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eddiesghxst · 2 years

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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3

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18+ content

summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents

contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3

word count: 6k

WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!

Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3

-masterlist-

“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”

Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.

The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change.

So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment.

“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor.

“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?”

You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.”

Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.

You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.

Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”

You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”

“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.”

He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.

“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue.

“Are you going to tell my dad?”

When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.

“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.

He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.

You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!

“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.

“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.

“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one.

“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”

You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open.

“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.”

You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”

He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”

You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”

The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter.

He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”

You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told.

“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him.

When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering.

“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions.

“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.”

Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper.

A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to.

He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”

A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center.

You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling — you to do, but…you don’t know how to.

You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace.

One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out.

You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.

Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?”

You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.”

You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs.

“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”

Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face.

Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal.

You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat.

“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”

You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”

You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest.

“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm.

“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”

His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air.

You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble.

“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy.

His pretty pussy.

You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.

He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval.

“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you.

“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.”

You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind.

He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.

You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.

The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!”

You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.”

He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?”

You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.”

“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.

“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.

His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.

He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.

Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.

“What’s that, sweet girl?”

The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?”

A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”

You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…”

A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.

Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.

The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent.

Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.”

Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit.

“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”

You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”

He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.

“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.

Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”

A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”

You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt).

Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?”

You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger.

“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?”

You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.

A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”

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mavsstar · 1 year

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GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

“How come?” he asked you.

“I had a friend named Garrett–”

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

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

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

“Dove?”

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!”

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

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dyinglikenarcissus · 7 months

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The Help

I kinda hate this title but it was inspired by the movie and I couldn’t make my brain think of anything else

Lee Bodecker x his black female maid reader who is way overqualified for the job

14k words

Warnings: 18+ only!!! Contains: mommy and daddy kink, a bit of breeding kink, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, and here’s the big one: there’s one ‘negro’. It’s a period fic and a sign of the times so there you go. You’ve been properly warned. Consume at your own risk.

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

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“Lee! This place is a fucking mess!” Sandy calls as she steps into her brother’s house.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?” Lee grunts back from the staircase, cigarette hanging from his lips as he pulls on his jacket.

“It’s embarrassing! You’re the sheriff. You live in sty,” she sighs picking up a shirt from the floor. “Really?” She asks holding up the garment. “Do you expect mom to get up out of her grave and clean up after you?”

He just ignores her continuing to the kitchen to make a sandwich.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Hard not to,” Lee mutters.

“These ash trays haven’t been emptied since the last time I came over. And what’s with all these wrappers?” Sandy brushes a pile of candy wrappers into an overflowing trashcan. “Why don’t you hire someone?”

“Ain’t nobody got money for that,” Lee replies into his sandwich. He had to avoid three slices of moldy bread and all he had was cheese and mayonnaise in the fridge. He’d just grab something else on his way to work.

“You have a Cadillac and Lincoln and if you had someone cooking for you, you wouldn’t spend so much at the diners and drive ins.” Lee continues to ignore her to grab a Coke from the fridge. “What are you saving all this money for? Hoping one of those hoes you fuck around with will show up with a kid?”

“God, I hope not,” Lee sighs. Maybe he should hire someone. Be nice to have a home cooked meal. Not just add to the mess anymore. He could use a woman’s touch around here…

“You know someone?” He finally asks, a lazy drawl in his voice as he levels his gaze with his sister.

She just smirks back at him. “A friend of mine’s sister is looking for work.”

“Friend of yours? You got shitty friends, Sand,” Lee goads.

“She’s a friend from work,” Sandy explains.

“‘Nother waitress?” She nods. “And it’s her sister?” She nods again. “Ever met her?”

“I have. She comes around the diner sometimes. She’s nice. Educated. She just graduated from college.”

“Why the hell she want to be a maid?”

“She moved back here to take care of their mom. It’s temporary. Until you finally find a wife that can take care of you.”

Lee let’s out an exasperated huff. “Send her over Monday morning.”

Sandy grins triumphantly. “You’re gonna love her.”

“Whatever,” Lee grumbles and lights another cigarette. “Get out of my house. I gotta get to work.”

The next Monday, you stand waiting on an unfamiliar porch in a starched blue dress with a canvas bag of cleaning supplies. You were desperate for anything at his point. Meade was a place you hoped you never had to return to. After you got accepted into Spelman you kissed this place goodbye and refused to look back.

Then your mom got sick your senior year.

So you started to spend your summers out here instead of having fun with your friends. And after graduating nursing school, instead of taking an offer from a innovative hospital with competitive pay in San Francisco, you were stuck back in your backwards home town that still had signs for ‘colored’ and ‘white’ over the water fountains.

There wasn’t a position for a black nurse here. They’d let you work as a custodian but they “didn't have a place for a woman of your stature”. The ‘black’ hospital was thirty minutes away and they couldn’t afford to take on anyone else. They could barely afford their skeleton staff alone. Unless you wanted to work for free with an hour long commute, you were stuck either cleaning or waiting tables or stocking groceries because this place was stuck in the 1800s!

“It’s just for now,” you remind yourself under your breath. Just until you could convince your mom to move to California with you. Your sister has two kids and a full time job. She can only help her so much. So you turned down that job to take care of her. She’d have better care in a bigger city. A better life in general. But old people are reluctant to change. It’d take some time to convince her but you refuse to waste away in this hell hole with the worst people in America.

You’ll have an apartment overlooking the water and be working at a cutting edge hospital by next summer.

“It’s just for now,” you repeat. You hear a heavy set of footsteps approach the door.

Your sister said he was the sheriff. Her coworker’s brother. Figures in Meade County that the sheriffs’s sister would be a waitress and not a lawyer or a politician or a doctor or something more prestigious. You roll your eyes that you’ll be working for the man that continues to enforce Jim Crow after it’s been deemed unconstitutional.

You just hope your mouth can keep in check.

“It’s just for now.”

The door finally opens revealing a wall of a man. You look up to see him dressed in a grey button up stretched over a bit of pooch, stubble forming on his cheeks from not shaving that morning, perfectly cropped dark hair, and a gorgeous set of blue eyes. Sandy’s eyes weren’t nearly as bright.

A small smirk forms on his lips as you stare up at him.

“You the cleaning girl?” He drawls, watching you stare at him dumbly.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper. “I mean, yes,” you respond a little more confidently. “Yes, sir, sheriff, Mr. Bodecker...”

He lets out an amused noise at your flustering. “Just Lee’s fine. Come on.” He nods toward the house, leading you in and you notice you have your work cut out for you. “You got a name?” You nod and introduce yourself. “You cook?”

“I can cook,” you agree. Your family likes your cooking enough.

“You know anything about gardening?”

“Like a vegetable garden?”

“Yeah. I’m looking to start one. It’d be nice to have some help.” You just nod again not looking forward to getting dirty but your dad taught you some things about flowers while he was still alive.

“I’ll have you make three meals a day. I can offer $5 an hour, five days a week. That sound alright?”

That’s perfect! Plenty to help you save, buy a car, get a home in California. You just nod, attempting to not look so eager.

“Alright. It’s a fucking mess around here so you have your work cut out for you. I work ridiculous hours so i ain’t home a lot. I’m just gonna trust you to find something to do around here.” You nod as you follow him around the house. Two stories, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the kitchen could use more than a little organizing, and the bathroom looked like it requires a hazmat suit to take care of. “As you can see, you’ll have plenty to do. I’m not a tyrant. I just expect mutual respect.” You nod again as he stops in the kitchen. “Alright. It’s my day off so I’ll be around if you have any questions.” You nod again.

Then he leaves you alone.

Alright. Where to start?

“Oh! Have you had breakfast?” You call after your new employer on his way upstairs.

“Sure haven’t. That’s your first assignment.” You smile and look through the refrigerator for breakfast food.

You step into your crowded mother’s house after a long day of cleaning and cooking to find her in her favorite chair listening to the radio while your sister’s kids chase a ball.

“Will y’all take that outside before you break something?” You scold.

“Leave those babies alone. They aren’t hurting anyone,” your mother laughs weakly.

“You are so much softer on them then you were on us,” you lament walking over to press a kiss to her forehead.

“How was your first day?”

“It was fine. He seems nice enough. Kept to himself mostly but he gave me a key for tomorrow because he doubts he’ll be back home when I’m off.”

“What’s the sheriff’s house like?” She asks ready for all the gritting details.

“It was a mess in there, momma! I’m tackling one thing at a time. It’s nice but I don’t know, I expected him to have one of those plantation homes passed down since the 1800s,” you joke.

“Well, he ain’t a real white.” You cut your mother a look at her statement. She can’t end with that. “His momma immigrated here.”

“Really?” Your mom knows all the good gossip.

“One of those little European countries. There’s a million of ‘em. She was pregnant with him when she showed up and got pregnant with his sister a couple years later. Never did marry. Never did know who the girl’s father was.”

“What’d she do out here?”

“You know I hate to gossip.” Liar. But you don’t say it out loud. “No one ever saw her going to work but folk would see her coming home early in the morning if you follow.”

“Ohhhh,” you laugh at the scandal. You began to wonder how an immigrant became the sheriff in this small town. He was elected while you were in Atlanta so you had no idea that he even existed.

Interesting situation.

“But that was all speculation. Don’t go spreading that around, you hear?”

“Yes, momma,” you smile while rolling your eyes. “I’m gonna start dinner, alright? How’s gumbo sound?”

“Oh Lord, girl! What d’you know about gumbo?” She laughs herself into a coughing fit.

You hand her a handkerchief and rub her back until it passes. “I know plenty, momma. Been in Atlanta for the past six years.”

“Alright, girl. You go on ahead,” she smiles skeptically making you giggle.

You go to start dinner for the house and hope Lee enjoyed the dinner you made him.

Soon your sister come home and shortly afterward her husband and it was a full house. It was noisy and crowded and you never missed your little apartment more than you did in the evenings.

At least you didn’t have to share a room with anyone. It may be small, basically a refitted pantry, but it was private.

You finally retreat to your room alone after showering and wrapping up your hair. You let out a soft sigh as you fall onto your bed. You curl under your covers, exhausted but a little restless for some reason. You aren’t sure why. You should fall asleep the second your head hits the pillow. You know you’re going to be so sore in the morning after today but you can’t settle down.

You jiggle your leg in frustration.

You know what will help you sleep…

You hate doing this in your mother’s home. It was so much easier when you had your own place.

But you need some sleep.

You slip your hand under your night gown. You easily find your clit and apply a little pressure. You bite your lip and let out a soft moan as you let your imagination run wild. Normally you imagined Sidney Poitier or Paul Newman having their way with you but tonight a new face entered your mind.

Oh no.

Brain! No!

Not him! He’s your boss! You whimper at the idea of wanting to fuck the giant man. Stop…

But it felt so good. It was so easy. The idea of his big hands all over you, his lips pressed against your skin.

You let out a quiet whine as you cum far too quickly.

This is bad. This is so bad. But you did manage to relax yourself. You were too tired to overthink it. You’ll figure it out in the morning.

But you didn’t figure it out in the morning. You made Lee his breakfast and sent him off to work before eating something yourself and tackling another mess in his home. You didn’t see him much after your first day. Just in the morning as he got ready for work and, as promised, he normally didn’t make it home in time to see you off. But you kept yourself busy and before you knew it your weekend came. You enjoyed time with your family, took a bus to the city with your mother and sister to shop, went to a movie with some childhood friends, and ended it all with church on Sunday.

And not once did you think about how you got off to the image of your boss. It went to the back of your mind where it belonged and didn’t resurface until early Monday morning.

You let out a soft sigh as you step into Lee’s house. All those images of him unwillingly flood back into your brain as you see him leaning over the kitchen counter looking over the newspaper. His cigarette hangs from his mouth precariously. His weekend clothes are a far cry from his work ensemble. So loose with a slight hint his preferences. You guess his favorite color is red since he owns so many button ups and polos in varying red tones. He also has a collection of colorful socks. They all have interesting patterns and designs. You enjoyed looking at them while folding his laundry.

“Morning,” he greets breaking you from your trance.

“Oh! Good morning,” you squeak in surprise. You hope he didn’t notice you staring.

“Didn’t startle you, did I?

“Yes! I mean no. I mean I don’t-”

“It’s alright,” he chuckles. “It’s early.”

You just nod, taking the out, and place your bag on the table by the door. “What would you like for breakfast this morning?” You ask redirecting your very explicit thoughts.

“I saw you got some thick cut bacon at the store,” he trails expectantly.

“That was meant to be a surprise,” you smile.

“You should’ve hid it better,” Lee grunts.

“Coming right up,” you laugh and head into the kitchen. Lee has Mondays off strangely enough. You think he also has the weekend off. It was odd that he wanted you around on his day off but you did your best to stay quiet and out of the way. It helped that he spent his time outside mostly, working on his garden and mowing the lawn.

He came in a little before noon asking about the lunch you were plating.

“Looks good. Thank you.” You just nod in response as he takes his plate to the dining table leaving you to eat at the kitchen bar.

“You gonna join me?” Lee calls after a moment.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t-“ you start but he reappears just to grab your plate and place it next to his. “I really couldn’t,” you try to explain but he just pulls out the chair next to his and waits for you to sit.

“We can stand here all day staring at each other but I know you’re hungry,” Lee goads when you refuse to budge.

“Fine,” you sigh and roll your eyes.

“See? Ain’t this nice?” Lee laughs while pushing in your chair after you reluctantly sat. You attempt to eat in silence, making yourself as small as possible but the sheriff has other ideas. “My sister said you went to nursing school?” He asks braking your concentration on your green beans.

“Yeah. Um, I graduated from Spelman in Atlanta.”

“Smart girl,” he deduces. “What are you doing cleaning up after me?”

“My mom got sick and there’s no place for a black nurse around here.”

He hums softly in response. “You been to that hospital?” You shake your head softly. “I’d prefer it if you were working there than half those nurses. Some of the meanest women I’ve ever met.” You giggle. “Last time I went in there I swear this woman had never seen a patient in her life. She jabbed me three times to try to get my blood and acted like it was my fault. Ain’t that the first thing y’all learn?”

“Not the first thing,” you smile. “But it’s pretty high on the list.”

“Well, I don’t want you to leave me but I can put in a word for you. Just so there will be someone that can properly draw blood.”

“How do you know I can draw blood?” You smile jokingly.

“You could be worse than that woman but at least you’d be nice to look at.”

“Mr. Bodecker!” You gasp with a smile.

He just smirks back at you. “And what did I tell you about that ‘Mr.’ Shit?”

“Calling you ‘Lee’ is…weird,” you explain shyly glancing away.

“Well, calling me ‘Mr. Bodecker’ is even weirder. Call me fuck face before you call me that.” You can only laugh at his antics, covering your mouth with you hand as you giggle. “Got it?”

“Yes…Lee,” you respond through your laughter.

“Good girl.”

Those word haunt you for the rest of the day and all the way back home. You walked right past your mother with the briefest of greetings on your way to your room. There was left over spaghetti from the night before for dinner so your didn’t have to worry about cooking. You just need to get to your room. You just needed a minute.

Maybe five.

Your hips desperately rocked into your fingers as you think of those two simple little words. That drawl around them. The smirk on his lips as he said them. Fuck! You want to be his good girl forever. It felt so good to be good for him. You whimper into your pillow as you cum around your fingers, soaking your hand. A soft curse escapes your lips. You wish it was Lee’s hand. Lee’s mouth. Lee’s cock…

“Shit.”

This really isn’t good.

