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I'm Still Here - Chapter Five

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

In late 60s Meade, you’re married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper you’re the perfect couple – the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your life…so why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.

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Warnings: Strong violence, mild violence/threat towards pregnant woman, gun violence, knife violence.

This is the final chapter, I hope you've enjoyed! As always I appreciate reblogs and comments. This was a bit different for me and I enjoyed exploring it.

Wordcount: 3.5k

You could hear the men downstairs, roaming around and picking things up, calling out your name. Lee let you use your real first name after you married him. After all, nobody would find you with Bodecker as your last name, and nobody knew who Honeybee really was, so there was no risk. It was Lee’s idea; he was very clear that you shouldn’t lose all of your previous self in order to make room for the new you. He still liked to call you Honey, a little nod to how you met.

You felt rage brimming within as they used your first name, as they moved around your house and pawed at your things. How dare they? Your name wasn’t for their mouths, your belongings not for their eyes. The audacity to come into your home, the first real home you’d ever had, shared with the man you loved (and soon shared with your child), and sullying it with their voices, their presence, their grubby hands. Your heart pinched as you briefly wondered what they’d done to Lee…if they had hurt him…if he was even still al-

…But you couldn’t think about him right now. You needed to concentrate on you and baby. There would be time for him later.

Your finger squeezed the trigger of the shotgun.

These men were not going to take away what you’d fought your entire life for. Yes, it wasn’t all smooth sailing right now, but it could be fixed. It could all be fixed. You could see that now, finally it was clear. This wasn’t their call to make. You didn’t know yet what they’d taken from you…but if it was Lee? Well. If you couldn’t save him, you would avenge him.

“You take upstairs, I’ll do the kitchen and the garage” you heard one of them say as they hovered at the foot of the staircase.

This was it. You had been flitting between strategies since you had pulled out the gun. You had considered fleeing, but you weren’t exactly agile in your current condition. Plus, most of the neighbours weren’t around, so where would you go? Even if you called the station, which wasn’t likely as the men would hear you first and corner you by the phone, the police wouldn’t get here in time anyway. Your only choice was to go on the offensive.

Them separating was good, much easier to take on one armed man than two. The question was whether you went in guns blazing (literally) and took out goon number one, knowing the sound would send goon number two straight up the stairs right to you. Or maybe you needed to dispatch goon number one more quietly, as not to alert suspicion of goon number two and retain the element of surprise. But a shotgun wasn’t exactly a subtle shot, even with a silencer. And there was more of a guarantee you’d take him out quickly if loudly, rather than with a quieter, more discreet method. The last thing you needed was two of them coming for you at once, especially if one is wounded and pissed about it. Lord knows you’d dealt with that enough times in the past to know it was best to avoid.

The careful footsteps up the stairs and then along the hallway meant the decision was made for you. You stayed perfectly still as he drew closer; he called out your name and you gave your stomach a final cursory rub as you watched the doorknob slowly rotate…

The door gently rolled open, and you could pinpoint the moment he saw you, his features pinging across his face in a look of surprise as his fist tightened around the pistol in his right hand.

“Mrs-”

But it was too late. You fired, your feet squatting apart to keep your balance from the inevitable recoil. It was much louder than you remembered it being, but maybe it just sounded that way in the cosy enclave of the spare bedroom. The noise thundered in your ears and the stench of gunpowder and heat hit your nose as you bounced backwards slightly.

You watched his expression change for a split second as he realised what was happening, but it was over quickly as the blood and tissue enveloped his fear. His heavy frame slumped to the floor with a sickening thud and just as quickly as he’d arrived, he was face down on the plush cream carpet. You were grateful not to see the full grisly aftermath of your handiwork.

“I promised I’d never do this again, but you left me no choice” you whispered regretfully to him as you pumped the weapon once more. But of course, he couldn’t hear you.

You toed the pistol out of his closed fist and kicked it under the dresser. It wasn’t like he was going to suddenly get up and start firing – but you could never be too careful.

You held the shotgun back up and tensed your ears through the slight ringing to try and make out the sounds in the rest of the house. The fact that his buddy hadn’t run up the stairs, or even called out to check on his friend, worried you. He was either a big rookie at this and was somewhere in the house cowering, or worst-case scenario – he was more experienced than that and was being more cautious than his departed pal as he waited to make his move.

You stayed where you were for a moment, listening to the sounds of the house. Nothing stood out. You could hear the low hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the distant song of a bird outside, but little else. The optimist in you hoped he had fled, but you would’ve heard the front door. After some time had passed, you took a couple of steps backwards while keeping your eyes on the door. You quickly glanced out of the window. Their van was still parked up out front. No sign of anyone outside.

You moved forward again, back to your post in front of the fallen man. If you glanced quickly you might think he was praying at your feet. The adrenaline was pumping hard as you steadied your breathing and kept the gun raised. You looked out into the hallway once more, seeing only the wedding photo of you and Lee affixed to the wall across from the doorway. You smiled. You both looked so happy.

And you had been happy. It had been difficult to transition to this new life, to give up thieving and fighting for pot roasts and furniture polish. To play your new role, to be a ‘normal’ wife, smile in the right places and pretend your mother had taught you to cook and clean and sew like everyone else’s had. There was an unspoken code all the other wives seemed to know that you could barely scratch the surface of. Every fibre of your being screamed that you didn’t belong.

However, falling for Lee had not been difficult. No. It was the easiest thing in the world. You supposed you were already halfway there long before his strange proposal in the woodshed that day. Part of you had always known. You imagined you would’ve found each other no matter which path you took. It was easy and effortless. It was the one thing you didn’t have to fake. There was no artifice in that wedding day smile. You’re not sure why he took a chance on you, but you were glad he did. You had cherished every moment with him. Every late-night conversation. Every handhold as you strolled in public. Every reassuring hand pressed onto your lower back when he knew you were feeling overwhelmed. Every groan in your ear as he slipped inside of you, every caress, every hungry kiss, every sweet embrace. The safest place in the world was in his arms when the two of you drifted off to sleep. He has saved you and given you a new start, and while it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, you were grateful. You wanted to make him proud.

And this was no exception.

Time passed and there was still no movement from the missing man. You were both in a stand-off, waiting the other out. It continued. The silence almost mocking.

After more time had passed (it felt like hours) you decided to take the bull by the horns and finish this. You would no longer be cornered in your home; you would tackle this how the Cypress gang used to. Finish it. For baby. For Lee. For you.

You took a deep breath and stepped carefully over the man’s body and out into the hallway, the shotgun raised, and your muscles clenched. You peered out tentatively. Nobody either side. Feeling emboldened you took another step forward.

Before you had time to plan your next move, the shotgun was unceremoniously yanked from behind, leaving your hands and tumbling you to the floor. Fuck. You looked up to a dark-haired man standing over you, the gun barrel pointing between your eyes. He was clenching his teeth in anger.

“You fucking bitch…” he growled.

He must’ve been hiding out in another room and waited until your guard was down. You should’ve caught that. Clearly, you were a little rusty.

“You’re gonna pay for that you whore” he snarled at you as he squinted over at the other man.

He sighed. “I’m sorry Bobo…” he muttered as he shook his head at the crumpled figure.

“Please…I-”

“Shut up” he barked, crashing the gun against your forehead. “You got lucky with your husband’s gun, but it won’t happen again”.

“Lee…Where…where is he?” you asked, your voice hoarse with fear.

“He’s alive” the man muttered. “Unfortunately.”

You thought you might throw up with the relief that flooded you. He was okay. Probably roughed up but okay. All the more reason to keep going.

“Please sir…I’m pregn-” you began to plead but he held up his hand and signalled for you to stop.

“I know. I’m not blind, sweetheart” he sighed, almost a hint of regret in his tone. “This isn’t personal, all right? Your fatass husband got you into this mess. I’m sorry”.

“You don’t have to do this…” you said quietly.

“I do” he sighed again. “I need to show Sheriff Bodecker who is in charge here”.

“What…what are you going to do to me? To us…?” you rubbed your stomach.

“Just get downstairs” he snapped. “Do what I say, and I’ll go as easy as I can”.

You nodded, your mind going a million miles an hour. Could you run? Try grab the gun off him? Scream?

“I’m going to stand up, alright?” you offered coyly, raising your hands to show you weren’t a threat.

He nodded and you slowly got to your feet. The little fall fortunately hadn’t been too rough. You were okay. Baby was okay.

All this man knew about you was that you were Lee’s little wife. He thought you got lucky with ‘Bobo’ or whoever that was. Don’t give him any reason to doubt that. Back in the gang, you used a similar routine all the time, all doe-eyed and flustered. Men always underestimated you. They simply could not fathom that you were anything less than meek and scared.

“P-please sir…” you mumbled tearfully, shaking a little.

Underestimating your enemy was the worst mistake you could make. He would soon learn that lesson.

He gestured you to go down the stairs and you cautiously descended, moving slowly. He followed close behind, the shotgun looming between your shoulder blades. He was muttering and cursing, clearly improvising all of this after unexpectedly losing his employee.

He led you to the living room when he told you to stop. Keeping the gun pointed on you, he rested it on his shoulder briefly as he used his free hand to dig around in a knapsack on the floor that he must’ve stashed when they came in earlier. You saw rope and duct tape spill out from the opening. You stood there, trembling.

Or he thought you were trembling, at least.

He pulled out a polaroid camera.

“First…I need to take a few ‘before’ pictures for the good Sheriff…” he murmured. “Really tell the story, y’know”.

Fumbling with the camera meant he lost his hold on the gun for a second. Knowing you might not get another chance; you seized the opportunity.

It all happened in slow motion.

You leapt over towards him and grabbed the shotgun barrel with one hand, punching his head away with the other. He was stronger than you, but the shock had thrown him. He managed to yank the handle and the trigger and fired, but your grappling with the barrel meant the bullet fired into the ceiling. You screamed into his face as he tried to pump the gun and reload, but you continued to wrestle the barrel away. He grunted with surprise but quickly regained his composure as he went to his pocket, and you knew he must’ve had a handgun there, just like his friend did.

In the ensuing tussle the two of you fell to the ground. He was on top of you as he cursed at you and went purple with rage, but you screamed right back at him. He pulled the handgun from his pocket with his free hand, and you grabbed at his wrist, trying to push it away.

“I’m going to enjoy this, bitch” he hissed between a clenched jaw as he raised the gun.

You slammed your hand down as hard as you could into his windpipe and as he choked and spluttered you retrieved Lee’s knife from your brassiere. You pulled it from its sheath and plunged it deep into his neck, twisting it to ensure it took. With your free hand you smacked the gun from his grasp as he moved his fingers to the knife handle. His eyes went wide as he fell forward, and you used the opportunity to roll away from underneath him as he hit the living room carpet, then pulled the gun away and unloaded it. He watched you in disbelief as he bled, stunned at what had just unfolded. You’d seen that look on men before.

“Yeah. Not what you expected, huh?” you taunted.

Panting and rubbing your belly you wiped the sweat from your brow as you took a second to recover. Baby kicked back in silent reciprocation. You noticed the blood on your hands and ruined dress. Just then, the man began to groan. He slowly moved himself up to his knees and began to crawl slowly towards the door.

You were overcome with rage as you sat up and sped towards him. Before you knew it you had pulled the knife from his neck, causing him to collapse as the blood poured.

“Motherfucker…coming into MY HOME. Hurting MY BABY. MY HUSBAND…” you screamed, punctuating your words with vicious strikes into his back.

He groaned and wheezed and begged as you continued to stab him, your anger a red cloud whipping you into a frenzy you couldn’t control. All your pent-up rage about what they’d tried to do, how they’d threatened you and baby, and Lee. Nearly losing Lee. And every bit of anger you had held onto – the injustice of the world, the unfair start you’d had in it, everything you’d either lost or never had as your own in the first place. How hard it was to slip into the shoes of a normal person because you’d never truly had the opportunity to try. Honeybee wasn’t dead after all, she was right here, and she would never fully leave.

Finally, exhausted, you dropped the knife and slid onto your back, panting. You cringed at the sight of the living room, crimson and stained with death, worlds away from the classically curated yet cosy space it was just a few minutes before. You panted, and just laid there.

*

Lee pulled the cruiser into the driveway so fast he knocked the mailbox over, crumpling it beneath his front tyre. Neighbours peeked through the curtains in horror as the Sheriff jumped from his car and high-tailed it across his front yard, shouting his wife’s name. He kicked through the front door, his voice booming with both anger and panic.

“Lee?” you called out from the living room, snapped out of your haze.

“Honey…” he yelled as he soared towards you. His eyes bulged at the sight of Leroy’s back torn to ribbons.

You reached for him, and he grabbed you and pulled you close, holding you so tight it almost hurt. You gasped at his black eye and the bruises on his face as you traced them carefully with your finger.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he repeated in your ear like a prayer as he kissed your temple and kissed your face and tenderly held you.

“Are you alright? Is baby alright?” he asked desperately.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. We’re okay” you cooed against his forehead as you kissed him back.

