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stevesbestgirl · 3 years

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Into the Fire

Soft!Dark!Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Little!F!Reader

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Warnings: mentions of blood, gun use, mild violence, allusions to domestic abuse, implication of past sexual assault, stress-induced regression, mentions of mice, grief

A/N: Part 2 to Out of the Pan! Despite all of the warnings, this came out much softer than I’d originally planned. Lee should be the easiest character to write dark, but I just can’t do it, so I hope y’all enjoy a soft, dark sheriff daddy as much as I do.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Bodecker’s gaze bored into you. But any plea you could think of felt pointless. He’d killed Preston and he was never gonna let you go.

He stroked your chin with his thumb, “Quit your crying now. You’re gonna be fine. Daddy’s got ya now.”

Before you could think better of it, you jutted your chin into his palm, “No.”

His eyebrow quirked, “No?”

His tone made you second guess yourself already, but you repeated yourself, “No. You’re not my daddy. I want to go home.”

“That so?” You’d always heard the sheriff had a bit of a temper, so this cold fury was unexpected. It gave you goosebumps, but you nodded slowly.

He chuckled softly, “Alright then, sweet pea. Have it your way.” He stood, knees cracking as he came out of the crouch, offering you a hand up from the couch.

You reluctantly put your hand in his; it felt like a trap, but it wasn’t like you had another option. So when he took you up to the front door, your heart leapt, but once outside, he didn’t lead you toward the car. Instead, he stepped off the front stoop, moving toward the side of the house.

You resisted, “W-wait, where are we going?”

“You don’t have to be my girl, but this is home now. So I’m takin’ ya to your room.” He tipped his head at the storm cellar.

“Wait, no, I- I changed my mind-”

“Nah, you’re just sayin’ that now. We’re gonna wait ‘til you mean it.”

He dropped your hand to unlock the bolt on the outside of the cellar doors and with a sharp glance at the woods, you took off. The ground here was even less forgiving on your bare feet than the pavement had been, but you barely made it to the tree line before a shot rang out, sending bark chips flying into your path.

You let out a shriek and drew in on yourself, curling into a ball where you stood. “Don’t be doing anything foolish like that,” Bodecker reprimanded. He snapped his fingers, “Get back over here, now, before I lose my temper.”

You scurried back over to the cellar doors, where he gave you an irritated look before throwing the doors open. He squeezed the back of your neck between his fingers, directing you down the steps ahead of him.

Bodecker pushed you forward, darkness encasing you until there was a click and dim light washed over the room. It was small, the single bare lightbulb able to light the whole room. It was also pretty barren. A workbench in dire need of repair sat in the corner of the room. A stack of broken down cardboard leaned up against the wall and there were several spots along the walls that looked like they were indefinitely damp.

“I’ll bring down the cot for ya, so you got somewhere to sleep,” he said, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops.

You felt your lip tremble, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise.”

He paused for a fraction of a second, but he shook his head, “No. You’re gonna learn to appreciate what I‘m doin’ for ya.” He cupped your chin again, turning your face this way and that, “I’ll bring down an ice pack too, so hopefully your face won’t swell up too bad.”

Then he let go, shuffling back toward the steps, leaving you standing in the center of the dingy room. True to his word, he returned twenty minutes later, huffing and puffing as he hauled the folding cot down the steps. You remained where you were, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, still in a half-numb state of shock.

Once the cot was set up in the corner, he turned to leave again, but you felt your hands reach for his, “Wait-” A sound that was almost a whimper escaped you, “Don’t leave me alone.”

He gave a self-satisfied chuckle, “I’m just goin’ t’get the ice pack.”

Reluctantly, you allowed him to slide his hand from yours and disappear back up the stairs, though a knot of fear began to form in your belly. What if he didn’t come back? He could leave you locked down here and no one would ever know.

So when he returned with the ice pack and a sandwich on a plate, as soon as he set them down, you surprised him by throwing yourself at him with a hug. He braced your shoulders and pulled you back, though he couldn’t mask the slight twitch at the corners of his mouth, “What’s the matter with you, girl?”

You kept your gaze lowered, “‘M sorry, Sheriff. Just a lil scared.”

“What do you got t’be scared of? I said I was gonna keep ya safe, didn’t I?”

You nodded, looking around the grim cellar, “Lotta changes, I guess.” You had to force the words out, “Thank you- for what you did for me.”

He gave a short nod, “Been a big night for ya.” It was like you could see the temptation to reconsider pass behind his eyes, but you didn’t want to overplay your hand. You stepped back, taking a seat on the cot and scooping up the ice pack.

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you gingerly pressed the pack to your battered cheek- it was already tender to touch. Bodecker watched you grimace, his brow furrowing, “That boy didn’t know how to treat a lady. You’re better off without ‘im.”

You didn’t want to speak ill of the dead, but Preston was gone and you were alive. So you nodded, “He wasn’t a good man. Always mad at me for somethin’. I-” You swallowed, throat tight, “I didn’t wanna be scared n’more.” That part was true.

He sat down next to you on the cot, “You don’t have t’be. Not with me.”

You glanced at him, nodding softly as you offered him your free hand. You could practically see his walls coming down as he rested his own hand on top of yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.

But then his radio crackled to life, “We’ve got a one-eight-seven on east Hayesville Rd. Repeat, one-eight-seven on Hayesville Rd.”

Bodecker took the radio from his belt and replied, “I’m not far, I’ll check it out.” You almost swore out loud; you were so close. You could feel it. But he patted your hand and rose from the cot, “Alright little lady, I’ll be back later. Might be a bit, since I got a bit of mess to clean up.”

Your stomach lurched at the thought of Preston- his blood on the sidewalk. You wondered who’d found him. Had they identified him yet? Rumors traveled fast in Meade; had someone told his mother already? She would think you’d killed him. They all would.

Tears welled up in your eyes again and Bodecker patted your head, “Don’t worry now, sweet pea. I’ll be back before y’know it.” He nodded at the sandwich on the cot beside you, “You’d best eat up sooner rather than later, else the mice’ll be after it.”

“Mice?’ you squeaked, eyes scanning the dirt floor frantically.

He chuckled, “They don’t do no harm. Don’t mind them none and they’ll do the same.” You drew your feet up off the floor, curling up on the cot with your arms wrapped around your knees, Bodecker’s eyes following your movement, “We’ll talk s’more when I get back. Think you can behave yourself until then?”

Your voice was muted, “Yes, Sheriff.”

“Lee’s just fine,” he flashed a smile that would have been charming under different circumstances. “Be back soon.” Then he disappeared up the steps and you heard the bolt on the other side slide into place.

You felt a little sick, but you forced yourself to eat the sandwich, if only to keep the mice away. It seemed like the light kept them at bay, but you could hear sporadic scratching from the walls and it made your skin itch. You hated to keep your feet on the cot- they were filthy. But you couldn’t bring yourself to put them back on the floor.

It seemed like it took ages for Lee to return; you’d replayed the night over in your head over a dozen times. You thought about what you’d do differently- what you could have done instead of running for that police cruiser. What if it had been a different officer? If anyone else had been patrolling the area, you’d be home. Likely a little worse for the wear, but you’d be back in your own bed and Preston would still be alive. It was your fault he was dead.

Despite your grief, when you heard the crunch of tires, your heart leapt. You waited, listening for the sound of the bolt on the cellar door and the creak of the steps. “You still awake, peach?” He sounded tired.

Your voice was scratchy, “Uh-huh.”

He descended the stairs and glanced at the light, “I thought you might sleep a lil bit. You can turn the light out, you know.”

You avoided his gaze, “Don’t like the dark.”

“Mice, the dark- don’t like much, do ya?”

You weren’t really sure what to say. “What happened? With-”

“Y’aint gotta worry about that. I’m takin’ care of it.” His tone was hard; you thought it was a bad idea to push it right now.

“Sorry,” you cast your gaze down.

“S’alright,” he brushed your cheek with his thumb, “Had a lot to do today. Guess I’m a little cross.”

You raised your hand to brush his arm, but thought better of it, pulling back. But Lee urged you on, “It’s okay. Go ahead.”

"Sorry to be so much trouble." You slid your fingers over his forearm, avoiding eye contact as you did so.

He rested his hand on your ankle, "Ain't nothin' to be sorry for, sweet pea. It's about time someone took care of ya." He brushed his thumb over the edge of your foot, seeming to notice how dirty they were. "What do ya say we go upstairs and get you cleaned up?"

You nodded, toying with the sleeve of his sheriff outfit. He patted your leg, "You gotta behave this time. No backtalkin'. None of this runnin' away business."

"Okay, Lee."

"If you're gonna be my girl, you gotta act like my girl. No reason to be shy."

You paused, but you nodded again, "Okay, Daddy."

At that, he smiled, "C'mon then." He stood and guided your hips down as you slid off the cot and steered you to the exit. "Hate to bring the cot down for nothin', but I'd rather you not need it." There was the hint of a veiled threat, but he squeezed your side as you made your way back up the stairs, pausing to re-lock the storm doors before going inside.

He guided you down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. It was basic, as far as bathrooms go. The small sink could do with a wipe-down, dust and stray beard trimmings decorating the porcelain. Nothing appeared to be in a state of disrepair, but it seemed a little overdue for a cleaning.

