#southern sheriff daddy lee

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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

♡ Pairing: Soft!Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation (both fem and male), dark sexual thoughts, pls read warnings

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It was only fair that he deserved just a bite. One simple taste of your lips— one long caress of your skin. The sensation of your hair threading in between his fingers as he tugged harshly on the strands. He deserved to hear the sweet cries that would fall from your lips— the sounds he would undoubtedly hear if he ever had his way with you.

He knew it was morally wrong, the thought sickening to want you as badly as he did. But the fact was, the more reasons he tried to tell himself that it was wrong to want you. Sparked more reasons he should have you. The thoughts of missed experiences, missed relationships— moments he'd never get to have if he didn't have you. He wasn't the perfect man, but he was deserving of something good— pure.

Lastly, maybe because it was so forbidden is what made it so desirable— made you so desirable.

Truthfully, he didn't want you at first. The infatuation... well more like obsession— burned slowly. The flame always lit, but it was until a specific moment had the flame raging into a passionate fire.

Lee had started to see your Mother, the two flirting shamelessly when the Sheriff would visit the diner that your Mother worked at. It was romantic at first— Lee coming to visit with flowers in hand. Compliments that he knew would make your Mother flush. He always knew how to leave her speechless, and he hadn't even had her yet. A couple dates fly by and Lee had finally devoured her— finally finding someone to soothe his fix. Someone to satisfy his hunger... for now.

The two were inseparable, never wanting to leave each others side. As your Mother craved Lee, his heart and mind— he only craved your Mother for one thing at first. As time passed, he could feel himself start to care for her. Not only did she satisfy his hunger— but she also listened to him when he needed to vent about stress at work.

A year passed and the passion slowly started to fade, but didn't vanish completely. He found himself busier at work, and at the same time your Mother was taking more shifts at the diner. Although the passion was fading, things seemed to be getting more serious as Lee and your Mother moved in together. Your Mother already had a beautiful home, small but charming. It was then Lee discovered she had a daughter— you.

Lee was frustrated upon finding out about you, knowing that kids only added stress to his life. He was unhappy— and you seemed to start a series of constant fights between Lee and your Mother. The fights seemed to happen almost every night— and despite the frustration and growing toxicity of it all. They still wanted to be with each other. It was becoming a use for company— a way to not feel so alone at the end of the day.

Tension lingered constantly until Lee had met you finally one day in the kitchen. He hadn't known your Mother let today be the day for the first meeting. She wasn't even here. Lee found himself trudging into the room for some much needed coffee before he left for work— when he found you in a silk nightgown. A very see through nightgown, in fact. It left little to the imagination.

"Morning darling." The sheriff greeted, watching you jump and almost drop the mug you were holding.

"Oh my— you scared m-me!" You gasped, holding a hand to your heart. "Good morning... uh what would you like me to call you?"

"Lee's fine sweetheart. You're the (Y/n) I hear so much about." He thought out loud, giving you a once over.

"Hopefully all good things." You tried to joke, but deep down were afraid your Mother had said something bad about you.

Lee chuckled to himself, not wanting to really tell you that he hadn't heard much about you. The more recent interactions between you and your Mother fights— instead of conversations.

"Mother wanted to be here when you woke up— but she was called for an emergency at the diner." You informed him and he grunted in understanding. "It's nice to meet you Lee. I just wanted to thank you for making my Mother so happy. I'm sure we are going to get along just fine— I promise I won't be any trouble."

Making your Mother happy? Lee thought. She must be putting on a front for you— because things hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Overall he appreciated you not being a demon child. In fact— you were much older than he was expecting you to be.

"Pleasure to meet ya darling— we will get along just fine." He told you with a smirk.

You smiled his way, before moving around the kitchen— trying to busy yourself from his intense stare that had your cheeks flushing.

Lee didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt an itch burning— a craving that needed to be satisfied. You were so young— so new to the big bad world.

He hummed and let his eyes roam over your figure again, taking in the way your nipples were poking through the nightgown. He had to bite his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips. He could feel his pants growing tight from the sight of your eyes glancing up to him— so innocently like you weren’t standing here practically half naked in front of him.

“Does your Mother usually let you wear stuff like that?” He asked, speaking down to you.

You bit your own lip, looking down at your nightgown, the silk hiding very little of your body. You knew to never wear it out in public— but he was your Stepfather so you assumed it was okay.

“Y-yes… why do you want me to change?” You asked shyly, feeling insecure about what you were wearing in front of him now.

“Of course not sweetheart— you just gotta be careful dressing like that in front of strangers.” He pointed out, “You don’t have to worry when I’m around— I’ll protect you.”

You smiled at his protection, knowing you and your another were in good hands. If only you got a glimpse inside his mind.

“Thank you Lee, my Mother and I are lucky to have you around.” You told him, watching his smirk grow into a larger smile. “Would you like some coffee?”

He nodded and hummed, sitting down at the kitchen table, watching your body through the nightgown as you worked around the kitchen, getting the coffee prepared for him.

You finally set the cup of coffee down in front of him, standing close enough where Lee would get a whiff of your vanilla, buttery scent of your skin. The faintest smell of strawberries from your shampoo. It was like your scent was a drug— the smell filling his senses and pulling him into a trance.

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

“Thanks darling, look at you being so helpful. Such a good girl, helping your stepdaddy get ready for the day.” He cooed, placing his free hand around on your back, stroking the exposed soft skin of the open back of the nightgown.

His touch made you shiver, the skin he was touching buzzing pleasantly. His hands were rough and textured, lightly scratching your smooth skin.

You looked away from him, trying to hide your flustered state. His touch and his words had you feeling fuzzy— a pleasant haze floating around your brain. It confused you.

“W-will you make it home in time to have dinner with Mother and I tonight?” You asked him, despite the butterflies floating around your tummy.

He moved his hand from the middle of your back to your hip, squeezing the flesh in his massive hands palming almost the entirety of your hip. The action made you gasp, your lower abdomen tingling.

“I’ll be there darling.” He whispered as he was even closer to you now.

You felt your body warming up from his body heat, despite the house being cool. Every time he’d touch you, your body had an odd reaction— one that you didn’t understand. But it had you squirming uncomfortably, not from him. From the fact that you suddenly needed something to soothe this tingle that kept creeping up.

“O-okay.” You breathed out, escaping him once he let you go, paying attention to his coffee.

You used that as your opportunity to leave the room without another peep, heading towards your room where you would lock yourself in— trying to understand this itch you so needed to scratch now. You sat on your bed wondering why you felt so unsettled, so incomplete. You were frustrated and decided to jump into the shower, get yourself fresh and clear your mind— then you’d head to the library.

You took your time in the shower, scrubbing your body all over— making sure every inch of your flesh was clean. You washed your hair, and soon as you found yourself done with your routine— you stayed standing under the water. You stared blankly at the shower wall as you were deep in thought. Your hand had a kind of its own, and you found yourself palming your tit.

You let your finger drag ever so slowly over the bud, and you had to bite your other hand to keep the gasp from escaping.

You felt utterly filthy. Even as you stood squeaky clean in the shower— you knew Mother would be so disappointed at your doing such sinful acts. You knew you should stop, drop your hands and get out— but your thumb continued to swipe and circle your bud, the sensation making you sigh into your hand.

It was something you had never felt before and you wondered— if it was so bad, why’d it feel so good?

The water started to turn cold, going unnoticed by you who was slipping into a blissful state— drowning out the world with the delicious sensation.

Little did you know, Lee had picked the lock on your door and was watching your silhouette through the curtain from the doorway— his own hand palming himself through his pants.

He watched with lust blown eyes as you played with yourself, the delicious quiet whines escaping your lips in a sweet melody. God he wanted to be the one to pull such sounds from you.

He didn’t know how this was going to work, he wasn’t sure he could control himself around you with your Mother around. He guess he would find out soon enough.

For now he scurried off with an aching member, heading into work— the only image of your bare body in his mind.

A/N: this series is gonna be filthy, get ready👀

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Lee Bodecker x Reader (pt 1)

Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man. It only makes it easier doing bad things to make her his good girl. 18+ minors scurry off!!

Warnings: Dark Lee, Stalking, toxic relationships, age gap (reader 20, lee 40s), southern people (yes it’s a warning), mentions of death. Future smut: daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man, but he had to pretend to be. Some knew of his dirty deeds, most didn’t but you…..it was as if you could see through his perfectly crafted image. As if those Bambi eyes saw into his guilty soul. Maybe you couldn’t see the bad man in him. Maybe he was just paranoid at the possibility of scaring you away. Either way though, Lee wanted you.

He wanted to hear your pretty laugh, he wanted your perfect baking, and he wanted to see you fall apart for him. You were always so sweet and graceful. Almost swanlike. But Lee desperately wanted to see your pretty eyes spill with tears of pleasure. Tears that he caused. See your cute mouth struggle to find words as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body.

Lee knew pretty things like you didn’t last long in knockemstiff, women either raising babies, workin’ the street, or found dead. He wondered what you’d look like as his little housewife. You standing at the door with his meal ready and a baby in your belly, though something about your focus being on a child rubbed him the wrong way. No, Lee knew you were meant for more than the three types of women that this town allowed. No babies, no men ready to pay, and definitely not dead in an unsolved case file.

No, you were meant to be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. Lee may not be a good man but you, one way or another, were gonna be his good girl.

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- “is there a reason you’re blushin’ like that?” Sandy had questioned in an attempt to draw you out of your dreamy haze. - “just hot is all San” you lied. No truth was you found yourself eyeing your coworker and friends older brother. Way older.

Lee often came into the dinner on Thursday, always an hour after closing, but today he was thirty minutes late. You’d felt disappointed thinking he wouldn’t come in tonight until you heard the little ding from the door and his heavy sigh. Immediately you felt relaxed, as if all worry had left as soon as those blue eyes connected with yours.

Yes you’d had a little crush on the older man for reasons you couldn’t understand. Aunt Gill said the law of this town was corrupt and had always wanted you to stay away from the politics surrounding it, always telling you of how those men payed good money and even killed just for a little taste of power. Why would anyone kill for any kinda position in this town? Though even with her warnings you couldn’t look away. What if he was an exception? He rarely ever smiled but he always spoke to you with more respect than any other man and he tipped well too.

You watched as he made his way to his usual spot, you already cutting a piece of his favorite cherry pie. - “ just take Lee his pie and head home, girly. Don’t want ya to be late for Arvin tomorrow” Sandy said with a wink.

Oh. Oh yeah, Arvin. You’d been so consumed with what could possibly have kept Lee busy that you’d completely forgotten about your plans with Arvin tomorrow. He was a sweet boy who’d shown interest in your for a while now and he was actually your age, so when he’d nervously asked you on a date, of course you said yes.

You brushed off your hands onto the apron around your waist as you made your way over to Lee as a nervous quirk.

- “ Evening’ Sheriff. I’m glad you could still make it tonight” you said with a little smile. Genuinely happy to see him.

God that angelic smile almost broke Lee right there. - “ Sorry angel, got held back with a case. Preacher was found shot dead.”

Lee didn’t often tell you the dark things he worked with. He didn’t want to hurt your little heart…but sometimes he found a sick joy in seeing your babydoll eyes widen with fear. Fear of the dark world surrounding you. Lee wouldn’t let that world hurt you, no he did everything in his power to keep that darkness out, with the exception of himself.

- “oh gosh, Sheriff. The pie ain’t good enough for you to come by after something as exhausting as that!”

The pie? Surely you didn’t think he came here every day for the pie you didn’t even make? - “what makes you think i come here for the pie, babydoll?” Lee smirked as he watched your face heat up at his tone.

- “I-I just figured….figured ya know cause Sandy m-makes the pie and ya know…” he watched you mumble as you played with the hem of your uniform. Cute he thought. So fucking cute.

- “no, sweetheart. Gotta make sure my sis is treating my best girl right, don’t i?”

Your swear you heart beat broke some kind of record at his comment. You weren’t sure what to say but you knew you wanted him to continue.

- “ Lee let the girl go home!” His sister shouted as she made her way around the counter. - “you’ve kept her long enough. Y/n, honey you head home now, alright?” Sandy said as she handed you your little bag, almost pushing you out the door.

- “o-oh of course. Good night San. Good night Sheriff!” You called as you made your way out but not without hearing him say a ‘goodnight babydoll’ back.

You found yourself thinking about his comment the whole walk home and even into the night.

His best girl.

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- “you stay away from that girl, Lee.” His sister hissed with a finger pointed in his direction. - “ she’s got a good life ahead of her and she doesn’t need your issues gettin’ In the way.”

- “my issues” he scoffed. “My issue is the fact that rumor says my sister is out there whorin’ around! I don’t need you fuckin’ up this election for me Sandy.” He said standing up obviously pissed at her mentioning you.

- “their just rumors lee…and of course you’d bring that up when we’re talking about you. You’ve been drinkin’ again haven’t you? That why you’re obsessed with this girl?” She pushed.

- “ M’not obsessed. She’s sweet and why can’t I be interested in her? I deserve a life outside of pickin’ up your messes, Sandy!”

Sandy loved her brother. But she knew. She knew of his control issues. She knew of his drives past your little house and that he only showed up to the diner on nights you worked.

- “Well it doesn’t matter what you think you deserve when it comes to her Lee. You know why? Cause shes got a date with that Russell boy tomorrow. So you stay away and let her live free from your bullshit” Sandy snarled as she poked his chest.

Lee saw red. Arvin Russel? She thought he was more fucked up than that kid? Hell he figured the man behind the murder of that shifty preacher was Arvin. Like hell he’d let his angel go on a date with that kid. Lee was sure that kid wouldn’t even know how to please you right. He wouldn’t treat you like a princess and definitely wouldn’t make you cum as hard as he could.

Lee knew his sister and Arvin were just obstacles in his way. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from making you his.

- “ go home lee. It’s way past closing and I’m tired” Sandy mumbled as she pulled at her face.

- “Fine…just keep whatever shit you’re doin’…just keep it down. This rumor is the last thing I need.” He said as he laid down her change.

Lee made his way out to his car, still seething at the thought of his girl going out with someone who wasn’t him. He’d make his usual stop by your house tonight, make sure his angel was okay and safe even if he was slightly frustrated with your stupid decision.

No this is my fault.

If he’d have just claimed you as his already than this wouldn’t have happened. But he needed things to be perfect. He needed to get past this election and get Sandy off his back. Then you’d be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. You’d be his, and only his. You be his perfect good little girl.

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- “Darlin’ here please take my jacket” Arvin pleaded. You were shaking like a leaf and it was killing him. -“ you’ll get sick and I’ll no choice but to nurse you myself”

Arvin taking care of you didn’t sound too bad. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. You’d wanted something simple, so you both had decided on getting some shakes. Well…something simple just wasn’t enough as the two of you had ended up getting lost in conversation. He told you about his mother and father and you told him about your life in the city. - “I don’t think that stigma is true ya know? Of city girls bein’ hard to please. You’re truly the sweetest thing I’ve ever met y/n.”