You told him it was okay, and that you’d taken care of it. You told him he needed to stop the shady shit and he promised he would, and he swore on the baby’s life between peppering desperate kisses all over your face.

He took a second to go and tell the peering neighbours it was okay, to stay outside and asked them to call the station as his wife had been the victim of a home invasion. Then he came back and pulled you away from Leroy and into the kitchen where he kissed you long and he kissed you hard, feeling every inch of your body as if he couldn’t believe you were here.

“I’ve missed you Lee” you finally said.

“I’ve missed you too, Honey” he sighed. “I know I’ve been distant…I guess I’m scared”.

“I’m scared too, Lee” you sniffed. “I know I haven’t exactly been present either…this is a lot for me too. But don’t shut me out, okay? We need to do this together”.

He nodded.

“I’m gonna be better…I promise”.

He held a tentative hand out to your stomach, moving it slowly towards you. You took it and gently placed it on your belly. He gasped as his fingers made contact with the swell.

“Our little baby…in there” he smiled.

You smiled back. “Sure is”.

As if on cue, the baby kicked back against his hand, causing Lee to chuckle in disbelief. His eyes brimmed with tears as your heart sang, this was what you wanted. Finally.

“Strong little thing…just like mama” he laughed.

You grinned back. “And daddy”.

His expression darkened. “I’m sorry…you had to do that. Like this. And alone. It must’ve brought back some tough memories…”

You sighed. “It’s okay. They were bad guys. They were going to hurt me and baby. They’d hurt you. I did what I had to do. I know I said I’d never do it again…but I had to”.

He nodded again, his fingers stroking at the blood soaked into your dress. “I’ll fix it for ya Honey. Alright? Home invasion. Pregnant woman. Leroy and Bobo were known to be involved in organised crime, they put a hit out on the Sheriff’s wife. It’s open and shut. Don’t worry about none of it. I’ll clean it up good and you shouldn’t even need to go to court”.

He pondered for a second. “Gonna be tricky to explain the multiple stab wounds in the back though...”

“Pregnancy hormones” you giggled.

Lee rolled his eyes and laughed with you. “I told them they’d die in this house…They just didn’t expect it would be because of you”.

“Yeah…that was unlucky for them” you snorted.

You both just stood there for a little while, both grateful to have the privilege of being together in this moment in time.

“I’m sorry Lee…another mess of mine for you to clean up…”

“Oh Hell, I like cleaning up your messes. Keeps me busy, outta trouble…” he smiled.

He tenderly held your chin between his fingers and looked into your eyes.

“I can’t believe I nearly lost you” he said gravely, shaking his head.

“Well, you didn’”t.

“I know…but I coulda”.

“Lee…” you said softly. “It’s gonna take more than two thugs with guns to get rid of me, you know that…You’re stuck with me.”

You smiled at your joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he just looked sullen.

“Sometimes I worry…that I’ve put a bird in a cage, here” he told you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “Maybe you’re stuck with me”.

“No…no. You saved me, Lee” you whispered. “I’m not a prisoner here. I’m your wife”.

He smiled. And you smiled. And you knew it would all be okay, now. You both found your way back to each other once more. You weren’t a caged bird at all, you were free. Truly free for the first time in your life.

“I love you, Honeybee”.

“I love you too, Sheriff Bodecker”.

THE END

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi firstly I love your work secondly I have a request about something like Lee cheating on reader hurting her bad eventually she moves on with Steve Kemp and one day Lee sees reader again he tries to win her back troubling a bit and Steve comes to comfort protect her and he scares Lee in unique way (we know what Kemp does for a living 😉)

hello, thank you! and I hope you like this!

summary - lee cheats on you which causes you to spend time finding yourself, leading you toward your new love steve kemp. what happens when the one who broke your heart finds you again?

warning - angst, cheating, violence, mentions of cannibalism.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by a deactivated again:(

No one ever prepared you for the pain of being cheated on, you thought that Lee was the one, having been together for five years. You had dreamt of the two of you getting married, being the perfect little housewife for him. You never expected to walk in on him balls deep inside his secretary, the very one he told you not to worry about. Everything was blurry after that, you could barely remember you storming out of his office, or that he didn’t even chase after you. You didn’t wait for him to come home, you immediately packed your things and left the house, letting him come home to an empty house. 

It had been two years since you had your heart broken and through those years you had managed to love yourself and find love again, even though your trust issues would spike at times. From time to time, you would get flashbacks of walking in on Lee, getting stabbing pains in your chest when you remember each painful detail of that day. You stare blankly ahead, lost in your thoughts with a coffee in your hand, you couldn’t hear as Steve calls for you.

“Sweetheart.” 

You remember walking in, dropping the freshly baked biscuits to the ground as you watched the love of your life fuck into his very young and pretty secretary that’s bent over the desk. You remember how his head turned and he just smirked at you, it felt as though your heart was being ripped out.

“Y/n!” You blink, feeling a burning sensation on your hand and your eyes move down, causing you to notice your recently bought coffee has now crumbled into your hand as the liquid flows out of it, burning your flesh. “Fuck, Honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve gently removes the ruined coffee from your hold and into the trash before he pulls you over to a bathroom and carefully cleans your hands. “Flashbacks again?” You nod, “I’m sorry, I forgot that, that particular pet name was what he used.” 

“It’s okay… It’s my fault.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he glares at you. 

“No it’s not, it’s never your fault!” He gently takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

Steve Kemp, what a dream he was. You had met him during a time where you were between loving yourself and finding love again. You had been walking past your local hospital and ran into him as he was coming out, gobsmacked as to how they hired such handsome doctors. You even blurted out asking if his looks distracted the other doctors from their job. He laughed, causing your mind to become fuzzy as you stared up at him dazedly. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and through that happiness, you asked him out. Thankfully, he accepted and here you are, staring at the godlike man as he cleans the hot coffee from your hands.

“I love you…” He looks at you and smiles, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing them softly.

“I love you, honey. Now, there won’t be any scars or damage. So are you ready to go? I can reorder a drink, maybe a cold one this time.” You smile, nodding and letting him help you down from the sink. Steve wraps his arm around you gently, leading you back out into the coffee shop and lines up to reorder an iced coffee. 

As you leave the coffee shop, waiting for Steve, your world begins to crash as you hear a familiar voice. “Well if it isn’t my little ol’ sweetheart!” Your eyes widen as you turn and stare at the chubby man making his way over to you. How the hell was this possible? He made it clear that he would never leave his hometown. “You’re a hard woman to find.” He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face. “Now, what do you say, baby. You come back home, this little spat of yours has gone on long enough.” Lee’s grubby hands reach forward and grip your arm, you didn’t know how you ever fell in love with him. 

“Get your hands off of me! We are over! Did that not go through your head when I left after I caught you fucking someone else?!” You struggle against his hold, looking behind you in hopes that Steve comes out soon. 

“Pfft, please. That wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last, so now, Sweetheart. You are gonna shut your pretty mouth and come with me, and then, you will turn a blind eye whenever I go out with another woman. You hear?” 

“Well that isn’t happening.” Steve steps out, your iced coffee in his hand. He stares down the man, not flinching as Lee tries to intimidate him. “I suggest you let go of my girl.” He speaks slowly, but clearly. When Lee doesn’t let go, only tightening his hold on your arms, causing you to let out a whimper. With quick movement, Steve steps forward and grabs ahold of Lee’s wrist, gripping it and beginning to twist. His glare sharpens as Lee lets out grunts of pain. Steve leans forward and whispers, “If you touch, look, speak or even think of my girl again. I will cut you up into little pieces and serve you to your town.” Lee’s eyes widen and he immediately lets go and backs up, usually nothing would scare Lee, but the seriousness in Steve’s voice and eyes made him rethink everything. 

Steve’s arm wraps around you and he hands you your drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Right, well. You aren’t worth this much trouble.” Lee clears his throat and quickly walks away, and you look up at Steve.

“Did you threaten to cut him up?” Steve looks down at you and smiles.

“Of course, and also you are worth it.” He winks at you and you shake your head with a smile.

“I mean… I wouldn’t stop you if you went through with it.”

And with those words, a plan began to form inside of Steve’s head. 

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[nickfowlerrr]

Would you rather:

Walk in on dbf!Lee pleasuring himself to your pictures or have Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode while he’s fucking you 💞

it's no secret

pairing: dbf!lee bodecker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. reader is at minimum 25 but there's still an age gap. male masturbation. unprotected smut. lee being referred to as "daddy". honestly not as nasty as i was originally imagining this to be, and not as forbidden as most dbf tropes should probably be lol sorry.

words: 3.7k

notes: i was gonna say bucky, i really was, but then i got to thinking, and suddenly my fingers got to typing, and now here we are lol. pls enjoy.

thank you in advance for reading! comments and reblogs are always welcome and so appreciated.

You were essentially blackmailed into coming along on this weekend trip to the family cabin by your dad. A promise that he wouldn't tell your mom about your holiday plans, and how they didn't involve you coming home this year, in exchange for your presence on this "family" trip. 

Unfortunately, your father failed to mention the last minute change of plans that included a few more people than you were prepared for staying at the cabin with you. 

Your room was yours, but all the other ones were now taken by family friends; some you knew, and some you'd only just met. As annoyed as you were at the number of people around, the presence of one in particular kept you from loading up your car and faking a work emergency to head back to your apartment in the city.

Lee Bodecker was a relatively new friend of your dad's, but his impression was lasting to say the least.

He was tall and thick, had a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, gorgeous blue eyes and the beginnings of crow's feet around them that only added to his attractiveness; you couldn’t deny that his age and respectability were part of what held your attention. His chestnut hair was dark with gray that shone through around his hairline and the badge he wore on his belt caught your eye, too. A sheriff. Hm. He had this air about him, this unspoken confidence and a powerful, authoritative presence that had you just a little more than interested in the man.

You had met a few weeks back at your dad's birthday party. He had caught you staring at him from across the room as he spoke to a group of people crowded around him, while you were sitting on the couch alone, nursing your soda and watching the party go on around you.

You hadn’t meant to stare, didn't even realize you were, until his sapphire eyes met yours. The twitch of a smirk playing on his lips as he returned your gaze sent a thrill up your spine, but you simply looked away, taking a sip from your drink as you crossed your legs and got more comfortable on the sofa.

You felt his eyes on you for a moment longer before the heavy weight of his gaze fell away. It wasn't long after that that a heavy weight soon fell next to you on the loveseat. 

Most of the guests, and your parents, were drunk as the party continued all around you, no one paying much of any attention to you or Lee as you sat right up against one another.

You set your drink on the side table before you turned slightly with a raised brow to your unexpected company.

“Hope you don’t mind me comin over, darlin’,” he began easily, “you looked a little lonely sittin here by yourself.”

His arm moved to stretch across the back of the couch, inviting you in closer to him than you already were.

“Did I?” you questioned. “Well, I appreciate you tearing yourself away from your enraptured audience just to offer me some company.”

You and Lee spoke for a long while, his charm effortless, his hand wandering, and that damn lopsided smirk never faltering as he flirted and teased you with fleeting touches… his big, warm palm sliding up your exposed thigh, under the tight material of your dress in a game of chicken until he was reluctantly pulled away from you by the badgering of your dad and his drunken friends, needing Lee to recount the story you were sure they’d all hear a million times by now. 

You had had enough yourself for one night, so adjusted the hem of your dress that would have been riding up your thick thighs regardless, and grabbed your purse and keys.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” you said as you moved past him to get to your dad first, needing to say your goodbyes to your parents before you left.

“You will,” Lee rumbled in his reply, his voice a little deeper now than it had been earlier as he watched you walk in front of him, the view leaving him licking his lips as he fought to keep his hands to himself.

And he was right. 

You weren’t expecting him to be here this weekend, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 

All day had been spent with you both stealing glances at one another and trying repeatedly to get close, only for someone to come by and ruin any chance you had to even speak. 

It wasn’t until that night that you finally had some alone time with Lee.

Your parents were leading a hike up the mountain to see the stars that everyone wanted to join in on. Everyone but you two.

Lee had said goodnight to the group as they started getting ready to take off while you hung back, making sure everyone had everything they’d need. You helped spray your mom’s friend’s kids with bug repellent and double checked the flashlight batteries on the bigger lights before giving your portable phone charger to your dad, just in case, before the group of them left for their hike.

You were surprisingly giddy as you watched them all take off down the path. You waited a few minutes, making sure no one was gonna change their minds about the long night hike and turn around. You did a quick look around the cabin to ensure it really was just you and Lee and when you were satisfied, you went to your room to change into something more…easily accessible. 

You fussed over your hair needlessly for a minute in the bathroom before adjusting the straps of your night slip.

As you padded down the hallway from your room to the one Lee was staying in, you slowed when you heard noise coming from his direction.

The closer you got, the more the anticipation built as you realized what it was you were hearing.

Lee’s grunts and moans filled the empty hallway and had your pussy fluttering as your heart pounded. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to ease the growing desire but it did little to satisfy you as his voice only rose. 

When you were at the door, you realized that it wasn’t completely closed. He’d left it ajar.

