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dyinglikenarcissus · 7 months

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The Help

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

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

14k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you listening to me?”

“Hard not to,” Lee mutters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why the hell she want to be a maid?”

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

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

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

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

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

Then your mom got sick your senior year.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just hope your mouth can keep in check.

“It’s just for now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know anything about gardening?”

“Like a vegetable garden?”

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

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

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

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

Then he leaves you alone.

Alright. Where to start?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was your first day?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’d she do out here?”

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

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

Interesting situation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You jiggle your leg in frustration.

You know what will help you sleep…

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

But you need some sleep.

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

Oh no.

Brain! No!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Didn’t startle you, did I?

“Yes! I mean no. I mean I don’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” you sigh and roll your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

Maybe five.

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

“Shit.”

This really isn’t good.

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

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

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

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

Maybe the tiny borrower neighbors…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To your surprise, Lee kept the cat overnight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kid needs a father,” Lee smirks.

“How about ‘Baby’?”

“Baby, huh?” The sheriff laughs.

“Too simple?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two can play at this game.

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

You miss him.

You miss him immensely.

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

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

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

You just didn’t want that for anyone else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why can’t you just throw it away?”

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

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

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

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

“But, Lee-“

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

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

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

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

But you miss him, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright. Can I explain?”

“It’s your house,” you parrot.

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

“No one can see that stuff, momma.”

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay here tonight.”

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

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

“My mom will throw a fit,” you warn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was so much of him in this house.

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

You probably would, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re playing hooky,” he mumbles.

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

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

“Are you sure?” You ask in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Need you, Lee!” You cry out.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. He’s big.

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

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

“Me or my boobs?” You smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he fucking destroys you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that, daddy?” You smile.

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

So perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Lee’s growling stomach says otherwise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh boy.

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

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

This is ridiculous.

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

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

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

“To your room. Now.”

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

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

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

“No, you shouldn’t,” she agrees.

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

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

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

“Was it good?” She laughs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You never asked,” you smile.

“I should take you out.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me-“

“Lee.”

“I’ll talk to administrators over there-“

“Lee.”

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

“Lee!”

“And I want you to stay!”

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

“Not even for me?”

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Lee-“

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

Can’t we?

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

There were a lot of things about Lee you wanted…

But you couldn’t stay here.

Right?

You can’t stay here?

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

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

But they wouldn’t be Lee.

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

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

“You’re in love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For you, of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

“Why would I lie to you, momma?”

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

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

“I guess you’re getting laid tonight.”

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

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

“Maybe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Need you, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But part of you hopes it took.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

The engagement ring Lee gave you.

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

Who knew it would become such a comfort.

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

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

Here goes nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’d it go, momma?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That kinda hurt, momma.”

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

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

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“If the shoe fits.”

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

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

“Belligerent?” You bark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark !!Lee Bodecker x Reader pt2 (pt1 Here)

Summary: Reader wakes up to a confusing and unstable Lee.

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, cursing, Dom/sub undertones, some angst :( , dark lee, potential for dark reader??, violence, future smut: daddy kink, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink.

The ride from the city to Knockemstiff was harsh. Trees blocking what was left of the roads but that didn’t stop Aunt Gillian from getting your out of that “hell hole of a city.” She was a woman on a mission to protect her niece and no damn tree or crack in the road would stop her.

Protection.

She often said you needed to be protected. She said you needed a lot of things.

- “y/n dear, you need a new lock!”

- “No no that dress is too short! You need a new one!”

- “What you need is a new apartment! I mean what nineteen year old girl lives by themselves? It’s borderline scandalous!”

You stood your ground for a while, deciding you’d much rather stay in the city your parents intended to raise you in before their passing…but things got hard.

- “Gill please…im fine” you’d tried to convince as a sobbed ripped through you that night. “I just have no clue what I need to do…my landlord said he’d give me a week b-but that’s n-not….”

- “Honey, I’ll be down there tomorrow first thing. You need family right now. Im so sorry sweetheart we’ll getcha through this I promise.”

You couldn’t help but agree with her for once. You did need family…or what little you had left. Even if it meant staying in the new, very small, town she herself had just moved into. She was old money, and while she’d offered to help with your rent, you’d always declined. Well now you had no choice.

When you’d arrived to knockemstiff you immediately felt uneasy. Everyone knew everyone’s business and everyone knew of the rich lady who lived on the hill, so word spread fast about her young niece moving to town.

- “don’t pay them any mind, honey. Not everyday they see a girl like you who isn’t knocked up or runnin’ away with some sticks boy.” She’d said in an attempt to make you feel better, though it was futile. The towns people had a new toy to gossip about and it seemed like it would be a while until another one came around.

So in the meantime you studied and you worked. Sure you didn’t have to work, your aunt hated the fact that her niece spent the majority of her time in a greasy dinner, but it made you feel normal. You even made a few friends. Sandy, your manager, taught you how to bake. Laura, a girl your age, had showed you the fun things to do around town and had a gift at making you laugh.

And then there was Arvin. He was a bit odd at first. Always stared a bit too long but never once did he make a crude comment towards you like the other men did. You even found yourself staring at him sometimes too. His hair was a pretty chocolate color and you admired his loyalty to his family.

But Arvin wasn’t him.

Sandy wasn’t him.

Laura wasn’t him.

While you enjoyed the company of all these people, no one ever made your heart spike like his did. No one’s gruff voice and demanding orders had ever went straight to your core like his had.

He was your boss’s brother. He was the law.

Worst of all he was so much older than you.

You’d seen him that day, outside the station on your way home, though you didn’t know he’d seen you too. You didn’t know he’d been watching for a while now.

And you definitely didn’t know that there were far worse things about him than his age.

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| Lee’s pov |

He could spend hours admiring your sleeping form. He actually had been admiring you for hours now. If lee was a stronger man…maybe he would have been able to look away from your delicate face. Or your plush thighs peeking out from under your pretty dress.

Fuck.

How could you have this much control over him? He was the one In control, always. It scared him that something like you could bring out a darker side from his already dark nature.

Something like you, who never cursed around customers.

Something like you who baked cherry pies for fun.

Something like you who….wore frilly blue panties?

He tore his eyes away from your body. Of course you wore cute underwear. Everything about you had to be cute and perfect.

He had to get out of this room. He couldn’t stare at your tempting frame anymore. Lee wanted you to be awake and willing during your first time with him. Though he doubted after the hit he landed to the side of your head that you’d be willing to even speak to him any time soon.

He made his way out of your new room, not before double locking the door behind him. Lee glanced at the clock. Shit. He was going to be late for work and he hadn’t slept a wink. His girl also needed to eat.

Fuck what did you like? He knew you had a sweet tooth but his girl couldn’t eat sugar first thing in the morning. Lee scrambled quickly around his kitchen, torn between being late for work and making a good meal for you.

You liked waffles right?

Shit what if you didn’t eat glutton? Eggs it is then.

He eventually made eggs and waffles after deciding you needed both. Maybe you’d forgive him for what he did if he made you a big breakfast, though he knew that was unlikely.

After unlocking your door he slowly made his way in. The room was small, it had to be for now, but he sparred no expense. The walls were a solid white, but adorned with pink and lavender decor. He took you as a pink kinda gal. To his right was a floor length mirror taking up half of the wall and to his left was a beautifully crafted dresser. The room had no closet and no bathroom attached to it and a very small bed with delicate white sheets. He felt bad keeping you in here instead of with him but it was necessary as this room was only temporary until he could trust you enough to move into his.

Your body hadn’t moved from its previous position, yet it still managed to take his breath away.

- “babydoll…” Lee hummed. “Cmon sweetheart you need to eat.” He pushed as he gently rubbed your cheek and set the tray of food on the nightstand. Your hands were cuffed together in front of your chest, though you were a smart girl. Lee knew you could still eat with them there…and if not he was more than willing to feed you himself.

Your breathing had picked up. He knew you were awake and he didn’t appreciate you pretending not to me.

- “open those little Bambi eyes, doll” he whispered as he picked your head up by the back of your hair, just enough to sting.

You opened your eyes slowly, too scared to see the man in front of you. He looked absolutely terrifying…and absolutely delicious.

And he held all the control.

- “aw there’s my pretty girl” he smirked as he patted your cheek. “You’re gonna eat and you’re gonna eat it all you hear me?”

His tone scared you. Why did he want you to eat so bad?

- “d-did y-you….” You stammered, finding it hard to let the words pass your lips.

- “did I what baby? Poison it?” He chuckled, until he looked into your very serious and very scared eyes.

- “no baby. no I did not poison it. You’re my best girl, babydoll. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Never hurt you? He almost smashed your head in!

- “well I won’t have to hurt you, if you follow the rules. But I promise you’d enjoy it, sweet thing.” He said before throwing a wink your way.

His predatory gaze caused you to back up into the wall behind you. You needed distance from the crazed man. I should have listened to Gill.

- “are…are y-you gonna…k-kill m-me….” You asked as a little sob made its way up your throat.

It almost broke Lee’s heart.

He slowly inched his way towards you. His eyes were furious. you found yourself pushing further into the wall hoping it’d swallow you whole.

- “baby…let me make one thing clear.” He said before he roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to look up into his. - “you’re mine. you’re heart, your mind, and soon your body, will be all mine. Fuck I should punish you for going out with the Russell kid, but I know you’re just my dumb little baby, right?”

You were shaking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to take you or if you wanted him to drop dead. But his touch was intoxicating and you wanted it everywhere.

You must’ve looked spaced out as he tapped your cheek one more time. -“ s’okay sweet girl. you dont have to answer right away. You just need to eat” he spoke as he picked up the tray of food to set it in front of you.

- “eat baby. That’s all I need you to do okay?” He asked as his thumb played with your bottom lip. A sick part of you wanted to wrap your lips around it, yet you couldn’t find it in your body to respond him.

He sighed and stood up from his spot on your bed. - “…If you don’t it’ll be a long and Unenjoyable night, okay princess?”

silence passed as his ‘okay?’ Continued to hang in the air.

- “Answer me now.” He demanded as his jaw clenched.

- “o-okay….y-yes s-sir.” You squeaked out at his harsh tone. Nervousness overtaking your body.

A smile overtook his face at your response. - “such a good girl.” He mumbled before leaving an assertive and quick kiss to your forehead then turned, making his way out of the small room.

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| Bambi’s pov |

You’d heard the locks. There had to be three and you seriously doubted you could break the door down before he got back.

Was Gill looking for me? She had to be worried sick.

How did Lee know about Arvin? You hadn’t told him about Arvin….right?

What is Lee planning on doing with me?

All these questions and more swarmed your head as your tried to understand the situation you were in.

But ‘Why did I still want him?’ was the scariest one.

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Just For Us: Part One

Summary: Lee needed a vacation, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. Yet, somehow, you manage to get him in a cabin for an entire week. It’s going to be a very relaxing week, to say the least.

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader

Word Count: 882

Warning: Fluff, plot no porn (YET), allusions to sexy times, soft!Lee Bodecker (he’s going to be so cute, you guys), Lee being a dork. He’s adorable.

A/N: This is on the shorter side of things and I love it! This was a WIP from a long time ago and I feel like making this into a short, sweet little opener to this little series! We all need some fluffy romance in our lives and I am so excited to write this. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, some food, or some fruit. I’d appreciate anything, really. Hehe! Ok! See you guys soon! It feels good to be back.

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You had no idea how you managed to pull this off.

Your husband was a busy man, being the County Sheriff was a taxing job. “A full-time gig, Sweetheart,” were Lee’s exact words. The weekends he had off were strictly because he had to take them off, and even when he was home, he was still thinking about work or worse, working on something around the house. Yet, somehow, you sweet-talked your gruff but loving husband into take a vacation. For one whole week.

The drive up to the secluded cabin was absolutely wonderful. The spring foliage was lush and glamorous, each tree was an enchanting green that seemed to shimmer as the wind carded through the bushels of leaves. You oo-ed and aah-ed at the flowers as Lee drove the family car down the isolated road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your heart. He strummed his thumb across the knuckles on your intertwined hands as he pulled up to the quaint cabin your friends lent to you for the week.

“We’re here,” Lee said and shut the engine off.

“Oh, would you look at that!” You exclaim under your breath as you took in the neat little structure.

“Pretty neat-o, or whatever those kids say,” he joked with a smile, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“Lee, baby, never say ‘neat-o’ again, please,” you giggle and get out of the car, grabbing your bags and skipping to the front door.

Lee followed close behind with his half of the luggage (the heavier half), and the keys. Once the door was unlocked, you were skipping right inside to explore the rest of the cabin and unpack.

“Isn’t this just the prettiest place you’d ever seen?” You muse aloud as you wander through the oddly spacious cabin. The walls were clean, polished oak, painted a sweet cream color that was easy on the eyes, the floors were oak as well, but the stained wood floor in the hallways were covered by a running rug.

“Babydoll, I’ve seen a cabin before,” Lee sassed playfully. He chuckled when you gave him a look. “Yeah, it’s pretty, alright.”

“Mmhmm,” you tease with a giggle before setting your luggages on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.

You unpack rather quickly, Lee wasn’t a heavy packer since his time in the war. Once you hung the last of your dresses, you were immediately drawn to the large French doors at the other side of the room. Looking through the panes of glass, you took it all in. Lush cascading vines and limbs covered in leaves and flowers filled every corner of your view. The sound of birds singing their lovely melodies is carried on the gentle breeze, and you can’t help but smile.

The wood floor of the cabin creaked softly underneath the relaxed gait of your husband. The heat from his strong body offered another layer of comfort to the atmosphere around you. He sighs as he brings his large hands to your waist, resting his temple against yours as you both look out on the picturesque landscape before you. The gentle woodsy scent of the earth mixed well with Lee’s cologne. You lean back into his firm chest on instinct, the action always made Lee smile. He loved knowing that you wanted him near you, that your body naturally sought his out for comfort.

“Let’s get somethin’ to eat then we could go for a walk, how’s that sound?” He offers in a hushed voice.

“You want to go for a walk?” You tease with a grin, turning to look at Lee.

“Yeah, s’a beautiful day, it’d be a shame to waste it bein’ inside,” he smiles back, he was in a good mood, “besides, I gotta stretch my legs out after all that drivin’.”

“Alright, Sheriff, I’ll make us somethin’ t’eat,” you chuckle and press a kiss to his lips. He hums when your lips touch his, his hold keeping you from getting too far just yet. He brings you in for another kiss, this one was deeper than the first, less innocent. It left you both wanting and hungry for more.

“Go, before I change my mind ‘bout that walk,” he grumbles with a grin into the kiss, he gently nudges you away from him to control himself. You chuckle and shake your head as you playfully shove him back and head for the kitchen. He watches you leave with the same happy grin on his face, he couldn’t help but peek at your curves as you go down the hall. Lee sighs and turns back to the view, opting to stand in silence as he waits for you to finish making lunch for the two of you.

The silence that surrounded him was welcomed, he shut his eyes and strained to listen for anything. He heard the birds chirping, the wind rustling the leaves and branches, the cabin creaking and settling around him, and then your distant humming in the kitchen. No cars racing by the house, no phone calls from Bobo, no sirens, no deputies, no cases— just this. It was a heaven curated just for the two of you.

And Lee was going to enjoy every moment of it.

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provokedgoalie · 1 year

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Wasting Away.

• lee bodecker x reader

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

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

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

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

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

Then came the arguing, the denial and the defensiveness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never comin’ back.

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moongoddessmox · 1 year

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I posted 8,411 times in 2022

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So, congrats on the 2k! ❤ as for your celebration, my mind went blank trying to think of something so for now I'm requesting a blurb about our boi bucky, honestly don't know about what but know you'll rock it anyway– surprise me 😄

Thank you bb <3

So, this is actually pretty long. I found out that I do not have the ability to write anything under 600 words, so here we are! (I might turn this into a series? Hm)

Plums in Bucharest

Warning: none

Word Count: 1,172

Pairing: Bucharest!Bucky x plus size!Reader

Summary: You run a fruit stand in Bucharest and catch the eye of a mysterious loner named Bucky.

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184 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Warning: 18+, sexual themes

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 515

Prompt: "Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

Valentine's Day Blurb for @turbolisedcomet

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186 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

Warning: 18+, language

Word Count: 631

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Prompt: “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Valentine's Day Blurb for @gutflorizt

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210 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

Warning: 18+, fluff, Bucky being adorable

Word Count: 654

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “For you, darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Japan- no- in the world.”

Valentine’s Day Blurb for @vayollie

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gogolucky13 · 3 years

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Heat of the Moment

Summary: The sheriff has had his eye on you ever since you started working as the new secretary at the station, and when you go into an unexpected heat, the sheriff is there to help you out.

Pairing: alpha!Lee Bodecker x omega!f!Reader

Word count: 2,517

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (knotting and marking)/terminology. Smut (fingering, vaginal penetration). Mild swearing. Breeding kink. Slight possessive behavior. Maybe some fluff? A soft-ish Lee? (18+ only please).

Requested by: @saiyanprincessswanie

A/N: This is for my follower celebration. My first time writing A/b/o so I’m sorry if it sucks or doesn’t make sense—I tried! I hope you like this, Missy!! Thank you for the request. 🤗 Happy reading! 💜

Cinnamon. That’s what it smells like. Cinnamon with a hint of warm vanilla frosting. The scent consumes the entire station and the sheriff himself. Ever since you—the new, unmarked omega in town—began working at the station, Lee hasn’t been able to escape the spicy sweet smell. He both loves and hates it.

