#lee bodecker x tiny!reader

[nickfowlerrr]

for the hope of it all.

pairing: greedy!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

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

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

words: 3.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lee,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Theodore," you answered just as softly.

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

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

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

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

"Didn't know what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The touch reminded you, "What about Arvin?"

"What about 'im?" he asked uninterested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee Bodecker may be a selfish and greedy man.

But maybe you're no better.

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[pahtoosh]

In one of your lates work lee said she is a brat.. can I request something based on this?

Like when she gets upset that HE her DADDY called her something mean . How does he earn her trust and forgiveness back? 🥺

airhead

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masterlist

18+

wc: ~1200 words

warnings: name-calling, lee gets very mad in this, apologies and tears with one reallyyy long hug. gets a little preachy at the end which i normally don’t vibe with but it felt appropriate for this au

a/n: i cannot even BEGIN to tell you how excited i was when i read this request! i tried writing it immediately but the story got away from me several times🤭 anyway today i managed to stay on track! woo! thank you so much, lovely anon. i hope you like this one🫶

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean

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“And look! Now Bingo Bunny has a hat to match his brown pants.”

“That’s nice, sweetheart-“

“Oh! I forgot his brown glasses too!” You ran back to your room to pick up yet another tiny accessory to show Lee. Ever since he got home an hour ago, you were running back and forth between his office and your room to show him your new treasures. Each toy had a story that reminded you of another toy which also had a story that connected to a totally different toy.

Lee sighed. He’d seen your entire toy collection by now. This little show-and-tell had started with the toys you bought by yourself today and devolved into a near encyclopedia of your entire collection.

Lee wanted to indulge your need for attention, but he needed to make one last phone call before he was officially done with work for today. Lee found he could never truly relax if he knew he had something to do or somewhere to be.

“I got the glasses! Look at Bingo, Daddy!” You held the bunny out and made him do a little dance.

“He’s lookin’ sharp, sugar.” He beckoned you over and leaned a little closer, then began to speak as if he were telling you a secret. You stopped buzzing for a moment to give Lee all of your focus, he knew just how to excite you and get your attention.

“Why don’t cha make a few more outfits for Bingo and do a fashion show for me later, yeah? Spend a long time on ‘em now. Make sure they’re perfect.”

“Okay, Daddy!” You left your daddy’s office once again, unaware that he was just trying to distract you.

Lee took advantage of this moment to swiftly lock his door and make the phone call. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could be a proper daddy to you.

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What was supposed to be a ten minute call ended up getting to forty minutes. Lee and Deputy O’Connolly were trying to review the security plan for the county fair, but they kept running into issues. Lee was nearing the end of his rope.

“What kinda idiot put Burke and Smith on entrance security? Those two ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Put ‘em together and add the pretty girls entering the fair into the mix and the line’ll grow ‘till it’s near half a mile!”

“I tell ya, this is the last time I trust anyone else to do shift assignments,” Lee groaned.

The two men continued talking as they made edits to their respective paper copies of the security plan. Then, Lee heard your little hand trying to wiggle open his office door.

“Hold on a second.” Lee covered the receiver and shouted to you, “I’m a bit busy right now!”

You shouted a response, but your voice didn’t project as well as Lee’s and it was muffled by the door.

“I’ll be out later, bunny! Just give me ten more minutes!” Lee thought that was the end of it, but you continued shaking the doorknob and started trying to push the door in.

“For the love of- I’ll call ya back later, Deputy.” Lee hung up the phone and stomped to the door, opening it with a huff.

You were still leaning on the door, but you managed to find your footing after the wood abruptly slipped away from you.

“Oh! Daddy, hi!”

“What is it? Is there a fire?”

“I got Bingo all dressed up! Come look!” You tried pulling Lee’s hand so he’d follow you, but he stayed rooted in his spot.

“Not now, bunny. Daddy’s on a very important phone call.”

“But you said-“

“Well now I’m sayin’ ‘not now’, aren’t I? You know the rules. Ya can’t interrupt Daddy at work unless it’s an emergency and ya sure as hell can’t go around trying to break down every door that stands in your way!”

“I just wanted to show you my Bingo,” you said quietly.

“And I’ll look at him later, but right now I’ve gotta explain to Deputy O’Connolly why I hung up on him ‘cause you’re too much of a damn airhead to know what a locked door means!”

You froze in front of Lee, too stunned to react.

He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Baby, I-“

Before Lee could continue, a whimper made its way out of your mouth, breaking you out of your trance and allowing you to run away.

Your daddy watched as you sped into your room and shut the door. He felt pathetic for taking his anger out on his baby. The sheriff wasn’t used to the feeling of white-hot anger and shame rolled into one. These weren’t the actions of the man he prided himself on being.

Lee took a few deep breaths before trying to open your door. You’d taken a page out of his book and locked it this time. You didn’t usually do this. Even when you were upset, you’d leave it unlocked, not even thinking to keep Lee out.

“Bunny, please open the door. Daddy wants to say somethin’ to ya.” Lee leaned his head on the door.

“Daddy gonna say somefin mean ‘gain!” you sobbed.

“No I’m not, I wanna apologize to ya.” Lee sighed. “I’m gonna get the key to your door okay? I need you to hear this.”

“No! No! Don’t wanna hear anything! Just leave me alone!”

Lee’s heart broke at the realization that he had lost your trust. He was your daddy. He was supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from people who said mean things: people like him.

A tear slid down Lee’s cheek. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Daddy’s so fuckin’ sorry he said those mean things to ya. You’re not an airhead. You’re my smart, sweet, beautiful baby. I don’t deserve a perfect little thing like ya.”

Lee leaned against the wall. He was willing to wait as long as it took for you to let him in. To his surprise, not a minute later were you bursting through the door and wrapping your arms around him.

“Hey there, bunny. There’s my sweet baby,” Lee cooed.

You were still crying as you clung onto him. Lee continued soothing you with his words and touch.

“I know, I know.”

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”

When the last sobs left your body, Lee apologized again. It wasn’t perfect. Lee was never great with words. But it was soft and real. A gentle whisper in your ear while he hugged you so tight that you felt his tummy rumble with each passing syllable.

“I forgive you, Daddy.”

“You don’t have to, bunny. Daddy was awful to ya. Give me some time to make things right.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I forgive you,” you repeated, stubbornly.

Lee was at a loss for words. How could he ever repay your love? He settled for kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment. He thought about how lucky he was to have you and, for the first time in a while, Lee prayed. He prayed to someone, anyone, that he’d be able to make this up to you.

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[sweeterthanthis]

Your Guilty Pleasure

Pairing: Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x 18+F!Reader

Summary: A girl’s journal is sacred. Full of secrets and fantasies that she doesn't intend for anyone else to see. What happens when the person you long for most discovers yours?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, stepcest, daddy kink, infidelity, humilation, petnames (babylove, sugar, daddy), invasion of privacy, virgin reader, fingering, pussy eating, vaginal sex, blood play, very light tones of dubcon, coercion, innocence and corruption kink if you squint, a little fluff, a tiny sprinkling of breeding kink, and Lee’s filthy mouth. 18+.

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Thank you @navybrat817 and @dreamlessinparis for letting me screech about this, and for encouraging my hoe ways, and to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta'ing. I love you all!

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

Dear Diary, 

I’m in trouble. I thought it was just a stupid crush, that it would go away eventually and I'd be able to sit across from him at dinner without feeling shy or anxious. It's bad enough that I have to be under the same roof as him sometimes, but tonight is worse. So much worse.

I can hear her screeching. I bet he hates that. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to enjoy the screaming type. Too superficial. I'm such an idiot. How would I know? Like I have any clue what he likes. Can't they keep it down? 

I can't stop thinking about him. About what it feels like to kiss him. He's hugged me before, but I wanna know what it feels like to be held by him, ya know? When my mom told him he needed to watch his figure at dinner, I wanted to stand up for him. I wanted to tell her that I think he's perfect just the way he is. She doesn't even seem to like him most of the time. 

It's Friday night, and I'm laying in bed listening to my crush fuck my mom. How screwed up is that? Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine it's me he's fucking. It's okay, because it's not like I'm ever gonna tell him or do anything about it. If I can't have him, I can at least have my fantasies, right? I can keep them here. Nobody will ever read this. I'll make sure of that. 

I keep thinking about showing up at the police station. Bringing him lunch maybe. Mom never does that. I think about how happy he'd be to see me, and how much he'd appreciate the thought. But it never stops there. 

I think about him locking his office door and confessing his feelings to me. How he'd tell me that it's me he wants. That I'm pretty and he's been desperate to get me alone for months. I think about him kissing me, about what his tongue would feel like in my mouth. God, I'm wet just from thinking about it. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me. 

Nights like this one are rare. They don't have sex very often. Fucking walls are cardboard thin in this house so I'd know if they were humping like rabbits. But the jealousy I feel having to listen to them makes me want to throw my goddamn journal out the window. I can hear him pounding her. Would he be gentle with me? Or would he fuck me even harder? 

I guess I'll never find out, will I? He's my stepfather. It's never gonna happen. 

"God-fuckin'-damnit," Lee grunts, fist wrapped around his throbbing cock as it begins to soften in his grip - the pages of your journal glistening with pearly drops of his come, bleeding into black ink. 

He thinks about trying to wipe the pages clean, but the ever present devil on his shoulder tells him not to. Closing the journal and slipping it back into your pillowcase, he wipes his sticky palm on your comforter and tucks himself away. 

Lee wonders if you know he takes a quiet moment with your memoir every chance he gets. That he gets off to the thought of you touching yourself over him. He doesn't know how much longer he can restrain himself, especially when you turn into a delicate, doe-eyed doll whenever you're in his presence. He has wondered why you always look so taken with him, and now that he knows, the thought of experiencing your body for himself rather than reading about all the things you want him to do to it on paper is too strong to push away. 

Dear Diary, 

This morning when I was washing up after breakfast, he brushed up against me. And I felt..it. I heard the little noise he made. At first I just thought I was imagining things, but now I’m not so sure. And he called me ‘sugar’ this morning. ‘Thank you, sugar’, he said. He’s never called me that before. What does it mean? I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t want him like..that. But he’s just so..I don’t even know. He’s not like other boys. He’s not a boy at all. 

Am I going crazy? I feel like I’m going crazy. Mom left for work earlier than usual today. I think they were fighting about something. I tried to listen in, but I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about. I’ve spent the evening trying to stay out of (Lee’s) his way.

My underwear drawer was open when I got home. The new panties I bought are missing, too. I don’t think my mom would take them. Is that what they were arguing about? Does she know that I’ve been having these thoughts? If she did, she’d march me down to church by the collar of my dress. 

I don’t know if I can go back downstairs tonight. I’m not scared of him, I just..I don’t trust myself not to say something stupid, ya know? He’s the Sheriff. He’s not an idiot. Speaking of, he’s been wearing that damn uniform around the house more than usual and it’s driving me crazy. He always used to come home, shower and change immediately. Not anymore. Now he wears it until bedtime. It’s like he knows what it does to me. He doesn’t even take off that stupid utility belt, and I think he might know that I..

The light rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door makes you jump, snapping your journal shut as you shuffle up towards the pillows on your bed. You panic. There’s only one person it can be. Your mom isn’t due home until at least midnight. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the door clicks open. He stands there in your doorway, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops as he rolls back on his heels slightly. 

“What’cha doin’, sugar? Been awful quiet tonight,” he hums, narrowing his gaze at you as it drops to the journal hugged tight against your chest. You swear he almost smirks upon seeing it, slowly dragging his eyes back up to your face as he takes a few steps forward. “Holdin’ onto that thing for dear life. You got some secrets in there you don’t want your momma to know about?”

“No,” you bark a little too hastily, and he chuckles. His fingertips glide across the comforter draped at the end of your bed, his lips twitching into a smirk at the sight of your freshly painted toenails. You didn’t choose the cherry red polish because it was his favourite colour, the same colour has his favourite candy. Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you reached for it without a single thought to any other colour on your vanity earlier that night. “What-what were you and mom fighting about before?” 

Lee raises his eyebrows at you, shaking his head with a lopsided grin as he moves to perch on your bed. You shuffle nervously, tucking your legs beneath you to keep some distance from him. He’s too tempting. You can’t keep your thoughts under control when it comes to him at the best of times, let alone when he’s so close to you. 

“Nosy, ain't ya?” He teases, turning to face you, looking down at the worn notebook in your grasp once again. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs as you subconsciously tug at the hem of your night dress. Lee’s cool, penetrating stare is enough to set your skin on fire. He doesn’t give you the explanation that you asked for, instead humming as if amused, his fingers reaching for the confessional in your hands. You hold it tighter, your fingertips digging into the cover and your pulse thumping in your eardrum. “Since when did we start keepin’ secrets from each other under my roof?”

He can’t be serious. Your panicked eyes flit from his hand, to your chest and back again. A frantic shake of your head has him hushing you, his tone deceptively soothing as his touch lingers on the back of your hand. "I'm not keeping secrets, I swear. It's-it's my diary. Nobody's ever read this."

The grin that Lee shoots your way unsettles you somewhat, a knowing look on your face that has you wanting the ground to split open and swallow you whole. He can't have. There's no way he would've. There's no way he can know. "N-no. You haven't. You wouldn't." 

"I won't tell nobody what you've been cookin' up in that pretty head a'yours," he tells you softly, his palm settling at your ankle and giving it a little squeeze. God this, cannot be happening. You should have been more vague. You can't even try and deny that what you've written is about him. It was stupid of you to think that nobody would ever find it. "Gotta say, I'm kinda flattered, sugar. Ain't had a pretty little thing like you go all doe eyed over me in a long, long time." 

The compliment goes straight to your gut, warmth spreading to your core as you clench your thighs tightly and hope to god he doesn't notice. But he does. He notices everything, apparently. That's why you're in this predicament. 

"I'm not-," you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise-like condescension, "I'm not 'doe eyed'. It's just a stupid crush. I didn't mean it." 

Lee clicks his tongue against his teeth with a smile, calloused palm gliding up towards your kneecap. You're frozen beneath his touch. You should move. You know you should move and tell him to get out. Threaten to call your mom and tell her what's happening. 

You don't.

"Oh, you didn't mean it, huh? Tell me," he pauses, sidling closer up the bed until he's seated next to your thighs, "what exactly were you writin' when I knocked on your door?"

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and if you weren't holding onto your book of secrets so tight, you're pretty sure your hands would be shaking. You're torn. Torn between throwing all caution to the wind and living out your deepest fantasy and telling him to get the hell out of your room. Your cunt has already made her decision, fluttering and drenched from the slightest of touches at his rugged hands. 

"You're not shy are you, sugar?" He asks, walking his fingertips up over your bare thigh as his steely, cobalt stare eats you up from the inside out. Your nipples pebble against the thin cotton of your night dress, and the little groan that escapes from his throat at the sight has you clenching once again. "C'mon. Read it. Wanna hear how much of a silly crush you got on me." 

You shake your head from side to side defiantly, gritting your teeth as you grow more frustrated by his playful insistence. His hand settles, fingers nestled at the crease of your thighs and digging into your skin. They're trembling. They want to fall open for him, and it's taking everything in you to stop them from doing so. 

"Would it help if I wasn't starin' right at you?" He asks, as if that's the issue. He's not joking around at all, and for some reason, you're almost glad. Even if the last thing you want to do is read a single sentence about him from your diary. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink back against the headboard, thighs parting as you go. "Tell ya what, I'll go easy on ya. You show me what you were writing and I'll show ya my favourite entry, how 'bout that?"

"Your favourite..how long have you been reading this?" you ask him mortified, shaking his touch from your skin as you shuffle up onto your knees and hide your journal behind your back, out of his reach. 

Lee doesn't even flinch at your melodrama, instead loosening his tie and dragging his knuckles across the bedspread towards you; the tip of his index finger grazing your knee. He looks you dead in the eye, a look of intent lingering behind those pretty eyes. "I've read every single page, sugar. So ya see, there's no use hidin' away from me now. I know what you've been thinkin' 'bout."

Your mind wanders back to a few days ago, the night you caught him exiting your bedroom on your way back from washing up for the night. Your cheeks are hot, brow scrunching together as you internally debate your unlikely situation. You should want to scream at him, rage and cry over the fact that he invaded your privacy like this. That’s what your brain is telling you to do; the sensible part of your brain, at least. But your pussy? The way it dampens your inner thighs and aches to be touched by him? She just wants his attention, no matter the form it comes in. 

Lee’s brows arch in slight surprise as you slowly hold out your hand to him, giving him permission to take the diary from you and read your latest lovesick confession about him. You watch as he flicks to the last written page, a slow, sly smile curling on his plush lips. Tugging on your fingers, you wait. 

“Well, ain’t you the sweetest thing. Sounds like that crush you got ain’t so little after all is it, sugar?” He teases you, his eyes scanning the page once more before he flips back a few entries; handing it back to you as you take it with shaky hands. “Now this one; this one’s got me curious.” 

You want to sink into your mattress, your eyes struggling to read a single sentence of it coherently. Lee chuckles, his fingers toying with the hem of your nightdress. Maybe he’s drunk, you think. He doesn’t smell like bourbon though. Too early for him to be drunk. The semi cohesive part of your mind attempts to reason your way out of it, but the overwhelming desire to live out the fantasies you’ve been pouring over every night is too strong to ignore. 

“Get yourself comfy. Been a while since anyone’s read me a bedtime story,” he grins, and you roll your eyes at his incessant ribbing. Admittedly, albeit in a strange way, it makes you feel at ease somewhat. You do as he says, leaning back against your pillows and stretching your legs out on the bed in front of you. Lee tilts his head to the side, widening his eyes a touch as he silently urges you to obey his shameful command. “Go on, now. From the beginnin’.”

You pull your knees up to your chest, the vivid exposure that you’re about to give him making his eyes glint with anticipation. “D-Dear Diary..” you trail off, looking up from the page to him and training your eyes back down again, “I heard some boys talking at the diner today. Boys are disgusting and selfish,” you read quietly, shuffling your feet against the comforter as Lee nods for you to continue, his fingertips dancing over your shin and causing you to suppress a shudder. “They said-” you pause, nipping at your bottom lip with your teeth as your heart beats like a kickdrum in your chest, “they said boys aren’t supposed to eat pussy.”

Lee lets out a tsk of disapproval, his fingers hooking beneath your knee. His touch is firm and cool against your clammy skin, and it takes every ounce of composure within you to regain your concentration and continue. “They said that they’d never do it, because that’s not what girls are for.” Anger bubbles in your belly as you remember the way they laughed, egging each other on. “I wonder if they’re right. Afterall, whenever I’ve heard my momma and her friends talking about sex none of them have ever mentioned that.”

“Do you think those boys are right, sugar?” he interrupts, moving closer as the heat from his body seeps against yours. He smells like leather and rain, and you can’t help but clench your thighs once again and gulp. His eyes tell you exactly where he’s going with his, devouring you as the silence ticks on. 

“I mean, well, maybe?” you mumble, fiddling with the corner of the page and watching as it curls upwards. His arm hooking beneath your leg makes you gasp and Lee’s stare rolls up to meet yours. He doesn’t say a word, instead tugging your body closer to him as your legs part of their own free, and eager, will. His fingers stroke at the damp flesh of your inner thigh, and you whimper at the motion. Any moment now, you’ll wake. It’ll all have been a dream. But your dreams never felt quite like this. Bravery sparks in your gut. “D-Do boys eat pussy?”

“No babylove,” he hums, and the term of endearment has you swooning internally. Lee sinks to his knees next to your bed, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with him, his big hands spreading your legs wide and his eyes hungrily soaking in the sight of your cotton covered cunt. “Boys don’t eat pussy. Men do. Keep reading.” 

You’re speechless, wide-eyed and strung up inside at the way he talks, the way he looks at you. Like you’re a 8 course tasting menu and he’s about to indulge. You roll your hips just a little, a quiet gesture of consent should he choose to accept it. “I-I wonder if he’d eat my pussy. Probably not. I wouldn’t even know where to look, having somebody down there. What if it’s not..pretty?” 

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ pretty. I know it’s pretty.” You gasp when he curls two fingers beneath the gusset of your panties, slowly peeling them to the side and exposing your aching, virginal cunt to his gaze. This isn’t happening, you think to yourself, mouth gaping while you watch him nuzzle his face against your thigh; dragging his nose across the sensitive pearl between your legs. “Knew you’d smell good, babylove. Sniffin’ those sweet, little panties a’yours just ain’t the same as the real thing.”

“L-Lee..” you whimper, your feet digging into the sheets as your body works on instinct to try and put some space between the two of you. You knew someone had been in your underwear drawer. You’re trapped between his mouth and the headboard, your breaths heavy as he looks up from between your legs. “C’mon now, sugar. Ain’t got to the best part yet.”

“W-would he like the way I taste-oh!” His tongue flattens against your cunt, the sound it makes sending sparks straight to your gut, slick between your folds as your hole clenches against the wet muscle. You feel dizzy, your vision blurring from the sheer disbelief coursing through your veins. 

“Fuckin’ delicious. Better’n candy. Keep readin’,” he grumbles, slurping at your cunt and swiping the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit. The fact that he’s expecting you to continue while you try to remain composed is maddening, but you push through. 

“I’ve heard him-fuck-heard him with my mom. He knows what he’s doing. Sometimes I think about him coming into my room at night and slipping beneath my sheets. I wanna know what it feels like to have his mouth on me,” you confess, letting your head fall back against the headboard. It’s too good. Too much. Not fucking enough. Lee’s hands grip your thighs roughly, spreading them wide open so he can get his fill. You whine shamelessly as he nuzzles his face from side to side against your drenched pussy, his cheeks glistening with your slick. “Please, can’t read anymore.”

“Jus’ a little bit more, babylove. Do it for daddy,” he smirks, his teeth grazing your fleshy mound. Your eyes bulge, a lump forming in your throat at the title he’s taken for himself. The title you gave him. Lee presses the tip of his index finger against your untouched hole, circling it and spreading your arousal up towards your clit. “You wanna be good for me, don’t ya? Know you do. One last lil’ bit and I’ll give ya what you want.” 