You saw the glow of his phone from over his shoulder as he sat on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from the door.

You didn’t have to guess to know what it was he was doing, his fist moving tortuously over his thick cock as he pumped himself. It did surprise you, though, when you made out what it was he was looking at; more aptly, who he was looking at.

You recognized your picture from your private instagram account, the one you kept family off of. It was for your sexier pictures, the ones you didn’t always feel comfortable posting on your main. You’d followed Lee from that account the day after you’d met, your mom had posted a picture from the party and tagged him, among others, in the group pictures, and you took the opportunity as it was presented to you.

You’d messaged each other when you got the spare chance, exchanged numbers, and talked more these past weeks. So much so, you had even told him you were going to be out of town for this trip this weekend. 

The cocky smile he wore when he saw you this afternoon let you know why he hadn’t decided to share that he’d be here too. The look of surprise on your face was exactly what he wanted to see.

He’d tried to set up a time to see you in the time between your meeting and now, but you were always busy when he was free and vice versa. Honestly, a part of him was worried if you knew he’d be here, you would’ve found a way out. 

God, was he wrong. 

You’d been desperate for this man since the night you met him.

As you pushed the door further open, you couldn’t help but admire his form. He was naked as he sat on the edge of the bed, the muscles in his solid back flexing as his strong arm moved up and down while he stroked himself.

You didn’t even realize you were breathing heavier as you inched closer, his moans the only thing you could focus on now.

Lee could sense you coming up behind him, he heard you when you pushed the door open, and now he was really putting on a show for you. He wanted you to know exactly what you did to him, with just a goddamn photo. He wanted you to hear how fucking good you make him feel without even having to have his hands on you. 

You aren’t thinking as you climb onto the bed, crawling closer to him until you're against him entirely. You take a second before you allow your hands to touch him, slipping them up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest as he purrs, leaning back into you.

You’re mesmerized by his movements, his fist pumping over his leaking cock as he keeps his eyes on his phone, your photo taking up the screen as his mind runs wild with all the things he wants to do to you. 

“As good of a picture as that is,” you speak headily in his ear, causing goosebumps to break out over his skin, “I’m sure I can do more for you in person.” You smile as he licks his pink lips, taking his phone from him before gently tossing it up the bed.

“‘Bout damn time,” he responds gruffly, turning to capture your lips in his as he lets go of his cock. He holds your head with one hand as he threatens to consume you with his kiss alone.

He then reaches his arm down and takes you by the waist as he moves to lay down on the bed in the same moment, everything much more hurried now as he urges you to move on top of him.

Lee is completely naked as you straddle him, your night slip raised over your hips to allow the position. 

“Fuck I’ve been picturing you like this since the night of your dad’s party,” he said as his hands moved from your thighs, up your hips, and under the slip to push it up your body further.

“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” you rasped before you allowed him to raise the slip higher, finally pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

“How pissed do you think he’d be if he knew his precious daughter was seconds away from riding his friend’s cock in his own cabin, huh?”

“Lee, please,” you moan with a pout.

He chuckles as he reaches a hand up from your hip to your breasts, pinching a nipple meanly as you whine, moving your hips over his to no avail. He keeps you exactly where he wants you.

“You made me wait, it’s only fair, darlin’,” he smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“You’re gonna be left waiting even longer if they get back soon,” you try to argue.

“You think I won’t still fuck you if your parents are here?” he asks as he takes hold of his cock again. You move your hips, trying to make it easier for him to position himself as he moves his dripping cockhead up and down your slit. You moan helplessly as he rubs against your clit, leaning over him as you urge him to just put it in already. His tauntings aren’t doing anything to help, either.

You can feel his tip at your entrance as you feel his lips against your ear, 

“Let your dad hear you screamin’ daddy,” he growls as he thrusts into you at last, a wanton moan escaping you as your hands find purchase on his shoulders. 

He growls again as your walls grip his length. He holds you there for a long moment as you adjust to his intrusion, his fingers digging into your fleshy hips.

“God, you feel so good,” you whimper before you begin to move atop him, his hands leading your movements.

Your head falls back in pleasure as you ride him, the way he fills you up, a delight you don’t think you’ve ever experienced. 

Lee watches you with heavy lids, his blue eyes dark with unrestrained lust. He lets you take control as you move your hips over his, chasing your own pleasure as each move stimulates your clit.

He can’t stop himself though, eventually his hips jerk up into you, causing you to clench around him, your hold on him tightening when he begins fucking up into you with abandon.

You fall onto him with a cry as he grips your ass almost painfully.

The first slap he lands is sharp and stings but has your walls gripping his shaft even tighter.

“You like that, baby?” he snickers through a moan as you babble mindlessly, his cock still thrusting into you as his hips never slow.

The second slap burns more than the first but Lee quickly follows it up with his palm massaging the sting gently as you moan meekly.

“Daddy asked you a question, darlin’,” he taunts as his pace slows. The drag of his cock is still long and deep, though. He ensures you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out of your cunt. 

“Yes,” you answer as you pick your hips up and down, wanting it harder.

Another slap has you gasping as you peer up at Lee. Your mouth goes dry at the look in his eyes as his hips stop moving entirely.

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur as you hold his stare.

A growl ripes from his throat at your words as he holds your waist tightly, flipping you so you’re on your back as he hovers above you.

The sight of Lee between your legs sends a new wave of slickness to your pussy as you relax into the bed with a pleasured sigh.

He positions himself at your entrance and slides right in, pulling you closer by your hips as he thrusts into your wet heat.

He groans as he leans over you, looking down at your exposed body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You’re stunned at his words. You knew he was attracted to you, duh, but there was something so genuine about the way he said it. It sent a flutter to your belly as you couldn’t do anything but stare back up at him with doe eyes as he fucked you so perfectly.

You reached up and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips into his as your response. He licked into your mouth and you let him dominate the kiss as you followed his lead.

He finally broke it when you were both nearly out of breath. 

“Goddamn perfect,” he husked as he leaned back up, rolling his hips into yours, his cock sliding right against the spot you most wanted to feel him. He groped your breasts, kneading them with his large hand, playing with your nipples as he growled and groaned, his touch and filthy sounds only spurning you on further.

“Lee,” you whimpered, grabbing at him as your walls tightened, that coil in your belly tightening more and more with his every thrust.

“‘M right there, baby. Right there with you,” he huffed, “just a little more.”

“Please,” you breathed, your eyes squeezing tightly as you tried to hold off your orgasm just a little longer, “please, Lee.”

He grunted, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucked your harder, stretching you delightfully. 

“Please come with me, Daddy, please,” you begged, earning a deep thrust and a symphony of sinful noises and curses from the man pounding into you. Another harsh thrust had you nearly squealing as you finally came around his thick length, the hot pleasure shooting through you before crashing down wave after euphoric wave as your body tensed and shook.

Cries of pleasure and his name like a prayer left your lips as your walls milked his cock, his come filling you up as he let himself burst inside of you. The hot, thick ropes of his release hitting your walls had you squeezing him tighter as you whimpered beneath him.

As you began to come down and tried to regulate your breathing, his hand on your face had you opening your eyes before they closed once more as he pressed his swollen lips to yours. The kiss was slow and deep as his hips slowed and stilled against yours while your hands found his face in return, holding him to you. His cock softened and slipped out of you, causing you to murmur into the kiss at the loss of him. He smirked against your lips before he ended it, pressing his forehead to yours instead as you breathed each other in. 

You peered into his eyes as he stared down at you.

There was a softness in his gaze that you swear could’ve had you melting into the mattress right then and there.

He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but return it as you smiled demurely back.

Your thumb mindlessly stroked his cheek before he nuzzled into your touch. Lee let his body lay down next to you on the mattress, holding your hand against his face and pulling your body closer to his with his free hand.

He sighed contentedly as you turned into him. 

“Was the wait worth it?” you asked softly.

He looked to you, squeezing you just a bit tighter, “Well worth it.”

You laughed, “Good. I’m glad. We’ll have to do this again sometime,” you simpered, pushing off of him, turning back to get off the bed.

“Where do you think you’re goin’ sweetheart?” he said, stopping you from leaving.

“What, I can’t stay in here. My mom’ll realize I’m not in my room and freak out. She’s paranoid about me being taken by some mystery monster up here, has been since I was a kid,” you reminisced. 

“Darlin’,” he drawled, rolling over you once again, “I think she already knows you’ve been taken by the monster,”

You laughed as he attacked your neck with kisses, holding you close to him. 

“Oh, and you, Sheriff, you’re the monster?”

“Mhm. Prepared to take her daughter away to his lair. Keep her all to himself,” he murmured against your skin.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” you said, running your fingers through his short hair, “I don’t foresee her putting up much of a fight.”

You could feel his smirk before he pulled away to look you in the eyes once again. 

“I am serious, darlin’. I think she already knows we may be up to something.”

“How would she possibly know that?”

He sighed, turned and layed down next to you again, “I asked your dad for his permission before I tried to ask you out the other week.”

“What? You did?” you asked in disbelief, “and he said yes?”

“I was as shocked as you are,” he smiled. “He asked me the other day at work how it went and when I told him we hadn’t been able to set anything up, he invited me here this weekend.”

“Ah,” all the pieces were connecting now as you let out a breathless chuckle. “Hm.”

“There a problem with that?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I just. I don’t normally tell my parents about the people I see until things are, uhm…serious, I guess?... And I mean, this was great, I would absolutely love to do it again,” you smiled, “but, uh, what exactly are we doing? Just so we’re on the same page, so we know where we stand.”

“Sex is great,” he agreed, “but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t hoping for more.”

“More as in, like, dating?”

He turned to be face to face with you before he spoke, “That was my intention.”

You nodded then, fighting a bigger smile from breaking out across your face. 

“Okay,” as you spoke, you could hear the front door downstairs open. Your eyes went wide as your head shot to the still open door of the room, “Shit. Well for now, I’d prefer my parents not know I desecrated their beloved cabin by getting creampied by their friend in the bed that they paid for,” you whisper ranted as you clamored off the bed and pulled your night slip back on. You were about to rush to the door, trying to beat them up the stairs as Lee sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching you, quite entertained by your frantic state before you stopped in your tracks, turned around and padded back over to him, “I’ll leave my door open, but you’ll have to wait until my parents shut their light off if you want round two,” you whispered, kissing him gently before slipping away just as fast, shutting his door behind you. All he could do was smile, still basking in the afterglow and the idea of what was still to come.

It was an hour later, after your mom had checked in on you - a habit from the past twenty something years since they’d bought the cabin - and their lights went out across the hall, that your bed dipped as Lee quietly crawled in beside you.

His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against your ear,

“You said somethin’ bout round two. Much as I loved hearin’ you moan for me, let’s see how quiet you can be for Daddy.”

You whimpered almost inaudibly, but Lee heard it anyway, his large hand coming up to your throat, instantly causing you to get even more wet for him as he squeezed ever so slightly.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?” he prompted, a wicked smirk on his lips as he pressed his boxer cover erection against your bare ass.

Your voice was a pathetic whisper as you pressed back against him,

“Yes, Daddy.”

[shadeysprings]

The Tears on Ivory

—Priest!Lee Bodecker x Church Pianist!F!Reader

Summary — The new priest of your church asks you to sing for him.

Warnings — noncon, public sex, face shot, religious references, and other dark themes. There may be more that I forgot so I ask that you read with caution.

A/N — Kindly blame @vellicore and @flordeamatista for such sexy sinful ideas. But I mean, who could even resist this belly daddy? Not me. No beta so may be sloppy.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️

A sense of unease washes over you when you see Father Bodecker standing by the royal doors, bidding the last child and his parents goodbye. Choir practice just ended and you collect your music sheets from the stand of the piano, yet you do it with haste, not wanting to be alone with him in the great hall. But the sound of the wooden doors closing is just as loud as your beating heart.

“Leavin’ so soon, Sweetheart?” His voice echoes through the night air and you turn to face him, watching as he slowly walks up to you.

“It’s gettin’ late, Father.” You tell him with a smile, doing your best to hide the fear that begins to bloom in your core. “My daddy wouldn’t want me stayin’ out too long. Says it ain’t safe for a lady bein’ alone in the night.” You explain, hoping that the mention of your daddy would keep him at bay.

“But you’re in the house of God with your priest. Ain’t nowhere safer than here, right?” He’s closer now, intense blue eyes trained on you and the smirk he sends your way brings a chill up your spine. You look away, not wanting him to see your dread, and focus on the white tab tucked underneath the collar of his black shirt.

“I hear you singin’ with ‘em kids—such a lovely voice you have.” You take his compliment but keep your guard up as you cradle your purse in your arms, keeping the bench between the two of you. “I want to hear it again. One of ‘em hymns for tomorrow’s mass.”

“I’d love to, Father, but—”

“You know, disobeying the will of the priest is equivalent to disobeying the will of God.” Your hand trembles with how he says those words, swallowing thickly as you try to calm your nerves. “You wouldn’t want that, do you? To disobey the Lord?”

You shake your head.