Hard to please.

- “I think you’re a real sweetheart too, Arvin.” You’d said and meant it. You enjoyed your time with the boy but couldn’t shake off that he was hiding something. He had a harsh life, his father had exposed him to traumatic things early on and with his Sisters passing recently, you bet you’d be a bit standoffish too.

The stars had already made an appearance in the sky, signaling it was time for you to head home to Gill.

- “y/n I was thinkn’…..well I’m askn’ if I could kiss you?” Arvin mumbled as he played with your smaller hands.

Did you want him to kiss you? Did you have romantic feelings for Arvin? There couldn’t be much harm in kissing him, you decided. So without an answer you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him. He tasted nice, like the birthday cake shake he’d had not long ago. He seemed stunned at first, but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His hands slowly rubbed down your arms and you found yourself wanting more.

Though just as the pace picked up, Arvin stiffened.

- “Arvin, honey what’s wrong?” You pulled away, searching his eyes. He was looking behind you, hands tightly gripping your arms.

Confused as to what could possibly cause him to stop, you turned only to see what looked to be trees and an empty cop car. It frustrated you. Why was he being so odd?

- “well….uh..t-thank you for the evening, Arvin. I really enjoyed it.” You mumbled as you pulled away from him. Arvin still continued to stare, as if a ghost had stolen his attention, until it finally allowed him to place his eyes back on you.

- “good night y/n.” He muttered already turning back to head to his truck. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Had you done something wrong? His odd response had caused you to question yourself.

And he wasn’t even willing to drive you home.

You watched his back as he disappeared down the dark street. Willing the tears in your eyes to not make it down your face. Though you must’ve not tried hard enough.

- “asshole” you sobbed. You felt pathetic as you stood in the middle of your empty town. Gill was going to kill him when you explained to her why you came home with tears in your eyes and dirt staining your pretty white heals.

Be a big girl y/n.

You wiped the salty tears on the sleeve of his jacket that you still had on. The realization only made you cry harder. You didn’t even care that you were scuffing the shoes you’d saved up for, as you trudged your way home.

Lost in your pool of self loath, you’d yet to hear the car making its way past you as you neared the edge of the downtown street.

- “Sweetheart? Whatcha doin’ out here so late?“

Oh god.

The sound of his voice only caused you to burst into tears again. Of course your luck would have it were Lee Bodecker saw you as a crying mess right after you had your heart broken.

You’d heard the slam of his door but couldn’t see anything through your cloud of tears. Not until you felt his hands grab your face and gently do his best to rub them away. - “babydoll ima need you to tell me what happen- and who’s jacket is this? He cut himself off with his own question as he harshly pulled the jacket off your arms. You didn’t mind though, as the leather jacket rubbing against your skin only reminded you of the odd encounter you just had.

- “lee..please…” you mumbled as you looked up into his furious blue eyes - “ please just take me home…”

Lee knew he was selfish…but you’d asked him to take you home. You just didn’t know it would be your new home. You would forgive him eventually. He’d have to figure out a way to keep your disappearance quiet, maybe turn it on that fucking Russell kid, but he’d sort that out later.

For now all he needed to do was take his girl home…to her rightful home.

(Read pt two here)

Bunny’s note: WHEEw!! I’m obsessed with Seb’s dark characters 🥵 pt two coming soon 💕

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[babyjakes]

right up nice, where you belong.

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

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

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

word count | 1,235

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[littlelioncub43]

Ok, the other one was wordy, this one will be straightforward.

Lee, cockwarming, punishment (but which one of you is really getting punished here, huh?)

- P!R

Oh we all know Sheriff Daddy Bodecker means for it to be a punishment for you but in reality it's a punishment for him.

"Don't move, ya hear me, girl?" He growls in your ear as his hands wrap around your waist to interlock behind your back. He sighs and relaxes back into the couch, the television set to his favorite station.

You nod with a shiver, your arms slung around his neck, your chest pressed against his while you straddle his thick thighs. The feeling of his ungodly thick girth stretching you out sends pleasurable bolts through you, your pussy was soaking him to his balls. It should be embarrassing, but it's not, it only adds to the throbbing in your cunt.

He presses a kiss to your head every few minutes. It was supposed to be a punishment but he couldnt help but kiss you when you're all cuddled up to him like this. The heat surrounding his dick was starting to drive him crazy, he has to force himself to focus on the Gunsmoke episode playing on the television. Sadly, he can't stop fidgeting.

"A-Ah," you gasp into the crook of his neck when his hips nudge into yours when he wiggles in his seat. Your walls constrict around him on instinct, pulling a stuttered curse from the burly sheriff.

"F-Fuck," he groans and holds you tighter. You catch your breath and fiddle with the collar of his shirt. You're tracing the pattern on his shirt when you suddenly get one of the best ideas you've ever had.

You squeeze your walls around him as hard as you can. Lee practically shouts your name, his eyes shutting tight and his head falls back to rest against the couch cushions. When his eyes open, they're blazing with an angry yet lustful fire.

"Don't you d-dARE—FUCK!" He groans when you do it again and again until he's breathless and clawing at your hips. Lee is quickly losing against your cunning actions, his high creeping up on him with each pulse around him.

"M'not moving, baby, just like you said," you moan in his ear huskily, he whimpers in response before giving you a sharp slap to your ass. "Oh!" You yelp and jolt, your hips grinding against his slightly.

"Fuck, yeah, thats it, rub that sweet cunt on me, Princess," he groans, fully abandoning the punishment in favor of finishing.

"You want me to ride you, baby?" You taunt.

"Mmhmm," he nods and mouths at your neck eagerly, "c'mon, honey, ride me."

"I can't, said I wouldn't move, 'member?" You nip at his ear, smiling when you hear him groan in annoyance.

"Oh, don't be like that, Princess," he whines, but you cut him off with a squeeze, pulling another curse from him lips. "Fuck, keep doing that, don't gotta move, just squeeze my cock with that sweet little cunt a'yours, Princess. Oh fuck that's it, milk me, baby, gonna make me cum."

Lee's hand immediately finds your clit, rubbing rough circles in time with your pulsing. It brings you to the edge embarrassingly quickly. All it takes for you to cum is Lee moaning your name in a shaky voice with that sinful southern accent of his shining through. You tremble in his lap, clutching the crisp expanse of his shirt, your blunt nails scratching his meaty shoulder. Lee follows you over the edge with a fluttery moan, his hands shaking as he holds you in place.

"I don't know if that was more of a punishment for me or for you," Lee laughs breathily in your shoulder while he pets your back.

"Definitely for you," you giggle.

"Sure as hell felt like it."

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[playlistjunkie]

Best Get Ready Playlist by Tyler Childers

3/7/20 - WhiskeyRiff.com - by Wes Langeler

• Housefire - Tyler Childers

• Leaving Lousiana In The Broad Daylight - The Oak Ridge Boys

• Plastic Saddle - Nat Stuckey

• East Indian Princess - Laudon Wainwright III

• Country Squire - Tyler Childers

• Lets Invite Them Over - George Jones

• Don't Feed the Animals - Shooter Jennings

• Things Goin' On - Lynyrd Skynyrd

• Matthew - Tyler Childers

• Ugly Woman - Jerry Reed

• Mama Bake a Pie (Daddy Kill a Chicken) - Tom T. Hall

• Girl On the Billboard -Jim & Jesse

• What I Really Mean - Robert Earl Keen

• Peace of Mind - Tyler Childers

• One Night Stands - Hank Williams Jr.

• Lousiana Man - Buck Owens

• Awful Lot to Learn About Truck Drivin' - Red Simpson

• A Week in County Jail - Tom T. Hall

• Ever Lovin’ Hand - Tyler Childers

• Chick Inspector (That’s Where My Money Goes - Dick Curless

• County Boy - Ricky Skaggs

• All Your'n - Tyler Chillers

• Loser's Cocktail - Dick Curless

• It’s Such a Pretty World Today - Wynn Stewart

• That Just Kills Me - Wynn Stewart

• Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young - Faron Young

• Crazy Arms - Jerry Lee Lewis

• High School Confidential - Jerry Lee Lewis

• Hillbilly Fever - Jerry Lee Lewis

• Settin' the Woods on Fire - Jerry Lee Lewis

• My Home Ain't in the Hall of Fame - J.d. Crowe

• Take Your Shoes Off Moses - Ralph Stanley

• Gemini - Tyler Childers

• Rank Stranger - Ralph Stanlay

• Over the Glory Land - Ralph Stanley

• Amazing Grace - Ralph Stanley

• I'll Answer The Call - Ralph Stanley

• Going Up Home to Live in Green Pastures - Ralph Stanley

• Boogie-John Hartford

• Holding - John Hartford

• Joseph’s Dream - John Hartford

• The Cover of "Rolling Stone" - Dr. Hook

• Welcome To Goose Creek - Goose Creek Symphony

• Whupin It - Goose Creek Symphony

• Creeker - Tyler Childers

• Chicken Train Stomp - The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

• Tarheel Boys - Town Mountain

• Lawdog - Town Mountain

• Up the Ladder - Town Mountain

• Foggy Old London - Jimmy Martin

• Bus Route-Tyler Childers

• Milwaukee Here I Come - Jimmy Martin

• One Loaf Of Bread - Dave Evans

• Harlan County - Jim Ford

• She Turns My Radio On - Jim Ford

• Long Road Ahead - Jim Ford

• Working My Way to LA - Jim Ford

• Under Construction - Jim Ford

• Pinball Blues - Moore & Napier

• Mama's Got The Know How - Doug Kershaw

• Third Rate Romance - The Amazing Rhythm Aces

• Typical American Boy - The Amazing Rhythm Aces

• Countrified - John Sanderson

• Haunted House - John Anderson

• I've Got Me a Woman - John Anderson

• Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox (If I Die) - Joe Diffie

• Don’t Come Home a Drinkin’ - Loretta Lynn

• Gettin’ Happy - Dolly Parton

• Fancy - Bobby Gentry

• Memphis, Tennessee - Bobby Bare

• Wolverton Mountain - Southern Culture on the Skids

• Muswell Hillbilly - Southern Culture on the Skids

• Banana Puddin' - Southern Culture on the Skids

• Put Your Teeth Up on the Window Sill - Southern Culture on the Skids

• Give Me Forty Acres - Jim & Jesse

• Six Days On the Road - Jim & Jesse

• Hole in the Ground - Larry Cordle

• Death Metal in a Minivan - Dinosaur Burps

• Dungeon Map - Dinosaur Burps

• Nap in the Face of Danger - Dinosaur Burps

• Aswdwnwl - Dinosaur Burps

• Orange You Is Peachy - Dinosaur Burps

• Don’t Touch Me - Tammy Wynette

• Fuck You - CeeLo Green

• Don't Pay the Ransom - Nat Stuckey

• 4th Of July / He Stopped Loving Her Today - Shooter Jennings

• Where the Stars and Stripes and the Eagle Fly - Aaron Tippin

• Kiss This - Aaron Tippin

• Tight Fittin' Jeans - Conway Twitty

• Hello Darlin' - Conway Twitty

• Slide Off Of Your Satin Sheets - Johnny Paycheck

• Woman (You Better Love Me) - Johnny Paycheck

• Country John - Allen Toussaint

• Shoot Low, Sheriff! - John Anderson

• Steam Powered Aereo Plane - John Hartford

• O.D.’d in Denver - Hank Williams Jr.

• Fax Me a Beer - Hank Williams Jr.

• She's All I Got - Johnny Paycheck

• Stop the World (and Let Me Off) - Waylon Jennings

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[dreamlessinparis]

Let the Poison Seep Through

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Innocent F!Reader

Word Count: 4571

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker takes an interest in the new girl in town and she lets him treat her to a good old fashion drive-in movie.

Warning: semi public sex, slight dubcon, mean Lee, also charming Lee, loss of virginity, choking, oral sex (f receiving), praise, degradation, daddy kink, handjob, biting, pain, slightly rough sex. manipulations

A/N So this is my submission for @fuckandfluff 2k thot shit challenge! Her and I share a love for Britney so my lyric of choice was from Toxic: With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride/ you’re toxic, I’m slipping under. This lyric inspired my first endeavor with the good Sheriff and dear lord I had a blast. Also a huge shoutout to @sweeterthanthis for letting me torment her with parts of this, for egging me on, and for giving me the idea for a part 2. Thank you love! ❤️

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Sheriff Bodecker had taken a particular interest in you ever since you showed up in his town. A petite curvy thing, with the face of an angel. He watched as you crossed the street, walking right in front of his car in that pretty sundress. Your body was faintly silhouetted by the light passing through the thin fabric.

His eyes followed you until you were out of his line of vision. He could have trailed you, but he knew he’d see you again. It was a small town after all, and new things rarely stayed hidden for long.

He was right, because just a few days after, Lee walked into the diner and was greeted by your cheery face. He introduced himself, his southern drawl thick like molasses, and you stuttered out your reply, turning a bright shade of crimson. Lee felt that blush all the way down to his hardening cock. You were as pure as freshly laid canvas and he was going to walk all over you with paint-covered boots. Muck you right up.

His sweet girl, so innocent, that the first time he took you apart with his tongue, you nearly passed out. He still remembered that first taste of you, so delicious and sweet like apple pie. Since the moment he first saw you he was infatuated, wanting to envelop you like poison, slowly seeping in until you were trapped.

Lee quickly began a constant in your life, showing up at the diner during most of your shifts. Being newly divorced, the Sheriff had a lot of free time on his hands. Despite his charm, he did make you nervous at first, the shy, reserved woman you were but slowly you began to loosen in his presence. He was charismatic, praying on your insecurities and making you feel special and validated.

~

“Another coffee for you, Sheriff?” Your chime-like voice asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yes please, darlin’,” He smiled up at you, and as per usual a blush crept up your neck and you ducked your head. “Oh precious, you ain’t gotta hide from me.”

His finger nudged your chin, making you look at him. His touch was gentle as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded rapidly, leaning over to carefully pour the coffee. Lee watched your motions with great care, drinking you in like a shot of whiskey.

You weren’t completely oblivious to the advances of the Sheriff but despite several warnings from the other townspeople, you just couldn’t see what was so bad about him. He made you nervous, sure, but so did any man who spoke to you. The crippling shyness that enveloped you surfaced any time someone was nice to you, but the Sherriff did his best to pull you out of your shell.

“Anything else I can getcha?” The slight shake of your voice made you cringe inwardly but you kept your smile on your face as you awaited his answer. His returning smile eased your worry, maybe he hadn’t noticed it.

“Yes actually, sugar. Why don’t you accompany me tonight to a movie?”

~

Lee picked you up after work in his police cruiser, still wearing his uniform. He looked quite handsome, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eye, blushing profusely every time you tried.

Instead, you kept yourself occupied, playing with the hem of your sundress, listening to Lee’s fingers drum along the steering wheel. You really didn’t know what came over you, you swore you felt the light tap tap tap of his fingers reverberating in your core.