And when he arrives to work for another day, stepping over the threshold of the front door, the alpha is met yet again with your scent, always paired with that sugary smile he likes to think you reserve only for him.

“Mornin’, Sheriff,” you greet, holding out a small stack of mail.

Lee walks up to your desk, gingerly taking the papers from you. “Darlin’,” he drawls with a smile and a tip of his wide brimmed uniform hat.

Before he can even stop himself, his gaze is dropping to the small peek of cleavage your sundress provides, and he lets his eyes linger a little bit longer than necessary. As if the constant smell of cinnamon rolls wasn’t enough to make him go crazy, Lee also liked to torture himself by stealing subtle—and not so subtle—glances of you. His mind always running wild with images of you that were lewd enough to make him grateful he doesn’t spend his Sundays at church confessing his sins, because he’d be there all damn day.

When his eyes meet yours again, there’s a knowing glint in the color of your eyes. A shy smile curving the corners of your red stained lips, and he briefly wonders if you can read minds. With a quick swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip and another tip of his hat, Lee is bidding you a good day before stepping into his office. Inside, he has a clear view of your desk from where he sits behind his. Prior to your arrival at the station, Lee kept his blinds closed—never wanting to be disturbed for trivial matters. But now, his blinds always remain open as he incessantly watches you through the slits of his office window.

The morning carries on with little interruption; that is, until there’s a soft knock on Lee’s office door. It opens before he can grant permission to enter. A snarl begins to form on the alpha’s lips, ready to snap at whoever dares to enter without consent, but it quickly dies when your face appears, that same saccharine smile stretched wide across it.

“Hey there, Sheriff,” you say in a sing-songy tone.

“Darlin’,” Lee replies, and he can’t stop his own smile from forming. “What can I do for ya?”

“I got a call from a…”—your voice trails as you briefly glance to the intake form in your hand—“Mr. Reynolds?”

Lifting your gaze back to Lee, he waits patiently for you to continue.

“He’s askin’ for you to come take a look at his fields; thinks there might be some teenagers messin’ around in them again.”

Lee presses his lips into a thin line. Old Man Reynolds calls the station at least once a week about his damn cornfields. After several visits to the old timer’s farm, Lee finally resolved the man just gets so drunk he wanders out into the fields himself, forgetting he did so by morning. Normally, he would have one of the rookie deputies respond to the call, or just ignore it altogether. However, he wants to show off a little, make you see how important he is, even if it is for a bullshit call.

“Alright, thank you,” Lee replies, taking the form from you and turning his attention back to the paperwork on his desk.

He’s waiting for the click of the door, but it doesn’t come. Peering up, he finds you still lingering in his office, a gentle bite to your bottom lip. “Is there something else, darlin’?” He questions, an amused quirk to his brow.

“I’m just wonderin’ why you always sit in the dark,” you respond, gazing around the dimly lit space. “You should open these blinds up a bit, Sheriff.”

Steel blue eyes intently watch as you stride over to the two large windows in his office, the strong scent of cinnamon trailing in your wake. Lee sniffs a few times, attempting to rid the smell from his nostrils in an attempt to not show how affected he is by it. Then, the room is suddenly illuminated with blinding beams of sunlight, causing Lee to briefly squint his eyes to adjust to the change in brightness.

You stand triumphantly by the windows, hands on your hips with a proud smile on your face. The sight warms the alpha’s heart more than the rays of the sun.

“You’re right, I suppose that is better.”

As you make your way back over to his office door, Lee stands to gather his jacket and hat. The keys hanging from his belt jingling as he walks over to you still in the doorway.

“Say, this call should only take about thirty minutes or so,” he begins, his eyes again shamelessly sweeping over your alluring form before he continues. “Could I interest you in a sandwich from the deli down the street for lunch?”

With a shy smile, you reply, “Sure, Sheriff, that’d be lovely.”

Although Lee enjoys the sound of his title falling from your pretty lips, he’d much prefer to hear his name in the delicious tone of your voice. So, he takes a step towards you, leaning over to speak directly into your ear.

“You can call me Lee when it’s just the two of us.”

He can feel the rise in heat of your body, the tantalizing scent of cinnamon and vanilla swirling around him, and he does everything in his power to suppress a groan, closing his eyes for a brief moment. When he takes a step back, he shoots you a playful wink, then escorts you back to your desk as he leaves the station.

By early evening, the hustle and bustle of the station has died down. Lee sits in his office, finishing up some reports—including another one for Old Man Reynolds—and occasionally glancing up to look out into the rest of the station, his gaze always landing on you. Still behind your desk, Lee fondly watches as you file some forms and prep some tickets to be mailed.

Ever since your first day, you’ve remained at the station until dark with Lee. When it happened the first time, Lee assured you it wasn’t necessary to stay so late, but over the past few weeks it’s become somewhat of a routine. The sun sets, everyone leaves, and you and Lee close up together before going your separate ways.

Although Lee told you it wasn’t necessary—because it wasn’t—he can’t deny he enjoys the quiet time with you. And if he lets himself think too much about it, he convinces himself that maybe you stay so you can leave with him.

Lee’s attention is drawn back to the papers before him, until it’s stolen by the sound of your sweet giggle. Snapping his eyes up in your direction, the pleasant stuttering in his heart is quickly replaced by a pounding rush of anger. There, sitting on the edge of your desk, drawing out the pretty tunes of your laughter, is one of the young deputy alphas. The scene causes your sugary scent of cinnamon to turn bitter in Lee’s nostrils; the smell no longer one he craves as it turns his stomach and makes him sick. Sick because you aren’t his.

Continuing to watch you and the deputy alpha, Lee feels his pulse quickening, sure his own scent is emanating from his office and into the rest of the station. Then, he notices a shift in your demeanor; a frown coming over your face as you glance in Lee’s direction. The look subsides his anger for only a moment. He can barely make out the words on your lips, telling the deputy it’s getting late and you’re going to head home for the night. From his office, Lee can hear the deputy offer to walk you to your car, but you politely decline, your gaze once again falling to the sheriff.

Readjusting his position, Lee tries to make like he hasn’t been intently watching you for the past five minutes when he sees you heading for his office once the deputy has gone.

“Hey, Sher—” you begin, your voice falling short when you approach the doorway of Lee’s office. Clearing your throat, you try again, leaning onto the frame of the door as if being so close to the alpha is causing you some sort of weakness. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna go, I think.”

Lee can see the rapid rise and fall of your chest, a slight sheen of sweat beginning to build on the exposed skin where your dress doesn’t cover it. Any other night he’d be upset to hear you’re leaving without him, but then he gets a whiff of it.

The sweet, sweet scent of your slick hitting him like a ton of bricks and causing his mouth to water in want.

The alpha quickly realizes what’s happening and he swiftly stands from his chair to meet you by the door.

“Darlin’,” he begins, almost in a slightly warning tone as he feels his body start to react to yours. “Darlin’, we gotta get you home.”

Your eyes fall closed as you blink heavily, slightly nodding your head in apparent understanding. Lee is worried if you stay much longer, your pheromones will attract other alphas, and he is not in the fighting mood right now.

“Let me drive you home.”

He places a hand on the small of your back in an attempt to guide your from the station, but you step away.

“No!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “No, I…I want you alpha…I need you.”

With his hands suspended in mid-air, Lee can barely move as you come back to him, nuzzling your face on his shoulder and into the crook of his neck.

“I could smell you,” you sigh, taking a deep breath in. “It’s like warm leather…and, and firewood.”

Lee can feel you hum contentedly against the skin of his neck, and it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. At the feel of your body against his, under his hands, Lee loses all control.

In an instant, Lee turns to pin you firmly against the wooden door of his office. His lips meet yours in a fiery kiss, the faint taste of cinnamon burning his tongue when it delves into your mouth for more. You’re squirming against him, clawing at his sheriff’s uniform, and it only fires him up more at how much of a whiny, desperate little omega you are.

“You want my knot, omega?” Lee growls into your hair.

“Yes,” you pant, “yes, please.”

With a firm grip on your waist, Lee guides you to his desk. He kisses you hungrily before spinning you around, pushing his throbbing erection against your backside and pressing you into the edge of his desk. From behind, Lee reaches his hands over your shoulders. He snakes them under the top of your dress and kneads the tender flesh of your breasts as he gently nibbles on your earlobe.

Lee has dreamed of this moment since he first laid eyes on you. The soft, timid omega stepping into his life and turning his world upside down. He had no doubt you’d be his eventually.

Eager to be inside you, Lee slides his hands downwards, gathering your dress into his fists and exposing your legs. His fingertips are already tingling before he even gets a feel of your slick. Swiping two thick fingers through your folds, Lee can’t help put push himself further against you, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Christ, omega,” Lee breathes. “Gonna make you mine.”

The words pull a whimper from your swollen lips, and it’s all Lee needs to hear before he’s clumsily undoing his belt and shimmying his pants down enough to release his aching cock.

“Bend over,” he demands, giving your back a gentle push.

You obey, and the sight of you bent over his desk—exposed and wanting—is enough to have Lee’s knees buckling just a little.

Lee lines himself up at your entrance, already able to feel the pulsing of your walls before he even enters you fully. A low rumbling groan vibrates deep in his chest as he pushes inside of you, your spongy walls gripping him from an inch of his life. Although you are not his first omega—he’s spent more than a few nights over in Tecumseh with the omegas working the back rooms of Leroy’s bar—you are definitely going to be his last omega. He’s a perfect fit inside you, and the way his cock has you writhing and crying out below him, he doesn’t think he could ever want anyone else.

The sound of rustling papers and a stapler clattering to the floor below mixes with breathy mewls and hungry growls as Lee continues to drive into you. He watches as you grip the edge of his desk, his own hands digging into the skin of your flesh. He’s close, and when he feels you begin to clench around him, he’s desperate to complete his claim on you.

“Come,” Lee commands, leaning over your body and reaching around to toy with your clit.

It only takes a few more thrusts of his hips before your legs are shaking and your walls practically hold him in place with how hard they’re fluttering around him.

“Yes, alpha!” You cry out in pleasure, your head falling weakly to the desk below you.

“Gonna fill you up, omega,” Lee pants, chasing his own release. “Gonna have you…full of my pups.” Each word is punctuated with a snap of his hips and he feels the familiar tingle of ecstasy begin to rise within him. But it’s not until the image of you—glowing ethereally and round with his pups—brings Lee to his intense climax.

And as he falls over the edge, his primal instinct to claim you, to make you his, takes over. “Mine,” he growls just before he bites down on your neck, marking you as his forever. The knot at the base of his member swells, filling you up and locking you in place below him. He can feel his cock pulsing wildly as he releases inside you, your weeping cunt taking everything he has to offer.

Slowly, Lee comes down from his euphoric high, sensing your body beginning to relax under him. He nuzzles his nose against your fresh bite mark before bringing it to your hair, taking a deep breath of your spicy sweet scent.

“My good, little omega,” Lee praises, sighing as he relishes in the feel of his cock still nestled tightly inside you. He kisses your shoulder, gently pulling himself out in the process, before speaking lowly in your ear, “You’re coming home with me.”

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years

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sheriff planing a joy ride / picnic date for his princess🥺🥺

sweeter than a berry

lee bodecker x f!reader (sheriff and his princess au)

warnings: a lot of suggestive language. sweet sweet fluff and sheriff loving on his princess, as usual. slight food play + body worship

wc: 1k

a/n: i just love them so much and faythie had to go and bless me with this beyond stunning moodboard. <3

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

“For every berry I feed ya, ya gonna have to give me a kiss,” his gruff drawl croons, wrapping itself around your throat– caressing and unraveling all at once as it floats around, lost inside a swirl of the late March wind. "Sheriff's orders, Princess...."

The beginnings of spring looked good on Lee– the sprouts of new grass and the colorful weeds entangled in them seemed to make your sheriff appear a bit rosier. His boyish charm always took your breath away, but there was nothing like Lee in the throes of the newly thawing and warming earth.

His shoulders would sit back a bit more, his head would always hold itself higher towards the glory of the sun– unless he was ducking away from your fervent gaze; that familiar pink blush blooming angelically across his full cheeks as he preened from something sweet you said.

Taking the strawberry he offers out to you between your teeth, you bite until he holds only the leafy green crown between his fingers. Moving towards his mouth, you press an airy peck to the corner of his lips while you finish chewing on the ripe berry. Your eyes flit towards his impatient scowl as he grabs your face growling, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Pulling away reluctantly you breathlessly question, “And what if I want to feed you something sweet, too? You love your berries, Lee.”

A deep chuckle at your innocent kindness rumbles low within his chest. Sweet girl still has no idea what she does to me…

The vibrations of the dark sound swim across the picnic blanket, ruminating deep within your tummy and blossoming warmly within each nerve of your body. His fingers brush a few stray hairs away from your face, nose tracing the shell of your ear as his lips lightly press along your throat.

“Berries? Nothin’– tastes sweeter than my Princess. Thought I taught ya better by now…” he mocks, a shake of his head and a click of his tongue playfully dancing in the air.

He reaches for the container of strawberries and crawls closer to you, his large frame pushing you onto your back as he hovers over you. Placing the strawberries at your side, his hands slowly move to rid you of your sundress. Tauntingly, teasingly– trailing with featherlight precision up the curves of your legs and soft hips, knuckles reverently following the pudge of your stomach as his fingers fan out, pushing the light fabric up and over the billows of your breasts. Your arms follow the silent command of his eyes blindly, raising so he could remove the rest of the dress from your figure.

As your skin grows visible to the crisp spring air, shivers dance along your spine– from the romantic chill of the day surrounding the picnic he laid out for you; from the playful itch of his calloused and desperate fingertips; from the hooded lids of his piercing blues that predatorily watched every little reaction your body had to offer him.

The buttons lining the shirt over his stomach tease across the swell of your hip and belly as he continues to drink in your bare frame, his desire and adoration rendering you his and burning right through your core.

“What’re you doing Lee?” your voice breathes out, fresh goosebumps erupting along your skin as his lips and nose brush down the exposed flesh of your chest. He takes your hand in his, moving it towards the strawberries, prompting you to grab one.

Lee’s large hand wraps tighter around your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, darkened gaze mesmerized by you and your willing submission as he bites into the fruit you hold up to him. Juice from his lips drips down your palm and runs along your wrist, tickling your skin as a soft breeze rushes past the blanket. Lee brings your arm to his warm mouth, licking up the juice that paints your skin in an act of worship only he could ever show you.

Closing his eyes he presses a kiss to your pulse, gently sucking the skin between his teeth as he lowly moans. The quickening exhales falling from your nose and lips brushes down the side of his cheek, causing Lee to hum in delight against your wrist as your heart erratically beats for him.

Playing with you like this always feels more necessary and lively than the last– how could he ever love something more? Your shaky breaths; soft moans; giant, compliant, and longing eyes; sinful cries, and desperate pleas are the only things he needs to bask in for the rest of his life.

“And for every berry ya feed me, I get to give ya a kiss– wherever I feel like....”

You shudder, a soft whimper and quick nod at his low tone, your hand willingly being dragged back to the container by his. You shakily pick another sweet berry and feel it being carried back to his sinfully parted, plump lips.

A big berry this time– bright red and almost the size of your palm, messily taken between his teeth. His head trails down, just hovering over the skin of your body– juice and saliva following him.

“Oops,” he chuckles. Quickly moving to lick the juice from your hip, he moans as your body instinctively arches up into him. You whine softly as he bites down, a gentle teasing pulse of his warm mouth and wet flick of his tongue making you crave more. A gentle cry of his name falls from your lips; another dark chuckle falls from his, twirling its way around the skin of your abdomen as he revels in watching you grow more and more impatient. Good, maybe Princess’ll finally learn what she does to me.

“Ya know how I get eatin’ my food, Princess… but I always clean my mess up. Right, sweet girl? This here is my heaven– nothin’ ever gonna be better for me than this. Think ya can keep feedin’ me a bit longer? Need to give ya a few more kisses. Be good for me– just a bit hungry for somethin’ real sweet, Princess…. ”

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missjaystone · 2 years

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New In Town

Summary: Your husband is finally ready to settle into a home, until the local sheriff pokes his head where it doesn’t belong

Pairing(s): Robert Pronge x Reader, future Lee bodecker x Reader

Word count: 3,060

Warning(s): sex trafficking mentioned, brainwashing implied, Robert Pronge, swearing, dubious consent to sex, implied domestic abuse, alcohol, red flag relationship, unhealthy relationship, rose-colored glasses perspective

A/N: Maybe I’ll make this a series?

How long had you been on the road? A couple of days? A week? The motels and roadside diners all looked the same, but you trusted your husband Robert when he said he'd found the perfect place for the two of you to settle down, he just wouldn't tell you anything about the place or how he found it. You just had to trust he'd do what was best for the both of you, just as you'd always trusted him to do what he thought was best for you. Robert saved you from a life of sex trafficking and abuse. Robert fiercely protected you from people who wanted to take you from him. He put a stop to the people who pretended to be your friends just to drive a wedge between you; he watched your almost every move to make sure you were always safe, he took any trouble out of your life and made big decisions so you wouldn't have to stress. He always said all you needed to do was to be his good girl and with everything he did for you, it was the least you could do for him.