Lee lowered the toilet seat and lid, pressing you to sit while he fiddled with the knobs on the tub. “Tap’s a little temperamental- ya gotta be careful not to turn too far or it won’t go all the way off again.”

You nodded your understanding and a half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the floor caught your eye. He followed your gaze, cheeks flushing a little, “Sometimes I like to relax in the tub with a drink. You know- after a tough day at work.”

“Sounds nice,” you agreed, nervous to step out of line again.

He smiled, “Maybe I’ll show ya sometime.” He rolled up his sleeves and tested the water before putting the stopper in, “Alright then, you climb on in. I’ll be back with somethin’ clean for ya to change into.”

You glanced at the water filling the tub; he wanted you to be naked in front of him. With Preston, that only meant one thing. You bit your lip- it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. Still, you took your time undoing the buttons on your dress and you were just climbing in when you felt his hand on your back, guiding you into the tub.

Your cheeks flushed hot and you couldn’t help the way you jumped at the unexpected contact. Once you were in the water, you glanced at him, your heart hammering at the furrow between his brows.

“Sorry. ‘M a little nervous,” you squeaked. Your hands instinctively drifted down to cover yourself.

“What’s to be nervous about? ‘S just a bath.” He sounded annoyed, but the weight in your chest lightened a little.

“You mean- you don’t wanna-” Your cheeks burned again; you couldn’t say it.

He sat on the toilet seat, looking frustrated, “You thought I wanted to-” He heaved a sigh, “You’re-” The words seemed to elude him, “Small, right?”

You nodded; the stress of the past twenty-four hours had been pushing you further and further into a little headspace.

“Then now isn’t exactly the time, now is it?” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. But the way you stared at him answered the question he hadn’t asked and he sighed again, his posture slackening as the irritation drained from him, “You gonna let me clean ya up then?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your voice was so clear, it surprised even you. But you were slowly realizing that Lee wasn’t like Preston. He was bad too, but in a different way- maybe in a way you didn’t have to be scared of.

With a satisfied nod, he moved to the floor, a groan escaping him as he knelt. But he quickly set to getting you cleaned up. “I’m a lotta things, but I never forced a lady to be with me.�� You looked away; there were no good responses considering that you were here because he’d literally forced you. He seemed to realize the irony, huffing a little, “‘N I know what you’re thinkin’, but this is different. You’re here so I can keep ya safe, but you ain’t gotta do nothin’ with me that you don’t wanna. In fact, if you still wanna go after you get some sleep, I’ll drive ya back to town myself.”

You weren’t about to call his bluff, so you stayed quiet for the rest of your bath. Once you were dried and dressed in a much-too-large button down, Lee sat you down at the small table crammed in the corner of the kitchen and set to cooking.

You fidgeted at the table while you watched him work, “Can I help?”

“You wanna help?”

“Well, usually-”

“Usually nothin’. Y’ain’t gotta worry ‘bout takin’ care of me. I’m a big boy, aren’t I? ‘S my job to take care ‘a you.”

Your voice was small, “I like helping.” This wasn’t entirely true; you couldn’t remember the last time you’d helped someone else in the kitchen. At home- your old home, you were responsible for everything. It felt wrong to have someone bustling around the kitchen while you sat on your butt.

He glanced over his shoulder, “Alright, c’mon over then.”

You helped him prep dinner and watched him cook before the two of you sat down at the table to eat. It’d been a while since you’d done that too; ever since you’d gotten a television, Preston had wanted to eat in front of it. And none of this prepared you for how different it was to eat food you didn’t have to cook.

A soft, blissful hum escaped your lips as you took your first bite, drawing a chuckle and a smile from Lee, “You don’t gotta grandstand for me, sweet pea. I’m no cook.”

But you shook your head, insisting through a full mouth, “‘S good.”

He seemed pleased at that, leaning back in his chair while he ate. Once you’d both finished eating, he pushed his chair back, spreading out and heaving a sigh. He patted his knee, “C’mere, sweet pea.”

It was incredible what a bath and a hot meal could do; you approached him without hesitation, coming to a halt between his knees with your hands clasped behind your back. He grasped your arms and pulled you in closer, so he could hoist you up on his knee. Cupping your chin, he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “That still hurt, peach?”

“A little.”

“We’ll get you patched up real soon, don’t you worry.” He squeezed your knee, “What d’you say we listen to the radio for a little bit before bed, hm?”

You nodded, sliding off his knee and following him to the sitting room. He shooed you off toward the sofa while he fiddled with the radio. “There we go,” the static crackle faded into some sort of program, the voices bantering with one another as Lee made his way over.

The couch creaked a little as he sat down, throwing his arm over the back over the sofa. He closed his eyes, listening to the people talking. That didn’t interest you much, but you kept sneaking glances at him. He had his feet up on the coffee table and his head tipped back on the back of the cushions. He looked comfy.

Inching closer was easy- the dip in the couch from where he sat allowed you to gradually get closer until your hip bumped his thigh, but still, he kept his eyes closed. You curled in close, resting your head on his belly.

Still, you jumped a little when his arm slid down around your back, but he only stroked the back of your arm, “Don’t worry peach, Daddy’s got ya.”

He was warm and soft, his breathing making your head rise and fall. Your mind drifted, your thoughts going fuzzy. There was a voice in the back of your mind that said you should be ashamed of yourself- accepting this without more of a fight. But that voice was growing quieter as time went on, masked by the slow glow of being cared for and the feeling of peace that came with breathing easy for the first time in god knew how long.

But once you fell asleep, that guilt seemed intent on being heard. You stood on the pavement again, feeling the dust of leaves on the soles of your feet. But this time, it was you Lee was aiming at. You squeezed your eyes closed when the shot rang out, it was just as loud as real life, but no bullet came. Opening your eyes, you realized you were holding Preston in front of you like a human shield, until he crumpled to the ground at your feet.

The scream that left you burned your throat and it was then that you felt the cool tears on your cheeks, realizing it was no longer a dream. Your breath came in gasps as you scrambled up, finding yourself in an unfamiliar bed. But Lee’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his grasp and he shushed you, “Hey sweet pea, it’s alright. ‘M right here- it was just a bad dream.”

But it wasn’t just a bad dream; that was real life. It had happened. You’d killed Preston and everyone knew it, even if they had the details muddled. And even if they’d let you return, there wasn’t anything left for you in Meade. So, you cried; you cried for Preston, and for his mom, and for your old life. Fat tears spilled over your cheeks as your shoulders heaved until you couldn’t breath, trembling in the bed under the weight of Lee’s arm.

But he waited, murmuring soft reassurances as he laced his fingers through yours and held you close. When your sobs died down, leaving only ragged breathing, he gave your hand a squeeze, “It gets easier, peach. I promise.”

Even though it seemed unbelievable, you believed him. You had no reason not to; everything he’d done so far had been for you. So you turned over, burying your face in his chest and focusing on breathing. Lee’s breath grew steady and deep once again, his arm growing slack over your waist and though it took some time, you eventually fell back asleep.

#lee bodecker #dark!daddy!lee bodecker #daddy!lee bodecker #daddy!lee #soft!dark!lee bodecker #soft!dark!daddy!lee bodecker #daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #the devil all the time

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achubbydumpling · 3 years

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All pairings are James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers unless otherwise indicated and everything should be in the order it was posted.

Last updated: 08.03.2024

❗ Additional Warnings

☁ No Feedism

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Maneater Writing Challenge

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Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Cage the Devil Series (Final Part)

Title: Anything Goes

Summary: Now that you’ve gotten revenge, it’s time for you and Lee to move forward with your lives.

Warnings: First up, 18+!!!! Minors go away!! Mentions of threats; character death/homicide; mild cursing; some mild anger from Lee; mentions of gunshots & guns; mentions of pregnancy; mentions of alcohol; mentions of being poisoned; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. Also, this is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own. By clicking keep reading, you’ve accepted these warnings. The gold glitter divider is by @firefly-graphics and the moodboards were created by me.

Wordcount: 2,383

Lee had been busy dealing with the aftermath of the Tecumseh Bar being burned down and he was thankful no one was hurt. A part of him though, couldn’t help but feel frustrated as it was where a lot of his business dealings were done. He let out a heavy sigh before taking a sip of his now cold coffee. Lee was about to pick up the phone to call his house to see how you were doing, when a knock came from his closed office door. He put the phone back down before he called out to the other person.

“Come in!”

The door to his office creaked open and in the doorway stood Deputy Barnes. Lee arched an eyebrow at his deputy as he saw the solemn look on his face.

“Sir, we got a call for some shots fired and well, not exactly sure how to tell you this-” Barnes started as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Tell me what Barnes?” Lee barked, he didn’t have time for his deputies to pussyfoot around.

“They came from the area of the twelve hundred block of Pine.” Barnes knew that as soon as he said the address, Lee would want to take action.

“What do we know?” Lee immediately got up from his desk chair and holstered his weapon before making his way out of the office, with Barnes right behind him.

“Not a whole lot. Neighbor claimed that he only heard the shots but didn’t see anything. Two shots went off then a few minutes later, two or three more went off.” Barnes followed after his boss as he spoke. “What do you want us to do about this?”