You release your bottom lip from between your teeth, blowing out a shaky breath and doing your best to fulfill his wishes. Even with his lips suckling at your pussy lewdly and your hips bucking down against his face. “I know he’s s’posed to be my daddy now, but I don’t care. I want him. I want him to take my virginity. I just want him to notice me. ” 

The air is still, his lustful assault halted as he wipes his damp cheek against your leg, his greedy eyes never straying from your own. “You want me to pop that little cherry, babylove, or are you still gonna try tellin’ me it’s jus’ a lil’ crush?”

The speed in which you toss the journal aside surprises him, but you’re riddled with fiery lust and you can’t wait any longer. Your fingers grip his collar, impatiently tugging him up your body, the soft bulge of his belly pressing against your cunt. 

You think of all the times you’ve willed him to kiss you, all the times you’ve secretly wished to be beneath him like this. Your hands settle either side of his throat, looking to him to take the lead as your bravery ebbs away. You can feel him, hard against your inner thigh. “Gotta tell me what ya want, sugar. Ain’t gonna take it ‘less you tell me to.” 

You can't speak, your tongue too heavy in your mouth. You want it. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything. The scent of him is intoxicating when he's close like this, his warm breath fanning your cheeks as you breathe him in. 

Your mouth collides with his, the musky taste of yourself oozing from his lips to yours; his tongue eagerly seeking out yours as he groans and grunts against your lips. You claw at his shirt, making light-yet fumbled-work of the buttons. God, he's perfect. Just firm enough to overpower you if he chose, yet soft enough to envelop you and make you feel safe. 

"Lift those arms up for me, babylove." You do as he says instantly, trembling as he rucks up your nightgown and lifts it up over your head. The deep breath he sucks in through his nostrils at the sight of your tits doesn't go unnoticed by you. The more he looks at you, the more at ease you feel. "Look'it you. Fuck."

His lips chain down your throat, teeth grazing your nipples, one after the other. He makes you feel dizzy. The kind of dizziness you feel when you get off the tilt a whirl at the fair. Like you're floating on air and he's the only thing keeping you out of the clouds. You giggle when his tongue dips into your navel, lips sucking at the flesh of your stomach and leaving a slick pool of saliva in their wake. 

"Please, Lee. Did what you wanted me to do. Gotta gimme what I want now," you pout, arching yourself into him as he retraces his route back up your torso, sucking a bruise at your neck and smirking against your skin when you scold him for it. "Please, daddy." 

Your hands reach for him as he stands, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, grinning at you as you ogle his body. You're hypnotised by him, completely enraptured by the masculinity that radiates from his body. 

You find yourself looking away when he removes his underwear, almost as if instinctive. You've seen him shirtless before, but naked? That's something you've never dreamed of seeing. "Gone shy on me again, sugar?" Lee teases, tugging your panties down and crawling back between your legs. 

"I didn't.. just not how I expected my night to go, is all." He chuckles at your sweet admission, resting his elbow next to your head and leaning down to devour your mouth again. You grind against him, the weight and warmth of his cock heavy against your clit making you keen for more. "Do it. I want you to fuck me, daddy."

"Jesus fuckin' christ, listen t'you." Your hands cling to his biceps, fingernails leaving little crescent moons behind on his skin as you mumble an apology, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to explain those away to your mother. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for a while now, you know that? Since Christmas, in fact. ‘Member you wore that pretty red dress with the green bow? Fuck, looked so pretty, babylove.”

Lee reaches down, gripping his length in his hand and tapping the swollen, pink head against your cunt. It clenches, and you can’t wait any longer. Your legs wrap loosely around his waist, and you lean up to steal one more kiss from him. “Please, daddy.”

The sound your pussy makes as he slips the first inch in makes you cringe a little, embarrassed at how wet you are - how much you want him inside you. Lee hushes you, stroking your temple with his thumb as he slowly splits you open, piercing through your purity and seating himself to the hilt with a lustful groan. “Tight lil’ pussy, jus’ for me. Be okay, sugar.” You sob as a sharp pinch of pain rings through your abdomen. “I know, baby. S’gonna start feelin’ real good any second, I promise.”

The second thrust brings just as much discomfort as the first, a stray tear rolling down over your cheek. Lee captures it with his tongue, the salty taste flooding your senses when he kisses you. Kisses you like you’re all the air he needs, and everything in-between. 

Your cunt barely adjusts to his size, and you can feel it all. The hard ridges of his shaft, the prominent vein at the underside of his cock. All of it. Pain melds slowly into comfort and hurtles into pleasure, your face contorting at each stretch of your walls. 

The filth that spills from his tongue is almost as addictive as his cock. Lee pushes your legs back against your chest, hitting an angle that has your body shaking. It's too much. Too much, and not near enough. You don't know what you need, don't know how to ask for it. But you don't have to; because he already knows. "Most girls don't get 'ta come on their first try. Gonna make sure you're one a'the lucky ones. Gonna come all over my cock." 

"There it is. There's that feelin'," he purrs, sitting back on his knees and tugging you further down the bed by your thighs. You let out a little moan, panting as his large hands pin you down at the hips; holding you in place as he sets his own rhythm. Your legs feel like jell-o, splayed open and tingling as he admires the sight of your cunt taking his cock; the crimson smears of virtue on his flesh making him grunt. "That little cherry belongs to daddy now, babylove," he gloats, gathering it up on the pads of his fingers before he reaches for your lips, nestling his digits against your tongue. "Bet its sweet like a fuckin' cherry, too."

You nod your head eagerly, babbling nonsense as you hold your legs back for him, looking down entranced as he pounds into you. It's tender, aches deep in your bones. But fuck, it feels so good. 

Your first orgasm creeps up on you faster than you anticipated, tight, little ministrations of his thumb against your sensitive nub helping you along as your body tenses beneath him. You don't have time to recover, not when he's sitting back against the headboard, tugging you onto his lap and sinking your cunt back down onto his dick. It burns hotter now, that feeling in your belly that you've already grown to crave. 

"Wanna watch you, babylove. Wan' you to ride daddy. Know you been humpin' on that pillow. It's just like that," he tells you gently, his rough hands gripping your waist and guiding your movements. You wind your hips back and forth, grinding yourself down against him as he let's you set your own pace. "That'sa good girl. You got it. You're a fuckin' natural." 

His praise urges you on, your hands settling on his broad shoulders and raking down over his soft chest as you rise and fall gently on his shaft, flesh slapping with flesh as his thighs hold you steady. Lee’s hands move to cup your tits, pinching at your nipples and caressing your clavicles while he watches you pleasure him. The look on his face has you fucking him harder, with more intent. You want to drag the same pleasure he gave you, out of him. 

“C’mon daddy,” you whisper, and the sound is debauched coming from your lips. He grits his teeth, bending his knees and thrusting up into your soaked cunt. You’re so high, so fucking high on the feeling he gives you. His hand grips your throat, and you preen at the notion, pushing further into his grasp and letting him use your pussy for his own gain. Stroke after stroke of bliss, that newly familiar heat in your gut rising once again. 

“Can’t-shit-can’t come inside you, babylove.” Your brow crumples in disappointment, riding him with a new insistence that has him cursing under his breath. The sharp slap of his palm against your ass, followed by a possessive grab at your flesh makes you cry out, a low rumble escaping his throat. “You want daddy t’keep fuckin’ you? Won’t be much of a secret if you got my baby in your belly, will it?” 

His words shouldn’t affect you the way they do, the thought of his seed deep inside you, your body belonging to him completely - it’s fucking riveting. He can see it on your face too, and a twisted smirk forms on his lips; sharp thrust after sharp thrust, stretching and molding your cunt to perfection. Lee pulls his cock free, a disappointed whimper catching in your throat. “Stroke daddys cock,” he instructs, guiding your hand as you wrap your fist around his heavy girth and jerk him slowly. You’re not sure if you’re doing it right, but if the sounds coming from his mouth are anything to go by, you most certainly are. 

“That’s it, sugar. You got it. Jus’ like that. So fuckin’ close,” he hisses, returning the favour and letting his fingers toy with your cunt, two fingers slipping in and out of your used hole and massaging that tender spot inside you. You could watch him teetering on the edge of bliss for hours. You know he’s waiting for you, know he wants you to feel good. But you’re too focused on him to let your guard down long enough to come again. “Can’t hold back much longer.” 

“Then don’t hold back, daddy. I wanna watch you. Wanna see what you look like. Wanna remember it,” you confess, wrapping your other fist around him and pumping him eagerly in both hands. It’s beautiful, his cock throbbing and threatening to burst all over your fingers. You gasp softly at the first droplets of come, licking your lower lip and wondering what it tastes like. He yells out a curse, gripping the sheets beside him and jerking his hips up into your hands, letting you milk him dry until he’s whimpering. “Beautiful daddy,” you praise him, the warmth of his spend coating your fingers, sloppy wet against his stomach. 

You try not to look at the clock on the nightstand, knowing your mother is probably due home sooner than you’d like. A twinge of guilt hits you, but you shove it away, determined to enjoy the feel of Lee’s body against yours. Your body sags against his, head resting on his chest as he tucks your head beneath his chin. His arms are tight and firm around you, lips grazing the top of your head and his cock pulsing as it softens against your belly. 

You’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to be held by him.

And now that you know, you don’t think you'll ever get enough. 

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[stuckysbike]

Howl 6

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own. 

Final Chapter! Thanks for those who stuck with me.   Werewolf AU Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now). Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers. This chapter contains smut, P in V, cumplay, blood and a special guest star who I have a soft spot for... (If I’ve missed anything please let me know!)

Bucky was lying in bed, the lamp casting a low glow over the room. He was propped up against a pile of pillows, a book in his lap.

 He looked good, with no shirt on and a knee bent out from beneath the blankets.

 “We need to talk,” you said folding your arms over your chest and leaning on the wall. You tried to appear casual but inside you were anything but.

 “Now isn’t a good time,” Bucky sighed.

 “Yeah, when is? Because we’ve been avoiding this for months and-“

 “It’s three in the morning,” Bucky huffed tiredly.

 You nodded and pursed your lips. “Well you keep avoiding me but we need to talk,” you repeated stubbornly.

 “Look doll, go to bed and we’ll get time to talk during the week yeah?” Bucky flicked his eyes down to his book clearly dismissing you.

 You stared for a few heartbeats, but you were sick of this hot and cold, one minute Bucky was there for you, supportive and strong and the next he was icing you out. And the jealousy, possessive one moment and passive the next, you were starting to fray, and a symptom of that was your body.

 “I’m coming into heat. Early; brought on, I suspect, by living here, by not knowing where I stand,” you said as the unusual feeling tingled in your tummy. You’d only had one heat before, when Jamie was conceived. An unmated Omega didn’t tend to catch them.

 Bucky’s eyes were locked on you now, and you watched his tongue make a path along his bottom lip. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed, nest and let him take care of you, but that fantasy was slipping through your fingers like sand.

 When he didn’t speak you sighed. “I’ll need to uh- make alternative arrangements to staying here.”

 Bucky snorted, his shoulders tensed, but still he didn’t speak.

 “I’ve got a few days before it really starts, I’ll get a room or something, I don’t want to irritate you,” you said.

 Tight pains shot across your chest, as still he didn’t speak, and you were starting to realise that this wasn’t what you thought. He was keeping you around because of Jamie, not because he wanted you there.

 “I was just letting you know Buck,” you said stepping back into the hallway and closing the door with a soft click. You paused at Jamie’s door, peeking in through the tiny gap. Jamie was snoring softly, blankets pulled around him.

 Your bed was cool when you slid in and you rested your cheek on the pillow. You had been hoping that once you and Jamie settled in that Bucky might be willing to try again, and you’d have a chance to finally finish high school, maybe pick up some classes online while you worked part time but that wasn’t going to work anymore. You’d need to pick up more shifts if you were to be able to afford a place of your own with enough room for your little boy.

 Disappointment left you feeling sour as you closed your eyes to sleep knowing that it likely wouldn’t come and you had yet another long night of thinking ahead of you.

 —————

 You closed your eyes, rocking your hips, loving the power you felt as you wiggled your body.

 Out of your perpetual vision you saw a hand coming up, third time in five minutes. You slapped it away and twisted, waggling your finger in his face and tisking as you rested your weight on his thick thighs.

 “Now now Lee, we both know you’re not allowed to touch me,” you said as you rested your forearms on his shoulders.

 He smirked at you and you smirked back. Lee Bodecker was the sheriff, and he just happened to be Bucky’s cousin. Although a little chunkier and shorter he was a lot like Bucky and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy dancing for him.

 It was a Wednesday afternoon, a slow day with very little happening. You were desperate for a few extra shifts to try and build up some cash so you could find a safe place to manage out your heat so you were picking up anything going.

 “You’re a pretty girl,” his voice was husky. “Hard to keep my hands to myself sugar.”

 He leered a little and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah well times up handsome,” you grinned as you rose and stepped back.

 “Awww sugar no, a little extra, for old times’ sake,” he pouted but you shook your head and giggled. you had barely known Lee before you came back, he was your boyfriends older cousin that you saw occasionally at school or family events.

 “Be a good boy and I’ll see you in a few weeks,” you promised. He pouted as you stepped back then his eyes widened slightly.

 You bumped into a solid wall of warm muscle and turned to see Bucky glowering at his older cousin, his arm sliding possessively around your waist.

 “We need to talk,” he growled in your ear. You tried to suppress the shiver but it didn’t work.

 “Oh now you want to talk?” You scoffed, letting your sass seep out. Dancing made you feel powerful and bantering with Lee had you in a good mood.

 He growled your name and you resisted the urge to press your thighs together least he might notice. Your body still wanted him, it hadn’t got the memo he wasn’t interested.

 “See ya Toots,” Lee called arrogantly after you. Bucky sent him a glare as he tugged you, once again, to the car park.

 “Jeez Buck you know how to make a girl feel special,” you teased. His grip tightened and he shook your arm then pulled you around to face him.

 “Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” He snapped.

 You lifted an eyebrow. “Why don’t you make me?”

 “Fuck you!” Bucky walked you backwards cupping your skull at the last moment to protect your head from the side of his truck.

 “You won’t,” you licked your lips, heat pooling in the pit of your tummy.

 The sound of a car alarm drew both of your attention; you followed Bucky’s gaze as it turned to the newcomer. Lee was busy placing his hat on the roof of his car. Bucky growled at him.

 “Word of advice Cousin,” he said as he sucked on his teeth, “don’t fuck this up.”

 “What?” Bucky snapped at him, a frown on his face. The hand on your shoulder loosened.

 “Well if she were my girl,” Lee paused and the smirk he had on his face was private and you could only imagine what he was thinking as he licked his lips, “I would let her dance. Look at her, she’s beautiful, every man in there wants her. If she were mine, well, everyone would know she was my girl. I’d watch her dance, I’d watch them leer over her, then, at the end of the night she’d be going home with me, and them bastards would be going home with their hand.”

 “Lee, fuck off,” Bucky growled.

 Lee sniffed and nodded, placing his hand back on his head. He tipped it towards you. “If he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass give me a call darlin’ and I’ll take real good care of you.”

 Bucky growled again then turned furious eyes on you. You looked up at him, your heart racing.

 “You’re mine, and I’m sick of this ‘sticking your ass in other people’s faces’ business. You’re mine!”

 Bucky’s eyes were wild, feral even. He was going to hit his rut before your heat.

 “Oh, so I’m yours?” You asked.

 Bucky nodded crowding closer. “You’re mine.”

 “Prove it.”

 His bite was harsh over your mating gland. It wasn’t a full bite, but a mark of intention. You felt blood trickle over your collarbones as he ground himself against your body.

 “That proof enough for you doll?” Bucky’s voice was low and gritty and you shivered despite yourself. He carefully licked the blood away and nosed at your neck.

 Your omega was preening but you hushed her, you weren’t that easy.

 "You think one little nip and I'm yours?" You pursed your lips. "You've been an ass to me Bucky."

 Bucky scrunched his nose up, he leaned closer and took a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours.

 "Baby I-"

 "No," you glared at him, your hands on his shoulders pushing him away. "No pet names. Now, I'm going back to work. If you really want to make this work, we can talk over dinner."

 With that you turned away and walked to the back door of the club. You paused, looking back over your shoulder. Bucky was watching you, his eyes dark and stormy, but you could have sworn his lips twitched into a smirk for a second. With a small wave, you clicked the door shut and stepped into the club.

 Technically your shift was over when Lee left but you didn’t mind staying on for a bit. As you took a podium next to the stage you saw Bucky enter through the door he’d pulled you from a few minutes ago. He took a seat, rested his ankle on his knee, clasped his fingers over his tummy, and kept his eyes on you for next hour.

 —————

 Bucky, I changed my mind, I don’t want to talk, I’d rather we talk later and do something more fun now. I’m heading to the cabin; I hope the woods are safe for a soft omega such as myself…xx

 —————

 Your heart hammered in your chest, your legs burned and you could smell the blood left behind from the branches that snatched at you.

 There was a growl behind you, closer than ever.

 You pushed on, catching a glimpse of the light in the cabin. The warm glow begged you to hurry, welcomed you and you decided you would take your chances with the wide meadow.

 You ran, ignoring every protest your body made. Heat trickled down your back, but a sudden burst of adrenaline pushed you on.

 He growled behind you, gleaming white fangs snapping in the night. You pushed on, leaping over a small stream and practically throwing yourself over the fence. By some miracle you landed on your feet and you dashed the last few meters to the porch, the door.

 You fell inside with a bang, the door slamming against the wall, but he was right behind you, looming over your body as you twisted onto your back.

 You tried to push away, and he followed you, his massive body caging you in. He changed as he moved, his body shifting and morphing before your eyes.

 It was an intimate thing an alpha shifting. They rarely let others watch. You were one of the few.

 He growled your name out, and you shivered. “I’m about sick of this dance we’re doing darlin’,” he whispered. “It’s time I took what’s mine.”

 You swallowed and nodded. “I agree.”

 “I’m going to bite you. Mate you. Claim you. Might even breed you. You want that? Huh?”

 You hesitated, and he smirked, his eyes burning into you. He caught a handful of your hair and pulled your head back roughly. “I asked you a question.”

 His breath was hot on your throat, and your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. You parted your lips and ran your tongue around them. Bucky mirrored your movement, and you clenched your thighs together.

 His eyes softened and searched your face.

 “Enough games baby, do you want this, do you want me?”

 You understood that this wasn’t part of the game, this wasn’t playtime. This was Bucky asking for your consent, your commitment.

 “I’ll take care of you, I promise, you just need to let me,” his tender words made your heart clench.

 “You’re all I’ve ever wanted love,” you told him.

 He brushed his chapped lips against your well bitten ones, slipped his tongue into your mouth. He rolled his hips down into you as he deepened the kiss, owning you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tangled your fingers into his hair.

 You felt his hard length against your lace covered centre, but you didn’t want that, not yet. Instead you rolled to your front and looked over your shoulder, pressing your ass into Bucky’s crotch.

 “Undress me,” you begged. Bucky smirked and within a minute you were naked. His hands gripped your arms trying to turn you over, but you played shy knowing it was what he wanted. “No.”

 Bucky chuffed and buried his face in your neck. “You’re killing me here doll,” he complained.

 “Promise you won’t look,” you teased again. Bucky snorted.

 “Yeah, dollface, I won’t look,” he raised back and sat on his haunches. His thick thighs bunched and his hard cock curved towards his tight abs. His eyes never left you as you rolled over, and he easily tugged your arms away from your body. “Tits got bigger.”

 You slapped him and he laughed, but then his face turned serious. “Bucky?”

 “I don’t want our second first time to be on the floor.”

 —————

 “Present,” Bucky growled low in his throat.

 You spread you knees, pushed your ass into the air and pressed your chest into the bedsheets below.

 You were already aching, wrung out from Bucky’s mouth on you and now he would take you as his own, snapping an unwavering bond in place forever.

 You would be omega no more; you would be his alpha female now. His equal.

 Bucky ran his fingers through your slick pussy, then used your juices to stroke his cock. He leaned forward and with his other hand grasped the two of yours in one of his.

 You whined, rutting back and he snarled in response, snapping his jaw at you.

 His cock was long and thick, and despite thorough preparation he felt almost too big. “Easy girl,” he hummed soothingly. “Good girl.”

 Normally you hated condescending words but you whined again trying to move back but he held you fast.

 “Bucky please,” you slurred. The last time you had been together he was a boy, strong but slim, a beta wolf. Years of hard work and had made him imposing, big but you still felt the same, small in comparison to his bulk.

 He sunk in slow, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

 “Baby,” he practically purred as he buried his face in your neck. He licked over your mating gland, and you clenched around him again.

 “Come on, please love fuck me,” you pushed against him. You could feel the veins on his cock against your walls as you clenched around him.

 Bucky pulled back slow then snapped his hips forward. The bed rattled as Bucky fucked your open, nipping the skin on your neck.

 He fucked you hard, hips slapping into yours as you both panted and gasped for air. His cock brushed over your sweet spot repeatedly bringing on yet another orgasm.

 You cried out, throwing your head back, and then Bucky flipped you onto your back. He loomed over you dark and strong, his eyes lust blown.

 “You ready?” He asked, his face open and sincere. You could feel him throbbing inside you and you nodded pulling his head down to yours smashing your lips together.

 “Fuck me please,” you said. Bucky picked up his pace, his mouth capturing a nipple as he fucked you hard. You hooked your ankles behind his back and bared your throat to him.

 Bucky did the same to you, baring his mating gland and pulling your face to his neck.

 He bit you first, and the mixture of pleasure and pain triggered another orgasm.

 Bucky’s seed flooded you, and you cried out as he pumped his hips repeatedly into you.

 You couldn’t stop licking and lapping at your mark on him, tasting his blood in your mouth. Bucky was doing the same, nuzzling into you.

 He drew his lips to yours and the kiss you shared was tender, Bucky’s hand cupping your chin to hold you in place. “I’m yours now doll, never gonna’ get rid of me.”

 You smiled up at him. “I’m yours, and I never want to be apart from you again Bucky. I love you so much.”