Your contact with Lee is minimal for the rest of the week but it all just seems to get worse. The lingering smell of his cologne, the feel of his clothes, his presence left in his house. It’s all so intimate. You can hardly stand it!

Weeks pass like this. You living absolute torture by a man who had no idea what he was doing to you.

Until there’s a lull in one of your days and you hear the strangest noise coming from outside.

You were dusting the selves around the living room when you heard crying outside. It must just be a neighborhood kid but you investigate anyway. When you deduce that it’s coming from the backyard you stick your head out the back door tentatively. Maybe the back neighbor? But it’s coming from a bush…

Maybe the tiny borrower neighbors…

Your speculation that it’s just the neighbors is getting slimmer and slimmer.

You squat down to see under Lee’s freshly planted ground covering and notice a little white ball of fur.

“Oh?” A kitten. Barely even had it’s pretty little blue eyes open. When it sees you, it’s crying gets louder and it toddles its way toward you. “Oh, poor baby. You crying for your momma?” It makes its way to your out stretched hand and continues to scream. You better not mess with it. It’s mom will be back.

Your work day was over two hours later and the screaming has continued nonstop. You find an old sheet and make a little bundle for the baby, a cup full of milk, and your left over turkey from lunch and take it outside. It seems like it could just start eating solids as it gnaws on the turkey slice and happily laps up the milk. “There,” you sigh contently as the kitten stops crying and curls on the makeshift bed you made it. “God, I can’t leave you out here.” You were sure the night time animal activity was pretty minimal but anything was a threat to a kitten this small. And you really can’t bring it home…

You hear the front door open and stiffen. Was it already that late? It takes him a moment to walk out on the back patio but you can’t help but notice the relived look on his face.

“You still here?” You nod and open your mouth to explain but he sees the kitten before you can start. “Where’d that come from?”

“It was in the bushes. I just found it today.”

“Well, bring it in and get it cleaned up. I’ll see if I can find some proper bowls.”

To your surprise, Lee kept the cat overnight.

And when you opened the door the next morning, it stumbled over to you greeting you with a loud meow.

“I told you your momma would be back,” Lee rumbles, his voice is still rough from sleep, coming down the stairs in just a plaid pair of sleeping pants and white tank top. There’s a prominent outline where his cock is and you practically start drooling. You’ve never seen him like this. You want more.

“She’s been crying for you all night. Get her something to eat, will ya?”

“Her?” You ask, shaking yourself from your sex crazed stupor.

“Yeah ‘her’! You gave the little tyke a bath and didn’t notice her lack of balls.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper behind a giggle. Lee disappears back upstairs to finish getting ready while you make breakfast for him and the kitten.

“What are we naming her?” Lee asks, stepping into the kitchen with much more clothes on to your disappointment.

“We?” You ask lifting an eyebrow while you stir grits.

“Yes, momma, we. The kid gotta have a name.” Your face heats at him calling you the kitten’s mom.

“Does that make you her dad?” You smile and place a bowl in front of him as well as a plate of scrambled eggs.

“Kid needs a father,” Lee smirks.

“How about ‘Baby’?”

“Baby, huh?” The sheriff laughs.

“Too simple?”

“Nah, she’s got a ‘Baby’ about her. Definitely gonna be a stripper.”

You laugh softly at his teasing. “Well, what do you suggest? Lee Jr.?”

“Nah. Baby’s good,” Lee grins and starts to eat his food. “So, you got a boy?”

“A boy?” You question placing a bowl of canned tuna in front of Baby leaving her to meow happily and make a mess around her, getting more food on the floor than in her mouth.

“Don’t make me ask you twice?” Lee warns.

You let out a soft sigh. “No. I don’t have a man or a significant other.” He just hums in response, focusing on his eggs. “Do you have a girl?”

“I have you.” You can’t stop your laughter at his statement.

“You don’t have me,” you deny, with a smile.

“Don’t I?” Those bright blues meet your gaze and hold it for a moment. You bite your lip softly wanting nothing more than to be his but you aren’t giving in without a fight. He probably feels so good. His lips probably feel like heaven and he must be amazing to cuddle with. A strong warm body to wrap yourself in. You wish you had him every night. That you could wake up to him every day.

“Even if I don’t have you,” Lee starts again and breaking the spell between you, “I know how to get you to come running to me.”

“How’s that?” Your words come out in a soft whisper. It honestly wouldn’t take much. All he’d have to do is ask.

He gives you a once over from the other side of the kitchen island. His blue eyes gauging you before he answers. “I have your Baby.” You burst into giggles at his words. He’s such a flirt.

“I need to get to work. Watch our little girl for a minute. Daddy,” you add. You can practically hear him purr at the word.

Two can play at this game.

As the weather gets warmer, the days get longer, the less you see of Lee. You make him his breakfast before you leave the night before because he leaves for work early and still gets home late. You watch Baby grow during the day while he watches her at night. The only time you get to talk to him are Mondays and sometimes he still goes into work so you don’t get any quality time.

You miss him.

You miss him immensely.

You sigh while you play with Baby. An old bowtie that Lee got as a gift decorates her neck while she leaps after a ribbon.

“How’s your daddy doing, little girl?” You ask the kitten while she plays. You notice her freshly brushed fur and trimmed nails. He takes such good care of his little girl.

You’ve gotten Lee’s house to the point that basic upkeep was all you needed to do. It left you with a lot of down time. You let Lee know that you weren’t doing much besides fixing his meals but he still wanted you around. So you kept yourself busy. You organized his clothes, cleaned out his garage, and your next task was the basement. The place was full of old stuff left over from when his mother was alive apparently. He explicitly told you to ‘throw all that old shit away’ but it had to be sentimental. He had a reason to keep it at one point. You plan on meticulously going through the boxes, getting rid of moth eaten things, and organizing whatever photos and documents you find. You just felt a need to preserve that for him. Maybe it was because your ancestors were a mystery. Maybe because your history was stolen from you.

You just didn’t want that for anyone else.

Baby follows you down into the dim underbelly of the house. There were boxes stacked on boxes stacked on boxes. You definitely had your work cut out for you.

You get so lost in your work, you almost forget about Lee’s dinner. The only thing that reminds you is Baby crying for her lunch. You quickly run upstairs to make a quick gumbo that you can leave simmering while you go back to work.

You come across a box full of old photos that obviously weren’t taken in America. This must be Lee’s family. There’s a woman that jumps out at you in a lot of them. She looks so much like his sister. This must be their mom. She’s beautiful.

You find a smaller box and place all the photos in it carefully. You’ll sort them later. You fill another box of stained and damaged clothes and tug it toward the stairs. You might have to have Lee haul it to the trash for you.

“You still here, momma?” Well, speak of the devil. Baby goes running to greet her father

“I’m down here, Lee,” you call up the basement stairs. Lee’s form fills the door at the top of the steps and you let out a relieved sigh.

“What’re you still doing here? It’s late,” Lee sighs descending the steps to you. He’s in his full uniform. You can see how he’d be so intimidating out in the world. He such a big man.

“It is?” You whisper in embarrassment. “I got kinda distracted.”

He glances around at the meticulous organizing you’re doing before leveling a hard gaze on you. “I told you to throw it out. Not create a bigger mess.”

“You can’t just throw it all away, Lee. I’m sure some things are sentimental,” you insist.

“I can do whatever I want! It’s my house and I want it gone,” Lee frowns at you. You take a frustrated breath and cross your arms. He gives you an amused look. “Are you sassing me?”

“I don’t know, am I?” You counter, pulling your lips to the side, unimpressed by all of it.

“Why can’t you just throw it away?”

“Because I don’t want you to miss it,” you argue placing your hands on your hips.

“Why would I miss it? It’s just a bunch of hoarded garbage.”

“What if your kids want to see it? Or your sister’s kids?”

“They will never see that.” He glares at you resolutely. There’s finality to his statement but you’re far from done with this argument.

“But, Lee-“

“That’s enough. Get your butt up those stairs. We’re gonna eat and then I’m taking you home.” You let out a disgruntled huff and press passed him. He grips your elbow, halting you in your tracks, and pulling you back towards him. If you weren’t so frustrated with him, you’d be a flustered mess from being this close but right now you just want to knock some sense into him.

You frown up at him, his icy gaze searching yours, waiting for you to break under is scrutiny but you refuse. You’re too feisty for that. He had every intention on telling you to watch your mouth, fix your attitude, that he’s the one in charge around here. But he knows all that is a lie. There’s no arguing with you and you’ve been running this place since he brought you home. Lee finally sighs before releasing you.

He can control you about as much as he can control Baby.

“Let’s just eat something and calm down, alright? I miss seeing you. I don’t want to spend the evening arguing.” You blink up at him. You could just go home. You don’t have to stay.

But you miss him, too.

You nod once and head upstairs. You call home to let your mom know you’ll be late before setting two places at the table while Lee changes up stairs.

It’s a tension filled dinner full of clipped responses and frustrated eye rolls, mostly on your end. To Lee’s credit, he’s making every effort to be civil. You’re just being stubborn for a future you have no real vested interest in. You finish your food with Baby curled on your lap, completely oblivious to the tension between her parents.

Lee gets up and starts clearing the table. You start to get up to help him but he just presses a hand to your shoulder. “Sit. The baby’s sleeping.” You smile up at him and settled back down while he cleans the kitchen. Your fingers stroke Baby’s soft fur. She looks so comfortable. You can’t help but close your eyes as well, leaning back in the chair comfortably.

You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep until you awaken in Lee’s arms. You gasp, jerking in his grip making him chuckle softly.

“Calm down. You’re alright.” You settle back into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his shoulders comfortably.

You’ll let him take you wherever he wants like this.

“I’m still mad at you,” you mutter, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“I know.” He lowers you onto a bed. You instantly recognize the floral comforter of the spare bedroom bed. Baby happily curls up near your head while Lee sits on the side of the bed. “We’re not supposed to go to bed angry,” Lee smiles down at you as you watch him. He presses a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I’m not the one not making any sense,” you yawn, stretching across the bed to get comfortable.

“Alright. Can I explain?”

“It’s your house,” you parrot.

Lee holds his tongue but he wants to tell that mouth of yours off so bad. Then he wants to kiss it until you can’t think straight…

“No one can see that stuff, momma.”

“Why?”

Lee groans at the thought of even needing to explain it. He scrubs his eyes but your stare is unwavering, giant brown orbs waiting for a good explanation.

“It’s easier to just integrate, to forget that I’m from somewhere else, than to be an immigrant.”

“Is that right?” You smirk, completely unimpressed. “Must be nice.” You roll away to face away from him, staring at the wall.

“Look, I don’t,” Lee groans, frustratedly. “I didn’t choose this. My mother never even taught me Romanian. She never talked about it. Never once mentioned my father. She wanted us to be American. Nothing else. She wanted it to be easier for us.” You roll your eyes at the idea. The ridiculousness of it all. “I know you can never take off your skin color. It will never be easier for you. But I can help. I want to help.”

“Do you have any idea what I would give to know where I came from?” You whisper, tears stinging your eyes. “And you just want to throw that away?” Your voice breaks at the last word.

“Hey,” Lee soothes, pulling you to his chest. “You know this world we live in. You’re either white or nothing.”

“The world won’t always be like this, Lee!” You cry, pressing away from him.

“I hope to God it won’t. But for right now, everyone else need protection. I just don’t want you to be hurt. I don’t want anyone to be hurt.”

Tears spring from your eyes. “It’s all so stupid.”

“I know.” Lee pulls you into his arms as you cry into his shoulder. “It’s ridiculous. I hate it. I hate it so much.” He holds you while you cry, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your temple. You eventually sniffle and start to calm down.

“You still mad at me?” Lee mutters, squeezing you a little tighter.

“No,” you grumble. You’re mad at the entire situation but you can’t stay mad at Lee. Lee just hums and continues to rub your back.

“Stay here tonight.”

“Oh no! I can’t! I should really go home,” you trail.

“That wasn’t a question. You’re gonna stay right here. I need you close.”

“My mom will throw a fit,” you warn.

“I’ll explain it all to her,” Lee smiles watching you. Pinning you under his pale gaze.

“You’re going to explain how a single man and a single woman stayed in a house together and nothing happened?” You laugh darkly as you rub at your swollen eyes.

“I don’t mind bending the truth for you,” Lee smirks. “Besides, it won’t be a lie if you stay in your room and I stay in mine.” He pulls one of your hands from your face to rub the back of it with his thumb.

“What if I have a nightmare?” You whisper.

“Well,” Lee clears his throat and the most naughty look crosses his features, “you can always come tell me about it.” Lee’s hand slides from yours to grip your thigh. “You know where everything is.”

You smile up at the man and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight, daddy.”

“Goodnight, momma.” He pats Baby on the head before leaving the room.

You take a calming breath and settle into the loaned bed before picking your way to the guest bathroom to get cleaned up. You find a set of pjs Lee left for you on the counter. You’re absolutely swimming in the shirt and the pants won’t stay on your hips so you forgo them but they’re so comfortable and smelt of him.

There was so much of him in this house.

You sigh softly and curl around Baby but sleep is fleeting in the unfamiliar environment. You try to be good and stay put. You really do. But thirty minutes into your attempt, Baby gets up and starts scratching at the closed door. You call her back to bed but she just ignores you so you get up to let her out and watch her trot right up to Lee’s door to start scratching there. She must miss sleeping with her daddy.

You probably would, too.

You were sure he’d hear the little kitten whining outside of his door, but when he doesn’t answer you go to let her in. You start with a tentative knock before opening the door to his call.

Lee’s sitting on his bed in just his boxers, a lit cigarette in his hand. You know you should be more flustered but your body moves all on its own. It knows where home is. Lee doesn’t even say a word. He just opens his arms and accepts you into his lap as you press kisses to his lips. A bit chapped and he smelled of smoke but you knew you were right where you need to be.

“Nightmare?” Lee smirks as you pull away for air.

You smile and shake your head. “Your little girl missed you.”

“Can’t fuck with her routine.” Lee pulls you back into him. You didn’t know how much was actually wrong until you felt this right. Strong arms wrapped around you, cradled so delicately against a warm body. Your fingers cling to Lee’s shoulders while his hands encircle your waist. “Stay with me?” This was a question. A request really. One you can’t say no to. You nod once and curl back into him. He pulls you down into the bed, holding you tightly against him. Lee takes a last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and focusing solely on you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you in my bed,” Lee sighs, pressing his face into your shoulder. His stubble tickles your skin so pleasantly making you smile. You probably have an idea but you keep that to yourself as one of your fantasies plays out.

Here, comfort is easy to find. It feels right, smells right. It’s better than your own bed. Baby curls up on the pillow behind you. Her soft purrs lulling you as Lee strokes to back of your neck, his fingers tracing the top of your spine, exploring just a little under your borrowed shirt. Just enough to keep you warm and close. You let out a soft content sigh and fall asleep almost instantly.

Waking up is hard. You don’t remember sleeping so deeply. You attempt to detangle yourself from the unfamiliar sheets before you feel a body behind you. The events of the previous night flood back to your mind as you stretch and yawn. “Lee?” He hums softly, thwarting your attempt to sit up as he immediately pulls you back down against him.

You smile at his stubborn tiredness. “We have to get up.”

“We’re playing hooky,” he mumbles.

Hooky? Is the sheriff allowed to just take the day off? “What about me?” You laugh tiredly.

“What about ‘we’re’ don’t you understand?” Lee grumbles.

“Are you sure?” You ask in disbelief.