Lee stopped in his tracks as he stopped to think about what he wanted done. He then pulled Barnes close and off to the side, he kept his voice low as he spoke. “Take Rogers and Wilson with you, try to keep the chatter low about this as much as possible. I need to double check something at thome and then I’ll be out there.”

Barnes nodded his head before he went to round up the other two deputies. Lee then bolted out of the Knockemstiff Sheriff’s Department and got into his squad car, he immediately sped off to the house. He hoped that you were alright and that nothing bad had happened to you. He couldn’t live with himself if that were the case.

Meanwhile, you were waiting to meet with Curt Goynes on the opposite side of town. You glanced over to the gun, sitting on the passenger seat when you saw his car pull up. The two of you got out at the same time but not before grabbing a small bag from the backseat. You walked up to Curt with the bag and eyed him up and down when you saw that he was empty handed.

“Don’t tell me I’ve made a mistake Curt.” Your voice was cold and had a bite to it.

“Of course not, Jones deserves this.” Curt then pulled a small vial of clear liquid out of his pocket and held it up. “How are you gonna cover up the taste? I heard this stuff can be a bit on the bitter side.”

“I figured I’d just put a few drops into his whiskey.” You answered bluntly.

Curt found himself smirking at your answer before he handed you the vial. In return, you handed him the small bag and he glanced inside the bag.

“All there?”

“Every last scent.” You promised as you examined the vial.

When the two of you seemed satisfied, the two of you parted ways. You watched as Curt drove off in the direction of the highway. You took a deep breath as you sat there for a moment, carefully putting the vial into your purse. You sat there and thought about everything that’s happened recently and how badly you just wanted it to end, not just for your sake either. Just as the sun was starting to rise, you decided it was time to finish this once and for all. You wouldn’t let Jones do this to anyone else.

When Lee got to the house, he barely had the cruiser into park before he was bolting out of it and dashing towards the house. He frantically searched the house as he called out your name. Room after room, he started to worry as each one he found empty. He was passing his office when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Lee slowly entered his office as he took a look around and saw how sprawled out everything was on top of his desk. He took a seat at his desk and examined it thoroughly, that’s when he spotted it. A business card with Lloyd’s information on it. Lee ran a hand down his face and the worst was coming into his mind. Then another thought popped into his head and he reached under his desk, only to find nothing.

“Dammit!”

Lee then stood up and shoved everything off of his desk in a fit of rage. He took a moment to collect himself before he ran a hand through his hair. Lee then got up from his desk, even though he was exhausted, frustrated, and a multitude of other emotions. He let out a heavy sigh before he got up and decided it was best to go meet Barnes and the others. When he got to your former childhood home, a pit formed in his stomach when he saw it all taped off. He slowly got out of his squad car and approached the house, lifting up the tape so he could enter. Lee felt the color drain from his face when he saw a sheet covering a body and he stumbled backwards. Barnes rushed over to help steady him and to give the news.

“It’s not her boss, it’s Lloyd.”

Lee clapped his deputy’s shoulder as he let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, let’s cover this up quickly.”

To say you surprised Jones when he walked into his office, would be an understatement. You were sitting in his chair and had your feet propped up on his desk. You took a sip of the water that you had in your glass as the two of you continued to stare at one another. Doug smirked at you before he walked over to the drink cart. You were pleased when he chose the bottle of Whiskey, but you did your best not to show it. You heard the pop of the cork and watched intensely as Doug poured himself a healthy amount of Whiskey.

“Ya know, when they told me that I had a visitor, I gotta be honest I wasn’t expecting you.” Doug took a long drink of his Whiskey as he turned around.

You don’t reply right away as you take another sip of your water. “Well, I don’t like leaving any loose ends.”

Jones nodded his head at your words before he took another drink of his Whiskey. “Loose ends you say?”

“Precisely.” You then adjusted in the chair and straightened up, removing your feet off of the desk as you did so. “Hansen is dead.”

Doug took a seat in the armchair next to the drink cart, just as you came around the front of his desk. You watched as Jones started to adjust his tie before he took another sip of his Whiskey.

“I take it by your doing?” Jones inquired as he started to breathe slightly heavier.

You couldn’t help but let a proud smile form on your lips. “Of course. You feeling alright there Doug?”

Doug set his glass on the drink cart before his hand went to his chest. His breathing had labored even more and you could see the panic in his eyes.

“What did you do, you little bitch?” He choked out as he undid his tie, even though it wouldn’t help.

You reached behind you and grabbed your glass, taking a sip of the water. A tense silence filled the room as you stared him down, you set the glass down next to you on the desk and a wicked grin grew on your face.

“Oleander. I heard it’s a bitch and the best thing? You’ll be dead in a few hours, dying slowly and painfully.”

Doug tried to speak but ended up choking on his words. You couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, before you grabbed your purse and started to head towards the door. You paused before you exited the office and glanced over your shoulder, you could tell he was already starting to suffer. A sense of pride filled you as you continued to walk out of the building. When you got to your car, you decided to turn on the radio and listen to some music for the ride home. A woman’s voice came through the speaker and it was in the middle of the song as it played, you started to hum along to it as you drove off.

“... So though I’m not a great romancer… I know you’re bound to answer when I propose… Anything goes… If driving fast cars you like… If low bars you like… If Mae West you like… Or me undressed you like… Why, nobody will oppose… Anything goes… And all the pains you’ve got, if any brains you’ve got… From those little radios… Anything goes… Anything goes… Anything…”

The drive back home was exhausting and you couldn’t wait to be home. When you finally got back, you saw that he was already home and you couldn’t help but smile. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into his arm and fall asleep but you couldn’t do that quite yet. On the way home, you had decided that you were going to tell him everything and hopefully he would still want to be with you. You took a deep breath as you reached for your purse, with the gun already inside of it and got out of your car. Once you were inside the house, you let out a heavy sigh as you set down your purse on the entryway table. Lee perked up when he heard the front door open and close. He got up from his spot on the couch and when he saw you in the entryway, he couldn’t have been happier. He rushed up to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You were a little surprised by his reaction but you accepted it and embraced him in return.

“Lee, there's something that I need to tell you.” You pulled away a little bit to look at Lee in his beautiful, blue eyes as you spoke.

“Whatever it is, I don’t need to know and it didn’t happen.” Lee said sternly as he reached a hand up to cup your cheek and started to caress it.

“Well then, can I just say one thing then?” You couldn’t help but beam at him, you’d been wanting to tell him for a while now.

“Of course, doll, what is it?” Lee tucked some of your hair behind your ear as he waited and continued to hold you close.

“I’m pregnant.”

Lee was shocked at first but then it quickly went away and he started to grin from ear to ear. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, you’re going to be a father?!” You confirmed excitedly and with your own huge smile.

Lee crashed his lips into yours, putting as much passion as he possibly could into the kiss. When he pulled apart, he picked you up by the waist and spun you around in the air. Your heart swelled at his reaction and for once, you felt like things were going your way.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During the last five years, so many things had changed and yet, Knockemstiff still felt the same. Lee hung up his sheriff's hat, along with ceasing any other side businesses he had and the two of you were extremely happy. When Lee decided to retire, it wasn’t quite an election year, so he handed the ropes over to Barnes. Knockemstiff hasn’t been this peaceful and quiet in many years. Barnes proved to be a worthy voice and the people loved him as the new sheriff.

You and Lee were married just a few weeks before your son was born. Reverend Teagardin performed a small, quaint ceremony with a few of the deputies as witnesses. To you, it was the most perfect ceremony. Two weeks after that, you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. You cried the first time you held him, you never knew you could feel so much love for one person. You didn’t miss the fact that he was the spitting image of Lee and had a full head of hair. The name you picked out for your son, you felt like it fit him perfectly, Landon James Bodecker.

You now sat on the porch swing as you watched Lee teach your son how to play catch. It was a warm, summer afternoon and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. You caressed your large, pregnant belly and let out a sigh of content. You and Lee were expecting your second child and things couldn’t have been more perfect. You sipped on your lemonade as you continued to watch Lee and your son play together. You laughed as they were now wrestling on the ground, being a father suited him and he was a great one.

“Be careful!” You called out, not wanting either one of them to get hurt.

Just then, Landon stopped playing with Lee and came rushing up the porch steps. He climbed onto the swing with you and he snuggled into your side. You couldn’t help but smile and hold him as close as possible.

“Got room for one more?” Lee teased as he walked up the steps.

He picked up Landon and set him on his lap as Lee joined you on the swing. You leaned into his side as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you as close as possible. It was moments like these that you lived for and you couldn’t get enough of them.

The End

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viinchester · 4 years

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Left For Dead

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Descriptive Sex, Fingering, Violence, Descriptive Injuries, Non-Con/Dub-Con?(Reader ends up liking it so idk), Badly written Smut, hints of a breeding kink (Like 2 sentences)

Fandom: The Devil All The Time (Movie)

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Request: Written for this awesome request @slothspaghettiwrites received and forwarded to her followers for us to write.💞

Summary: You're new in town and manage to unintentionally catch the Sheriff's attention. Being his girl doesn't only give advantages though.

Word Count: 5.483 (This kinda got out of hand😅)

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A/N: I'm so sorry for ruining this perfectly decent request. This probably isn't what you wanted, like at all, but I hope you can enjoy it nonetheless.🥺 This definitely doesn't have as much Angst or protective!Lee as it probably should. It's also my first time writing Lee, so I'm sorry if he seems out of character. Also, I'd like to thank @threeminutesoflife for advising me to post this as a separate blog rather than a reply to the original ask in order for my tags to show up in Tumblr's search.💞

You still weren't entirely certain how the Sheriff and you'd ended up together.