 As you law nuzzling each other you felt the bond slip into place. You lay there as long as you could stroking his back and hair and you gazed up at the ceiling.

 Eventually he pulled out, and you both watched as his fingers gathered your mixed juices and pushed them back in.

 “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered as his other hand trailed over your abdomen, his fingers tracing the little silver stretch marks left behind by Jamie.

 “Not so bad yourself,” you teased nudging his cheek with your foot. Bucky chuckled, nipped the arch of your foot then covered your body with his to ready you both for another round.

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[sashaisready]

Chapter Three

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

A year after the sudden death of your husband you find yourself at a loose end, unsure what to do next. You're also learning about your sexuality - your hidden desires and fantasies creeping out now you're no longer playing the role of the good wife. A certain Sheriff in town could be the one to awaken something in you

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Warnings: Smut, rough smut

You weren't sure where you were going, because you knew the station was in the other direction and the Sheriff seemed to have no intention of stopping anytime soon. But you wouldn't dare ask.

The cuffs dug into your wrists and you bounced across the back seat because the Sheriff hadn't put your seat belt on and wasn't too concerned with softening his sharp turns. You were scared now. You chastised yourself for being so stupid, for taking it as far as you did. For letting yourself get swept up in your anger and putting yourself at risk.

A tiny voice in the back of your mind was excited though. Something about being cuffed in the Sheriff's cruiser was like one of your fantasies come to life.

But this wasn't a fantasy, this was real. And now you'd cursed, kicked and spat at a police Sheriff. A Sheriff with the authority to put you in jail.

Lee was furious with you for making such a scene and making him look bad in front of everyone. The bored little rich widow needed a project it seemed, and that meant getting in everyone's way. He didn't know who the fuck you thought you were, a stuck up little bitch with too much time on her hands. He didn't know what he was going to do yet, but he knew he needed to teach you a lesson so you never tried anything like that again.

The Sheriff finally pulled over the car at the side of a dirt road at the start of some woods. You swallowed, panicking, trying to take in where you were. There was nobody around for miles. This couldn't be good.

He calmly stepped out of the driver's door, strolling around to the passenger door you were leaning against. He ripped it open suddenly and you fell straight out of the car roughly onto your back into the dirt below, your restrained hands meant you couldn't break your fall. You let out a small moan of pain.

Lee grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet, shoving you against the car. He leaned his face impossibly close to yours.

"D'you wanna tell me what the fuck you were doin' back there?" he sneered, practically nose to nose with you.

You gasped. "Trying...t-to...save the library" you replied breathlessly.

Lee chuckled. "An' makin' a fool of me, did that help?" he asked.

You didn't respond, desperately trying to think of what to say. He slammed your body against the car again, causing you to whimper. It didn't hurt really, but you were terrified.

"Answer me, sweetness" he demanded, clutching his hand around your chin, squeezing your face between his thick fingers.

Your body betrayed you in that moment. Despite the intense fear you felt, that small part of you thinking about your fantasies earlier had found its way to the front. The way he's looking at you is terrifying, but it's so animalistic and feral that you find yourself aroused. The touch of his fingers on your skin is almost burning. You can hear how heavy your breathing is, you're practically panting. You can see your chest rise and fall as you try and calm yourself down. There's a throbbing between your legs you're struggling to ignore. You can feel the moisture pooling, you clench yourself desperately trying to stop it but it only makes it worse. You can't even imagine how wet you are.

Once again, against all of your better judgement, you let your impulses lead the way.

A slow smile spreads across your face, your lids are hooded, heavy with lust. Lee's expression begins to change as he realises what's happening. Surely not? Is she...?

"Make me" you growl, and suddenly you press your mouth against his, unleashing your tongue into him with desperation. He gasps momentarily but suddenly he grips your face tighter and returns the kiss, his tongue finding yours. It's messy, frantic, teeth clashing with urgent breaths. You've never been kissed like this in your life. Kissing is too nice a word to describe what it is.

He rips your face away suddenly, his grip still taut on your chin. You are panting and saliva drips down onto your jawline, no way of knowing if its yours or his. He studies you for a moment.

"Are you sure about this darlin'?" he asks tentatively. "Because once I start...I ain't stoppin'". His smile is devilish, unable to believe that you have fallen right into his lap.

You nod fervently. All you can think about is how he'll feel inside of you. You're so touch starved, so desperate for contact, so aching for release.

"I've been very bad, Sheriff" you whisper, your eyes wide and innocent. "I need to be punished".

Lee's eyes are alight now, wild with lust. He grins, needing no further encouragement. You have no idea what you've let yourself in for.

He grips the handcuffs with one hand, pulling you away from the car. His other hand goes for your ass under your dress, gripping your cheeks and jiggling them, before giving a short spank hard against your flesh. You let out a gasp, causing him to moan softly.

"I'm gonna have some fun with you, honey" he growls. He drags you round to the front of the car, roughly pushing you onto your back as you lay flat on the hood.

"Spread 'em" he commands, gesturing at your legs.

You feel momentarily embarrassed, despite everything you've already said to this man, and having his tongue in your mouth seconds before. But then you glance at him, and you can see that look in his eyes. It hits you that it's the same look you think about in your fantasies. The look of all-encompassing lust and desire for you. The look you'd always wanted to see from Arthur. It's even more powerful in reality than it had even been in your mind's eye. Your libido takes the wheel, you are no longer driving.

You kick your legs out enthusiastically to hitch your dress up over your stomach, exposing your cotton white underwear to the Sheriff and the cold light of day. Then you spread your legs as per his demand, hitching your ankles up onto the bonnet. The metal is warm against your bare legs. You feel salacious presenting yourself in this way, offering yourself up on a plate. You have never been so excited.

Lee exhales as his gaze travels down your body. He can see the moisture pooled against the gusset of your underwear, his mouth practically watering.

He moves to you quickly, yanking your briefs off with such force that they tear, hanging uselessly off your leg. He wastes no time, taking a finger and running it languidly along your entrance. You gasp at the feeling, your body shudders. He moves to the top of you, his thumb finding your clitoris and massaging small circles. You cry out, before pressing your face into the surface of the car to muffle your cries.

Lee grabs your face and pushes it back towards him.

"We have nobody to be quiet for here, honey" he whispers, pinning you against the bonnet as his thumb continues.

You can already feeling the beginnings of your climax building from those first few seconds, your body overwhelmed by the sudden touch. He suddenly withdraws his thumb and you whine pathetically at the loss. He seizes your dress and pulls it over your head, although your cuffed arms mean he can't shake it from you entirely so it hangs halfway down your back. He pulls you forward suddenly and unclips your bra from your back with one hand, flinging it onto the ground below. You feel like a ragdoll being stripped. You arms still locked behind your back mean your breasts were presented particularly pertly, pushed together by the position of your shoulders.

He gazes at your exposed breasts, smiling admiringly and taking them in his mouth one at a time. Moaning deeply as his tongue swirls over your nipple. You moan too, throwing your head back against the bonnet in ecstasy.

"I always knew you'd have nice tits" he grunts as he removes your breast from his mouth, roughly manhandling your chest and squeezing them. You have no verbal response, you're lost somewhere in your pleasure haze.

He inserts a finger into your folds, you initially yelp at the intrusion – it has been so long since a man had been inside of you like that. You gasp as the initial sting turns into pleasure, bucking your hips against him, aching for more.

"You're so tight for me" he hisses, inserting another digit inside. You clench tightly around him, unsure if you'd ever be able to let him go. "You've been waitin' a long time now honey, haven't you?"

He buries his face deep in your cunt and begins to lick your clit as his fingers pump into you faster and faster. "Tastes so good, baby" he moans.

You cry out, your shoulders shuddering. Between the sensations and the way he talks to you, you are overwhelmed. Your thighs clamp around his ears, holding him in place and communicating your urgency. You squeeze him forcefully as your climax builds and builds, as if you're afraid he will try and escape before your release arrives.

You can hear him moaning softly against you. He knows you are close. He finds himself rock hard as he listens to your cries, and your moisture drips onto the car hood below.

The building continues into a violent crescendo and your climax greets you like a freight train. You cum so hard that a strangled scream leaves your lips and you feel dizzy, short of breath, it's as if you can feel every nerve ending in your body in tandem. He continues lapping at you through your orgasm, dragging it out until the sensitivity is too intense and your legs kick him away.

You catch a glimpse of his face as he looks back up at you, his face drenched in your fluids. You gasp at the lewdness of it before your exhaustion hits, and you slump back down panting.

He's grinning ear to ear, watching your destroyed body crash back onto the hood as if you've taken a bullet to the head. Your hair is wild and knotted, your face is flushed and shiny with sweat. He takes it all in, admiring his handiwork.

"You enjoy that, sweetie?" he asks, almost mockingly. "Did you get what you needed?"

You utter a small grunt, still drunk on your orgasm and trying to grasp that this is all really happening. You always thought your solo climaxes were intense, but this is on another level.

You don't have long to recover as you hear the clinking of his belt buckle. His trousers drop to the ground and he takes his length in his hand, crawling up your body. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, longer and thicker than you could ever have imagined. You gasp, despite being soaked you're not sure you're even equipped to take him.

"My turn, baby. And I like it rough".

He kisses you deeply and you feel his tongue swirling against yours, feeling yourself come back to life and reawakening.

You spread your legs in wait, but he laughs.

"No, not yet hon'. You gotta repay the favour".

He grabs your arm and spins you round so that you're rotated the other way, your head is now flopping off the side of the cruiser and you're essentially upside down. You're dazed by the sudden movement and confused about what he's doing.

But suddenly all is clear. He walks around the car and stands astride you, lining you up with his crotch and resting a knee on the car.

"Open wide and say 'Ahh' honey".

Your mouth falls open before you can understand what he's doing and suddenly he pushes his huge cock deep into your mouth. You're positioned perfectly so that he can essentially fuck your throat. You gasp, spluttering and gagging. You've never performed oral sex like this with a man in control, normally it was you guiding the movements and pace. Right now you're nothing more than a warm, wet hole for him.

He must notice the panic in your eyes as he begins to hush you, rubbing a comforting finger under your chin.

"Shh. C'mon honey. I know you can take me. Breathe through your nose, now".

As he finds a rhythm you begin to calm down. You're still gagging but it gets easier. You feel tears streaming from your eyes, the day's mascara sliding down your cheeks. Spit is leaking from the sides of your mouth as he thrusts and drips down onto your chin.

"This is what happens when you disrespect me, baby. You gotta be put in your place. Doin' all those terrible things in front of all those good people? Huh? Can't let you get away with that" he grunts.

His thrusts become more erratic and you're shocked to feel another orgasm build as he taunts you.

As uncomfortable as you are, you feel intensely aroused. It's degrading, to be used like this, but he's moaning so intensely each time your throat takes a bit more of him. Arthur never made sounds like that. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be swept away as you listen to him whine, strangely proud that you are doing that to him.

"So good baby...that's so so good. You're a good little cocksucker aren't you? Look at you go" he moans.

You squirm as you listen to his praise, clenching your thighs together. You barely recognise this version of yourself, high on the adrenaline of being spoken to like a common whore.

Suddenly he rips himself from your mouth. You shoot back up, using your cuffed hands to push yourself away from the bonnet and sit upright once more. You're coughing and choking, wheezing as you gasp for air.

Lee chuckles. "Well that was just too damn good sweetie and I don't wanna finish before we've got to the main event".

He grabs you roughly from behind, pulling you against his chest. You can feel his tummy resting on your back, and his sopping cock grinds against your backside. You back up against him, gyrating and pinning his dick between your cheeks.

He practically barks at that, then pushes your shoulders down so that your breasts and neck are flat across the bonnet. Your head is turned to the side, the metal resting against your cheek. He kicks between your feet to spread your legs then lines himself up. You can feel the cool breeze against your folds as you wait, practically salivating as he delivers a sharp snap to your ass.

"Fuck me, Lee" you whisper softly into the cruiser's hood.

"What was that honey?" he asks teasingly, his fingers curled in your hair as he rips you back up to face him. He wants to watch you say it.

"Fuck me, Lee" you repeat, staring into his azure eyes. He stares right back so intensely that you nearly look away. It's like looking into the eyes of the devil.

"Gladly" he responds, shoving your head back against the bonnet.

He pushes inside you in a single movement, bottoming out instantly. You yelp at the sting, he's so big that you feel completely stuffed. You can't believe he could fit entirely within you.

"Oh honey" he moans as he pulls out and slams into you again. "And I thought your mouth was good..".

You can barely hear whatever he's saying as he finds his rhythm, you're already lost in the familiar warmth of your climax starting up again. There is an obscene squelching sound as he rams into you, you're dripping at this point. You feel his balls slap against your cheeks and his tummy nudging the top of your ass. You begin to meet his thrusts, jerking your hips in time with his and pushing back onto him.

"You really thought you were gonna stop the library removal today sweetie?" he taunted as he sped up.

You could only mewl quietly in response, your head spinning.

"Hope you learned your lesson that what I say goes. You got that babydoll?" he asks through laboured breaths. He slaps your ass with the back of his hand.

You want to make a clever retort but there's nothing left in your brain except this moment and how it feels. And then finally, it's here. You let go and your orgasm swells through your body. You go limp and cry out obscenities as it works its way through. For a brief moment you think you lose your vision.

Lee gasps as you clench tightly around him while you ride through your climax. It pushes him over the edge, triggering his own orgasm. His cry is long and drawn out as he shoots thick white streams of cum within you, filling you to the brim and then his heavy body crashes down across your back.

For a moment he lays on top of you like that. The only sounds are the deep panting from the both of you, and a bird cheeping somewhere in the trees. You close your eyes, genuinely realising you might fall asleep despite the uncomfortable position and the huge man on top of you. 

For the first time in a long time you are finally spent, satisfied.

#lee bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #Awakened fic

[provokedgoalie]

Wasting Away.

• lee bodecker x reader

• 9. "when will it finally stop?" / 40. "will you shut up for once?!"

• tags/warnings: angst, alcoholism, brief mention of a character death, slight assault from reader, bodecker just being a big 'ol meanie

(note: I pulled up a random number generator & used the dialogue prompts from this post)

(edit: I finally finished this! (oct. 30, '22) Idk when I started on it, but it's been in the drafts for a while oof. ending this was a bitch but I'm a bit satisfied with it 👌🏽)

Lee's drinking started becoming a problem after the death of his sister— that amber colored glass bottle was practically glued to his large hand; at one point, you tried prying it out of his grasp, only for him to yank it back with a scowl on his face.

Then came the arguing, the denial and the defensiveness.

You threw your hands in the air in exasperation, “I can't deal with this shit, Lee. When will it finally stop? You're gonna drink yourself to death!”

“Will you shut up for once?!” he shouted, index finger and thumb pinching his furrowed brows. “I'm getting fucking tired of that mouth of yours running.”

In the heat of the moment, your palm collided with his round cheek— the skin to skin contact was deafening, as it broke the heavy tension.

Lee's gazed up at you in bewilderment as he raised a hand to his stinging cheek, mouth slightly agape in stunned silence.

You gritted your teeth as you spit out, “Now, you better clean up your act, Sheriff. Otherwise, I'm packing up my shit and never comin' back, you hear?”

You left the room in a huff, but not before Lee spotted the single tear pooling in your eye.

That single act brought something to the surface, feelings he never thought he'd experience: hurt, pain, concern— how could someone like you bring about these emotions out of him?

Lee glanced down at the forgotten bottle in his hand, gave it a little twirl by the neck; the liquid sloshed around, tiny droplets landing on his lap to leave a stain— he glared angrily at it, as if it was the reason for his strained relationship.

And maybe it was, he thought glumly. Glancing at the spot where you once stood he heaved a sigh, swiping a hand down his face before resting his head back on the sofa.

He shut his eyes as your words echoed around in his mind.

Never comin’ back.

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[starryevermore]

miss american pie: caramel popcorn (2) ✧ lee bodecker

miss american pie ✧ a modern tatted!lee series | ao3 | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

pairing: modern tatted!lee bodecker x tiny fem!reader

summary: lee takes his little baker out to see a movie. 

word count: 1,713

warnings?: slight age difference between reader and lee (reader is mid-20’s, lee is late-20’s/early 30’s), pet name (sweet cheeks), not proofread

note: while this is the main storyline i envision for modern tatted!lee, feel free to send in any ideas/concepts you’d like to discuss in my asks. 

disclaimer: by “tiny”, i am simply referring to the height of the reader, which i am envisioning as being 5’2” or less. i am not commenting on the weight/body type of the reader. just how she compares in height to lee. 

Lee Bodecker was nothing if not a persistent man. He’d found a way to weasel his way into your life, but you weren’t complaining about it. He was interesting, different, from most of the men you’d met in your life. When he had come back that night to share a cheesecake with you, he made himself clear that he was interested in you. It was so unlike anything you’d ever experienced. When you were in school, you always dealt with guys skirting around the issue, playing games with your heart, only to leave you in the dust when they were done with you. You almost felt like this was too good to be true. Lee was a handsome man with a great job. Who were you, at the end of the day? An outsider, who had no idea how to even begin fitting into this town. Why would he want to be with someone like you?

But then he smiled at you, his blue eyes twinkling, and any reservations you may have had flew straight out the window. You told him you were interested in getting to know him, that you were willing to see where things could go. He practically lit up, asking if you wanted to go see a movie with him. The local drive-in was showing a double-feature this weekend, Jurassic Park followed by E.T., if you wanted to go. Unable to say no, you gave him your number, telling him to text you a time and a place to meet up. He texted you as soon as he was out of the bakery. Friday night at 8:00. The drive-in opened at 8:30 and was just a little outside of town, he said, so it would take a bit to get there, and he wanted to make sure he got the best spot. 

When Friday came, you agonized over what to wear. Do you look cute and risk being uncomfortable? You’d be outside, at night, and that ruled out 90% of your cutest date clothes. Or do you go purely comfortable and risk coming off as unattractive? Would Lee find you unattractive if you chose comfort over fashion? Would he even care? This was a small town in Ohio, and you doubted he or any of the men would care that much about what a woman would wear. So, you slipped on a knitted sweater and a pair of leggings, hoping that it bridged the gap between chic and cozy.

Lee pulled up outside the bakery/apartment at 8:00 on the dot. He was in an older truck, and from your view out the window in your bedroom, you could tell he had put an air mattress in the bed of the truck. It made you giggle, thinking about how you could curl up next to him while watching the films. You bet he would be a good cuddler. 

He came up to your apartment door like a gentleman, presenting a bouquet of roses to you when you opened the door. “Saw these on my way down here,” he said. “Thought it would be something you’d like, sweet cheeks.”

“I love them,” you said, taking a moment to smell them. “I’m gonna just put these in some water and then we can go, okay? You can come in while I do that.”

He nodded, stepping into your apartment, his hands buried in his pockets as he looked around. You disappeared into the kitchen, fishing out a vase from under the sink and setting it under the water spout, letting it fill with water while you trimmed the edges of the stems over the trashcan. Once everything was to your liking, you plopped the roses into the vase, rearranging them slightly so they looked almost picturesque. Then you took the vase to the living room where Lee was waiting, setting the flowers up on the coffee table. 

“You ready?” you asked Lee. 

“Hold on, just need a moment.” Except, he didn’t do anything, except look you up and down, a smirk curling across his face. “Sorry, just needed a second to appreciate your beauty.”

You felt your face heat up. “You’re just sayin’ that.”

“Would never lie to you, sweet cheeks,” he insisted. “Not when you look so good. Just wanna eat you up.”

“We have a movie to get to,” you squeaked. How he could be so forward was mind blogging to you. Even though you weren’t inexperienced, you’d never spoken to someone who put it all out there like Lee did. 

“That we do,” he said, letting you lead the way out of your apartment, his hand on your back as you grabbed your purse and walked out, only letting go long enough to let you lock the door. “Besides, it’s better to save dessert for last.”

“Oh, uh—”

“Oh, I’m just teasin’ you, sweet cheeks. Like to rile you up,” he said, but the look in his eyes told you anything but. Still, he didn’t press further as he led you down to his truck, even being gentlemanly enough to open the door for you. 

The trip to the drive-in was largely uneventful, save for the fact that Lee insisted on you sitting in the middle seat (“Don’t give me that look, sweet cheeks! All of those pillows and blankets need their own spot. ‘sides, you get your own special spot right next to the Sheriff.”). Or the way one hand would always slip down to your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze as he drove along the road. 

When you reached the drive-in, you were surprised to see there was already a long, winding line of cars. Was this typical entertainment for a Friday night? A weekly grand event for the small town? You supposed it probably was. They didn’t have an actual movie theatre, as you’d learned when you were picking out where to move to. Though, you hadn’t expected there to be one. Small towns, genuine small towns, with movie theatres only exist in movies and tv shows. 

Lee groaned when he saw the line, mumbling something about y’all might not get the best spot now. You hated the way disappointment cast itself on his face, so you reached over, turning on the radio, smiling slightly when a familiar tune filled the truck.

“With every paper I’d deliver, bad news on the doorstep,” you sang, nudging Lee’s arm, trying to get him to sing along “I couldn’t take one more step.”

Lee rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. Reluctantly, he began to sing, “I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride.”

“So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,” you sang together. “And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n rye, singin’ ‘This’ll be the day that I die’, ‘This’ll be the day that I die’.”

You giggled as the song continued, your head falling onto Lee’s shoulder. His hand moved from your thigh as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. Butterflies fluttered around in your tummy as the nerves began to set in. You looked down, your hand resting on his thigh as the line inched forward, the theatre officially open for business. You only moved long enough for Lee to lift his hips to pull his wallet out from his back pocket to pay for the tickets. 

He drove down the dirt road, finding a spot near the middle of the field, backing into the spot so that you could watch the movie on the air mattress he’d brought. 

Once parked, Lee said, “Why don’t you get comfortable while I get us all set up?”

You nodded, grabbing the pile of pillows and blankets, and hopping out of the truck. You walked around to the bed of the truck, tossing the pillows and blankets in before trying to figure out how you were supposed to get in. As you chewed on your lip, you suddenly felt a pair of hands on your waist, lifting you over the edge. You gasped, instinctively kicking your legs, until you were in the bed and saw that Lee was the one who had lifted you. 