“Go back to sleep, momma.” Getting some extra rest did sound amazing. You turn over, giving your shoulder a break, and curl back up in Lee’s embrace. You rest your head on his warm chest, your fingers curling into the thick hair there. You close your eyes as your leg wraps over Lee’s hips. Sure, you could just fall back to sleep. Falling back asleep sounded amazing…

“Lee,” you whisper. He lets out another gruff hum. “I’ve never slept at a man’s house before.”

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he chuckles.

“No!” You quickly deny. “I’ve just never stayed over.”

A deep hum rumbles through his body. “Glad I could be your first.” You smile up at him and place a kiss on his lips. “One more,” he requests softly and you happily obliged. “Last one?” You giggle and kiss him again. “Can’t get enough of those pretty lips pretty girl.” You curl into his side and actually start to nod off.

For a moment.

Before Baby leaps onto the bed and lets out a questioning chirp.

“Now you’ve gone and woke the baby,” Lee accuses turning over to hold you with both arms.

“Me?” Your voice causes the kitten to let out a happy meow and jumps over Lee to lick your nose. “Oh! Baby!” You laugh pulling her from your face.

He yawns and squeezes you. “She never does that to me.”

“She’s happy her momma’s here,” you goad. Lee retaliates by spanking you softly. “Aren’t you so happy your mommy’s here? You don’t have to play with your mean old daddy,” you coo at the little kitten, stroking her stomach when she rolls over for pets.

Lee’s big hand runs over your stomach much more intimately than any other touch he’s given you. His thumb runs just under your breast sending heat radiating straight down to your pussy.

“If you two are busy playing,” his hand comes to a rest between your breasts as he rolls over you slightly, pinning you under him, “who’s gonna play with me?” You let out a soft gasp. Your hips lift to find any kind of friction for your core but your lack of panties makes that impossible.

Until Lee’s thigh fills that space. You let out a soft whimper as he grinds back against you.

“Do you need daddy to play with you, too, momma?” You can’t find your voice but you can nod. Lee kisses just behind your ear and you feel like you’re floating. “Let me hear you tell me.” He grinds a little harder against your fluttering core making your whine.

“I-I need you, daddy,” you whimper into the pillow.

His voice is a deep rumble through him as he nuzzles his face against your neck, nipping lightly at your ear lobe. “What do you need?”

Ugh! This should be criminal. His thumb strays to brush against your clothed nipple making you arch against him.

“Need you, Lee!” You cry out.

“That’s all you had to say.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “Since you’ve never stayed with a man then I’m guessing you’ve been missing out on the joys of mornin’ sex?”

“Uh-huh,” you whine, your hips gyrating against his thick thigh, taking what you need from him.

“Well, that’s one of the best games a man and a woman can play.” His fingers undo the top couple buttons of your borrowed pjs just enough for your bare cleavage to show through.

“When do we start, daddy?” You breathe. You’re so close. So fucking close. Lee can barely focus on anything but the way your hips move for him and you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels against you. “Oh fuck,” you groan as you cum against his thigh.

“Now,” Lee smiles watching you come apart before him. Your thighs constrict around his as you feel your high pulsing through you. Your whole body rolls slightly at how good it feels until a telltale bulge presses into you. You let out a soft, surprised chirp and roll your head to face him. Your hand finds his soft belly and travels lower and lower until you can palm his hard on.

Oh. He’s big.

You bite your lower lip and grip him through his boxers.

“Now, look who’s playing,” Lee grunts and sits up to press his boxers down. You unbutton your shirt the rest of the way before Lee notices. “Come here, beautiful.” He pulls you onto his lap and presses your shirt from your shoulders. “Gorgeous,” he sighs and palms your breasts.

“Me or my boobs?” You smile.

“Both.” You giggle and reach between your thighs to jack him off. He makes the most blissed out face. It’s gorgeous. You rub the bead of precum he produces over his tip and down his shaft and, God, you can’t wait for him to fill you up.

“You do have condoms, don’t you? Or do you really want another baby?”

“I’d love to have a baby with you,” Lee mutters pining you with those icy eyes. Your pussy flutters just thinking about him fucking you until you’re pregnant and completely full of him. “Top drawer.” He nods to one of the bedside tables and you shake yourself from your perverted thoughts. You climb over him to find them giving him the perfect view of your ass. He grips it roughly as you rummage through his beside table until you find what you’re looking for.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know exactly where they are,” Lee jokes as you reclaim his lap.

“I don’t go through your things,” you quickly deny.

“Then you’d have no idea where I put my spare car keys?”

“First drawer in the table by the door,” you recite quickly.

“Don’t go through my things, huh?” Your face heats after he catches you red handed but Lee only laughs at your embarrassment. “This is practically your house, momma. I’d expect you to know where everything is. Now, if we can get back to what we were doing,” he trails making you smile and focus back on his cock.

You roll the condom down his shaft as you continue to jack him off until he’s practically begging for you. Then you finally lift your hips to feel the bliss of his heavy cock filling you so perfectly.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whine as he stretches you.

“God, you’re tight,” Lee grunts. You hold yourself there with him deep inside of you as your body adjusts. You could live on this cock alone. You take a shuttering breath before finally meeting his gaze again. “Come ‘er, momma,” Lee groans pulling you down to his chest. He flips you onto your side and pulls your thigh over his hip once more. “Liked having you like this. Felt so good.” You start to rock your hips experimentally making Lee groan out your name. Your hips roll into his while he holds your ass, encouraging your pleasure, until you find that spot. Deep inside of you, there’s a little spot that you know will have you screaming in no time. You aim Lee’s tip there over and over leaving you a whining mess for him.

“Right there? Is that where you want me?” Lee asks with a small smile. You can only nod and push further into his chest. Lee chuckles at the mess you’ve made of yourself and can only think of how much more he’s going to ruin you.

He rolls you completely under him, his bulk a settling weight over you. Lee carefully arranges your thighs around him, placing them safely over his own.

Then he fucking destroys you.

You don’t know where you end and he begins but you know it’s perfect. Your voice comes out in sharp shouts at the peak of each of his thrusts. “That’s my girl,” Lee grunts as he rails into you. His movements so precise. So perfect. His weight, his hold on you. It’s all so good.

Lee presses a kiss you your lips to still your whimpers but you can’t help it, it feels so right. Your cries get louder as you feel that knot inside you get tighter and higher. One of your thighs hooks around his back while the other presses into his hips. Just a little more. Just a little deeper…

“Right there! Please, Lee! Right th-aaah ah ah ah!” You squeak as you cum undone. Your eyes flutter shut and stars dance behind you lids as waves of pleasure pulse through you.

You hips spasm into Lee’s sporadically as he chuckles breathlessly. “That good, momma?” You can only bite your lip and squirm under him in response. He presses his lips against yours once more, kissing you until you come back around and start kissing him back. Your hands cup his face pulling him into more kisses before wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re amazing, daddy,” you sigh contently against his lips.

He grins back at you before rolling back over on his back, pulling you with him. “Your turn.” You smile sheepishly at your chance to pleasure him.

“My turn,” you whisper. Your hands find his shoulders and lean over him, finding some leverage on your knees.

You bounce on his hips experimentally, feeling his girth drag against your walls until he’s back against that spot but this is for him…

You spread your legs a little wider to allow for his frame to fit a little more comfortably between them. Then you lean back, one hand resting somewhere near his knee while the other rubs his soft belly. Your hips loose another experimental wave before letting go and humping into him. It feels like he’s ripping you apart in such a good way. Lee’s hand finds your hip as he guides you slightly but you didn’t need much. You seemed to fit each other perfectly. Know each other carnally. Neither of you need much coaching. It all seemed to flow.

“Fuck, momma. That’s it. Little faster,” he spanks your thigh to egg you on.

“You like that, daddy?” You smile.

“I fucking love that,” Lee groans. You lean over him to press a kiss to his lips while you continue to ride him. Fuck he feels so heavy and good and right inside of you. You let out a soft moan.

So perfect.

His other hand wraps around you and starts to help you along, thrusting up into you and meeting your soft waves. Curses tumble from your lips every time he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of you until it starts to feel like he’s aiming for it. Over and over until you’re like jello in his grip, holding on limply while he fucks you within an inch of your life.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, momma,” Lee groans.

“Please, Lee! I need you,” you babble, so close to your own breaking point.

“Gonna get you there,” he promises and his thrust get rougher and faster and he knows right where he needs to abuse you. Before you know it you’re gasping and tossing your head back in a silent scream as you cum around him.

“Shit,” Lee groans and quickly follows you, spilling his seed into the condom still buried inside of you. You both pant for air, watching each other as you glow in your after shocks.

Those bright blue eyes watch you, taking all of you in from your mussed hair to your soft curves. “You okay, momma?” Lee asks after catching his breath. You just nod and collapse into his warm chest. He chuckles softly and wraps his arms around you. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” you counter with a small smile burying your face in his chest. You could stay like this forever.

But Lee’s growling stomach says otherwise.

“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” You attempt to pull away but Lee keeps his grip on you.

“I’ll help,” he insists and help he does. Helps by swatting your behind under his borrowed shirt and helps by pressing kisses to your neck while you fry eggs and he really helps when he pulls down his pants and has you keep his cock warm for him while he eats. He’s such a good helper you think as he rails you against the dining room table after he finishes his breakfast.

Lunch are simple ham and cheese sandwiches after you choke on his cock and dinner is your pussy spread over the kitchen counter right before your roast finishes in the oven.

You really don’t want to leave but you didn’t have a change of clothes and living the rest of your life in Lee’s borrowed shirts didn’t seem practical. So Lee begrudgingly takes you home after a long day of hard work with his help.

“Where the hell have you been?” Your mother shouts the moment you set foot through the door, breaking you from the spell Lee put you under.

You freeze before you even have a chance to close the door behind you. “Get in this house before anyone else sees you running the streets!” You’re floored by the accusation but follow her direction and silently stepping into the house.

“Where are have you been?” She repeats a little more calmly but you know better. There’s a level of anger you’ve never met under that calm.

“I called and told you I’d be at Lee’s late.” Yesterday you don’t add and hope she forgets all about that by keeping your tone even.

“Lee’s?” You mother frowns. “That’s awfully familiar for the sheriff.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath. Were you really about to get yelled at because of this?

“Girl, you know I don’t allow that kind of back talk in my house. Now, you told me you’d be home late and then we never heard another word from you for an entire day! Where have you been?”

Oh boy.

“Well, it’s just that, mom. I lost track of time and stayed late so he had me stay for dinner and at that point it was so late he just told me to stay in the guest room. I didn’t want to call and wake the whole house…”

“I don’t care if you wake the whole neighborhood. I want to know where my daughters are once the sun sets.”

This is ridiculous.

“Mom, I’ve been in an entirely different state for the past six years,” you argue.

“As long as you’re under my roof, you’re under my rules! You could’ve been dead in a ditch! You could’ve been hanging!”

“Oh, mother! Honestly,” you sigh, stamping your foot lightly on the ground.

“To your room. Now.”

“I’m almost 30. You can’t just send me to my room,” you argue. “I’m only here to take care of you. Not to be treated like a child. I should be in California but I’m stuck here. For you. And as long as I’m here for you, I can do whatever I want outside of this house!”

Shock is written all over your mother’s face by your words. You’re shocked by your words. You’ve never talked back to your mother. The look of hurt and anguish on her face is heartbreaking.

You take a calming breath and move to sit on the couch across from her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t speak to you that way.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” she agrees.

“I haven’t done anything to make it seem like I’ll make bad decisions in life, have I?” You ask the woman, resting your elbows on your knees tiredly. “I didn’t drop out of college, get pregnant, and work at a dinner. I’m not the one that needs to be policed. If I want to spend the night at my boss’s house, then you just have to trust me.”

She watches you for a moment. “What’s he like?” She finally questions.

You contemplate the question for a moment. “He’s very sweet. And so smart. We have a cat. Her name is Baby. He just wants to help people.”

“Was it good?” She laughs.

“Mother!” You cry out of embarrassment, covering your face.

“You can tell me,” she smiles. “He’s a good looking man. I may be sick but I still have eyes, girl.”

You regard her with a shy smile for a moment before deciding to answer. “It was amazing.” She cackles at your answer making you giggle. “I hear a lot of talk about white men but I’ve never heard anything about Europeans,” she trails.

“Alright, I’m not talking about this anymore,” you laugh and stand up. “What do you want for dinner?”

“What’d you make Lee?” Your face immediately heats as you spin away to the kitchen.

“Not talking about it!” You cry as you rush away.

You hum softly to the radio while sweeping. It was a hot day. The sun was working over time but you were enjoying the slight breeze from open windows and the freshly made lemonade and iced tea you conjured up this morning. But that wasn’t the only thing changing. Lee was taking Mondays off again and sometimes Fridays. You loved when he took Fridays off. Lee was always in such a good mood. You’d let yourself in and crawl into his bed and curl up next to his warm sleeping body. Sometimes he’d fuck you until you couldn’t think straight and sometimes you’d just sleep in and only get out of bed because of Baby’s screaming.

This morning was one of those fuck your brains out mornings.

It left you feeling like you were walking on a cloud. It always made it impossible to do actual work in this condition. Lee didn’t expect you to. He expected you to be his little house wife on days like this. To serve him food and ride his dick accordingly. And you were happy to oblige.

“This one’s about you, Baby,” you smile at the cat perched on the back of Lee’s couch as she watches the broom go back and forth. Desi Arnez’s voice crones through the speakers with one of the songs from the popular sitcom.

“There’s a brand new baby at our house, the nicest little gift we've ever had,” you sing along, dancing around the broom while Baby watches on in amusement.

You remain oblivious to a second set of eyes on you, watching you twirl gracefully around the living room. You’re so beautiful.

Lee waits until you’re facing away from him to make his move. He slinks up behind you and wraps his arms comfortably around your waist making you jump in surprise.

“Oh, Lee!” You giggle swatting his arm.

“Did I scare you, momma?” He chuckles before burying his face in your neck and dancing along with you. Your hands wrap over his while you sway to the music. He releases you into a turn before pulling you back into him. “I didn’t know you liked dancing,” Lee sighs into your skin.

“You never asked,” you smile.

“I should take you out.”

“That would imply that we’re actually dating.”

“Aren’t we?” He questions but you know it’s not really a question. This is something the two of you have yet to really flesh out. Dating meant marriage and marriage meant…

“You know I can’t stay here forever,” you remind the sheriff gently.

“Can’t you?” There’s another one of those fake questions. He knows you can’t. You have a passion beyond cleaning houses. You want to help people. “You can just move in here. I’ll take care of you. Give you whatever you want. Give you a baby.”

“We have a baby, Lee,” you smile sadly. He spins you in his grip to make you face him but you avoid his gaze.

“Look at me-“

“Lee.”

“I’ll talk to administrators over there-“

“Lee.”

“I’m the law around here and what I say goes-“

“Lee!”

“And I want you to stay!”

“I won’t work somewhere I’m not wanted!” You cry, finally looking up at him. “Every day will be an uphill battle and I don’t want to fight.”

“Not even for me?”

Shit.

That breaks you. You didn’t know how much of a hold he had on your heart until this moment. Could you leave him? Leaving him would mean one of the most devastating things in your life just happened. Could you live without his comfort? Without running home to him when you could no longer run home?

“I-I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whisper, dropping your head to his chest.

“I would never let you do it on your own. You know that. You’ll always have me. You just need to choose me, too.”

He makes it sound so simple. Like he can just go in and threaten an entire hospital and come out victorious. But you know better. That’s a fairy tale and the real world doesn’t work like that.