You took a moment to watch him, his badge glimmered with each passing light, his round soft belly snug against his belt. You yearn to touch him, you know you shouldn’t, but you did. The softness of his lips, his jawline, all looking more drastic in the darkness, more angular, sinister but captivating.

His blue eyes turned to you and you couldn’t look away fast enough, and you heard him chuckle under his breath.

Once you arrived, he pulled into a spot close to the front. Asking you if you wanted anything, you quickly declined and he came back with his Pepsi.

You didn’t even really know what movie you had come to, but you knew you were going to be too nervous to pay much attention. The man with you was far too distracting. Dealing with him in the diner was one thing, but in this same confined space, his presence was more looming, electric. You swallowed nervously trying to find something to break the silence when Lee broke it instead.

“Pretty girl like you, sugar, isn’t pleasuring herself, is she?” Lee’s voice, low and gruff as he asked his question. It hung in the air of the cab of his cruiser, light from the starting movie flickering over his features. You fidgeted in your seat, not wanting to upset him with your answer. Lee had been nothing but kind to you and you liked him happy.

Having people mad at you was a fear of yours, so you began to shake your head, keeping your eyes forward. He clicked his tongue in disapproval and you looked at him fearfully.

“Don’t lie to me, darlin’” He said, grinning sweetly at you. You felt your body relax and quietly admitted “Yes Sheriff, I have.”

“You know that’s wrong, dontcha darlin’?”

“What do you mean Sheriff?” You knew the church frowned upon it but it didn’t stop you from pleasuring yourself from time to time. You didn’t understand what he was getting at though.

“No one should pull that kind of pleasure outta ya but me, little one,” Lee said, his voice low as he leaned closer to you. Arousal pooled between your legs at the implications of his words and you bit your lip.

Your face flushed and you fought your body’s instinct to hide your face. You knew he didn’t like when you did that. Instead, you messed with your hands nervously. Lee’s hand covered yours, halting your actions and you looked up to find him a lot closer than you thought. So close, that if you leaned in, your lips would touch his.

The hungry look in his eye should have frightened you but instead, you felt a tingle between your legs, shifting in your seat to try and make it stop. Lee smirked as he realized his effect on you, moving his hand onto your bare knee, rubbing circles with his thumb. Your breath caught and your eyes shut, as his hand slowly slid beneath the hem of your dress. Your thighs squeezed together automatically and Lee growled.

“What did I just say, little one? Your pleasure comes from me and only me, so this pussy is mine,” The intensity of his voice sent a shiver up your spine and your legs parted as his hand continued caressing higher up.

Lee groaned as his fingers came in contact with your heat, your wetness causing your panties to stick to you like a second skin. You whimpered as he removed his hand, cupping your face instead. “I gotta hear ya say it, darlin’. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, Sheriff” you whispered, nearly keening from the need to have him touch you.

He gripped your jaw and pulled you closer to him. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a light tug. You went forward with the motion, needing to be closer to him. His touch was so intoxicating and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet.

Noticing how you leaned in, he took that incentive to kiss you. His tongue traced along your lip, trying to deepen the kiss. You were thinking too hard about how to kiss properly that you didn’t realize what he was doing.

Lee’s frustration gets the better of him and his hand wrapped around your throat, a little tighter than he should have and you gasped, mouth parting enough for him to slip his tongue in.

His tongue stroked yours as he explored every inch of your mouth and you let him lead you. He tasted of cigarettes and whiskey, but the taste of him saturated your senses and you craved more. Your hand gripped his tie, pulling yourself closer to him, and his hands grabbed you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap.

Exploring under the hem of your skirt again, he palmed your ass, kneading it roughly forcing you to ground down on his erection. A startled moan escaped you, and your head fell back giving him access to your throat. Lee’s lips kissed along the soft skin of your neck and shoulder, biting down harshly along your collarbone making your body jolt.

The kisses brushing along your skin were a new feeling to you altogether and it was making your mind fuzzy. Your brain couldn’t concentrate on anything but his hands, his tongue, his lips, and the hardness pressing against your aching vagina. The feelings were almost too much for your body to handle. He was everywhere, caging you in against the steering wheel, you couldn’t escape him if you tried. Did you really want to? No definitely not.

His fingers hooked under the straps of your dress, slowly lowering them down your arms until it pooled at your waist, your breasts sat bare and ready for him to devour. He licked his lips as he lightly ran a thumb of each nipple, feeling them harden almost instantaneously. The soft globes were the perfect handfuls as he cupped them, squeezing and pushing them together. He let them drop, enjoying the heavy bounce of their descend.

"No bra? Oh little one, you've been waitin’ for daddy to ruin ya haven't ya?" Lee asked and without awaiting an answer, he took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, biting down. Your body arched forward, pushing yourself as close to him as possible. You mewled as he swirled his tongue around your pert nipple, fingers carding through his short hair, scratching at his scalp. His mouth continued to work over the soft mounds and every inch of delicate skin was marked up.

Lee wanted this whole damn town to know that he had you, tasted you, destroyed you. He leaned down further placing kisses on your abdomen, before working his way back up to your lips. You moaned into him, wrapping your arms around him, and crushed yourself against his chest.

Your thighs framed his and your hips were moving of their own accord. Lee sat back lazily watching you as you salaciously ground yourself against him.

Head thrown back, you looked like a goddess before him. A little virginal offering just for his taking. His hands dug into your hips as he urged you on, your knuckles turning white as you gripped his shirt. If you were to tug any harder, you would rip it, but Lee couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, little one, you’re absolutely stunnin’, y’know that? I could lose myself in ya, every damn day.”

You were so close to climaxing from the friction of his cock rubbing on your covered cunt, and his sweet words when Lee moved you off of him and laid you down on the seat beside him. You whined pathetically, making Lee chuckle darkly.

“What do ya want, sugar?” He asked, hands caressing your legs as he threw one of the back of the seat, opening you up before him. “Tell Daddy what ya want, and he’ll give it to ya,”

“Lee-”

“Ah ah ah, what was that darlin?”

“Daddy, please,” You pleaded.

“Please what, little one?”

“Please taste me,” A look of shock passed over Lee’s face and you were afraid you said the wrong thing. Did he not want to taste you? Then again you didn’t know many men who enjoyed pleasuring women. Maybe that was just something you read about in your trashy romance novels.

Lee’s look of shock quickly turned into a raw hunger, a pure feral look that had you dripping in anticipation.

“Taste ya? That’s what my sweet girl wants?” He asked, his thumbs running along the edges of the gusset of your panties. Close but not close enough to where you yearned for him to touch you.

“I-i-i mean if you want to. You don’t have to Daddy. I know it’s not something all men like,” You stammered out, afraid he’d think you were being ridiculous.

“Those men are idiots, sugar. This here,” his thumb glided over the wet spot of your panties, “is the elixir a’ life. I can tell already that once I have a taste of ya, I’m gonna wanna taste you forever.” His voice lowered with each and every word. He slid your panties to the side, mouth watering at the sight of your slick puffy lips.

Leaning in, he nuzzled his nose in the tight curls atop your mound and dragged his nose through your fold, inhaling deeply. A broad lick of his tongue had you reeling, hands searching for something to hold on to. He blew over the area he just licked, his hot breath over the wetness sent a shiver up your spine.

His mouth molded over your lower lips, suckling on you, his tongue swirling. Lee’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he moaned against you. You tasted better than he could have ever dreamed. The sweetest thing, sweeter than the syrup he poured on his pancakes every morning. Lee was never leaving the apex of your thighs if he could help it.

“Darlin’, between these thighs are my new home, cause I’m never fuckin’ leavin’” Lee growled, biting on your curls and tugging lightly. Your back arched and you mewled, wanting more.

He licked a heavy stripe through your folds, once, twice, three times before spearing it as deep in your cunt as he could, nose nudging against your clit with every thrust of his tongue.

Your hips lifted up, trying to get closer to him and Lee’s arms wrapped around your thighs, bracing you in place. His large palm firmed plantly on your abdomen to keep you from rising, leaving you completely at his mercy.

Hands pressed against the back of his head, you grounded your hips into his face, whimpering and mewling helplessly. It was overwhelming how good he felt, your chest heaving in rapid succession, as your whole body was thrust into a world of bliss. The coil snapped suddenly and he greedily lapped up your arousal.

“Oh my - Lee- fuck!” You managed to get out as your body convulsed in pleasure, an earthshattering orgasm rocking you. He held you firm to his face as your hips bucked. The sensation was becoming too much as he moved to encase his lips around your clit. Your bundle of nerves felt too overstimulated, and you were pushing at his forehead trying to get him away from you.

A sharp slap on your thigh halted your actions and you slumped back onto the seat, head resting against the door. Lee’s talented hands reached up to your breasts, roughly playing with them, and tweaking your nipples. His eyes were glued to your face and that eye contact felt so intimate, a warmth blooming in your stomach. Your heart beat harder in your chest as you felt yourself feel something for the man between your legs. A dangerous notion but one you were hurdling down the cliff towards.

Your abdomen tightened again and you were rapidly losing control, everything a blur, vision darkening as you gushed out your arousal. Lee hummed his approval, as he finally detached from you. Slumping back, your eyes felt heavy, you weren’t used to this much bodily strain.

A smug look on his face as he watched your thighs shaking from the orgasms he pulled out of you. His eyes trailed up to your beautiful face, watching him through hooded eyes.

“Oh sugar, I’m not done with ya yet,” Lee smirked, as he pulled your dress down your legs from where it was pooled at your waist, still leaving your panties on but to the side. Grabbing you like a doll, he pulled you back into his lap. You were feeling slightly self-conscious, sitting in his lap fully nude, while he still donned his sheriff’s uniform.

“Lee, maybe we should go somewhere else,” you said shyly, burying your head in his neck, hand toying with his tie. You felt his body rumble against you as he gave a deep belly laugh.

“Is my pretty baby shy now after she came all over my seats and is now drippin’ on my pants?” Lee growled, palming a handful of your ass and kneading it harshly. You keened, enjoying the way he handled you, the noise muffled by his collar.

Nobody treated you like this, Lee didn’t make you feel like you were made of china, that rough handling you would break you. In fact, you were so turned on, that you knew he was right; you were dripping all over his pants. Staining them, leaving your mark, claiming him in a way. You knew after tonight there would be no turning back. Lee was like a drug, one taste and you were hooked.

The rough fabric of his slacks rubbed against your overwrought clit, tingles shooking up your spine from the mixture of pain and pleasure

“Now darlin’ Daddy’s gonna take his cock out and you’re gonna ride him until he tells you to cum,” he said, free hand holding the back of your neck and pulling you up to look at him.

“Daddy, everyone can see us,” you nervously looked around at the cars surrounding you. You had all but forgotten you were at a movie. The soft light of the movie illuminating Lee’s face as he smiled darkly at you.

“So what, little one? You don’t want them to see ya being split in two by Daddy’s cock?”

Your face heated at his words, wanting nothing more than to hide. “What’s wrong sugar? You ashamed of Daddy? Y’know what, I think I’m gonna crack the windows so that everyone can hear how good I treat ya.”

“No Daddy, I’m not ashamed. Just maybe we should lay down,” You pleaded, hands toying with the buttons of his shirt. “It’ll be more private.”

“Darlin’ I wasn’t givin’ ya options, I was givin’ ya instructions. Now unbuckle my pants, while I crank down these windows,” Lee’s tone left no room for argument so as he leaned towards the passenger door, your hands nervously worked on his belt, then the zipper. “Take me out, puddin’. Get acquainted.”

Following his instructions, you slid your hand in his briefs, pulling up his shirt so you could pull out his cock. There wasn’t much room to maneuver with the steering wheel digging into your back but you managed, his length plopped against the softness of your belly as you freed him. Wrapping your hand around it, or trying to because his girth was wider than the span of your fingers, you twisted your wrist, pumping him slowly.

A throaty groan fueled you into quickening your speed. Lee had finished with the passenger window and was now working on the driver’s side. His actions taking longer on this side, with the pauses he kept taking to enjoy the feeling of your tiny hand wrapped around him.

Breathy moans came from his lips as his head fell back, mouth agape, his left hand fumbling with the crank. Giving up, he grabbed ahold of your wrist, stopping you. Confused, you gazed up at him.

“Did I do something wrong Daddy?” You pouted, enjoying the velvety feel of him in your hands, the way the veins protruded the thin flesh. Your thumb ran lightly over the tip, collecting the salty drops before sucking it off.

You moaned as his taste erupted on your tastebuds. Lee almost came at the sight before him. His sweet girl was turning out to be quite the nymph. He needed to be inside you and fast before you unraveled him by touch alone.

“No darlin’ you’re perfect. Too perfect and daddy wants to come in you, not on you,” Lee kissed you sweetly, as he lifted you up. Hand on the base of his cock he ran the blunt tip through your folds coating himself. Little jolts came with every tap to your clit, he positioned himself at your eager hole. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed in, the burn of the stretch was more than you expected.

Gritting your teeth, you tried to concentrate on anything but the pain. It truly did feel like you were being torn in two. Your head lolled to the side, trying to distract yourself and you noticed just how much he had cracked the windows. You were going to have to keep quiet otherwise the whole drive-in was going to hear you.

Lee wasn’t a patient man, in any aspect of his life, especially not during sex and especially when a pussy felt this good and tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He almost felt like his cock was being choked, as he tunneled in slowly.

His body couldn’t handle slow for too long, as his hips snapped up, bottoming in you much sooner than he intended. You let out a loud wail, the sudden motion rendering you speechless. Your eyes filled, a few tears escaping and you slumped forward in his arms, forehead resting on his shoulder. Lee almost felt bad for causing you pain, staying perfectly still in you despite the way you were fluttering around him. He rubbed your back soothingly as you sniffled.

“I know, sugar. I know it hurts.” Lee whispered in your ear, “Dontcha worry, once Daddy starts to move, it’s gonna be so good.” You shook your head rapidly and looked up at him with glassy eyes.

Lee’s cock twitched at the sight of your pretty face streaked with tears, he couldn’t wait to make you cry again, but right now he had to focus on the problem at hand. If not, soon he was gonna bust inside you without satisfying you. Lee was a selfish man but no woman ever walked away from him unsatisfied.

“No, please it hurts too much. Moving will make it worse,” you pouted, your bottom lip puckered out so far, he leaned in to bite it. His teeth sank into the pillowy skin and you whined against his mouth. He tugged on it hard before releasing it, making you wince.

Lee was getting real tired of acting like a good guy. His patience was running thin. He was already balls deep in you; fuck what you felt, he needed his dick taken care of.

“You’re gonna take Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are,” Lee spat, taking a hold of your hips and pulled you up before slamming you back down. The harsh motion rippled a wave of pain through you, a wordless scream fell from your lips. Lee’s hips began thrusting upward at a brutal pace and despite the pleasure taking over, you had a knot in your stomach from his flip in character.