“Lee Bodecker!” you giggled. “You scared me!”

“Sorry, sweet cheeks, was just tryin’ to be your knight in shining armor,” he teased. “Just finished putting the speakers on and saw you strugglin’.”

“Well, thank you, my lovely knight,” you said, feeling a rare surge of confidence as you leaned over, planting a kiss on his soft cheek.

His face tinted pink, a smile reappearing. “Well, thank ya, sweet cheeks. Now, I’m ‘bout to head over and get some snacks. You want anything?”

“Hmm, how about some caramel popcorn?” you asked. “Oh, and a Pepsi?”

“Your wish is my command,” he said. “I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

You nodded, grabbing the pillows and blankets once more, setting them all up to your liking, creating a nice little nook for you and Lee. You settled into the comfortable space you’d made, pulling a nice, fluffy blanket over your lap as you watched the previews. Not that much later, Lee was back with a large bag of caramel popcorn, a box of Milk Duds, and two Pepsis. He reached the snacks over for you to hold so that he could hop over into the bed. 

He sat beside you, pulling you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You busied yourself with putting the straws in your drinks before grabbing the popcorn bag and placing it in Lee’s lap so you could both grab from it with ease. 

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, your head resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. But, as the movie began, you found yourself looking up, moving forward, cradling his face in your hands, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed back instantly, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, pushing its way inside your mouth, exploring the space, tangling his tongue with yours. 

He pulled away when you both needed to breathe, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before smirking. “Tastes even sweeter than I’d thought.”

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[babyjakes]

no use fightin'.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | breeding kink

summary | the sheriff knocks you up in the empty station.

pairing | dark!lee bodecker x reader

warnings | dark!lee (kinda soft but then not lol), noncon, that southern accent (you gotta read it this way or it won’t work!!), corruption/abuse of power, handcuffs, heavy use of petnames, panty gag, crying, p in v, forced orgasm, mocking/degradation/humiliation, insults, breeding kink, slight tummy bulge/size kink :^)

word count | 1,028

an | oh boy. lee’s back, and he’s still just as dark and delicious as ever:’-) i have kind of decided i suck at writing lee’s vernacular but guess i forgive myself - i think the heavy use of those southern petnames maybe makes up for it? i hope everyone enjoys this one!

“My oh my, sweetcheeks. You’s is quite the sight for sore eyes, now ain’t ya?” The sheriff’s breath is hot against the sweat-drenched flesh of your neck where he’s tucked up his lips, suckling gently on and off again as his hands wander across your tummy and hips. “Got you lookin’ so pretty for me, all tied up like this- oh come on now, suga’ pie. S'no need for tears,” he hums as you choke against the fabric of your own lingerie he’s got stuffed up in your mouth. “You’re gonna ruin all that pretty makeup you got on. You get all dolled up jus’ for me, angel?” Lee teases, his touch trailing down to the crook of your thigh, “Aww baby, you shouldn’ have.”

You sob out a desperate attempt at a cry for help, but none of your words translate through your makeshift gag, soaked with your tears and spit. Your wrists struggle helplessly in the harsh metal cuffs locked high above your head, the faint rattling of the chain causing the sick man before you to chuckle. “S'no use in fightin’ it, sweetha’t. We got the whole damn station to ourselves, how’s about that, hmm?” Dragging one of his thick digits down between your clenching legs, he dips into your wetness, prodding around a bit to find your aching clit. “Oh my, babydoll. Looks like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he sings as he drags his finger around the tender bud in slow, agonizing circles, the brutal stimulation causing the bundle of nerves to burn in sinful need. “There, that’s it, peach,” he grumbles, his other hand rising to cup your chin as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “See? I can play nice,” Lee grin as you whimper in humiliation, the unwanted pleasure he’s providing making your gut twist in shame. “Jus’ gotta let me love on you, sweetcheeks. C’mon now, that’s it.”

Shifting his thumb to take over against your throbbing button, he eases a first finger inside of you, groaning lowly at the feeling of you clenching down against him. “Fuck, suga’ pie. Such a tiny little hole, you’s got.” Soon, a second finger is added as the sheriff struggles to stretch you out. “Love those pretty sounds you make,” Lee coos as you do your best to suppress your sobs, his fingers now squelching lewdly as they pump hard and fast into your channel. Feeling pressure begin to build in your belly, you squeeze your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to fight off your approaching climax. But when the cruel man’s pace at rubbing your hardened clit increases, there’s nothing you can do but wail into the thick wad of fabric caught between your teeth as you cream right on Lee’s fingers, causing him to cheer at his success in breaking you.

“That’s my girl- fuck, angel,” he cursed as you heave through your high. “Such a needy little cunt on you, already cummin’ for me and I haven’t even felt inside’a you.” Your body slumps pathetically once Lee pulls away from you, the cuffs around your wrists digging into the tender flesh to keep you hanging upright. At the sound of the sheriff’s belt buckle coming undone, followed by his zipper, you let out another futile sob, your entire body convulsing as his rock-hard length is lined up at your opening.

“Come on now, peach. Don’t tap out on me yet,” Lee rouses you, rubbing at your clit harshly to jolt you to attention, the overstimulation of the little nub bringing more tears to your eyes. “There she is; now hold still, sweetha’t. Don’t wanna hurt you while I’m stretchin’ you open.” When the thick, throbbing rod of flesh begins slowly impaling you, bile rises in your throat as your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, can barely fit inside’a ya, sweetcheeks,” the man shakes his head. “C’mon, let me in, pretty girl. Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, smiling sickly as he pinches your clit, causing you to jerk against his cruel hand.

The next few seconds are purely agonizing as Lee forces the rest of himself inside of you, letting out a strained moan when his balls finally meet your slick heat. “Shit, babydoll. Look at you, so full’a me. You gonna let me fuck you, suga’ pie? Gonna let me fill you with my babies, make you into a nice little wife for me?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the man’s words, but before you can cry out or react in any way, Lee’s pulled out of you gently, only to slam back in with devastating force. “That’s right, you’s is gonna fucking take it, bitch,” he demands, knocking the wind out of you by repeating the action again, then again, slowly building up speed. “Fuck, jus’ like that. Stupid little slut, jus’ gotta hang there and take it. Gonna knock you up, sweetcheeks. Get that sweet little tummy nice ‘nd round for me, make you mine for good.”

As Lee continues to fuck you brutally, only your pitiful weeping and the man’s hoarse groans can be heard through the empty back room, accompanied by the sounds of his flesh smacking against yours as he makes his mark on you, ensuring you’ll feel his impact for days to come. The ordeal seems too painful for another climax on your end to even be possible, but as Lee begins his chase towards release, he isn’t satisfied without you right there with him. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more, need’a feel you milkin’ me when I shoot that belly’a yours full’a cum.” His hand returns to roll your clit between his fingers, and in a matter of just seconds he’s got you crying out once more, clamping down on him as your orgasm is forced out of you.

“Shit, that’s it. Jus’ like that, peach. Fuck, oh fuck,” Lee grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally bottoms out, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up causing a scream to rise in your throat. “That’a girl- take it, angel,” he smiles as he kisses your cheek. “Nothin’ you can do but fuckin’ take it.”

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[boxofbonesfic]

Dark!Lee x getting sick x “This is… a pregnancy test. And it’s… positive?” “Merry Christmas?” 

I mean 👀 if you feel inspired by this I'd love to know your take on it. And if not, that's okay. I'm going to enjoy reading these requests regardless. Congratulations again love ❤

Title: And baby makes three

Pairing: Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: It’s been a long hard year for you and Lee, but a new year means new beginnings, among other things.

Warnings: Dubcon, References to past kidnapping, Gaslighting, Manipulation, is there a tag for sad fluff lmao

Word count: 1250

A/N: another installment for my 5K challenge!! @sweeterthanthis thank you so much for this awesome prompt for Sheriff daddy. please slide into my inbox whenever you want bestie 🥺❤️ as always, my quote prompt is marked in bold!

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI!

enjoy! 😘

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“Oh sweet pea. You’re burnin’ up.” Lee’s hand is cool on your sweaty forehead, and he regards your pout with a chuckle. “Don’t look at me like that, now. What would your mama think if I let you waltz in to Christmas dinner with a forehead hot enough to fry an egg?” Your scowl deepens, even as your husband laughs at your ire.

“I feel fine,” you protest, even though you’re the furthest from fine you’ve been in months. Your throat feels like it’s full of broken glass, and your words are punctuated with the same persistent wet rattle you’d been trying to get rid of for a week, now. “It’s Christmas, I can’t miss Christmas.”

Not like last year. It had been a year since the last time you’d been able—been allowed, the quiet, stubborn voice in the back of your mind corrects—to see your  family, and Lee had promised that this year, these holidays, you would get to.

Stubbornly, you cross your arms, and refuse the thermometer when Lee tries to bring it to your lips.

“Now sweets you open that mouth for me, or we’re gonna have a problem.” He chastises, cupping your jaw with a gentle hand as he rubs circles on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. Your jaw drops open without further complaint—you know better than to fight him now. “Good girl.” He slides it under your tongue and waits for the beep, his eyes narrowing as he reads the number on the tiny little screen before turning it around so you can see.

“A hundred and three. Looks like we’re stayin’ home this year, sweet pea.”

Your chest clenches painfully. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks. You can’t help but look up at him accusatorially. You’d been good, you’d done everything he asked, everything he wanted—even when it hurt. Even when it made you feel like you were going to shatter into a hundred thousand pieces that could never be put together again—because Lee knew what was best. Lee took care of you, even before you knew you needed him. And he’d shown you exactly how much.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Lee’s face fell, his mouth creasing with concern.

“Oh baby. I’m sorry, I know I promised. But you’re sick, sweet. I can’t take you over to your mama’s house with you like this.” He climbs into bed beside you, cradling your head against his chest as you sniffle.

“I miss my mom,” you say quietly, and Lee squeezes you tighter.

“I know, sweet pea. When you’re feeling better, I promise I’ll take you first thing.”

“Tomorrow?” You ask, and Lee laughs.

“If your fever’s broke by tomorrow, I’ll take you down and we can all open presents together, how’s that sound?” You give him a sad little nod and a watery smile before resting your head back against his chest. The soft curve of his belly rests against your back comfortably, and the low rumble of his voice lulls you into a pleasant, sleepy daze.

You can remember when the sound of his voice instilled terror, the deep timbre of it shaking you to your core. It seemed silly now, being afraid of Lee when he only wanted the best for you—to give the best to you.

“You know, sweet pea, on Christmas eve, my mama used to let us open a couple o’ things. Would you like that?” He presses a kiss to your temple. You know it’s a compromise, a way to soothe the hurt of his broken promise—even though it isn’t his fault. It’s your first real Christmas together, and you’re glad for the hazy, unpleasant darkness that blots out the one you spent together last year—if it could even be called that.

Concrete, cold under your bare bottom, your fingers raw and ragged from scratching and pulling at the thick, heavy metal door—

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes, Lee,” you say quietly, smiling up at him. “I would like that.” You remind yourself that that’s over now, that you don’t ever have to go in the hole again. Because you’re a good girl now, and Lee promised, he swore if you were his sweet, good girl, you would never have to, ever again.

You watch your husband get up and go to the closet. “No peekin’, now.” Dutifully, you close your eyes and listen to the sound of him rummaging through things. “Okay, open ‘em.” In his hands is a long, slim box. It’s decorated with silver wrapping paper, printed with images of Christmas trees and snow.

For the first time, you see uncertainty cross his features. “Now this is just one of ‘em,” he says, handing you the box. Lee sits on the edge of the bed, watching you. “Go on, open it.” You pick at the corner of the wrapping paper, tearing it until you can see the white box underneath. Gingerly, you pull off the top, to reveal a locket, on a dainty gold chain.

You smile softly as you pick it up with gentle fingers. You carefully open the locket, revealing two pictures: one of you, smiling as you wave at the camera, and one of Lee, his plump lips parted in a smile of his own. Your heart swells, and immediately you slip it over your head before lunging forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I love it,” your voice is muffled by his chest. “I love it, Lee.” When you pull away, he’s grinning from ear to ear.  “And, um, I have something for you, too.” The surprise on his face is priceless. You hadn’t been out of the house unsupervised, all of your shopping trips accompanied by Lee or one of his deputies, if he couldn’t make it, and the receipts were promptly delivered to him at the station.

“You did? Sweet pea, you ain’t have to get me nothin’. M’happy enough just t’ have you.”

“Of course I did,” you reply, waving him off. “Now get up. And close your eyes,” you croak, waiting until he does so to reach between the mattress and the box spring on your side of the bed. “I didn’t have much wrapping paper, but…” You press the box into his hands. “Merry Christmas, Lee.”

You watch him pull at the wrapping paper eagerly, your fingers twisting together nervously. What if he’s angry? What if he hates me?

What if I go back in the hole?

He pulls off the lid to the box, and the smile on his face dies.

“Sweet pea, this is… a pregnancy test.”

“Y-yeah, it is.”

“And it’s positive.”

You give him a sheepish smile. “Merry Christmas?” Lee looks down at the test in the box, and then back up at your face.

“You’re pregnant?” His voice cracks. You’re not even finished nodding before Lee is pressing you to his chest, peppering your face and hair with kisses. “This is—the best present—I ever fuckin’ got—” He cups your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him. “That’s really my baby in there?” He rasps, his eyes bright with joy, and his mouth trembling from the force of his smile. He places a careful hand on your belly, like he can already feel the life inside.

“I love you,” Lee replies after a beat of silence, and when he looks up at you, his eyes are brimming with tears.

“I love you too.”

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𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 ━ You’re just another face in the small town of Knockemstiff working two jobs in order to pay for your education. Sensing your desperation, Sheriff Bodecker offers you a deal you cannot refuse.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 ━ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. THIS FIC IS CENTERED AROUND DARK THEMES, if it bothers you do not read it. Mentions of prostitution and murder. Police Corruption. Extremely imbalanced power dynamics. Misogyny. Religious themes. Sacrilege content. Blasphemy. Soul selling. Smut; loss of virginity, corruption and innocence kink, size kink, degradation + praise, blood play if you squint.

The people of Knockemstiff were convinced that their small town was an omen in itself.

Nothing but tragedy seemed to strike there. Behind the small town charm —Southern hospitality, classic diners, and church on Sundays — lied something more sinister that no one could quite put their tongue on. The stench of decay shrouded upon all that resided there. Perhaps the bullet hole ridden welcome sign was enough to convince the stray passersby and those lucky enough to leave to keep driving and never look back. But only those lucky enough.

After all, it’s hard to escape the devil’s jaws when he himself is the beating heart of Knockemstiff.

Lee Bodecker always thought of himself as a big fish in a tiny pond.

He wasn’t made to follow in the footsteps of every Tom, Dick, and Harry in this town. Instead, he was made for greatness. The police academy called his name. It was there that he could exercise his lust for control, order, and pure subordination. Lee instantly became a fiend upon tasting the tiniest amount of superiority. He knew then and there that he would do anything — would step on anyone and everyone’s throat — if it meant feeding his desires.

The young deputy lied, maimed, framed, and killed his way up the ranks, deceiving with the utmost ease and finesse like it was second nature. No one questioned it, for Lee Bodecker and his striking cobalt eyes could never do anything wrong in the townsfolk’s eyes. All pawns in his game, he played them all with no remorse. By the time Lee was at the last stretch of his campaign for Sheriff, the soon to be sheriff had a mountain of dead bodies on his name. None of which anyone would know about.

That is, aside from the devil himself.

He had been watching Lee closely, impressed at the way he took, and took, and took without hesitation. That night, he offered him the ultimate prize; all the power his heart desired in exchange for a place in his ranks.

The next morning, Knockemstiff was celebrating the victory of their new sheriff — Sheriff Bodecker.

He rejoiced brazenly, basking in the newfound vitality that coursed through his veins. Later that night, parents tucked their children into bed and read them their usual bedtime stories about ferocious flesh eating monsters with sharp talons, rows of razor sharp teeth, and red eyes. Little did they know they were leaving out the most terrifying monster of all. The handsome bachelor with crystal azure eyes that could flash you a dazzling smile moments after devouring someone’s soul. The kind that was tasked with protecting their town but was also the reason for all of its tragedies.

Lee wasn’t just a big fish in a little pond.

He was a great white, and he was going to wreck every little measly guppy that got in his way.

Your lids felt heavy as you blinked the tiredness out of your eyes. Checking the clock behind you, you bit back a sigh as you realized you still had one whole hour to go until you could call it a night. From behind you, you heard the screeching sound of a barstool being dragged across the floor. Closing your eyes tightly, you took a deep breath before turning around to tend to your customer. Your breath got caught in your throat as you laid eyes on who was sitting in front of you. Sheriff Bodecker himself was slumped against the counter; his brows etched together in a permanent scowl. He was a regular frequenter of the bar where he made shoddy “business” arrangements with Leroy and Bobo before disappearing behind the red velvet curtains for a rump in the sheets with one of Leroy’s girls. You knew his presence. You knew he liked his whiskey a little too much. But you had never served him. Not until tonight.

“How are you, Sheriff Bodecker?” You greeted nervously. “What can I get you?”

The man’s eyes snapped forward to meet yours, his chin titled downward, making him look menacing.

“Whiskey.” He answered shortly.

You got to it promptly, swiftly swiping a clean glass off the table before plopping a large ice cube in and pouring the amber liquid. Sheriff Bodecker eyed you with an unreadable expression as you placed his drink in front of him politely, your hands locked behind your back as a shy smile graced your features. Your aura nearly blinded him as he studied you.

“How long you been workin’ here?” He questioned, his stare unwavering as he brought the glass to his lips.

“A couple of months, sir.”

Picking up a washcloth, you nervously wiped the counter down in an attempt to calm yourself. The way the sheriff was staring at you made you want to squirm. You had never done anything wrong, had a perfectly clean record, and yet in that very moment, it had felt like you committed a thousand crimes.

“Aren’t you a little too young for a place like this?” Sheriff Bodecker prodded once more.

Your face went hot with embarrassment.

“Gotta pay for school somehow.” You admit sheepishly.

His visage lightened up the tiniest bit.

“College.” He huffs nostalgically.

In one large gulp, Lee downs the remains of his drink before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a large bill. You break it up and place the amount for his drink into the register before walking back to him and handing him the change.

He shakes his head. “Keep it, honey.”

You shook your head frantically, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Oh no, I couldn’t—”

“You arguin’ with me, girl?” He retorted, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

“No sir,” You whispered. “Thank you.”

He stared at you once more for a brief moment before exiting.

“You have a good night.”

As the worn out Sheriff did one last patrol around town, not once did you escape his mind. His heightened senses left nothing to his imagination. He could smell your anticipation. Every time your breath hitched, or you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking to him, he heard it. The quickness of your heart as it practically palpitated from his stare alone stirred up a storm of emotions in his full belly.

Pure subordination. What he loved the most in life aside from one other thing: corrupting the innocent. Watching the life and purity drain from their eyes and feed into his vitality. You, so sweet and so vulnerable, were exactly what Lee needed.

Lee had heard of you. Nothing but what he had expected to hear about a girl like you. The old ladies he helped with grocery runs gushed about how you were at church every Sunday with a batch of baked goods for everyone. You helped your neighbors whenever you could, watching their children for extra cash or sometimes for free even. Apparently, you volunteered at the local library every week reading stories to children. You were a good girl, the human epitome of honey. The town thought you were a bit of an oddball for choosing to pursue higher education rather than get married straight out of high school, pop out a couple of kids, and become a housewife like every other woman in Knockemstiff did. To them, you were wasting away your beauty the longer you were unmarried.

But to Lee, you were perfect. The only pure thing in this entire goddamn town.

Slowly but surely, Lee had found himself utterly obsessed with you. You were just a toy in his web of lies — at least that’s what he told himself in the beginning. The more time Lee thought about you, the more he realized that you were destined for more. You were meant to be by his side as he conquered the world one soul at a time. In fact, he wanted that life with you.

And what Lee wanted, he got.

That Sunday, you sat in the church pews with perfectly curled hair and your best dress on with a delicate string of pearls around your neck. Pearls that had been passed down from generation to generation. You listened intently as Preacher Teagardin lead the sermon. He talked about fears. How they were ingrained in your mind by the devil as a means to challenge you. When you gave into fear, you gave in to the devil. He finalized his sentiments by stating with burning conviction, hands placed on his hips, that we faced our fears through Christ. You like every normal human being feared evil itself. You were afraid of what would happen if it got to you, who you would become once it was running through your veins or if you would even make it out alive.

Unbeknownst to you, evil had already set its eye on you, and it didn’t look like a half-goat half-human creature with horns. Evil was dashing with piercing steel blue eyes and a pearly white smile.

Lee’s visits to the bar became more frequent. Almost every night after his shift he would arrive, talk business with Leroy, then plop down in front of you for a glass of whiskey. His rocky, distant exterior dissipated slowly until you were eventually able to earn a genuine smile out of him. No matter how many times you tried, you couldn’t quite figure out what made the sheriff stick around you. Not when there were plenty of other women a curtain away that were more interesting than little old you. That had more to offer him than stuttered responses.

But he never tried to get anything out of you or belittled you. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with a certain fondness in his eyes. You pretended not to notice, serving him another drink while doing your best to ignore the heat in your cheeks. His visits made your late night shifts, bearable. It was nice having someone to talk to that wasn’t drunk off their ass, stinking of tobacco, or trying to talk their way into your pants.

Unfortunately, Lee couldn’t stick around forever. He was a busy man with a town to protect from danger. And when he wasn’t around, all signs of life from the bar left with him. You were left to your solitude, blocking out the sounds of lewd forced moans, angry shouting, and the occasional gunshot from the back of the building. As if the anxieties that this job brought to you weren’t enough, Leroy had been watching you since the second night the sheriff came back. It was no secret that your boss was far from good. Leroy brought nothing but death and decay wherever he walked. You kept your interactions with him to the bare minimum; greeting him once you arrived, alerting him of guests, serving him his usual beer, and bidding him goodbye before leaving. The man wasn’t one for pleasantries, you never found the need to make small talk with him. But the way he was staring at you, watching your every move with eyes that no doubt brewed nothing but trouble, made you want to run as far as you could and never look back.