You felt him gently shaking your shoulder some to awaken you, his voice soft but clearly excited "hey, wake up, kitten. We're here." You let out a tired hum and stretched as you looked outside at the house in front of you. It was a standard ranch-style house painted a pale, medium blue-grey with light trim, a good amount of windows, a decently sized but bare front yard and it looked fairly big. Your excitement grew as you scampered out of the car to get a better look at the house, your heart melted as you saw the mailbox. You ran your fingers over the white painted lettering 'Mr. and Mrs. Pronge'. For the first time since you got married almost seven years ago, you finally had a home together that felt like a home.

"What do you think, Kitten? Do you like it?" He asked from where he leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded over his chest as he watched you take it all in. "I love it!" You said excitedly, practically bouncing over to him and wrapping him in a tight hug "it's perfect." He wasted no time letting his hand fall to your ass while the other cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a dominating kiss that would make any watching neighbors turn away in shock at the overly intimate display. Everything about Robert was dominating and you'd long since gotten used to it. When he finally pulled his lips away from yours, he huskily whispered "why don't we get inside and you can show daddy just how grateful you are?" He was already leading you inside before he even finished his sentence, he knew you'd agree, you always did what he said; he'd trained you that way himself.

The inside of the house seemed to have all the major furnishings; a couch, a coffee table, a recliner, a dining set, and from what you could see of the rooms down the hallway, they had furnishings as well. He sat on the couch and looked at you briefly, clearing his throat after a minute, a signal for you to get in front of him. You hurried to kneel in front of him, hastily unbuttoning his pants; the last thing you wanted was to make him mad by being slow. You pulled his pants and boxers down a bit, just enough to free his member. Taking the hardened member in your hand, you stroked slowly and looked up at him, batting your eyelashes as you waited for permission. You knew how much he hated when you did things without explicit permission and you hadn't done anything that required any kind of punishing in four years.

When he nodded for you to continue, you wasted no time taking him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take in more of him little by little. His fingers loosely tangled in your hair and his head fell back, soft swears and hisses leaving his lips. "That's it kitten, such good girl for daddy," he muttered when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, bucking his hips and reveling in the sound of you gagging around him. These were the moments he lived for, the ones where he had absolute, undebatable control over you. Sure, he had absolute control over you already but in these moments, the control was palpable; if anyone came in and saw this, they'd know exactly how much power he had over you, how much he owned you.

His fingers tightened in your hair, almost painfully so, making you pick up speed. He bucked his hips just to hear your gag, a smirk settling on his face as he listened to the sounds you made; the gagging when he went too far down your throat, the slurping of your warm, wet mouth trying to accommodate his entire length, the small needy whimpers as you squeezed your legs together to gain some friction for yourself. His hips bucked harder when he felt you beginning to fondle his balls while your other hand stroked what didn't fit in your mouth "oh fuck, Kitten, you're doing so good for me, you're such a good girl; daddy's almost there." He smirked to himself as you went just a bit faster; he knew the praise was exactly what you needed to finish him. He held your face flush against him as he came with a loud 'fuck', a blissful grin on his face when he felt you swallowing his load.

After catching his breath, he finally let go of your hair so you could get up. "You're such a good kitten for daddy, I'm so proud of you," he praised, making you perk up while quickly wiping the mostly dried tears on your face. "How'd you set all of this up?" You asked curiously as you snuggled into his chest. "My long work trips the past few months, I've been coming up here for a week at a time to buy and fix up this place. I wanted to give my perfect little kitten the best home possible," he nuzzled his nose against yours with a grin. You straightened his glasses some and leaned down to give him a soft kiss "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bobby, I love you so much." "I know, Kitten," he said with a hum.

His satisfied expression quickly turned to one of unbridled annoyance and anger when there was a knock on the door. "Go to the bathroom down the hall and clean yourself up," he ordered as you both stood up, tucking himself back into his pants. You nodded and hurried off to the bathroom while he opened the door, a muffled conversation could be heard while you cleaned up your face. Robert didn't care for you in makeup, he only liked when you wore mascara and lipstick. He said he liked watching the mascara run when you cried if and when he got too rough and the way your lipstick smudged when he grabbed your face to pull you into a bruising kiss. He liked to make a mess of you.

"Honey! Come meet our new neighbors!" He called cheerily, playing the part of a normal, jovial husband. You hurried to finish cleaning up, removing any trace of what just happened and straightening out your dress before you hurried to the front door with a smile on your face. "This is my wife, (y/n). Sugarbear, these are our neighbors Sandy and Carl Henderson, they live a couple of houses down the road and this is Sandy's brother Lee Bodecker, he's the sheriff of this fine town," Robert introduced, slinging his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer to his side. Though subtle, it was impossible for you to miss the way he grits his teeth and clenched his jaw when introducing the sheriff. You stuck your hand out and shook hands with the three of them, Lee holding your hand a little too long for comfort, but you ignored it, quickly clasping your hands in front of you and plastering a smile "it's nice to meet you all."

"Why don't you come in for a beer and we'll get to know each other some?" Robert suggested through slightly gritted teeth. He didn't exactly want to visit, he was more interested in breaking in the bedroom, and he definitely didn't want the sheriff in his house but he needed to appear nice and amicable. Robert led them into the living room while you went to the fridge to get drinks, not surprised to find he'd already purchased some on one of his earlier trips. You passed the beers and kept a bottle of water for yourself. When you went to sit down on the only spot available, next to the sheriff, Robert quickly pulled you into his lap, his arm around your waist "thanks, babygirl." "So, what brought y'all to our little town?" Sandy asked after taking a sip. "I just thought it was time for us to settle down somewhere and it was time to get out of Jersey," Robert answered.

"How'd the two of y'all meet? You seem, uh, pretty different," Lee asked as he eyed you both, his gaze lingering on where Robert's hand rested near your inner thigh. "It's actually kind of a funny story, do you wanna tell it Bobby or should I?" You asked as you smiled at him. "I'll tell it, baby, you always get the details mixed up," Robert said. He cleared his throat "I used to drive an ice cream truck and she always brought her little brother when I came by the park or her neighborhood. She was always wearing this adorable necklace with an ice cream cone pendant and it just felt like a sign. After the first time I saw her, I knew she was the only girl for me so I started giving her free ice creams whenever they came by and it took an entire summer before she caught on. I took her out to dinner at this restaurant by the sea and I clearly impressed her because now, we've been married for seven years."

Sandy awed at the story and smiled "that's so sweet and romantic." "It's certainly somethin' alright," Lee muttered before taking a drink. "Maybe if you had half the romance Robert has you wouldn't be an alcoholic divorcé," Sandy said as she took a drink, earning a harsh glare from her brother. "What're you doin' now?" Carl asked, quickly trying to change topics before his wife and brother-in-law came to blows. "I'm a private contractor. I'm pretty good with tools if I do say so myself and my wife can tell you how good I am with my hands," Robert said, a smug grin on his face as he eyed the sheriff. "I'm afraid you might've moved to the wrong town then, not a lot of need for private contractors out here," Lee warned lowly. "I've got contracts in surrounding cities, Knockemstiff was just a nice central point for my work," Robert countered. "And what about you, (y/n)?" Sandy asked with a soft hum. "I'm an artist but it's just for fun, I could never sell anything I make," you said humbly. You weren't necessarily a bad artist, you'd been told you were pretty good by a number of people but you doubted anything would sell. Robert always said it was a good little hobby anyway, nothing more.

The three of them stayed over for another half hour before they left, Lee lingering in the doorway "I guess I'll be seein' y'all around." "Well, we live here now so probably," Robert deadpanned, some annoyance and zero amusement in his tone. Lee chuckled sarcastically "right, well I suppose it was nice to meet you both." Lee finally turned his attention to you, taking your hand and softly kissing your knuckles with a wicked grin "it was definitely a pleasure meeting you, Sweetheart. If you ever need anything, you just call or come on down to the station and I'll drop everything." "We'll see you around, sheriff," Robert sneered the title through clenched teeth as if the word alone felt like acid in his throat, his arm around your waist drawing you closer into his side. "So if you'll excuse us, we have to go break in our new home," he smirked at the glare he received.

Almost the second after the door was shut, Robert was dragging you to the bedroom, his speed had you nearly tripping over your own feet as you struggled to keep up. He pushed you onto the neatly made bed and pulled his shirt off, impatiently unzipping and removing his pants "I don't want you anywhere near that fucking piece of shit. Got it?" His voice radiated fury. "Now strip for me, quickly, I'm gonna mark up your pretty little body so nobody can question who's you are," he ordered. You knew better than to argue, quickly pulling your dress over your head and tossing it aside.

Already impatient and angry, Robert ripped your bra off and ignored your quiet yelp. He smirked when he went to remove your underwear, only to find nothing there. "You're such a good little slut not wearing panties, you were just waiting for me to fuck your little cunt, weren't you kitten?" He taunted as he slowly ran his thumb through your folds, savoring the soft whimpers. "You aren't gonna go anywhere near that sheriff, are you, kitten?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice as his thumb moved up to your clit, suddenly pinching the little bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger when you didn't answer quick enough. "Are you, kitten?" He repeated harshly, a hard glare on his features. You quickly shook your head and bit back a yelp "I won't, Bobby." "Good," he muttered before swiftly thrusting his member into your channel. He always began with a rough pace, and tonight was no different. "Remember, kitten, cops didn't fucking save you," he chided, each word punctuated when his hips angrily connected with yours. "I did. Not them," he growled sharply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and brought you into a bruising kiss, his facial hair making it feel rougher than it already was, than he already was.

There's wasn't enough time between each slam of his hips for you to speak, you could just nod and return the fervent kiss. "Say it, kitten, promise me you aren't ever going near him," he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed until you opened your eyes, looking into the furious storm in his ocean eyes. "I promise, Bobby I-I won't go near the sheriff," you swore as best you could even with the tight, bruising grip on your jaw. "That's my good girl," Robert chuckled darkly before again pressing his lips to yours in a breath-stealing kiss that muffled any of the sounds you were going to make. Your almost-pained sounding moans filling the room were music to his ears. Each thrust of his hips sent the head of his member to the deepest areas of your core, battering the walls that enveloped his length so tightly. Robert's face dipped down to your collarbone, alternating between sucking or biting the sensitive skin and kissing or laving at the angry marks left behind by his teeth and beard.

When his hand finally let go of your jaw, it fell between your bodies to your clit. The rough pad of his thumb settled over your swollen, needy bud and began rubbing fast, cruel circles as his own thrusts became more ragged and erratic. "You gonna be a good girl and cum for your daddy, sugar?" He asked with a smirk when he felt your walls begin to flutter around him. You nodded wordlessly, biting your lip some as you looked up at the look of concentration on his face. "Use your fucking big girl words, kitten, c'mon now," he spat angrily, a slight sadistic grin briefly appearing on his face at the way you jumped to correct yourself "y-yes daddy!" "Go ahead, baby, cum for me. Now," he demanded, pinching your clit as he did. Something between an anguished gasp and a surprised moan left your lips as you tumbled over the edge of the cliff. In the midst of your own high, you felt him thrust a few more times before he stilled above you as he came. With his face nuzzled in between your breasts, his hip's violent thrusting slowed to a lazy rutting before completely stopping as he came down from his high.

Not out of affection or concern, but instead caught up in his own bliss, he slowly pulled out. With a smile on his face, he looked over your body; scars from years earlier littered your skin, bruises old and new in varying colors were painted across the surface. Once he got comfortable on his side of the bed, he took a cigarette and lighter out of the nightstand drawer and lit it. He half-heartedly draped his arm around your shoulder after taking a long drag "get some rest kitten, you'll have to go to the store in the morning." "Night, Bobby," you said with a soft hum as you pecked his cheek "I love you." "You too, kitten."

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After leaving the new neighbor's house, Lee headed back to the station to make a couple of calls, starting with the police in their New Jersey town. The other line rang and rang and rang, almost making Lee hang up until finally, a gruff voice answered. "Hello?" "Is this the Dumont chief of police?" Lee asked. "Who's askin'?" The man demanded to know. "My names sheriff Lee Bodecker of Knockemstiff, Ohio. I had some questions about a former resident who's moved into my jurisdiction," Lee said truthfully. "Who?" The man asked. "Robert Pronge," Lee answered firmly. Then other side went quiet for a moment. "Don't start down that rabbit hole, sheriff. It'll send you straight to hell," the man warned before he hung up.

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#Robert Pronge x reader #Robert Pronge smut #Robert Pronge #Mr Freezy x reader #Mr Freezy smut #Mr Freezy #Robert 'Mr. Freezy' Pronge #Lee Bodecker #Lee Bodecker x Reader #The Iceman #The Devil All The Time #TDATT

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landograndprix · 2 years

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shower antics – l.b

request — Number 8 with Lee? Maybe he's come back from long day and his girl just joins him? 8. shower sex lee bodecker x reader

18+ only, minors dni!

— warnings: very soft Lee, rough and unprotected sex because they married (wrap it up besties) good ol' love making in the shower, breeding kink, lee has a wife-kink, change my mind, fluff

— wordcount: 1.3k+

— this is a repost from my old account, I'm slowly going to put my old stuff on here since I'm going to deactivate the other!

The door falls back into its lock behind Lee, dropping his keys in the colorful bowl on the side table and toes his shoes off– his wife would lose it if she noticed his dirty shoes against the mopped floor. The smell that penetrates his nostrils is one of his favorites.

Hanging his hat on the coat rack along with his leather jacket, Lee saunters to the place that draws him in the most and the place where he knows he'll find her; the kitchen. And she's exactly there, back facing him as she's hunched over one of her many books.

"Hey, sweetheart."

She hums quietly, gaze glued on the pages underneath her.

Lee praises himself lucky every single minute of the day with a wife as beautiful as her, perfect in every way possible and Lee still wonders how someone like her would ever fall for someone like him– so young and so pretty for someone so old and..him..he'd had looked better back in the days, when the booze had not taken over his life– she'd made him better his life with one simple sentence.

'If you stop drinkin' like it's your last day on earth, I might pick up on that date, sheriff.'

and he did and got his hands on every piece of candy ever since– she loved it, assured him many times that his belly was the cutest thing and a flat services don't make nice pillows, and that he was in fact one giant teddy bear just for her.

His feet drag him to the stove, the smell begging him to pick up the lid from the Dutch oven pot– the smell and sight of his favorite dish causing a smile on his lips.

"Did I forget an anniversary or somethin'?"

Putting the lid back on, Lee walks back to his wife and as he stands behind her, he leans down, caging her in between the table and his body, lee places a kiss on the back of her neck and rests his head on her shoulders.

"I heard in your voice you weren't having a nice day today."

And she's right, he didn't have a nice day– the new deputy causing some trouble with the paperwork, the old man from uphill calling him in for a pig gone wild and his sister on his ass all day long. It was a long day.

"You're too good for me, sweetheart," nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, he places a soft kiss right behind her ear "gonna take a shower first, you coming?"

"I've showered already."

"What, without me?" Lee groans.

"I was cold, lee– it had been pouring when I was on my bike to get groceries."

Lee hums and kisses her on the neck one last time "I'll be right back then."

Standing up straight and slightly disappointed, Lee makes his way to the bedroom, finding some comfortable clothes and lays them on the bed– undressing himself, he hangs his uniform on the chair nearby, naked, Lee saunters to the bathroom across the hall. The cold tiles underneath his feet sent a shiver down his spine.

It takes a while before the running water turns warm enough to be enjoyed and as he steps under the stream of water, lee relaxes even more so when he catches the silhouette of his wife through the shower curtains.

She doesn't say a word and neither does he when she pushes the curtains aside and holds onto the hand Lee had held out to step in the shower carefully. The silence is comfortable as they take turns to wash each other but the sight of his wife taking care of him, doing all these things to show she loves him as much as him, makes the blood run to his cock.

Wrapping his arms around her back, lee pulls her flush against his body, erect cock nudging her stomach, catching her eyes through his lashes, lee bends his head slightly to press a sweet kiss to her lips.

"You have a problem there, honey?" She smiles against his lips.

Her hand slips between their bodies and wrap her fingers around his cock, lee groans

"I think we need to make a baby, sweetheart."

A baby, something they'd been trying for for the last couple of months without any luck but they kept the hope.

"That sounds like a mighty good idea."

There's no foreplay, not this time– as she pumps his cock a few times, Lee let's go of her and takes a step back to admire her hand around him, Lee groans.

"C'mere," His hand wraps around her wrist to stop her and with on soft tug of her arms, pulls her back again– his hands now sliding between their bodies to run his finger to her folds and rubs her clit a few times, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"Turn around, sweetheart."

She turns around, like he'd asked her, arches her back and places both her hands flat against the cold tiles and braces herself for what's about to come– they've been here before.

Lee groans at the sight, grabs his cock and strokes himself as he takes a step forward, guiding himself towards her cunt and slides the tip of his dick through her folds before pushing himself in fully.

They both moan out in pleasure.

Placing both his hands on her sides, his fingers dig into her skin as he holds her in place, his hips meeting her ass with each slow thrust.

Lee groans at the feel of her walls clenching around his dick and takes it as his sign to slam his hips against her ass a little rougher– rough, like he always was after a bad day.

His belly against the skin of her ass and his balls slapping against her core thrusts into her with force– he's too lost in his own world and needs to put a baby inside her that he doesn't even register the lovely, loud moans coming from his wife.

Feral like an animal.

Lee wraps one of his arms around her waist as he leans forwards, his belly against her back, the new position giving him a new angle to bury his cock even deeper into her cunt.