Your thoughts lost track as his lips trailed open mouthed kisses down your decolletage, capturing a nipple. His tongue lathed the bud until it hardened again. He released it with a pop, and licked his way to the other one.

Breathy moans accompanied by random curses, and his name filled the car, increasing in volume as Lee’s fingers dug into your hips. His grip was so tight, you were sure you'd have bruises tomorrow. His hips kept going at the same pace, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each motion.

You couldn’t help the noises coming from you, some of them almost inhumane. It felt so good, his wide girth dragging along your silky walls. He was stroking places in you that you didn’t know existed. He was so deep in you that every thrust felt like it knocked the breath out of you. Your slick made it easier for him to move and the inviting warmth of your clenching cunt, had Lee nearly feral.

You held on to Lee’s shoulders as he fucked up into you, his thrusts completely merciless and sloppy as he felt his climax approaching. Growling into your neck, his thumb reached to where your bodies met and began massaging rough circles on your clit. You were gonna cum first, he would make sure of that. His dick deserved to be milked by your cunt, after the hoops he had to hop through. He needed to feel you clenching around him.

The combination of his thrusts and his thumb were enough for you to reach your orgasm; a body arching, hand clawing, guttural screaming orgasm. So good that you swear you saw stars. You began to chant his name as he continued to fuck you through your climax. The vice grip of your cunt milking him sent him tumbling over the edge after you. A flood of warmth filled you as his cum stuffed you full.

The pair of you sat for a moment, tangled in each other. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Lee had other plans though, lifting you off his softening dick. He smugly watched a mixture of his cum and your blood leaking out of you and used his fingers to push it back in, sliding your underwear to cover you.

"Best get dressed, the movie's almost over," he said as he moved you off him. A little shell-shocked and confused, you stared at him. His tone no longer filled with any warmth.

"Sherriff?" You asked, your voice slightly trembling.

"Hmm?" He voiced, not making eye contact as he tucked himself into his pants.

"Could you hand me some napkins? They're in the glove compartment."

With shaky hands you pulled out some napkins, handing them over. He never looked at you once. Face hot, your eyes began to water. You had never felt so used and discarded before in your life. Quickly slipping your dress on, you got out of the car, hoping he'd say something, stop you. Lee never even looked up.

You didn't want to spend another minute in that car with him. Ignoring the glances from the cars surrounding his cruiser, you began your trek home.

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It's about a week later when your paths crossed again. You had done your best to avoid him, switching tables whenever he was in your section, keeping to yourself to avoid gossip. You were making your way home, when he drove up beside you, slowing down to keep pace with you.

“Need a ride darlin’?” He asked through the cracked window. “Or should I say another ride?”

Shaking your head, you ignored him, never slowing your stride.

“Aw sugar, don’t be like that! It was all in good fun, wasn’t it?”

“Sheriff, please kindly fuck off,” you managed to get out, voice strong as you leaned in the open window. “A ride from you is the last thing I ever want again.”

With that, you squared your shoulders and walked away, leaving the Sheriff dumbstruck in his car. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, no one ever said no to him. Lee watched you intently as you walked away, vowing that he would break you down again. No doubt about that.

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#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #fanfiction #dark lee bodecker

[sweeterthanthis]

Lee Bodecker x Pregnant!Female Reader

@jack-skellingtons-stuff, you pretty much gave me free rein here, and I just ran with it. I saw ‘sensitive nipples’ and this just wouldn’t go away. I hope you like it!

Prompts for this one were: overstimulation, ‘I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive’, and ‘We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?’ I adjusted these slightly to fit the story, and Lee’s strong, southern drawl. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, very mild daddy kink, overstimulation, mild lactation kink, fingering, vaginal sex. 18+.

Word Count: 1.2k

He was insatiable, hands barely ever off you since your belly had started to swell. Your breasts were swollen, his attention solely focused on your blossoming curves for weeks now, soft praises and sweet nothings whispered into your ear at any given opportunity.

Your pregnancy had well and truly turned Lee soft, and you couldn’t get enough of his affections.

“God darlin’, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He crooned, his stubbled cheek grazing against the column of your throat as his fingertips danced across your aching nipples, you areolas darker now. “Never seen anythin’ as perfect as you like this.”

He’d woken you from your slumber, his tongue hot against the flesh of your inner thigh, cunt already leaking with the evidence of your prominent arousal. You’d been constantly throbbing for his touch lately, your hormones a mess, thighs clenching in desperate need each time you got a whiff of his strong cologne.

“I missed you, Lee.” You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck as he pressed his hardening bulge against your naked core.

“I know, darlin’. If I could spend all day between these legs, you can be goddamn sure I would.” His tongue lathed across your nipple, teeth ever so gently tugging at your tender flesh, back arching up against him. “I had no idea your nipples would be so sensitive, sweetheart.”

You could only mewl pathetically, remnants of a strangled sob escaping your throat when his mouth encased your peaked bud, a tingling feeling rising to the surface of your breast.

“Fuck, I can’t wait ‘ta knock you up again. Gonna have a whole damn football team runnin’ round here.”

Your legs hooked around his waist, fingers raking through the soft, short hair at the nape of his neck. Your appetite for him increased tenfold with every day that passed, pussy crying out for attention as you tried to rut up against the outline of his erection through his trousers.

Lee sat back on his knees, his soft belly straining against the confines of his sheriffs shirt, palms gliding up your inner thighs and parting them wide. You watched as his tongue swept the length of his bottom lip, that devious glint that you’d come to love so much ever-present in his striking blue eyes.

“Look at that pretty cunt, all wet and waiting for me, huh?” Slipping one thick finger between your folds, teasing your swollen entrance, and grunting appreciatively at the sight of you winding your hips down against his hand, he slipped in another. “Want me to stuff you full, darlin’? All round and perfect with my child, cunt full of my cock?”

“Please, fuck, please Lee.” You cried, face pressed into the pillow beside you, teeth clenched together in anticipation while he stroked your fluttering walls, his knuckles dragging against you causing you to shudder in delight. “Need you inside me, been too long.”

“Too long? Sweetheart, I fucked you good just this mornin’. You that desperate already?” He chuckled then, sitting back and ridding himself of his clothes, your body writhing around on the sheets beneath him. “Damn it, you know I can’t say no to you, my little dove.”

His cock pierced into you with one firm thrust, your sensitive cunt clamping down around his thick girth, clit throbbing as he ground his pelvis against yours. The breath was punched from your lungs with each languid, slow roll of his hips, your legs quivering around his soft waist almost instantly.

“Shit, your so fuckin’ needy like this.” Lee purred, resting one arm beside your head as his lips and tongue continue their sweet assault on your breasts, rolling one nipple around in his fingertips and turning the flesh a pretty shade of purple. “I wanna try somethin’ darlin, you trust me?”

He didn’t even need to ask, and the man you’d met all those months ago never would have, but you nodded your permission anyway, certain that you’d be agreeable to almost anything he suggested while his cock dragged against the walls of your cunt.

“Fuck, there it is…”

Curiosity got the better of you, your gaze travelling to his swollen lips, little beads of colostrum leaking from your pebbled buds as he kneaded them firmly between his fingers simultaneously. Your mouth hung open in awe, unable to tear your eyes away as he lapped at the milky liquid, his eyes closing in satisfaction as the taste of you hit his tongue.

“I always wondered…” he murmured, teeth tugging at your teat, hips snapping forward causing your breasts to bounce, your first release hitting you like a subtle wave, soft cries echoing throughout the room as your fingernails scraped across his back. “Fuck, you taste so good. Got that sweet pussy cummin’ on my cock already, so fuckin’ tight and warm.”

Lee sat back, looking down between the two of you, enthralled at the sight of your cunt swallowing him whole, his hands dipping beneath your nightdress and caressing your rounded belly.

He had you climaxing again in no time, the crown of his cock nudging torturously against that soft spot inside of you, your fingers gripping your hair at the scalp, wailing out and bucking your hips up to meet him. You couldn’t get enough, yet it was too much.

You weren’t sure where one orgasm ended, and another began, his filthy grunts of encouragement sending shivers up your spine, your toes cramping from curling them so vigorously.

“Can you handle it, darlin’? Can you take anotha one? C’mon baby, give daddy anotha one.”

His fingers found your clit, pinching and rolling it between his calloused fingers, your feet pressed firmly against his chest for leverage as he fucked into you, pulling release after release from your body, your thighs soaked with sweat and the fruits of his labour.

“I can’t, feels so good, but I can’t…” your pleas spurred him on, his pace slowing, but the force of his thrusts merciless. Flesh slapped against flesh, his teeth grazing your calf, biting down against your skin.

“I know you can, darlin’. C’mon.” His words were emphasised with each snap of his hips. “Give. It. To. Me.”

You’d shatter around him, crumpling like a wilting flower in his hold, cunt spilling out, soaking his cock, sloppy sounds rattling in your ears as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed.

Lee fell into you then, his lips peppering soft kisses across your chest, up the column of your throat and finally your panting mouth. He smiled against your lips, his breath tickling your tongue as he placed one final peck to the tip of your nose.

“Fuck, darlin’. I love you.” He sat up then, your body still riding out the aftershocks of your final release, twitching on top of the bedcovers while he stood, wiping at his thighs with a discarded towel from the bedroom floor.

You found yourself admiring the curve of his stomach, his strong thighs, the way his cock glistened with a mixture of your fluids, and you felt that all-consuming lust rise inside you once again.

“We’ve been fuckin’ like rabbits, how are you still so riled up?” Your bottom lip trapped firmly between your teeth, eyes hooded and full of desire, you whined. “You keep nibblin’ on that pretty lip of yours, lookin’ at me like that, we’re goin’ again.”

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Lee Bodecker Masterlist

Series

I Walk The Line - Daddy!Lee x Babyboy

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Ao3

Suga’Bearverse - Sub/Little!Lee x Mommy!Reader

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Ao3

Into The Woods - Orc!Lee x Reader

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Ao3

One Shots / Asks / Drabbles

The Pull - Lee Sandwich Soulmates Prompt

Settle Me Down

Stay

Trucker!Orc!Lee x Lot Lizard!Reader

Best Show in Town

Bad Moon Rising

Give me a hand to hold and skin to taste

Nothing But The Water

Innocent Reader - blow job

Innoncent Reader - masturbation

Fucking in the backseat of the cruiser

Pepsi Cup recreate

Fucking on the hood of the cruiser

Sugar Daddy!Lee Bodecker thots

Neighbors who are fucking

Vampire!Lee x Slayer!Reader

Arlene Russell/Reader Rewrite

Ice Cream Sundae

Summer Lovin’

Hate fucking

New Years Eve with Lee

Lee HC’s - Adopts Dogs

More Lee and puppies

Dibs @gotnofucks​ and Sloth create a FERAL Sheriff - Avengers crossover

Last time the sheriff saw you, you were a kid, but now you were all woman

you get pulled over on your way home one night

big tiddie committee

How does our Sheriff Daddy want to rail you?

dat ass

Made Up Fic Titles - Ready to Sin

Made Up Fic Titles - Big Ole Bed

Made Up Fic Titles - The Devil On My Back

Made Up Fic Title - The Dance of The Shadows and The Moonlight

Character Analysis - Would a Nice Girl Help Our Sheriff Daddy?

Made Up Fic Titles -  Lee Bodecker and His Big Fat Cock

Made Up Fic Title - Lee Bodecker x Reader - Breaking The Law

Body Shots

Alpha!Lee Bodecker x Omega Reader - Lee finds you in the woods

Daddy!Lee x Babyboy - @foxgloveprincess​​ and I have lil lovin’ sesh jealousy, branding, breeding, and beards

road head thot

Reader gets taken hostage by some baddies

black mailing sheriff daddy - Secrets

The Sheriff Will See You Now

You get arrested and Lee bails you out

you’re a female deputy

sloppy bjs

Protective!Lee Bodecker x Reader - Hardware Trouble

relaxing with Lee

Blackout

Rainy Night in Meade

wedding night/day

Lee Bodecker x Reader x Lucas Lee - Making a Lee Sandwich

caring Lee

Daddy!Lee comforts his baby

secret pinup secretary

Modern Lingerie

Plus Size Reader - Body worship

Honey Buns

Lee Bodecker with cats

Southern Comfort

touch starved!Lee

Praise Kink

Beauty Queen 1

Beauty Queen 2

Lee wears your Panties 1

Lee wears your panties 2

a new ending for TDATT

Nurse imagine

Ancient God Lee

Single Dad Lee

Lee’s first father’s day

Judge and Jury

Butter Her Buns

beach holiday

shy neighbor reader in the church bathroom

Lee Bodecker x Reader x Lucas Lee - kidnapped

Heart on My Hip

Busted Tailight

Platter Party

Yandere Prompt - I’m The Law Around Here

Yandere Prompt - Home Sweet Home

Yandere Prompt - That Dress

body conscious lee

teasing alpha!lee

Lee kidnaps you and you’re cool with it

Kissing Prompts - Goodbye

Soulmate AU Prompt - Lost in the Woods

Need All Of You 

All That Glitters

Captain, My Captain

#a sloth writes #lee bodecker #lee bodecker masterlist #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x ofc #daddy!lee bodecker x babyboy #lee bodecker x oc

[mickeyhenrysgf]

Same Old Mistakes

Summary: Lee Bodecker is jealous of your new relationship with Arvin Russell

Pairings: Modern Day! Arvin Russell x reader, Modern Day! Lee Bodecker x reader

Warnings: manipulation, age gap (reader is in college 20), cheating , dub con, unprotected sex, degrading language, dark themes, please don’t read if you’re not 18+ or these warnings make you uncomfortable.

Author’s note: this is kind of a sequel to my other one shot Party Favors from my old account. You don’t really have to read it though to understand. Anyways, someone commented the reader should fuck Arvin & well I put my own twist on it because I love Lee way too much.

It’s been a month since Sheriff Bodecker was called to stop your party. You wished you could erase the memories from the night. Lee always had a soft spot for you but you took his kindness for granted.

In exchange for not getting turned in for your noise complaint, you had to get on your knees for the Sheriff. To think the sheriff would even care about you or even your pleasures was a silly idea. He cares about one thing and one thing only. Controlling everyone in the town. But, that was a month ago. You stayed clear from misconduct, you didn’t want to see his face ever again.

Now, you were somewhat happy. You were finally interested in someone around your age. His name was Arvin Russell. Everyday after class, he waited for you in his old beat up truck. Arvin didn’t go to college but you didn’t mind. He had small jobs here and there where he would even save some of his money to buy you small things. It was his way of showing that he really liked you. Maybe, you could see yourself falling for him...

“Got your s’ favorite” Arvin announced in his Southern accent that you loved. He had a cheeky smile as he took out a sandwich from his metal lunchbox. A new meal was always waiting for you after class.

You smiled brightly, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Arvin pouted softly as he pointed to his lips and you chuckled giving him a kiss on the lips which he rightly deserved.

“You’re the best, Arvin!” you pressed another kiss to his nose. A tint of red started to cover his ears. He truly was one of the sweetest boys you met in town. You cherished it.