“Hey,” The man of the hour gruffed, beckoning you to him from where he stood in the doorway of the back room. “C’mere. Let me talk to ya.”

You gulped nervously, wiping your sweaty palms across your clothed thighs before making your way towards him.

“Did you need something, sir?” You inquired, twiddling with the frayed seams of your word sweater.

He didn’t answer you, only scanning your appearance with narrowed eyes before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair away from your face. You flinched at the unwanted physical contact, earning a gruff snicker from your boss.

“Jumpy, are you?” Leroy taunted.

“Sorry.” You muttered meekly, casting your eyes downward.

“Sheriff Bodecker’s been around a lot,”

Your muscles tensed. Every hair on your body stood upright at the dark tone Leroy’s voice took on.

“He never uses any of the girls anymore, you know that?” Leroy lamented, his nose wrinkling with distaste. “Somethin’ about keeping his image clean for the next election or some horse shit.”

Not knowing why he was confiding in you or what do to with the newfound information, your mind ventured off elsewhere. Images of Lee’s hulking form disappearing behind the curtains flashed through your mind. You imagined the things he would do to them, the sounds he would make, what his face would look like ruddied up and twisted with pleasure. What he would do to you if you managed to pique his interest. As if a bus had hit you, you snapped out of your lewd visions. Mortification filled you. You had never thought of anyone like that. Your inexperience limited curbed any lustful fantasies and yet, all you could think about now was him in the throes of ecstasy.

“But he pays a lot of attention to you.”

Leroy’s statement and leering tone were like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on you.

“Shows up every damn day and buys a drink just to see you.”

Lost for words, you smiled half-heartedly and shrugged his comments off.

“He’s just being nice, you know how he is,”

“You think I don’t notice the huge tips he leaves you with?” Leroy demands, his anger now apparent.

You pressed your lips together tightly, once again at a loss for words. Leroy took one large step towards you. Instinctively, you stepped back. Your heart began to race as your back hit a wall, your fight or flight senses activating. Right now, you wanted to run. Run for the hills, out of Knockemstiff, and never look back ever again.

His large hand gripped your upper arm tightly, violently manhandling you for answers.

“What are you doin’, huh? You fuckin’ him?” He hissed.

“No!” You cried, unable to believe that you were being accused of committing such actions.

“A man doesn’t give no broad that kind of money for no reason!”

You were shaking at this point, having never been faced with a situation like this. The way Leroy leered over you didn’t make you feel any more at ease.

“Tell you what, sugar.” He spoke lowly. “You be one of my girls and I’ll keep it off the record that you were fuckin’ the sheriff for extra pay.”

“I’m n-not—” You hiccupped, tears escaping the confinements of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. “Sleeping with him,”

Leroy looking at you with disbelief before scoffing. Your reaction and words were genuine, he could tell that much.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Even more of a reason to be a working girl. Men would pay a lot of money for an untouched whore.”

The elder man’s words settled deeply in your soul, weighing you down like someone had strapped a thousand bricks to your limbs. Those girls made money. Lots of it. You saw the clothes they came in wearing, the lingerie they paraded in, the purses they toted around. You smelt the expensiveness of their perfume that without uncertainty retailed at more than a month’s paycheck per bottle. Indignity was the only emotion you felt as you caught yourself considering Leroy’s offer. That could be you covered in luxury items. You wouldn’t have to dwell on your bills or whether or not you would be able to eat the next day. Money would become an issue of your past. The gates of freedom roared out your name. The treasures that lay behind them could all be yours. All you had to do was say yes. But alas, you snapped out of your irrational state and regained your footing. Bile briefly rose in your throat as you came to your senses, the gravity of your previous thoughts hitting you like a bus.

“Please,” You whispered frantically. “I’ll give you all of my tips. Just don’t make me— don’t fire me please, I need this job—”

“Leroy!” A familiar voice boomed from behind you.

Sheriff Bodecker.

You almost sighed in relief, holding back the urge to run into his arms. Leroy diverted his attention, sighing in annoyance. Lee stared at him with a picture perfect smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His baby blues softened for a brief moment once they landed on your tear streaked face. Lee felt his anger begin to brew slowly. Unbeknownst to you, the man had heard your entire confrontation with Leroy. Lee hated every bit of it. From how pungent your trepidation was to the demeaning way he spoke to you. He let the situation play out before him, wanting to test your boundaries, filling your head with lust driven fantasies. He liked that reaction. You were giving in, falling right into his palm.

But when you started crying, it was over for him. Leroy Brown was a dead man.

The second Leroy released you from his vice grip, you stormed away from him, pushing past Sheriff Bodecker frantically with a barely audible whimper. Lee’s brows furrowed as he glowered at his business partner.

“What was that about?”

Leroy chuckled smugly. “Thought I would try and make some money off the bitch.”

Lee kissed his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly.

“Is that how you get all your girls?” Lee snapped. “By force?”

If looks could kill, and if Lee Bodecker weren’t immortal, the man would be dead tenfold from the severity of the pimp’s glare.

“Don’t act like you don’t do nothin’ wrong.” He spat.

Lee’s lips rosy lips turned upwards into a wicked smirk, pools of obsidian swallowing his sclera as the color drained from Leroy’s face.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You carried on with the rest of your shift the best that you could. Leroy was gone as far as you knew, you hadn’t run into the man the whole night since your altercation. Lee was gone too, returning back to work after shooting you an apologetic smile. The air felt like it had settled without Leroy’s reign of terror. The staff was now interacting with each other, laughing freely and chit chatting about their personal lives. The same couldn’t be said for you. Although yes, you did feel a bit better now that Leroy was out for the rest of the day, something in you felt completely and utterly off. You couldn’t help but feel like something was going to happen.

By the time your shift was over, you were more than eager to go home. You hastily closed down the bar, wiping down the counter and putting bottles away hastily. When the front door opened, you nearly shouted with anger. All anger dissipated when you laid your eyes on none other than Lee Bodecker. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Hi, Sheriff. Leroy went home.” You informed.

He didn’t answer you, seating himself down in his usual spot in front of you.

“I heard all that,” Lee announced.

You bowed your head as shame and embarrassment came over you. You felt small. Like the tiniest, most insignificant thing in the entire world.

“Hey.” He said sternly. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you lifted your head and locked your weary gaze with his domineering one.

“Get your stuff. I’m driving you home.”

Your eyes widened. You were going to be alone with him. You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced your words with a steely look. You knew then and there that there was no point in arguing. Nodding, you briskly made your way to the backroom and hastily gathered your belongings. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw that everyone else was gone. No one would be there to see you leaving with the sheriff late at night in his car. Knockemstiff was small and everyone knew everyone’s business. The last thing you need is a wildfire rumor starting about an affair between you and Lee and Leroy getting a hold of that rumor and using it as leverage. You shook those thoughts away, not having the capacity to burden anything else after the day you had.

Circling back to the bar, Lee stood there waiting for you, stoic and patient.

“All ready, honey?” He grunted, a hint of a smirk on his face.

You nodded shyly, still nervous and apprehensive about getting into the car with the sheriff himself. Like a true gentleman, he opened and closed the door of the front entrance for you. The man let out a low whistle as a gust of cold air blew past you.

“What a mean ol’ winter we’re gonna have ourselves,” Lee sighed, shrugging off his leather jacket before draping it over your shoulders.

Your eyes enlarged.

“Sheriff, you’re going to get cold!” You protested, moving to give the garment back to him only for your actions to be ceased.

“Oh, I’ll be fine, darlin’” He joked, patting his full tummy earnestly.

A wild giggle tumbled from your lips, your hands flying to your mouth in shock. Expecting a strict look from the sheriff, you were pleasantly surprised when he simpered at you with nothing but fondness. The corners of his mouth quirked up amicably, round cheeks dimpling. Raising his hand, Lee gently brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone.

“Hop in, honey.”

With a giddy grin and a type of confidence foreign to your body, you pressed a quick chaste kiss to his cleanly shaven jaw. Once the door was closed, a grin that rivaled yours stretched across his face as he power jogged to the opposite side.

Sheriff Bodecker was a different person off duty. He still carried his usual air of sternness, but there was also a sense of light heartedness alongside. The first thing he did to start off your trip home was allow you full control over the stereo. This resulted in the two of you flicking through radio stations and listening in on the different genres of music. You took note of the way he grimaced at bluegrass, and how it transformed back into a more pleased expression when The Zombies started playing. The compact ball of nerves began to slacken and soon you were bopping your head apace with his. When you turned the corner of your street and your little house got closer and closer in your eyeline, your stomach began to fill with disappointment. It hit you like a truck when Lee pulled up to your driveway and put the car in park.

“You have a good night now, ma’am.” He bid politely.

Apparently, tenacity was the theme for you tonight, because the next thing you did was something you had never done in your entire life.

“Would you like to come in, sheriff? For a nightcap?” You blurted out, your boldness fleeting as quickly as it came. “It’s just—you’ve been so nice to me and I want to repay the favor.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Your nerves continued to rage until he finally answered.

“You’re too sweet, darlin’. I could go for a cup of tea if you’d be so kind.”

Cutting the engine, he gestured for you to stay in the car. You were confused at first until he opened the car door for you once more. The twelve steps from the cruiser to your doorstep felt agonizingly too long and too short at the same time. You fumbled with your keys anxiously, the sheriff’s hulking figure looming over you overwhelming you in ways you couldn’t describe. When you finally got the door open, you shuttered out an uneven breath.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker was in your home.

Locking the door behind you, you placed your purse and keys down before turning around to face him.

“Make yourself at home, sheriff. I’ll get the kettle going.”

“Lee.” He assured, grinning boyishly.

“Lee.” You repeated wistfully, your cheeks heating up at the taste of his name.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him and make your way to the kitchen where you got right down to business.

“What kind of tea would you like, Lee?” You called out.

“Whatever you’re havin’, darlin’,” He answered.

Lee took the time to familiarize himself with the surroundings of your home. He noted the simple and cozy décor. Your living room consisted of a plush looking sofa, a matching coffee table, and a television that no doubt was the result of your vigilant saving. Your entertainment center and coffee table were the home of numerous books and other little knick knacks from bundles of dried flowers, crystals, and antique trinkets. A vase full of lilies was the focal point of them all, arranged elegantly and sat upon the center. His eyes drifted to you in the kitchen, body filling with warmth at the domesticity of it all. Your subconscious humming and eucalyptus candle you lit created the perfect ambiance.

You picked a tea that matched the aura of your home; chamomile with honey and a few sprigs of fresh mint. Fetching the nectar filled ceramic mugs, you placed them down on the coffee table before gesturing to the couch where the both of you situated yourself comfortably. Lee’s focus was solely on you. It was as if the outside world didn’t exist. Like his entire existence on this earth was contingent on yours. He sat right next to you, body angled towards you, his rosy lips wrapped around the mug sipping as he sipped his beverage. Simply basking in your company. This was a new light you were seeing him in. And he, you. The two of you were seemingly completely different people outside the confinements of Tecumseh. It confirmed your theory that Leroy Brown really did siphon the life out of everything.

Lee stretched his arm out towards you, cupping your cheek in his warm palm fondly. His calloused thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. Your lids grew heavy instinctively, your body responding on its own and leaning into his affection. It was safe to say that no one else had this kind of effect on you. There had been boys. Boys that had used their dashing smiles and juvenile charms on you in attempt to take you out on a date, offer them a kiss, or even more; give in to their sexual temptations. You always brushed them off without a second thought. Boys were never in your purview, not when you had an education to pursue.

But that’s all they were. Boys. Here before you, broad shouldered and clad in uniform, sat Sheriff Lee Bodecker. A man. And were you a goner.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Workin’ hard, going to school, attending church every Sunday.”

His praise had you in a stupor, firmly laying hold of your resolve and obliterating it into micro bits of nothingness. Suddenly, there was no other purpose out there for you to fulfill aside from being the object of his admiration.

“Saying no to Leroy.”

The sheriff drew himself closer to you until your noses grazed. Your eyes fluttered shut, lashes kissing your cheekbones as a sense of euphoria began to gradually unfold within you. Never in your life had you done drugs, let alone consume a single drop of alcohol, but you were convinced this is what it felt like to be high. To be completely drunk off of the sheer essence of someone.

“My good girl.” Lee continued to eulogize softly, his cool breath fanning your face.

“Really?” You squeaked quietly.

He chuckled, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You were nothing like any other woman he ever had before. There was something incredibly endearing about your candidness. You were honest and open, every emotion you were feeling easily identifiable in your eyes. Purity was a breath of fresh air for the sheriff.

Finally, his lips brushed against yours before meshing together. While it wasn’t your first kiss, it certainly was the most memorable. The sheriff acted with unwavering confidence, knowing exactly how he wanted to move and then executing his actions with the utmost finesse. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck, the other one placed delicately on his expansive chest. As his kisses became increasingly feverish, you found yourself never wanting them to stop. You could kiss him until you were breathless and on the verge of passing out and wouldn’t care. You never wanted the feeling to end.

Big hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you onto his lap. You whimpered with surprise, earning a deep chuckle in response. Lee’s touches intrepid, wandering from your hips to your bottom, kneading your globes of flesh firmly. His lips unlatched from yours. Before your pout could even leave your lips, they reattached themselves to the column of your neck. The hand on his neck flew straight to his hair, fisting his chocolate locks.

He clutched your face durably, tilting it downwards towards his.

The sight in front of you made your blood run cold. You blinked your eyes multiple times, squeezing them shut and manifesting the vision away.

But it wasn’t enough, and you were too late.

You had let the devil into your own home willingly.

Eyes heated pools of onyx, he gripped your face tighter, persistently forcing you to look at him as you fought against his restraints. Terror coursed through your veins, eyes filling with tears as your screamed in horror. You wildly thrashed against him, full blown sobbing at this point.

“Hey. Hey!” Lee growled, jerking your form vigorously. “Where’d you go, huh? You were being so good, honey.”

“G-Get away from me!” You blubbered, another screech ripping through your vocal cords when his hold wouldn’t let up. “Let me go!”

The hand that wasn’t on your face went around your throat, upper lip curling into an abominable sneer.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. “You listen to me, and you listen well.”

Your body shook uncontrollably as you anticipated what could possibly happen next. With the way Lee had a hold on you, there was no other option than to look him in the eyes. They were back to their normal state thankfully, the familiar azure that once comforted you back in its place. However, it did nothing for your qualms. As if you flipped a switch, he resorted back to his usual calm, stoic nature. The hand wrapped around your throat remained, serving as a warning, but the one gripping your cheeks loosened. Lee once again resumed caressing your cheekbones. The gentleness of his touch mocked you directly to your face. You were absolutely appalled that he could think a small gesture could alleviate you from what you had just experienced.

“Thatta girl.” He cooed, swiping your tears with his thumb. He brought this digit closer to his face, studying the droplet in a trance like state before darting his tongue out and lapping it up. His lips turned up deviously. His tastebuds went into a frenzy at the tang of your fear.

“I know what you want. Every single thing you have ever longed for, I’ve seen it. I also know how many times you’ve turned them down. Shamed yourself for simply wanting things when this world has given you absolutely nothing.”

You listened intently, taking note of the pity in his voice. Five seconds ago, you would have thought it was genuine. Now, it was more than clear to you that he was just good at playing the game. To say you felt like a fool was the understatement of the year. You trusted him. Allowed a pretty smile and charm to compromise you. You had let your guard down, let sin overtake you, and it had landed you right in the lap of a demon.

“I can give you everything you deserve. Just like that.” Lee promised, snapping his fingers. “You just have to give me one little thing.”

I guess this is what the saying “curiosity killed the cat” meant you thought to yourself. The demon’s small promise piqued your interest.

Sensing this, he concluded stating his case.

“Give me your innocence. Willingly hand over your soul to me, and the entire world is yours.”

You felt like you could faint, posture swaying. Your breaths became shallow as he caught you by your shoulders. He rubbed them sympathetically.

“I know, sweet one. I know.” He whispered. “But you deserve it all, don’t you think? You’ve done everything with everyone in mind, and what do you get in return? A bartending position at a shitty bar with shitty pay where no one respects you.”

His lips began to trail vehement kisses on your neck once more, working up to your ear and nibbling your lobe.

“I can make people respect you. Bow down at your fucking feet like they would a god.”

One last shutter breath escaped your lips before a series of wanton mewls became the only noises you could make. You nulled over his words. There was some truth to them. How many times had you overexerted yourself for other people only them to never pay you any mind ever again? Though you did good deeds out of the goodness of your heart, goodness had gotten you nowhere but buried six feet in debt. Without even realizing it, you had held back on acting on your desires just to please strangers who would sell you out for a measly dime.

“Except your god isn’t here. He never was. Now, you answer to me and me alone.”

You gripped his arms, nails digging tiny half moons into his muscles.

“Say yes.”

And just like that, your world as you knew it was never the same.

“Yes.” You breathed.

Your answer unleashed a whirlwind of chaos. Lee grabbed you unceremoniously, flipping you over and straddling you. His mouth was back on yours, kissing you with all teeth and tongue. Hastily, he fumbled with your clothing, starting with your top and working his way down. With shaky hands, you reached for his chest and unfastened the buttons of his dress shirt, jerking the ends from where he had tucked it in into his pants. His belt was next, your touch still timid despite the adrenaline and fire burning within you. The pads of his digits pressed against your bare core, the first ever touch from a man you had received. Your eyes went wide as a bolt of electricity jolted you. Lee continued to let his fingers explore, dipping into your slit and swirling in your fountain. His thumb worked your clit into slow and sensual figure eights. You tossed your head back; noises you didn’t even know you could make leaving your body. You frantically yanked his belt off, undoing his pants and palming his member.

“This is what you’ve been hiding from everyone, huh?” Lee taunted. “Little church girl is nothing but a little whore.”

Once you were slick enough, a thick finger was eased into you. You gasped at the intrusion; the sensation unfamiliar to you. Wiggling your hips around uncomfortably, Lee firmly placed this freehand on your abdomen and pushed you down.

“Stay.” Lee commanded lowly, his intense gaze locked with yours.

His digit began to thrust in and out of you, gradually increasing in speed as your walls began to loosen up. When a second finger entered you, all uncomfortableness dissipated. Now drowning in pure unfiltered pleasure, you were bucking your hips to chase your high rather than moving away from it. Lee’s eyes were pitch black once again as he beamed salaciously above you. This time, however, they didn’t scare you. No, the bottomless abyss of cataclysmic orbs represented the unyielding number of desires waiting for you; infinite. Your moans gained in volume as your climax rounded the corner.

“That’s it. Take what you’ve been depriving yourself of. Take it.”

The demon’s words were just what you needed to send you over the edge, your first orgasm taking control of your mind, body, and soul. Lee tenderly rubbed your core as you came down from ecstasy, chuckling as you twitched from the overstimulation. While you recovered, he finished undressing. The sight of the immortal being before you wholly bare made your mouth salivate. You had never seen anyone or anything quite as beautiful as him. You recalled Preacher Teagardin’s words.

“The devil will appear to you in the most beautiful form.”

Lee returned to his position on top of you; forehead pressed against yours, eyes locked, and member firmly resting against your core. Your heart was beating so fast that you were convinced you were about to go into cardiac arrest. There was no going back now. He shifted his pelvis, the head of his cock now prodding at your entrance.

“Say it.” He growled.

You exhaled deeply, savoring the last moments of your dull quiet life.

“My soul is yours.”

The demon’s member pushed into you, breaking your inner barrier and sealing the deal. You cried out in pain, eyes watering. Lee cooed to you soothingly, brushing your hair away from your face as he fed his cock to your virgin cunt little by little until he was seated deeply within you. The stretch was painful but inviting. You felt like you were being split in half in the best way possible. Something akin to vitality coursed through your bloodstream. Simultaneously, you felt like a part of you was being severed away from your soul. The push and pull of it all. Yin and yang. Good and evil. Life and earth.

Sacrifice and gain.

Slowly, he pulled out of you until just his head remained. He swiped his forefinger against his shaft, collecting the mix of juices and your blood that coated him. He brought his digit to his mouth, obscenely licking and slurping the contents on them. The sheriff moaned deeply at the last remnants of your innocence. Now, you and he were one. He plunged his cock back inside you, this time more earnestly, coaxing a pornographic whine from you. Taking this as a sign, Lee built up a steady rhythm, leaning back on his haunches and gripping your waist tightly. He pulled you toward him to meet each of his thrusts, effectively reducing you into nothing but his little fuck doll.

“Oh god!” You cried.

“Cry out for your god all you want.” Lee cackled, punctuating his madness with a groan. “He’s not coming to save you.”

As if you weighed no more than a bag of feathers, Lee flipped you over and positioned you onto your hands and knees. He persisted with his brutal pounding without a falter. You gripped the couch cushions beneath you, forlornly needing something to ground to this earth. Sheriff Bodecker ravished you, fucking you like an animal in heat. All you could do was lay there and take it.

And there was nothing in the world that you would rather be doing.

The vision you had of how your first time would go was completely different than the reality of it. You planned on waiting till marriage, finding a nice partner to go steady with before deciding to give yourself to them. But as always, life had something else in store for you. You weren’t meant to live a mediocre life like the rest of the residents of Knockemstiff. Lee had shown you that much. Now, you were tied to him for all of eternity. You needed him to breathe. You’d never leave him.

“We’re going to be so powerful together.” Lee hissed through gritted teeth, pulling your back to his chest. “If you want the entire world, I’ll give it to you. We’ll take it together. One. Miserable. Fucking. Soul. At a time.”

His savage blows would have sent you failing if it hadn’t been for his arms caging you to him.

“See what being good gets you?” Lee teased. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You yelped.

“Is this better than anything that stupid fucking god you speak of could ever give you?”

You affirmed his question once more, nodding your head furiously as tears began to free fall down your face, the pleasure becoming too much.

“You’re going to come again aren’t you, baby?” Lee derided patronizingly. “I’ve only had you once and you’re already fiending for that dick. Do it. Come for me. Show me that you’re worth it.”