He holds you like that for a long moment. Long enough for Baby to come paw at your skirt to check on you.

“Your momma’s trying to get rid of us, little girl.” The kitten screams up at you as if she knows exactly what Lee’s talking about. Her giant blue eyes stare up at you expectantly. Just like her daddy’s.

“Lee,” you warn, not wanting to discuss it anymore.

“One date,” he asks. “I’ll come pick you up and we’ll dance all night. Then you can tell me to leave you alone and it will go back to me being your boss and nothing else.”

“But Lee-“

“It’s gotta end somewhere,” he argues. “We can’t keep playing house forever.”

Can’t we?

You got all dolled up under the scrutiny of your sister and mother. “Who are you going out with? Where are you going?” You just ignore them while blushing your cheeks. You don’t know why you’re getting so dressed up. Lee’s seen you at your worst and still seems to find something he likes. It was nice knowing you didn’t have to look your best for him. That was the kind of thing you wanted in a man.

There were a lot of things about Lee you wanted…

But you couldn’t stay here.

Right?

You can’t stay here?

It’s backward and racist. You have a one way ticket to California. A brand new place built on different principles. You could finally kiss this bible belt southern town goodbye for good. And that’s exactly what you want?

You’d find someone your age. Maybe a lawyer or a doctor.

But they wouldn’t be Lee.

There’s a knock at the front door while you apply your powder numbly.

“I’ll get it,” you sister sighs and makes her way to the door. You hear Lee’s deep drawl and you’re instantly drawn in. His voice, his laugh.

“You’re in love.”

Your gaze snaps up to your mother in the mirror’s reflection. There’s a smug look on her face that says it all. “You’re in love and you’re scared.” She shrugs with a soft laugh. “The heart wants what the heart wants. Stop fighting it, girl.” She leaves to go greet Lee and tell him you’ll be out in a minute.

Tears start to fill your eyes. Is it that obvious? Are you in love? How were you supposed to go out and have a good time with all of this on your mind? A tear escapes your control as you hear your mom directing him back to your room. You attempt to quickly wipe it away but he sees you just as you dab at your eye with a tissue.

“You that upset to go out with me?” Lee jokes, leaning against the door frame. He looks so nice in a blue dress shirt and slacks. Like your own personal dream. You just want him to hold you but you don’t want depend on him. Right? You want to be your own woman but you want to be his so badly…

He gives your reflection a once over. “You look fucking gorgeous, momma. Too beautiful to be crying.”

“I’m just feeling a little lost,” you admit after sniffling softly.

“Well, finish up. We’ll talk in the car.” You nod slightly and attempt to finish you makeup quickly while your family entertains Lee.

This is as good as it’s going to get. You give yourself one last once over. You brush a hand down your blush pink dress and make sure your curls are perfectly placed. Some part of the back of your mind reminds you that you need to look good on Lee’s arm and that not just anyone can go out with the sheriff. You need to put on a smile and act like everything is-

You quickly squash that notion. Lee’s never expected any more of you than to take care of yourself, him, and Baby. That wasn’t going to change now.

You take a deep breath and step into the living room. Lee is instantly on his feet. “There’s my girl.” Your face heats as you look away.

“You mind your manners and have a good time,” your mother bids placing a kiss on your cheek before Lee wraps his arm around you.

“She’s in good hands,” he promises and leads you out to his car. “We have a reservation to make,” Lee sighs opening the door for you.

You give him a dubious look when he settles into the driver’s seat. “None of the restaurants around here need a reservation,” you frown skeptically.

“We ain’t eating around here,” he smirks. “Come here, momma. What’s going on in that pretty head?” You smile slightly up at him before sliding across the bench to sit at his side. His strong arm wraps around you as you rest your hand on his belly. “Or we can just cuddle if you don’t feel like talking.” He rubs his hand up and down your arm comfortingly. You don’t exactly feel like talking but it seems like you have a bit of a drive ahead of you. He peels out of your neighborhood and on to the main road as the radio crones on with big band music.

“I want to talk,” you whisper. Lee only pulls his hand away for a moment to turn off the radio before focusing back on you. His hand finds your waist and pulls you a little closer. “I-I don’t want to stay here, Lee. You know that. But I love you. I can’t see having to go on without you. I don’t want to go on without you.”

A soft hum rumbles through him before he speaks. “Then what are we going to do about that?”

“I’ll apply for the local hospital again, I guess.”

“You guess?” Lee jokes. “Or you can be my little stay at home wife. Pretend you’re in California all you want. I’ll plant some palm trees and put in a pool. You can take care of Baby all day. She would love that.”

You laugh softly. “Maybe I’ll have to be your own personal nurse. Take care of my big strong man when he’s sick.”

“Will you dress up in one of those skimpy little outfits?”

“For you, of course.”

You reach up to press a kiss to his cheek but he pulls you back for a quick kiss. “I love you so much, momma. I’d do anything for you. Don’t ever forget that.” You nod and let out a little giggle. “Now, give me another kiss.” You happily oblige. “One more. So fucking good for me. Now sit back before I have to stop this car and remind you why you love me so much.” You let out a laugh and curl back into him.

A little over an hour later, he stops at a very popular looking club in Columbus.

“We came all the way out here to go dancing?” You smile, scooting across the car bench to look out the window.

“The clubs in town are stale as hell,” Lee sighs and moves to get out of the car.

“Wait!” You cry, stopping him as the valet reaches his door. “Thank you for this, daddy.” You press another kiss to his lips that quickly turns into a show for the valet.

“Save some of that energy for later,” Lee smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead before finally stepping out of the car.

You expected to get all kind of looks: the sheriff out with that little black girl that ran off to the big city and had to come crawling back with her tail between her legs…alright, no one’s ever said that but you know someone’s thinking it. Maybe. But this far from home…

No one knows you here. They don’t even seem to care that you’re different races. It was…nice. You giggle softly as Lee dips you only to pull you back up into a soft kiss.

“I’m really glad I said yes,” you smile as he holds you close.

“So much for all those tears,” Lee chuckles making you roll your eyes. That was one time. “I gotta talk to you,” Lee mutters against your lips before pulling you back to your table. “I didn’t know a good time to tell you this but I talked to one of the managers at the hospital.”

“Ugh, Lee! I don’t want to think about that drama! Can’t we just enjoy our night?” You whine taking a drink of your cocktail.

“You think I’d tell you bad news right now? I’m trying to get laid tonight.” You can’t help but laugh at him. “Got you another interview.”

“But we just talked about this,” you argue in disbelief. You literally just told him you’d stay less than an hour ago in the car.

“I might have done some shit behind your back,” the sheriff admits. When you let out an annoyed huff but he quickly continues. “I just knew you wouldn’t leave me.”

“So sure of yourself.” You roll your eyes at him. “And what’d you do to get this interview? Hold him up at gun point?”

“Somethin’ like that,” Lee drawls, leaning back in his chair with a smug look on his face. You just smile and shake your head at him. “All we did was talk. I promise no one got hurt. No threats were made.”

“Really?”

“Why would I lie to you, momma?”

“You’d certainly arrange things without telling me,” you pout but then give him a once over, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He is doing this for you, too. He knew how hard it was being away from family while you were in school. You loved your independence but you liked the comfort of having a steady place that’s home. He wanted to be that home. Your steady place.

You don’t want anything else in the world besides that.

“I guess you’re getting laid tonight.”

He gives you a shit eating grin that tells you all you need to know before leaning back on the table. “How do you plan on thanking me?”

“What would you like, daddy?” You ask innocently, looking at him through your lashes. “I can suck your big, fat dick? Or keep you warm all night? Or maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck a baby into me.”

“Fuck, momma,” Lee groans before adjusting his pants not so subtly. “You done here? I gotta get you home.”

“Maybe we should get a hotel,” you suggest thinking about how long the drive is.

“Car’s free,” Lee grins pulling you from your seat and toward the door.

It doesn’t take him long to find a dark alley and it takes you absolutely no time find yourself on your knees at his side choking on his cock.

“Fuck, momma,” Lee groans spanking your ass as it wiggles in the air. “Didn’t know you had all that in you.” You let out a satisfying hum as you swallow him making him moan. You feel his fingers hitching up your dress inch by inch. He spanks you again once he clears the fabric and grips your cheek through your panties. “That’s it. My perfect girl.” He slides his hand under the fabric to find your slit already soaking for him. “You want my cock, momma? You’re so wet for me.” You nod as much as you can around him and Lee grips the roots of your hair, dragging your face up to meet his with a sloppy kiss. You moan into his mouth as you cup his face with your hands, feeling the rough stubble from the day.

Lee lets out a soft grunt as he repositions you across the car bench. His face nuzzles kisses against your neck. “I love you so fucking much. You know that, momma?” He mutters. His finger trace the band of your underwear before slipping them down your legs. You can only whimper as your mind races to how he’s going to destroy you.

“Need you, daddy.”

Those bright blue eye flick up to you, pinning you with his gaze. “You got me,” he assures you. You hear his belt buckle and moments later he’s stretching your core to its max. He’s so big and fills you so perfectly. You can feel every bump and vein and it’s so right. You’ve had sex with him regularly but this time felt special. You’ve never taken a man raw before. You felt ready.

Lee’s hips start to thrust into you erasing everything from your mind but him. He knows you so well that he doesn’t need to search for that spot. He just goes straight for it and has you screaming for him. Your stockinged foot finds the steering wheel for a bit of leverage so you can thrust back into him.

His hand grips the back of your thigh, helping you out while he folds you into yourself just so he can get a little deeper. You curse as he grinds against that spot mercilessly. His weight is so comfortable on top of you. You always want this. You want him by your side, to wake up next to him every day, to grow old with him. And as he gets you so close to your peak, you know you can’t live without him. “Lee! Fuck! P-please! I’m so close!”

A soft chuckle emits from the man before he presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re falling apart for me. Let go. I’ll catch you.”

You nod vigorously. Your eyes squeeze shut as your focus is set on your core and how much pressure he’s putting on you.

Whimpers falls from your lips as your hips sputter into his smooth thrusts, chasing your high.

“Please, please, please, please,” you chant just loud enough for Lee to hear.

“Begging for it now?” Lee laughs. His hips snap into yours now, giving you exactly what you need.

You’re a whining whimpering mess when you finally cum. Stars shoot across your closed lids as you try to smoother your face between the bench and Lee’s kisses.

“Good girl. Always my good girl,” Lee praises. Your body clenches around him at his words and he instantly knows something new about you.

He pulls away from your kiss covered jaw to watch you with an amused look. Your body is still writhing with pleasure under him and he can’t wait to give you move.

“You like being my good girl, momma? Wanna keep me happy?”

You moan at his words, humping against him, wanting him to move again but he continues to grind into the spot driving you crazy.

“Use your words,” he chuckles brushing a mussed curl from your forehead.

“I-I wanna be your good girl,” you whimper, finally cracking your eyes open to meet his gaze.

“Then you’ll make me happy and stay here?”

You stare at him for a beat before you nod. “I’ll stay.”

A smile spreads across his lips before he gets back to destroying you.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, your core keeps squeezing him mercilessly but you can’t control it. He can’t control it either as he slams into you despite your grip on him. You need him so bad. You need him to make you his wife. You need to take care of him. You need him to take care of you. You’ve never needed anything or anyone so bad in your adult life.

“You feel amazing, momma. Made just for me, you know that?”

“I’m yours,” you cry, your head tossed back against the seat so close to your peak again.

“All mine,” Lee sighs. “You gonna cum with me?”

“Uh huh!” You exhale. “Wanna be your good girl! Wanna cum for you, daddy!”

“Fuck!” Lee growls gripping your thigh a little tighter. The thought that it might bruise ghosts through your mind but you welcome it. He’s leaving his mark on you. Claiming you. It just makes you hotter. Tighter. Wetter.

“That’s it, momma. Cum for me,” he begs, his hips snapping into yours now.

So close. So close. Just a little- “Lee-eh-eh-eak!” You scream as you cum, spilling onto his stomach and the base of his cock. Lights flash behind your lids and you’re left a moaning mess as he fills you to the brim. You feel his seed leak past your lips to pool between you but he stays buried deep as ribbons of cum paint your insides, ready to do it’s job and make sure you’re full of him for the next nine months.

Of course, you know that its a relatively safe day for unprotected sex.

But part of you hopes it took.

Lee’s breaths come in quiet huffs as you writhe under him. He stays buried in you while he slowly softens, giving you just that little bit of extra friction. “You alright, momma?” He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips. You chase after them blindly as he pulls away, not ready to open your eyes. No ready for the euphoria to end.

“More kisses,” is your only response and Lee happily obliges. He bombards you with kisses until you’re both gasping for air and space. Lee lets out a soft sigh and sits up, pulling you up with him. He easily slips from you and you contract, attempting to keep all of his essence inside.

“Fuck,” Lee chuckles seeing his handy work between your legs. “Look at you just leaking with cum. You’re gonna make me hard again.” You smile and glance away, embarrassed. “Let me clean you up.” Lee finds his handkerchief in his back pocket and gently cleans up your core. “Relax or you’ll be holding it the entire drive,” he jokes. You let out a soft sigh and attempt to push out what you’ve been holding on to. “Good girl,” Lee praises making you giggle and bury your face in your hands. “Shit. If I knew that had so much power over you, I’d have said since day one.”

“You did once pretty early on,” you admit. “I fell asleep with my fingers in me that night.”

Lee laughs softly and is such a nice noise. You want to hear it forever.

“Well, shit! Tell me next time you need to jack off to something I said. I wanna watch.” You giggle even harder leaning back against the door as Lee finds your panties. He slips them back up your legs and over your hips so gently. He knows by now that he has to be careful with you after fucking you into a stupor. You watch as he slips on your shoes and places a soft kiss on each ankle.

He’s perfect.

“Lee?” He hums softly before looking up at you. “I love you.”

He just smirks back at you. “I love you more.”

You doze at Lee’s side as he drives you back to town. He hasn’t decided if he’ll take you home or to his place. You don’t care either way. You mom knows not to wait up. But you hope he’ll take you home. His home. Where your Baby is. And where your man is. Your fingers grip his thigh in your sleep, trying to keep him close even in your dreams. Your little hand is so close to his cock he starts to get stiff again.

He chuckles softly so he doesn’t wake you. “Guess you're coming home with me, huh?”

You wait in the sterile administration room of Mead General. Lee pretty much had to drop you off at the entrance to make you come. No amount of convincing could calm your nerves that morning. You fiddle with the new ring on your finger in an attempt to calm them.

The engagement ring Lee gave you.

It was enormous. You could practically see yourself in the diamond. It wasn’t you at all but Lee insisted on it. Nothing less than perfect for his girl.

Who knew it would become such a comfort.

A secretary calls your name and you gather up your resume and credentials to go through this torture one more time.

“Head up, momma. You’re the sheriff’s fiancée now. I need you to act like it.” Lee’s voice echos in your mind from when he dropped you off. You roll your shoulders back and add a little more confidence to your step.

Here goes nothing.

Lee leans against his car as he waits. It’s far too hot to sit in there and bake so he found a spot under a tree to wait for you. He glances up from lighting a cigarette to see the hospital security guard walking up to him like a man on a mission.

“Shit,” Lee sighs. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the public.

“Mr. Sheriff, Sir,” the man grins and holds out his hand.

Lee puts on a smile and tucks his sunglasses into his shirt pocket. “Sir,” Lee greets. “How can I help you?”

“Ronald, Sir. I just wanted to thank you for all that you do for our town. Keeping the social order and all.”

Lee can’t help but cock his brow at the phrase. Keeping the social order?