But, he wasn’t just sweet. He also knew how to woo a girl in bed...

“Holy fuck—!” You moaned, your eyes rolled back as Arvin pounded into you. The headboard colliding with the wall with every thrust. Arvin had a smirk plastered on his face. This was his favorite thing to do. Pleasure you.

“atta girl... doing so good for me...” he mumbled against your lips, his thumb swiping against your clit as his hips rutted into you. He grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulders creating a even more pleasurable experience.

“You close, my pretty girl—? Gunna cum for me, yeah?” Your hands pulled onto his locks and your mouth widened without a sound signaling your release as Arvin grunted heavily. With a few more thrusts, he emptied himself in the condom and pulled out of you, collapsing onto the bed. The condom thrown into the nearby trash can.

He pulled your sweaty body onto his, he watched as you panted against his chest. His heart swelled from the effect you had on him.

“I want you to be my girl for real...” he finally whispered softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. You looked up at him.

“Like— your girlfriend?”

“Mmhm—“ he mumbled and you smiled brightly, leaning forward and kissing him deeply.

As Lee Bodecker parked his car at the gas station, he saw a couple in a car not too far from where he was. The two shadows talked for a moment before they kissed each other on the nose. He couldn’t quite make out who they were but he figured it was young love. He rolled his eyes, until he noticed something. His eyes squinted and he moved his seat up, until his belly pressed against the wheel. It was you.

“Here, get yourself something. We still got a few hours left.” Arvin insisted handing you money.

“Baby... I can buy it on my own, it’s fine” you protested pushing his hand away slightly. He shook his head.

“Please. I don’t mind... how about you order us two hot sandwiches, so then you don’t feel so bad” you sighed heavily, looking down at the money in his hand.

“Fine but this is the last time, babe.”

Arvin hushed you softly, settling the money in your palm. He kissed the bridge of your nose and then your lips. The act itself warming you from within.

“I gotta pump the gas and fill the tires which is going take a while. See you in 15. Now go on.” You nodded and settled out of the car, walking into the convenient store.

You looked around the store. Arvin did say you would be on the road for some time. Everything looked good but you really didn’t want to waste all of his money. As you continued to look, the store doorbell rung signaling a new costumer had arrived.

Lee Bodecker walked into the store with a new sense of confidence. The girl who had been ignoring him for weeks had finally crossed paths with him again. He tilted his hat at the store manager before he walked towards you.

He found himself sliding into the same aisle where you were in. You were two busy bending down and looking at different flavors of chips to notice his presence behind you. His eyes roamed your backside and he bit his lip at the curve of your ass. If only he could push himself right against it.

You turned around to head into the next aisle but you collided into a taller figure. The chips in your hand fell onto the ground. You quickly scrambled to pick them up but a hand stopped you.

“No need Y/N... the pleasure is mine” you could recognize the accent from miles away.

Your heart practically stopped as you stood up to meet eyes with Lee who casually winked at you. That was the problem with the sheriff. He sweet talked you, then used you, and then did it all over again.

“I haven’t seen you in forever. Seems like you are doing everything in your power to not get into trouble...” he chuckled darkly, his eyes stayed on yours.

“Uh- yeah. I guess you can say that. Trouble is just not my thing anymore” you shrugged, looking around the store trying your best to ignore him.

Other customers continued to shop. They didn’t mind the presence of the sheriff.

“I bet.” Lee continued.

“You know... we never talked about that night between us.” You stopped in your tracks as Lee said those words. Memories from a month ago rushing back.

“Shit, you move on quick. Already sucking another man’s cock, huh?” He bended slightly to whisper in your ear just enough for you to hear. His lips grazed against your ear ever so slightly which made you shudder.

You quickly stepped away from him. Your relationship with Arvin was fairly new. He couldn’t have possibly known.

“What are you talking about?!”

“I saw you and Arvin in the car just now” He placed his hands on his hips.

“Congratulations... but he’s uh- a handful” Lee joked, his jaw clenching. You turned on your heel but Lee grabbed your arm tightly. Almost to the point of a potential bruise.

“Lee, stop. You’re hurting me...” you sneered through your teeth. He looked around the store before he grabbed you to the back and pulled you into the store’s bathroom, quickly locking the two of you in there.

“Lee-! You can’t just-! I have to go to back to Arvin!” You pushed his slightly protruding belly, trying to make your way to the door but he pulled you back.

“First off, it’s sheriff to you now. And second of all you don’t leave until I’m done talking to you. Or we can have a repeat from the party. You hear me?” He threatened, his eyes much darker from when he first greeted you.

You gulped lightly, throwing your hands to the side. Protesting wouldn’t get you anywhere. Just let him talk and you’ll be within Arvin’s arms in a few.

“Did you tell him about us?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“What? No. Why would I do that?” Lee laughed softly, taking off his sheriff’s hat and running his fingers through his hands.

There was nothing to tell Arvin. But, Lee thought otherwise. He pushed you back against the wall, as you stared up at him.

“Because if I was him, I would want to know that my girl goes around sucking the sheriff’s dick and then begs him to fuck her”

“T-that was one time... and it was the p-past...” his words hit you one after the other. He was shaming you for an act he manipulated you into doing. Tears started to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

You were a good person. You deserved Arvin. Lee just loved playing the role of the knight in shining armor who pretended to fix your bad behavior every single time.

“Just the past” he repeated with an uncertainty in his voice. His thumb pressed against your lips like old times but you turned your head.

He rolled his eyes at your actions.

“You were such a bad girl. But, who always left you off with a warning? Hmmm? Any other sheriff would have thrown you in the back of the cop car, while you wait for mommy and daddy to pick you up!”

His hands roamed your body as he continued to speak.

“You avoided me for a whole month because you knew you wanted me and you were afraid” he sighed heavily, glaring at you.

Maybe. He was right. But you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Not yet at least.

“Arvin... really, Y/N?” Lee sighed, pushing away from you in disbelief.

“I like him, Sheriff. He’s a good person. He treats me right. He actually likes me and takes care of me!” You pleaded as your eyes followed him as he paced along the small bathroom.

A tear slipped against your cheek. The doorknob was so close, you could make a run if you were fast enough.

“Do you love him?” He questioned, a hint of jealousy present in his tone.

“I-I don’t know...” Lee turned around and placed himself back on you.

“I can make you feel so much better than he can...” his nose pressed against your neck, as his hands grabbed your waist.

The attraction you had for Lee was still here. It almost made you feel sick inside. If he really cared for you, he wouldn’t do this. But, his words were messing with you. A voice in your head even tried to convince you to listen to him.

“Y/N, let me show what I should have done on the night of the Halloween party” his lips ghosted over yours and pressed onto you softly. He deepened the kiss and you allowed it at first.

Lee Bodecker was finally kissing you. Something you craved for the longest. But, it felt wrong. You struggled and pushed him away.

“Stop—!” You were out of breath as you took a beeline towards the door but Lee grabbed your hair and yanked you back.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” He barked, and you winced in pain at his grip. When he heard your whine, he reluctantly let go but kept his arm around your body.

“I’m in a r-relationship, sheriff!” You stammered, scared to even look him in the eyes. Lee tilted your chin up, his eyes now softer. He had to think of his next actions carefully.

He was playing his favorite game on you.

“God, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I got carried away” his arms cradled you in his embrace. His lips kissed your temple. His manners switched instantly. He knew playing the role of the bad wolf wouldn’t win you over.

“I care for you so much, darlin’ and Arvin... he’s not the one for you. He’s done a lot of bad things” Lee said softly, his thumb wiped your tears and cupped your face. If you were going to believe anything, you’d believe Lee & his job.

You raised an eyebrow. Arvin never expressed his wrongdoings. Yeah, he beat up a few bullies from school but they deserved it. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so uncomfortable in Lee’s embrace. Lee noticed this as your posture softened.

This was his chance.

“Really? Like what?”

“Oh, darlin’ if I tell ya— you’ll be scared of the poor boy. I don’t want that.” He informed, his lips pressed against your forehead again.

He was reeling you in with every word. This time you actually felt butterflies in your stomach.

If Arvin was a bad man, as the sheriff explained, then maybe Lee was actually protecting you.

“Please, sheriff... Please, tell me—” His eyes widened at your pleas. Something in him awakened. His cock stirred in his pants, a hard on soon to form. You sounded like an angel to him. He wished you would beg some more.

“You really wanna know—“ he teased, his hands falling to your sides, down your back, and right before your ass. You nodded, pushing into him some more. He bit his lip, his cock straining against his trousers.

“Well, he’s good with his Luger pistol, I’ll tell you that—“ he half joked. Lee tested the waters and suddenly put his hands on your ass. To his surprise, you didn’t move away. It’s not like you didn’t feel his hands either. You were just too busy, caught up in wanting to know more. But, it also did feel good, which you didn’t dare to admit.

He wanted to just bend you over the bathroom sink and have his way already. Just a few more lines and he’d be there.

“Remember that pastor in town who passed away a while ago—“

You nodded recollecting the only town’s gossip. You never went to church, but you remembered hearing the death on the television. It was one of the only major events that happened in Knockemstiff. Lee’s hands squeezed your ass softly and then wandered up your shirt.

“W-what does the pastor have to with a-anything?” You mumbled, holding in your moans at Lee’s actions. His hands cupped your covered breasts and began to grope them. In one swift movement, your bra was off and Lee was pinching your nipples. You gasped, arching yourself towards him.

“Shhh... getting to the best part. Just listen.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses against your neck and you finally moaned. Victory. Lee even started to get carried away and grinded against you.

You knew how wrong this was. It was overwhelming. If Arvin ever found out what was taking place, he’d leave you. This had to stay a secret.

“You’re taking too long!” you whined, feeling the sheriff’s hands and body engulf you. Although it was turning you on, you had to get back to Arvin.

“What did I just say? Don’t rush me” he bellowed, as he shoved two fingers in your mouth. The feeling wasn’t unfamiliar. He’s done this before at the night of the party. You played along with him and swirled your tongue around his digits.

You just needed to know what Arvin did. You had to see if he was worth it. But, you were surely testing Lee’s patience. He needed your pussy now.

“Turns out your precious boyfriend was a part of the murder...” he popped his fingers out your mouth, already undoing your jeans and pushing them down. He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed your clit with his soaked fingers. You bit your lip, throwing your head back and Lee chuckled at your body’s response. He turned your body around, the two of you now looking into the mirror.

“What?”

“Your little boyfriend killed the pastor.” Lee’s eyes studied yours as they widened through mirror. He nodded, moving your hair away from your neck. His fingers danced against the skin, goosebumps forming.

“T-that can’t be true-“ you murmured, as Lee began to place sloppy wet kisses over your exposed skin.

Arvin Russell was a good man. If he killed someone, there had to be a good reason.

One thing Lee was good at was creating his own version of the truth.

Your thoughts were clouded from Lee’s actions. It was all too much, but you couldn’t push away from Lee even if you wanted to.

“Well, start believing darlin’— you need a real man. Someone who is gunna take care of ya— That boy just gunna mess with your damn head...” The next thing you heard was the sound of the sheriff’s belt being unbuckled and his pants dropping. You sucked in a breath, already knowing what would happen next. There was no need to turn around.

“You’re not gunna run away now, are you?” He teased, as his cock ran through your folds, collecting your wetness. You gasped lightly biting down on your lip, shaking your head.

“That’s a good girl. Now, hold on, sheriff’s gunna make you feel real good.” He smirked motioning you to hold onto the sink as he slowly entered you. Your hands tightened around the sink as you moaned at how thick he was.

“Fuck!” You both announced as Lee fully bottomed out holding onto your hips. His thrusts quickly falling into a steady pace, as he pulled your hair back.

“So tight and wet-! Whose this pussy belong to huh?” His hand fell onto your right cheek, and then your left, until it made a type of red shade. It was the right amount of pain and pleasure.

You wanted to say his name but your mind kept drifting to Arvin. He was probably worried sick. 15 minutes definitely had already passed.

Lee scoffed as if he somehow could read your thoughts. His thrusts became deeper and rougher, his hand wrapping around your throat.

“I asked you a fuckin’ question!” Lee spat, his voice was deeper, almost animalistic.

“My cock is in this dirty cunt—! Not him!” Before you could reply he slapped your ass with a stronger force.

“It belongs to you!” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes. He groaned, his lips sucking and licking against your neck. He was close but he wanted you to cum with him. His fingers once again giving your clit attention which was a little too harsh.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, slowly but surely the only one on your mind was Lee and how good his cock felt around you.

“God, I’m going to make you my little whore. Your pretty face and cunt stuffed with my cock whenever I like, say yes” He grunted, his fingers digging into your hips and to his surprise you wiggled your ass against him. Even clenched around him. You were too lost in the ecstasy. He’s got you now.

“Yes—! Yes, I’ll be your whore!” you practically begged, humiliated by your words but it felt too good.

“Going to fill this cunt up now— and tomorrow and the day after that. You’ll love it.“ he grunted through his teeth.

“Please—!” You moaned, the only sounds consisted of heavy panting and his cock pounding in and out of you. The mirror already fogged.

“Cum with me!” He groaned, his final thrust helping you reach your orgasm. Moments later, Lee was stilling inside you and painting your walls which felt like forever, some of his cum seeping down your thighs.

He leaned over and wiped down the mirror. Your appearance was much messier from when you got there. Tear stained cheeks, make up ruined, & messy hair. You looked horrible but to Lee you looked like a doll. The sight already making his cock hard again.

He turned you around and lifted you up on the sink. “Mine” he observed, the coldness from the sink made you wince. Lee propped your mouth open and spat inside.

“Swallow.” And you gladly did as he pulled you into a forceful kiss, teeth and tongue clashing. His hands played with your breasts as the two of you moaned in pleasure.

He officially ruined you... and claimed you.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked one final time as he broke the sloppy kiss, saliva disconnecting from yours and his mouth.

“You... sheriff.” He nodded proudly, grabbing his boxers and trousers from the floor, and dressed himself. He picked up your panties and stuffed them into his pocket. You began to protest but he hushed you.

“You’ll get these back after you leave him... Don’t keep me waiting, honey.” Lee announced sternly, kissing you again and then leaving you alone in the bathroom.

Your propped yourself off the sink, your legs shakily going over to grab your jeans to put them on quickly. You splashed some water on your face but it didn’t change anything. Your hair covered your new forming hickies but it couldn’t take away your post sex look.

You nervously opened the bathroom door and walked back into the main area of the store. The store was quiet and the sheriff was already gone.

“Baby—! There you are—“ Arvin’s voice startled you from behind as he hurried over to you and pulled you into his arms. His hands cupping your face. “What happened?” He questioned, concern written all over his face.

“I was in the bathroom I-uh- have a really bad stomach ache. I don’t know. It came out of nowhere...” you mumbled, holding onto your stomach. Somehow trying to convince him that was the reason for your horrible appearance. He signed in relief, rocking your body back and forth.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home...”