You shattered around him, walls clenching around his member greedily as your lust flowed from your core and dribbled down your quivering thighs. This triggered his release, causing him to bellow loudly from behind you. Ribbons of cum spurted within you until you were filled to the brim. The very moment Lee let go, you collapsed onto the couch. The muscle in your limbs felt like they had been vaporized from the rough fucking you had just received. Panting heavily, Lee laid himself down on top of you, his lips placed right to your ear.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, darlin’.”

Arm linked with your husband’s; the crowd roared as the two of you walked through the parade thrown in his honor. You wavered cordially, looking every bit like the perfect docile housewife. Lee shook the hands held out towards him, flashing the people of Knockemstiff his signature smile. Sheriff Lee Bodecker had yet another election in his bag. It was no surprise to either of you. Everyone loved Lee and the second he married you, his image had only improved in their eyes. They thought it was absolutely adorable that his choice of bride was the shy residential good girl. You being the sheriff’s wife now held an important position in the community. Though it was no secret between the two of you why things were really going your way. But you both deserved it.

In the sea of faces, you caught the eyes of nonother than Leroy Brown. His usually strong frame was frail and weak looking, his skin pallid and damp with sweat as he met your gaze. A devious grin that never reached your eyes fetched its way onto your soft features, widening as Leroy’s panic grew.

In life, there is only give or take. You had given everything you ever had until you were run dry.

Now, it was time to take.

© 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬

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[sweeterthanthis]

Daddy’s Dumb Baby

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 634

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, daddy kink (ofc), sloppy throat fucking, dacryphilia, dumbification, slight cumplay, zero plot. 18+.

A/N: Written for @fairyevans 1k NSFW Challenge. I hope you like it 😬 Congratulations again, lovely! 💕 I chose the kinks dacryphilia and dumbification.

Your head bobbing up and down in his lap, cherry red, lipstick smeared across your cheek, you suck a desperate breath in through your nostrils; throat contracting around the head of his leaking cock sporadically. 

“S’a good girl, fuck, such a good girl.” Lee praises, one hand resting on the back of your head, forcing your mouth further down onto him, the other cupping your jaw, keeping your mouth open nice and wide for him. “Jus’ my dumb little slut, huh? Daddy’s cock sendin’ you stupid, baby? S’that what’s happenin’ here?”

You try to answer, useless as it may be, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth, lips pushing tiny bubbles of spit down his swollen cock, your nose resting in the generous pool of it lingering at the base of him. 

“Yeah, yeah you are. Walkin’ round here all dolled up, and pretty for me. Knew I was gonna have’ta fuck this perfect mouth the minute I saw you in that little dress.” His fingers tangled in your hair, he yanks your head up off him, allowing you a minute to breathe as he leans forward, a sardonic smirk etched upon his pink lips. “You know your place, don’t ya baby? Tell daddy where you belong.”

His hands move to cup your messy face, mascara trailing down your cheeks and lipstick, mingled with spit, well and truly ruined. Wiping your black tears with his thumbs, he presses a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose. “Look so fuckin’ pretty when you cry, baby. Makes me hard as a goddamn rock. Tell me where you belong.” 

“B-belong right here. On my, on my knees for daddy.” You almost whisper, lips moving down to brush against the reddened crown of his dick as you do so. “Just daddy’s dumb, little cockslut.” 

Slumping back against the sofa, lips pursed as he sucks in a sharp breath, he jerks his hips up, cock piercing down your throat once again, making you gag around him. 

“That’s right, baby. Daddy’s dumb, little cockslut. Get so drunk on daddy’s dick, you just can’t think straight, can ya bub?” 

You shake your head from side to side in agreement, looking up at him through damp, thick lashes, chest swelling with pride at the sight of him panting and grunting in satisfaction. 

You cup his balls, rolling them firmly in your palm, just the way he likes it; cheeks hollowed as you suckle as much of him into your mouth as you can. 

“Can’t function, huh? Can’t fuckin’ breathe without daddy’s dick.” He thrusts up into your mouth, garbled sounds echoing off the walls, your mouth pliant as you let him abuse it. 

“Fuckin’ christ, gonna make me cum.” He hisses through gritted teeth, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping it between your lips. “Open up that dirty whore mouth and take it all.” 

The apex of your thighs buzzes with the excitement of getting him off, of tasting him on your tongue once again. He was your favourite meal.

Lips parted as far as they could go, sloppy tongue flat against your chin, you hummed; eyelids fluttering closed as you awaited your reward. 

“Here it fuckin’ comes, fuck, don’t you let any go to waste now.” 

You preen when his hot, sticky spend hits your tongue, lips and chin - mouth closing around his tiny slit to gather the stray droplets, tongue snaking out to lick at the pearly liquid on his thumb. 

“That’s it, get it all, lick it all up for me.” Lee encourages, watching through heavy lidded eyes, cock twitching against your swollen, used lips. You swipe at the small amount on his thigh, bringing your index finger to your lips and sucking on it with a lusty moan. “Don’t play with your food, baby.” 

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[tuiccim]

The Taming of the Sheriff Masterlist

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Villain Reader

Features: Smut NSFW 18+ ONLY, fluff, angst. 

Trigger Warnings: NSFW 18+, Dom/Sub dynamics, sex, consideration of noncon, two baddies being bad, manipulative behavior, psychopathic behavior, explicit language, violence, gore, murder, minor character death.  

Summary: Starting over in the podunk town of Knockemstiff, you set your sights on new prey. Sheriff Lee Bodecker's reputation proceeds him and fits the bill perfectly for your own purposes. Seduction is the easy part, but will you be able to keep the Sheriff in your thrall while keeping your secrets?

A/N:  This series is written in collaboration with @weekendgothgirl. A tiny little imagine got kicked around and together it has been fleshed out into what we hope will be a fun romp for all. 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Part 1 - 01/18/2022

Part 2 - 02/29/2022

Part 3 - 04/03/2022

Part 4 - 04/23/2022

Part 5 - 06/13/2022

Tuiccim’s Masterlist

WeekendGothGirl’s Masterlist

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[purple-babygirl]

soft belly lovin'

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Summary: Reader's favourite sheriff gets insecure so she reassures him in her own way.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: includes smut, nsfw, oral (m receiving), a lil bit of deep throating, facial. 18+ content.

A/N: I love Lee Bodecker so much he's my daddy thank you bye xx.

It was when Lee refused to get his fork near his dessert for the third night on a row that she’s noticed what he was doing. The sheriff was never one to refuse a good piece of pie or a creamy slice of chocolate cake, so when he would refuse to even taste the desserts she specially made for him, claiming he was too ‘full’, she started to catch on.

“Lee, hun, you want whipped cream on yer pie?” she asked with a smile on the fourth night.

“Uh, no, I ain’t got a place in that tummy of mine, love,” Lee lied, hand rubbing over his protruding belly as he sighed, seemingly in content but actually in sadness.

“Lee.” She raised an eyebrow.

“What? I’m too full from dinner,” he continued with his lies and she wasn’t buying it.

“Okay, sheriff, What’s goin’ on with ya?” she wondered, taking a seat in front of her husband on their dining table.

Lee’s hands caressed up and down her exposed shins as her small feet rested on his thighs. He let out another sigh, not wanting to chat about his feelings. He thought it was stupid for him, a man, the mighty sheriff, to get so unconfident about his looks.

“What are ya talkin’ about? I’m fine, dollface.” Lee’s hands resumed their way from her legs and up her thighs under her skirt, trying to distract her from starting a conversation he didn’t feel like having.

“No, yer not. I know ya love nothin' more than my desserts ‘n ya eat ‘em up before I could even get a taste sometimes.” Her argument was valid. Lee did think her desserts and pastries were the best he’s ever tasted and it was like Christmas every night for him because he would eat them after, an also very delicious, dinner.

“I- Don’t ya think ‘s about time I lost some weight?” Lee mumbled insecurely, face looking down at his tummy.

“What? No! Yer perfect the way you are!” she quickly told him, his words confusing her because she couldn’t see anything but handsomeness and attractive manliness whenever she looked at Lee.

“So ya got no problem with this huge, soft belly?” he questioned, giving a sad half-smile and not believing someone like him could be described with such an adjective as ‘perfect’.

“Lee, why would I have a problem with anythin’ about yer looks? I’m in love with ya for what’s on the inside.” She poked at his chest, pouting at him.

“Really? Because my dick ‘s on the outside, sweetheart, 'n I’m pretty sure you love that too,” Lee teased, not knowing how to handle the attention the issue at hand was given.

“I do love that, but ya know what I also love so much?” She purred, slipping down from the dining table and onto Lee’s lap, straddling him and pressing her hands to his tummy.

“What?” he asked lowly, his large hands cupping hers that were rubbing over his abdomen.

“I love gettin' my face pushed to yer soft belly when I’m chokin’ on that dick I love so much.” She leaned forwards, pressing a tiny, teasing kiss to the sweet spot behind the sheriff’s ear, pushing her boobs to his chest.

“I love to rest my head on yer soft belly when you hold me after you’ve fucked me hard 'n good,” she whispered, kissing Lee's ear shell and feeling him grow hard underneath her before pulling away.

She looked Lee in the eyes, seeing their light colour start to darken with lust before pecking his lips innocently.

“I love to feel that soft belly pumpin’ on my sensitive clit when ya grind into me as we make love.” Her warm breath tickled Lee's lips as she hummed her words to him, feeling herself get wet because of the memories her own words brought to her mind.

“Fuck, yer gonna be the death of me, dollface.” Lee’s hips bucked up to the feeling of her hips moving back and forth on his hardening cock.

Pushing his lips to hers, Lee hungrily kissed her, not giving her time to keep up with him as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth the second she gasped, tasting the cherry from the pie he earlier chose to miss out on. Lee moaned at the sweetness on her tongue, holding her by the back of her neck and swallowing her little whines as she humped his clothed cock.

“I love ya, Lee. Let me show you how much,” she panted after he pulled away.

Lee let her slip out of his grip, watching as she got on her knees before the side of his chair. He twisted his body in order to face her, and her hands were immediately on the button of his pants. Lee’s own pushed her hair out of her face while her nimble fingers freed his cock from the confines of his white underwear.

He was huge and it never ceased to amaze her how he fit inside any of her holes. She moved her hand up and down his hard length, basking in the way he threw his head back, and sighed in pleasure, fingers slipping through her soft hairs.

Leaning in, she pressed a small kiss to the head of his cock, her hand keeping its steady movement. She absolutely adored Lee’s dick and she was going to make sure he knew. Her tongue flatly glided up the underside of his cock, wetting his length before she took the tip between her plump lips, sucking and droning at the taste of her husband.

“Take it in yer mouth properly, darlin’. Don’ keep yer sheriff waitin’ now,” Lee rasped, already sounding out of breath and she was planning on keeping it that way.

She surprised Lee by taking all of him down her throat all at once, small hands grasping his strong thighs as she pushed him into her hot mouth. She didn’t work herself up to it like she normally would, mainly because she couldn’t wait to choke of Lee’s dick. She’s taken him enough times to not gag when the head poked at the inside of her warm throat, but with a girth like Lee’s, she couldn’t avoid the little reflexes that made her eyes water.

“Oh fuck! that's it! Take it, baby. Jus' like that.” Lee cursed at the sudden pleasure, closing his eyes and slipping his hands further through her hair, holding the back of her head tightly by it.

She slowly bobbed her head up and down his shaft, kitten licking at his slit every time she got to the tip. Her sheriff tasted so good, his precum leaving a yummy tang in the back of her throat. Lee’s cock was hot, heavy and hard for her and it made her close her legs and rub her thighs together. She moved her head a little faster, savoring the flavor and weight of Lee on her tongue.

Not paying attention to the tears pouring down the corners of her eyes and the spit covering her chin, she sucked harder. Lee couldn’t help but hold her face to his soft stomach when she reached the base of him yet again, hearing her tiny chokes and feeling her spittle trickle down his own skin.

With her nose pushed to the soft flesh, she gazed up at Lee to gauge his reaction and his face made her pussy pool in her silk panties while she tried her best to breathe through her nose. Lee’s head was thrown back, lips slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the pleasure. And when his eyes slightly opened to look down at her, she thought she might cum untouched. Lee licked his dry lips, the blue of his eyes was completely dark now.

"Damn, look at ya, darlin’." Lee’s breath was shaky, his thumbs caressing her hollowed-out cheeks as he held her face up to take a good look at her, biting down on his lower lip, "so beautiful like this.”

He pulled out of her throat to let her breath, and she gasped for the much-needed oxygen. She felt like she was drowning but couldn’t care less. And maybe she was drowning, in the love she had for Lee. She also hoped she’d be drowning in his cum soon if she kept up the good work.

When she thought she’s had enough air, she put her mouth on Lee’s shaft again, easily sliding it back down her wet windpipe. The groan that left Lee’s lips made her clit throb.

“Ya look so pretty takin’ my cock like the perfect little wife ya are.”

Her heart swelled at the compliment and it made her suck harder, hollow her cheeks out more, bob her head faster, and hum around Lee unashamedly as more drops of precum trickled down the back of her tongue.

“That's it, sweetheart. Oh, you're such a good good wife. Always so good to me." She wanted to smile when she received Lee’s approval, knowing she was sucking him off so well he was floating, but she focused her energy on giving him a mind-blowing orgasm, ignoring her aching jaw.

“Fuck, gonna cum, darlin’, gonna cum all over that pretty face.” Lee’s hands tugged harder at her hair as his moans and praises gained volume.

He pulled her mouth off of him by her hair and started jerking himself off before he got too close, desperately chasing the orgasm she's put within his reach. The lewd sounds his hand made on his own dick, wet and slippery with her saliva, made her blush in pride. She didn't take notice of the slight pain in her knees while she waited obediently, excited for his hot cum to cover her red, tear-stained face. Lee’s fixed stare at her flushed face made her squirm and rub her thighs together harder. She was so wet just from having him in her mouth. The things that man did to her.

“Come’ere, dollface. Take yer sheriff's cum,” Lee moaned for her and she immediately neared her face to his pulsing dick. A second later, she was covered in her favourite facial, closing her eyes in bliss as the white ribbons of cum stained her skin.

She licked her lips, catching a drop that was by the corner of her mouth before swiping her finger over her left eye to get the cum that got stuck in her eyelashes. She slipped her index in her mouth, sucking it clean while she made eye contact with a heaving Lee.

“What’dya say about ma tummy rubbin’ on yer little clit, baby?” Lee breathed, more than ready to return the favor as his dick twitched in reaction to the sight of her licking his cum off of her face, hardening again.

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[qyllenhaal]

Down by the River

Dad!Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 5.8k.

Spin-off to 'Got Any Candy?’

Summary: A little trip out of the county finally gives Lee and his wife some alone time.

Content: established relationship, domestic life, Lee is a good dad, fluff, tiny moments of angst, smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

The baby turned out to be a boy.

Y/n was hoping for a girl, but Lee got his son — the spitting image of him. He acted just like his father too; trying to boss his mother around until she gave him one look that made him cut it out. Surprisingly, that look began to work more and more on Lee than Y/n had expected.

It took her a very long time to find her sense of self in this relationship. What helped her the most was how much Lee had gotten softer over the years, completely sobering up both figuratively and literally. Being a parent was harder than his job as the sheriff and it was kicking his ass, but every second was so rewarding.

Even though all of this was his plan, he worried about what kind of father he would be. He didn't really know his father growing up; hell, he didn't know him at all. Lee knew he wasn't going to run out on the kid, but he feared work would get in the way or become too dangerous. And his insecurities about himself as a person made him really question if he could be a good father. When he saw Y/n with that tiny little baby in her arms, her face stained with tears and the most genuine look of happiness in her eyes that he had ever seen thus far, everything he believed about the world was shattered. Someone so small and innocent was his and he had to protect them.

But he was good at it.

Y/n was surprised by how natural he seemed to be around their baby who was once so tiny Lee was scared to hold him. That was his baby, his boy. He'd harm anyone who tried to hurt him.

Just like Lee has softened up, Y/n learned to loosen up too. The look of contempt in her eyes had disappeared a long time ago and Lee was grateful for it even if he was unsure if she really loved him. She never says it. The only time he has heard her say "I love you" was to her brother, nephew, or their son. He doesn't force her to say it to him because he knows he's got her. She doesn't say it but Lee likes to believe she shows it through her actions. She wouldn't have said, "I want another baby," if she didn't feel something for him.

Lee was more than happy to give her that second baby. Little Lee was walking and talking when his momma asked daddy to have another baby. Maybe her hormones were out of whack, but there was something about that particular day when she walked in on Lee holding their sleeping son in his arms while rocking him and humming a small tune, she wanted to be carrying his child again.

He couldn't say no to her when she cornered him in their bedroom that night. She had this wild look in her eye and the nastiest words escaped her lips as he filled her up with everything he had. He had never seen that insatiable side of her, but he did not complain at all.

It took a little more than one time for them to conceive, but that was the fun part of trying. Everything felt raw and intense as he fucked her; kissing her skin and whispering "I love you" into it.

She became a whole new person when she indulged in the way he spoiled her body. She would cling to him for dear life and look him right in the eyes as he claimed her as his once again. The soft call of his voice on her lips and her tongue darting across the skin of his neck made him her slave. He'd do anything for her.

"Lee."

"Yea?"

"I wanna get out of the house."

"Okay, and?"

"You promised me a vacation, Lee."

Y/n smoothed down the unruly hairs on Charlotte's head when her husband finally looked at her. He had come home for his lunch break and wanted to see his wife instead of stopping by that new diner that opened up by the station. Of course he rolled by the school Junior attends just to make sure everything was fine. He's in second grade and it was still hard for Lee to see him off every morning. Y/n already knows he's going to be a wreck when his little girl has her first day of school. She's so clingy that she'll probably cry when she's separated from her mom and dad.

"Did I really?"

Lee tries to play stupid but they've had this conversation many times before, in the recent past too. Y/n always found the air around Brewer Heights too stiff. She had grown up near the river and remembered having so much fun skipping stones with her brother. It's lovely living here, but all they've got is similar looking houses and perfectly manicured lawns. It seems like it would be no fun for a kid, and she wants hers to have the same kind of fun she did as a child.

Lee on the other hand had been putting it off. Y/n wanted to go to the Carolinas and go to one of those fancy beaches. He loves his kids, but when he talked about taking a trip he meant just for him and Y/n. They've been married for almost a decade and have yet to do something for their anniversaries. Y/n always said no to any and all plans on that day. September 19th had been soured for her for a long time until she found out she was pregnant with their little girl on that day. The resentment for that day melted away, but she still said no to Lee's plans. She just thought it was too much, too fancy for her liking. Plus those kids are attached to her hip, she couldn't leave them behind.

"Yes you did. And the kids have been asking me about taking a trip too! Isn't that right Charlie?"

His girl looks up at him with big eyes before reaching up at him and grabbing at him with a little fist.

"Pick me up daddy!"

Lee sighs, but he walks over to where his two girls are sitting and grabs Charlotte from Y/n's arms. He grunts as he bends over to pick her up. She's only 4 but Lee is getting up there in age.

Lee highly doubts that Charlotte even knows what "taking a trip" means. Y/n's just using their little girl to butter Lee up; and it's working.

"Do you wanna go on vacation, sweet girl?" She nods her head before wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and resting her head against his chest. She's been fussy lately and has been wanting her father more than usual.

"I wanna go see Mickey Mouse."

"Aww, not this time bean," Lee plops onto the couch next to Y/n who was watching the two interact with adoration in her eyes. She knows he'd love nothing more than to see Charlotte's face light up seeing the characters she watches on TV. "But I promise we'll go. All four of us. Me, you, your brother and mommy."

Charlotte isn't too happy with the answer but she doesn't give him any lip.

"As for you," he turns his attention to his wife," A trip to Myrtle Beach is out of the question. But, we can go to Cincinnati and visit the Ohio River. How does that sound, princes?"

The glint in his eyes and smirk playing on his face was meant to tease Y/n. She didn't think Lee is going to budge on the Carolinas trip at the moment so she'll take what she can get.

-

"How close are we?"

"30 more minutes, Junior."

Lee loaded up the car with his kids, Y/n's nephew, and everything they would need for a quick day trip and the five of them were heading to Cinci before 10 am. He wasn't able to plan something too fancy in the short amount of time he had, but the kids were restless to get to their destination.

Y/n sure was beaming knowing she was able to somewhat have her way. Just on Wednesday she was pouting and using their child to make Lee take them somewhere nice, and now they're heading to the riverfront. Cincinnati was no Myrtle Beach, but she just wanted to get away from their town. Lee knew a nice little spot from years ago that was nice for a picnic and fishing trip. He packed three fishing pools so he could teach Junior how to fish.

These were the moments he had been looking forward to when his son was just an infant; teaching him all the things Lee had to learn on his own.

"Momma I'm hungry."

Y/n dug through the small bag of snacks (that she kept in the front seat with her so the kids couldn't devour the candy in a matter of seconds — two out of three of them are Lee's children after all) before reaching back to give Charlotte a few pretzels. This was the longest car ride the kids have been on, and they were surprisingly well-behaved. There was a little mishap where Charlotte swatted her brother for taking the grape juice box she wanted, but Lee had told them to cut it out and they haven't argued since.

Those last few minutes came to end and Lee was parking the family car near the entrance of the riverfront. It hadn't changed a bit and he was somewhat excited to share a piece of his path with his little family.

Y/n got out of the car and stretched her legs before getting Charlotte out of her carseat. Junior hopped out of the car and was ready to run down to the river. Y/n only sees her son this excited on Christmas mornings.

"Can you walk baby? I gotta help daddy." Y/n was half-expecting her daughter to throw a fit, but she nodded her head and let her mother put her down.

Lee grabbed the fishing poles and cooler while Y/n grabbed the bag of food and blankets. With everything out of the car, the boys were running towards the water while Charlotte stumbled over her feet trying to keep up with them.

"I'm gonna fish with the boys first."

"Okay, but please keep an eye on Charlotte. I see sand and there is no way she's going to want to stay with me while I set up if she can be making sandcastles instead."

"I'll make sure she plays where I can see her. Everything will be fine, don't worry."