“This is one of the few places not assaulted with progressive ideas. Separate but equal will always prevail.”

He hadn’t enforced Jim Crow is over a year. Had nobody seemed to notice law enforcement stopped responding to their ‘coloreds using whites only facilities’ calls? They probably had their heads too far up their asses.

Lee gives the man a once over. “Right.” He looks up to notice you leaving the hospital. He sees you stop and glance around for him before he decides to go get you.

“What’s that little negro doing in there?” Ronald asks immediately noticing you. Apparently he wasn’t that great at his job if he never registered that you were there.

Lee smirks at your lithe form in the pencil skirt and blouse you picked out for your interview. He couldn’t wait to get you home to peel them off of you.

“I’ll handle this,” Lee sighs before stamping out his cigarette butt and making his way toward you.

You instantly light up at the sight of him, you almost fall into his arms in relief at a friendly face.

“How’d it go, momma?”

“I felt like they were interrogating me,” you breathe, letting out a soft laugh.

“Trying to scare you off,” Lee sighs. “What’d they say?”

You smile up at him excitedly. “I got it!”

“That’s my girl,” Lee grins. You notice his hands placed firmly on his hips but continues to regard you with beaming pride.

You cock a brow at him. “What are you up to out here?”

Lee bites his bottom lip, trying to hold back a laugh. “I gotta tell you something first. I know I threw a fit and started all that mess about that old junk-stuff in the basement,” he corrects himself with a soft eye roll.

“Oh, Lee,” you coo softly at the start of his apology. “That was so long ago. I’m not upset-”

“Just let me finish,” he interrupts. “I’m glad you made me keep it. I want our kids to see it. To know where they came from.”

You smile up, suddenly so proud of this man that was about to become you husband. You prepare to leap into his arms but he stops you with a gentle hand. He gestures toward the elderly security guard standing cross armed in the shade. “Now, back to what I was up to. That man over there thinks you’re up to no good.”

You burst into watery laughter at his words, attempting to hold back your happy tears long enough to let Lee play his joke. He really does pick the worst times to get sentimental. “What’s he gonna do? I work here now. Should we give him a show? Make his day?”

Lee’s smirk turns into a grin. “Really play it up for me, alright? Don’t hold back.”

You nod and stifle a giggle as Lee grips your forearm and attempts to drag you to his car. “Unhand me, you-you side burned Neanderthal!” You cry while flailing aimlessly. Lee stops to look back at you. “Too much?”

“That kinda hurt, momma.”

“Sorry,” you giggle glancing away, hoping your little character break isn’t caught. “I didn’t do anything! I had an interview! I swear!” You continue loudly, attempting to garnish attention.

“Anything you say can be used against you, ma’am, and I happen to know on good authority that this hospital doesn’t hire colorereds.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“If the shoe fits.”

“What are you arresting me for?” You counter, fruitlessly attempting to tug out of his grip.

“Lying to an officer, resisting arrest, trespassing, belligerent behavior-”

“Belligerent?” You bark.

“Just stating the facts,” Lee smirks, proud to deliver a low blow to return yours.

“Oh, you pig!” You hiss, just as Lee gets you to his car.

“Tell me how you really feel,” Lee sighs pressing your back into front passenger door. Those glaciers blue eyes meet yours and you just want to dive into them. They’re perfect.

“Well, sheriff daddy,” you whisper just for him. His hands circle your waist as he crowds you into the tiny space he made for you. It’s perfect. “Truth is, I’m really grateful for you. I wouldn’t have this opportunity without you.”

“Anything to keep you with me, momma.” Then Lee shocks the entire crowd of hospital spectators and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You smile against them and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you into a tighter embrace. “I love you,” Lee whispers against your lips.

“I love you,” you smile and press back into him. He’s perfect.

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years

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To Love and To Hold

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader

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

Word Count: 2,161

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, Lee loved you more than anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Williams boys.

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

Perfect lips he’d fallen in love with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee was absolutely gone for you.

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

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

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

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

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

Lee loved you more than he did himself.

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dreamlessinparis · 1 year

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Out of Line

Pairing: Serial!Killer!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 3538

Summary: Just when you think your captor couldn’t get worse, Lee truly proves you wrong.

Warning: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT, torture, mentions of blood, gaslighting, manipulation, fear, murder, kidnapping, non con, forced oral, implied rough sex, choking, nicknames, knives, bloodplay, punishment, explicit language and content, 18+, stockholm syndrome.

A/N: This is probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written and I promise this is not for the faint of heart. Thank you to @sweeterthanthis , @navybrat817 and @sparkledfirecrackerr for encouraging the darkness and for helping me come up with ideas. I love you all! Beta’d by @sparkledfirecracker but all mistakes are still my own.

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

In the weeks that followed your punishment, you were constantly walking on eggshells, keeping Lee happy as best as you could. You couldn’t bring yourself to even toe the line, afraid of what other punishments he had up his sleeve. Steve’s girl, Moonbeam had told you about how she used to be able to hear all the screams from downstairs and knew what could happen to you.

You couldn’t step out of line, the consequences would be far too much if you did.

The ground was soft under your feet, and the breeze was cold enough to chill you to the bone. You tugged Lee’s jacket closer to you as you held the flashlight up in your sleeve-covered hands. You could vaguely make out Lee’s silhouette a few steps ahead of you and you could hear Curtis surveying the woods behind you. Bucky, Steve and their girls, prisoners, victims, whatever you wanted to call them, were somewhere in these woods searching too.

Curtis’s girl, Sparkle, had gone missing. He was convinced she had run away, but you didn’t feel that was the case. You thought about the conversation she had with you a couple of days ago about how she was becoming comfortable with Curtis despite everything.

You didn’t understand how she could feel for such a brute of a man. His face had become such a vicious mask when he realized she was gone and you couldn’t imagine how she saw any good in him.

You couldn’t really judge, your morbid fondness for Lee would worry others. Something about that cruel bastard and the small cracks in his facade made you somewhat soft for him.

You called out her name again, hoping that she was still alive. Despite what everyone else thought, you had a feeling she was taken. No one else had noticed the way that Brock Rumlow looked at her when he and Mr. Barber had come by to look through the girls. Recently you discovered that aside from the “fun” of torture and murder, the men extended an invitation to close friends to shop for girls.

It wasn’t something they were vocal about but you had found out due to Steve’s cousin Ransom trying to purchase you. Luckily Lee had been with you and very colorfully told him where to shove it. It made you feel safe even if it was just for a moment before Lee took you out of the room, exerting his anger.

You had a gut feeling that Brock had something to do with Sparkle’s disappearance. However since Curtis had just taken her off the chains a few days ago, he instantly jumped to the conclusion that she ran. After finally having secured her freedom. Lee wouldn’t listen to you when you had tried to tell him your thoughts because he was too busy finding supplies for the hunt.

A sharp scream pulled you out of your thoughts, making you stumble. Catching yourself on a tree, you managed to stay upright. You heard the scream again followed by a desperate call of Curtis’ name. You screamed out for her and she replied. It made you take a deep breath of relief. She was alive. Thank goodness because you had grown quite fond of her over the past few weeks. Before you could turn to call for Lee, he was beside you.

Wordlessly you pointed towards the sound and Lee yelled for Curtis, who rushed over. He took over the calling of her name and you followed him. You gasped when you saw her; she was tied to the trunk of a tree. Her clothes were shredded hanging in tatters, just barely saving her modesty. Her left eye was swollen shut, and her lip split. That was just the start of her injuries. It hurt to look at her.

Curtis surged forward, grabbing her face gingerly checking to see if she was breathing. You heard him make a sound that sounded almost like a sigh of relief. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and you quickly looked away, feeling like you were interrupting a private moment. Lee put his arm over your shoulders, guiding you back to the house. You embraced his warmth, following his direction. You hoped she was going to be okay, that you guys had gotten to her in time. That she’d still have her sanity.

Being back at the cabin felt warm and safe and for the first time in a long while, you were thankful. Lee took you upstairs, and you sat down at the foot of your bed, staring at your feet. He began undressing, pausing as he saw you weren’t moving.

“What’s on your mind, Sunshine?” Lee asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“Do you think I could go see if Sparkle is okay? I do have some medical training, maybe I could help?” You said, looking Lee in the eye. He shook his head, handing you a nightshirt to change into.

Doing just that, you waited for an explanation.

“He doesn’t trust you, darlin’. You’re too new and Curtis wouldn’t let you even get close to her right now.”

“I understand,” you replied quietly, slipping into bed, and the two fell silent as he got in too. That was the first night he held you in his arms.

The soft moments never lasted, the following morning you awoke with his hand nearly crushing your windpipe, as he fucked you into the mattress. With every long stroke of his cock, Lee would warn you that if you ever ran away he’d kill you. You knew better than to point out that Sparkle didn’t run, she was kidnapped, but it seemed that being kidnapped by your kidnapper was a no-go.

You came apart beneath him with a broken moan and Lee kissed you hard before dismounting off you and heading to the bathroom to prepare for the day. Burying yourself in the warm sheets, you listened to Lee’s sounds dozing off to sleep again. Sometime in your slumber, you felt a kiss on your forehead, accompanied by a whispered ‘have a good day Sunshine’.

The next time you woke up, the sun was high in the sky and you had slept more than you had intended. Climbing out of bed, you got dressed and went downstairs.

None of the men were around, just Steve’s girl Moonbeam and Bunny. Moonbeam sat on the island as Bunny piled food in front of her. You had heard through whispered conversations that Steve’s girl was pregnant. Nobody talked about it and you hypothesized that it was probably due to the safety of the baby. Some of the girls downstairs were desperate for any upper hand and as you had discovered last night, the men’s associates weren’t all sane either.

“Good morning,” you greeted the two ladies, and their hushed argument ceased.

“Good morning,” Moonbeam responded, smiling warmly. She slid a plate of waffles towards you, “Here have some breakfast. Bunny, here thinks I’m going to eat all this but she’s a little nuts.” She finished, blowing Bunny a kiss. She huffed in response but gave a small smile to the pregnant girl before giving you one too, before turning back to the stove where the kettle was whistling.

You cut a piece of the waffle, popping it into your mouth, almost moaning at the way it melted on your tongue.

“Where is everyone?” You asked, swallowing your food.

“Steve and Bucky went to pick up some extra supplies before the snow comes, make sure we’re set if we get snowed in,” Bunny replied.

“Lee’s downstairs...uhm working?” Moonbeam said, cringing at the word working. You tried hard not to think about what that implied and thanked the stars that the basement was soundproof.

“And Curtis?” You asked, hesitantly.

“He’s upstairs, tending to his girl,” Bunny said, and you let out the breath you weren’t aware you were holding.

“How is she?”

“She’s physically been through the wringer. She hasn't fully woken up yet, constantly in and out of consciousness. I’m hoping she’s not mentally broken but we won't know until she's awake,” Moonbeam explained, taking a sip of her tea. You nodded, relieved to hear she was still alive.

“Rumlow better makes himself scarce though because if Curtis gets his hands on him, it won’t be clean,” Bunny stated, placing a cup of tea in front of you. The expression on your face must have been quizzical since she continued elaborating. “I mean I can’t speak for his feelings because that man is locked up more tightly than the Cartier vault, but I know for a fact that he doesn’t enjoy sharing or having his things touched or taken.”

“Rumlow’s their friend though. We’re just…” you trailed off, still confused.

“Friend is pushing it. Steve said he and Bucky used to work with Rumlow. Never liked the guy but they owed him a favor so Steve offered him a girl,” Moonbeam explained, “Guess he got greedy.”

You nodded, focusing back on your food. Bunny finished cleaning and sat down beside you. Steve’s girl was still working through the pile of food before her.

After breakfast, you found yourself left to your own devices and knowing it wouldn’t be wise to leave the room, you decided to tour the house. There were so many areas of the house unexplored and you were curious to see more.

The library was usually Moonbeam’s hangout, the weapon’s room Bunny’s. She was the only one that knew the code to it. Instead, you headed through the back hallway past the basement door. Despite the fear you felt walking beside it, you were morbidly curious. Before you were kidnapped, your nights had been spent watching serial killer documentaries and crime shows. On your runs, you would listen to murder podcasts. To say you were well-versed in these things would have been an understatement.

However, you never thought you’d end up actually in one. In some ways, you were grateful that you didn’t end up like the rest of the girls downstairs. That fate would have been much worse to survive. The few weeks you had spent in a cell were terrifying enough as it was.

Yet you circled back and touched the metal door with your fingertips. The door was locked, you knew that but maybe you could crack the code. Staring at the number pad, you decided on a four-digit code and punched it in. A loud beep beep beep sounded.

Panicked, you looked around but heard no one coming to rush after you. A surge of bravery coursed through you, and you tried another one, this time your birthdate. It wouldn’t work surely but to say you were shocked when the pad lit green, was an understatement. Not wanting to lose your chance, you descended the stairs.

Once you reached the bottom, you paused wondering why you were even down here. This wasn’t some game, and you were never truly a brave person. Curiosity however was a strong thing and it was the only thing fueling your body, as you took your first steps into the murky dark basement.

Timid footsteps were all you could hear but there was an occasional shuffling and a loud shriek that made you jump. You didn’t even know where you were going or what you wanted to find. Coming to a crossroads and peered down one side of the dark hallway and then the next. And then you heard him, Lee, growling at someone.

Like a child following its mother’s voice, you tracked the noise until you came to a slightly cracked door. Deep down you knew you shouldn’t go in but again curiosity won out and you pushed it open, slipping into the room.

Nothing could have truly prepared you for what you saw. A girl, if you could still really call her that anymore, was hanging from chains looped through metal rings in the ceiling. Her abdomen was flayed open, her intestines visible through the gruesome wound; her face was badly bruised, a cut above her left eye bleeding profusely. Her right eye, not completely swollen yet, rolled to look at you. There was a slightly healed wound on her throat. A look of pleading and hopefulness crossed her gaze.

You were frozen in place, both in fear and shock. The amount of blood on the floor was turning your stomach yet you didn’t think you could even keel over to throw up right now. Lee hadn’t noticed you, and if you could unfreeze yourself you would have run out and fast back up those stairs.

“I kinda wish I hadn’t cut out your vocal cords, woulda been fun to hear ya scream some more,” Lee taunted, moving the knife up her torso, the sharp edge slicing at the soft flesh of her breast, “But I can’t have my girl hearin’ ya, she’s a bit sensitive about these things.”

The nameless girl made a gurgling noise and you gagged. You made a louder sound than you intended to because Lee turned to look over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of you. He dropped the knife on the blood-splattered ground and stalked over to you. His loaming figure made you shrink back, your feet allowing you to take a step back.

“L-Lee. Please no.” You managed to plead out, holding your hands up to fend yourself from any attacks. Lee’s face crumpled at your fear for a moment before he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and dragged you out of the room.

“What the hell are you doin’ down here?” Lee snarled, “How d’fuck did you get down here?” He kept his hold on your shirt, continuing to drag you down the hall. You were scrambling to keep up, not knowing where he was taking you. Shoving open a door, he practically tossed you in and you fell on the ground. Pain radiated from your knees and you let out a cry. Lee grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you forward until you were at the center of the room.

"How did you get down here?" Lee roared, "and if I have to repeat myself, I will kill you."

"I-I was curious," you stammered out, "I was pushing random codes in and it unlocked. I was looking for you."

"What codes, Sunshine? What did you type in?"

You took too long to answer, weighing your opinions. Lee gripped your chin hard, making you look up at him. His eyes were harder than you'd ever seen and it scared you. Lately, he had gotten almost soft with you that you had almost forgotten who he was.