Arvin was oblivious. Maybe, he was too in love and just believed anything that came out of your mouth. You were thankful for that. His hands interlaced with yours, as you both walked out the store, a limp in your step.

The sheriff’s car was parked in the front just like he said he would. He told you in the bathroom he would wait for you.

Most importantly, To leave Arvin.

The two of you locked eyes. The sight in front of him filled him up with jealousy. He saw the way you were limping. Proudly, caused by him. But here you were laced hand in hand with Arvin.

If you weren’t going to leave him, then Lee would take matters into his own hands. The sheriff stepped out his car, stopping you & Arvin. His hands on his hips as he tilted his hat up.

“Something wrong, Sheriff?” Arvin asked, holding you close.

“Just need to have a few words with Miss Y/N at my office. Something about her family came up. Won’t be too long and nothing for you to worry about. I’ll take her home to you— later” he drawled out the last words, his eyes filled with anger and his jaw clenched, you were in for it.

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Can’t Get Enough Part 2

Hi friends! What do we think of Billie and Lee? How will Lee keep Billie? Only time will tell *evil laugh*. 

Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?

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Billie awoke the next morning nervous. Not nervous that she was going to be pregnant, she may have been a small town girl but she wasn’t stupid. No, she was nervous because she knew she had crossed a line the night before. It was something she had dreamed of doing, for almost a full year. But she had plans to leave Knockemstiff and she couldn’t be deterred. She figured there was no sense in worrying about it for the time being. Knowing Lee Bodecker, she knew that he never paid a girl attention for very long. And she had to get ready for church. 

Being part of a family of eight meant that trying to pile everyone into the car on Sunday morning was an event. Wesley sat between his parents. And the three girls sat in the back. Joseph and Thomas sat in the trunk area. It was plenty big for the two of them. Joy fussed over her children. Straightening the boys ties and attempting to keep the girls’ dresses from getting rumpled. She had recently focused much of her attention on Billie. Billie was at the age where she needed to think about finding a nice fella to settle down with. John and Joy didn’t approve of Billie’s plan to leave Ross County. They knew she could find a nice boy in town and have wonderful grandchildren for them. 

Today Joy was especially grating to Billie. She thought about faking sick and skipping the church services. She didn’t know why her mother made the family listen to both services. They weren’t the same, but they were similar. Billie thought one service was plenty. But no, they had two every Sunday and Joy insisted that her daughters help serve lunch between the two services. The local women who could find some room in their budget to contribute a dish or two each week ran the lunches. She hated that everyone expected her to help. But she never put up a fuss about it. 

Lee awoke that same morning very excited. Excited about his future with Billie and today he would start to woo her. He knew the entire family would be at the Sunday church service. So, he went to the Sunday service and actively sought out the Dechswaan family. He saw Joy in one pew, she was toying with Billie’s dress. It’s white with pink flowers embroidered on it. Joy is obsessively running one hand over the dress, as if she think there’s wrinkles in the fabric. Billie looks entirely unamused. Lee walks over to the family as they’re starting to sit down. 

“Deputy Bodecker,” Joy beamed, “How are you on this fine Sunday?”

“Doing well ma’am,” he responds. 

“Good, good. Why don’t you sit with us today,” Joy grins, sitting down. 

“I would love to,” Lee smirks. 

“You and Billie can sit next to each other,” Joy suggests. He was used to mama’s shoving their daughters at him. What mama wouldn’t want a nice man with benefits to marry their little girl? 

Lee grinned to himself as he sat. If Joy was already trying to push Billie on him then this would be easy. Billie hesitantly sits between Lee and her mother. Lee’s legs spread open so his thigh brushes Billie’s. She strains to take a deep breath in. The air in the church was sweltering. You couldn’t expect much more from a stuffy church in Southern Ohio in June. 

Sweat was pouring down Billie’s back. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest. Lee moved his leg up and down so it rubbed on Billie’s leg. She wanted desperately to lean into it. The preacher asked the congregation to stand and sing. Billie stands with the rest of the family, she felt all the blood rush to her head. She stumbles back into Lee a bit. He rights her, he’s not sure what to make of her stumble and the intense blush in her face. She moves her hair off of her neck. She can’t feel the tips of her fingers, there’s ringing in her ears, and she can’t breathe. She starts to see little black dots hopping across her visual field. They’re halfway through Amazing Grace when Billie’s vision goes black and she collapses. 

Lee catches her before she hits the floor. There’s gasping and panicking. The preacher’s wife jumps to action.

“Let’s get her to the kitchen, we can get her some water,” she says, coming to the rescue. Lee carries Billie and Mrs. Dechswaan follows closely behind, ordering the other children to stay with their father to finish the sermon. Billie’s loss of consciousness is very brief, before they even get fully downstairs her eyes flutter open. She doesn’t fight Lee holding her. He manages to get her downstairs to the church kitchen, where he gingerly sets her on a countertop. 

“You feeling alright, sweetie?” Her mother coos with concern. Billie nods, not trusting her own voice. “I told you to eat breakfast,” Joy admonishes, handing her a glass of water provided by the preacher’s wife. Lee gathers Billie’s hair off her neck and starts to fan her with a church bulletin. If Joy wasn’t so concerned with her daughter fainting she might have noticed that such an action was too familiar. Billie sipped the water for a moment. 

“Thank you for catching me Deputy Bodecker,” she whispers. 

“Of course,” he responds.

“Mama, I just wanna go home,” Billie begs. 

“We can’t, honey. I’m signed up to serve luncheon between services,” Joy sighs. 

“Well, daddy or Joseph or Thomas could drive me home between,” Billie counters. 

“Honey, you know they’re going straight to that hog auction from here,” Joy says, clearly irritated that the three are skipping a church service. 

“I could take her,” Lee offers.

“We couldn’t impose,” Joy argues. 

“No, really. It’s quite alright. I was going to duck out between services anyway. I have a shift down at the station,” Lee promises. 

“Mama, just let him take me,” Billie urges. Joy looks at Lee, studying him.

“If you’re sure, I would really appreciate you helping us out,” she exhales. 

“Of course. It’s no problem,” Lee smiles. 

“Alright,” Joy allows, “Thank you Lee.” Billie slides off the counter and onto her feet. The four sneak back up to the main level. The preacher’s wife and Joy go back to the chapel for the remainder of the service. But Lee leads Billie outside with a tight grip on her arm. He opens the passenger door for her, before going around to the other side of the car.

“Thank you,” she murmurs as Lee starts the car. 

“You feeling any better?” He asks, eyes straight ahead on the road. 

“Still a little light-headed, but yeah,” she says. 

“You scared me there,” he tells her. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. Lee nods. He’s silent for a moment. 

“I wanted to chat with you about the other night, actually,” Lee says. 

“Are you going to lecture me?” Billie wonders aloud. 

“No,” he laughed, “I just want to make myself clear going forward.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I would like to start dating you,” he responded.

“Huh,” Billie hummed. 

“You’re a beautiful girl and you deserve someone who can provide for ya and treat ya right,” Lee murmured. 

“Sounds like you’re ready to settle down.”

“I am. The sheriff’s gotta have a lady on his arm.”

“And you want me… to be that lady.”

“I do. You’d be good at it. Already help serve Sunday luncheon and you could volunteer to work with the little kids during one of the services. Until we have our own babies, of course.”

“I think you’re moving too fast, Lee. I intend to go my own way for a time. I want to experience the world.”

“Baby,” he shakes his head, “The only experiences you need are right here. I can give you a good life. Once I’m sheriff, anything you want I can get ya. The fanciest house. The prettiest dresses. I don’t care. We’ll be so happy.” Lee stops the car, they had finally arrived back to the old farmhouse that Billie’s family lived in. Billie’s eyes are wide. She seemed almost panicked by what he had to say. 

“Uhmm, do want to come in? Have a glass of lemonade?” She asked, politely. 

“Of course,” he smiled. He was glad that she was already catering to him. She’d make a pretty little wife. He followed Billie up the steps of the house, she stumbled a little and he caught her by the elbow. 

“Thank you,” she sighed. She opened the door and led him to the kitchen. The table where the family ate was scuffed and scratched, all the chairs were mismatched. He would buy her a much nicer dining room set. He sat and waited for her to join him. She gathered two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade before sitting down at the table. She poured them each a glass. Lee drank from his glass deeply, while Billie sipped. 

“I appreciate what you’re saying Lee, I really do,” she began, “But I really want to go to college. I want to be a teacher and live in a big city.” 

“I know, honey. But my plan is better for you. You don’t have to work. You just gotta take care of me,” he explained. It was simple to him. He couldn’t fathom what it was that she wasn’t getting. Billie was quiet. 

“Didn’t you have fun last night, sugar?” He asked, his voice was gravelly and low. 

“I-I did,” she answered. Lee reach his hand over to rub her thigh. 

“I could love on you like that every night, baby,” he told her, “Wouldn’t that be nice?” Billie nodded dumbly. It did sound nice. Her heart was beating quickly again. She fought to control her breath. Was he going to do that again? Right now? Part of her really hoped so. 

“Well, we don’t have to get married anytime soon,” Lee reasoned, “We can take it slow and maybe next summer we get married. Just give me sometime to prove to ya that I can treat ya right, okay?” Billie nodded again. Lee leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. 

“I gotta head to work, baby,” Lee downed the rest of his lemonade, “Let’s meet tonight. Go through your woods over here and I’ll pick you up, okay?”

“Alright,” Billie nodded. She didn’t know why she was agreeing. 

“Good, I’ll see you at ten, then. Now give me a kiss and walk me out,” he commanded, standing up. Billie stood and reached up on her tippy toes to kiss Lee. He was at least six foot and she was just five feet five inches tall. She pecked his lips. But he wrapped his arms around her, and held her to him. He deepened the kiss, running his tongue against hers. She kissed him back eagerly. Her tongue fought his for dominance. His hand snaked down to her ass to palm it. He pulled away from her with a gasp and released her. Billie walked him to the door and pecked his lips a second time. 

“Bye,” she smiled. 

“I’ll see you tonight, baby.” She watched Lee drive away before closing the door. She went back to the kitchen to clean the two glasses, before slinking up to her bed. If she was meeting Lee tonight then she would need to get some sleep. 

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The Sheriff’s Daughter

A/N: Okay this is different for me, because it’s not Bucky nor is it any of Sebastian stan's other characters, Tell me what you think, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.  

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Warnings: Abuse maybe more like verbal tho, and that's it I think

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Ever since Y/n Bodecker was in School her dad, Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff,  would warn her to stay away from Arvin Russell, she always saw the boy in school, but now that they were graduated, she never saw him, she was asked by her mom, Savana Bodecker, to go to the store and get some food and snacks, when she was trying to grab something from the top shelf, she lowered herself back down to the ground from standing on her tiptoes she turned around not paying attention when she bumped into someone, she looked up, to be standing in front of Arvin Russell.

“Oh sorry ma’am,” he apologies, his southern drawl evident.

“I-it’s alright.” she went to leave when she felt a small amount of pressure on her arm.

“Wait don’t go, I uhh can help you, my aunt and uncle would never let me live another day without reminding me I didn’t.” he smiled cheekily.

“Sorry, um I-I uhh can’t.” She tried.

“Why?” he tilted his head, she tugged her arm away from him and walked away.

As time went on Arvin and Y/n kept bumping into each other, mainly because Arvin always made it so he was in the right place at the right time, but he didn’t know how much trouble Y/n could get in if her dad saw them.

“Hey uh, I’ve never got your name?” Arvin smiled a lopsided smile.

“That's because I never gave you it,” she continued to walk up the dirt road. 

“Okay, can I guess?”

“You ain’t goin’ to be able to.”  she looked at him.

“Okay I’ll give you a list of like five names, and you tell me if any of them is your name.”

“Alright.”

“Aline, Alli May, Ariel, Charlotte, Dixie, Delilah?” 

“None of those are my name.”

“Jesslyn, Leora, Maggie, Roslyn?”

“Not even close.” “Come on tell me your name.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes “It’s Y/n.” 

“Arvin.” He introduced.

“I know.” She smiled.

“So uh, can I ask why you would never let me keep a conversation that was longer than two minutes with you?” he asked.

“To be honest my daddy doesn’t like you much,” she told him.

“Well, that doesn’t really narrow it down to anybody in particular,” Arvin Jokes, Y/n looked around nervously, “So Y/n I was uh wondering if we go on a date or something sometime?” 

“Um Arvin I don’t think that's the best idea,” she told him.

“I thought we were done trying to block each other out?” he asked.

“Listen Arvin you and I really can’t do that.” Y/n looked down.

“Why, W-whos your dad? ‘Cause he’s the only reason you don’t want to be around me.” he had a point.

“My father is-” she was cut off by the sound of a siren, her eyes blew wide.

The sheriff’s car slowly pulled up the cold eyes of her father sent a shiver down her spine, the window rolled down, “Russell.” Lee nodded towards the boy.

“Mr. Bodecker,” Arvin mumbled.

Lee looked at Y/n and licked his bottom lip it was a tick of his when he was angry, “Y/n, get in, we’re goin’ home.” Y/n walked to the passenger side of the car and got in.

“You’re her-” Arvin started, but the car sped off, up the street.

“What The Hell Y/n I Told You Not To Talk Or Even Look At That Arvin Kid, And Who The Fuck Do I See You Walking Down The Street With Fucking Arvin Russell!” he yelled at her his own southern drawl coming out thick as he yelled.

“Daddy! Daddy! Calm down please, listen I tried, I tried to get him to not be around me I usually got away, but he always comes back every damn day, an-” She was cut off by a slap to her cheek.

“You’re already in deep shit, I wouldn’t suggest swearing right now,” Lee growled dangerously low 

Tears stung in her eyes “Sorry dad,” She looked at the ground.

“Continue with what you were sayin’.” 

“He won’t stop, he’s like a dog and I’m his bone,” she finished her explanation.

“How the hell did the both of you start talkin’ anyway?” he asked.

“Ma’ sent me to the store one day, and we bumped into each other, and he apologized, and I tried to leave but he stopped me-”

“He put his hands on you,” His eyes widened.

“No, no, he just said something’ about his aunt and uncle, then I walked away...I promise dad.” She looked at him with innocent eyes.

“I swear to god, Y/n/n, if I find out he fuckin’ touched you I will-”

“I promise you, dad, he didn’t touch me.” She said as they pulled up to the house.

“I don’t think that I am a strict father, but you staying the fuck away from the Russell boy is my biggest rule for you,” he told her as they walked up to the white farmhouse.

“Daddy I will try harder to keep ‘im away.” She told him honestly.

“You better, or next time instead of a yelling and a slap it will be worse,” he warned as he opened the front door.

“What will be worse?” Savana asked.

“Mom.” Y/n ran up and hugged her. 

“Go to your room, I need to talk to your mom,” Lee told Y/n, she ran down the hall to her room, He walked up to Savana and wrapped his arms around her, leaning  his forehead against hers.