No, scratch that, you remembered specifically how.

You didn't grow up in Knockemstiff.

Your mother did, but she moved away pretty much as soon as she was legally able to do so. When she died a few months ago, you felt completely alone and abandoned. Your father had bitten the bullet many years back and you didn't have any siblings or cousins or even aunts or uncles. All that was left of your family was your dear grandmother (bless her heart) who however lived in Knockemstiff, prompting you to move back there to get a bit closer to your roots.

Fresh in town and financially unstable, you'd begun serving at a Diner to pay both your and your grandmother's bills, moving in with her and taking care of her.

And you liked this city, for the most part anyway. It was peaceful, nothing outstanding ever actually happened. The community knew each other well and everything had its secure position here.

Some would call this place boring, but you preferred boring.

Working at the Diner, you quickly got to know every soul in the town, if directly or through the occasional rumors and gossips you overheard. It took some time, but the people grew comfortable around you, you just held something about you that nobody could despise.

You were a pleasant person to be around, always attentive and well-spoken. There were no snarky remarks from your side nor did you ever speak poorly about anyone on purpose or with evil intent.

When somebody required assistance with something, you were one of the first to offer your services, always with a warm smile on your face.

Enter the Sheriff.

A man that couldn't be any more different from you than a buttercup was from a cactus. He wasn't constantly outright mean, but he didn't make any effort to be polite either. The Sheriff was a man who recognized the power he carried in his position and thrived on it.

The first time you'd encountered him was the third day on your job. He'd shown up at noon, picking a table meant for families right next to the entrance with a window view to the parking lot. His presence had an immediate influence on the atmosphere in the Diner, everybody communicated much more hushed and nobody dared to even glance in the Sheriff's direction.

When the other employees caught wind of him, they exchanged one simple look, before nodding in agreement.

Tiffany, one of those employees and your colleague, strolled over to you and asked you to take care of the Sheriff, cautioning you with nothing more than a 'Just be civil'. She'd consciously sent you straight into the lion's den without remorse. It wasn't that she wished you anything bad, but she wasn't about to deal with the Sheriff when somebody else could do the job.

So, exactly like all the other times when a new face arrived at the Diner, you straightened the yellow-white striped dress-uniform you wore and walked over to the table the Sheriff sat with a pleasant smile on your face while carrying the paper you'd write his order on.

"Good day, Sheriff. What can I get for you?" You greeted him politely, his head immediately snapping towards you at your voice from where he'd been staring out the window.

He was quite obviously surprised to see someone new serving him, blinking shortly, before furrowing his brows.

Sitting up, he leaned back a little to take in your appearance with hooded eyes.

Smooth skin, clean clothes, hair in a bun, a body with curves in all the ideal places. His pants strained the slightest bit, finding you attractive.

Clearing his throat, the Sheriff finally spoke up: "Hamburger, french fries, and a coffee, black."

Watching you dutifully jotting down his order, he yearned to touch you but waited for an opportunity.

"Coming right up for you, sir. Will that be all?" He had to give it to you, you knew how to do your job and you did it well.

Gruffing out a "No.", he waited until you turned away to snatch your arm and keep you back, causing you to spin to him again with a wildly beating heart.

"Actually.." He started and you had to fight hard not to let your sudden fear show on your face. "I don't think I've ever seen you around before. You new in town?"

He still maintained his hand on your arm, not quite as forceful anymore, however.

Gulping, you promptly answered with a: "Yes, Sheriff. I moved here four days ago to take care of my Granny."

"Mhm." The Sheriff assessed, squinting his eyes the slightest bit while you nervously clutched the papers in your hands. "What's your name, missy?"

"Y/N, sir." - "Welcome in Knockemstiff, Y/N. I'm sure you understand I like to keep tabs on my people as Sheriff of the town."

After a final nod and a mumbled 'thank you' from you, the Sheriff finally let go of your arm, a subtle bruise left where he'd grabbed you. Turning around and walking back to the kitchen, you forced yourself not to grimace, noticing everybody in the Diner discretely but totally obviously having watched the exchange of words.

You handed in the order to the cook, trembling from the bad feeling the Sheriff gave you, sighing. Tiffany glanced at you from the side but didn't say anything, so you kept your mouth shut as well.

Over the following weeks, the man you'd come to known as Sheriff Lee Bodecker became a frequent visitor of the Diner. Exactly like the first time, you were constantly the one sent to attend to him, and unwilling to protest, you did. You still treated him like every other guest and he never touched you again or recited anything other than his order to you, and you essentially relaxed.

Then, someday somehow, something shifted. And suddenly the Sheriff was everywhere.

When you went to get groceries at the store, he was there. When you were in church, he was there. When you had your lunch breaks, his cruiser was right around the corner. When you walked home, sometimes you caught him following you from some distance. The last straw was when you were home and looked out the window, just to see the cruiser driving by way too slowly.

It became too much, sleepless nights spent worrying about whether he was outside the house right now.

You didn't dare talk to anyone about it, you were aware of his influence in the town and knew of his ways to play foul with his job. Things were hushed about the man behind his back that you overheard and they left you fearing for your life if you ever decided to open your mouth and say something.

So, you forced yourself to put up with it.

Hoping that he'd one day lose interest and finally stop following you around.

After an entire week of barely two to three hours sleeping, you determined to shake up your routine and do something different for a change. You shoved the thoughts about the Sheriff to the last corner of your mind and dressed for a fun night on Saturday evening. The short dress barely covered your ass, your lace panties on display, cleavage inviting. When you left the house, you told your grandmother not to expect you home before the next morning or noon. You weren't planning on coming home tonight, hoping to find someone good-looking to dance your troubles away with and spend the night with.

When you arrived at the club, you tossed back a few shots to get you started and into the mood, not taking long to scoot onto the dancefloor. You weren't oblivious to the longing and jealous glances thrown your way, after all the outfit you'd selected was a pretty daring choice in the small town of Knockemstiff, and unheard of. It didn't take long for the first men to surround you like moths that were attracted to light, and you spent the rest of your night dancing, laughing, and drinking while flirting.

One particular gentleman, James, quickly became a favorite of yours as he had a unique sense of humor and sparkle in his eyes with every word. It didn't hurt that he was quite handsome too. James paid for a few drinks and eventually invited you to go home with him, so you instantly agreed.

On your way outside, he grabbed your hand and when you finally reached the exterior, he kissed you with passion. Longingly, you kissed him back, grabbing the rear of his head and neck to pull him nearer. He did the same, shielding your skull from the hard stone wall behind you as he pushed you against it in the process. Moans of lust escaped your mouth when he traveled his lips down your face, onto your throat and bare neck. Grinding his bulge into your stomach, you raised your hips to answer him eagerly.

With a loud smack, James' lips left your neck and he panted, telling you: "God, baby. I'm not sure I can wait until we get home."

You couldn't help the smirk from forming, feeling the same way.

In a daring voice, you purred: "Then don't. You've got a car, don't you?"

"Oh fuck yes."

Both of you stumbled in the direction of his car and he slammed you to the door, while blindly reaching for the handle in the dark.

Nothing existed around the two of you and because of that, you both failed to notice the police cruiser parked only a few lots away from you.

"Shit, James. I need you." You moaned and he finally found the handle of the door, pulling it open.

As you stripped yourself of your dress, you fell onto the backseat, scurrying back while throwing aside your outfit, so James could follow you inside.

"I know, baby. I'm so hard for you." He acknowledged your calls, climbing inside after you and yanking down his pants. "Holy fuck, you look so good in that. But I need to see you out of it."

His fingers easily enough found the back of your bra, opening it and slowly pulling it down with his teeth, smirking at you.

Reaching behind him afterward, he closed the door of the car and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the front, like the rest of the clothes so far.

He explored your naked chest, trailing his fingers over your nipples, which hardened instantly. Stretching up, you grabbed the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him down, face first onto your breasts. Eagerly his tongue latched onto your left nipple and you moaned loudly, pushing your hips up and into his crotch. Letting your hands slide lower, you pulled off James' underwear, and he did the same with your panties.

Finally, oh sweet finally, he positioned himself and started pushing in.

Not even an inch in, both of you startled and flinched when somebody loudly banged their fist again the window behind James.

"Open the door, it's the police." The Sheriff's dooming voice announced and James and you stared at each other.

One second, you're laying on each other, hands roaming all over the other's body, the next you hastily jump into action, desperately searching for your clothes.

Another knock.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Open the door or I'll open it myself."

"Shit shit shit," James mumbled quickly while pulling up his underwear, handing you your bra. "One moment please, sir!"

The door opened abruptly and you and James stared into the Sheriff's flashlight like deers caught in the headlights.

"Out. Both of you." The Sheriff ordered.

James hurried to follow the instructions, jumping out of the back of the car, before reaching inside and offering you a hand. Wildly blushing you took it and pulled yourself outward, trying not to stare at the raging and obvious hard-on he still had.

Putting your hand over your exposed lower parts, you couldn't help both the shame and anger that coursed through you at that moment.