It's dangerous, really, rough sex in in shower, they nearly broke bones the last time they did but mee can't seem to slow down, hips snapping against her erratically– he really needs to put that baby inside of her.

Her walls keep clenching around his cock, ready to milk his seed– Lee moans and pulls her body with his as he stands back straight; hand on the back of her head as he pushes her against the wall.

"Shit, baby girl, going to fill you up if you keep doing that."

"Put a baby in me, lee." She whines through each harsh and deep thrust, his cock rubbing the spot deliciously.

An animalistic growl pushes past Lee's lips, cock twitching inside of her, ready for his release. He slides his hand between her body and the wall and let's his hand roam to her clit and rubs it in deep circles, making her a moaning mess.

"Fuck..lee–"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," Lee groans out of breath "I want to fill up the sweet little pussy of mine."

It doesn't take much, two more thrusts of his hips and a rub on her clit for Lee to give her a mind blowing orgasm, legs shaking and toes curling. Her walls that clench around him just a bit tighter than before makes Lee moan along with her as he fills her up with his seed– thrusting every single drop deep inside her.

Lee chuckles "if this didn't put a baby in you–" He gets interrupted by her tired voice.

"Shit lee, I don't think I turned off the stove."

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captain-barnes-writes · 3 years

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Addiction [1 / 2]

Summary: Lee Bodecker is fascinated by the young girl who works at her father’s store.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Warning: Age gap, language, mentions of alcoholism, sexual content, unprotected sex (y’all better wrap it in real life tho bc this is fiction.) SMUT. 18+

Word Count: 4k [NOT PROOFREAD. Any comments, tips, suggestions are greatly appreciated. My Ask Box is always open.]

Lee Bodecker’s cruiser paraded through the town of Knockemstiff. He thought of how life had changed so much for him in the last few months. A man who was still in his lonesome at his age, caused by his extreme focus on his career, wasn’t blind to the fruits the small town had to offer. The more time passed, the prettier the girls got.

Vibrant sundresses, skirts that reached above the knee and them goddamn stockings. With the years the damn skirts and dresses only seemed to be inching up higher and higher up their legs. Most of the girls were timid under his presence. It was a good thing that they knew who he was and were more than well aware of the power he had.

Lee Bodecker was a crook sheriff in the solemn town; a menacing tormented man who most often than not drank his fair share of alcohol on a weekly basis. A lot of the time he was intoxicated with the moonshine he got from people he bribed. The alcohol always knocked him to otherworldly limits that helped him forget all that plagued him. It was his hidden secret, an unhealthy and disappointing one. A secret which he made sure to keep under wraps. Lee always had the election peering over him, taunting and glaring at him. He had to keep up with appearances.

Even with sore limbs, killer migraines and sunken eyes that didn’t want to see any light, he always made sure to clean the cruiser of any leftover canned beers and packs of cigarettes. He even tended to his own home as well, bagging the glass bottles and cans in black trash bags so as to not raise any suspicions. He was trying his best to stop, but it had become a habit that was hard to shake. Trying to kill one addiction had almost started another one, candies being the other culprit. Sweet little candies to quit the thoughts and yearning need for the arduous liquid that he’d come to rely on far too much.

But then there was another addiction he’d come to have for the past months. It was intoxicating but it wasn’t alcohol and sweet and tender but it wasn’t candies. The girl who worked at her father’s store at the center of town was the debilitating new type of obsession he’d come to have. Boyd Smith’s young daughter was as enticing as they came.

The store was small and slightly rundown, but had the necessities most people in Knockemstiff could need. People didn’t need much in the town anyway. But that girl was easy on the eyes and she wasn’t even aware of it. By far the prettiest in the godforsaken town and probably the whole state. Heck, Lee thought her to be the most beautiful on fucking earth. She managed to tug at his heartstrings in such a way nobody had been able to. Not in a long time, anyway.

When she first spoke to him, an actual conversation, she’d told him “stop eating so many candies, sheriff. You’re gonna get cavities.” And Lee had let out a loud laugh, though it hadn’t met his eyes as if the words she’d said had hit a nerve. They had, but he couldn’t admit it. Regardless the soothing tone of her voice, sweet and delicate, had reeled him in even further.

He visited the store so often, knowing when exactly her father would take his day off. Which were starting to climb up seeing as Boyd enjoyed gambling and drinking his fair share as much as Lee and would leave his daughter to tend to the store more often than not. So she’d be there in her most lonesome tending to her father’s store. He looked forward to seeing her doe eyes and skim his eyes about her gentle frame.

He often found himself wondering what she’d be wearing on days he visited. Being the daughter of a store owner meant that money wasn’t much of a problem for her family, and she seemed to be able to feed her affinity for pretty clothes. He always anticipated what she’d be wearing. Y/N usually wore pastel colored dresses, those pretty sundresses that reached just above the knee. The thin material at times clung to her body on the back giving way to the full bottom she was blessed with and Lee felt himself hardening just at the sight of her alone. He wanted nothing more than to tear the material off her and savor the innocence she oozed.

That day when she first spoke to him, he felt even more drawn to her. The delectable taste of the bonbons he’d stop to buy were of no comparison to her. Lee was either salivating or mouth dry like a desert at the mere sight of the store owner’s daughter. On that day when she’d uttered those words to him in hopes of alleviating the rather quiet environment, he had placed the money on her hands to pay for the pack of candies as well as a pack of beers. Their fingers brushed and Y/N had almost shuddered.

“I’m gonna have to find myself a new addiction so that doesn’t happen then.” Lee responded. His eyes had met hers and a gleam of mischievousness and mockery were swirling in them. She swallowed harshly, suddenly feeling small under the presence of the town’s sheriff.

Y/N looked at him. Like really looked at him and noticed things she hadn’t before. For instance, the way his eyes were the color of the town’s nearby lake, a sparkling blue, and when he didn’t have a scowl on his face he actually looked handsome. Crinkles at the end of his eyes showed his age, and even with the soft protruding belly he was actually easy on the eyes.

Y/N blushed under his piercing stare, proceeding to count the change aloud and handed it back to him in a clumsy manner.

“One fifty is your change, sheriff. Thank you.”

“No, thank you darlin’. I’ll stop by another day.” Lee countered, voice heavy as his orbs continued their arduous stare on the girl who couldn’t tear her own eyes away from his. She was flushed, a color that suited her so well with the baby blue sundress she wore. He wanted nothing more than to take her on the back of his cruiser and fuck her into submission.

Despite all his bad qualities, the dominance he liked to have, he wanted her to want it too. What was the fun in fucking somebody who didn’t want it? No, he wanted her dainty hands on him. For her to run them through his hair, grip it as she was a breathy broken mess beneath him. He yearned for her lips to moan his name, for her tightness to grip him like a damn vice. Just one look at her and he knew he was done for.

Lee started visiting the store more often. Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays. She’d be there with her pastel dresses, behind the counter tending to customers in a manner that let him know he couldn’t be the only one thinking of her this way. She was too pure, too celestial to only have one man pining over her. And he was right. He wasn’t the only man looking at her with hungry eyes. There were plenty of them who’d show up at the store throwing flirty comments at her and she’d try her best to deflect them. She’d do so gracefully with shy smiles, an airy laugh while waving them away.

Lee had been there when men approached her in the same manner he did, flirtatiously and with no good intentions. He observed how she’d suddenly become nervous, dropping change on the floor and sputtering out a few sorry’s as she scrambled down to get it from the floor. She’d smile at her suitors, not knowing how to keep them away. How to say no. So when Lee was there, he’d clear his throat loudly and tell them to move along. No more needed to be said, the men would scramble away from the store at the mere words from the sheriff. They were scared of him and the immense influence the town’s sheriff carried just at the tip of his fingers. Lee boasted his power in front of Y/N wanting nothing more than to impress her. He was no longer in his 20s, no longer the slim figure he had 15 years prior, but he’d obtained something that was worth showing off: the power of being an elected official and the town’s sheriff.

Y/N would express her graciousness with a bashful grin and a small thanks would leave her lips, along with a few offerings of free candy or even a pack of cigarettes. She was young, no more than twenty. It was normal for girls her age to have suitors lining up, but she wasn’t an ordinary girl. This was the girl the sheriff was pining over. He was completely and utterly taken by her and he hadn’t even tasted her yet.

Lee wanted more than anything to be the one who clouded the girl’s thoughts. He wanted him to be the first thing she thought of every morning and the very last thought at the end of the night. His own thoughts were consumed by the store owner’s daughter. Her beauty was amplified by the tenderness in which her tone of voice took when she spoke. The way her hair crowned her face so perfectly and the smile lines which took upon her pretty face with a simple little grin. She was addicting and he wanted her so badly. He wanted her as bad as a drop of alcohol.

For Y/N, or any girl her age, it was an honor to be on the receiving end of the sheriff’s admiration. The piercing blue orbs watching with intent, body language screaming that he was taken with her. The way he was an asset to the town, an important one that kept order, that took care of people like her. That warded off danger. She’d be crazy to overlook him and his clear feelings for her.

At first she’d been slightly put off at his constant visits to the store. Sometimes just to buy a single pack of candy. At times he wouldn’t even buy anything. He’d stare at her, initiate conversations that diverted to different topics as if he didn’t want to stop hearing her voice. As if her voice was the only sound he wanted to hear. At times the voice coming from his radio would be the only thing that’d get him to leave the store. He’d huff loudly, bark back an answer, tip his broad-brimmed hat back on his head and wave goodbye to her.

But it wasn’t long until he’d crawled his way into her heart. A slow process that took many months. Gained her trust with conversation and his way of sweet talking. Expensive chocolates and bouquets of roses he’d gone out of town to get would make their way into her hands whenever he’d visit her, almost always finding himself at the right hour when the store was at its most desolate. Just her and him. The beautiful girl was driving him insane, she was slow to give into him. Her shyness a tough barrier to break.

The town would whisper about it. The sheriff wants Boyd’s daughter. The many visits had made their rounds in people’s mouths and being the small town that it was. The townspeople noticed the black cruiser more and more at the front of the store, parked there for more than half an hour at times. And they became suspicious because what could take so long in the small store? It was cramped and only had minimal supplies. All of Knockemstiff was talking about it in a secretive manner. They didn’t want to feel the sheriff’s wrath, didn’t want to light the anger in his eyes. But they knew. Knew that whatever his intentions were with the young girl, he was sure to get her. He was persistent and always got what he wanted.

Those many visits to the store turned into driving her home at nights. Though it was only a couple blocks from the town center, he still insisted on doing it. A girl like you could get kidnapped on these streets doll, Lee would tell her. He couldn’t believe her father would pick gambling with his friends over picking his own daughter up. She deserved to be cared for, tended to in the best way possible. He wanted to be that man for her; someone she relied on. Someone she could come to love.

At least the one thing her father did right was having her lock up the place early when she was in charge of the store. By 7:30 pm, she’d switch the sign to closed and begin the process of cleaning and making sure everything was tidy to open up the next day. Lee would wait outside for her in his car, smoke puffing from his lips as he took drags from his cigarette. When he would see her coming out, the thin material of her dress swaying with the wind and giving way to the smoothness of her legs, he’d close his eyes to gain control of himself and throw the cigarette outside. She never said she didn’t like the smell, never even made a comment about it as the scent lingered in the car, yet he still cared and wanted to be on his best behavior with her.

The drives to her home would take detours to diners, coffee shops and even to different towns as he felt so enthralled by her presence. He wanted nothing more than be able to spend hours with her. She didn’t even have to touch him, didn’t have to kiss him, but a simple gaze from her had his heart beating erratically. When she began talking to him more, not just waiting for him to continue the conversation, he felt the effect she had on him even more. He felt bewitched, as if the girl was his only sanity. It wasn’t the alcohol, it wasn’t the sugary sweets. It was the tenderness of her voice, her gentle frame and her doe eyes.

It also wasn’t long until she was sinking down onto the length of his cock on the back of his cruiser. She slid down in such slow motion with a heartbreaking guttural moan. Her virgin cunt wrapping him in such tightness his breath had hitched and eyes rolled in ecstasy. Her perky breasts right at his face and he’d taken a hold of them with his lips. Ran his tongue on the brown nipples.

“It hurts, Lee.” Y/N cried softly onto his shoulder. Pitiful tears landing on his clothed shoulder. The poor girl was wincing at the intrusion inside her. Lee deeply regretted taking her this way, her on top of him on the back of his damn cruiser. This wasn’t the place for a girl like her to lose her virginity. Hell, it wasn’t the place for any girl to lose their virginity. The seats were uncomfortable and movements were limited with the small space.

“I’m sorry darlin’. Fuck.” Lee cursed, feeling his cock twitch inside the tightness of her walls. She was incredibly tight and he didn’t know if he’d be able to hold on for much longer. He wanted to piston his hips against her sweet place, fuck her until she was crying. But she was already crying on his shoulder and it wasn’t even out of pleasure.

She stayed there for a couple seconds, trying to recover herself while being bombarded with sinful thoughts as she sat on his length. She was able to get a hold of herself, feeling a little better with the sheriff’s large hand drawing soothing circles on her bare back. His pink lips were against hers in soft kisses that had her head swirling. The taste of alcohol present on his tongue was a strong comparison to her minty mouth. Him, so imperfect and troubled. Her, innocent and pure. She picked her head up again. Her doe eyes found him in the darkness of the cruiser, the abandoned lot a few minutes out of town was desolate and dark.

Without any warning, her lower body elevated just slightly and came back down again. Lee let out a shaky breath and his hands had immediately slid down to the smooth skin of her ass, fingers marking the fullness of it. She was a mess above him, mouth hanging open with the sweetest moans falling loose. She began to slowly sink down on him again, building a tortuous movement of raising herself up and coming back down. The pain was still present but the sight of the sheriff being patient and not forcing her to move had been incentive enough for her to push the aching pain away. He was already inside her anyways, her chastity a thing of the past.

Lee’s strong hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck and pushed their lips together. She was still adjusting to him, moving slow to his standards, so he wanted to control at least one area of the sinful acts that were taking place. His kiss was rough and messy. His teeth took hold of her plump bottom lip and bit it until she shrieked into his mouth. Her dainty hands fisted at his hair.

The movements of her hips were reluctant and inexperienced. The flow of them slow, faltering even at the discomfort of the intrusion. The prodding inside her still stung and her eyes shut tightly when his cock hit a spot inside her that made her feel weak. Lee noticed and the hold on her ass tightened as brought her down at a faster pace. He wanted to fuck her so hard she would see stars on the roof of the cruiser, but she was still visibly aching.

Lee’s lips traveled down her jaw, kissing her there just slightly to bring any comfort to her, before they made their way to the valley of her breasts. She was bare, the baby yellow dress had been unbuttoned and thrown on the floor carelessly. She was unbelievably soft. Skin so delicate and smooth, breasts and ass etched with white stretch marks. His babygirl was so divine and heavenly and he’d just taken her innocence, her purity, on the back of his cruiser.

He was a bastard for not taking her to his home. On his bed. But this had been so sudden, a date to the outskirts of a different town had turned into them kissing like their lives depended on it. He’d conveniently found the empty lot and he couldn’t wait any longer, feeling as if he didn’t bury himself inside her he would explode.

His hips had began to lift themselves off the cold backseat meeting hers in the middle. She was reduced to a string of breathy moans; a beautiful mess before him. His dick was enveloped in her folds, bathing in her sweet juices. The sounds of drenched skin slapping against one another, loud and stained. The air inside the car was stuffy and lingered with the smell of their arousal. He felt like he’d come any second as he felt the familiar sensation building inside him.

“I want to put a baby right in here.” Lee’s hand stopped at her belly, the skin soft and warm. He was already crazy for her. With a single taste of her and he wanted more. He could picture his girl’s belly huge with his baby growing inside her. Maybe that would get him to stop craving the taste of alcohol, to stop wanting to replace his addiction with candies. He wanted her to be his only sane addiction.

Y/N stuttered at his words. Her eyes had widened and hands gripped his shoulders at the rapid movements of his hips. She was rendered silent as her mind swirled with the possibility of carrying Lee Bodecker’s baby. She didn’t know what to think of it. Girls her age were already carrying babies, married even.

But the townspeople chastised and judged those girls who gave away the very thing that made them good in the eyes of the lord, their savior, and she had done just that. Given away the one thing she’d held onto for more than two decades, cherished it, boxed it off and wrote it off for somebody whom she’d marry. The preacher of her church called it a “gift”, a mere pseudonym, and apparently a more appropriate and contained word, for a girl’s virginity. In her town, chastity from girls, taking care of that one gift for a nice man who would care for them was an important thing. But for Y/N, it was too late to look back.

“You heard me, darlin’?” Lee quipped again, hand grasping her jaw to get her to look at him. His azure eyes were laced with lust, swirling with it as his cock hit her sweet spot again and again. What could she say when he was taking the pain away and replacing it with delicious ecstasy?

“Yes, Lee.” She moaned loudly. A foreign heat had pooled in her stomach, the pistoning of his dick inside her driving her closer to a delirious state. Y/N was bouncing on him with his help and she couldn’t help but look at the man whom she’d grown to be fond of for the last few months. Fond was probably not the right term, but she’d only even kissed a boy before and it had been her senior year of high school, so long ago she didn’t even know what she was feeling. It was immeasurable. The grown man whose advances had made hordes of butterflies swirl in her stomach, made her breath quicken and at the sight of him her heart swelled.