“What the hell was goin’ on before you two walked in that door?” Savana asked.

“Y/n and that Russell boy have been talkn’,” Lee explained.

Savana’s eyebrows furrowed, “What the hell do you have against that boy?” “Sav not now, I just got threw one of my most irritating drives with our daughter.” he kissed her.

“Lee we gotta’ talk about this,” she argued, as he walked to the kitchen, she followed him.

He pulled out a brownie from the box set on the counter, he took a bite, and swallowed once he was finished chewing, “So what’s for dinner?” he asked.

“Chicken casserole,” she replied.

“Hmm,” He smiled.

“Okay now that I gave you what you want, tell me what I want, tell me what the hell do you have against the kid?” Savana looked at him with a serious look.

“Sav, that boy is like his father, an’ you remember Willard Russell, His Son Is Just Like ‘Im And I Will Not Allow My Daughter Around It!” his yelling at the end made Savana jump.

“She’s not just your daughter.” She turned around and walked upstairs, to their shared bedroom. 

Lee pinched the bridge of his nose, Y/n peeked from behind the wood door of her room, she walked out threw the kitchen as quickly and quietly as she could.

“I wouldn’t suggest fuckin’ around right now,” Lee warned.

“I-I wasn’t goin’ to daddy.” 

“Listen to me right now, Don’t Fuck’ Around Means Go To You’re Fucking Room Right Now! You Already Fucked Up Mine And You’re Mom’s Night!” He yelled at her, She turned around and went to her room tears stinging her eyes, she pushed herself down onto her bed, tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed into her pillow, there was a quiet tapping on the window she looked up and moved the curtain out of the way, and pushed up the window.

“Hey, I never really gotta finish what I was sayin’ earlier.” Arvin smiled.

“Look now is not a good time Arvin, you’ll get me killed.” She whispered wiping away at some of the tears, his hand shot through the window wiping the rest of them away.

“A pretty dame as yourself shouldn’t be cryin’.” he smiled, “So Bodecker’s your dad?”

“Yea, I’m Y/n Bodecker, Nice to meet ya’ Arvin Russell.” She laughed dryly.

“Come on, lock your door, and come with me, we can go, literally anywhere so long as it’s in town,” Arvin suggested.

She walked to her room door and locked it, then she crawled through her window, Arvin helped her down and shut the window.

“Now uh where ya’ wanna go,” Arvin asked.

“Hold on cowboy, we still need to get away with our lives first.” she whispered.

“Okay so where was your dad last at?”

“Kitchen, and still is.” 

“Okay I parked my Truck down the road.”

“Okay well I suggest We make a run for it, before my dad wants to apologize to me.” Y/n told him, then the both of them sprinted down the road to his truck, they got in.

“So uh where you wanna go?” Arvin smiled.

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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡

♡ Series Pairing: Soft Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Series Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping

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⇨ Chapter One

→ He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

⇨ Chapter Two

→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.

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Cherry Hill

“Ain't never been a day like it," the old man said, "and ain't never gonna be one."

He sat rocking in a rickety chair while a calm November wind whistled through the chimes that hung above his paint chipped steps. Nearly eighty six, his hair was grayed and thin, and his scalp showed through in frequent, scattered patches. He spoke clearly and thoughtfully, a trait common to the Southern elderly I'd interviewed.

"You sure you want to hear 'bout this? 'Cuz it might take a while. I still get really choked up when I think on it even though it happened sixty some odd years ago."

I nodded. "Take all the time you need, sir."

"Alright..." he said, and shifted in the rocker, bringing it to a stop. The quiet squeaking died, and all was silent save the whistle of the breeze through the wind chimes. "Suppose it's best. This old county's got its ghosts lying around, and this one's probably due for a resurrection."

* * * * * *

William Emmett Johnson was sheriff then...Will, all us deputies called him. He was a real card, not a lick like the old sheriff. Will always used to win the Liar's Club's gold cup every Saturday night. That man could tell the most outrageous, but just barely believable untruths out of the whole Liar's Club. Heck, even at the jailhouse, we weren't ever really sure when he was giving it to us straight or just pulling our legs.

And he had this old confederate shirt he used to wear all the time. He said his grandmother gave it to him, and that it was sent back to her from General Lee with a letter saying how his granddaddy had been killed by a Yankee Negro. I guess because of that, you could say old Will had his teeth sorta set on edge toward colored people. He wasn't mean outright to them, but he sure didn't take a liking to them either. Will, Joseph, and I were the only ones at the jail, usually, so it was just the three of us who were there when it all happened. July twenty third, nineteen hundred and twenty six, I marked that day on a calendar in my head, and I'll never forget it. Jimmie Baker from the drug store came running into the jailhouse, shouting like Gabriel's trumpet was blowing outside and the good Lord was coming back.

"They gonna string him, Will."

"Who they gonna string up, Jimmie?"

"That little Jenkins boy, the youngest one."

"Albert Jenkins..." Joseph always did his thinking out loud. "Why, he ain't never been in no kind of trouble before."

"Well, he's gone and done it now. Lee Dunsten says he's the one what raped his little girl, Winnie."

Will just stared like he always did when he was thinking. "They got any proof, witnesses or personal things found at the site?"

"I don't think so, Will, but I don't think the lack's gonna slow 'em down any."

Joseph and I had already got our gun belts on, and were getting ready to go arrest the Jenkins boy, when Will gave us the call to arms, "Well boys, negro or no, ain't nobody getting lynched in Cherry Hill without Will Johnson looking it over first."

So we all packed into the new car the town had just bought for us, and rode out to the Dunstens' farm.

That Lee Dunsten and his boys done had the Jenkins boy down and bleeding all over God's green earth. They had a rope 'round his neck, and were jerking him here and there like a wild dog on a first leash. Cussing and whipping out his arms and legs, the boy was fighting the rope for all he was worth, but he just wasn't a match for Lee Dunsten mounted on his horse holding the other end. He never could get more than two or three steps before the rope would yank him to the ground and drag him 'round the farm some more. The Dunstens were making darn sure the boy didn't have any fight in him for when they got ready to dangle him in the wind.

Sheriff Will just stepped out of the car, and walked right up to Lee Dunsten's horse. He jerked the reins right out of Lee's hands, and brought the animal to a stop.

"What's going on here, Lee?"

"Now sherf, this here ain't none of the law's business. This boy's the one raped Winnie, and I'm gonna see he pays for it. You boys can get back in your fancy automobile the good people done bought for you, and go back to the jailhouse. There ain't no kinda trouble here for you to pay a mind to."

"Rape's a right strong accusation, Lee. I sure hope you got some proof the boy's guilty."

"Proof! What in Hell! Will? Since when do you need proof to string up a nigger boy?"

"Since we lost the war, Lee." Will was a lawman through and through.

"Well, Sherf Johnson," Lee said to him, "I don't see that it's so all fired important, but if it'll get you off my farm, we found the boy in the back of the house, half in and half out of Winnie's window, just like he hadda do the other night to get to her."

"Now Lee, you know there ain't no love lost 'tween me and colored folks, but laws are laws, and I got to enforce them. If this boy's the one what did that vile sin against the Lord and your girl, he'll pay for it...but through the courts, not s winging from a rafter in your barn."

About then, one of Lee's boys spoke up, "Sheriff Will, I ain't no fancy lawyer or nothing, but laws or no laws, there ain't nobody gonna tell me that courts are for anybody but white folks."

Will just ignored the boy, and walked over to Albert Jenkins. He was scared, that boy, half to death, and shaking like he was freezing in the summer. I guess being on the wrong end of a hanging rope will do it to a fella. Blood was everywhere he wasn't nothing but a dark open sore by this time, a sixteen year old blood and puss sore. His clothes were torn into rags from being drug over the farm, and he might as well have been stark naked for all the covering they gave him.

"Boy."

"Yessir."

"Tell me the truth, boy. What was you doing coming out of Miss Winnie's window like you was?"

"I didn't do nothing to Miss Winnie, sir. She always been good to me, treatin' me nice and all.

"What was you doing coming out of the window, boy?

"I weren't coming out her window, sheriff. I was jes' pokin' my head in to smell the chocolates she's been getting."

Dunsten's oldest boy blurted out then, "You calling me a liar, boy? Sheriff, you ain't gonna take no word of a dark boy over me, are you?"

"Shut up, Lewis," his daddy told him, then back handed him hard across the jaw.

"Will, my boy said he found him coming out Winnie's window, and I believe that's what happened. My boy's word's all the proof I need."

"You ain't the court, Lee."

"You know what the court'll say, Will. There ain't never been a negro jury in this county yet, and ain't no white jury gonna listen to this malarky you've been giving me about laws."

"Maybe so, but you folks pay me to do a job, and by the good Lord, I'm gonna do it the best I can."

Joseph and I got Albert Jenkins, and put him in the car. Will told Dunsten and his boys to get back to the house and stop fooling with the "little nigra boy," and they went, but not without the last word.

"This ain't the end, Will," Dunsten yelled, as he let the screen door slam shut behind him.

You know how some folks just can't leave well enough alone. Well, Lee Dunsten was one of them folks. The whole time we had Albert locked up, Lee and his friends were out raising all kinds of cain 'round and 'round the courthouse and the jail. I still think to this day that old Will put the boy in jail as much to protect him from the Dunstens as for the accusation of rape.

Lee was a deacon down at the Baptist church, but you wouldn't have ever known it by the way he was cussing and carrying on outside. "It's a right fine day for a hanging, sherf," he'd shout 'bout every half hour or so.

Little scrawny Albert was still scared half to death sitting in the cell where we'd put him. So, I'd gone over to help the boy calm down while Will was outside trying to get rid of the Dunstens and their hundred or so friends that had gathered.

"Mr. Deputy, sir."

"Yeah."

"I ain't ready to be no merter yet."

"A merter?"

"Yessir...One of them folks that gets killed for doing nothin' wrong, just mindin' they own business, then right out of the blue somebody wants to kill them for one fool reason or another."

"There's a lot of good company with the martyrs, Albert, but don't you worry none...you ain't gonna die today."

"He's right, that Mr. Dunsten. Ain't no jury gonna believe me over a white boy."

All I could do was nod in agreement with him. Albert Jenkins' eyes were as brown as his skin, maybe browner, and big as baseballs, but when he looked at me full in the face, I saw how pretty they gleamed when they glazed over with the starting of a little tear.

"How come you and the sheriff trying to keep me from 'em, if I'm gonna die anyhow?"

"Boy," I said, "There ain't nobody on God's earth deserves to go out like them Dunstens want to send you."

By now 'bout half the town was outside shouting for the boy to hang. Lee Dunsten had almost started himself an all out riot. Will came back in sometime 'round then wearing a big look of misery.

"Joseph...Get the boy."

"Excuse me, sheriff?"

"Get the boy."

"But they gonna kill him, and he ain't even gone to trial yet."

"I ain't got no time for this, Joseph. Get the boy, now!" Will looked like a man whose whole family had just passed on all at once.

Joseph got up and fetched Albert from the cell, and brought him right up to where Will was.

"Albert, I got something to say to you, and I want you to be a man about it."

"Yessir."

"I don't know if you was the one what raped the girl or no, but out there they say you did. They want you to hang."

"Yessir, I know."

"I tried my best, good Lord have mercy, to keep you safe 'til you could get a trial and a chance."

"Yessir."

"But Heaven above, boy, they just threatened to burn down my jailhouse to get you, even if it means they have to kill me and all my deputies."

Albert didn't say "yessir" then. No, he didn't say nothing. All he did was to spit right in Will Johnson's face. I wanted to spit in Will's face, too.

We tried to talk him out of it, Joseph and I, but in the end, he had his mind all made up. He told us not to get in the way none, else the town would fire us both as deputies.

I ain't never felt so small in all my life, as I did looking on as Albert Jenkins stood there all by himself, 'bout to be strung up an untried man. He didn't cry, but he sure cussed and hollered and kicked and punched and bit when the two oldest Dunsten boys, Lewis and Vincent, came in to fetch him out. They fought with him a good five minutes or so before they could wrestle him to the ground for a chance to tie up his hands and feet. For a scrawny sixteen year old kid, that boy could throw his fist like a trained fighter, and none of us interfered while Lewis and Vincent got a few bruises to carry out with them. But Albert knew he couldn't fight them all day long, and even if he did, there were more than a hundred others waiting outside to come in all at once, so he quit. He just gave up licking them Dunsten boys, and lay there on the floor gawking for breath. Lewis Dunsten came up then and kicked him hard in the stomach. Albert Jenkins coughed and spit blood, then fainted dead away.

The crowd had their fun with the boy, slapping and kicking at him, and taunting with no end of horrible names. I guess they just wanted to make sure he was good and awake before they killed him.

"Devil boy," somebody yelled out, "Black as soot from the Hell pits."

"Ain't never known nothing but stealin' and hurtin' good people."

"Primitive heathens."

Lee Dunsten just took up on that, and sounded like he was making church out of it. "We know, all of us here, that this little Negro had every opportunity to do right." He took care to drag the word Negro out real clear and loud. "He knows what the rules have always been: Don't no black folks associate with no white folks. He was born knowing it, even if we never hadda told 'em. It's inborn, the natural order." People were whooping and hollering like they were at a tent meeting, all stirred up by what Lee was saying. "But now this boy done stepped way over the dividing line. He's gone and done the unthinkable. No self respecting nigger with a brain in his head would force his affection on a tender, young white girl. But let me tell you...this ain't no self respecting boy."

You could have heard that crowd three towns away. Lee's accusation was all the proof they needed that the boy was Winnie's attacker, and they got thirsty for blood. It made you wonder who was really primitive, hearing a whole town yelling out a death chant like they were.

Next thing I knew, they had Albert standing under the oak tree across from the courthouse, and Lewis Dunsten was slipping the rope 'round his neck one more time. It was happening too far away to know for sure, but I swear that the Dunsten boy was grinning from ear to ear as he tightened the rope.

Then, "Crack!" The explosion of gunpowder stood everybody as still as if death had frozen all of them right where they were standing. Sheriff William Emmett Johnson was standing on the front steps of the courthouse with his rifle pointing up at the clouds.

"This ain't court," he shouted to the crowd, "and you ain't the jury what's gonna decide whether or not the boy hangs."

That yelling and screaming lynch mob got quiet right quick, waiting on Lee Dunsten's reaction.

"Sherf, me and all the good folks here aim to see this boy hang, and ain't you or nobody gonna stop us."

"I can't let that happen, Lee."

"Since when have you gone out of your way to protect a..."

Will cut him off with another rifle blast. "Since I believed in the boy's innocence."

"You ain't callin' my boy a liar, are ya, Will?"

"Nope. Just saying he misunderstood the situation as he saw it. It just ain't evidence enough for a hanging."

"We think it is, sherf."

"I'm right sorry to hear that, but I don't reckon it matters much since the police from Pineville are waiting on him to show up at their big, new jailhouse. I just called them, and they said they had plenty of room to hold him 'til his trial."