Lee caught up with the kids while Y/n found a good spot on the grass. There was no one else here; Lee wasn't lying when he said it was secluded. She almost thought they weren't allowed to be here, but there were no signs saying otherwise. It wasn't a fancy place, but Y/n had to admit that it was perfect. They picked a great day to come too. The sun was high in the sky and beaming down on her skin. It was a hassle to get sunscreen on everyone before they left, but Y/n knew they were going to be happy about not having to deal with any sunburnt skin.

After setting up it was time to go find where the kids and her husband had gone off to. She followed the sound of their voices until they were within sight.

"I'm making a castle mama!" Her daughter cried out once she spotted her.

"Really? You're so talented sweetheart!"

The "castle" in question was just a lump of wet sand with a few rocks on top of it. Charlotte had been in love with sand since she was two years old. Y/n's brother and wife had a little sand pit for the kids and much to Y/n's horror at the time, the little girl loved throwing it everywhere. Lee was laughing at the mess she was making because he knew he wasn't going to be the one to clean her up that night.

Lee was talking to the boys about the new fishing poles Lee had bought specifically for this trip. Y/n's nephew knew what he was doing from the trips he had been on with his father. Y/n smiled while watching them. She didn't want to interrupt them, especially since Lee looked as if he was on cloud nine.

"Let's go eat, okay?" She says to her daughter in a hushed voice.

"I wanna play mama.""

"After we eat, okay?"

Charlotte was hesitant but she ended up nodding her head and taking Y/n's hand. She babbled about what kind of sandcastles she was making the entire way back to their picnic set up. Y/n was listening intently and responding to her even when her sentences weren't making any sense.

Her eyes lit up at the sealed sandwiches and treats her mother packed laying on the blanket m. She plopped herself down and went to grab something to eat before Y/n stopped her.

"Aht aht baby, let me clean your hands first."

Her hands were messy from the wet sand covering them. Out of her two kids, Charlotte was the messier one which was surprising to Y/n. Junior was a bit of a neat freak, the total opposite of his father who still kept leaving candy wrappers in his car and various places around the house all these years later.

Now with clean hands, Charlotte grabbed whatever looked appetizing to her. Y/n knew she was going to eat quickly just so she could get back. In just two minutes she was declaring, "finished mama!" She had eaten her sandwich except for the crust which made Y/n frown, but she didn't feel like fussing with her daughter about this habit.

"Alright, let's go make some sandcastles." Her daughter is teeming with excitement.

Y/n joins her down by the river to make those castles she's been talking so much about. She can overhear Lee telling their son how to use his fishing pole. Y/n wishes she had her camera with her, but she's sure the image of the father and son will never leave her mind.

She's lucky; she really is. This could have turned out awful, but it wasn't. All Lee wanted to do was be a good father to their kids and keep her comfortable. She didn't have to work and she didn't have to face any hardships. Sure, she really wanted freedom when she was a younger girl, but she wouldn't trade that for their kids.

"Hey baby, do you think you can play by yourself? Do you think you can be a big girl and stay away from the water and stay by your dad and brother?" Charlotte just nods, too preoccupied by the mushy sand in her hands to look up at Y/n. Y/n sighs at her girl before kissing her forehead.

Y/n walked back alone, the sounds of her husband's voice and bait hitting the water getting quieter as she walked away. After the long winter they had, and the tiny bump in the road Y/n and Lee had with Junior having some problems at school, it was nice to get out of the house. She knows her husband is going to cave someday and take their family to the Carolinas' for a real vacation, but she appreciates his efforts. She can't help but smile at how he changed his work schedule around so he could take this day off. He's the sheriff so it doesn't take much to get what he wants, but she still finds herself swooning at the man who does anything for his family.

She brought along a few extra blankets and rolled one up to use it as a pillow. With everything feeling just right, she lays down and lets the sun warm her skin. It's coming right down on her so she closes her eyes to protect. She isn't sure how much time has passed since she began to doze off for a little while. The sound of nature being still calmed her and she slipped into a lull.

The sun is strong today, bright in her eyes even with them closed. That is until the brightness darkens.

"Don't you look cute."

Lee's stark voice made her open her eyes to see Lee blocking the sun and looking down at her.

"Shouldn't you be teaching your son how to fish?"

"He's a natural like his father; he's already gotten the hang of it. Now it's time for me to spend some time with my wife."

There was that stupid smile on his face that Y/n wanted to wipe off of his face. He can be so smug sometimes, but she ends up smiling along with him these days. She sits up and notices the bucket he's holding with two fish inside.

"Hey, you actually caught something!" The disbelief in her voice is hard to ignore. He smirks and sets the bucket further away from them.

"Jeez honey you don't have to be so encouraging."

He sits down next to her on the blanket. He attempts to stick his hand in the basket but she slaps his hand away. He can be just as negligent and carefree as their children sometimes.

"Clean your hands first, Bodecker." She thrusts a packet of towelettes towards him which he takes with a sigh.

"You know you're something else right?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He wipes his hands down while eyeing her, looking her up and down.

"Nothing," he says, passing the conversation quickly. He pauses for a second and hears the faint sounds of the kids talking. They must be taking a break from fishing and closer to them, but they can't see the kids from where they're stationed.

"Did Charlie tell you about her sandcastles?"

"She sure did. I was down there with her for a little bit, but you were preoccupied being father of the year with your son to notice."

The title made a huge grin appear on his face. He knows she's trying to poke fun at him, but hearing those words come out of her mouth makes him swell with pride. All he wants to be is a good father to his kids.

"Yeah? And what are you doing here alone? Why don't you come join us?"

"After the week we had, momma needs her alone time."

Lee reminisces on said week. Junior got in trouble with his teacher while Charlotte hurt herself playing outside. As much as the job he has gives him and his family security, it takes him away from his family too. Y/n had called him and he could hear his daughter crying over her voice. He could imagine her tear-stained face and it hurt him not to be there to comfort her. It hurt to not be there for his wife who was struggling while he was working.

"But you did good. You're a good momma."

Y/n feels comforted by his words even though she already knows it; but just like Lee needs affirmations of his job as a parent, so does she.

"That's why I wanted to get you out of the house one day, but I was hoping it was going to be without the little ones. Just me and you," he speaks almost as if he's shy. Maybe he's just so used to her saying no that he's waiting to be rejected.

"You know how I feel about leaving the kids for longer than a day." She doesn't mean to pout, but one forms on her lips and Lee brings his hand to her face and strokes her cheek with his thumb. She leans into his palm while giving him puppy dog eyes that are just begging for that family trip. Lee laughs, but he's completely enamored by her.

"When Junior gets out of school next year we can take that trip you want as long as you promise to let me take you somewhere before this Summer ends."

Y/n was hesitant but the deal was too enticing not to take it.

"Fine. But we can't go far, and the kids are going to stay with my brother."

"It's a deal, brat," he pokes at her. Her eyes lit up when she realized she was going to get her way. But, it's not like Lee doesn't get anything out of the deal.

As Lee finishes up his lunch, Y/n lays back down, heart full with content. This is the most peace she's had in a while and it shows on her face as she relaxes into the blanket. Lee hates to disturb her peace, but she looks so good. There are notable changes in her appearance from her early 20s; some caused by having two kids, and the rest caused by getting older. As much as he held authority over her, he's surprised she never tried to leave him. He doesn't know much about the girl she was before him, but she must've been ambitious and hasty to have answered that ad in the newspaper. It was not the ideal way for him to go, but how could he judge himself when these were the results?

Two rough hands are placed on the bare skin of Y/n's legs and her eyes shoot open. Lee was spreading her legs apart with that glint in her eyes that she was too familiar with.

"What are you doing?"

"You look so sexy just laying there. You shouldn't try to tempt me like that in public," his voice is teasing.

Y/n looks further down and sees the bulge in his pants. She huffs at how aroused he gets over simple things, but it has been sometime since they've had sex. Yet, Y/n is hesitant, knowing that they run the risk of getting caught if she gives into the hands now traveling up the skirt of her dress and rubbing her thighs. Those kids are having the time of their life down by the river though, they're not coming back any time soon.

"Yea?" She sits up so her face is closer to his. They're so close that he just wants to kiss her. He can't stop staring at her lips and he almost whimpers. Lee's not a submissive man, but god does have he found his weaknesses in his wife. "You think compliments and sweet words are going to get me to fuck you here?"

"No, but I bet that wet pussy is enough motivation for you to let me in that pussy."

Y/n's skin begins to heat up, and it's not because of the sun. He can be so crass when he gets horny, but she's learned to enjoy it.

"Lee, we'll get caught."

"Not if we are quick."

He always has an answer for everything.

That smug grin on his face knows that Y/n is going to let him do whatever he wants; especially since his hands are now closer to her sex.

"Just let me get a taste of you. Please, sweet thing?"

Y/n slightly nods her head and her husband is already grabbing at her panties. He pulls them off of her completely before lowering himself and crawling under her dress. Y/n propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him despite only being able to see the outline of him. The wet kisses to her thighs makes her groan, sweet music to Lee's ear.

"Oh god Lee," she cries out when she feels his tongue against her folds. Bliss spreads throughout her body as her husband's tongue rolls over her clit. He was more hungry for her than he was for his lunch.

His fingers dig into her hips as he buries his face deeper into her cunt. Y/n knows she shouldn't moan too loudly, but she just can't help it. His saliva mixes with her arousal and it slides down the crack of her ass. Lee's tongue moving against her is loud and lewd in her ears. The smell and taste of her leaves him feeling heady.

"Don't stop baby." She rests her hand on the back of his head and pushes him further into her as he eats her out with abandon. Through half-shut eyes she can see him looking at her intently like he always does. She squirms under his gaze, always heavy yet making her melt.

His tongue applies more pressure to her clit each time he moves it. She begins panting and crying his name, his favorite sound in the world. He takes her clit into his mouth and sucks on the flesh as loud as he can so she can hear what he's doing to her; how hard he's going to work to get her to cum. He hums at the sweetness of her. She can't bury his face any deeper inside of her, they've already filled all the gaps.

"Lee."

Her voice trails off on the last letter of his name. His arms snake around her thighs to keep her in place before she starts spasming. His fat tongue lays flat against her clit. He can feel it pulsing against his wet tongue. Once again his lips around her clit, but her reaction is different this time. She whines for him as expletives fall from her lips. He can feel her thighs trembling against him. He growls against her pussy like a hungry animal, sending a jolt through her.

"Just like that Lee. Please don't stop," she begs with desperation.

Her stomach rises and falls as her husband flicks his tongue over her swollen clit. If his mouth wasn't attached to her sex he'd be telling her that she's his "good slut" and how bad he just wants to see her cum. But, now he can only show her that she needs to cum all over his tongue. The faster he moves his tongue, the more she cries for him. He catapultes her to an orgasm. The sweet noise she makes when she cums resounds throughout his brain. The tight grip on his head keeps him in place; but it's not like he was going to pull away from her anyway.

He takes his time to clean up the mess he's created, avoiding her sensitive clit and running tongue along her slick folds. Her hand is no longer on his head as she lazily lets it fall on the blanket beneath her body. She's staring up at the vast sky, a few clouds floating by as they make shifts in various shapes.

He climbs from underneath her dress. He's out of breath and his face is glistening with her arousal, but that doesn't stop him bending down to feverishly kiss his wife. Y/n kisses him back with the same energy. The taste of herself on his lips doesn't deter her, in fact it turns her on and makes her moan into the kiss.

Lee begins to fumble with his belt. He's so hard that it almost hurts to be straining so much in his pants.

"Want you on top," he pants. Y/n's body feels like jelly, but she finds the strength to move because she's desperate to have him inside of her.

Lee laid on the blanket where her body was once. Y/n straddles his legs and helps him out of pants. He's so hard, pre-cum wetting the tip of his cock. Y/n gives him a few strokes which makes him groan, but she isn't about to tease him when she's just as needy as him. She lifts herself and sinks onto his cock with a sigh. Lee's cock curves at the perfect angle.

"Pussy is so tight girl." If it feels this good for him, then it must feel like heaven for her.

His hand sneaks under her dress and he grabs a handful of the ass that has gotten much fuller over the years due to her carrying his two kids. Her body is not as nubile as it was when she was younger, but Lee has changed too over the years and he loves that they're getting older together.

Lee grabs onto her hips as Y/n begins to bounce up and down on him. She starts off slowly, almost agonizingly slow, but she just wants to feel all of him. The cock spearing through her is so thick and always makes her gasp when it slides into her.

"Look at you...all bent out of shape for me. Been waiting for this dick all week, haven't you?" Y/n can only nod, but Lee wants to hear her weak voice. "Use your words girl."

"I needed you so bad Lee," she whines. He feels a tinge of guilt knowing she didn't just need him to fuck her, she needed him to be there for his family more.

Lee starts to drive up into her, her eyes falling shut and mouth parting to let out breathless whimpers. "I'm here now baby. Daddy's here now."

Y/n feels warm throughout her entire body. Lee's cock was so deep and unrelenting when it came to fucking her. She was on top yet he had all the control. He curses every time the head of his cock hits her cervix; she also tightens around him every time he does so.

"Put your hands on my chest."

Lee was feeling a little bit lazy out in this heat and he needed Y/n to pick up the slack. She leans forward and her palms are placed against the white cotton of his t-shirt. The harder she rides him, the louder their skin slapping together is. It makes Lee feel delirious to feel and hear how wet she is. Her mess coats her thighs and most likely his jeans too. Her pretty pussy is gushing around.

"That's it princess, such a good girl. Always been my good girl." Lee pushes himself up to kiss Y/n's jawline. Her louder whimpers and tightening walls indicate that she's getting closer. "Love this pussy so much. Love you so much," Lee whines breathlessly.

Y/n is at a loss for words from the cock she's fucking herself on. Lee's words drive her crazy and make her feel wanted. He's in love with every inch of her. He reaches up and gropes her tits through her dress. He wishes she was fully undressed so he could see them bounce. She has a little scar on her right nipple from when she was breastfeeding a teething charlotte. He knows exactly where it is as he runs his fingers over it even though she's clothed. Her nipples poke through the dress she's wearing.

"Lee," she whines.

"Gonna cum for me? Need you to keep it tight so I can cum princess," he says through gritted teeth. He buries his head into the blanket and closes his eyes as he gets lost in the sounds and feeling of her cumming pussy. She grabs a fistful of his shirt as she continues to ride him despite how overwhelming her orgasm is. She can't get enough of his thick cock and wants to keep him inside forever

She feels his cock pulsating and twitching inside of her; her favorite feeling in the world.

"I want you to cum Lee. Please please please cum for me," she begs.

Lee thought about pulling out of her and painting her face with his cum or just shooting his load in her mouth, but the warmth of her pussy was too enticing to leave. It feels so sinful yet he can only be what he believes heaven is.

He cries out as ropes of cum coat his wife's walls. She can feel the sticky substance shooting deep inside of her. Lee is beneath her groaning in a fit of passion. His moans always get all high-pitched when he cums hard. Y/n loves the sounds he makes when he cums, when he's too lost in the pleasure of her warm pussy to care about anything else in the world.

They slowly bring their movements to a halt and Y/n is sated on top of him. That familiar, smug smile begins to spread across his face meaning he's finally gotten what he wanted. He's fully satisfied.

"So good baby," he coos while reaching up to stroke her cheek. His skin is a delicate pink color from the activity they just finished doing.

Lee sits up with Y/n still in his lap and on his cock. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her a bit innocently for her pussy to be still warming her cock.

"I missed your body," he says between kisses, "I missed you." The first thing he's doing when he gets to the station on Monday morning is changing his schedule around to be with his family more for the week.

"I missed you too Lee."

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him even closer to her body. She isn't sure how long they've stayed like this, but their time together was interrupted by the faint voices of their children.

"C'mon momma, let me clean myself up," Lee says with a sigh. His cock was soft now, but Y/n still felt so empty when he pulled out of her and placed her onto her back. He caught a glimpse of her messy pussy and he wanted her to be reminded of what they did for the rest of the day. He grabbed her panties and tossed them to her.

"Go ahead and put those panties back on."

Y/n obeys, sliding her panties back on before any of his cum could seep out of her.

The heat paired with the satisfaction that's deep in her bones makes her feel needy. She always cuddles with Lee after they fuck, but this was a completely different situation. He can see it on her face as he stands up to fasten his belt again. She's torn between wanting him to stay with her and letting him go back to what he's been waiting for for years.

"Baby, I-"

Y/n knew what he was going to say. She playfully rolls her eyes at him before shooing him away.

"Go with the kids. Make sure our son catches a fish or two. I'll be down there to join you guys soon."

Lee quickly walks over to his wife and bends over to lay a kiss on her forehead. "I love you," slips from his mouth as he smiles at her.

"I love you too," she responds when he's far enough away to not be able to hear her. Y/n can't believe how lucky she got.

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The Wrong Idea (part 2) | Lee Bodecker x Reader

(read part 1 here)

summary: your relationship with your stepfather only becomes more tense, and both of you know you can’t avoid him forever.

word count: nearly 5.8k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon/noncon, and a few consensual encounters), stepcest, pain kink, daddy kink, groping, semi-public sex, a bit of pregnancy/breeding kink (just through dialogue), stockholm syndrome/sympathy for the abuser, grooming (hence the thing before this one), a bit of violence including use of a gun, a bit of housewife kink?

Jimmy O’Doyle was sweet, and handsome; tall, and strong, and with this gorgeous blonde hair that he either styled relentlessly or just somehow dried perfect on its own.  Sure, his nose was a little big, but you found it endearing, especially when his smile was even bigger. 

Most of the girls in Knockemstiff had a crush on Jimmy— maybe it was his looks, maybe it was the fact that he drove one of the nicer cars in town— but he was either oblivious or uninterested.  He seemed to keep to himself most of the time, though he'd always be polite and carry conversation if you approached him.

Well, not you.  You never approached him.  It made you a little too nervous.

Therefore, you had no plan when he approached you after church one Sunday.  You didn't even realize he knew your name, until he used it to get your attention with a tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, hey Jimmy," you mumbled back, looking up at him and chewing your lip.

"I like your dress," he informed you with a tilted smile.  You looked down at it— yellow, with a white gingham on the skirt— and felt your face getting a little warm.

"Oh, this?  Thanks, um, it was a gift from— from my stepdad."

"Oh, was it your birthday?"

You shook your head.  "Not for a few more months, he just bought me something to be nice."

Jimmy nodded, and there was an uncomfortable silence before you suddenly blurted out: "I like your tie!"

"Thanks!” he beamed.  “I got it when I went to—”

"Time to go, sweetie," your mother interrupted to inform you, motioning to the parking lot where Sheriff Bodecker was opening the driver's side door of his patrol car.  (Yes, he drove the three of you to church in the fucking patrol car.)

"Just a minute, mama," you smiled back.  “What were you gonna say?” you asked Jimmy.

“Uh, I was just gonna ask you somethin’...”

“Well, what is it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a moment.  “Just if maybe you wanted to, uh, go for a drive sometime or somethin’...”

“A drive?  Yeah, sure,” you smiled, feeling a giddy nervousness bloom in your stomach.  “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” he nodded.  “I’ll pick you up tonight?  At 7?”

You pictured Jimmy appearing at the door with your mother and Lee sitting in the living room.  “Um, no, I’ll meet you somewhere.  At the corner of Bailey and Hillside?”

“All right,” he smiled.

“I’ll be the one in a yellow dress,” you winked.

“I’ll be the one in the blue Cadillac,” he grinned.

Your mother called to you again and you waved goodbye to Jimmy, feeling your cheeks warm as he waved back.  

“What was that all about?” she asked as you got into the back seat.

“Oh, he was just asking if I’d wanna join the choir,” you lied quickly.  

“Well I hope you said no!  I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself,” she smiled.

“Of course, mama,” you nodded, shooting Lee a glance that said ‘do you see how she is?’

He looked back just for a second before starting the car, and you knew he understood better than most.

//

You had a plan to tell your mother and stepfather that you were going to meet some friends for dinner, but they never even asked where you were going.  Certainly made it easier to slip out and begin your walk to the corner where you planned to meet your date.  

You had your yellow dress on like you said you would, but you didn't wear the white cardigan that you had on over it at church that morning.  It was a warm night anyhow, but you hoped it would be a little more mature without it.  Not revealing or anything, but a little more daring.

Hopping into Jimmy’s passenger seat made you feel like the most special girl in the world, though you knew it wasn’t actually that big of a deal.  You let yourself get excited anyway.  

The conversation was pleasant, if nerve-wracking.  At first, you kind of hoped some other girls in town would see you in his car and get jealous, but as you two got to talking and you appreciated the scenic drive, it wasn’t so important to you anymore.  Jimmy asked where you wanted to go.  You just told him to go anywhere.  You weren’t exactly offended when he decided to take you to the closest thing Knockemstiff had to a ‘makeout point’: it was just a nice park that had a lot of open space and a cute little creek down the middle.  Knowing what this implied, you felt your face warm up slightly.

“Is it okay if we just sit in here and talk for a bit?” Jimmy asked gently.  “I rather like getting to know you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you nodded, “I like talking to you, too.”

It went on like that for a while, talking about all sorts of things that were mostly unimportant.  Jimmy went on a bit of a ramble about baseball, which you normally found terminally boring; it was interesting when he talked about it with so much passion, though.  And he returned the favor by listening to you talk about politics which was probably just as boring to him.  

“I’ve never known a girl who knew so much about the world,” he said, seeming impressed.

“I don’t think I know that much,” you shook your head, “I just listen to the radio.”

“I listen to the radio, too, but it must not be the same station as you,” he laughed.

An awkward, but not necessarily uncomfortable, silence fell over the car.  You wanted to make a move, but you didn’t know how.

“Maybe we could turn on the radio now,” you suggested.

“All right,” he jumped up, leaning forward and turning his car radio on.

And dear, I wonder if you find love an optical illusion, too? 

“Oh, I love this song,” you admitted.  “I don’t have a record player, but I think if I did I’d only have Billie Holiday records.”

“You should come over sometime, I have a lot of records,” Jimmy offered.

“Does that mean we’ll have a second date?” you asked hopefully.