“I’m gonna cum inside that sweet pussy of yours.” His words were foul, hips faltering as he felt the tightness of her cunt constricting the living daylights out of him. She had broken down before him, body spasming as an orgasm ripped through her in shocking waves.

“Oh my god oh my god.” She breathed out loudly, her folds seizing him in a shuddering way. Gripping so tight he couldn’t help but come only a mere seconds after her. His hips jolted, climax hitting him with such strength it had forced a string of curse words from his mouth. His cum seeped inside her like ribbons, painting her walls with his warm seed.

When they rode out their high, bodies covered in salty sweat and breathing somewhat steady, Lee grabbed her face and brought their lips together in another kiss. It was short and wet, his tongue swiping against hers. When he pulled away, he looked at the odd expression etched on her face.

“What am I gonna tell my daddy, sheriff?” She asked softly. Brows furrowed in worry. “It’s so late.”

“Your daddy doesn’t give a damn. He’s probably drunk off his ass while gambling.” Lee bit. He was right about her father, he was most likely drunk or gambling. Probably both. Lee was gonna take care of his girl now. Claim her. He had already taken her most precious gift anyway.

He wasn’t going to fuck her on the back of a cruiser. She didn’t belong there, not tainting the backseat of his car, not in an abandoned parking lot. The next time he fucked her he was going to plow into her on his bed. In his house. Because that’s where her sweetness belonged; tangled in his covers, a moaning mess beneath him. She should’ve been waiting for him to come home from a long day of work, arms out steady for him to fall on, lips ready to take his. She was more addicting than glasses of moonshine, more so than candy. Intoxicatingly beautiful, sweet and innocent.

“You’re mine now darlin.”

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No Good

Summary: He’s no good, but you find a reason for wanting him.

Pairing: Alpha!Lee Bodecker x Omega!(fem)Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, mentions of murder, smut, unprotected sex, implied claiming, dark themes, lies, extortion, kinda dark!reader, revenge

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“You should stay away from the sheriff,” Rosie whispers, whipping her head toward the chubby alpha entering the diner. “He’s no good, always has new flings and he’s fat.”

“Aw, he’s kinda cute with his belly,” you giggle, watching Lee sit at one of the tables. He frowns before he whips his head toward you. A soft smile curls on his lips but then he drops his gaze, shaking his head lightly.

“Can I sit over there?” pointing at Lee’s table you ignore Rosie scrunches up her nose. “All other tables are taken, and the sheriff looks like he needs company. I don’t care about gossip or people talking trash about someone I didn’t even know.”

“It’s your funeral, girl,” you huff at Rosie’s words, ignore her cold glare when you snatch the menu out of her hands to make your way toward the sheriff.

You never were the kind of girl listening to other people or following rules and you won’t stop being a stubborn brat now.

“Hi,” you give Lee your sweetest smile when he looks up at you. “I’m Y/N, Y/L/N, and new to town. As you can see all other tables are taken and I was wondering if it’s too much to ask for that I can sit with you.”

“You want to sit with me?” he asks, and you shiver. His voice is deep and rough, but his eyes are soft. His chubby cheeks colored in shades of pink, he watches you for a moment. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Ya know, people don’t like me.” Lee grumbles. “Lately a lot of shit hit the fan, missy. You are better not seen with me.”

“I’m not the other people, sheriff Bodecker,” you hold out your hand. “Pleased to meet you, Sir.” You smile when he shakes your hand, holding it a bit too long for a friendly handshake. “Can I sit here or not? Don’t you want to be a gentleman?”

“Girl, you shouldn’t,” sitting opposite Lee you ignore that he tries to tell you people will talk trash about you. “Knockemstiff is a small-town if you can even call it that. People will assume we—”

“I don’t care about my reputation,” smiling you look at Lee while you pat his hand gently. “Can you recommend anything, sheriff? I like pancakes but would try new things too.”

“The pancakes are not that bad. Homemade is always better, though,” nodding you hold Lee’s gaze, smiling now and then when he slowly relaxes around you, “you could go for pancakes. The eggs ain’t that bad and I like their sandwiches.”

“Do you eat often at the diner? I mean, don’t you have anyone making lunch or dinner for you?” he huffs, gaze dropping to his hands. “Crap. I shouldn’t have asked you such a thing. We don’t even know each other.”

“No girl wants someone like me. I’m an elder alpha, still unmated and—fat,” you gasp, jump up, round the table to sit on Lee’s lap, arms wrapped around him seconds later.

“Don’t say such a thing, sheriff,” you tut, gently patting his back. “You are a tall and attractive alpha. Your eyes are soft and your hands strong. I like your belly, though. It feels soft and cozy.”

“Cozy,” Lee huffs, but holds still, not wanting to miss your warmth. “That’s the first time someone called me soft and cozy. Most of the people call me a pig, corrupt and rotten, doll.”

“Doll,” humming you loosen your hold on Lee but stay on his lap. You don’t care people watch you interact with the alpha, mouths hanging open, “I like it. If you ever want to have homemade food, come around. I bought the house at the end of Shady Glen Road.”

“It’s a nice little house,” Lee tries not to pant. He caught your scent and now his alpha tries to impress the omega on his lap. “Needs painting and a new fence, though.”

“Aw, did you just offer your help?” you smile, leaning closer to sniff at Lee’s neck. “That’s so kind of you, sheriff. Offering your help to a helpless young omega,” you say louder for everyone to hear. “You are the first-person offering help. Thank you.”

Lee furrows his brows but then it suddenly dawns on him – you tried to make him look like a good guy. “Why are you doing this, doll? I’m not a good guy nor a good alpha. I spend my time with prostitutes.”

“That’s over, sheriff,” you purr, nose brushing his cheek. “If you want to get a better reputation, you must let people help you. How about you help me with my house, and I’ll help people see you are not a bad guy.”

“We don’t even know each other,” he husks, eyes glued to your lips. “What will people say when I sneak around an unmated omega’s house?”

“What will they say if you sneak around a mated omega’s house, sheriff,” you coo, smiling softly. “I will make you lunch too.”

“Why?” he looks at you when you finally retreat to sit on your chair. He misses your warmth immediately and fights the urge to grasp for you and bring you back on his lap. “What do you really want?”

“I’m a loner, you are a loner,” shrugging you try to explain to Lee that you believe he can be a good man. “I thought we could help each other, sheriff.”

“I don’t think so, missy—” he grunts, tossing money onto the table. “I want you to stay away from me. Got it? I don’t need a clingy omega ruining my life even more.”

“Got it, sheriff,” you brush him off, ignore your omega wants to curl into a ball. “Thanks for reminding me alphas are not to trust…”

“I said no,” angrily brushing past another alpha you try to buy new wallpapers. “I don’t need your help nor your advice. I don’t like alphas.”

“You flirted with the sheriff,” the man grunts. “What does Lee Bodecker have that I lack?”

“I didn’t flirt with the sheriff,” hating you must explain your interactions with the sheriff to a bystander you pinch the bridge of your nose. “I tried to be friendly as he looked lonely and depressed. Not that this would be any of your concern. Now leave me alone. I can renovate my house on my own and don’t need your help.”

“Do we have a problem here?” you huff, glare at the man you were talking about not seconds ago. “Already causing trouble in my town, missy?”

“It was your fine citizen who didn’t get the hint. I tried to explain to him, that I don’t need anyone’s help. If you would excuse me now,” you quip, spinning around to walk toward your shopping cart, “I got wallpapers to choose for my house.”

“No help?” Lee steps closer to sniff at your hair. “Last time we met you wanted my help with your fence.”

“If I recall right you offered your help only to yell at me afterward,” not sparing Lee a glance you push your shopping cart toward the next shelf.

“Don’t push your luck,” the sheriff walks next to you, grumbling when you yet again ignore his presence. “Now tell me what this was about.”

“That man tried to hit on me, believed I’m into old, impotent alphas,” you dip your head to meet Lee’s gaze. “I prefer young and strong alphas able to satisfy an omega like me. That’s something no alpha in this town is capable of.”

“Doll, you—” Lee groans when you walk away to look at the next wallpaper. “Would you just stop pushing boundaries? Can you not behave for a moment and talk to me?”

“I talked to you at the diner,” you twirl around to jab two fingers into Lee’s belly. Not to prove a point but to feel if it’s soft. “It was you acting like a caveman. Everyone laughed after you left me there at the table. I didn’t even get my pancakes thanks to you. I should’ve listened to Rosie and never talked to you.”

“You did more than just talking! You threw yourself at an alpha you knew for like five seconds,” Lee purrs when you lean closer. He believes you want to scent him, but your hand collides with his face, and he gasps.

“I tried to soothe you, sheriff! There is nothing wrong with showing compassion,” you admire the handprint you left on his cheek, grinning at Lee. “Maybe I liked you, but that’s in the past. Everyone was right – you are no good!”

“What? YOU!” watching you walk away Lee follows your every move. He’s too stunned to react or talk back. No omega dared to talk to him like that before and he can’t hide his cock strains against his pants.

“Here we go,” you coo, patting your cat's head. “I knew he would come around, sweat pea.” Turning around to water your tulips you smirk to yourself hearing Lee growl your name.

“Y/N! If you ever dare to lay hands on me again I’ll arrest you,” he mutters. “Did you listen?” he asks when you still do not turn around to face the alpha.

“Oh, don’t you worry,” finally facing Lee you give him your sweetest smile. “I don’t intend to touch you ever again, sheriff. Go back to meet up with prostitutes and easy omegas. Now leave me alone. I got a fence to fix and the wallpapers are still waiting for me.”

“You’re a frustrating little,” watching you pick up the watering can Lee grunts. “WAIT! I’m not done talking to you.”

“Sorry, sheriff,” batting your eyelashes you smirk, “but someone called Matthew’s offered his help with my fence this morning.”

“Ol’ Matthew’s? That bastard is out there doing anything he can to try to make me look bad,” you chuckle lightly when Lee steps onto your ground. “You will not let that son of a bitch help you, omega.”

“I don’t recall I allowed you to call me like that,” he’s in your face seconds later, grips your arms roughly to press you into the wall, forcing you to drop the watering can when he claims your lips in a needy, almost desperate kiss. “Sheriff—” you whimper breathlessly. “You shouldn’t kiss a girl like that…”

“I will do more than kissing with you right now, doll—”

“That’s it, such a good girl for me now,” you mewl with every praise leave the alpha’s lips. Lee is not a gentle lover. He holds you down by your shoulders, presses your face into the cushions while he wildly fucks into you. “Fuck, you take me so well, omega.”

“Sheriff,” he speeds up, thrusts hard enough to have you on the edge for the third time within a few minutes. “Please—”

“Say you are mine or you won’t cum,” it’s an empty threat. The moment he had you bare and slid home, he sank his teeth into your mating gland, forced the first of many orgasms out of you.

“’m yours, Sir,” he groans, fingertips dancing over your back. He released you moments ago, but you still press your face into the cushions to muffle your scream. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“Yeah, you’re a good girl, a perfect omega,” his hands grip your waist, hold you impaled on his thick length while his hips drive you toward the next high. “Taking me so well, like one of my favorite prostitutes.”

“I’m not a whore,” he sneers. “LEE!”

“You’re my whore from now on,” he slaps your left thigh, groaning when you clench tightly around him. “Knew you are a kinky slut for your alpha. When I’m done with you, you’ll walk like a whore for a week.”

“YES,” you hiss, body succumbing to his brutal pace. You come again, cry out his name along with profanities, and then, you bite your wrist when Lee shoves his slowly expanding knot as deep as possible into you. “Fuck, I want you to cum inside.”

“Have my knot, whore,” he growls, hips jerking violently. He roars, almost like a feral animal when his knot locks you together and his warmth fills you. “Perfect pussy…”

Three months later…

“I want the couch over there,” you order your alpha around, grin when Lee gives you a dirty look. “If you want me to play your perfect meek omega in public and your whore in the bedroom you’ll do as I say.”

“People like you,” he pants heavily but lifts the couch for you, grunting like an animal. “Matthews won’t win. I am twenty ahead now thanks to my lovely mate and the rumors about our pups on the way.”

You smirk to yourself, hum happily while Lee tries to focus on fulfilling all of your wishes. “I told you he’s got no chance. Now that we are mated I need to talk about something with you.”

“Okay,” he falls onto the couch, wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Shoot me, ‘mega. I got all day to waste on you.”

“I want your sister and her husband gone,” you purr, eyes drifting toward Lee’s growing erection. “And with gone I mean dead.”

“What—” Lee stutters, head snapping upward to meet your cold eyes. “That’s not funny! Sandy is a bitch and I hate her husband, but you can’t say something like that! What has gotten into you?”

“They killed my beloved little brother a year ago,” you get up from your chair to place a bible into Lee’s hand. “My Jamie wanted to come home soon. He was a good boy and would’ve turned into a righteous man. But then, he met your sister and her murderous husband.”

“This is nonsense,” Lee gasps when you sit on the coffee table, holding his gaze. “How can you know it was my sister and her husband?”

“What they didn’t know was that my Jamie loved to take pictures with the old camera I gave him for Christmas. While they drove around, looking for a place to kill my brother, he took pictures when they weren’t looking.”

“How’d you get the pictures if you never saw him again? How can you know my sister was involved?” growling the words Lee leans forward. “Tell me, omega!”

“Jamie somehow knew something was off with his new companions. At least I think he did as he hid the film along with a letter in his bag,” you sniff, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “A few days after my brother got killed a woman called the cops. They found my beloved Jamie in the woods. “

“This doesn’t prove my sister was involved in your brother’s murder, Y/N,” Lee tries to convince you. He doesn’t want to lose his newly mated omega, the one he imagined having pups with. “Y/N, please—”

“We both know your sister and her husband are a piece of shit,” you spat. “You know, shortly after they found my brother, they gave us his duffle bag. They took the camera and the film inside but forgot to check the bible he always carried inside his bag to hide things. Jamie hid the film inside.”

“Film?” Lee swallows thickly when you tell him to open the bible. “Y/N, this is—” choking on his words Lee looks at a picture of his sister and Carl taken from the backseat of their car and another outside, in the woods. “Fuck, Sandy,” he slams the bible shut, looks at you for a second before he gets up to throw the book against the wall.

“I talked to the cops, wanted them to look into my brother’s case again but they refused to help me. What did they say?” you pinch the bridge of your nose, recalling the words the deputy spat into your face. “Ah, yeah! They said my brother’s boyfriend killed him.”

“I-I can’t just kill my sister,” your alpha watches you slowly get up to pick up the bible. “Y/N—omega.”

“It took me almost a year to find out who the people on the pictures are. I went to the police again, but they threatened to arrest me if I ever bug them again so I had to come up with a better plan,” you smirk when Lee looks at you, realizing you planned to become his omega all along.

“What do you want me to do now? I can’t just go out there and kill Sandy and her husband.”

“Well, you can choose to stay sheriff, have a devoted and loving omega by your side and pups on their way, or – you choose your sister and her devious husband,” patting Lee’s cheek you smile softly. “It’s not as if I didn’t like your scent or that I hate our bond. I can be a good omega, love you the way you deserve or, I can go back to my hometown, and you can keep your sister…”

“Aw, how far are you?” you coo, running your hand over Rosie’s belly. She smiles widely, like the whole world just stood still to admire her baby bump.

“Six months,” she finally says, looking at Lee who awkwardly tugs at his tie. “Do you want some too? I heard you and the sheriff are trying for a baby.”

“Oh, we already got lucky,” you hold out your hand, smiling at Lee who nods silently. “We are so happy. Lee got reelected, I’m expecting his pups, and our house is finally finished.”

“That’s great,” Rosie excuses herself, to walk toward her husband, telling you she will talk to you later.

“I bet you are glad you chose wisely,” you run one hand over Lee’s cheek, smiling sweetly. “Let’s go home and I’ll be the best omega for you tonight.”

Lee nods silently when you take his hand to lead him out of the crowded diner. “I never want to talk about Sandy and Carl again.”

“Don’t you worry,” you say. “They are dead and gone to me…dead and gone…”

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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PM666READS - October - Fic Recs

Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose read.

I challenge everyone who sees this to read and Reblog one fic from the list 🤩🥳 tag me if you do.

Life got busy so I didn't read as much as I would have liked. Sorry.

📚 Jamie Lannister

The King Slayer and the Milk Maid - @wonder-cole - Forced marriage. dark fic.

📚 Sam Wilson

Diamonds & Granola Bars - @suitofvibraniumarmor - After Sam has his wisdom teeth taken out, Y/N is there to enjoy the humor of his post-surgery high.

📚Eddie Brock/Venom

Threesome - @charnelhouse - This is so wrong. It’s essentially a threesome. A threesome with an alien symbiote thingy with a really really long tongue. Fuck it.

More - @charnelhouse - Venom/Eddie Brock x F!Reader. Smut. Rough(ish). Overstimulation. Triple Penetration. Two D’s in da V if you know you know. HELP.

Creature from the Black Lagoon - @there-must-be-a-lock - Warnings for, um, tentacles? It’s goddamn Venom smut, you probably know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.

📚Ari Levinson

Cherry Blossom - @cockslut-padalecki - A freak accident involving a thunderstorm, a cherry blossom tree and Y/N’s car, sees a strong, handsome mountain of a man strolling into her life when she least expects it.

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Shower Me In Praise - @angrythingstarlight - Bucky knows what you need after a long week without him.