This man was a murderer, a ruthless killer and you were playing with fire. You struggled to gulp.

"M-m-my birthday. Lee, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

"You should have thought about that before you interrupted my work. Now I have to take care of you before I finish my work."

You whimpered, terrified at what he could do to you. It was such a dumb decision to come down here.

"You know what, baby," he started, running a blood-covered thumb over your lips. The coppery smell of blood turned your stomach. You were a very squeamish person and the fact that you had someone else's blood on you, made your skin crawl. "Maybe you should come to watch me work. Since you're so curious and all."

"No Lee, please! I swear I won't do it again. I've been good, you know I have." You pleaded, hands grabbing at his bloody pants. Lee watched you in disgust like he was seeing you in a different light.

"How did I get such a spineless woman? Come on baby, live life on the edge. Have a little fun with me." Lee teased, grabbing your throat and pulling you up to your feet. He drew you in close, his soft belly pressing into you.

If he wasn't completely coated in blood, the same blood that was now seeping into your clothes, you would have felt comforted. Safe. Warm.

"Lee, I just want to go back upstairs. I promise I'll forget this ever happened."

He scoffed, shaking his head.

"No."

“No?” You whispered, your eyes wide as you stared up at him.

“You need to be taught a lesson, otherwise how will you learn not to stick your nose into places it don’t belong.”

“I’m sorry Lee, please just let me go back upstairs.” You cupped your hands together, crawling closer as you begged. But the hard look in his eyes didn’t soften, if anything they turned to steel. He grabbed your upper arm, yanking you up to your feet, and began to drag you out of the room.

His hold was a tight vice grip, a painful one. Your screams fell on deaf ears, blending in with the screams of the women behind each door. In an attempt to make him stop, you tried to drag your feet and it worked for a moment only to have Lee turn around to slap you across the face.

“Behave, little one, otherwise I’ll make you do something worse than what I have planned.”

This shut you up instantly and you gave up the fight, but remained as vocal as you could until you reached the room with the girl hanging from the ceiling.

She looked almost disappointed to see you again like she was hoping you had distracted him enough for Lee to let her die. Blood oozed from her wounds, dripping down onto the concrete floor where a dark puddle pooled at her feet. Lee pushed you forward and you managed to trip on your feet, landing with your hands in her blood. He grabbed the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at her as he leaned in close, “You’re gonna sit right here, little one and you’re gonna watch what happens to women who piss me off. This one, she was a firecracker,” he stated, releasing you to walk up to the hanging girl. He cupped her face roughly, squeezing her cheeks together, “thought it was a damn good idea to spit in my face and try to escape.”

He released her and dip his hand into her wound. You weren’t sure what he was going to do when he turned to you but if he was going to make you lick it off his hand, you knew you’d throw up. Instead, he ran his palm down your face, then he turned and began to round her naked body, peering down at you over her shoulder as he pressed up against her back, “I’m gonna give her a final parting gift, something she can enjoy.” He leaned in, licking the side of her bloodied face, her good eye shutting tightly to block him out. “You can thank Sunshine for this,” Lee said to the girl. There was a need to look away but you knew it’d only make him angrier. You hoped your eyes conveyed the apology you couldn’t say aloud as Lee began to unbuckle his pants, pulling out his semi-hard cock.

It was hard to watch as he began to fuck her. The chains clanged with every hard thrust of his hips, his hands digging into the side of her waist. She tried to fight him, wiggling her body around as hard as she could, and her mouth was open in a soundless scream, but nothing she did was making a difference. He was too strong for her weak state.

Lee reached around, dipping his fingers into her wound again and smearing it over her body. Making sure they were fully covered in her blood. You wanted to throw up, wanted to scream at him to stop, anything to stop this but you were frozen in shock. The rusty smell of her blood overwhelmed your senses as you felt it drying on your face. His grunts grew louder as he reached his climax, roaring as he filled her up.

In a flash of movement that you didn’t catch, Lee grabbed a knife from the cart beside him and slid the blade across her neck. Blood spurted out in a waterfall, drenching you as she gurgled out her final breaths. Lee waited until she was fully done convulsing before he pulled out, a wicked smile on his face.

“Fuck, pussy was grippin’ me like a damn vice after that final cut,” Lee groaned, “Shoulda done that sooner.”

His eyes fell on you, a look of pride in his eye at what he had just done. The expression on your face must have disappointed him, because his smile fell into a sneer and he marched up to you, grabbing you by the throat. He smelt of blood, sex, and death and it made your stomach turn.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one?” He snarled and you did your best to nod. He seemed appeased yet still upset but released you nonetheless. “I don’t think you have.”

Palming his bloody cock, he pushed the tip passed your lips and the taste of blood on his skin and yours coated your tongue. You wanted to gag and pull away but his hand on the back of your head wouldn’t let you, “Lick me clean, Sunshine, or I’ll hang you on that hook next.”

He was disappointed in you, his tone dripped of it and somehow that upset you. Even after what you had just witnessed, it still upset you. You just wanted him happy and that was fucked up. He was a monster but when he was happy you were safe. Now he was going to be a livewire and you were going to be on eggshells.

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stuckybarton · 1 year

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Day X: Night Out

Summary: Lee giving you a night to your self with friends was a rare instance that you make the most out of on any given day, but being caught over speeding wasn't part of that plan. But it was in Lee's plan to punish you because of it. Words: 2,186 Warning: Dub Con. Fingering. Forced Orgasms. Hair Pulling. Soft Dark! Lee Bodecker. Characters: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Female!Reader Prompts: Uniform Kink. A/N: Yeah. things happen in life and the backlog would be posted when I have the free time. Lol. Welp, enjoy.

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Knockemstiff was a shit hole that gave you but three reasons to remain in the hell hole of Ohio. Your family and friends, the decent business you've made for yourself selling baked goods, and the fact that you were married to the town's Sheriff, Lee Bodecker. The pros and cons of being married to him always weighed on you on a day to day basis, how you wouldn't even leave the house without the townsfolk getting wrong ideas about you and your marriage to the man.

So you'd be utterly surprised that he gave you the night to yourself after winning the election to spend time with your friends.

"Gotta make my night rounds anyways." Had been your husband's explanation for allowing you out for the night. But you knew better, he wasn't as clean as he let anyone else believe him to be. There was nothing clean about his under the table work and you will always turn a blind eye on it for as long as he doesn't bring it into your home nor would he try to cheat on you with any of the whore at the bar (not that he would, with how fixated he was of you).

"Sure I'm allowed out to the bar tonight with Darla and Patty?" You inquire again wanting to be sure that this wasn't another one of his tricks to try and punish you.

"As long as you don't break any of them rules, Honey. You can go to town for all I care." He teased, hands cupping your cheeks. "Follow the town's rules and no gets to touch you, okay?"

You smiled, relishing this softer side of your husband. You craved it, almost. It was a side no one else but you could see.

"Okay." You smiled, going on your tiptoes to kiss him softly against his pouty lips. No longer could you taste the alcohol in him as you once find yourself doing, he was cutting off as much when he comes home to you and you appreciate the small gesture. Your hands find their way towards the belt loop of his pants, pulling him closer to you and earning a dangerous growl from him in the process.

"Don't." He warned.

"I'm not doing anything." You smirked pecking his lips again, hands sliding up towards his soft stomach before settling on his chest. Heart beating profusely against your hands. "Unless there's anything you'd want from me, Sheriff?" You teased him.

Before your husband could take you up on your offer, the sound of the car honking had interupted the both of you. Peaking through the window, you smiled at the sight of Darla and Patty already waiting by the car they had with them. Turning back to your husband, the disapproving frown already rested on his lips because of your best friends antics of repeatedly honking on the horn just to get you to finally come out.

"Don't make me regret letting go with those hooligans." He pleads now.

"Sheriff Bodecker," You feigned offense, "that is no way to call ladies."

"There is nothing ladylike about those two." He quipped right back accepting the gentle slap on the chest from you--but you know he was right. "Be careful, those two mean trouble and I don't want you to be apart of that trouble too."

"I promise I'll be good." You reassured him for the nth time.

"Good girl." He smirked kissing you on the forehead and letting you head out for the night

"My husband is going kill me." Those had been the words you had muttered the moment you had stopped the car and the far too familiar blue and red lights kept flashing from behind you.

You three had had a swell time together, Darla and Patty buttering up numerous patrons at the bar for free drinks--while you just got them for free because of your husband. No one would like to get on your bad side without facing your husband's wrath. So you had your fun, minimizing the number of shots you've had, you made sure you were sober enough to be able to drive and hopefully drive your already knocked out friends back in their shared apartment.

But things just don't go as planned.

Keeping a straight face, you waited for whoever was in the patrol car to make their way towards you. From the sidemirror, a momentary sigh of relief had lingered into your body knowing it was your husband before you fully sobered up and realized it was your husband that caught you instead of his deputies. They were easy to butter up with sweet words or underlying threats, but to have Sheriff Lee Bodecker himself catch you, that was hell.

"Had a fun night, Mrs. Bodecker?" The stoic inquiry sent a shiver down your spine.

The anger your husband had was unfathomable to say the least, he could have his outburst or his sass, but nothing was more dangerous that the silent anger brewing deep in his core. It would explode--it always explodes when it comes to him, but at times it would be towards you, spanking or angry sex were his favorite method. But what was scarier was how he addressed you.

"It doesn't happen quite often so we make the most of." You explained turning to take a good look at him from the window. He showed no emotion, his face laid passive as he looked down at you.

"Do you know why I stopped you, Mrs. Bodecker?"

"I don't believe I do." Playing the innocent card will do you no good, but there was no other way for you to do in the moment.

"You were hitting a sixty in a fifty speed limit." He explained as calmly. "I'm afraid I need to write you a ticket and take your license."

"Lee." You began but halted by the glare that now lingered in your husband's face. How his hat further darken his features in the darkness of the night.

"Rules are rules, Mrs. Bodecker. I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle."

Watching his hands now settle on his waist, you had no other choice but to relent, stepping out of the car, you stood a foot shorter in front of the man. The man stood in his full height dauntingly overtowering you even in the heel you wore. He always had such an effect on you and from the start of your relationship it scared you to have him like this--but more and more you know better. It was just a matter of picking and choosing when it comes to him.

"I can smell the alcohol from where I'm standing Mrs. Bodecker."

"We've gone drinking, Sheriff." You quipped, tired with the games he was trying to play.

In one swift move, his hand had gripped your jaws, holding you in place. He loomed towards you, eyes burning blue as they settled directly at you. Your eyes moved down towards the back of the car, both Darla and Patty still passed out at the back of the car. Neither would be able to witness the crueler side of your husband.

"Smart talk me again and we'll see where it leads you."

It was not a warning but a promise of anything and everything he was capable of doing to you if you were not careful.

"Not here, Lee." You plead now, breaking what little resolve you still had in your system. You were far too tired, far too drunk to be playing this games with him anymore.

"Didn't have rules, Mrs. Bodecker?" He inquired again, nudging you back until you back was glued against the car door. "Remember the rules?"

"Follow the town rules and no one touches me." You repeated his words like a mantra. A decree of his own making and of your own demise.

"But the fuck did you do?" He barked now.

"I oversped and I was driving under the influence." You admit wincing as his hand now move towards you neck, not tight enough to cut your airway but just tight enough to have you feeling the blood pumping through you.

The static of the radio sounded and had you tense in front of your husband.

"Stay here"

Letting go of you, he swaggered back towards the car and responded to whoever was on the other line.

From the few stern words thrown you were certain another deputy would be making their way here--for reasons you were still uncertain of.

"Let's go." He orders and you were quick to make your way towards him--halting just a few steps away and turning back towards the car.

"What about the girls?" You asked, the worry of having them defenseless worried you more than your husband wrath at the moment.

"The newbies will take them home safe and sound."

You frowned doubt about the Deputies in his rank, they were pigs and it scared you more than it reassured you that they would be home safe and sound.

"Your friends, as much of a menace they could be, is still under my jurisdiction. They lay a hand on any of them, they answer to me and it will most likely be a bullet to the head. Understand?"

You nodded, not fully convince but as you followed your husband back into his patrol car, you couldn't help but wonder if you could be assured as much about leaving them like this.

"Ten!" You whimpered.

Lee Bodecker was a sick fucking man, but he was also a madly and irrevocable obsessed man for his wife. The sight of you on his knees, accepting every slap he made on your ass. It was beautiful, the redness that painted each cheek, the mess of what makeup still remained on your face, and the tears and spit that also came with his punishment. He loved you in this state, a state of his control. To mold you in whatever image he deems you to be. His wife, the perfect wife that every single men in this forsaken town lusted over and every single woman had envied.

"Learned your lesson yet, Mrs. Bodecker?" He inquired, patronizing you for all that it was worth.

"Yes, Sheriff."

He pulled you up until you were settled on top of his lap. Your bare pussy already soaking his pants. A filthy sight, all his. He smiled at the discomfort painted plainly on your face. You will feel him and the lesson he has had you partake for a long while. He will make sure of it. His hands had now found their way against your neglected lips, prodding but never truly entering. Your hips moved following his finger like a thirsty man, the whimper growing louder on your lips.

Your hands now rested on his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life.

"You think you earned this?" He growled, shoving an index finger inside of you, miserably bring you to the first of many orgasms you were certain to have for the next few hours.

Which he did, with you on his lap, his fingers which you doubted to still function at this point continued on with their assault of your hole. Never once did he allowed you to touch him, you didn't deserve it but that was all you truly wanted from him. To touch him, to hold onto him as he still had his uniform on, how he was still the Sheriff of the town and not the man you had married all those years ago.

It was the power dynamic that you never truly took to account when you had married the man, but something you had grown to appreciate as time went by. No longer did you truly need to be the strong and independent woman that always had to keep a straight face, in the confinements of your husband's mercy, you could be anything he wants you to be.

"Fuck me, Lee." You plead for him at this point.

"Did I say you could call me by my name?" He barked, his fingers cracking on and bringing you back into your release just as the last one had finished. Free hand had now held onto your hair, pulling until you exposed your neck to him. The stinging ache on your scalp could never compared to the weeping need of your cunt for him. "Maybe you need another punishment, Mrs. Bodecker?"

"No, Sheriff." You sob closing your eyes as your husband's attention now focused on marking the column of your neck. Any other day, he kept clear of places where the general public could visibly see--but not tonight, it was part of your punishment after all. "I'll be good."

As the coil once again tighten, all you could do was watch helplessly the punishment your husband has set for you and the lesson that was forever ingrained in your mind from now on because of it.

"I'll be good." You gasped, shaking as your release flooded you, painting his fingers and his pants.

"I'll be good." You whispered as darkness consumed you.

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the-witty-pen-name · 2 years

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The Nanny Pt. 11

18+ ONLY

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: SMUT, fingering (+ a lil anal fingering), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, Daddy kink, softdom!Lee, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, fluff

Author’s Note: Wow, I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve updated this fic. I am so sorry it’s taken so incredibly long. I was really struggling with writing for a while but I’m happy to be posting again! I will finish this fic if it is the last thing I do haha it’s going to be 15 parts.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it! I will reblog soon with the taglist.

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No one would look at Lee Bodecker and pin him as a generous lover. He takes, and doesn’t give unless he receives. He’s like this in all aspects of his life. Anything and everything it takes to just have more, and to be more, and to accumulate power. It’s his motivation. To be the one in control, to be the one who takes what they want and fuck the consequnces- even though there hardly are none.