“Does that mean we’re having a first date, right now?” he returned.

“I was sort of hoping so,” you smiled nervously.

“So was I,” he agreed.

Are the stars out tonight?  I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright…

Your mind wandered as you feared that somehow, Jimmy would see right through you— see who you really were.  And if he did that, he’d never want you.  You knew that.  You figured Sheriff Bodecker would go out of his way to make sure you knew that, if he ever found out this was going on.  But he wasn’t going to find out, you decided, because he had no way of knowing and you were grown anyhow.  

‘cause I only have eyes for you…

When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized Jimmy was leaning in towards you; and though you felt oddly guilty for no good reason at all, you closed the gap and kissed him.

It was gentle and sweet, nothing like the kisses you were used to.  Some materialistic, status-conscious part of you (probably the part that was related to your mother) was over the moon to be kissing the most popular young man in the whole town.  Most of you, though, was just happy to be kissing a boy that you liked, and that liked you back.

And secretly, a very teeny tiny part of you was thinking of someone else.

“You are so beautiful,” Jimmy whispered into the kiss.

“Really?  You think so?” you whispered back, smiling.

“Everybody does,” he answered as if it were obvious.  

You kissed him deeper, the smallest moan slipping out as his hands moved over your waist.  You gasped a bit when his hands moved to grab your breasts.

“Is this okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and kissed him again, whimpering softly as his hands massaged you through your dress.

Arousal was starting to awaken between your legs, and you felt your hips pushing down against the seat a little harder, seeking stimulation.  Gingerly, your hand started to slide up his leg, and you both gasped when you felt his erection underneath the corduroy.

He quickly took his hands off you to open up his trousers, pulling his cock out and sighing a bit when your hand wrapped around it.

You could tell it wasn’t as big as the Sheriff’s— not as long or as thick— but it still felt good in your hand, and Jimmy still looked beautiful with that look of pleasure and shock on his face.

“Damn, you’re…” Jimmy moaned, almost in disbelief, as you started to stroke him.  “You’re incredible.”

“Touch me again,” you pleaded gently, biting your lip when he reached up to pull the top of your dress down a bit— just enough to expose your tits and grab them again.

You got lost in the moment, with how good his hands felt on you, and how nice it was to kiss him, and how much you wanted him to come all over your hand.  So lost, in fact, that neither of you noticed a car had pulled up behind his until there was a tap at your window.

It was the Sheriff, shining a flashlight into the car.

“Shit!” Jimmy gasped, shoving you away and tucking himself back into his trousers while you pulled up your dress to cover yourself and turned off the radio.  Your stomach sank and you thought you could probably vomit right then and there.  

“Roll down the window, please,” Lee requested, and you awkwardly cranked the handle until it was halfway down.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, it was—” Jimmy began to explain.

“What do you want?” you interrupted, glaring at Lee.

“Just wanna make sure you’re both alright,” he answered sternly.  “It’s gettin’ pretty late.”

“It’s not even ten,” you announced with crossed arms, “and you aren’t supposed to be workin’ tonight.”

Jimmy stared at you with wide eyes, somewhere between impressed and terrified that you were standing up to the Sheriff.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” Lee snarled.  You sighed and rolled up the window again; Lee stepped out of the way so you could open your door as you got out.  “You, stay in the car,” he instructed Jimmy, who nodded fearfully.

The second you shut the door, Lee was pressing you back into the side of the car and staring you down.  You were terrified of him, actually, but you refused to show it.

You whispered to him harshly, hoping Jimmy wouldn’t hear your exchange.  “Go.  Away.” 

Lee chuckled, in an angry sort of way.  “Givin’ some schoolboy a tug in his car, huh?  In the dress I bought you?  Thought you were better than that.”

“It’s none of your business,” you asserted.

“Everything that happens in this town is my business,” he replied, “and everything that happens to you is my problem.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a jealous creep who followed me around,” you hissed.

Jimmy stepped out of the car, and both of you turned to look back at him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if he was asking you or Lee.

“Can’t say that it is,” the Sheriff shook his head.  “Way I see it, this is public indecency for the both of you.”

“Sir, we didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll let you off with a warning,” Lee told Jimmy with a disappointed frown.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you mumbled.

“Not you,” he turned back to you with a sigh.  “I'm afraid I'll have to detain you.  Can't give you special treatment just cause you're family.”

“What?!” you squawked.

“You heard me, girl.  Hands behind your back."

“You can’t be serious,” Jimmy protested. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in your vehicle?” Lee remembered angrily, and Jimmy hesitated but obeyed.

As he cuffed your wrists, his hand drifted downward, cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Lee, don't…" you pleaded softly, "not here."

"Not here?” he whispered against your ear, making you shiver.  “Then where, princess?  You're never at home anymore.  When am I s'posed to make my girl feel good, huh?  When are you gonna take care of me?"

"You can take care of yourself," you grimaced.

"Oh, I do.  After your ma falls asleep," he chuckled.  "I get my cock off all by myself, thinking about you and your tight fuckin' hole."

You whimpered as he started to gather your skirt, rubbing his hands on your legs underneath.

"And what's this with you calling me Lee?  You know it's Sheriff in public, and Daddy at home."

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, I was just—”

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” Lee grumbled as he roughly guided you to his patrol car, all but tossing you into the back.  

“Where are you gonna take her?” Jimmy asked as he leaned out of his window, not seeming to have noticed the way Lee was touching you but still obviously uncomfortable.

“Home,” was all Lee replied as he got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

Of course, as he started to drive, you realized that was a lie.  He drove down winding roads in tense silence, until he pulled into a clearing in the woods and turned off the engine.

“You fucked up real big tonight,” he informed you as he turned back to look at you through the caged partition.

You just looked at your skirt, that damned yellow and white gingham that had gotten you into this mess.  

“Get out, get in front of the car, and bend over the hood.”

He leaned back to open the door for you from the inside, and you shivered from the sudden blast of cool night air.  Lee watched you through the windshield with a dark glare as you walked around the car and laid yourself down over the hood.  The metal was cold; cold enough to seep through your clothes and make you shiver.  The whole world looked sideways when you saw it from this angle, but truthfully, your whole world felt completely upside down. You just waited like that for a moment— and it was the best he’d ever done to make you feel worthless, having you wait patiently for him to do what he was about to do to you.

Eventually, he stepped out with a gruff instruction not to move.  When his form was no longer visible in your peripheral vision, you felt him pressed up against the back of your legs as your skirt started to slide up.

“I try to be nice to ya,” he grunted, “treat you right, buy you things.  And what does it get me, huh?”

You didn’t say anything, because you were sure anything you would say would just make it worse.  With your skirt flipped up completely now, you could feel the cold autumn breeze on your legs as he pulled your panties to the side.

“I’m startin’ to think that kindness doesn’t go very far with you.  You like it best when I’m mean, dontcha?”

His belt made that terrible clinking sound as he opened it, and you felt his cock rubbing through your folds.

“Normally I would get you wetter first, but I think this’ll just have to do tonight.”

He pushed forward and it fucking burned.  You cried out, breathing through your teeth as you tried to bear the pain.  Behind your back, your nails dug into your palm.

He didn’t slow down at all, though, and fucked you faster and harder in spite of the sting.  Determined to get a reaction, he slapped your ass, too.

“Daddy!” you sobbed.  “It hurts!”

“You could’ve avoided it,” he yelled angrily.  “It didn’t have to be like this, but you wanted to act like a fuckin’ whore, and now you’re gettin’ treated like one.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried, wet tears warming the cold metal of the car beneath you. “I’m so sorry, daddy!”

Lee grabbed your hips tighter, surely enough to bruise.  Disturbingly, you felt yourself getting more aroused— it made it less painful physically, but so much more painful mentally.

“Told ya you like it rough,” he laughed.  “You’re already clenchin’ on me, I can tell you’re gonna come.”

You tried to shake your head, but he was right.  He reached up and pulled your hair roughly, making you yelp.  Even that made a pleasant tingle run down your spine, despite the fact that it hurt so much.

“You’re so fuckin’ close, princess,” he groaned, leaning down and watching your face closely, “you’re gonna come for your daddy, right fuckin’ now.”

You heard a twig snap before you knew what it was.  "What the fuck?!" another voice called out.

It was Jimmy, standing off just a few feet away in disbelief.  You closed your eyes, unable and unwilling to look at him in this moment.  Lee just sighed as he slipped out of you, stuffing his cock back into the pants of his uniform and zipping back up.  "You didn't see anything, kid."

"You… you're…” Jimmy stammered, “that's your stepdaughter!  The hell is wrong with you?"

"I said," Lee growled as he crossed the distance between him and Jimmy, pulling his gun from its holster and holding it under the boy’s neck, "ya didn't see nothin'."

"Don't hurt him, Lee, please!" you sobbed.

"Hey!" Lee yelped, turning back to look at you.  "You, shut up!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Jimmy protested.  Lee responded with a swift backhanded slap, hitting Jimmy with his gun in the process.  

"You'd better learn how to respect authority, son, and real damn soon before somebody hands your ass to ya.  I'm not doin' nothing wrong with her, I'll have you know.  She's of age, and I'm not forcin' her to do it.  She likes it,” Lee bragged, “begs me for it, day and night.  Frankly, I can barely keep up with her.  Now, get on and mind your business, and this won't be any trouble for you."

Jimmy hesitated a little, glancing over at you for a moment.  “You’re a sick bastard, Sheriff,” he sighed as he shook his head.

Lee just grinned, almost like he was proud of the title.  "Tell me somethin', Timmy—"

"It's Jimmy."

"Yeah, whatever— you kissed her, didn’t ya?"

"Yes."

Lee laughed, grabbing the boy on the shoulder as if they were old chums or something.  "Oh, kid, if only you knew where that mouth had been."

Jimmy looked disgusted as he glanced at you and then to the ground, before turning away to storm off into the woods.  Lee seemed so proud of himself as he walked back to you, pushing you down since you’d started to lean up off the car.

"Now, where were we?" he purred.

"I hate you," you sobbed, "I hate you!"

"Oh yeah, that's right— you were about to come all over my fuckin’ cock."

He quickly got himself back out and shoved into you again, hard and brutal thrusts slamming your hips forward painfully.  

"I'd better not catch you with another stupid fuckin’ boy," he growled.  "You don't know how mean I can be, little girl.  You don't know everything I could do to them… you don't know everything I could do to you."

You tried your best to apologise again but the strength of your sobs made you nearly unintelligible.  Worse, you were so close to coming that you were starting to see stars.

"You're mine now, ya hear?" he moaned against your ear.  "Nobody else in this town is gonna touch you, or they'll have to answer to me.  Don't even want 'em lookin' atcha."

Your orgasm made your legs feel like jelly, your whole body going limp as all the energy to fight left you.  He kept fucking you strong and fast, overstimulating the most sensitive places inside you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head, your thoughts became fuzzy and distant, and all you could feel was overwhelming pleasure buzzing under your skin.

"Yours," you moaned weakly, "just yours, daddy…"

"Fuck, gonna come," he warned you, "gonna fill you up, sweetheart."

You nodded, the danger of that prospect feeling distant and abstract, while the best parts of it felt so close and tangible.  He groaned as he pumped his load into you, thick and hot and warming you from the inside out.  When he finally slowed to a stop and pulled out, you could feel a gush of it leak out of your opening and run down your thigh.

Silently, he uncuffed your wrists and helped you up off the car, sliding into the backseat with you with a quiet shut of the door behind him.  Something about the overwhelming sensations of it all, and the way it went from so loud to so quiet in just a moment, and his sudden switch from cruel to gentle, made your eyes water until you couldn't help but bawl.  You threw yourself into his arms and sobbed, clutching at his chest.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," you whimpered, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong…"

"Shh, it's okay, sweet girl," he cooed as he stroked your back soothingly.  "You know I only get upset like that cause I want the best for you."

"I know," you sighed, "I just wanted to be normal, you know?  Have a boyfriend like the other girls do, somebody I could marry someday."

"I get it," he nodded, "I don't blame you.  I wish we could leave this place, and start over where nobody knows where we are.  But you know I couldn't leave Knockemstiff… not when I'm about to win this election."

"If you can win here, maybe you can win somewhere else," you suggested.

He turned to look at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.  "You sayin you wanna run away with me, princess?"

"Umm…" you stalled.

"I know you wanna get away from your ma.  Hell, so do I.  You understand why I needed a wife though— people trust men with wives more," he explained matter-of-factly, "and not wives that are more than 20 years younger than them."

"So it was all a way to get reelected?" 

"I was lonely too.  Marriage didn't fix that though.  You did."

You looked up at him and couldn't believe the way you felt when you did.  Sometimes you hated him even more than you did before he married your mother, but at times like this, you loved him in a way you'd never loved anybody before.  You wondered if maybe hating somebody like that sometimes was just the way love worked.

"Come on, sweet girl, let's go home," he suggested softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You nodded as he got out of the back and returned to the driver’s seat, starting the car.  Laying down, you watched the tops of the trees through the window— though it was quite dark out and there wasn’t a lot to see— and felt your eyelids get heavy.  Drifting to sleep, you dreamt in vivid colors of abstract things that you could never explain with words if you tried; though you couldn’t have known it, Lee watched you sleep in the rearview mirror, and did some dreaming of his own.

//

Midnight snacks; the least of your many bad habits.

You emerged from your room in your summer nightgown— which meant it was as thin as it needed to be for the heat outside— and stepped carefully over the floorboards you knew to creak the loudest as you made your clandestine trek to the mint-colored refrigerator.

As you moved through the living room to get to your destination, you jumped when a figure shifted in the darkness.  Realizing it was Lee, you relaxed (mostly).

"You scared me," you giggled.  "What are you doing on the couch?"

He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head and looking a little exhausted.  "Uh, nothing… what are you doing up?”

“Just getting a snack,” you admitted, “hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t stop on my account.  I was thinkin’ of a beer anyways,” he shrugged, following you to the fridge as you opened it.  His shirtlessness was a little distracting as he stood behind you, looking over your shoulder and reaching around to grab the glass bottle.  Settling on a leftover slice of cake wrapped in saran, you set your bounty on the counter while Lee opened and took a sip of his drink.

“Is it good?” he asked you once you’d acquired a fork and scooped a bite of the sweet, sugary dessert into your mouth.

You nodded, smiling but trying to keep your lips together to avoid spitting the food out.  It was a few days old but somehow it tasted better than it had when it was fresh— maybe it was that it was cold on a hot night, or maybe it was that you’d had to navigate a nauseatingly-boring baby shower in order to get some the first time.  Your mother insisted on dragging you along to all kinds of ridiculous community events like that.

Your next bite was more ambitious, because you weren’t exactly worried about eating in a ladylike manner when it was past midnight and you were eating cake in your pyjamas.

“You got some frostin’ on your nose,” Lee informed you— but before you could wipe it off, he took his finger and swiped it right on the tip of your nose.  You felt yourself blush a bit as he licked the blue cream off of his finger.  “It’s sweet,” he announced, “but maybe that’s just you.”

As warmth bloomed in your chest from his kindness (even if it was cheesy), you felt a little bolder to press him about what was actually going on.

“Why were you really on the couch?” you asked softly.

He paused for a second, taking a long, slow sip of beer as he thought, but finally answered.  “I got kicked out of the bed.  Your ma… well, she doesn't handle rejection very well it seems."

"Rejection…?" you encouraged, feeling a bit nervous suddenly.

"I wouldn't sleep with her,” he clarified.  “And now I'm sleepin’… here."

You swallowed, even though you weren’t eating at that exact moment.  "Why… why wouldn't you sleep with her?"

He smirked a little.  "Sweetheart, once you've had a taste of rare meat, you never go back to well done."

The comparison to meat was demeaning, even if you came out on the flattering end of the metaphor.  Still, you took pity on him as you saw how uncomfortable the couch looked.

"You could sleep in my bed, you know,” you offered awkwardly.  “I mean, it's not as big as yours but… it's definitely bigger than the couch…"

He smiled at you in a way that made you wonder if you'd made a mistake.  "You're too sweet, darlin'.  Even for your own good."

The rest of your cake and his beer was forgotten as you walked with each other to your bedroom, now both of you avoiding the creakiest boards.  You couldn’t ignore the way he shut the door behind you as quietly as possible— another reminder that, though neither of you were saying it, that this was the sort of thing you didn’t want to be overheard.  The secrecy of it all made your spine tingle, and you liked it.  Who knew a good girl like you would learn to love breaking the rules so much?

It wasn't as strange as you'd expected to have him in your bed.  A little cramped, maybe, but also oddly nice.  He cuddled up to you, and you felt small but safe in his arms.  When his lips pressed against the back of your neck, you whimpered softly; and when his fingers started to trail down between your legs, you moaned a bit louder.

"Gotta be quiet, pretty girl, don't want anybody else in the house hearin' ya…"

You'd never known how good it could feel to be touched until Lee touched you.  His fingers found every delicate spot and slowly took you apart until it became near impossible to stay quiet.  So quickly after invading your body, he invaded your mind as well, and now he was all you could think about.  Not just in moments like this, disturbingly, but damn-near all the time.  It wasn’t that you forgot everything you hated about him, but more that you forgot how to feel the hate and instead could only logically try to convince yourself to hate him still.  Logic was long gone, though, as he kissed your shoulder and pushed two thick fingers into you.

"You're so wet, honey, you're gonna spoil me," he purred softly against your ear.  "Want me to love ya good, sweet girl?"

You nodded quickly, smiling wide.

He smiled back as rolled you onto your back and slipped between your legs, pushing his pyjama pants down.  You preened when you felt his cock start to slide over your pussy.  When he suddenly pushed in, you gasped and arched your back.

"Shh," he soothed, "it's okay, baby, you can take it.  You're so good, princess, my good girl…"

You whimpered but kept mostly quiet as he thrusted deeper, nearly all the way in.  Was he always going to be this much of a challenge to take?

"Keep those legs open real wide, honey, show me how bad you want it," he purred.

Your head craned up to watch his cock disappearing inside you, only to fall back again as he pulled back and pushed in, over and over, fucking you slow but deep.

"Daddy," you whimpered softly, "feels so good, please don't stop…"

He kissed you, cradling your face in his hands.  "Not gonna stop, princess, 'm right here, not gonna letcha go…"

You clutched at his shoulders, feeling so full that it almost hurt but you loved it, god you loved it more than you could’ve ever believed.  You loved the feeling of him inside you, like you were made for each other.  You loved his little breaths and moans, and knowing it was because of you that he felt good.  You loved it, even, when he went a bit too deep and your arms shot up to push him back, only for him to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head.  

"My girl," he whispered into your ear, "my girl, my girl, my girl."

And shockingly enough, you loved being his girl.

"I love you, daddy," you sighed, so quiet that you were afraid he wouldn't hear you.  But he did.

"Say it again," he requested.

"I love you," you repeated, "I love you so much, daddy."

"I love you too, princess," he answered with a smile, "more than you can imagine."

He kissed you as his thrusts gained some speed, your walls already fluttering each time he pushed all the way in.  You knew he felt it because you could tell that he was still smiling into the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders.  You knew he was close, too, because it was his cock beginning to swell and flex within you that pushed you over the edge.  He helped you stay quiet by wrapping his hand around your neck and tightening until you started to see stars.  It made everything stronger, so much so that it quickly became overwhelming as tears quickly began to pour down the sides of your face.  

He was quick to comfort you though, relaxing his grip and wiping the tears away with reverently-whispered praises.  

“Don’t pull out yet, daddy,” you requested softly, wrapping your legs around his hips when you felt that he was trying to pull back.  “I like feeling you inside me…”

He kissed you again, gripping your thigh tight, and stayed that way until you finally agreed that he could go— and who were you to say how long you made him wait?  It felt too good to let him go so soon, even if he was exhausted.  As soon as you nodded, though, he was slipping out and sighing. 

"Fuck it, I'm not gonna wait any longer," he groaned as he laid back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, "I wanna make you mine for good."

You laid your head on his shoulder, looking up at him and admiring the little details of his face that you could only see when you were this close.  "I thought you said you'd never leave Knockemstiff."

"I don't think I have to.  What's the point of bein' the Sheriff if I can't marry who I want?"

You bit your lip a little before replying to that.  "You really wanna marry me?"

"Of course I do, princess,” he smiled proudly, looking back at you.  “Might have to wait a while if I'm s'posed to save up for another one of them diamond rings…"

"I don't need one, long as I have you," you decided confidently.

"You're too good to me, sweetheart," he smirked, kissing your temple softly.  "Can't wait to spoil you the way you deserve."

“How’s that?” you pressed, drawing abstract shapes onto his chest with your fingertip.

“A bigger bed than this,” he laughed.  “A nice car— if you want your own, that is.  You know I’d love to have you shotgun with me in the patrol car as much as I can.”

“You’d really get me a car?”

“Of course, after a little while.  What kind would you want?”

“A red one.  A real glossy red one.”

“Alright,” he smirked.  “How about I getcha somethin’ else fancy— pearls, maybe?  A girl like you deserves to wear pearls every day.”

“You think I’d look good in them?”

“Mm, especially if you weren’t in much else.”

“Okay, I could wear pearls if you bought them for me.  Maybe I’ll be one of those wives who’s wearing pearls and heels when her husband gets home from work.”

“Fuck, talkin’ like that’ll get me hard again, princess,” he groaned.  “Anythin’ else you want?”

“...I want a baby,” you admitted softly, embarrassed to even say it.

“I’ll put one in ya right now, sweetpea,” he purred.  “Well, maybe not right now, I need a minute or two but… I could’ve already gotten you pregnant, you know.  I’m no good at pullin’ out when it comes to you and that tight little pussy.”

“Is it strange if I sort of hope you did?  Get me pregnant already, I mean.”

“Not at all,” he shook his head, “at least not to me.  But I’m a little stranger than most.”

“Yes, that’s the impression I get,” you giggled.  

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’d look beautiful pregnant, all round and glowin’, with my baby in ya…” he trailed off, clearly imagining it.

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’re the most handsome man in all of Ohio,” you winked, snuggling up closer to him.

“That is most certainly strange,” Lee laughed.

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