Beefy Alpha Bucky - @angrythingstarlight - a smutty drabble.

📚@cockslut-padalecki - 11 Sentence Challenge

a collection of smutty drabbles with delicious prompts that everyone crushed = fics for Bucky Barnes, Rick Flag, Ari Levison, Ransom Drysdale, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lee Bodecker, Steve Rogers and Andy Barber by @sofreddie , @syntheticavenger , @there-must-be-a-lock , @lokislastlove, @deanwanddamons, @hoboal87, @sweetlyscared, @letsby, @darkficsyouneveraskedfor, @waywardbaby, @watermelonlipstick, @navybrat817, @thinkinghardhardlythinking and more that I’ve probably forgot, sorry <3

📚 Steve Rogers

My Trouvaille - @amanda-teaches - When you and Steve get stranded in a tiny French town, you take the opportunity to play tourists for the day. Can the fairy tale of Vouvant work its very own magic on the two of you?

Naked - @cockslut-padalecki - Y/N pays Steve a visit to the office.

Hearbeats & Flatlines - @cockslut-padalecki - A special formula created to stop Omegas being claimed creates a world where they have no choice but to obey the limitless and debaucherous whims of any Alpha. The shady corners of the entertainment industry take full advantage and you, an unfortunate victim of this future, work for pittance just to get by. Rival gangs. Omegas without rights. Alphas without morals. No consequences. The only way out is death. That is until the fantasy of true mates becomes apparent that it’s not as much of a myth as you once thought, and maybe there is an alternative way out after all.

📚Dean Winchester

Into The Unknown - @deanwanddamons - Dean is desperate to get laid. Will his hunters instincts betray him?

Sweet Cheeks - @avanatural - Y/N occasionally hunts with the Winchesters. Dean has been wanting to make a move on her for a while now, and he could have sworn that she’s into him as well. But what happens when Dean finds out that his brother has a crush on her, too?

Innuendo - @alleiradayne - If you asked Castiel, something was definitely wrong with Dean. Of that, he had no doubt. Whatever bothered him, Castiel also knew that if he were to get to the bottom of it, he must tread lightly. Press too hard on Dean Winchester and he’d bottle up tighter than the lid on a pickle jar. But when the possibility of a hunt distracts them, Castiel is forced to put his concerns aside and focus on the task at hand. Unfortunately for them both, the case reveals far more about themselves than they ever anticipated.

Green Is My Favorite Color - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

Her Protector - @deanwanddamons - Y/N and Dean decide to have an evening watching horror films.

Mirror, Mirror - @thinkinghardhardlythinking - Choose your own Winchester and have sex with them whilst looking a mirror

Demon Blade - @there-must-be-a-lock - “Using the demon knife to subdue demon!Dean + pegging.”

Again & Again - @wonder-cole - She went on a hunt to bring him back. It went wrong - very wrong.

Still Magic - @padalelli - Dean Winchester, warm laundry, cheesy pick-up line, and dinner, but not necessarily in that order.

Always You & Me - @deanwinchesterswitch - Dean needs a little assist when things take a turn with you/Y/N/the reader.

📚Sam Winchester

Just My Imagination - @wonder-cole - Sam wakes up in a strange place.

#PM666READS #recs #fic recs #pm666reads #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Eddie Brock #Venom #Jamie Lannister #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Ari Levinson

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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The Nanny Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, food, corrupt cop, mentions of prostitution/smut, implied age gap (reader is in her 20s), cursing, mentions of serial killers/murder, mutual pining,

Summary:

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

A/N: I got inspired re-watching one of my favorite shows and I want to know if anyone else gets the reference I’m using! If I missed anything I should include as a warning that I missed please let me know! This is also unedited!

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Your shoulders tensed listening to the radio in the morning. Sitting on your ottoman, you were painting your nails, using the coffee table as your nail station. It was a really bright morning, and you had the curtains pulled open to draw in light. Julie frantically rushed between her room and the bathroom getting ready for her shift at the diner. The newest single from The Beach Boys was playing through the little counter top radio, but at the top of the hour, the melodies playing through the speaker changed to the news. The top story of the morning was chilling.

“Jules,” you said, calling her over hesitantly, putting the cap back on the bottle of polish. “Come listen to this.”

She scurried out of her room while working to tie her apron in the back, and then she stood next to where you sat to listen to the story on the news. The color drained from her face as you both listened to the reporter describe the horrific scene that was under investigation early this morning.

Roy Laferty was an evangelical preacher whose body washed up by the lake very early that same morning. The news report talked about the police investigation, and also disclosed his wife Helen, is also reported missing. They are looking into the disappearance of Helen, as well as opening a full investigation on Laferty’s murder. They also urge individuals with any information regarding the two to call the Sheriff’s department and to provide a statement.

“That’s horrifying,” you mumble, shocked as you try to process the news. Julie nods in agreement but strangely doesn’t seem nearly as affected by the news as you.

“It’s happening again,” she mutters, obviously concerned but her lack of surprise worries you.

“What do you mean again?” you ask.

“There was a string of unexplained murders, all men, like this newest one,” Julie explained, “This was all over the news like two years ago- can’t believe you hadn’t heard about it.” All you could do was shrug; this was all new to you. “Obviously, there was nothing linking their deaths, but there were these five killings a couple of years ago that are still unsolved. There’s no evidence, but the town rumors it was like a serial killer or something. Nothing is confirmed, of course, just a story.”

“What makes people think it was all the same person?” you ask, hesitantly.

“All the people were always the same type,” she shrugs, “Men all in their 20s and 30s. Again, there’s nothing linking them all together. It’s just talk.”

You clicked off the radio, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Julie patted your shoulder, comfortingly but she had to go on with her day. So did you, and you almost her ability to move about the apartment almost unfazed by the news. You suppose it makes sense, her growing up here she’s probably used to it. You didn’t have the experience or the thick skin she had.

You had decided to go to the library, still preoccupied by the news segment as well as the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff. You spent the better half of the morning looking at the library’s archives of old newspapers. You wanted to read more about the unsolved cases Julie had told you about, so there you sat for several hours looking through the microfilm reader. You even stumbled upon articles that featured the Sheriff.

There he was plain as day on the front page when it was announced he had won the election the first time he ran several years back. You couldn’t help but notice the changes in his appearance and demeanor compared to the man you keep running into. He was a little slimmer, and he looked a lot happier, a little fuller of life, you decided was a good way to explain it. His smile was wider, and you could see the difference in his eyes as well. It was seeing how he was before the stress of the job began to take its heavy toll. He had on the same leather jacket as well, you were fairly certain, even though the one in the photograph hung a little looser.

You continued to skim through articles, piecing your way through the history of Knockemstiff. Little articles in black and white that persevered the history of this dark little town. You were beginning to realize this backwater town was a lot more tangled and complex than you originally believed. It was a tangled history, riddled with crime and unclosed cases, that people seem to have either forgotten or choose to ignore for their own sake. Your mind wandered back to the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff and him being corrupt. You wonder how much of what you read about linked back to him. Though you imagine if he has any sort of political connection, which a man like him must have, the things he was involved in probably didn’t even make it into the paper. The thought made you physically shiver.

You put the large leather portfolios of archives you took and put them back into their proper place on the self chronologically. You grabbed your sweater from the back of your chair, and pushed the chair back into place. Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was only just one in the afternoon. You decided to head down to the diner and grab a bite, and also visit Julie during her second shift. It was a short walk from the library to the diner. Everywhere felt like a short walk here, probably because everything in downtown was not much bigger than a few blocks. The majority of people lived far from the center of town, on their own land and farms.

The little bell on the door rang when you stepped in and Julie waved at you from behind the counter and pointed for you to grab an empty table in her section. You put your bag on the table and took a seat. It was a fairly busy time, most people who worked at the surrounding businesses coming in for their lunch break. Julie brought you over a coffee and then said she’d be back to chat when she got to take her five.

Lee hadn’t been able to go home since the phone call. The symptoms of his hangover were worsening and he was growing more irritable. His five o’clock shadow was still evident on his tired face and his head was pounding. He tried his best to just power through it but the sound of anyone trying to talk to him just made his ears ring.

After leaving the scene, he had to stop by his office and then he was on the phone for the better part of an hour fielding calls from frantic citizens not only of Knockemstiff but also Meade, where Laferty was from. Despite how horribly he felt, he tried his best to keep his temper level and just reassure people he had things under control. He was losing his patience.

He opened up his desk drawer and grabbed his bottle of asprin. Empty. He threw it into the small waste bin and got up abruptly grabbing his jacket off the hook and storming out. He didn’t tell anyone he was leaving and he didn’t care. It was a short walk to the drugstore from the station and he wouldn’t be five minutes. He just needed to do something to stop his head from hurting.

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” the pharmacist greeted when he walked in. He nodded his head upwards briefly to reply without having to talk. He just needed to get in and out. She went back to whatever she was working on when he came in, and he browsed the aisles for what he needed. After paying and walking out, he glanced in the direction of the diner when he was crossing the street. There you were, again. Sitting alone and chatting with the waitress that was refilling your coffee.

He let out a heavy sigh, and then continued walking. He didn’t want you to see him like this, hungover, unshaved, wrinkled uniform and heavy undereye bags from his lack of sleep. You looked- well, Lee thought you were the prettiest thing he’s seen in a while, maybe ever. There was something about you he couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was just because you weren’t from here. You were a fresh face, and not ruined by this town. There was a sweetness and an innocence in how you talked to him, because you didn’t know him like the rest of people here did. He liked that.

Even when he left the station for the day, he couldn’t even go home yet. He had a meeting at the bar with one of Brown’s lackeys. He was just supposed to collect his cut so he couldn’t imagine it would take long, but he was still annoyed. Stepping into the bar he looked around as he took off his hat. It was a little more crowded tonight then when he was here last. The red curtain was closed and his eyes lingered there for a moment before directing his attention to the man he recognized who was waving him over.

“Sheriff,” the man greets and Lee slides into the booth across from him.

“Hayward,” he replies. Without even needing to order, the bartender comes over bringing them a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

“You ever go back there?” Hayward asks, watching as a girl came out and brought a man behind the curtain who had been waiting at the bar.

“No,” Lee scoffs.

“They are amazing,” Hayward says, almost giddy. Lee feels sympathy towards the poor woman who had to take care of him. Lee doesn’t acknowledge the statement and just empties his glass and begins to pour himself a second.

“So, my cut?” Lee asks. Hayward frowns and goes into the breast pocket of his sports coat and pulls out an envelope of cash.

“You aren’t getting full,” the man says when Lee cocks a brow at the thinness of the envelope.

“Still?” Lee asks, pissed. Hayward nods. Lee’s jaw clenches.

“You didn’t keep things tidy on your end,” Hayward reminds him, “You got one job. Keep the cops out of our territory. We had two cruisers drive through last week. The only reason you’re getting anything at all is cause you managed to keep your people off us when we did the exchange with Deckard’s crew.”

The man finishes his drink, and then slaps the empty glass on the table. He pulls out his own envelope, which is much thicker than Lee’s and drops down more than enough for the drinks. He chuckles condescendingly and tells the Sheriff to get a dance. Fuck that. Lee takes the extra money and plans to just put it right in his pocket and go home. He finishes his third scotch and suddenly his headache was back. He felt worse than he did earlier today.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” a feminine voice asks, making him break his line of thought. He looks to his side and he recognizes her as one of the girls he sees bringing men to the back room, behind the velvet curtain. He shakes his head, and instead of leaving him alone, she slides into the booth next to him. Her hand grazes over his thigh. “You seem awful tense, Sheriff,” she says and then bites her lip.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted. He knows she doesn’t actually want him, and it’s just an attempt to get him to spend money in the backroom. If he doesn’t focus his already hazing vision, maybe she could vaguely remind him of you. He can’t do it, but he wants to. Her hand moves up his leg and he pulls away. He adjusts his pants and she shrugs.

“Maybe next time then,” she winks before walking away. He rests his head back on the vinyl seat and sighs. He grabs his hat and jacket, leaving before he changes his mind. “Ask for Cherry when you come in, yeah?” she calls when he walks out.

You are just everywhere. You’re in his head and he doesn’t even know you. He needs to sleep, desperately, and part of him in the back of his mind hopes you’ll be there. When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember.

“Have you heard about the Church fundraiser coming up?” Julie asks. You shake your head. “It’s a pretty big deal here. Everyone participates.”

“What is it?” you ask, kicking off your slippers so you can sit crisscross on the couch.

“Bid-On-A-Basket,” she says casually, like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Never heard of it,” you reply, “It sounds fun. What is it?”

“All us single gals put together a picnic basket with everything for a lunch,” she explains, “and then all the eligible bachelors bid on the basket and a date with the girl who made it. Last year, the dreamiest guy, Bill Whittier, bought mine- it’s so fun. Me and Bill didn’t work out but it was a good time.”

“I don’t know anyone here,” you say hesitantly.

“Perfect way to get a date then,” she teases. You bite your lip. You aren’t sure about this.

“And what if some creep is the highest bidder?” you counter.

“You get a bad date story for your next date?” she poses. “Please,” she begs, “It’s for a good cause, all the money this year is going to help the Sunday school.”

“What if no one bids on it?” You rebut.

“Look at yourself,” she scoffs, “you’ll get bids. Trust me.” You roll your eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” you say finally. She smirks, completely planning to wear you down.

“Remember it’s for the kids,” she reasons, “It wouldn’t hurt to go and participate.”

“I said I’ll think about it,” you laugh.

Time passes and soon enough you get another call from Sandy, and you are suddenly back to taking care of Valerie. You had missed her, a lot actually. You definitely have gotten attached to her, and you think you’ve grown on her too. Sandy was vague this time for how long they’d be gone, but since the previous time went so smoothly, you didn’t worry about it.

About a week after Sandy and Carl left this time, there was another disturbing news report. You were sitting on the floor, changing Valerie and you had the television playing softly in the background. The news told the story of another body, this time found in the woods off of the highway. You finish changing the baby and hold her close, her little chin resting on your shoulder as you watch the news story. It was just like Julie had talked about. Another man, thirty years old. He was shot and his body abandoned. You jump at the knock at the front door.

You peep through the curtains, and you see the Sheriff waiting on the front porch. You wonder if he knows you’re there. Part of you almost wishes he knows it you here and he wanted to see you. It’s incredibly stupid on your part and you know better, but nonetheless, part of you hoped he came here for you. Very stupid. With Valerie on your hip, you open the door.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says walking into the house. He stops in front of you and presses a kiss to Valerie’s forehead and she squeals happily seeing Lee. You close the door with your foot. “May I?” he asks, and opens his arms. You agree, based on Valerie’s reactions to him whenever she sees him. He takes her in his arms, and she starts playing with his tie. He loosens it so she can play with it and not choke him.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” you ask. He reacts in a way in a way you can’t really read, but you don’t press.

His mind just goes back to the woman a couple weeks back in the brothel who asked him the same thing, and that his mind immediately had gone to you. He just clears his throat and snaps himself out of that thought process.

“Um, I just came by to see Sandy,” he says, “But I can fathom a guess that she’s not here?”

“Excellent deduction,” you joke, and he smirks. Valerie has his tie in her mouth and is covering it in drool. He doesn’t even seem to care.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod. “You looked a little scared when you answered.”

“Just watching the news before you showed up is all,” you explain, “They were talking about how there was another man found dead.”

“Ain’t got nothing to worry about,” he says, “We’re on top of it. I’m on my way over there now.”

“Can I ask you something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course, darling.”

“My friend, you probably know her- Julie Grady.”

“Yeah, nice kid,” he says, listening but gently pulling his tie from Valerie’s grasp. She starts playing with the flap of the pocket of his jacket.

Kid. You almost grimace. That’s right. Of course, Lee would view someone your age that way. You weren’t. You chastise yourself for even caring, but you decide to continue. You shouldn’t care how he sees you.

“Yeah- well, she told me there have been others,” you continue, “I also read up about it, just the newspapers at the library- but she said people thought it was some kind of serial killer… I just, I want to know what you think.”

“I don’t think know,” he answers honestly, a little taken aback, not expecting you to approach him with something this serious. “I doubt it,” he explains, “Serial killers stay close to home. Now those cases you read about, and these two we are looking at- they sound close together but logistically, they aren’t really. Two of those unsolved were in completely different states- just like this new one.”

“So, no traveling serial killer?” you chuckle, trying to sound lighthearted. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Most people like that stay in one area,” Lee explains, “They work jobs, they have a home, you know? They tend to stay near where they live.”

“That makes me feel much better,” you answer honestly.

“You got nothing to worry about, and that’s a promise,” he grins, although he supposes coming from him that probably doesn’t mean much. Regardless, it makes you smile.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” you offer again. He bites his lip, taking a moment to think.

“Sandy keeps a bag of candy in her cabinet,” he says, walking into the kitchen with you following close behind. He passes Valerie off to you and he chuckles under his breath at the state of his tie. He reaches up in the cabinet and pulls down a brown paper bag, filled with taffies and chocolates.

Something about this man who has a whole time scared of him playing with his niece and then stealing sweets from the cupboard is something you find so strangely endearing. He unwraps one of the brightly colored taffies and then puts the bag in his pocket.

“I gotta go,” he announces, “let me know if you hear from Sandy, yeah?”

“Of course,” you reply.

“Gonna head out to that scene, and do my report,” he discloses, not really sure why he’s telling you. “Then I have a meeting at the rectory about that fundraiser thing. Figure out security.”

