinning you to the cruiser. Lee sucked love marks and whispered all the dirty thoughts he'd been having for days.

"That's it baby doll, fuckin' scream for me, I'm gonna fill ya up so good. Then everyone in town will know who you belong too. You ain't gonna walk right for days when I'm done with ya."

And when you think you couldn't take it anymore, Lee started to play with your clit, determined to get you off at the same time. At the first clench of your pussy around his cock, his hips stutter, fucking his cum as deep into you as he can. You lay across the hood of the cruiser, panting and covered in sweat.

"You wanna stop for a milkshake before I gotta get you home darlin'?"

I just need a minute to clean myself up.

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Hoe Thought: Sheriff teaching innocent reader how to blow him one

YYAAASSSSSSS 🥵🥴🥵🥴

It was your third date.

Lee had been nothing but a gentleman during the first two dates, taking you to the diner for lunch and milkshakes. Then he took you to the varsity football game last Friday. He bought you a hot dog from the concession stand, and Jesus Christ did he think he was gonna die. Watching you push that snack past your pretty lip had him rock hard for the rest of the night, but again you just kissed his lips chastely and wished him good night on your front stoop.

But it's your third date. Lee decided to take you to the drive in on the edge of town. The cruiser smelled like popcorn. He wasn't even paying attention to the stupid woman running around some field, singing about God knew what. His focus was solely centered around the soft, almost silent slurping sound you were making while sucking on that Lemonhead.

He tossed his arm around your shoulder and you cuddled closer.

It started with a simple kiss on the top your head and his thumb brushing the exposed skin of you neck. It ended with Lee chasing that lemon candy flavor on your tongue. His grip in your hair firm, but not painful and making you feel all kinds of new ways. You didn't know you could be kissed this way.

"You got the prettiest mouth Sugar Baby."

His husky voice washed over you, your grip on his leather jacket tightening as he kissed your neck.

You were so wrapped up in all the new sensation rushing through you, the sound of his pants being unzipped didn't even register in your mind.

"C'mon lil Love Heart, I wanna see what those Cherry Lips can do."

His words caused the heat to rise on in your cheeks, all the way to your ears. Even as his hand guided your head down, you tried to explain. You didn't know what to do, you'd never even seen... A man that way before.

"Don't you worry honey bun, you just gotta suck on it like a Dum Dum."

You give the head of his cock a small lick and his deep groan rattled around the whole cruiser. The salty, musky taste of him mixed with the sweet and sour taste of the Lemonhead still tucked in your cheek. Suddenly his fist tightened to your hair and he pushed you down onto his cock.

"Fuck, there ya go, just suck on it like those Lemonheads, sugar, you can do it just like that. Get your Sugar Daddy all wet."

Lee controlled your mouth and throat. Tears trailed down your cheeks with how harsh he was being with you, but you didn't understand why it made your body feel so good. Your jaw hurt, but the wet spot forming in your panties told you everything you needed to know.

"Shit, that's it's Sweetheart, I'm gonna give you a pretty candy necklace."

How many candy reference can I make? 🥴🥵😂

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

I just had a thot. There’s a girl who always looked up to Lee Bodecker when they were younger, but Lee just sorta ignored her and treated her like an annoying kid sister. She leaves for college and comes home a woman. And Lee is floored with how much she has come into her own. What does he do?

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 Nonnie yesss

It was the monthly Steak Dinner down at the Moose Club. The big table in the back of dining hall was reserved for the mayor and his family, the deputy mayor and his wife, and the sheriff. The men had just ordered scooners of beer and the ladies half pints. The deputy mayor was going on and on about a new park for kids they're planning on building in the spring. Lee nodded along, pinching the frost off his glass when the chair across from his pulled out.

"Sorry Daddy," you kiss the mayor's cheek. "Traffic was real bad on the way back from Cincinnati."

"You take the I-71 like I told ya to or the..."

Lee doesn't hear the rest of the conversation. His mind is going a million miles a minute. You can't possibly the Mayor's daughter. Now way, no how was the woman sitting in front of him, the same awkward teenage girl who used to burst into his office every afternoon organize files and get him coffee. The same girl who wrote a school essay on him being your hero.