Shame to be found and seen in such a compromising position by none other than the head of the law around town.

And anger, because he ruined a perfectly good opportunity to get off and probably followed you here.

"Any good reason why I shouldn't immediately give the two of you tickets for indecent exposure in public and haul your asses to the station?" The Sheriff spoke up, eyebrows raised in almost a mocking manner.

James and you exchanged a single glance, before looking back at the Sheriff.

Sheepishly James begged him: "Please, sir. I'm so sorry, this won't ever happen again. We just wanted to get home and-"

"Boy, this ain't 'getting home' and we all know it. You couldn't have waited until you got there?" Sheriff Bodecker cut him off and put his hands to his hips.

And at that moment where your eyes fell to his hips, you were able to make out his boner through his pants. Wide eyes immediately snapped up again before somebody caught you looking, but your heart sped up.

"You're lucky I know your father, boy. Since this was the first time this ever happened, I'll let you off with a warning."

Both James and you breathed out in relief, but the Sheriff snapped his fingers in your direction.

"Not you, missy. You're gonna stay here and we're gonna talk about the consequences." - "But, sir-" James closed his mouth again abruptly at the dark look the Sheriff shot him.

"Get in your car and drive home. We'll take care of this alone." Sheriff Bodecker ordered him and your blood ran cold.

No. No no no. Don't leave me alone with him.

James shot you a sorry look but hurried to get inside his car nonetheless.

"My clothes-" - "Get 'em. Fast." The Sheriff allowed you and you hastily opened the door to the passenger seat while James sat in the driver's seat and helped you collect them, handing them to you.

He mouthed an apology and you gave him an understanding look, before getting out again and closing the door.

As you went ahead to pull on your panties, the Sheriff grabbed your arm harshly and told you: "Not so quick."

Staring at him, you could only stumble after him when he yanked you around to his cruiser.

"Sheriff?" You asked him, but instead of answering, he opened the door to the backseats of the cruiser and shoved you inside, not caring that you hit your head. "What-"

Swiftly, he followed you inside, climbing over you and you scrambled away, panicking as you tried to open the other door, but found it locked. The other door fell closed behind Sheriff Bodecker, his hands locating your hips and squeezing them forcefully.

Screaming out in pain, you put your hands above his, trying to yank them off.

"Stop, what are you doing-"

"You're such a goddamn tease." He cut you off, groaning loudly as he took in your body. "I've wanted you since I first saw you, but you just had to play hard to get. I know you saw me following you. You knew I'd follow you here tonight. You just wanted to get fucked by me, love, didn't you?"

Outraged at that accusation, you attempted to sit up, unwillingly allowing Lee to reach behind you and force your bra open and away. Putting your hands against his chest to push him away, Lee used the moment and nuzzled his head between your breasts, groaning.

"No! I didn't want this! You're insane, let go of me!"

A shudder ran through your body at the feeling of Lee grinning with his teeth against your breasts, before pulling away and moving to lean his face over yours.

"Baby, you're gonna love this, trust me." He told you and then went to unbutton his trousers.

"NO! I'll-I'll go to the police!" - At that, the Sheriff laughed.

"Sweetheart, I am the police. So let's be honest. Who are they going to believe? You, a stupid brat who's just moved into town, and who was seen flashing her body at a club and leaving with a guy that's not your husband? Or me, the Head of the Law who's been keeping this town safe for centuries now?" He mused, smirking. "Besides, you're not going to tell anyone. Wanna know why? For the same reason, you didn't tell anyone about me following you around. You like it."

Protesting, you shook your head.

"No, I don't! I'm afraid of you, that's all!" You sobbed, tears now flowing down your face at the predicament you found yourself in.

"Oh baby, it's okay. You can like it, no problem with that. You're my good sweetheart, aren't you? Always so polite and nice to everyone. Had me hard the moment I saw you."

The Sheriff finally pulled down his pants and followed with his underwear, making you flail around harder. His one hand clenched your hip harshly, forcing you to stay still, while the other one mounded your pussy.

Clasping your eyes shut, you knew Lee was able to feel how wet you were. And honestly, while you wanted to blame it at your former interaction with James, you knew it wasn't all that. No matter how much you denied it, you did kind of like the way Lee was handling you.

Chuckling, Lee rubbed his hand over your clit and began playing with it, causing your hips to press up into his grip. To disassociate yourself from the entire situation, you turned your head away and pressed your eyelids together more tightly, but nothing was able to make you overhear the squelching sounds your pussy began to make for Lee.

"You can say you don't like this all you want, but your pussy doesn't lie." He acknowledged, rubbing more before taking one finger and inserting it slowly into your body.

Your eyes snapped open, hands scrambling for purchase at the edge of the car seats and you attempted to drag yourself away from the sudden intrusion, but Lee's grip on you didn't ease and allow you to do so.

"Look at that. You're sucking me right in, sweetheart." He cooed and started moving his thick digit carefully.

He added a second and eventually a third finger, which had you both keening and moaning desperately. You were unable to move your hips, whining softly.

"Please.." The plea that fell from your lips sounded truly tortured and you weren't sure if you were begging for more or to stop at this point.

Spreading all his fingers inside you, Lee expertly moved them around and slipped them in and out of you slowly, taking in all your reactions to his actions.

"Come on, baby. I know you can do it." His voice encouraged you.

When he started rubbing your clit again while moving his fingers and inserting a fourth digit, you couldn't take it anymore.

Rocking back and forth, you fucked yourself on Lee's fingers as much as you possibly could and eventually came with a shuttering breath and wail.

Lee rode you through your high with his fingers, then pulled them out of you and sucked them clean inside his mouth with a dark look inside his eyes. Furthermore, he wrapped them around his hard erection, pumping a few times and groaning, before positioning himself at your entrance.

"Look at you, so ready for me. Just a dumb little girl wanting to get fucked by the Sheriff, hm?" He whispered and all you could do was moan softly in reply, eyes fluttering when he pushed in.

Despite being prepared by four fingers, his penis going in gave you a slight sting and you grimaced. While Lee wasn't exactly long, he was thick, which you now came to notice. As he went further in, his cock reached all the right places among your walls and ridges, causing you to moan again more loudly.

"Lee.." You whispered and he kissed you, heatedly pushing his tongue inside your mouth after a few seconds.

Pulling his hips away a bit, you then gasped against his lips when he pushed further in. Your hands took hold of Lee's hair, before sliding along his body, over his neck to his back.

Groaning deeply, Lee did the same with his hands, grabbing everywhere he could find purchase. His soft tummy pressed into your stomach every time he exhaled, grounding you further into the seats. Hands finding your breasts again, Lee played with your nipples, resting his forehead against yours as he went faster.

"Wanna fill you up. See these get round with milk. Fuck, you'd make a great mother. Always so patient and soft." He told you and you momentarily managed to slip out of the haze you were in.

The panic was written along your face, your voice shaking when you told him: "Lee, no. Please, don't-"

Almost lovingly, Lee smiled and hushed you with a whisper against your lips.

"Don't worry, baby. 'm not gonna do that yet. Wouldn't look good, you being pregnant 'n not married. I gotta wife you up first." - Your eyes went wide at that, but you didn't say anything, as his hands went to your clit and rubbed it again.

With a few more promising words, you finally came for the second time that evening. Shortly after, Lee pulled out and grabbed a Pepsi Cup from the front, spraying his load inside with a loud groan.

Exhausted, both of you remained in the position you were in for a little longer.

That was only the start.

After that encounter, the Sheriff started actually and officially dating you. He wasn't the most romantic man, but he tried his best as he took you out to dates and such.

Whenever you tried ending what was going on, he reminded you that he was the Sheriff and you had your role to play. Then he'd fuck you into obedience fairly quickly.

And to be honest, being Lee's girl wasn't that bad. He absolutely adored you, trying to make you as comfortable as he possibly could and giving you everything you could potentially wish for. You were starting to genuinely enjoy your relationship with the Sheriff.

Until that godforsaken day.

It had started normal, like every other day during the week. You'd gotten ready, served your grandmother and yourself food, and told her goodbye, before going outside where the Sheriff waited for you with the Cruiser. He insisted on driving you to and from work, despite you always telling him it wasn't that far and that you would be fine walking. Reaching the Diner, you kissed each other and then went your separate ways, doing your jobs.

The ordinary day changed drastically when Lee arrived at the Diner later that Noon. Going inside, he placed himself in his regular seat, waiting for you to make your appearance.

And so he waited.

For a minute.

For two minutes.

For five minutes.

After ten minutes without you showing up, Lee grunted impatiently, tapping his fingers against the table.

Fifteen minutes later, he was ready to explode, when Tiffany walked out of the kitchen apprehensively, slowly making her way over to him with obvious fear in her eyes.

Seeing the woman and not his girlfriend, he sat up straight in an instant. Even before she was halfway across the room, he'd stood up and approached her himself.

"Where is she?" He asked without beating around the bush and she shivered at his harsh tone.

"We-We're not sure. She went out for her lunch break a while ago and she should've been back by now, but we can't find her."

Lee could've sworn his whole world stood still at that moment.

"What do you mean you can't find her?" His voice grew louder and attracted the attention of everyone in the Diner. "This place isn't very big, there aren't too many places she could've gone for her lunch break."