“Good girl.” The praise makes you feel nothing but disgust. “Now, why don’t you get back in that chair and start playing?”

And just like that, you do as you are told; setting down your purse on the side of the piano and taking your seat once more. Your spine tenses and your hands shake upon setting them over the keys when he goes to stand behind you, feeling the excess of his stomach brushing against your arm.

Just play, you tell yourself, and you hope then when you do, when you’ve done what is being asked of you, that he will leave you alone.

Ever since Father Bodecker - Lee as he likes to be addressed - arrived in your quaint town as the new priest, things for you have never been the same. The sense of trepidation never once came across your mind when you were first within his presence, but it soon blossomed, quite strongly, in your opinion, when you saw the way he looked at you each time you stayed behind to practice the songs for the mass. 

How his hands would mindlessly touch you, innocently from the outside looking in, but you know to yourself that they’re beyond appropriate especially for a woman as yourself and even more for the man of God. His lips utter words of vulgarity, ones you know someone of his profession should never say.

But what had you fearing his presence was once, before Sunday mass, while you were practicing the psalms on the podium, you saw him enter from your periphery and stood behind you, too close for your liking. You thought he was simply curious about what you were reading but such thoughts ultimately vanished when he pressed his hands on the wooden surface of the stand and you felt something hard dig into your backside. 

You’d only ever escaped when one of the parish volunteers arrived earlier than expected and you heard the growl of disappointment that he emitted. Yet you know deep down that won’t be his last attempt, especially after seeing the determination in his sapphire eyes, a promise of a next time. 

As you reach the end of the song, you startled upon feeling his hands rest on your shoulders, his thumbs massaging your muscles and his warm breath scattering against your cheek.

“You play so beautifully, Sweetheart. Singin’ those praises like an angel.” He’s so close and you feel your heart pounding wildly against your chest, panic completely setting into your bones. “Why don’t you sing another praise—for me this time.”

“I’d love to, Father, but it is already getting late.” You tell him as you move to stand from your seat but his hands keep you firmly still and you gasp in shock when he leans you forward, pushing you against the keys that cry upon being pressed. “Father—what are you doing?” You ask frantically, eyes wide in fear as you struggle against his hold.

“I just want to hear that sweet voice of yours.” His voice is laced with darkness and your knees almost buckle when he pushes away the bench from underneath you, hand lifting the skirt of your dress. “I wonder what other sounds you can make, huh? I’m dyin’ to hear.”

You claw your fingers against the piano when you hear the sound of his zipper being undone, struggling much more to set yourself free. But you’re rendered helpless against a man his size, his feet pushing your own apart and a gasp wretches from your throat when in one swift move, he’s inside you—your walls stretching in pain from his girth.

Tears spill from your eyes as he moves his lips in a sadistic pace, each of his thrust sending you shivers of agony, making every second of his assault unbearable. His groans mix with the sound of ivory and your pleas for him to stop, Father Bodecker panting and mumbling a slew of curses when he continues to plunge, harder and faster, unrelenting of his sinful intent. 

You beg once more, your nails digging into your skin as you try to push him back, but such a gesture is futile—benefiting him further as it allows him to slide deeper into your core that begins to grow damp with each torturous second. 

He calls out your name in the flurry of notes, his hips moving erratically that you feel something foreign, something new, something forbidden pull at you from within. You grit your teeth and shut your eyes as you endure the sins he brandishes on your soul.

But all at once, he’s gone and you’re empty, the walls of your abused cunt clenching around nothing. A grunt is then pulled from your lips when you're effortlessly pushed onto your knees and you stare up at him in horror when he grabs the back of your head, keeping you in place.

That’s when you truly see the devil he truly is. He’s no man of God but a spawn of the underworld.

He groans once more, his cock stiff and throbbing in his hand as he strokes it once, twice, seeing his eyes shut tight with his face twisting in bliss and you’re shocked to your core when streaks of hot, white essence paint your face.  

Disbelief engulfs you, along with anger and shame—that he would do this to you and in the house of the Lord.

A dark laugh escapes him as he looks down on you, his hand cupping your cheek as he smears his seed on your face then tapping the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Blessed are you among women,” He quotes. “And blessed is the one who has shared the seed.”

[navybrat817]

Most Important Meal

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied kidnapping, attempted escape, dark themes, punishment, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge: Use a character and prompt in a story 100 words or less. Today is Lee Bodecker and "Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again." Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

And the Sheriff had a big appetite.

Lee grunted in approval as he shoveled another bite of pancakes into his mouth, obscenely licking the syrup from his lips with a moan. "Might be your best batch yet."

You whined around his cock, your jaw aching as he forced your head down further. Your ass was still sore from your earlier punishment. He didn't like it when you tried to run.

So he put a chain around your ankle.

"Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again."

Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Sebastian Stan Characters Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[lanabuckybarnes]

💳💳💳 take all my money but pleeeeease write more about dirty big boy Lee who wants to give you his son because that small drabble had me sweatin already😮‍💨

Ask and thee shall receive!

Breeding Bitch

18+ MINORS DNI

(I do not own any photos, Credits to original owners)

Uhhh so this is fucking….maybe the warnings would describe this a bit better hehe 👀.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: Dark Lee!, LEE BODECKER!!, Dub/Non-Con Themes, Unestablished Age Gap but there is definitely one (Reader 20s, Lee late 30s/40s), Cheating (it's Lee), Teeny Size Kink if you squint, Names: Darlin, Good Girl, Baby, Slut, Bitch, Whore, Heifer, Girl. Handcuffing, Good ole Gaslighting, Degradation, Gagging, Dirty Talk, Cervix Abuse, Voyeurism? (Your father is in the next room), He uses the fact that your Pa is so close to his advantage, Mentions of Breeding, actually Breeding, Alcohol (Again, It’s Lee), Marking, Biting, Slapping, Bleeding (from yer cooch), Spitting, Daddy Kink, Rough P in V, Threats (Lee threatens your teeth), Dacryphilia, Panty Stuffing, Absolutely zero aftercare— if I’ve missed anymore, especially in a story like this one, please lemme know!!

DO NOT PROGRESS IF ANY WARNING(s) TRIGGER YOU PLEASE!!

Word Count: 1.2k

This is a doozy. I’ll put a lil palette cleanse at the end for you my loves ♥️

“Augh shit you’re fucking tight” Lee growls above you, cock head pushed uncomfortably against your cervix, your hands cuffed above your head and your panties in your mouth.

You would never admit this to anyone. The almost nightly occurrences of Lee ending up in your little cottage on the hill, his pants round his ankles and his cock wherever he so chose.

It was his wife’s fault, he’d told you; she was sick, old and unable to give him what he wanted. That’s why when you moved into town, bright-eyed and innocent, he had to have you.

His head rolled with his eyes, a strained groan flowing from his lips as his tummy jiggled softly at the tightening of his core.

“Never get over a tight little pussy like this” You whined as he pushed further, sheathing his dick fully inside you.

What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, legs spread akimbo for a married man, the Sheriff no less? Your hands pulled against the cuffs attached to the headboard, the rhythmic clanging had Lee’s eyes shooting open.

“Hey now! Darlin” a huge hand smoothed over your metal clasped wrists before running down your arm to your left breast, he squeezed firmly.

“You wouldn’t want your daddy waking up now would you?” that fucking smirk, the dark look in his eyes— he had you, right where he wanted— the reminder of your feeble old Pa in the next room keeping you tamed, Lee didn’t care about him finding out about your little secret, he’d fuck you right in front of him, but he knew it would keep you pliant for him.

You stopped, hands hanging painfully from the cuffs.

“Good girl, knew you’d come around…now you let me breed this little cunt, loosen up a bit, enjoy it” The brandy on his breath had you queasy as it mixed with his residual cologne. His thick lips peppered marks all over your breast, tongue licking the flesh before biting down with a force that had your toes curling and you crying out into the cotton of your panties.

“Oh don’t be dramatic” he chuckled, slapping the reddened mark lightly. He groaned as he pulled his length out slowly, letting you feel each inch run over the stretched flesh of your heat until his cock head fell from you in a sickly squelch, his precum mixed with your blood.

“God baby, you’re fucking soaked…you like me doing this to you? Course you do you fucking slut” Lee gleams wickedly before launching a huge glob of spit over your clit and his head, his thick fingers circling your clit once, twice and then rubbing the saliva over himself.

He keeps your head still, forcing you to look at him as he pushes in again, making you watch as his dark eyes swim with amusement at your pathetic little whimpers.

“Mmmn…you know, if I didn’t have to do this, I’d feel bad for your stupid little face” Lee laughs, slapping his fingers against your cheek mockingly.

His patience had worn thin, you were lucky enough to get this much prep from him but he was over it now— the growing itch to fill your fertile little hole with his cum becoming too overwhelming.

He slams in, hitting your already abused cervix painfully. His pace is brutal, the only thing stopping the headboard from clattering off the wall being the pillow he’d so ‘generously’ placed between them.

“Oh shit! you fucking little breeding bitch, ahh I ain’t ever had a pussy this tight… fucking made for me, wasn’t it? Yeah, it fucking was” Lee rambles, as he usually does. You could do nothing but take whatever he was giving you, you wouldn’t dare fight back— did you even want to at this point? He had you all cock drunk, stupid little baby so you were.

“Mmm, baby you like this” Lee spoke assertively, punctuating each word with a hard thrust “Push me away as much as you want but at the end of the day you’re still gonna take my load happily… I mean look” he laughs as he pushes your legs from his wide shoulders, they fall open on their own. “You fucking hold yourself open for my spunk, you fucking want this, you need it… you want my son ya little slut”

The quick yank of your panties from your mouth made you gag slightly, the drool that had gathered falling from the corner of your mouth and into your tresses of hair. It amused Lee, watching you stare off into that little space you ran to, unable to control your body— you let him fuck you however he wante— no, however you needed.

Lee’s hand clasped around your face painfully, his thumb hooking behind your teeth “fucking answer me whore, or I’ll pull these out” a firm tug to your lower jaw warned you before he spat again, the hot liquid falling right on your tongue.

“I want this… wan you! Want your baby! Please Lee gimme your baby” you wailed, no longer caring about your volume.

“Good little slut, always begging for daddy ain’t you? You take this fucking baby, you take everything I give you” Lee’s pace stuttered, only for a second, but it told you everything you needed to know and you were disgusted at the way your body pled for it. The way your back arched, your pussy squeezing and frantic cries fell from your lips as your orgasm slammed into you like a train.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lee practically screamed as he sank himself into one last time, releasing spurt after spurt of his thick, hot, cream against your bruised womb entrance. You don’t know how long his dick sat in your throbbing canal, only falling from you once he was fully soft.

“God, who’d I fucking bless to get a little heifer like you hmm?” He spoke eventually, kissing your cheek, allowing his tongue to poke out and lap at the salty tears falling freely from your big sad eyes.

“Don’t look so fucking upset at this, it’s a good thing, you’re being used for something great…I know girls that would have their panties round their ankles in no time if I let them” He chuckled while standing, fingers gripping your discarded undergarments to wipe along his cock, gathering his cum, and your slick; which had a tinge of red from the tear in your fragile skin he caused by stretching you out.

Once he deemed himself clean enough, he ran the panties through the mess pouring from your core.

“This won’t do, you’re supposed to keep it in” He tutted before pushing the soaked material into your stretched hole, his fingers stuffing the scratchy fabric into you carelessly. He made quick work of the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists, placing a quick peck over each dark mark around them.

“Tomorrow, I don’t want none of this fighting bullcrap you hear? No panties, no bra, no attitude— just you, alright girl?” He pushed your cheeks together, puckering your lips in the process.

You knew that what you said to him wouldn’t matter, he’d take you all the same so you just nodded like you would every single time his cerulean stare flickered over your much smaller structure.

“Atta girl” His lips grazed over your own, and then like a ghost, he was gone, leaving you to sob in a pile of your own mess.

-

I’m so sorry for him, he’s not usually like this, I promise he’s a nice guy 😔 🚩

Here’s your payment~

[littlelioncub43]

Ok for murderer Monday 😶‍🌫️

Imagine being softdark!Lee's little housewife and getting your period and he gets soooooo protective of you esp. in public and when you're both alone and you're in pain and he's heard that pleasure can fix that sooooo....

AaaaAAAAAAH YES. It's been so long since I wrote for Lee. I need more Lee thots hehe

Home Remedies

Summary: When your period comes with a vengeance, Lee is quick to dote on you. But when the regular methods of pain relief seem to be failing you, Lee suggests another way to make you feel better.

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby doll, baby, nothing crazy), period sex, bleeding (obvi), Lee being Lee which is naturally darker but still very loving, brief mentions of force feeding, dry humping, Lee coming in his pants, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone.