“They need security at Bid-On-A-Basket?” you ask, with an eyebrow raised. He smiles.

“You going?” he asks, flirtatiously.

“Just seems weird to have police at a Church thing.”

“There’s been stupid fights,” he shrugs, “some guy will get outbid and cause a fuss. Nothing serious. Probably just gonna be me and a deputy in case. You going?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” you say sheepishly. “Why?”

He walks towards the front door, and you follow seeing him out.

“Cause I gotta know if I’ll be bidding on a basket,” he winks.

“You gonna start a fight if you don’t win it?” you joke.

“If it’s yours? Absolutely, darling.”

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please-buckme · 3 years

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A Broken Heart.

Chapter 1

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing

Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.

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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3

The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.

You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.

Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.

You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.

After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.

She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.

Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.

As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.

“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.

“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.

“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.

You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“

Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.

“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.

The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.

The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.

The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.

Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.

One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.

“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.

“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”

Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.

“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.

You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.

“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.

“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”

“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.

“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”

Here we go.

“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.

“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.

They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.

“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”

Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.

“May 21st”

Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”

“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.

“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.

Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.

“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.

“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.

“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.

“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.

“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”

“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“

“A tough position?” You repeated.

“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”

Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.

“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.

You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.

“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”

“Y/n, I-“

“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”

Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.

Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.

Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.

There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.

There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?

To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.

When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.

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summary: Even a bad man can have his weaknesses. Pairing: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x black!reader ao3 warnings: Stockholm syndrome, murder, infidelity, past dub non-con(rape), sex work, domestic abuse, mention of racism, the use of the word ‘colored’. (heed these warnings). a/n: this differs from the Devil All The Time. Sandy, and Lee are still alive. title by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor . do not repost my works.

White Cow Diner, 1965

The sign hangs high near the diner, piped day-glo red glass tubing shaped as a cow --- on a six-foot pole. It emits a low, dulcet hum hovering the incoming vehicle, bright headlights turn off as the sheriff’s car parks on the diner’s lot.

A gruff groan lingers in the air, as the driver’s door swings open; the soles of his feet a bit sore, scratching at his soft plump belly.

Groggily rubs his eye by the heel of his palm, a yawn stretches from his pink lips, bones aching for his bed. A long day, and yet instead of finishing off the day with a night’s rest, he has to shovel through knee-high shit with Leroy.

Trekking towards the diner, weary eyes glance up at the glass windows, a glimmer of rich brown hair peeks through the shine of the window --- a pitter-patter of his heart flutters.

An excited step to his walk now, but grogginess still settles like a weight on him.

The hung bell rings against the swing of the door, alerting staff of his presence, stiffening his pose upright despite the ache at his tailbone.

Leisurely, but firm steps, the leather soles dully squeaks against the grimy flooring, nearing the familiar booth that is clouded by cigarette smoke.

“My boy, my boy.” A gruff voice perks up, not even turning around to see who’s daring to come near him, cause he already knows; Leroy has been waiting.

“Leroy.” Lee acknowledges curtly, gripping the empty steel chair that awaited across the booth table, a flicker of falling cigarette ash catches his eye. Peering through his lashes, Lee’s heart races, thumping against his chest.

Time comes slow now, tenderly, and sweet, blushing pink at his plump cheeks.

A shiny crimson lips curls into a tiny grin, the cherry stained end of the smoke perked between slender fingers, bronze skin glimmers under the cafe bulbs; coiled curls bounce at the shoulders.

Adorning soft onyx cocktail dress that clung to bare shoulders, stretches around her venus belt --- the lace heaves against the bounce of perky breasts.

Slyly Lee pinches his wedding band between his fingertips, whisking it off his finger, and pocketing it --- away from her sight. The bubbled world Lee created with you, the makeshift walls of safety wielded by illicit secrecy, and an unexpected bond.

Seated in a huff, as Leroy feast upon his plate, cutlery clanking softly against the ceramic plate, “Sit,” gesturing to the empty seat across the table the tip of the knife, “This won’t take long.”

Lee with a silent huff walks, discreetly watching you through his lashes, his back glides against the red leather seat, making sure that he sits in a perfect alignment of your seat, near the glass window.

Small tip of your pink tongue peeks through your lip teasingly, as the cigarette gracefully burns slowly between your fingertips.

“Sheriff.” Voice dripping sweet honey, inviting. He greets you back with a charming lull of your name, he undresses you with those steel menacing eyes, salivating at the mouth at the sight of your perky tits, how beautiful your smooth umber curls bounce at the chest.

“My boy, have you handled your sister already?” He spoke between bites. Not bothering to acknowledge Lee, keeping his eyes glued on his food, as the silver knife cut through the tender meat, slathering it with mashed potatoes.

Leroy grunts ungraciously, biting down a disgusted snarl at the barbaric groan as the fork hits Leroy’s mouth. Leroy’s uncouth table manners can be revolting; he often mulls on how you could handle this pig for all these years.

Lee grunts low under his breath, ‘my boy’ Lee nearly snarls, his canines nibble on his bottom lip from curling in a snark. My boy, demeaning him in such nonchalance, nose looking down, his thumb crushing Lee.

“Yeah ---” Lee straightens himself, his broad shoulders stiffens at sharp pain mariets up his spine from the tailbone, tension digs its claws in him, and bearing Leroy riding on his ass these days just fueling his aches.

“I sorted it out.” A waitress came by handing down a chilled glass of water for Lee, he mutters a ‘thanks’ with a weak smile.

A soft tickle fondles against his leg alerts him, and he nearly purrs in his throat, pausing down a gulp, as his calloused fingers grip tighter on the cup.

Polished toes kicked off your heels, caressing the curve of his leg, tantalizing as it trickled down to the slope of his ankle, sneakily wandering underneath the hem of his pants. Lee knows what you’re doing, it’s your way of comforting him --- displays of affection always in secret.

Pacifying him, lulling him, reminding him that it’s okay, he’s okay --- where he can melt just in her hands, where he can shed his skin, either taking his bruising touch tearing your body, consuming your soul and body, or where you can flux the troubles from his body.

He swears that only in your arms, he can feel he can be clean, his flesh free from the stains of his sins.

It wasn’t always like this though …

“Leroy! Phone for you!” Bobo gruffly shouts from across the diner, seated at the counter, waving the black rotary clutched in his meaty palm.

Leroy grunts, dully clanking the utensils on the plate, snorting indigently, he grips a handful of your thigh in his hand, a firm squeeze, “I’ll be back, baby.”

He leans to the side, body gliding for his lips on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your bare skin, nibbling --- skin crawling, but a lip-tight smile is all you give him.

Bile nearly rises in Lee’s mouth, at the gross display of affection --- Leroy can’t provide affection, only acts of possession.

Silence fell upon you both --- nowhere near tense, comfortable. Finally in a space, where it’s safe for his eyes to fall on you, gawking, admiring.

Hooded cat eyes flutter at him, as two fingers bring the cigarette to your lips, inhaling deeply as the nicotine coats your lungs; never taking your eyes off of him. Cerulean eyes peer over the rim of glass, gulping down his thirst.

“How are you, Sheriff?” Gasper smoke blows gently through your lips, umber oculus slowly gazes up and down on his body, his belly strains against his uniform, your tongue licks as if the cat got the cream, sneaking a glance at the golden band on his left palm, puckering your lips in displeasure.

Titling your head to the side, mischief fueling the jealousy. “How’s the wife?” A faux chirp in your tone, poking at him, flicking the torn that lodges in his side that he calls a wife.

Lee rolls his eyes, with a scoff, and a sarcastic smirk. Cocking his head to the side, shaking his head as if trying to wipe out any memory of his wife. “A bore.”

His nose flares hungrily, the blue in his eyes flashes steely, an arch of his eyebrow, enjoying this little game you do, coy, and bashful.

You click your tongue, shrugs, “That’s too bad,” stubbing out the burnt end of your cig on your plate, flickering your fingertips from any ash remnants.

“Little misses don't put out?” Laxly crossing your arms against your breasts, leaning back against the seat in amusement, “She doesn’t purr for you, Sheriff?” You whisper breathlessly, enticing him.

Your foot slithers from his pants, dancing it’s way up his leg, seeking out what you’ve been dying to taste for the last few days.

Painstakingly long three days, caught up to the neck with work, swamped with Leroy’s bullshit, and a wife back home who doesn’t appreciate him.

Lee growls under his breath, his breathing getting labored as your foot toys with the meat of his thigh, and tickles for his zipper.

He cradles the curve of your bare heel in his palm, as the tips of your toes massage his clothed groin; toying with his zipper, relishing in the sensation of thin cloth layering from boxers to pants to hardening girth.

Lee bears his teeth down on his lip, gnawing and stifling a throaty groan. Lee sneaks a glance at your carmine nails, and every fiber of his being just wants to kiss the tips of your toes. How the shine of red glints underneath the lit bulbs ever so tantalizing --- he muses to himself that you indeed have the cutest toes.

“No, she doesn’t purr, doesn’t even touch me, to scratch me.” Lee hisses through his teeth, continuing to fondle you under the table.

“Oh --- poor Sheriff, you must be so lonely.” Mewling as you lean forward graciously, giving Lee a nice view of your plunging neckline.

The pad of his thumb caresses small circular rubs on your top-foot, and his calloused fingers glide against the smooth terrain of your ankle --- back and forth Lee strokes your skin as your feet massage him.

Shamelessly, as Lee fondles you underneath the table, he undresses you with his eyes. Lee’s crystalline hues darken, his brows shadowing so menacingly vuglar, a quick flick of his brow --- ever so cocky, so smug.

“Ever so lonely.” His voice lowers an octave, inviting, and husky.

You clench your thighs together, rubbing, trying to gain some friction, to subdue the flood in your panties; the white silk pair, Lee’s absolute favorite.

Lee salviates akin to a rabid dog every-time to see your umber skin against the snowy undies. How slippery the silk glissade against your sticky tuft of hair, a subtle role of the hips.

Unrelenting, you spread your toes a bit to dig more down on his cock, you feel him harden in his entire thick girth underneath the curve of your foot.

Pulsating veins against cotton, your bee-stung lips pucker in satisfaction at Lee’s resolve nearly crumbling at the seams. He grips at your foot, a stern warning. You snicker under your breath at how his chubby cheeks puff out as Lee huffed --- like a precious pufferfish.

“Meow.”

A breathy whisper, you arch your knee upwards, leaning more weight on his cock, Lee looks as if he’s going to implode. Leroy’s gruff voice nears accompanied by a slamming phone, heavy footfalls is your cue to stop, removing your foot off of Lee, despite his protest.

“Goddamn,” Leroy slumps down on his seat, cranking his neck, as your body turns frigid, stiff beside him; Lee discreetly fixes himself under the table.

“Back to your sister, I better not hear some shit again about your sister whoring herself.” Leroy resumed his meal, not even regarding Lee, nor his feelings, just blatantly called his sister a whore --- he wasn’t concerned about Sandy’s prostituting herself, he just didn’t want it in public’s ears.

Bile rose in your throat, “Now Leroy, I wouldn’t call her that. Everyone has to eat, even I used to ---” He glanced over his shoulder, throwing daggers at your skull, your voice trails into silence.

Leroy hums in satisfaction at the act of submission, his stare is unnerving, unwavering, “I know she’s your friend, but,” he leans closer, eyes now into narrow slits, you swallow harshly, leaning away from him, “the men are talking.”

You nod just once, eyes casted down, as Lee’s fists clenched tightly under the table, ready to sock him in the mouth.

Leisure chews, Leroy reluctantly looks away, laxly pointing at you with his jagged knife over his shoulder, “Women, always got something to say.” He breathes a chuckle, glances at Lee, who’s entire body is pained, keeps it all in stride with a crooked smile.

You knew, and Lee knew, for that little outburst, you will meet the end of Leroy’s hand --- for speaking out against him.

Polished fingers fiddle and tug anxiously against your lap, clenching your jaw, attempting to control your breathing --- morbid images of just grabbing the meat-stained knife and stabbing it into his jugular, spurts of ichor spills from the gash, spilling, and painting over your fingers; painting the white fabric maroon.

Lee forces a small snicker, muttering, “Yeah, women are always a bit chatty.” Leroy grunts low in agreement. A quick glance your way, you can see through his lashes, his eyes are soft and apologetic, and you knew he had to play his part, and so did you.

A pinching pain boils at the nape of your neck, opting for a smoke, you dig into your bag, in search of your Camels.

The pad of your thumb swiftly flicks the zippo, the flame ignites with a satisfying click. “In no time, you’ll be elected again. Like these hicks know any better.” Leroy jabs once more, as Lee’s fist coils into fists at his thighs.

Knuckles crack dully, his fingernails digging crescent moon cuts into his palms.

You stare out into the window, mindlessly staring at Lee’s car, thinking to yourself that you wish you can go home with Lee tonight.

---

Leaning against the hood of Leroy’s car, on your second smoke, waiting on Leroy to finish up in the cafe; another call from his illicit dealings.

One arm tucked under your other, as you nurse your smoke between your fingers, the vaporized nicotine lingers in the air --- resting near your lips.

Water-logged eyes stare into nothingness, slipping into mindless day-dream; a small reprieve from Leroy’s claws.

Distant footfalls step over gravel nears, you knew who it was --- a small smile curls. Tilting your head a bit, peering through your lashes, Lee waltz towards you, palms tucked in his pockets --- the moonlight melts into streaks of his leather jacket, his eyes are like glimmering crystals.

Lee plucks the camel from your fingers, pinched between his thumb and index; between his lips, he inhales it deeply, flooding his lungs with nicotine, his eyes never left yours.

Shyly, you smile, hiding a little behind your shoulder --- that smoldering minx is subdued, she’s tired -- it’s just you.

Smoke fogs from his nostrils, “Bunny,” his voice soft, a whisper, throwing the cig on the floor, snuffing it with his shoe, as he towers over you.

Weak hands bent against your tummy, as your arms unravel from each other, your bum glides smoothly against the car, lured by his body heat.

Lee checks over his shoulder quickly, making sure through the open windows that Leroy was still distracted.

Lee’s arms open, his leather jacket is open, he pulls you by the waist,

He was never like this.

Lee never felt tenderness towards another woman. Jagged, battered --- gruff man who was birthed into violence, and poverty.

Molded by the absence of a father --- who left lingering stains of pain, a sordid town that devours its residents --- a black hole.

For years, he only sought out to take care of himself, developed into a man by hardship, violence, by his bad deeds in the vain of survival, a rebellious mouthy baby sister who won’t admit it, but always looks up to him for guidance --- filth teaches filth.

With you --- you handle his aggressiveness with care, an energy that matches with his --- emotionally and physically. A spit-fire, that can spat, and fight; yet touch him with tenderness.

No, he was never like this.

This odd passion blossomed violently --- with gnawing teeth, and filthy palms.

A inky night, the only witnesses was God and the bare full moon --- it was months ago, a night when Lee was feeling lonely, seeking hollow companionship.

Driving in his cruiser that night, with only one destination on his mind --- it should’ve been home, but it wasn’t. His wife's plain face should have flashed before his eyes --- but she didn’t.

The Tecumseh bar.

A saloon for degenerates and loners --- a backroom with young girls, or as Leroy likes to call them, his little cheap chippies.

Work has been strenuous, his back aching even more, idiot deputies --- his mouth yearns for a drink, just one drink; and if he can’t have any liquor, there’s only two options that can satiate him: candy, and pussy.

With a harsh streak of the wheels, Lee parked his car in the lot --- on edge, and with a tent forming at his trousers. Menacing brow twitches, as he treks with a hasty step, the clicks of his shoes against the cement --- barrels through the bar, catching sight of his reflection in the massive mirror-backed mahogany bar.

The dingy glass blurs his vision for a moment, sneaking a glance at the bar, he saw his sister cleaning the wooden counter.

He whistles at her, with a curt call of her name, catching her attention, with a quick glance, blonde bangs kisses her lashes; her palm halts, and grips the wet rag, she rolls her eyes.

“Hiya big brother ---” a curling smirk, “aren’t you supposed to be home?” Sandy resumes to cleaning the bar, maintaining her eye-contact. With his hands at his hips, Lee struts closer to the bar, chin high.

Sandy sucks her teeth, “Nuh-huh, no drinking. I had enough of Jane riding my ass, and you gotta drive home.” A harsh wag of her finger, scolding him.

Dismissing her warning, Sandy strains the rag between her hands, swatting the damp cloth at his arm, with a low ‘get’ under her breath.

Flinching his arms away, as if he’s a dog, earning a growl from Lee. Bickering since childhood, she loves to poke, and tease at him --- but, the mere thought of Lee getting into harm’s way sends a frightening jolt to her heart.

“You know why I’m here.” Lee huskily spoke, thick, and desperate; angling his chin.

Sandy sighs, “Of course, you’re here for that.” She shakes her head dejectedly at him, pointing at the backroom across the bar, “Some girls are still here, but most of em’ has gone home.” Sandy clicks her tongue at him, as he hastily speeds off. “And if Jane asks, I never saw you!”

“Love you too, baby sis’.” Without even turning around, Lee waves her over his shoulder, as he makes a bee-line to the private rooms.

A burly bodyguard stands guard at the door, his arms crossed against his chest, his dark hair cascade against his eyes, his prominent stubbled jaw clenches, glaring down on Lee, looking his nose down on him --- but he holds his tongue, letting Lee walk by, knowing that Leroy would have his ass.