Tiffany took a step back at his obvious anger and gulped, before forcing herself to tell him: "Since she started here, she's always spent her lunch breaks at the same time in the same place. But she's not there today."

Lee's heart started wildly beating at that sentence and he willed himself to remain calm.

All red flags stood up to attention in his mind and the worst scenarios went through his head, but he forced them all away and concentrated.

"I'm sorry Sheriff, but she's not here. Maybe she went home to get something and just isn't back yet?" Tiffany quietly suggested and while Lee knew this was just her hoping to get him out of the Diner, he couldn't care less.

"Call the station, if she turns up. Immediately. Understood?" He asked her harshly and she nodded, as he turned around and looked to the people in the Diner that now pretended that they hadn't been listening to anything. "The same goes for all of you. You see her, you call the station immediately!"

After a chorus of "Yes, Sheriff"'s, Lee walked outside, his mind racing.

Where could you possibly be?

Hopping in his cruiser, he drove to your home and knocked on the door, impatiently waiting. After a whole minute or so, the door finally opened to show an elderly lady with a walking stick, clutching her side.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you possibly know where your granddaughter is?" He tried to be as polite as possible, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you and wanting to get on her good side.

"Y/N? She's at work, she's a waitress at the Diner a few streets from here." She told him, observing his distressed demeanor. "Why? What's going on, Sheriff?"

"Nothing, for now, ma'am. Thank you for telling me. I'll let you be then." He told her, walking away quickly, increasingly growing more worried.

You weren't at work. You weren't home. Where could you possibly be?

Inside his car, he checked his radio and phoned the station to ask if anyone had reported seeing you yet. But nothing.

Slowly driving along the roads, Lee went to every and any place he could think of where you ever went. No matter how unlikely it was that you'd be there, he didn't leave any stone untouched.

Time went by way too fast and suddenly it was night. After another visit to your home and confirming with your grandmother you still weren't there, she agreed to file a missing person's case as soon as possible.

Lee drove himself home that evening with the worst feeling ever. Parked in front of his house, he couldn't bring himself to go inside, images of your corpse somewhere flickering across his mind.

Unable to stop himself, Lee grabbed the steering wheel and let a few tears flow.

He wasn't fully crying, for some reason his body didn't allow him to. Instead, small waves of sadness rolled over him and shuddering breaths fled his mouth.

He couldn't help but think of everything that you'd two accomplished together so far and everything he still had planned.

Your smile flashed in front of his eyes, a full-on laugh bubbling out of your throat filled his ears.

Your soft touch traveled across his body, your fingers on his hands, gripping them and telling him you love him for the first time. Your head on his tummy, assuring him you enjoyed it and that it was a lovely part of him. Your heels digging into his back as he fucked you.

Lee now thought of everything he'd planned for the two of you.

A wedding, attended by a couple of colleagues, Sandy, and your grandmother. It wouldn't be huge, but it would be full of love. He'd already started looking for rings.

Moving in together, his house had more than enough space, and he was willing to allow your grandmother to live with the two of you.

One day, he wanted to fill you with babies and become a Daddy. Little munchkins resembling you and him would be running around your house and garden, screaming in joy.

There was still so much the two of you hadn't done, but Lee feared it may never come to that point.

Maybe he was overreacting, maybe you had a plausible reason and were somewhere else, completely alright and unharmed. Or maybe.. you were dead inside some pedo's basement right now or possibly screaming for help.

As thoughts threatened to overcome Lee once again, his radio gave a signal.

"10-39, Bodecker?"

Never before in his life had Lee reached for the radio so fast.

"10-8, Bodecker here. What's going on?"

His heart pumped wildly, as he waited for an answer. When he received the next transmission, he gritted his teeth.

"We've found a woman, fitting the description of the one you're searching for. Badly injured, can't for certain say if it's her, she's unconscious, but we're pretty sure. 10-43, we need an ambulance immediately."

Starting his car, Lee said: "10-20, I need your Location. 10-45, how is she?"

As soon as the officer gave him his address, Lee drove as fast as he could, not caring that he was speeding.

"We found her at the side of the road in a ditch. Several wounds all over her body, possible head trauma, bleeding from various places. Not sure if she'll make it, we don't know for how long she's been in this cold. .. There's also a message on a small note from her attacker."

At that, he sits up straighter, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What's it say?" - ".. You should see for yourself."

His stomach dropped.

On one hand, Lee hoped the person they found wasn't his Y/N. He didn't want her to be in that condition. On the other hand, he just wanted to finally know where she was at all. And badly injured was better than dead.

"Almost there."

As soon as Lee was able to make out the headlights from the other police car, he parked beside it and jumped out, rushing over and inside the ditch where he could see an officer with the body of a woman in his arms. Stopping next to them, he kneeled and inhaled sharply at once.

"It's her, give her to me." - "I'm not sure, I should-"

Before the other officer had a chance to finish his sentence, Lee had forcibly shoved him to the side and taken your body from his hands.

"Fuck, no.." He mumbled, eyes raking over your body impossibly fast and with tears.

The officer had meant it when he'd said badly injured.

You looked barely recognizable, but he would be able to tell it's you even if it had been far worse. Your face was deeply bruised, with several cuts across your cheeks and forehead. Your lips and eyes were swollen, your nose cracked unnaturally to the side. Your hair was greasy and covered in mud and blood, several strands missing like they'd been ripped out. You were still wearing your work uniform, though it had been slashed through and apart, exposing some bad injuries across the rest of your body. Your neck had scrapes that looked like fingers, showing that you'd been choked at some point. There was also a small cut across your throat, but thankfully not too deep. Starting at your breasts, Lee was able to see more and more bruises that resembled fingers. Not a single inch of your skin, from what Lee could see, was not injured or covered in blood.

He forced himself not to cry, having to look strong in front of the other officers, but he just wanted to sob and scream right now.

Cradling your head in his one hand, Lee took your hand in his other and shivered at how cold you were. When he checked for your pulse, he was relieved to feel it, though very faintly and incredibly slow.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna be okay. I promise, you just gotta hold on for me." He whispered quietly, only looking up when an ambulance reached the scene.

Begrudgingly, he gave you in the care of the first responders, knowing they were gonna be able to help you more than him right now.

Staring at the blood in his hands for a second, Lee wiped them on his pants and then snapped his head to the officer who'd phoned him.

"You said there's a message. Give it to me." He demanded and the officer reluctantly pulled a small paper out of his pocket, handing it to him without looking at him.

When Lee unfolded the paper and read the words written, his breath halted.

Some people were born just so they could be buried. Right, Sheriff?

#Lee Bodecker #Lee Bodecker x Reader #The Devil All The Time #Reader #Knockemstiff #Lee x Reader #Bodecker #Sebastian Stan #Hoedecker #featuring that Pepsi cup👀

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The Taste of Love is Sweet

The Taste of Love is Sweet - I Walk The Line

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: smut, lingerie, dom/sub dynmamic, daddy kink, anal sex, oral sex, feminization, subspace, aftercare,

Relationships: Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy (vague OC)

Words: 2788

Playlist: I Walk The Line

Summary: A very special Valentine’s Day for Daddy!Lee and Babyboy

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Days lovelies! Enjoy this hot mess.

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

Babyboy is gonna be sick, he’s sure of it. Every part of his body is shaking, he can barely clasp the stupid suspenders to his leg, but he’s gotta get it done. It’s the first sunny morning they’ve had all goddamn year basically. He needs this photo to be good, the morning light was the best because well he’s probably gone through more packs of polaroid sheets than he really wanted to admit trying to get the perfect shot of himself. But this was the first time he was doing them in the outfit.

Ordering the stockings, and panties, and lace garter from the Sears catalog had been easy. He was supposed to just be ordering some new pants for work and a new winter jacket because Lee was sick and tired of seeing him in that old hunting jacket that was more holes than fabric. And he did order those things. He got exactly what he needed.

But then he saw the lace and the silk on that delicate lady’s figure. Babyboy couldn’t stop staring at the picture. Even ripped the page out of the thick magazine so he could carry it around in his pocket for a few days. The contrasting black lace and white bows kept sucking him back in. He just needed to know what it felt like on his skin, wanted to feel as soft and delicate as the model woman looked. He carefully wrote down the order numbers for that set, sealed the envelope, and mailed it off.

The camera flashes and he’s brought back to his bedroom. Babyboy grabs the sheet the silly machine spit out and shakes the film as his stomach calms down some. The black and white image is stark and anonymous. The little scars on his body carefully hidden by lace or bright light. You’d never even guess it was him unless you knew, and Daddy will know because he always does. He slides the picture into the innocent-looking valentine and attaches the heart-shaped lollipop to the envelope with a bit of tape.

He throws on the rest of his clothes for the day, tucks his new jacket under his arms, and heads out to the truck. Every step he takes feels different. The coarse material of his slacks feels smoother against his nylon covered legs. The material just moves different and he feels different. Like he’s got a good, juicy secret, one that has him blushing if his thoughts linger for too long about the snug pressure on his cock or the way the panties cut across his cheeks.

Babyboy needs to focus, he’s on a mission. He’s still shaking when he rolls up to the sheriff’s station. As his feet race up the salt-covered steps so does his heart when he slides the red envelope into the mail slot. Yup, he is really doing this.