A/N: Holy crap, I accidentally wrote a fic! Look at me go! This was supposed to be short but it turned out to be a full length fic! I'm honestly so surprised and proud of myself. I hope you enjoy it! Hehe let me know how you feel! Comments and reblogs are always welcome! 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Lee made it a point to track your cycle, it made life easier for the both of you. He knew when your attitude was less than agreeable that your monthly was just round the corner, which helped him keep a level head most of the time. He knew when you'd burst into tears because you were out of lemons and he forgot to pick them up from the store, that your monthly was approaching. As much as it drove him up the walls to have you all over the place, he knew there was no avoiding it. Just as there was no avoiding the itch deep inside him to watch over you.

On a good day, Lee had a hard time leaving you at home by yourself. The worry that someone might break in, or something might happen while he's gone lived permanently in the back of his head. No matter how many times that you tell him that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, Lee had a hard time buying it. He just wants to make sure you're safe, that's all.

So when you're curled up in bed way past the time you normally get up, that need to hover around you comes back full swing. You were certain there was a knife in your abdomen, and it was slowly but surely cutting its way through your insides. You were flushed hot, but felt annoyingly chilly at the same time. After 20 minutes of wrestling with the blankets you found a position that didn't hurt.

"Babydoll?" You hear Lee's groggy voice laced with concern from behind you. "You feelin' ok?"

"Cramps," is all you could say through the discomfort. Lee clocked the pained whine in your voice and the waves of tension that radiated off of you immediately.

"Period come early, or your tummy?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, ready to get whatever you needed.

"Period," you grumble softly. He grunts in acknowledgement and makes his way towards the medicine cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and a cool washcloth for your forehead, he could feel the heat emanating from you.

"Here you go, honey," he whispers as he hands you the two pills and the glass of water you keep by your bedside. You swallow them down with some effort, the water settling in your stomach makes you nauseated.

"Thanks," you sigh as he sets the half empty cup down and eases the damp washcloth across your heated skin.

"Y'welcome," he whispers and mozies his way downstairs, ready to call Ida at the station to tell her that he won't be in today. He comes back to bed less than 10 minutes later, lightly buttered toast and a small plate of fruit in hand. You sigh when you see the food, knowing that it's a lot easier to just eat the food rather than argue with him about it. Last time you did, he sat there and basically forced the slices if oranges down your throat. Lesson learned.

Once Lee was satisfied with the amount of food you'd eaten, he tucked you back into bed, this time setting a red towel beneath you to catch any excess blood.

"There you go," he presses a kiss to your face and straightens up, "if y'need anythin', you tell me, alright?"

"I will, honey, thank you," you smile up at him softly. While he still was the rough and burly sheriff of Knockemstiff, you couldn't deny the fact that he loved you to pieces. He gave you that boyish smile that he knows you love so much, and went about his way.

Your little nap lasted for about an hour before the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dull ache was now replaced with piercing pains that shot through you. Deep groans pulled their way from your throat as you writhe in your spot, unwanting to move too much.

"What's the matter?" a concerned Lee ask from the door, your pained groans having alerted him. Unable to answer him, he crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, still in his pajama pants and undershirt. "Is it bad? Want more pills?"

"N-Nooo," you whimper with a shake of your head, you knew they'd do nothing to quell the pain in your abdomen.

"What do you need, honey? Tell me," he sighs softly, his face pinched in pain, mirroring your own grimace. Seeing you like this definitely did a number on him. "Hm?"

"Don't know," you mumble, frustrated that you have no clue what could possibly make this better.

"Wanna try something? I heard it's supposed t'help make everything better," he says, a playful yet caring glint in his eye. He can tell he has your attention now, that you're just desperate enough to want relief no matter how you got it. "They say that gettin' off helps relax the muscles that are crampin', helps you relax. Don't that sound nice?"

Lee tucks a strand of your hair behind your head, smiling when you nuzzle into his palm on instinct. He read about it months ago and was just waiting for the opportunity to put it to the test. Now all he has to do is get you to agree, which he knows is going to be a piece of cake. He watches as you chew over his proposition.

"Gettin' off?" You ask softly, looking up at your husband.

"Yes, babydoll," he leans in closer with a soft nod, slowly but surely moving to hover over you, "gettin' you off... makin' you finish."

It's second nature to spread your thighs for Lee, your body welcoming his own as he cages you in underneath him. You could see the predatory gleam in his eye as he watched you, waiting patiently for your answer. You knew that this was partly for his own pleasure, but the saccharine promise of relief from the pain was enough for you.

"Ok," you nod, your arms moving to lazily sling around his broad shoulders. Lee gives you that pleased smirk that sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy, a welcomed contrast to the shooting jabs and dull aches.

"Alright," he purrs, clearly pleased with your answer, and lowers his body down to yours carefully. You whine softly at the pressure, but he's quick to shush you gently. "It's ok, babydoll, it's alright. Jus' let me take care of everythin', and you be a good girl and relax, hm? All you gotta do is feel good."

He whispers his loving promises into your skin as he peppers tender kisses along your jaw, making his way to your lips. You both let out a shared moan of relief when your lips finally slot together. The slow movements of Lee's unfairly large hands pull your mind away from the discomfort you feel, the further south they travel the heavier you breathe.

"L-Lee," you moan into his mouth when he gently cups your sex, his hooded eyes trained on your face as he holds you in his palm, the heat from your core drove him fucking crazy. He groans softly as he begins to pet you, stroking your mound in slow motions, careful not to push too hard. Your eyes stay shut as small little whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. The feeling of his hand rubbing your sensitive parts has a mixture of arousal and blood gushing out of you, just for Lee to feel.

"That's it, babygirl," he groans, letting his own eyes shut for a moment to just feel the growing wetness of your cunt through your panties. The small sparks of pleasure are soon not enough anymore, and you try to tell him with a gentle nudge of your hips. "Wan' more already?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice. He gives your lips another peck before he's peeling off your panties and discarding them to the floor.

"So wet for me, aren't ya, Sweetheart? Always so wet," he coos as his thick fingers glide easily through your petals. Lee bites his lip when he smells the metalic scent of your blood mixing with the tang of your arousal— he could get used to this.

"Oh my god," you sigh and grip his white undershirt in your fists, your head lolling to the side as he circles your clit in slow, precise movements. You were so fucking sensitive, it was nearly overwhelming. The gentle touches left you burning for more and breathless, then you had Lee above you, watching your every expression with his own hungry gaze, and speaking in that thick drawl— it was dizzying.

"Oh, fuck!" You whimper as a thick finger fills you slowly, your back arches off the bed on instinct. The deep grunt that leaves Lee has you clamping down around his forefinger, his thumb replacing his finger on your clit. Lee was certain he's never been this hard in his life than he is right now, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's providing. His cock flexes against your inner thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

"There you go, baby, there you go," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression you make. The way your nose scrunches, how your eyebrows furrow together when he touches that special spot inside you, the way your gorgeous lips stay parted to let those beautiful moans flow freely. "So fucking beautiful, y'know that? Make me so crazy for ya, Princess, can't get enough a'you, never get enough."

The stretch of another finger joining his first has your hips trying to rut, chasing the pleasure, but Lee's heavy frame keeps you in your spot. He speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt over and over fill the room.

"Oh fuck, y'hear that? Hear how wet you are?" Lee growls, the slick sounds being his undoing. His fingers speed up, keeping their pressure light as he stretches you out. You gasp and moan as the pleasure builds, the tension growing in your lower tummy draws tighter and tighter with each swipe of his thumb against your clit.

"Lee, m'gonna cum!" You gasp and toss your head back, your legs squirming as he works you closer and closer to your high.

"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Gonna make a fucking mess?" His voice is rough, his own hips beginning to rut, humping himself against your thigh for some relief. The act alone sends you shooting higher ans higher towards your crest. "C'mon, honey, I want you t'come for me."

You didn't stand a chance.

"Lee!" You cry out as you finish, your body thrashing as waves of bliss crash down over you again and again. You can hear Lee's pleased grunts in your ear as you clench down around his fingers, his thumb working you through your high. A rush of wetness seeps from your core, coating Lee's hand and dripping down your skin to the towel. It's not long until you feel his covered cock throbbing wildly against you.

"F-Fuck!" He curses harshly as his own end catches up to him, soaking his boxers and pajama pants. Throaty groans resonate through his chest as he rocks against you to milk his high as long as possible. Heavy breaths replace the moans that filled the shared bedroom. Peeling your eyes open, you gaze up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.

Lee sighs and pulls himself from the comfort of your shoulder to look down at you with a soft smile. His face flushed pink and sweat beads his forehead from your activities and shared body heat and you can't help but beam up at him with that same lovesick smile you give him.

"How're y'feelin', Princess, any better?" He asks in a breathless voice. You giggle softly and relax your grip on his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles you left.

"I forgot that's what this was for," you admit bashfully, making him chuckle with you.

"Well, good, then I did my job right."

"You always do, Sheriff Bodecker," you coo and give him a kiss, already feeling more like yourself. Lee groans into the kiss at the title.

"You're a little minx," he whispers in between another kiss before propping himself up on his forearm, giving his attention to his fingers still buried in your cunt. "Fuuuuck me," he groans when he sees the mess you made. A thin layer of blood coats your inner thighs and part of his hand, the glisten of your cum recognizable on your lips and his wrist. Slowly, he withdraws from your pussy, watching intensely as his fingers emerge coated in your essence and blood.

The little whimper you give when he leaves you completely empty has his dick stirring in his trousers. Lee sucks in a deep breath as he brings his fingers from between your legs to get a better look.

"Would y'look at that?" He marvels, mostly to himself, as his fingers gleam in the late morning sunshine. Your face heats up at his actions, embarrassment taking hold as he shows you his bloody, cum covered fingers. Lee's eyes are fixed on his digits as he plays with the strings of wetness for a moment before bringing them to his lips. A loud moan vibrates in his chest at your taste, his eyes sliding shut in bliss as he cleans you from his hand. He finally releases them with a pop.

"Fuckin' divine is what you are, Princess. Fuckin' heavenly," he growls, his dick fully hard in his pajama pants as he begins to rut into your thigh again, his eyes dark with hunger again as he quickly unties the drawstring of his pants. "M'gonna fuck ya all fuckin' week, make sure ya don't feel nothin' but pleasure— fuck, m'gonna take care of ya, Princess, I promise."

And he did.

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[vellicore]

Lights Out

Pairing: Demon!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: Your innocence is exactly what he craves.

Word Count: 100

Warnings: Implied future noncon/dubcon, soul claiming, Demon!Lee (he's a warning)

This is my entry for The Basement Spouses writing challenge. The challenge this week was to write a piece in 100 words or less about Lee Bodecker using the prompt “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

You were a good girl, which was exactly why you believed something like this wouldn’t happen. Your priest taught you to pray and fear not. But it seemed that your prayers were no match against him.

God loved pure girls, but the devil did too. Your innocence was what he craved most, and he was finally here to claim you.

By morning, you would belong to him.

His black orbs gaze upon your delicate skin as his wings pierce into your mattress – trapping you beneath his weight. 

“Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

[flordeamatista]

𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀

pairing: lee bodecker x reader

concept:  A tale of your wicked deeds.

word count: 100

warnings: pre-anal elements, soft power imbalance, manipulation — soft future dubcon to be safe

a/n: Small daydream for The Basement Spouses 100 word writing challenge

the character : Lee Bodbecker and prompt “Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

Masterlist

There are whispers and shadows of wicked crimes dancing on the streets of the town.

Stepping closer, you felt his presence behind you.

You inhaled deeply when his hot breath caressed your ear, thick arms encircled your back. "Be good for me, baby," he murmured. 

You've committed the crime, so the sheriff grinned nightly, punishingly, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

A tale of your wicked deeds.

"We wouldn't want to see those tears again." he gently blew on your neck.

You felt your cheeks separate as he pushed into you.

His every thrust erased your crimes and turned you into a good citizen.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

More Than Christmas Cookies » Lee Bodecker

December 3rd

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Y/N taking Lee Christmas cookies turns into something different.

Warnings: Fluff, language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), flirting, kissing, pet names (darlin’, sugar)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Y/N, sweetie, take these to Lee.” Your mom says, handing you a container of Christmas cookies she made.

“Lee as in Sheriff Bodecker?” You asked.

“Yes him. I know how much you like him and I thought it would be a good idea for you to give them to him.” She says teasingly.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m teasing you, sweetie. Now run along and take the cookies to Lee.” She says, giving you a hug.

You decided to walk to the police station since it isn’t too far from your house. You felt yourself getting nervous when you walked inside the station.

“Can I help you, Miss?” A deputy asks.

“I-I’m here for Sheriff Bodecker.” You say with a stutter.

Damn your nervous stutter.

“He’s in his office.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say.

You walked to his office to see him on the phone. You lightly knocked on the open door. He looked up and smiled, motioning for you to come inside his office. You walked inside of his office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and patiently waited for him to get off the phone. When he was finished talking on the phone, he wrote something down on a piece of paper and finally gave you his attention.

“Nice to see you, darlin’.” Lee smiles. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asks.

“My mama made Christmas cookies and told me to give them to you and I thought you would like to have a snack.” You say, handing him the container.

“That’s sweet of her and you.” He smiles, taking the container from your hand.

Lee puts the container on his desk and opens it, taking a cookie out of it and tries it.