And yet, for you, the most selfish man imaginable has spent hours with his head ducked under the skirts of your dress. You’re laid out on his bed, with only the corset long forgotten while he’s devoured and drank you in like a man starved. He’s made you cum so many times now, and he’s still fully dressed. His large hands are outstretched across your thighs, holding you in place as his movements make you squirm.

He shamelessly kisses, licks, and sucks until you're squirming. His hands firmly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he sucks on your clit. It’s unfair, the way he makes you finish so effortlessly. You swear you can feel him smirking against your folds, before he finally resurfaces. He’s cocky. He’s so fucking good at this and he knows it. He unashamedly smiles at you, almost in a boyish way, and his eyes linger at the way your chest heaves as you try to come back down from your high.

It was almost embarrassing if you thought about it long enough to care. The way Lee ushered the sitter out for the night as fast as humanly possible. The kid did her best to try to give Lee updates, and he just almost looked like he was able to pay attention. As soon as the door closed and she made her swift exit, Lee confirmed Val was asleep soundly before hooking his arm around your waist and sweeping you into his bedroom.

There wasn’t an inch of skin on your body that his lips didn’t touch, his tongue sweeping up your navel, and biting small kisses as soon as you were bare to him. You would try your best to say something, but the sensation of his calloused hands on your thighs and his lips on your chest was so overwhelming good that you ached.

“Look at you,” he marvels when he finally decides to come up for air, slick coating his chin and he looks like he couldn’t be more pleased with himself. You can taste yourself on his lips when he leans down to kiss you, and the salt on his tongue when your teeth haphazardly clash together in the heat of it all.

He only shows hesitance in his movements when it comes time to remove his own costume. You’re spread out naked on his sheets while he hovers above you still fully clothed. You pout and tug at the hem of his shirt and you catch the way his eyes fall, and that’s the first time you see how insecure he is.

“Want to see you,” you mumble, pulling him in for another kiss. You drag it out, making it slow and passionate. The best way that you can tell him you love it. It’s no secret he’s got a belly, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. You could swear on your life you saw his cheeks turn the faintest shade of pink. He’d never admit it, but eventually your hands rubbing up and down his torso convinces him to finally shed the layers.

“Fuck me,” you groan at the sight of his cock once he’s tossed his boxers aside. “Lee, god you’re gorgeous.”

“I should be the one saying that about you, darling,” he mutters against your neck, his breath causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

You’re so desperate, and you’ve lost count how many orgasms his been able to coax out of you. You shiver when his fingers find your clit, making sure you’re ready for him. You’re almost whining for him to hurry up, and he chuckles at your growing impatience. The memories of just being here are already hazy from your constant climaxes since he shut the bedroom door. It’s felt like hours, and he’s not even inside you yet. It’s excruciating how he’s been able to pull you apart and not quite pull you back together yet. You’ve made a mess of his sheets, and you’re convinced your nails have made indents on his headboard to match the ones you’ve made on his shoulders.

It stretches you when he finally pushes his cock inside you. You also feel a smidge of pride when his breath shakes when he pushes inside for the first time. It’s cliche to say, but it’s perfect, and he hits so deep almost effortlessly. When he finds his rhythm and quickens his pace, he wraps your legs around him and he’s relentless once he knows you're comfortable.

You don’t know what time it was when you both finally slept. The sun was daring to just show itself when you looked out the window as you caught your breath on your back. You remember Lee and his low groan getting up and mumbled something about cleaning you up, but soon enough you drifted off to sleep a few minutes after he began the run the warm cloth over the span of your skin.

You wake up to the sound of a loud knock on the front door god knows how much later. It makes you jump and your eyes wake suddenly. Natural daylight of the afternoon lights up the whole room. You hear the pads of Lee’s feet as he hurries to the door, saying he’s coming, and you hear the familiar babble Val makes when she sees someone she knows.

You’re sore, your head feeling so clear and well rested but your legs feel too heavy to move, and the soreness from the way Lee stretched you out has stayed well into the afternoon it seems. You can’t make out who is at the door but you can hear the muffled voices. You decide for now that it’s best to stay put. If you emerge from the bedroom now, it could only be horrible timing.

There’s an exchange you can’t hear, it’s a woman’s voice but that’s all you can distinguish. You hear the door close and you debate whether or not to get up and grab your discarded clothes. You haven’t moved when the door starts to slowly creek open. It’s Lee, disheveled morning bed head and a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, wearing blue pajama pants, with the matching shirt opened showing his undershirt. You imagine he shuffled to throw them on to answer the door.

“Morning,” he mumbles, leaning over the bed and kissing you on the cheek. He pulls back the covers and takes his spot next to you, shedding the pajama shirt. You instinctively shuffle closer, and he pulls you into his chest. It felt normal, so effortless. It just fit.

He’s so soft. For a man so scary and a reputation that goes across the whole county, he’s so damn soft and warm. His fingertips graze your skin like your something much more delicate than you are. He kisses your forehead, and you can hear his heartbeat through the tough exterior he’s never without until now.

“I called Mrs. Hughes,” he explains, “Told her you were under the weather and I needed someone to watch Val for the day.”

You tsk and jokingly call him a liar, and his grin spreads across his whole face.

“I just wanted more time like this,” he whispers, moving to cup your cheek in his hand. “‘Fore the real world pulls us back again.”

“You think I’d want to be spending my day off here?” You tease, making him roll his eyes. He playfully pushes himself away, and sits up, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes he had on his nightstand. You watch him go through the motions, the instinctual way he lights it and brings it to his lips.

You know you should tell him to stop. You know you should lecture him on how it’s a filthy habit, and it’s bad for his health, and also yours. But watching him is mesmerizing, you can’t pinpoint why, but watching him smoke like this might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

You shuffle up slightly, and lay your arm across his torso, resting your head on his side and looking up at him. He takes a couple drags, and rests his head back against the headboard. You watch the way the smoke swirls when he exhales, and you commit to memory the way it looks when he brings it up to his lips.

“So, what are we doing today?” You ask, breaking the silence, rubbing his chest.

“Well,” he says thoughtfully, pretending to begin an elaborate plan. “Right now, I’m going to finish this.” He holds up the half finished cigarette. “Then, sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Oh?” you manage to ask, flustered, and it makes him grin wickedly.

“If you can be a good girl and be patient,” he replies, taking another agonizingly slow drag. You nod and he smiles. “Maybe be a good girl and show Daddy how badly you want him to ruin your sweet little pussy.”

This. This is the Lee you imagined. This is how he behaved in the dreams you keep to yourself, and what you imagine him saying in the dirty little fantasies you can’t repeat. You feel yourself practically throb at the way his tone shifts, and the way he looks at you because he knows he already has you wrapped around his finger.

You slid on top of him, still hazy with sleep, and you fumble with pulling down his pants. One hand balances the cigarette and the other runs over your head affectionately as he watches you amused. You can see the way his cock is straining against the material and you can feel the wetness pool between your thighs with your own anticipation.

Lee is trying his best to look indifferent, and he knows he’s failing miserably. His eyes are locked on you. The way you sleepily manage to undress him, and the way your eyes widen for the briefest moment before doing your best to hide it. He’s enamored with every little movement and he can’t dare to look away. He does for only the briefest moment to tap his cigarette against his ashtray and as he does, he feels your lips wrap around him and you sink down deliciously slow. It makes him shiver, and he would swear he could feel you smirk.

You’re beautiful, absolutely the most stunning woman ever to grace his presence. He can’t believe how you want to be here with him. He swears in that moment he ain’t ever going to take that for granted. He holds the top of your head as you move up and down on his cock, and he strokes your head, mumbling about how fucking beautiful you look with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

The praise makes you practically preen, and it makes you feel so confident. You try your best to ignore how wet you are. You squeeze your thighs together to create some friction to relieve even a little bit of the way you’re feeling.

“Lemme see you baby,” he coaxes, and you lift your eyes up to meet his. He discards the cigarette in the ashtray. “You’re so pretty, darling.”

He guides your face up gently and holds it in his hands, pulling you up to kiss you like it was unbearable to wait. You moan softly in surprise as he moves his arms down to wrap around your back and he gently urges you forward.

“You’re so amazing, sweetheart,” he praises, sliding down to lay his head on the pillows so you’re straddling his torso. He looks even more disheveled, and he’s looking at you with such a sense of just pure longing. “Princess,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss your thighs, “c’mere, sit on my face.”

“A-are you sure?” you ask, hesitantly. He nods, sliding his hand up the back of your thighs, urging you closer.

“Please baby, lemme taste you,” he pleads. “I can see how wet you are, darling. Please, baby girl, let Daddy fuck you with his tongue.”

You move yourself so you’re hovering over him. You wait, expecting him to change his mind. But he pulls you down, almost immediately, and you brace your hands on the headboard.

You immediately feel his tongue on your folds, and you’re amazed how much he’s into it. You’d expect him to be a selfish lover, never would you ever imagine you’d have Lee Bodecker absolutely worship between your thighs. He sucks and kisses your clit, making you weak in the knees. He works his tongue methodically and teasingly, until you tugging gently on his hair and begging him to let you cum.

You feel it in your whole body, when you feel yourself cum on his tongue. You feel him tighten his grip around your thighs, pulling you down closer as you do, like he’s determined to absolutely devour you.

Your legs are shaky as he gently moves you down to laying on your back. He smirks, laying down next to you, glistening with your slick. You can taste yourself when you lean over and connect your lips with his. He smiles, sliding his hands up and down the length of your sides, taking in the feeling of every single inch of you.

You arch into his touch and he mumbles his approval against your lips. His hands squeezing as much flesh as his can of your thighs, and your ass. You roll onto your stomach and then kiss him one more time.

“I thought you were going to fuck me Daddy?” you tease, slowly arching your ass up and running a finger across his lips. He groans happily, adjusting himself behind you. His hands massage and squeeze your ass, taking a moment to enjoy the way you look like this, before teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, pushing back impatiently. “Need you to fuck me,” you beg. He groans appreciatively, continuing to tease you with his cock as your wetness drips down your thighs. He teasingly, presses his thumb gently against your ass, feeling out your response. You moan, gasp surprised at how fucking good it feels and you beg for him to keep going. He continues to gently tease and rub your tight little hole, and thrusts his cock into your pussy.

You're a babbling little mess of tears, and Lee continues to tease how cute you look when you’re stuffed with his fingers and his cock. You beg him to fuck you harder, and he’s more than happy to oblige. He moves his hands to grip your waist and continues to thrust at a brutal pace. You can feel how deep he is inside you, and it makes your brain fuzzy. He’s urging you to be a good girl and cum, refusing to finish until you finish, and he feels you tighten around him. You soak his cock as you scream out in pleasure at your orgasm tearing through your whole body. Once he’s worked you through your orgasm, he pulls out and finishes on your back as you collapse on the sheets.

“Wow,” he marvels, collapsing down on his back next to you. You smile softly, your eyes closed from exhaustion. He doesn’t let himself get too comfortable, before he gets up to clean you up. He takes care of you first while you lay relaxed in a post-orgasm haze, and then he takes care of himself before joining you on the bed again.

You kiss him quickly, then rest your head on his chest. He smiles, and kisses your head. He sighs contently, wrapping an arm around you. He looks to the window, seeing how it’s become the late afternoon. He can’t believe you’ve spent the whole night before and almost all of today in his bed. He hates to think about it ending. He looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 4:21 pm

“Surprised my roommate hasn’t called for me,” you ponder, “Suppose she might be exhausted from her shift, might think we just missed eachother.”

“Yeah,” he agrees absentmindedly, distracted by just looking at you.You sigh happily, and snuggle yourself closer to him.

“So,” you muse, tracing nonsense shapes on his chest, “I hate to ruin the moment…”

“Go on, sweetheart,” he urges, trying to not sound nervous.

“What does, you know, what does this make us?” you ask shyly.

“Well, darling, shit,” he chuckles nervously, “I reckon that depends on what you want. Me? I’m all in. I am all in.”

“Really?” you ask hopefully.

“I know it sounds crazy,” he admits quietly, “but darling, I think I’ve been wrapped around your finger since I first laid eyes on you. And, I want you as long as you’ll have me.”

“Makes two of us then,” you smile. “Is it really that easy?”

“As long as we’re here,” he grins, lacing his fingers through yours. He kisses your knuckles. “It’s our little oasis, darling. No one else matters, ‘cept you and me… well, and Valerie.”

“Of course,” you smile, kissing him once more.

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nickfowlerrr · 9 months

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for the hope of it all.

pairing: greedy!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

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

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

words: 3.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lee,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Theodore," you answered just as softly.

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

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

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

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

"Didn't know what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The touch reminded you, "What about Arvin?"

"What about 'im?" he asked uninterested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee Bodecker may be a selfish and greedy man.

But maybe you're no better.

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

week 1 - day 4 - kinktober - face fucking and cum eating - sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader

warning - face fucking and cum eating.

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18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

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“Well, well. What do we have here?” Y/n freezes, her eyes wide as the man’s voice reaches her ears. She turns slowly and comes face to face with the Sheriff, Lee Bodecker. He smirks, looping his thumbs through his belt before stepping forward. One of his hands grabs Y/n’s chin and squeezes roughly.

“S–sheriff, I– This–” She becomes flustered. Having this big burly man so close to her is causing her brain to go all fuzzy. “You stealing, sweetheart?” Lee’s accent hits between her thighs. His eyes flit down to where she unknowingly rubs her thighs together. He smirks, licking his bottom lip before his eyes trace up her body and back to her eyes.

Y/n shakes her head, “n–no sheriff, I–I” Lee cuts her off, a hand sliding into her pants pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. “Then, what’s this, sweetheart?” Her face flushes red, eyes going wide as her mouth opens and closes. Speechless, Lee’s eyes connect with her lips, and he starts to imagine what they’d look like around his cock.

The thought causes his cock to stir, and then an idea comes to mind, “well, sugar. I’ll let ya off with a warning if ya do something for me.” She rapidly nods, Lee’s eyes dark and cock hard as he leads her outside and to the side of the building. Lee leans against the wall, rubbing his bulge, watching the innocent little thing in front of him, biting her lip at the sight.

“Get on ya knees, sweetheart.” Y/n looks up at him with wide eyes. Lee raises his brow, “I don’t like repeating myself. Knees, now.” She quickly drops to her knees, looking back at him. The innocence shining in her eyes causes Lee to groan. He hurriedly unbuckles his slacks, unzipping them and then pulling out his erect cock.

The gasp that she lets out makes him leak pre-cum. She watches as it drips out of his tip, unconsciously licking her lips. “Well? I don’t got all day.” Lee growls, impatient. Y/n looks at him, confused, and that’s when it clicks to Lee. He watches as our curious eyes look up at him and back down to his cock.

“Sweetheart, you ever suck a cock before?” Lee watches as she shakes her head. His cock twitches wildly. “Open your mouth. I’m gonna teach ya.”

Y/n opens her mouth, and a small whimper leaves her as Lee grabs onto her head, fingers tangling into her hair and pulling slightly, causing tingles to shoot down her spine. The head of his cock rests heavily against her tongue, his taste invading her senses. Her eyes light up, her lips wrap around his tip, and she starts to suck.

Wanting to taste him more, instinctively licking the underside of his cock. Y/n finds his most sensitive spot, Lee’s eyes are wide as he struggles to contain his moans. His hand is still holding the back of her head, helping her bob up and down. His beautiful blue eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling like he’s in heaven as your beautiful plump lips suck his soul out. He starts to get impatient with you sucking on his tip, taking matters into his own hands. He grips the back of your head and thrusts.