At the diner, it’s business as usual. The bell jingles, he shakes hands with the old foggies, orders his usual breakfast and a glass of milk, all while knowing that Daddy is completely in the dark of what he’s done, what he’s doing. They had plans for the evening, well maybe plans are a little fancier than what is actually going to happen because it’s going to be like any other evening the sheriff spent up at the cabin. Almost.

Daddy’s eyes are on him, he can feel the side glances, the slight linger in his gaze as he put a piece of bacon to his lips. He really hopes he isn’t being obvious, this was supposed to be a surprise.

“How ya been, son? Ya sleep in for a hot date tonight? I hear the VFW’s gonna have a big ole crowd for the dance.”

“Yeah, me and my two left feet ain’t goin’ to no dance Sheriff. Just gonna cook a nice supper at home and maybe watch some TV.”

He is definitely not off the hook. Lee’s noticed he was in later than normal and that wasn’t going to fly, there would definitely be a talking to about it that evening, Babyboy just hopes his reason is good enough. Someone cracks a joke about him being able to get a TV signal all the way up in the hills and he forces out a laugh. The rest of breakfast goes by easily, they talk about basketball mostly, it’s the same old same old.

Babyboy is giddy the rest of the day though, can barely focus on the classes he’s supposed to be overseeing, and nearly gets hit in the face during basketball practice after school. He tries to sound stern, but his heads just not in the game. He keeps checking his watch for the time, even ends practice early because he needs to get home, needs out of these clothes so he can just lay down for a moment, and let the calm before the storm seep into his bones.

Apparently, the calm before the storm was being a bit hazy at work all day and trying to not get hard thinking about Daddy during his lunch break.

The porch light is on when he eases up the hill to the cabin, the sun setting behind the trees. Lee doesn’t even bother trying to hide the cruiser away from the house and Babyboy hopes that is a good sign and not a sign that he taken things too far or that Daddy is upset with him. Daddy is always very careful with his image, something he’s crafted over nearly a decade of working at the county sheriff’s office. Babyboy knows, has had to help keep that image spotless.

He cuts the engine and sits, staring at the front door to his house. That sick feeling from this morning starts to come back the longer he stays in the truck avoiding the storm, but he can’t sleep out here. Babyboy grabs his bag and coat before heading up to the door. Even with the freezing temperatures, he can feel the sweat dampening under his arms. He takes a steadying breath before opening the door.

Lee is sat in the big armchair, flicking through the thick Sear’s catalog on his lap like he’s just sat at home. He doesn’t immediately look up, and it gives Babyboy a chance to look at his daddy. The older man still in his uniform, but the tie is loose and the top buttons undone. He’s got a half-drunk bottle of Pepsi sitting on a table next to the chair. He notes that Daddy’s got a sucker in his mouth, he wonders if it’s the one from his valentine or if he found the bag stashed in the kitchen. Lee commands the space without even trying and it transforms the sickening worms in his stomach into butterflies. Everything about the scene is burned into Babyboy’s mind so he can picture on nights when he gets lonely and desperate.

“Ya know, I got this book at home. Didn’t think anything of it, until I got my mail at the office this mornin’.”

Daddy doesn’t even look up, just makes a come here motion with his finger. Babyboy can’t read his tone cause of the lollipop in his mouth but follows the direction anyway.

“I get this suggestive, pretty valentine from a secret admirer. The boys in the office are givin’ me hell for it. Demandin’ to know what pretty girl in town I’m seein’. And I ain’t even opened it yet, Babyboy. It’s just a red envelope with pretty handwritin’ and drawn on hearts. But I ain’t nothin’ if I ain’t a gentleman, ain’t that right Babyboy?” Finally, Lee looks up from the page and narrows his eyes at him.

“Yeah, Daddy,” he murmurs, heat rising in his cheeks.

He’s standing right there between his legs, the catalog long forgotten and Daddy is so close. He can feel the heat coming off him and he just wants to touch, to be touched, but he can’t tell his daddy’s in a good mood, can’t tell if he’s upset about the picture.

“That’s right, so I open that little card in my office, and out falls my valentine with a heart lollipop on it. The card is cute, makes me think about a pretty wet set of lips doin’ some blowin’ of their own tonight maybe. And then I see this picture stuck to the back of it.”. Daddy bites down on the sucker in his mouth, Babyboy can’t help his little jump. “I couldn’t believe what I was seein’.”

“Daddy, I-”

Two things happen to shut him up. One, Daddy grabs his hips. Babyboy goes so weak in the knees he’s almost concerned he’s gonna fall over. He knows Daddy can feel the bows decorating his body because his thumbs rub over the fabric and he squeezes real hard. It effectively cuts off his apology with a tiny yelp. Two, Daddy stuffs his half-eaten heart sucker into his mouth.

“So I got this picture, dirtiest thing I’ve ever been sent in the mail. I’m wonderin’ what woman in town thought she’d just send me this, but then I see this cute little bulge tucked between a set a legs that I could pick outta any lineup.”

Babyboy squeaks and whimpers Daddy’s hands move around to ass, his cock straining against the panties.

“Well, and I guess I know why you was late to the diner this mornin’ now don’t I Baby? Gettin’ all dressed up to take a naughty photo for me. But then I got to thinkin’, he ain’t wearin’ that still is he? My angel wouldn’t do anythin’ so dirty, he’s a good boy for his Daddy. Wouldn’t just do somethin’ like that and not tell me.”

He can’t breathe. Daddy’s undoing his pants and he can’t breathe. He feels like he’s on fire and he knows he’s gonna burn in hell for what he’s done, but this kinda hellfire is not something he thought he’d ever have to deal with in real life. His pants hit the floor with a heavy thud that echoes around the quiet cabin. He clenches his hand into fists to hide the shaking.

“Goddamn, Angel.” Lee’s breath cools by the time it rolls over his cock and his gasp stutters out of his body. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

The lollipop in his mouth nothing but a paper stick now. Daddy pushes his shirt up over his waist, but he doesn’t take off the baggie thing. He leans in and starts kissing the exposed skin of his belly around the lacy garter. Babyboy can feel the syrup being poured over his brain as Lee starts loving on him. His breath gets trapped in his body again when Daddy takes one of the bows into his mouth only to snap it against his skin.

“C’mere.”

He's pulled into Daddy's lap like it's nothing, legs spreading as wide as they can, stuffed between the arms of the chair and thick thighs. The hands on his hips slide down his legs over the nylon stockings and back up. Daddy keeps doing it, staring at his legs and he keeps staring at those big strong hands. Babyboy can feel himself getting worked up just from the touching, but he doesn't care because he can feel Daddy's bulge pushing against him.

"Fuckin' hell."

Daddy's voice is gruff and low and filled with some kinda emotion Babyboy wants to live in forever.

"What's gotten inta ya Angel Baby? Why ya gettin’ all dressed up for me?"

"I-," he's getting flustered, the attention from Daddy is making him slower than molasses. "I wanna be pretty for you."

The lollipop stick is pulled out of his mouth and replaced with Daddy's tongue. He grabs both of Daddy's big shoulders and finally lets the night wash over him, lets the haze of the day cloud his mind, and lets the beacon that is Lee Bodecker guide him. The clatter of buttons on the old wood floors reminds him he needs to breathe, but Daddy's not letting him get away, brings him back in for another breath-stealing kiss while his rough hands run over his chest and stomach.

"You are my precious angel, Babyboy. Fuckin’ light a my life and prettiest boy on god's green earth."

He punctuates each compliment with kisses and squeezes and all Babyboy can do is whimper. He hates that he loves it when Daddy does this to him. Makes him dumb and sweet and desperate.

"You wanna know what Daddy did with your picture Baby?" Lee's lips bump against his when he speaks, "Your pretty picture got Daddy all worked up at his desk, so he had to take care of himself and I ruined that pretty picture just like you're gonna ruin these pretty panties for me."

Lee pulls him into a deeper kiss that's all tongue and desire. He grinds down into Daddy's lap, enjoys the friction and feeling of the silky material covering his hard cock but he wants more, needs more of Daddy to surround him.

"Daddy, need ya, please."

"Oh, I betchya do Angel, bet your little dick's been achin’ all day in these panties. Wanna see ya cum in 'em Baby, get 'em all nice an' wet just like I'm gonna get that pussy a yours all nice an' wet."

Babyboy moans, loud and long as fingers slip under the edge of his panties and spread his cheeks. He starts humping against Lee's belly, trying to do what he's been told, while Lee teases him with his fingers and his words.

"I should make ya wear panties all the time, Babyboy. Keep ya all soft and docile like this. Ya ain't got any bite in ya tonight, just my needy baby."

A dry finger ghosts over his hole. He tries to get Daddy to push it in him, but just as soon as he starts to feel the pressure it moves back to kneading the soft flesh of his ass.

"Daddy's good boy s'what ya are. Been so good for me, Babyboy. Wanna show ya how special ya are to me. Treat ya real sweet and make ya feel good. But first, ya gotta ruin these here panties for me. Can ya do that Baby? Make a mess for Daddy."

It happens embarrassingly quick, between Daddy's voice coating his brain in honey and smooth material of the fabric gliding over his cock, he cums with a soft whimper. It was good, but not fulfilling. He’s not overwhelmed or floaty and he’s still feeling all kinds of needy.