“Mmm, these are good.” Lee hums.

“My mama would appreciate that.” You smiled.

“I have to thank her the next time I see her.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back and nervously played with hem of your dress.

“You got any boyfriends?” Lee asks, leaning back in his chair.

“N-No Sheriff. No boyfriends.” You say.

“Hmm, what a shame. A pretty girl like you deserves to have someone special in her life, especially during the holidays.” He says.

You looked down at your lap, blushing like crazy. The next thing you knew, you felt your head being lifted to look up by Lee’s hand.

“You nervous, sugar?” He asks, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

You nodded.

“There’s no need to be nervous, darlin’. You’ve known me for years.” He says.

“I-I know. It’s just…” You paused for a moment. “I like you.” You say quietly.

“What was that, darlin’? Can you speak up please?” He asks.

“I-I like you.” You say, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He says.

“No, I mean I like you. Meaning that I’m in love with you.” You explained.

Lee looked at you without saying anything. You felt yourself getting more embarrassed by the second.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Enjoy the cookies and have a nice rest of your day.” You say, standing up.

You went to walk out the door, but Lee quickly closed it and pinned you against it. You felt your breathing quicken.

“I love you too.” Lee says softly.

“You do?” You asked.

Lee cupped your cheeks and leaned in, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. His lips felt soft against yours.

“Does that answer your question, sugar?” He asks against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Do you want to go get coffee or something?” He asks.

“Yes please.” You smiled.

Lee put on his jacket and opened the door, letting you walk out first. You two walked hand in hand out of the station, hearing his fellow deputies whistling on the way out. The two of you didn’t care. You guys just wanted to be with each other and that’s all that matters.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[likeahorribledream]

Not Good Enough

SUMMARY: It doesn't take long before you and Lee get close, but an overheard comment ruins everything.

PAIRING: Lee x Reader

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst.

REQUEST: You and Lee work together and become close friends. You're both secretly in love with each other but you think it's unrequited so neither of you purse it.

NOTES: This was written over six months ago and I don't have the courage to read it, so hopefully it's not too bad.

18+. Minors DNI.

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Lee Bodecker is a tough man to please, both at work and in life. He is very peculiar with the way he runs things in his station and his employees often find him to be a major pain in the ass, but they can't deny that the man knows how to do his job and he does it damn well. As a sheriff from a small town he knows everyone and everyone knows everyone. There's a familiarity amongst townsfolk that forces him to be tough if he wants people to listen to him and respect him when he gives orders otherwise it'll be absolute chaos in the streets of Knockemstiff. 

He doesn't hire people because he knows them or because they're someone's kin, he hires people based on their skill sets. That's how it's always been and he never makes an exception. 

As the sheriff he is constantly busy and needs an assistant to help lighten up his workload as much as possible. He takes a lot of time training his assistant because she needs to work the same way he does. They need to be perfectly in sync so that it looks like one person did it all. Not because he wants to take credit for all the work that is done, but to make sure that the work that's put out is always constant and flawless. 

Training someone takes a lot of time, energy and money. 

Hence why he almost lost it when his newest assistant that he just spent 3 weeks training with quit without warning. Apparently she's leaving town to pursue her acting career or whatever else nonsense that Lee doesn't listen to or cares to know. 

He needs to find someone to replace her and quickly. Except Lee can't seem to find a single woman in town that's willing to leave the house and work. 

"I got someone for you, Sheriff."  Matt, one of Lee's deputies, says one morning after hearing his boss curse up a storm in his office. "I got a cousin my age that moved into town a few days ago. She knows how to work the phone and everythin'. Real nice girl, too."

Lee shakes his head. "I don't hire other people's kin." 

Matt shrugs. "Suit yo'self, Sheriff. It's a shame 'cause she'd do a great job, cousin or not." 

Not even five minutes after walking out of Lee's office, Matt hears his name being called out from the office.

"Have her come down tomorrow morning at 7. Not one minute later."

"She'll be there!" 

On his way home, Matt stops at your house to let you know that he might have found you a job. 

"You need to be at the station at 7 tomorrow morning. Don't be late, the Sheriff hates when people are late."

"You know, I'm always on time!" You nudge him out of your small apartment. "Thank you for helping me." You smile at your cousin. "I promise I won't get you in trouble."

"I know you won't, otherwise I wouldn't have said a thing about you." He laughs as he leaves and you close the door.

You look through your boxes, as you've only moved two days ago and you aren't completely done unpacking, you need to find a proper outfit. You really need this job which means you really need to make a great first impression. You've heard Matt talk about Sheriff Bodecker many times, you know he's a tough boss and he's hard to please. You pick out a white blouse and a black skirt with a pair of black flats, heels would only slow you down and make your feet hurt. 

You lay everything out for tomorrow morning and quickly finish eating your dinner that Matt had interrupted so that you can take a shower and go to bed early. 

You wake up early the next morning to make sure you aren't going to be late. 

It's 6:45 when you walk into the station where you are greeted by a woman clearly at the end of her night shift mending the front desk.

"Good morning." You say softly with a smile, you have a feeling she wouldn't enjoy an over the top kind of energy at this instant. 

"Mornin', what can I do for you?" 

"I'm supposed to meet with Sheriff Bodecker at 7." 

The woman looks down at the time and back up at you. "You're early."

"My mama used to say that if you're right on time, then you're late." 

She forces a smile, clearly not caring about what you have to say. "Have a seat, I'll let him know you're here."

"Thank you." You'd smile at her but you have a feeling that it'll only irritate her, instead you go sit where she tells you to and wait. 

You watch as the woman leaves the front desk and comes back a few minutes later. "Follow me." She gestures for you to get up.

You hurry up and follow her through the station, all the way in the back to an office. She knocks quickly on the door and opens it without waiting for permission. 

"Go on, I don't have all day." She nods her head to the inside of the office and as soon as you walk in, she closes the door behind you. 

"Matt's cousin?" Lee asks without looking up from his desk.

"Yes, sir." You stay close to the door, unsure of what to do. For a small town, people aren't that friendly. 

"Sit." He gestures to the empty chair in front of his desk. "I'm almost done here." He keeps looking through his paperwork, he still hasn't even looked at you. 

As you walk over to the chair and sit, you aren't so sure if you're going to like it in this town. You're not used to this cold and detached attitude that everyone here seems to have. You're used to the warmth and cheerfulness of your hometown, but after your mama passed not long ago you decided to move closer to Matt as he's the only family you've got left. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea. 

You look down and nervously smooth out your skirt while you wait for the sheriff to look at you. 

‘’Alright.’’ Lee finally looks up and almost loses his composure when he sees you. You look cute as a button.

You look up at the sound of his voice and smile at him once your eyes meet. The most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen.  While you’re busy admiring the blue of his eyes, you miss the way Lee’s breath hitches in his throat when you smiled at him. 

The sheriff clears his throat and sits straighter in his chair. ‘’Your cousin told me you can answer the phone?’’

You nod. ‘’That’s right.’’

‘’Can you type?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’How do you feel about long hours?’’ He crosses his arms over his chest.

‘’I don’t mind.’’ You smile again and Lee almost has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too. 

‘’Your boyfriend is ok with you working?’’ He furrows his brows. ‘’Last thing I need is a pissed off guy walking in here and messing with my station.’’

‘’I don’t have a boyfriend.’’

‘’Husband then.’’

You shrug and look down, slightly embarrassed. ‘’Don’t have one of those either.’’ 

‘’You’re not missing out on anything, I promise you.’’

You look up and smile, appreciating his effort to comfort you.

‘’Can you start today? Right now?’’

You nod enthusiastically. ‘’I’d love to.’’

‘’Great. You’re hired. Just know that you won’t be getting any special treatment because Matt is your cousin.’’ 

‘’I wouldn’t want any special treatment. I’m more than capable of proving myself.’’

Lee stands up and walks around his desk, toward his door. ‘’Follow me, sweetheart.’’ He opens the door and stops right outside next to an empty desk. He waits for you to join him before talking. ‘’This is gonna be your desk. You will have to keep people out of my office sometimes when I’m real busy or meeting with someone. You gotta keep them out unless it’s an emergency. You won’t be spending much time here while I train you, you’ll mostly be in my office and following me around so I can show you how I want things done.’’ 

‘’You got it.’’

He grabs a notepad and a pen from the desk and hands them to you. ‘’Take notes because I don’t have time to repeat myself.’’

You take them quickly and follow Lee around as he shows you around the station, taking notes about the important things. 

‘’The girls at the front desk can be a little bit mean, don’t take it personally. The guys are assholes sometimes, don’t be scared to put them in their place. I can be an asshole too but I’m your boss so there’s nothing you can do about it.’’ He winks. ‘’You might have to go grab me lunch from time to time, do you have a car?’’ You shake your head no. ‘’You’ll take mine then.’’ 

You keep following him around until you’ve seen the entire station, then Lee takes you back to his office and closes the door behind the two of you. He sits back in his chair and invites you to do the same.

He explains to you in great detail how he wants things done in his office. Where files and folders go, how he wants the phone to be answered and how to filter his calls.

‘’A lot of people around here call me directly when a deputy could easily do the job, they think my office number is better than 911 so you gotta filter the calls and redirect them. I don’t have enough time to take care of every crisis in Knockemstiff.’’

You nod, writing everything down.  Just as you look up, Lee’s phone starts to ring.

‘’Want to give it a try?’’ 

‘’Yes!’’ You get up and walk around his desk to stand next to him. You clear your throat and pick up the receiver. ‘’Sheriff Bodecker’s office, how may I help you?’’ … ‘’I’m sorry but the sheriff is in a meeting right now. What are you calling about? We have a station full of capable officers and deputies, I’m sure there’s at least one of them here that can help you.’’ … ‘’Yes, you definitely need to take him to the hospital.’’ … ‘’No ma’am, I’m no doctor but if his finger isn’t attached to the hand anymore he will need medical attention.’’ … ‘’Alright, good luck.’’ You hang up and go back to sit in your chair. 

‘’Mrs. Larson?’’ Lee asks, looking at you curiously. 

‘’Yes. Mr. Larson seems to have had an accident with a knife and she wanted to ask you if she should take him to the hospital or not.’’ 

‘’She calls at least once every two days.’’

‘’Good to know.’’ You write it down.

‘’You did a good job handling her.’’ He flashes you a small smile, if you had blinked you would have missed it.

‘’Thank you, sheriff.’’ 

For the rest of the morning, Lee keeps explaining how everything works until lunchtime. At exactly noon, Lee stops what he’s doing and stands up. ‘’We have an hour, starting now. We can’t waste a minute, we don’t know when an emergency is gonna come up.’’ He explains as he puts on his leather jacket. ‘’Did you bring your lunch?’’

You stand from the chair and follow him out of his office. You put down your notepad and pen on your desk as you stop walking. ‘’No, I didn’t think you’d hire me on the spot but that’s ok I had a good breakfast. I’ll just wait for you here.’’ 

‘’Yeah, that ain’t gonna work for me sweetheart. Come on, I’m heading to the diner.’’ 

You shake your head. ‘’I can’t really afford to eat out right now.’’ Heat creeps up to your cheeks, embarrassed once again at how messy your life is. Not married, not even dating and barely a cent to your name.

‘’My treat. As a thank you for starting right away and for doing a great job already. C’mon.’’ He gestures for you to follow him and you can see in his eyes that there’s no arguing with him.

‘’Thank you.’’ You follow him outside. ‘’You can take it out of my pay.’’ 

Lee chuckles and opens the passenger door of his cruiser, holding it open for you. ‘’That ain’t gonna happen. Go on.’’ He nods to the passenger seat and shuts the door once you’re seated. He walks around the cruiser, his belt and everything on it clinking together with every step he takes. The car dips a bit under his weight and he slams the door shut, making you jump a little which makes him laugh.

‘’Sorry, sweetness, the door sticks a little.’’ He starts the car and rolls down his window. ‘’It’s hot as hell today.’’ He groans, driving out of the station’s parking lot.

You roll down your own window to let more air in and hopefully help him cool down.

Lee notices that you didn’t react when he said hell and makes a mental note to ask you about that later. 

It only takes a few minutes to get to the diner and Lee parks right next to the door, then turns off the car. He sees you’re about to roll the window back up but he stops you. 

‘’Leave it, hopefully by the time we come back it won’t feel like a damn oven in here.’’ He opens his door, quickly getting out. He takes off his leather jacket and throws it in the backseat with his hat. 

He opens the diner’s door and holds it open, stepping aside to let you walk in first. 

‘’Such a gentleman, thank you.’’ You smile as you walk in and let him guide you to his table.

Lee can’t help but laugh when he hears you call him a gentleman. ‘’I’m no gentleman sweetness, everyone here can attest to that.’’ He sits down in his usual booth.

You sit across from him at the table. ‘’I’m sure your wife would agree with me. Florence, right? I babysat my niece so that Matt and his wife could go to your wedding a few years back.’’ You smile at the memory of spending an entire day with your niece who was barely one at the time.