A deep raspy groan leaves Lee’s throat, feeling you gag around his cock. The sound of his groan shoots tingles through your core. He thrusts fast and hard into your throat, his balls slapping against your chin. Heavy and waiting to burst, “fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good, sugar. You’re such a naughty girl for stealing.”

His cock twitches. It feels heavy and warm on your tongue, drool seeping out the sides of your mouth, making it easier for Lee to thrust deep inside your throat. His head lolls back, and moans slip from his mouth as his hips stutter. He pushes deep before stilling. Holding your head there as you gag, the vibrations sending pleasure up his cock.

Lee looks down and finds your innocent tear-filled eyes staring up at him. Your throat constricts around him. Staring deep into your eyes, he starts to thrust again. Slower than before, one hand moving from your hair down to your cheek and stroking it, a soft groan falls from his lips as his seed spills into your mouth.

“Swallow, sugar.” He gasps out as your throat tightens around his sensitive cock. Swallowing his seed, moaning at the taste, Lee pulls out, tucking his softening cock into his pants before spying some of his cum escaping your mouth and down your chin. His thumb swipes it up before sliding it into your mouth, groaning as you suck it off.

“Well, sweetheart. This will need to happen for a while until I say otherwise. If ya wanna stay outta jail.” Lee looks at you and notices you nod while sucking on your lips, trying to get the taste of him again. His cock twitches at the thought of you becoming addicted to him, and his taste, gets him hard.

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lunarbuck · 2 years

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Welcome to my masterlist <3 Here you will find all of my fics!! They are separated by character, and as I write for new people I will add them here :)

All of my reader/yn fics purposefully do not describe the reader's appearance much so the reader can be ANY RACE and in most cases, ANY BODY TYPE

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thebunnyslibrary · 1 year

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MATCH GAME

summary | Just a slice of life drabble with my favorite game show from the 70s

warnings | None!

word count | 1300

pairings | Lee Bodecker x Reader

A/N | First official post on the new writing blog!! If you have not seen the original match game, I HIGHLY advise checking it out. There are some jokes that obviously don't hold up today; but it had some of the best stars on it, including Betty White! It also had two amazing queer celebrities; Charles Nelson Reilly and Fannie Flagg! You can watch it here!

“Come on Lee!” You called from the living room. “It’s starting!”

“I’m coming, baby. Just had to get a few pieces of candy.” He came into the living room dressed in lounge pants and light grey t-shirt that hugged his belly. Though it was only the first week of September, a chill hung in the air. You were in a mid-length night dress. The two of you were settling in for your Friday night; which meant a new episode of Match Game.

The two of you loved to snuggle in and watch some of the best stars of the day try to match some of the silliest answers. Lee’d picked up your favorites from the diner on the way home for supper, and it was the perfect start to a long weekend together. He’d managed to fenagle Monday off and you were going to start teaching on Tuesday.

“C’mere baby.” Lee sat in his recliner but opened his arms. You smiled and moved from your seat on the couch and onto his lap. His warm hug felt so cozy, he always seemed to be the perfect temperature to cuddle.

“Nipsey Russell…Brett Somers… Charles Nelson Reilly…Betty White…Richard Dawson… and Fannie Flagg!” the announcer’s voice introduced the celebrity panelists.

“Oh, Fannie’s my favorite!” You turned to Lee. “You know one of those gossipy newspapers at the supermarket said she started living with that writer Rita Mae Brown. The one who writes the poetry book I like.”

Lee chuckled. “That don’t surprise me too much. You remember the sweater she wore with the eggs over her chest? Woman is something special. Much like someone else I know.” He gave you a little kiss to your cheek.

As the two of you kept watching, Lee did as he usually did when you two cuddled. Drove you mad with his teasing touches and kisses. His favorite was just to slightly scratch on your exposed thigh. Making you wiggle just enough you could feel his hard cock. Not to mention the occasional kisses. You tried to stay focused on the show but he made it almost impossible.

On the screen, the host of the show, Gene Rayburn, opened the card to read the fill in the blank scenario to the two contestants.

“Mary’s Venus fly trap got so big….it ate her blank.”

“Dog!” Lee answered.

“Husband!” You said, then covered your mouth as Lee looked at you in fake shock.

“Husband? Well, I see how it is.” He scoffed, but still smiled.

“Don’t worry, Lee. Dog is a good answer too.” You said, patting his chest

Back on the screen, the contestant was trying her best to match. She had also answered ‘husband.’ But none of the celebrities had answered husband OR dog. Until it came to Richard Dawson.

“Ladies and gentleman, the correct answer is in fact ‘Husband’.” He said, revealing his card.

“Ha! Richard Dawson always has the best answers.” You said, smiling proudly at having matched the Lee’s favorite. He liked Richard’s bravado. Lee especially liked him as the new host of Family Feud. (He’d been making half-jokes about having 3 kids so you could be on the show).

The contestant on screen celebrated the match as the camera panned to Fannie Flagg.

“Well, I said it ate her dog…” Fannie seemed to sheepishly admit, revealing her card.

“Well look at that. I guess your favorite and I are a good match.” He teased and you stuck your tongue out at him. Lee chuckled and said.

“You keep pushing that tongue out of your mouth, I’ll have to push it back in with something.” And you bit the inside of your cheek. You gave a fleeting thought to saying ‘heck with it’ and begging him to take you, but he rubbed your thigh and purred

“Watch the tv baby. Gunna teach you a little patience tonight. But I got a special surprise for you at the end of the show.” On the tv, the host had moved on to the next contestant and was reading the prompt.

“Chester the clown woke up so flat he could slide right under the door. That’s because the night before, he slept with blank.”

“Fat lady.” You replied instantly. Lee gave you a quick pinch, making you yelp.

“Who you calling fat, huh?” He teased.

“You’re not fat, baby. Just well fed.” You gave him a kiss and he smiled.

“Well, I guess I have you to thank for that.” He winked.

“Steam roller.” The contestant and both you and Lee and groaned.

“Really? I hate when they have dumb contestants.” You complained.

“I know. They miss some obvious answers.” Lee agreed. All of the celebrities revealed their answers, and all of them had written “Fat lady,” meaning the first contestant had won and would move to the next round. In this second round, the show would poll a recent studio audience, and the three most popular answers had different tiers of rewards. Matching the 3rd place answer would win $100, the 2nd place 250, and 1st place was $500.

The winning contestant a very nice-looking black girl with a big beautiful afro. She said she was a school teacher from Boston. She fidgeted slightly as the host read her prompt.

“Jazz blank.” She was allowed to choose 3 celebrities to try and match the answers. She chose Richard Dawson, Brett Sommers, and Charles Nelson Reilly. Richard answered “Jazz singer,” Brett answered “Jazz Age,” and Charles answered “Jazz it up” (in his most flamboyant way).

“Hmm…I like Jazz Age.” Lee said.

“Yeah that’s a good one. That’s kind of a hard question. Maybe Jazz Band?” You replied.

On the show, the contestant had gone with Jazz Age. Then, the host revealed the answers one by one. Jazz Musician was the $100 answer. No one had thought of that. Jazz Singer was the $250 answer. That was the one Brett had suggested. Before the $500 answer was revealed, everyone else was trying to guess what it is.

“Jazz baby!” said one celebrity.

“Jazz hands!” said another.

“Well, what do you all think?” the host asked the audience, who responded “Jazz band!” You and Lee both laughed. Sometimes the audience was a celebrity themselves.

The $500 dollar answer was Jazz Band.

“Well, aren’t you all so clever… for once.” The host mocked. You and Lee laughed but he was proud of how smart you are.

Now the contestant had a chance to win $2500 by matching one of the celebrities. She had chosen Richard Dawson.

“Blank sponge.” The host read. You and Lee both paused for a minute, looking at each other.

“That sure is an odd one.” Lee said.

“Agreed. Maybe wet sponge?” You offered.

“Not bad. You know a bit more about sponges than I do baby. I’ll go with dry sponge, just to keep things interesting.”

“Wet sponge.” The contestant said.

“Not a bad choice.” The host commented. “I would’ve drawn a blank. How about you, Richard?”

“I’m all Wet.” Richard said, before revealing his card that indeed said “wet” in loopy cursive writing.

“Well look at that baby, you just won us $2,500.” Lee teased.

At the end of the episode, the announcer read a message on the screen. “Think you have what it takes to match the stars? Send a post card with your name and phone number to PO BOX 4568 in Burbank, California!”

“Oh Lee! You think I should??”

“Absolutely baby. Bet you’d win us a whole fortune. Just don’t forget me when you’re famous.” Lee winked and kissed you.

“Oh hush... probably wouldn’t even pick me.”

“Sure, they will. then some producer will wanna put your beautiful face on every movie screen in America.” Lee kept kissing along your neck and peppering small ones on your face. “In fact, maybe they’ll pick you when they call the house at 2 in the afternoon while you’re taking a little kitten nap.” Lee said and you froze.

“Sheriff Lee Bodecker, you did not!” You exclaimed, turning in his lap to fully face him.

“I absolutely did darling. I know you love this show so much. You fly to Hollywood in 2 weeks to start your life of fame and fortune.” He teased, leaning closer to you. You were smiling so hard your cheeks started to hurt.

“Lee….” You started to squeal, but it turned into a whine as Lee started to kiss down your neck. You squirmed on his lap more until he wrapped his arms around you, pinning you close to him.,

“Now lemme take my little movie star to bed.” Lee growled, turning off the tv.

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vellicore · 1 year

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That Fateful Day

Summary: Everyone in town wonders why you won’t leave town now that you don’t have any reason to stay.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST - Canon character’s death

A/N: Divider by @firefly-graphics

Everyone in Knockemstiff had expected you to leave town after it had happened. No one thought you’d stick around. “What does she have to live for in this dingy town?” You’d hear some of the old ladies whisper at the grocery store.

Of course, you didn’t place them for judging. You didn’t have anything left in this town. After all, you knew in your heart he’d want you to get the hell out of here as well. But there was one thing in this town that made you stay.

The sun was shining bright today as you laid the flowers out upon the gravestone. It had been almost a year since that fateful day. You could still remember the argument the two of you had before it all happened. “I understand he killed Sandy, but what if he hurts you, Lee?” You shouted at him as he grabbed his rifle. The idea that Arvin Russell could hurt him seemed so ridiculous to him.

“We both know that ain’t happening.” He laughed at the idea. Oh, but it did happen. When you got the call that they found Lee’s body, it felt as if your entire world had collapsed. Why didn’t he listen to you?

So now you were laying flowers upon his grave like you did daily. Being here gave you a sense of peace you couldn’t find anywhere else in town. You knew the townspeople talked, and they gossiped about you. But the truth was, you couldn’t leave him.

#Lee Bodecker #lee bodecker fic #lee bodecker drabble #Lee Bodecker angst #lee bodecker x reader #sebastian stan

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mavsstar · 2 years

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𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dove…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Done.”

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

“Done.”

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

“Already in the making Dove. Anything else?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, “Yeah, a lot better.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He doesn’t have to know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” You answered. “Are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” She gaped. “Really?”

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

“Jeez,” Lenora commented.

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

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

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

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

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

“What about it?”

“Lenora and I really want to go-”

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

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

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

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

“My final answer is no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please never stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So Lee about the dance…”

“Still a hard no Dove.”

Well it was worth a try.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avin’s face dropped and he turned to look at you. “You’re still with him?” Arvin asked in disgust. “I can’t believe you.”

“You know Arvin I don’t get you,” You scoffed, having enough of Arvin. You were tired of him dicitaing your choices and you were about to let him have it. “Tellin’ me it ain’t right for me to be with Lee when you’re not so innocent yourself.”

“Because it isn’t.”

“You have no idea what is right and what is wrong.” You pointed your finger to his hard chest. “You’re nothing but a goddamn hypocrite,” You seethed through your teeth.

“I may be a lot of things but you can’t call me a hypocrite,” He declared, taking a step back.

“Really?” You questioned, your fists clenched by your sides. “What was Cheryl then? SHe was nothing?”

“That’s different,” He retorted. “You can’t compare that to this.”

“You’re right, it is different. What happened to you was worse.”

Not too long ago you found out about Arvin’s and Cheryl’s brief affair. You were at the station waiting for Lee to finish up. Cheryl sat right beside you drunk as a skunk, that’s when she let the secret slip out through her lips.

“You know, it’s a shame you’re lettin’ a guy like Arvin go,” She slurred out.

You cocked your head to the side, “Why would you say that?”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, “Not only is he a fine young man but he is great in bed.”

Your body stiffened at her statement, “You’ve slept with Arvin?”

“Oh honey the only reason we stopped is because you came along otherwise we’d be going at it like rabbits.”

You were beyond shocked but you felt the need to know every single detail you could get. “When did it start?”

“Last summer,” She answered in a dreamy tone. “There he was being cute as a button and I just couldn’t resist. He had no idea what to do, poor sweet thing.”

“But wasn’t Arvin just about to turn 17? Ain’t that illegal?”

“Shh,” She shushed you. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Arvin was about to open his mount, getting ready to protest but you spoke before he had the chance. “You better not tell me it’s because you’re a guy. That is nothing but horseshit.”

“A man has needs Y/N.”

You scoffed, “Please, you don't think I have needs?” Arvin remained quiet and chewed the inside of his cheek. “If it’s not so wrong like you saying it is, how come no one knows about it?”

“Because it's no one's business,” He retorted. “And it’s definitely not yours.”

“Then what goes on between Lee and I isn’t any of your business,” You countered, crossing your arms. “All I know is Lee has treated me with nothin’ but respect. He sees me for more than what is between my legs, can’t say the same thing about you.”

“So really Arvin, who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do with my life?” You continued. Arvin again stayed silent. “Arvin you mean a lot to me but if we’re going to be like this all the time then it’s best we cut off ties before it gets really nasty and one of us gets hurt.”

Arvin truly loved you and would’ve done anything to keep you close. Even now he still wants you close but with Lee in the way, he doesn’t think he has the strength to sit back and watch it all happen. “I can’t just not do anything Y/N. Not when I’m watchin’ you being taken away from me to a man that doesn’t deserve you.”

“So this is it then?”

“I don’t know…I need some time Y/N.” It was the last thing Arvin said before walking away.

Arvin sulked with his hands in his front pockets all the way home. He weighed both options, stay and lose you to Lee or leave and lose you to Lee. He wasn’t going to win in the end but at least he could have you close by. Then he thought about how much it would hurt to witness you live the life he wanted to live with you.

The cherry on top of his night was when he saw Lee parked right outside his house. Anger flashed through his body and stormed right up to Lee.

“What are you doin’ here?” Arvin fumed, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

“Came here to drop Emma off,” Lee calmly explained. “I saw her walkin’ alone and I gave her a ride. Is there a problem?”

“You know damn well there’s a problem,” He spat out. “You need to leave Y/N alone or else.”

“Or else what? You and I both know there’s no way in hell I’m goin’ to do that,” Lee dismissed Arvin. “At least not on my own will.”

“I’m goin’ to make sure the whole town finds out the kind of person you are, I swear by it.”

“Go right ahead boy, I ain’t scared of you,” Lee said. “But do that and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Lee decided he had enough and left Arvin. He drove off in a hurry to get out of his presence. He saw Arvin as some parasite you just couldn't get rid of but he was going to do it and he was going to do it the hard way. He only knew one person who could really help him voluntarily. So he stopped by their house, knocking on their front door.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, what can I do for you sheriff?”

“I need a favor from you Cheryl.”

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