Lee turned every shade of red in the book, and stormed right up to Will on the front steps. "Will, the boy ain't gonna make it to Pineville..."

"That's obstructing justice, Lee, and that's against the law."

"Fine." He turned and yelled out to Lewis, "Go ahead, boy. This fine lawman of ours wouldn't shoot no white man for giving out justice to a Negro."

Lewis once again tightened the rope, and got ready to dangle Albert. A bullet whizzed by about two feet above his head, and he flinched, but only for a moment.

"You almost scared me, sheriff. I almost thought you were really gunning for me."

He put on a smirk, stepped off of the box, and raised his foot to send Albert swinging out into the air, when the rifle thundered one last time, and Lewis Dunsten fell to the ground like a dove over a hunter's field.

About half the mob screamed while the other half ran off in all different directions. Lee Dunsten didn't do nothing but drop to his knees crying like a newborn. In the confusion, Will picked up the shaken Lee Dunsten, and took him into the jailhouse for being a public nuisance.

Joseph and I made over to where Albert was still standing on the box, terrified. We took the rope off from his neck, and cut it down from the tree as a safeguard. Albert was bleeding pretty bad from the licking he'd taken, and his wrists were cut deep and rubbed raw down to the muscle from the coarse rope. After we cut his wrists loose, and he tried to bring his arms 'round front again, there was a loud scraping noise like bone rubbing bone. The boy was a sore mess with his body covered in blood and bruises and his right arm broken, but he was still breathing, and he wasn't swinging from an oak tree in front of the Cherry Hill Court House.

That, at least, was something.

We carried the poor kid over to the new police car, and then Will Johnson did something I'll never forget. He took off his granddaddy's old confederate shirt, and standing there before God and everybody all bare chested and sweaty, he tore it into three long strips to make a sling for Albert Jenkins' broken right arm. As soon as we'd put him in the car, it wasn't forty seconds before the boy fell straight off to sleep, right peaceful even, all things considered.

Will told us to get in the car, and drive him up to Charleston.

"Charleston, sheriff?"

"Yeah, Charleston. Even if a jury was to find him innocent, folks 'round here wouldn't care a bit. He'd still be in as much danger of hanging as he was before the trial. But in Charleston, he can live...land a job on a ship...sail off a few years. Nobody ever recognizes a man after the sea gets a hold of him. Heck! He don't even have to come back. No, he can make a whole new life. Anything's better than what he'll have waiting here."

"Sheriff, what about them folks up at Pineville? Ain't they gonna be sorely put out when he don't show up?"

"Naw," Will drawled, and started laughing himself sick to tears. "I lied." And he kept on laughing 'til long after we'd headed on up to Charleston.

* * * * * *

"We got Albert a job two days later, broken right arm and all. We waved good bye from the dock as he sailed off to be a cook's assistant aboard Elizabeth's Dream. It was a right odd name for a boat, so we just called it Jenkin's Dream, because of the chance it meant for Albert `cept he wasn't Albert Jenkins no more. Start over, we told him, fresh and clean. And he did. Grover Calvert Williams was the signature he left on the ship's work list.

"He even wrote once or twice, and said he'd married a little French girl, and that they'd moved back to the States...somewhere up North with lots of land and room for a family.

"You know, the Dunstens moved on right after the sheriff let Lee out of Jail. Rumor said they'd moved up to Pineville for a few weeks, then just moved on from there to nobody knows where. Old Will Johnson never got a gold cup for that one, but he sure should've."

I chuckled, and began packing my recorder and notebook away, all the while fighting November's breath as it sought to close the flap of my pack. "Thanks for your time and the story."

"Anytime, anytime at all."

He turned and entered the big screen door going from his porch to the inside of the small house, and I headed for my VW. But before either of us made it to our destinations, he stopped, the door half open, and looked over toward me again.

"Say...Nobody much cares for the old stories anymore. How come you're so interested?"

"Research for my doctorate...race relations in the rural South," I partially lied, and traced the G, C, and W of my grandfather's pocketwatch inside my windbreaker's front pocket.

© Sean Taylor

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[itsanerdlife]

All I Have 5/15

Pairing: Biker!Peter Parker x Reader

**Reminder: I write ANDREW GARFIELD as my Peter Parker **

Warnings: Language. Parental abuse. Arranged marriage. Shitty parent. I Guess Boarder line cheating. Lying. Secrets. Sneaking around.

Your daddy has a plan for you. He’s a strict man, with a belt and gun. You know better than to stray from the path, from the rules he set out for you. You’re promised to a good man,but not much of a man. Secretly your hear beats for bad boy, biker Peter Parker. He’s been hounding you for a date, a ride on his motorcycle, for one word; yes. You keep turning him down, because if your daddy finds out about Peter, he’ll kill the both of you. But Peter isn’t backing down that easy. He knows what you want and he’ll get that yes.

Peter sat at the counter, watching you move around doing your closing list. It was comforting having Peter with you so late, but he was so distracting. The way he watched you and everything you did, you were practically sweating under his heated gaze.

“Darlin’, let me ask you something?” He glances down, spinning the sugar container in circles with his knuckle.

“Sure.” You nod, as you sweep the booths.

“Why Jesse Flounder?” He turns in his stool watching you move.

“His name is Folts.” You glance over at Peter.

“I know.” He smirks.

“Because,” you sigh “my daddy and his said so.” You nod.

“Arranged marriage?” Peter’s brow connects, his head tips slightly. You smile at the look on his face.

“It’s how our families do things.” You nod, slowly sweeping.

“Cause they’re old school?” He asks.

“Like Victorian style.” You snort. “My daddy would have my ass and yours if he knew about you and what you do to me.” You throw him a look over your shoulder. “My daddy doesn’t like when I wear jeans, or when other boys look at me in general.” He nods slowly, his expression is puzzled.

“So, it’s about the money?” He nods.

“Sort of.” You sigh. “Family name, promising future and backgrounds, and old family money.” You nod.

“You know if you married me, you’d give my last name meaning.” He smirks when your head snaps up, surprised.

Was bad boy Peter Parker, talking about marrying you? No that didn’t seem right, he must be joking with you.

“That so?” You snort.

“My last name is mainly the diner.” He shrugs. Your brow comes down as you stare at him. The diner? May and Ben Parker. Holy shit how had you never put two and two together?

“Wait, what?” You forget your sweeping, standing staring at him.

“Yeah, May and Ben, that’s my aunt and uncle.” He nods.

“I thought you were adopted.” You remember what little you knew about Peter, he was adopted, Howard was his adopted brother.

“I am.” Peter nods. “My parents died when I was a kid. My dad’s best friend and his wife adopted me. But I kept my last name and have always been close to May and Ben. They’re like a second set of parents to me.” He smirks.

“Holy shit.” You blink at him. “What else don’t I know about you?” You smile softly.

“Guess it’s your turn to ask.” Peter shrugs a shoulder grinning at you.

  She comes around the counter, leaning in on her forearms. A small smile on her lips, she’d already pulled her ponytail down, letting her hair spill over her shoulders.

“Why join a gang?” She clearly had been wanting to ask that question for a while.

“We’re not a gang.” He chuckles.

“What are you then?” She tips her head.

“Brotherhood. My adopted dad, Tony. He’s apart of it, They’re family, I grew up with a lot of the guys, the older guys have been around since my dad was a part of it.” He shrugs. “This town has one drunk sheriff and two moron deputies. So we pick up the slack, I guess.” She nods.

“So if I was ever in trouble?” She leans in, curiosity on her face.

“We’d beat the sheriff or his deputies to you.” His tone serious.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She nods.

“You call Darlin’, doesn’t matter what time, doesn’t matter what it is. I’ll be there.” He nods. She gives him a small smile.

“Why do you call me Darlin’?” She asks, changing the subject to something with less serious undertones to it.

“Cause you remind me of one of those southern belles.” He smirks at her.

“I’m far from a southern belle.” She rolls her eyes.

“You just remind me of one. The sundresses, the manners, the way you talk. Besides I like it, it’s fitting for you.” He shrugs.

“I like it too.” She flushes pink quickly.

“You eighteen yet?” He keeps wondering why her daddy has her already in an arranged marriage. There had to be a reason, but he didn’t think she was eighteen just yet.

“One week before graduation.” She nods, disappointment on her face.

“Three weeks?” He does the math.

“Yup. Why?” Her head tips. He knew what she was thinking, but she was wrong.

“We could run away together.” His lips turn up at her.

“My daddy would kill us both.” Y/N snorts. Her fucking daddy wouldn’t be a problem if they ran off together.

“Your daddy doesn’t scare me.” He reminds her. She sighs, straightening up, running her hand through her loose hair.

“The day of my birthday I’ll have a ring on my finger, a wedding planned, and my children’s names picked out before cake is even served.” She looks rather heartbroken at the very thought.

“You want to marry him?” Peter asks.

She used the excuse she had a boyfriend for him, and she never seemed too excited to even see Jesse. He couldn’t imagine a modern girl being over joyed about an arranged marriage. The girl wasn’t even allowed to wear jeans, let alone date anyone else. Her daddy wanted her to have one man for the rest of her life. He wanted to be that man.

“No.” Her voice sad, just like the look on her face.

She wanted adventure and thrills, passion and sparks, Jesse Folts was more safe and boring, bland and uninteresting.

“You like when he touches you?” He leans in closer as she looks up at him.

“Not really.” She flushes as if she was supposed to be ashamed she admitted that out loud.

“You like when I touch you?” He smirks, she pinks a little more.

“Yes.” Her arm comes up, wrapping around her waist. The million dollar question once and for all, he was going to drop the bomb. He was going to convince her to give him that yes, and he was going to keep her drunk daddy away from her.

“You want to marry me?” He lifts a brow at her. Her eyes widen, her mouth falls slack.

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#Marvel #Peter Parker x Reader #Avengers #Peter x Reader #All I Have #MC Series #Marvel Fanfiction #Peter Parker AU Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Peter AU Series

[littlelioncub43]

First of all, congratulations on your milestone!! That’s so exciting! 💕

Second, would you rather..

have Sheriff Lee tell you what to do

or have Ransom tell you what to do?

Oh man. OH man. OH MAN.

Sheriff Daddy. I wanna hear that southern accent of his while he calls me "Princess" and tells me I'm sucking his cock like a good girl 🥰😇

The things I'd do for and to this man

500 Follower Sleepover Asks!

#k's 500 follower sleepover #sleepover asks #first sleepover

[thecrimsonarcher]

The Zion Mountain Chronicles--Zachariah's Tale

"I suppose if there's one thing I can tell you about Zion Mountain before the tragedy, it's that life had become almost intolerable for everyone. Out of the 12 of us that survived, my wife and I are the oldest. I'm 74 and she's 71. We've been married for over 50 years. We remember what Zion Mountain was like before things got bad, before the cult rose into power. Contrary to what you've been told by the younger survivors, the cult didn't start to gain any sort of prominence until the late 60s. Now, mind you--it had always been there, but it was basically like a....club the higher ups in the community belonged to. That's what the young ones don't know. It's what they've known their entire lives, so they couldn't see it any other way. As for Rose and I, we can tell you--Zion Mountain wasn't always as bad as it was in its final years, before the cult completely took over. During the late 80s, that's when things started to change for the worse. Now, most of the older people who were over the church had died out, people like Richard Yearwood, Frank Tallent, and Gerald Watson. They were kind of old fashioned when it came to the church, never demanding anything more than just your presence during the Sunday and Wednesday services. To them, it wasn't about the money, but spreading the "gospel" about Kalona. They were in the business of doing good for the community, of showing non-believers that they were capable of performing good deeds despite their strange beliefs. When the older people started dying out, it was the next generation who was in charge of running things. Paul Yearwood, who was Sheriff Yearwood's daddy, Troy Martin, David Tallent, and Leon Watson took it over and that's when things went on a downward spiral. They didn't care about people.....let me rephrase that--they cared about their people and left all of us who weren't in their little "clique" on the backburner. We were beneath them. There's no other way of putting it. What they'd do is check on your financial status and based on whatever income you had, you'd be required to be sent off to a different denomination of the church. They divided us by class, you see. Rich folks went to the big church on the town square and us poor folk went to the smaller, more run down chapels outside of town. In fact, the church my wife and I belonged to was converted from an old general store--Lee's Merchandise as I knew it when I was growing up. It was a small building, one that could barely hold 40 people during a typical Sunday morning sermon. We made do with what we had, even with what we had barely covered what we actually needed to make necessary repairs to our church. We held bake sales, raffles, benefit concerts, hosted chili and spaghetti suppers, and when things got really bad, we begged to the bigger churches to help us out. We didn't have air conditioning nor heat. Our roof leaked when it rained. We didn't have church pews and instead, had to use old folding chairs. The plumbing wouldn't work half the time, so we had no choice but to get a few portable toilets from a construction outfit in Grundy. It wasn't much, but none of that mattered to us. Our group was so close knit that it was like they were family. There's nothing about the church I miss, I don't reckon. If anything, it's the people I miss. The rich people had it made. Right smack dab in the middle of downtown, they had this huge church building that stood roughly 2 stories tall. The main floor was the congregation area and the second was used for Sunday school classes and the administrative offices. I've only been in there a few times, but I can remember exactly how it looked. Everything about it was over the top. On both floors, they were lined with these huge stained glass windows. Each window had something different on it, telling the story of how Kalona helped Duncan Yearwood, the church founder, to defeat the Confederate army and the promise he made to offer Zion Mountain the gift of eternal life. It had crystal chandeliers, church pews made out of cherry wood and gold plated accents, pink marble floor, winding staircases and wheelchair ramps, nice metal bleachers for the choir, elaborate statues of Kalona on either side of the preacher's pulpit....they didn't need any of that nonsense, you know? Just because you have money don't mean you should flaunt it when others in your community are less fortunate and go without. Now, Paul Yearwood was the head pastor of the Order of the Southern Sky from the 1980s all the way down to the very end in 2013. If you can recall my mention of the cult dividing each denomination by financial status, I'd like to add to that. The Order of the Southern Sky was the rich folk's church. Ever wonder why it got to be elaborate in the first place? See, it was required by the wealthier citizens to hand over a certain percentage of their earnings or whatever was in their bank account to the church for "upkeep". By "upkeep", I mean that Paul Yearwood and his family got a pretty good share of it. I don't mean to speak ill of the dead, but Paul Yearwood had no business being a preacher and owning brand new cars and living in a big, nice house with over 200 acres of land. Granted, Mrs. Yearwood was a big time real estate agent with the Mountain View Realty. Rumor has it he was embezzling money from the church for years for his own personal gain." --Testimony from Zachariah Moses, the oldest survivor of the Zion Mountain incident

#my writings #the zion mountain chronicles #Lovecraftian horror #Southern Gothic #writing #it just keeps tumbling down tumbling down tumbling down #nightmare fuel #the Order of the Southern Sky is based on several area churches #i won't name names #horror #corrupt church #i doubt anyone will read this #appalachia