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

It’s a simple, true statement, but it always pushes Lee to move a bit quicker and be less of a tease. He knows they got all night, Daddy’s not gonna leave till he gets every last drop of his sweetness, but Babyboy wants it all and he wants it now.

But when Lee dives between his legs when they move things to the bed, well his wants stop mattering so much. Low, muffled moans mix with his whiny pleading for more and Daddy just snaps the straps of his grater on his thigh when he won’t listen and sit still. But he really can’t help himself when there’s a hot tongue lapping at his hole. Babyboy fists his sheets and tries to take steady breaths, but he can’t stop squirming. His dick is hard and sticky and trapped in the ruined panties.

“Please, Daddy, m’ready, wanna be full.”

That first spit and grease slick thrust is rough, stretching him almost to the point of pain, but it’s exactly what he needs. It’s overwhelming and he feels every ridge and vein of Daddy’s cock burning his insides. He wraps his legs around Lee’s hips to push him deeper and all coherent thought leaves him. It’s just a litany of Daddy, harder, please, yes. The bed shakes underneath him and the grip on his waist will certainly leave the best kind of bruise by morning.

“Shit, just fuckin’ look at ya, so fuckin’ gone ain’t ya Angel? Huh?” He nods as the older man keeps grunting and speaking at him, not taking his eyes off him. “Fuckin’ love seein’ ya like this. Cryin’ for your daddy’s cock. So fuckin’ perfect, Baby. Love you so goddamn much.”

Babyboy doesn’t remember what happens next really, just knows when he opens his eyes Lee is holding him close, smothering his forehead and cheek with kisses. He starts crying, a rush of emotions and memories coming over him. Daddy holds him tighter, throws one of his big legs over his, and traps him in the warm embrace.

“Sshh Babyboy, s’alright. Ya were so good for me Angel, sweet as sugar Baby.”

“Did-did ya mean it?” he hiccups, voice all kinds of small and scared.

“Yeah, Baby, of course, I love you, promise.”

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 93

Welcome to Week 93

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Innocence (2) Lee Bodecker

Part 1 -- Part 3

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Female Original Character

Summary: Annabella Doyde, the daughter of Carl Doyde, was possibly the most beautiful girl in all of Ohio. Hell, you could probably even bet she was the prettiest in the country. She was short yet curvy, the sun dresses she wore hugging each curve in a way that any respectful man would call sinful. Even better, she was kind; regularly giving out free pie to kids at her fathers diner. She was the perfect woman. It made her everything that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was not.

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Warnings: Explicit content, Explicit Themes, Age!Gap (though not really major in this chapter), Oral (Male Receiving), Cheating This is a mature fic. do not read if you are below 18.

To Anne, men were a game. One that she had never won before. She could wear her prettiest dresses, the softest smiles, and bat her eyes at them yet they never did much of anything. Men were always too afraid of her father or her to ever give her the attention she wanted.

She had been too confident for the city boys and too off limits for anyone in Ohio it seemed. As she opened the diner that day not expecting much. Sheriff Bodecker had avoided coming by for an entire month, but she understood. He was a married man and he had his reputation to think about. Probably didn’t want to worry about someone seeing them in the front seat of his cruiser.

It was a shock to her when he had walked in just as she turned the sign. No one else was in and wouldn’t be for a few hours. The only reason she opened at four in the morning was to do inventory.

“Hi Sheriff, cooks not here yet.” Her voice was light, not giving away the intense arousal she was feeling. He took a seat at the counter and smiled at her, eyes drifting down the light blue dress she wore. Anne shivered slightly when she felt his gaze linger on her thighs, happy that she had his attention all to herself.

“That’s alright, Annabella.” His voice was low, watching as she bent to rifle through the drawer, looking for her coffee scoop. She grinned, feeling her dress inch up her legs, as she heard the Sheriffs breathe catch. The idea of his eyes glued to her body gave her that all too familiar whirl of excitement.

“Just a coffee to-go.” He wasn’t making eye contact when she stood back up, only staring at the counter in front of him.

Three more days went by before she got to see or hear of the Bodecker’s. Her father had been late getting in, something that wasn’t terribly uncommon, but as the hours passed she considered that she may have to go out looking for him.

By the time her father had arrived at the diner it was nearly noon. He had that stupid smile on his face that he got whenever he was trying to hide some surprise. It wasn’t her birthday so it couldn’t be a gift of any kind, the man held his wallet closed tighter than anyone she ever knew.

“Annie, I got good news.” He was moving around the kitchen as she finished up the morning dishes. He was pulling out all her baking things, flours and sugars quickly taking over the table. He handed her a piece of paper, a few things quickly jotted down in his usual terrible handwriting.

They wanted her vanilla creme cupcakes, her winning ones that she made every county fair. No one knew her recipe or how she made them, it was the one thing she held as a closely guarded secret. The name written across the bottom gave her pause and made her grin all at the same time. The one and only Jane Bodecker ordered it, for her husband's birthday.

The cupcakes had been so well received that it made Jane invite Anne to the sheriffs party. Now she stood in her sundress from work, the pale yellow standing out in the sea of beiges and different shades of off-white. Jane had been by her husband's side most the night, hanging off his arm and laughing at her friend's little comments. Now she stood off with Mrs. Petler and Mrs. Jacobs as they talked about their upcoming plans for the church bake sale.

“Anne, would you bring your amazing cupcakes to the bake sale?” Anne hadn’t even noticed them approach her, she was too busy watching the Sheriff make polite conversation.

“Oh, I’m not sure ma’am.” The words came out polite as she spoke with Mrs. Petler, the other two ladies lost in their own conversation. They were both very nice, Mrs. Jacobs being married to the town’s doctor and had been unable to produce kids. Jane herself had been with the sheriff nearly 7 years and they had no children, they became quick friends because of it.

“Oh you have to, darling! These are Lee’s favorite, you know, he requested Jane get them specially for the party.” Her whispered tone had Anne blushing as she glanced over at the man in question. To her glee, his eyes were already on her. They stared at each other like that until Anne found herself excusing herself from Mrs. Petler and heading upstairs, brushing the sheriff's arm as she did.

It didn’t take her long to find the bedroom, it was the only room with a bed. She laid back on the soft bedspread, sighing to herself as her hands found the hem of her dress. Her fingers danced on her skin as she dipped into her panties. It felt so incredibly wrong, this was the bed of another woman, but the surge of confidence she felt had her drawing slow, torturous circles around her clit.

She thought of the sheriff as she did, the feeling of being on his lap again in front of her house. She hadn’t planned on the break in, but it gave her the perfect excuse. The feeling of his hands moving up her thighs, just a breath away from the lace of her panties, was something she cherished greatly. It was almost as good as the feeling of his cock, straining in his pants as he pressed against her soaked panties.

She had been lost in thoughts of him, barely noticing when Lee had gathered the courage to sneak upstairs when no one was looking. It didn’t take long to follow the sounds of her breathless moans as he took the last few steps into the room. He felt sweat bead at the back of his neck as he watched her fingers dip in and out of her. The sight of her in his bed had him harder than he thought possible.

A quick clearing of his throat had her jumping up, now kneeling on the bed. Her eyes were wide, terrified at the idea of being caught doing something so sinful in the eyes of a small town like this.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The strain in his voice gave away his thoughts and he knew it. He watched her eyes pause on the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. The idea of taking her right then and there occurred to Lee, though he had to settle for just a little less.

“I’m so sorry, Sheriff.” She scrambled off the bed and stood, as if she weren't lost in her own pleasure mere moments ago. She looked like any innocent girl, just a little lost. Her innocence made him pause and consider that maybe what he was about to do wasn’t exactly right, yet it wasn’t enough to stop him.

“Why don’t you kneel, darling?” It only took a few steps to be standing in front of her as she shakily got to her knees. She was staring up at him with those eyes, her pupils blown wide as she tentatively reached out to rest her hand on his thigh. Her nerves were evident, though he could see that eager glint in her eyes as he unzipped his pants. It didn’t take her long to replace his hands with hers, making quick work of his pants and briefs.

“I’ve never done this before, sir.” Her voice was whisper-quiet as she stared at his cock, the tip leaking as she watched. Lee ran his hand through her hair and pulled her closer, her mouth falling open on instinct. She took his cock easily, Lee letting out soft moans at the feeling of her wet mouth around him. Her tongue ran along the bottom as her hands came up to grip his thighs.

“You’re perfect, darling. Just like a lollipop.” His grip tightened on her hair as he forced her head down farther. The whimpers and moans coming from her pushed him closer and closer as he watched her thighs rub together, her desperation to be touched.

One of her hands wrapped around him and it felt like he was about to explode. The combination of the heat of her mouth and her soft skin made holding back impossible. His pace quickened as her eyes fluttered shut. Their moans mingled together as Lee shot thick streams of cum down the back of her throat. It took more than he cared to admit to pull out of her mouth and clean up. He caught a glimpse of his cum sitting on her tongue as she swallowed, sitting back on her heels as she watched him.

“Open your mouth, darling.” She had her mouth open before he even finished his sentence, making him smirk as he leaned down and spit into her mouth. She sat for just a second before swallowing, her face turning a dark red.

“Clean yourself up.” The words came out harsher than he intended, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was still kneeling as he left, only a few words making past her lips.

“Thank you, sir.”

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