Lee’s mood turns sour at the mention of Florence, he leans back in his seat and extends one of his hands on the table hitting it rhythmically with the tip of his index finger. ‘’Florence left me 10 months after we got married.’’ 

‘’Oh.’’ Guilt fills your eyes. ‘’I’m so sorry, sheriff. I didn’t know.’’ You instinctively reach over to his hand and give it a comforting squeeze before letting it go. ‘’I’m a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. Some things hurt more than others but that just means that whatever’s gonna happen next will be great, y’know?’’

Lee rolls his eyes. ‘’God’s plan?’’

You shake your head. ‘’No one said anything about God. It’s the universe, fate.’’ 

Lee frowns. ‘’You don’t believe in God?’’ 

You grab a menu from the table and open it. ‘’I believe in sleeping in on Sunday mornings.’’ You look over all the options from the menu, missing the way Lee smiles. 

‘’We’re going to get along just fine you and me.’’ He nods to himself and takes the other menu. ‘’Order whatever you want, sweetness.’’ 

A waitress comes over, from her looks she can’t be older than 30, ready to take your order. ‘’Sheriff Bodecker.’’ She greets him with a fake smile. ‘’Ready to order?’’

He doesn’t even bother smiling back and hands her his menu. ‘’Same as usual.’’ 

She takes the menu from him and turns her attention to you. ‘’What about you, doll?’’ 

‘’The chicken wrap and some french fries, please.’’ You give her back your menu and you don’t miss the way she looks at Lee to check for permission. 

‘’What are you looking at me for? You heard her.’’ He stares until she turns around and leaves.

‘’Thank you for lunch, and for giving me a job. I didn’t think I’d find one so quickly after moving here.’’

Lee brushes it off like it’s no big deal. ‘’What brings you here anyway?’’ He asks, curiously.

‘’My mama passed two months ago and Matt is the only family I’ve got left so I thought I’d move closer. My niece is already 3 and my nephew is almost 1. It feels like I’ve missed all the big milestones. I didn’t want to miss more.’’

‘’I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Now he feels guilty from bringing that up.

‘’Thank you.’’ You smile but it’s a sad smile, it has nothing to do with the bright smiles from this morning. ‘’She was real sick at the end, I feel relieved that she’s gone. I know it sounds horrible but I couldn’t handle seeing her suffer so much.’’

‘’I get it. I was a teenager when my ma died but even at that age I wanted her pain to stop.’’

For the entire lunch hour, you and Lee eat and ask questions to each other while trying to avoid any sensitive subjects. 

Before you realize, your first week of training is done and then the second one. In the blink of an eye, an entire month has gone by. 

Lee is usually a cold, distant man but to everyone’s surprise, especially his own, you manage to pull him out of his shell. He’s a lot more carefree around you. Just around you. Most officers haven't seen Lee laugh and smile since before his divorce, it's a nice change of pace because even if he acts all nice and sweet only with you he has softened up a tiny bit with the others. He now tends to let things go or turn a blind eye when he normally wouldn't. 

Every Monday and Friday morning you would come in early with a basket of freshly made baked goods that you would leave in the break room for everyone to enjoy with their coffee. You always separate them into two batches; one for the night shift who are about to leave and one for the day shift who are starting their day. 

Needless to say both shifts appreciate having a little something to either start or finish their day on a good note. 

Even if you think you're being subtle, everyone knows that almost every day you have a little something special for Lee. You've heard him make comments here and there about his shape and the way he looked, even if you think he is perfect the way that he is you know that it's not enough to change his mind. Instead you bring him homemade lunches, he doesn't have the time nor the energy to cook for himself and by bringing him his lunch he doesn't have to eat at the diner. 

He tries to play it cool, he pretends like it's not a big deal but you can see a difference in his mood and confidence. There's a twinkle in his eyes that didn't used to be there and you hope he never loses it again. 

"Sweetness, you need to stop bringing me food." He looks at you as you walk into his office with a very familiar brown paper bag in your hand. 

"Are you gonna start bringing yourself food?" You arch a brow, knowing the answer before he even says it.

"... You know I don't have the time."

"Then I won't stop bringing you food." You put the paper bag on his desk. 

He shakes his head and tries to give it back but you don't take it. "Just say thank you, sheriff." 

He sighs and gives up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You smile brightly at him before leaving his office and closing his door. 

It's the same fight every day and you win, every day. 

Your cousin has noticed how close you and the sheriff have gotten and he's not sure how he feels about it. He's known you your entire life so he recognizes the look in your eyes whenever Lee's around. You like Lee and there's no denying it. 

He makes you laugh and he's always sweet to you. You've become close friends  and it's not rare for people to see you out and about with him. They can gossip all they want neither of you care. Your friendship is more important than the opinion of the bored housewives of Knockemstiff. 

As the eternal optimist that you are, you've let yourself think that maybe, just maybe, Lee could like you too. It's hard to tell because he's so closed off but there are times you think he might have feelings for you. 

You're never going to tell him how you feel because you don't want to lose your friend or your job. Deep down you hope that Lee will wake up one day and realize that he likes you too, and decides to do something about it. 

You mentally chastise yourself for staying hopeful but that's what keeps you going.

Until your hopes are completely crushed.

Every night before leaving you find Lee to ask if he needs you to do anything else before leaving and to say goodnight. 

He's not in his office so you go look for him in the break room. Lee and one of the officers are standing next to the table, drinking coffee and eating whatever's left from the baked goods you brought before leaving for the weekend. 

You're about to call out to him but the subject of their conversation stops you. 

They're talking about you. 

"Aren't you glad Matt suggested her for the job?"

"Yeah. She does a great job and she learns fast." 

"She's cute and she cooks on top of everything else she does for you. Did Sheriff Bodecker find wife number two?" The officer chuckles at his own words, not knowing that you can hear everything and that your heart is pounding in your chest as you wait for Lee's answer. 

You don't expect to become his wife but depending on his reaction you might be able to tell if he likes you in the same way that you do. 

The way Lee scoffs doesn't announce anything good.

"Are you out of your mind? Her?" He shakes his head and laughs. "Like that's ever gonna happen. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself and get back to work." He rolls his eyes and turns toward the door, feeling like someone was there but there's no one. 

It hurts. You've known that something is wrong with you because no man wants to marry you but to hear it like this, like marrying you is the dumbest thing any man could do, and from someone you thought was your friend, hurt. 

You've been fooling yourself about your friendship with him because Lee's tone and words were laced with so much disdain that there is no way he respects you enough to be your friend. 

You want to run out of the station but you don't want to look suspicious so you walk out calmly, wishing everyone a good weekend and then you leave without another word, heading straight to your apartment. 

Lee is surprised to see your desk empty as you normally always say good night before leaving. You're probably walking around, looking for him. He goes back to his desk but leaves the door open, to see you when you'll walk back to your desk. 

An entire hour goes by before Lee comes to the conclusion that you've left. Without saying goodbye which is highly unusual for you. 

Every Friday afternoon you find Lee, ask if he needs you to stay longer, make plans with him for the weekend and then you'd leave. 

He has a bad feeling but he just shakes it off, he'll see you tomorrow like every Saturday. 

The whole weekend goes by without him hearing a peep from you. He doesn't even leave the house to make sure he doesn't miss your phone call, but nothing. 

On Monday morning he gets to the station a little earlier than usual to make sure he's there when you arrive. 

You come into the station empty handed which disappoints every employee. No baked goods and no lunch for Lee. 

You don't go into his office to wish him good morning, instead you sit at your desk and start working right away. 

The pit in Lee's stomach keeps growing. 

"Can you come in here, please?" He speaks loud enough for you to hear as you're right outside his door.

You stand up, grab your notepad and pen, then walk into Lee's office and stand behind the chair you usually sit on to tell him about something funny or to listen to him talk about whatever is currently pissing him off. 

"You need something, Sheriff Bodecker?" You barely look up and it makes Lee frown. You never call him Sheriff Bodecker. At least not seriously. It's always Lee or, if you're teasing, sometimes you'll still call him Sheriff but it's always playful. 

This was not.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetness?" 

"Everything is fine. What do you need?"

Your eyes finally meet but there's no warmth in yours. They are cold and… empty. 

"Nothing, for now. You left without saying goodbye on Friday and I haven't seen you all weekend. Just wanted to catch up is all." 

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and you bite back whatever you were about to say. You know what he really thinks of you and you hate that he pretends to care. 

"Call me when you need something, then." You walk out of his office and sit back behind your desk to keep working. 

Lee comes out of his office for lunch and stops in front of your desk on his way out. "I'm going to the diner. Wanna come?" He looks down, trying to decipher what's going on in that head of yours.

"No, thank you." 

For the entire week all you do is come in, work, go home. You don't talk to anyone but Matt, you don't bring anything for anyone, there's no smile, no kind words, nothing. It's like you're an entirely different person and no one knows why or what happened. 

On Friday afternoon Lee can't take it anymore and he orders you into his office, shutting the door once you're inside. 

He sits back in his chair and leans back, staring at you. 

"Look, I don't know what's been going on with you but everyone is worried about you. Clearly something happened but you won't talk to me about it and I don't know why you're shutting down like this." 

You can't help but roll your eyes at his words, which Lee doesn't miss. 

"Ok. Enough. What's wrong?" He sits up, getting angry. 

"Nothing is wrong." You cross your arms in front of you. 

"Then what's with the attitude?!"

"No one is worried about me. You just want me to start bringing you food again. Tell everyone that I'll bring food on Monday." 

You turn to leave but Lee's loud voice tells you to stop.

"We're not done here."

You sigh and turn around. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" He stands up behind his desk, leaning forward and holding himself up with his hands laid flat on the top of his desk. "You don't talk to your boss that way and certainly not to your friend. You owe me respect." 

"You mean the same kind of respect you gave me when you talked about me with one of your officers in the break room last week?" 

He frowns, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you out of your mind? Her? Like that's ever gonna happen. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself and get back to work." You repeat word for word what he said about you, making sure to use the same disgusted tone he did. 

Lee's eyes widen as he finally understands. There had been someone there like he thought. You. 

"Sweetness-"

You cut him off. "The only reason I'm still here is because I need this job. I am looking for a new job, hopefully with a boss that won't be disgusted by me. You should start looking for my replacement." You walk out of his office, stopping long enough to grab your things then leaving without another word. 

Lee falls back into his chair, staring into nothing. 

He's so angry with himself. He was trying so hard to pretend that he wasn't falling for you and hiding his feelings, he never thought that he could hurt you. Without meaning to, he played right into your insecurities and made it sound like something was wrong with you, that someone wanting to marry you is insane, and you heard everything. 

Lee has had a crush on you from the moment he looked up from his desk and saw you for the first time. He's almost embarrassed by the fact that he, a grown man, has a crush like a hormonal teenager because before you, he's pretty sure the last time he had a crush on someone was in high school. 

It's only been a little over a month since you started working at the station, though it feels like he's known you his entire life. 

He adores you in every possible way and he's grown to love you with every moment you've spent together. You spend at least 8 hours a day together from Monday through Friday and then you spend more time together on his days off. If he could, he'd spend every single minute of his day with you without ever getting tired of you. 

If he is being honest what you overheard was true, that's exactly how he felt but not because of you, because of him. 

Why in the world would an amazing, kind and sweet woman like you want to be with him, marry him? There's no chance in hell that he's good enough for you, to be yours. Plus, he's your boss. It's not like he could hit on you. Well, he could but he didn't want to seem like a creep. He wants to be perfect for you and the general consensus around town is that Lee Bodecker is everything but perfect. 

He made that stupid comment in the break room because he didn't want rumors going around that he liked you, he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. He ended up doing even worse, he ruined and broke it. 

He realized he was in love with you two weeks ago when Matt hosted a dinner at his house. Lee almost died from a heart attack when he first saw you in your cute summer dress looking as beautiful as ever. Then he watched as you played with your niece and he saw how much you loved her. For the first time in his life, Lee wanted children. He wanted children and he wanted them with you. 

It became clear as day in his mind that he was in love with you, that he'd love nothing more than to make you his. Put the prettiest ring around your finger, buy you the house of your dreams and give you as many babies as you want. 

He has never felt like this before, not even with Florence, and truthfully it terrifies him. Especially now that he has ruined everything. He has no idea how he's going to fix this mess but he sure as hell is going to try. 

Lee is pulling a double today so he can't even run after you, he's stuck at the station and it's driving him crazy. 

His officers quickly realize that the honeymoon phase is over and that Lee's bad mood and short temper are back in full force, they make sure to avoid him as much as physically possible. 

His shift ends at 6 on Saturday morning and at 6:01 Lee is walking out of his office. He gets into his cruiser and drives to your apartment. He doesn't care if he wakes you up, he needs to fix it and he needs to fix it now. 

He parks on the street in front of your door and slams his door shut before hurrying to your front door. Even as he knocks, he doesn't know what he's going to say. Hopefully, he won't make things worse. 

You are startled awake by someone pounding on your door, you look at your alarm clock to find that it's not even 6:15 am and it's Saturday morning, why is someone pounding on your door at this hour? 