No the woman sitting across from Lee was someone new. You were different, grown up, and the most beautiful thing Lee has set his eyes on in years. The way your filling out that sweater makes him...

"So, Sheriff, how have you been?"

For a moment Lee falters, your gaze is direct and steadfast while you patiently wait for him to respond. You gorgeous fingers wrapped delicately around a wine glass. Finger that could be wrapped around...

"I've been all right, bound to get busy now that schools out."

"Well, that's too bad," you pouted. "I was hoping we could get lunch to catch up."

Lunch, dinner, breakfast, a quick milkshake, Lee would make time for that, would make time for you. Again he's so lost in his own head, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he feels toe of your foot slide up his pant leg.

"Well, you know I always got time for you, Darlin'."

Let me know if you know what the Moose Club is. We had one in my hometown. They were neat, but a bit weird and certainly not fancy. We used to go for the monthly breakfasts and occasionally dinner. My grandpa was a member so we got access to the bar as well.

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Sheriff Daddy Headcanons no one asked for

Lee Adopts Stray Dogs

After the shit with the Russell kid when he was a deputy, Lee starts noticing dogs more. He starts seeing them in people's yard,

In the street.

He never wants to see another dog suffer, never wants to see what happened to the Russell kids dog happen to another animal.

So he just started picking up strays cause he lives alone in that stupid house in Brewer Heights he bought for his whore ex wife (I said what I said). It feels empty all by himself.

The first dog is older, she doesn't get to stay with Lee long, but he pampers her until she crosses the rainbow bridge. She really liked to snuggle up with Lee when he watched the evening news. He didn't care about the hair on the couch. His old lady liked to cuddle, so they did.

The second and third overlapped a little. They get along well and Lee is happy they've got a friend in each other while he had to work. He loved coming home to the taping feet on the floor. He didn't even mind when the younger one ate his hat that one time. He just loved coming home to someone that loved him so unconditionally and were sad to see him leave.

This need to save, be the saviour for these innocent pups, is how he meets you.

He ate dinner out again, trying to avoid the empty house. He'd been thinking, lost in thought really, about going down to the pound to get a new friend, but then he hears a fight on the walk back to the station.

He's off duty. He didn't really want to have break up an arguement between a few drunks, but then there was a scream.

His flash light clicked on at the end of the alley and he felt his blood boil. You were defending a large dog from a group of boys.

They scatter when when they see him and he can't help but chuckle when you holler at them to get back here.

"Ma'am is this your dog?" Lee looked down at agressive looking animal cowering behind you, feeling his heartstrings being pulled.

The poor thing looks terrifed.

Your stuttering, hesitant answer tells him it ain't yours, but you'd rather lie than risk the poor thing being taken to the pound.

"C'mon, I got a spare leash in the cruiser. I can take her home."

So Lee has a new dog, and he figures out real quick she's got a lot of trust issues. She takes a long time to warm up to him. It doesn't help that you keep coming to his house to check on her.

You call her Maple because she's so sweet. But only for you.

Lee gets used to your weekend visits and occasionally evening pit stops. It brightens both his and Maple's day.

He also could get used to you bringing around hot dinners and bake goods.

"Darlin', don't you have anything better to do?" He asked once around a bite of pie. Maple was staring up at him, begging and drooling all over the kitchen floor. He smiles down at her and dabs the tiniest bit of Cool Whip on her nose for a treat.

You just smile a bit bashful and say no.

Then one night something happens to Maple and Lee can't figure out what. He doesn't know what to do, so he calls you.

And you rush over, barely dressed and freaking out. What had he done to Maple?

But then you see her and you know what's going on. Maple is having puppies.

Lee and you stay up all night with her. She gives birth to TEN puppies.

And when they are cleaned up, and Maple seems content, you fall into Lee, exhausted. He slings an arm over your shoulder and you snuggle up more to him.

"You better get used to me being here," you yawn. "We're parents now."

And yeah, Lee could get used to you being around all the time.

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