You throw the covers at the foot of your bed and hurry out of bed, you grab your robe on your way out of your room and put it on before opening the front door. The last person you expected to see was Lee, yet here he stands in front of you. 

You should have checked the peephole before opening the door.

Lee's heart painfully clenches when he sees the hurt and sadness settle in your eyes at the sight of him. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times without making any sound, he has so much to say yet nothing feels right. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, crashing his lips onto yours. Lee sighs with relief when he feels you kissing him back almost right away. He uses his free hand to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb while also putting just enough pressure to make you tilt your head back to have better access to your lips. 

Your heart has never beaten this fast before and as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, you can't help but to think that he has to be feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

Breathless, Lee breaks the kiss but barely moves an inch away from you. He opens his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply to get some oxygen back into his lungs. 

Once you've managed to pull yourself out of the kissing haze you got lost into, you remember the situation that led to Lee showing up at your door at this hour. You let go of him, unwrapping your arms from around his neck but his arm around your waist stops you from going anywhere. 

"I'm sorry for being such an asshole, sweetness." He finally says, speaking softly before leaning back to be able to look at you. "What you heard, I meant it."

You shake your head and try to get out of his grip but he doesn't let you go, if anything he tightens his hold on your waist. 

"I meant it but not in the way you heard it. I meant that a girl like you would never go for a guy like me." 

He looks into your eyes, trying to guess how you're feeling.

"I don't want you to quit. I want to keep seeing you every day at work. I need to see you every day at work. I'm so crazy about you, it's almost embarrassing but I don't care anymore. I don't care who knows it and what people are going to say about it. I don't care how cliché it is that I fell in love with my assistant because you make me happy." He tucks a strand of your messy bed hair behind your ear. 

"Lee…" You sigh, not knowing what to say or how to act. Lee is your boss but most importantly he's your best friend and you fell in love with him. How could you not? Lee is perfect, for you at least others might disagree, and there's nothing you'd love more than to be with him but you can't get the conversation you overheard out of your head. One, amazing, kiss won't make you forget. You try to pull away and this time he lets you. You take a few steps back into your apartment and tighten your robe around you. "What you said, how you said it… it hurt me." 

"I'm so sorry." He watches you, fear written all across his face at the thought that maybe there is no fixing his mess. "I was just trying to protect myself, and you, from the rumors and gossip. I shouldn't have said what I said and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for trying to protect you and our friendship." He says seriously. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me and give me a chance?" He takes a step forward, standing in the doorway. "You love me just as much as I love you, I felt it in the kiss. Tell me, what do you need from me? Do you want me to beg? Because for you baby I'll get on my knees right now."

Lee doesn't even give you a chance to talk. He walks into your apartment and stands right in front of you before getting on both knees, looking up at you. "I'm beyond sorry and I'll apologize everyday for the rest of my life if I need to." He puts his hands on your hips and squeezes gently. 

You hold back a gasp at the sight of Lee kneeling down in front of you. The sheriff Bodecker who is feared amongst all is on his knees and begging in your apartment where he can easily be seen by anyone who walks by. 

You look down at him and lift up a hand, stroking his short hair on the top of his head as you feel him getting anxious. 

"I forgive you." You say quietly, scared that he might make you regret how quickly you forgave him. 

His eyes completely light up and he pulls you closer to him, pressing kisses on your stomach on top of your robe from his excitement. He gets up as fast as he can and grabs your cheeks, smiling down at you.

"Don't make me regret forgiving you, Lee Bodecker." 

Lee can see a hint of a playful glimmer back into your eyes and it makes his heart skip a beat. 

"No ma'am." He kisses your forehead, nose and lips. "Next time I'm getting down on my knees, it'll be to put a ring on your finger." He says confidently. 

"Is that so?" You arch a brow, smiling. 

He nods. "Definitely. How do you feel about being future Mrs. Lee Bodecker, mh?" 

You pretend to think about it and shrug. "Guess you'll have to ask to find out."

He pulls you into another kiss, this time he can't stop smiling even when his lips are pressed to yours. 

For the first time since his divorce Lee feels happy again. He sees a future for himself that doesn't revolve around work or a bottle of whiskey and he can't wait to go through everything with you. The good and the bad, as long as you're standing next to him and holding his hand there's nothing he can't do.  

For now Lee closes your front door and follows you back into your room, stripping down to his underwear before getting into bed with you, for you to finish your night of sleep and for him to finally have a chance to sleep. 

For the next couple of days, it'll be just you and Lee with the entire world outside forgotten. Of course there will be talk around town of the Sheriff's cruiser being parked in front of your apartment for the entire weekend without moving once but you will deal with it all on Monday morning when you're ready to face the world again.

For now all that matters is you and Lee, the rest is a problem for another day.

[rookthorne]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒.𝐋.𝐁

You knew he loved to punish you – almost cruelly – and he set you up to fail with as little care as the Devil himself.

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 — Sheriff Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 — 100

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 — Light dark themes, implied punishment (spanking), slight dacryphilia (if you squint), established relationship, praise

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 — Let it be known I have never written him before, please be gentle. 😅

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 — @thebasementspouses WC1 - Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” | Masterlist

It was late – the moon high in the sky as you scrubbed at the dishes of a failed dinner. Again.

Lee’s belt slipped through the loops of his slacks, and it made you wince. Water splashed over your dress when you jumped from the feel of the leather against your bare thigh.

“Ah, ah. Bad girl,” he scolded. “Toughen up ‘n take it like a good girl.”

When the sound of your whimpers and sniffles subsided after the final hit, Lee palmed your ass through your dress. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

↠  𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ↞

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒇

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - being the sheriff was tough, but lee had found something to relax him and that thing was at the strawberry shack.

warning - smut, gloryhole, oral sex, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Lee parks his car, tipping his hat at the people that pass before he enters The Strawberry Shack, he had become a regular in this place, enjoying that there were women always at his service. Lee nods at the woman at the front desk, heading straight for a certain door and making his way inside. There you were, he had been itching to feel your lips wrapped around his cock again. 

“Hiya, suga’. I’ve missed your lips so much, you miss my cock?” He stands in front of your hole, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull out his throbbing member. 

“Of course I did, I missed feeling your cock heavy on my tongue, I missed sucking you off until you cum down my throat. I miss your taste.” Your sultry voice causes Lee’s cock to twitch, your words music to his ears. “Are you going to let me have a taste?” You moan, licking your lips as you watch him stroke his thick girthy member through the hole. 

“Shit, suga’. Making me throb over here. You gonna be a good girl if I let you have a taste?” Lee groans, squeezing his tip before stroking his cock again. 

You whine. “Only for you.” Lee slides his cock through the hole, and you immediately launch forward and wrap your lips around him, sucking on his tip before sliding down and choking on his cock. Your tongue swirls around, flicking underneath and tracing the prominent veins. Drool seeps from the sides of your mouth as you continue to choke and gag on him, your eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, suga’. Best fucking head I’ve ever received.” His hands rest on his hips, fucking your mouth through the hole. Lee keeps his back straightened even though the feel of your mouth on him makes him want to crumble. His nostrils flare as he holds back his groans, feeling pleasure ripple through him.

You moan around him, sucking him harder, your head bobs up and down. You can feel him twitch on your tongue, enjoying that you can bring a man so dominant down with just your mouth. You move up to his tip, paying special attention to it. Sucking and swirling your tongue around it before you flick underneath causing him to buck his hips, accidentally letting a grunt slip. 

“Fucking hell, suga’. Keep that up and I’ll cum.” With a new thirst for his cum, you continue your movements but faster and harder, working like a whore to get his cream out. Lee’s eyes roll back, and he quickly rests his palms on the wall for support as you suck his cock like a vacuum. His cock begins to twitch like crazy, balls tightening before a large amount of cum spurts out of his tip, coating your gorgeous mouth. 

You swallow, lapping up every bit of his cream before you gently pull off with a pop. You watch him pull out and tuck himself back into his pants, a smirk resting on your lips. 

“Thanks, suga’. Make sure you’re ready for me tonight. Gonna need that sweet cunt.” And with that, Lee saunters off.

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[holylulusworld]

Snuggle Time - Flufftober 14

Summary: You and Lee spend a rainy day on the couch.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, snuggling & cuddling, a hint of low self-esteem, established relationship

A/N: Please be aware I mostly do not write canon for Lee.

Rating: Teen

Words: 485

Square filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Square 17: Weird nicknames

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo: Square 7: Planting flowers

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“No. It’s raining again,” you sigh deeply as the weather just ruined your plans for today. “Crap. Why today out of all days.”

For days you have prepared a romantic picnic for you and Lee to celebrate your second anniversary. Now the rain has not only ruined the tulips you planted in the backyard, but your plans too.

“What’s wrong?” Lee stands next to you. He looks out of the window. “Oh no, the rain ruined the flowers we planted.” He runs his hand over your back, knowing how much you loved the tulips. “We can plant new ones, Chipmunk.“

“I know, Stud-Muffin,“ you nod, but your eyes are sad. “It’s just, that I had this whole day planned. I already packed the picnic basket and now it’s raining.”

“How about we go out? I’ll take you out for dinner, Y/N.” Lee glances at you. He sighs as you shake your head. “Why not?”

“I hate when people watch me eat. Most of the time, I feel like they judge me because of my size. I can’t even eat dessert without feeling guilty.”

“My sweet little chipmunk, I don’t care what people think about you or me. If you want to eat dessert, you’ll get it,” Lee states. “If you don’t want to go out. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I prepared the food and got the wine you like so much. I even backed your favorite pie,” you sniffle. “Now everything is ruined.”

“Wait here, Y/N,” Lee pecks your cheek. “I got an idea, chipmunk…”

“All done. Now close your eyes and follow me,” Lee covers your eyes with his hands and guides you inside the living room. “I hope you like it.”

“What did you do?” You gasp when Lee drops his hands, allowing you to see. He placed the picnic blanket on the couch and placed the food you prepared on the coffee table. Lee even lit candles all over the room and shut the blinds. “This is beautiful, Lee.”

“Only because of the food you prepared,” he sheepishly admits. “I know it’s not the park, or a fancy restaurant, but welcome to Casa Bodecker. We have food, wine, and free cuddles.”

You giggle. “I’ll take a slice of the pie, some wine, and lots of cuddles.”

“Let me prepare a plate for you, Y/N,” Lee points at the couch. “Have a seat, and get comfortable. I’ll be right there for you.”

You sit on the sofa and wrap yourself in one of the blankets Lee placed on the couch. 

“I’ll take those cuddles now Lee. I can eat later.” 

“You sure?” Lee sits next to you. “Aren’t you hungry?” 

You scoot closer to rest your head against his shoulder and cover Lee and you with the blanket. “That’s all I want.”

“Me too,” he kisses the crown of your hair. “Happy anniversary, Y/N.”

“Happy anniversary, Lee.”

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[navybrat817]

October Reading List

Hey, lovelies! Here are the fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of October. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

Love, thanks, and happy reading!

Marvel Characters

Bucky Barnes

Feelin' Gourd by @jobean12-blog

Never Saw You Comin' by @nickfowlerrr

Healing Hands by @rookthorne

Mile High Club by @writing-for-marvel

Off Day by @theeleggymeggy

Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

Protective Biker!Bucky by @pellucid-constellations

Insomnia by @intrepidacious

Chain Around My Neck by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Storm by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Biker!Bucky Headcanon by @sinner-as-saint

Smitten by @buckylattes

Give Up Part 1 and Part 2 by @fineanddandy

New Perspective by @honeybloomss

Behave by @becca-e-barnes

Steve Rogers

Haunted by @targaryenvampireslayer

Let's Get Physical by @mrsmischief209

Darkness Between the Stars by @biteofcherry

You Are in Love by @scrumptious-delusion

Baby Girl by @wint3r-h3art

Drain You by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Morning Light by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Interrupted by @ciarawritesmarvel

Steve Rogers as a Husband @neonovember

What You Can Do For Your Country by @krirebr

I Made Your Favorite by @heli0s-writes

The Cinema Experience by @myfictionaldreams

Learn My Lesson by @cockslutpadalecki

Breathe Me by @fushic0re

An Olive Branch by @real-jane

Stucky

Letters to the Moon by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Chris Evans Characters

Andy Barber

Your Age is Showing by @worksby-d

Rosebud by @kthynes

Second Shot by @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Ari Levinson

Beauty Wrought of Rapture and Desire by @the-iceni-bitch

The Domestic Life @imyourbratzdoll

Of Service by @stargazingfangirl18

The New Romantics - Part 1 by @slvttyfied

Curtis Everett

Lots of Candles by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Can I Try Something? by @luxeavenger

Lloyd Hansen

Trucker!Lloyd by @oh-my-damn

Alpha by @boxofbonesfic

Sebastian Stan Characters

Lee Bodecker

It Will Come Back by @slyyywriting

Lights Out by @vellicore

No Way Out by @shadeysprings

Captivity by @wheezy-stucky

Devil Devil by @sgt-seabass

Snuggle Time by @holylulusworld

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

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I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.