Lee is an asset for Leroy --- touch that pawn, and he’ll hand his ass on a plate.

A smug smirk curls on Lee’s plump cheeks, as he proudly waltzes through the entrance, slithering through the curtain. With a smug gait, Lee treks down the dim narrow hall --- a glow of fushia beams overhead in a fleeting corona upon him.

A clean hallway, Lee has been here many times before, to the point of muscle memory,

Door after door, through some doors he can hear breathy girlish moans, and grunts --- his fingers fiddled as he tried to find an open one, his cock impatiently growing harder by the second, fueled by the filthy cadence.

Lee’s feet halt, twirl on his soles, standing directly in-front of one door --- painted a soft hue of magenta, he has seen this one before, but usually during his prior visits, a pretty dame would tug him in her room, with sweet hollow promises of a good night.

The significance of the door slowly creeps into his mind with realization, it was known this was the only door Leroy would venture to. Lee asked one time, his tone filled with mirf, and amusement, he was with one of the girls in her room --- can’t recall her name.

A bit dim-witted, but she was nice. ‘The only one.’ she spoke with a giggle. Saying that she was the first one, that she holds a special part in Leroy’s rotted heart.

‘What’s so special? Just another cunt on his garter belt.’

He leans in, the shell of his ear against the wooding --- nothing. Just silence, his knuckles rap against the door --- silence. A few seconds, and he hears soft steps near the door, he could’ve sworn he heard a despondent sigh.

A click of the knob, the door swings to reveal one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen --- an aura of mystique, yet an air of innocence, soft bodice, lips donning a baby pink.

A silk robe drapes over your legs, low cut cleavage revealing plump breasts, your knee slipping from the silk cut.

“Hello there.” There’s a glimmer of surprise in your eye, but you play it off.

You weren’t sultry as Bettie Page in those stag reels, nor ethereal like Marsha Hunt --- but there’s something. Natural beauty that enraptured him. Lee clears his throat, as his oceanic hues drink your body; you grab his arm, and gently pull inside the room.

There was a velvet lavender love-seat that glows under the lit lamp, the wallpaper was a soft hue of faded pink, and a massive bed of satin sheets --- the bedding looked creamy against the lighting. Stepping backwards, your kind hands tug on his arms, leading him to the bed.

“So --- what’s the Sheriff doing knockin’ on my door?”

“Curiosity.” A soft shrug.

You hum low, your eyes are alluring, lashes ever so gently flutter, as you lean back on your elbows.

“Curious cat wants the cream.” You titter with a breathy giggle, tilting your head. Lee’s thumbs loop through his belt, fingertips grazing for the hook.

Ready to fuck, balls tensing at the sight of you, as your thighs rub against each other, one leg sweeps over the other.

With haste, Lee begins to unbuckle his belt, it flops on the floor with a dull thump --- you interrupted, you pinch his zipper with your fingertips, popping his pant buttons.

Slithering palms inside the trousers, groping his hardening cock, “Oh, big boy.” Your eyes widen up at him.

A cocky smirk, Lee’s chest puffs up, as you stroke his ego. But your palm was going too slow, Lee grabs you by the throat, making you wheeze, “I like it rough.”

Scratching at his wrist, “Now suck me off.” Yanking you down by his grip, you fall off the bed, kneeling eye-level by his crotch.

Your breath becomes a bit ragged by his harsh touch, speechless to say anything.

“Go on,” he grips just a little tighter, “it ain’t gonna suck itself.” Eyes teary, you utter a weak okay. His cock swelled, curving slightly, slowly parting your lips more; he takes this as his cue.

With no warning, he plunges his cock in your mouth, hitting your throat; gagging sloppily on him, he groans at the tight sensation.

Cum pools from your bottom lip, coating your chin shiny, your open palms hit the meat of his thighs; trying to heave off your mouth, to alleviate breath into your lungs. But he’s not having it --- smack.

Stunning you, Lee’s hips halt, “Don’t move.” His fingers sought, and bruised the curve of your jawline. “If you do that again, I’m gonna pin you down, and fuck ya’ mouth.”

Smack --- another one assaulting your other cheek, “I said do you understand?” His voice lowers huskily, menacingly, you nodded as the hot pain spread through the flesh, nestling to your jaw and throat.

How his true colors appeared within seconds, it nearly gave you whiplash; he’s no different from the other men you entertain.

Rough, mean, and bullish. Enjoys the manhandling of defenseless women --- especially women who have no choice but to bend over backwards for the unholy dollar; to keep a roof over their heads.

Lee kept assaulting your mouth, debauched groans emit from his lips, as his fingers that were curled around the makeshift ponytail of your hair; guiding your mouth over him.

His balls slap against your shiny chin, a shudder of disgust coils at the back of your throat. A frustrated snarl emitted from Lee.

His fingers grip your hair at the roots, pulling your head back, “I’m not gonna cum in ya’ mouth, that pussy is callin’ my name.” Harshly guiding you by his iron grip, Lee throttled you to the bed.

Fear bubbling at the throat, you tried to crawl away, but Lee’s palm caught your ankle, tugging you back into place.

A swat on your ass earning scorching heat to engulf your ass cheek, that trickled to your tailbone. “Stay still.” He growls, his calloused hands grope, and mangle your body, wrinkling the bed-sheets; another slap that echoes. His real colors were showing, the charming mask began to fall, and all you saw was dark lust.

Lee stripped himself from the last few articles of clothing, his shirt falling over his arms, and his hands grasping the meat of your thighs; wrapping the legs around his torso. He groans, as the flesh of his cock rubs against your damp tuft of hair.

“So wet, you like it.” Shamelessly his cock slides through your wet puffy lips, and even as your mind is screaming that he’s a pig, but your body betrays you.

“Damn sweetheart.” Lee purrs, nudging his hips, as his cock glides through your lips. Without any hesitation, Lee positions himself, plunging his girth deeply inside. A throaty moan, murmuring ‘so tight’, full to the hilt, your thighs quiver at the fullness.

Your fingers dig into his chest, trying to push him off of you, crying for him to stop,

“You’re a whore, ain’t this what you like?” He snarls, his nose grazes the skin of your cheek, his teeth scrape at your lip, “Huh? Ain’t that right? Don’t you want my money?”

Those hurtful words are familiar, years of abuse thrown in your face, money thrown at your face as if you were scum; but to hear it every time stung like a knife lodged in your heart.

Weeping at the painful stretch of your cunt, a wicked grin forms on Lee’s face, but he was irate at your cries; you felt fingers snag at the hem of your panties, stretching and tugging the fabric. Cotton burning against your hip, the panties that clung to the crook of your mound now being torn off of you.

Yelping an ‘ow’, as the underwear was ripped into strung limply, Lee grunts, shoving it inside your mouth; gagging your sobs. “That’ll shut you up.” Lee fucks you with such filthy enthusiasm, the bed’s headboard bangs against the wall --- he gets a kick out of this, to fuck Leroy’s special lady, who only takes high-paying customers.

A swell of his ego sends him into overdrive, to see you teary-eyed with your underwear stuffed in the cave of your mouth.

You felt dizzy from the conflicting sensations, as his weight settled upon you, his arms encircled around your head, his fingers curled into your splayed curls.

How he pounded into you, pinching pleasure at your hips, body melting into the mattress by the pressure of his body; nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, vulnerable underneath him.

Bare breasts heave with a tender motion, squished under his cotton clad chest.

Fingernails digging into his back --- there was something that sparked inside of you at the fact that he was still partially dressed, and you were completely nude; as if emphasizing that you’re a whore, his whore.

Groaning in the shell of your ear that he’s close, whispering that he’s going to cum inside you. The squelching of your wetness, his balls slapping against your jiggling ass echoes against the walls; it felt so wrong to savor this feeling, a shudder licks up your spine as your cunt milks him, tingling dewy skin prickling at his touch.

You gaze up at him, his brows furrowed in concentration, and pleasure, nose scrunching up, as his cheeks are warm as peaches; his chest huffing.

Your breathing becomes airy, snuffling against the lace against your tongue, high-pitched as that coil deep in the pit of your tummy begins to swirl tightly.

The soles of your feet twirl at his tailbone, chasing the high --- and finally get rid of him, but then, you felt his hands slide against the bed sheets, trailing downward to your bum.

His fingernails scratching the skin, earning a hiss from you, heaving your leg by his palm --- striking a smack, and another, and another. His palm cracking upon your cheek, tears flood at your eyes, he’s so heavy handed.

Low groans rumble at his throat, as his palm bruises you, and little splits of skin began to tear. A squeak of discomfort, but Lee enjoys it all, fucking you and smacking you.

Harsh thrusts cease, so hard that it jolts your body, bruising your crevice; curling fingernails dig into his arms. Shuffling your hips, trying to ease the crash of his body. Lee rolls to his side with a breathy huff, slowly seething himself from your cunt, your inner thighs burning; crawling away.

Lee’s arm catches the arch of your spine, pulling you to himself, humming happily. His hand travels the terrain of your tailbone to ass, fingers digging into the sore skin.

Lee’s fingernails scratch around the welts, the flushed bare ass-cheek stings, as his fingertips fiddle with the garter belt strings.

Sharply scraping the skin, his open-palm caress against the hot skin, trailing down to your soaked cunt. “Such a pretty pussy.” His thick fingers delve inside your wet folds, fondling, “I’m going to enjoy you for a while, darlin’.”

You shuddered, your eyes fluttered closed, head fell limp against the meat of his thigh --- having a perverted sheriff on your back, chasing after you is the last thing you needed.

Futile attempts to hide away from him, leaving early from the bar, but he always found you, cornering you with his filthy palms, and dirty intoxicating words.

He kept coming around, sniffing like a blood-hound for you --- only ever asking for you, almost every night, he was at Tecumseh -- or nights where he’ll whisk you away, taking you apart in the backseat of his cruiser.

Even his sister asked you what his deal was, but what could you say? Sandy crudely complimented one time, that you probably have a magical cunt.

He’s rough, mean, and perverted --- but, with time, you melted into his touch, you took his sexual bearings, begging for more. He spoiled you the best way he knew, with small gifts of jewelry, and praises of your body. It was odd for him to soften over time, but he liked that you can handle his rough edges.

He now knows you deserve better, but you just won’t go; maybe because you pitied him.

Or maybe, this type of affection is all you knew.

“I’m going to spend the night at my old place tomorrow night. I told Leroy I’m gonna sleep over at Sandy’s ---” nuzzling your nose against his, red lips sweetly stretch, “I’ll cook you some food, baby. Give ya’ massage,” your fingers release the bundled fabric, glide against the terrain of his chest to belly, groping his cock, Lee groans at your words, caressing his cheek against hers, yearning to just melt against you.

You held him like an infant in need of swaddling.

As Lee finds solace in the crock of your throat, his arms tight around your waist, chest to chest, your arms clinging and crossed around his neck.

Kissing the slope of his throat, leaving smeared lipstick marks in its wake; the need to mark him, scenting him with your skin, your perfume penetrates his skin, down to the follicles --- so she can smell your essence on him.

Make her stay up at night --- even at random moments at home, catch a whiff of you, to feel how deep you linger in his life --- wondering who he’s with, who he thinks of at night, who he dreams of.

Faded lipstick shades your lips as soft raspberry, spread fingers soothing his shoulder-blades, as you hug him, getting lost in his arms.

Greedy, selfish --- this love, it’s not the sweetest, nor a fairytale, but it’s yours. Past the point of sympathy, you crave to have him to yourself, only yourself --- nor his wife, or Leroy can change your heart.

Please God, let me keep this little life to myself.

---

The gravel of the asphalt crunch under tires, alerting the presence of the sheriff’s cruiser --- parking outside the apartment complex with a swift but silent stop. It was ten minutes left of the late hour that was tipping into 9 o’ clock p.m.

A breathy sigh escapes from Lee’s lips, that weens into a grunt low in his throat as he stretches out of his vehicle. His back aches, his mind heavy and his stomach grumbling; Lee just wants to wine down with a hot meal, a cold one, and --- you.

God --- he misses you.

If any nosy neighbor would peep out their windows --- unwanted whispering and intruding questions would circulate as wild-fire throughout the tiny town --- from Meade to Knockemstiff.

What’s the sheriff --- a married man --- doing here at a lone complex late at night? Shouldn’t he be at home with his wife? What is he looking for? Who is he looking for?

A small white lie to Jane that he was working late down at the station.

Nimble fingers flicker against the curtain, peeking a glance to see Lee lock his car, and trek his way towards the stairs that divided the building into two flights up.

Nearing boots against steel stairs motivates you to resume finishing your cooking --- a nice juicy pot roast, roasted vegetables in seasoned broth, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread.

Keys jingle slightly as Lee digs his jacket pocket, the subtle leather shifts as his finger fiddle with his keychain, an assortment of passkeys --- as Lee inserts the key into the lock, he can already smell supper.

Swift unlock, he enters --- it feels like a home, welcoming --- it’s home.

Lee unzips his jacket, shaking it off as the sole of his foot nudges the door closed. Throws his keys into the ceramic key bowl, unclasping his belt off his waist; Lee gets comfortable.

Loosening his tie, clasping the collar off his neck with a few buttons open; with a slump to the couch, he began untying his laces.

A small complex space with not much furniture, but it’s cozy. A small cable tv, sunflower yellow wallpaper, worn read novels stacked upon each other in a book shelf, shiny wooden flooring, a stack of records, a sleek velvet onyx couch --- the kitchen had a cottage decor to it, the structure of the apartment is similar to his sister’s place, but prettier, cleaner.

Along with a coffee table decorated with crystal glass jars filled to the brim with chocolate and cherry tootsie rolls, along with peppermints and various assortments of chocolates.

Next to the candies, was an ashtray, a few art magazines, and books on repair tools, and gardening.

Lee loves how well-read you are, at times, whenever you stumble over a hefty word in the newspaper, or a sapient magazine article, your brows would crease deeply, furrowing with frustration --- frustrated with your lack of understanding. Tears would sheen over, and you would thrash it.

He thought you were so different --- open-minded, suave.

At first, it was a habit, you kept candy around for a particular john you once had, he at times would bring his kid over, sit him down in-front of the small cheap tv at a good volume, and munch on candy, as he took you apart in your locked bedroom --- you were broke, and sixteen years young at the time; you thought candy would mend the sin of having a child around that.

Now, you keep sugar around for Lee whenever his insatiable sweet tooth starts kicking.

Lee licks his lips, as he quietly opens the jar, to take two tootsies, eyeing the entrance to the kitchen, making sure you don’t catch him red-handed.

As he tries to unwrap one, the crinkle of the wrapper echos. “Don’t you dare ruin your supper, Lee.” Your voice lingers from the kitchen, tsking him.

“C’mon, bunny,” he whines, “Just one.” His fingers maneuver to drop one tootsie back into the jar, palming one.

Unwrapping the wrapper, Lee pops it in his mouth --- a better alternative to liquor. Soft footfalls come from the kitchen, revealing yourself --- and Lee nearly explodes.

Donning a baby blue negligee, translucent to see your bare breasts, the fabric softly fondles your tummy --- the tuft of hair winks back at him, shamelessly.

He can see your whole bodice --- what a way to greet a man. With gentle steps, you tip-toe towards Lee who is frozen stiff, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your hair is now straightened, brushed down in waves, cascading over your right eye perfectly --- akin to Veronica Lake.

You purr at Lee, rolling your tongue as a feline, crawling over him, your legs split open over his thighs. He groans huskily, he can feel your plush mound rubbing slowly over his crotch; expertly your hips roll over him.

“Why have that ---” your mouth breathes over his, having him shaking, wanton, at your mercy, “when you can have this?” Guiding his hand from his side, to your vee, as your other palm strokes his scalp.

Lee nibbles gently the jut of your chin, moaning, “Sweet as a peach.” His fingers grope a bit rougher, a handful of your mound; Lee’s fingers glides between the lips, the sensation of silk, and the heat of his fingertips sends you into a frenzy.

You glide with a slippery slide, your nightie rides a bit above your skin, revealing your bare ass, Lee’s fingers sneak a smack, fingertips grope a handful of your asscheeks.

Unbuckling his pants, with a vigor, tugging the belt open, a hasty unzip; your palm digs in his boxers, gripping his girthy cock.

Mouth watering cock, tongue yearning heavy in your mouth --- the pink tongue begging to taste him.

Stroking him with both hands, as your mouth devours him, the tip of his cock hits your throat.

Lee savors your choked gags, brown orbs glossy with tears, staring into his eyes --- it’s intense, those blue eyes --- bluer than the pacific ocean, crashing with thunderous steel.

Gargling on his soaked cock, your teeth grazing the ridges of veins sending a shiver up his spine; you kept bobbing your head, shoving his girthy dick, the tip of his weeping cock hitting the back of your throat.

Your nose nuzzles against his pudgy belly, cum bubbles at the corner of your mouth, dripping the jut of your chin; your fingernails scrape against his pubic hair, enticing him further. His nerves are on fire, his moans are unabashed now, shamelessly.

He glances down at you, your eyes are unabashed yet a sense of coy innocence, lips split open on his cock; Lee’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, groaning, mouth ajar.

---

Lee eats his dinner with vigor, and hasn't had a decent meal all day --- Jane didn’t even bother to pack him lunch; he had coffee at the station, and a plain sandwich from the diner down the street.

The tender meat is so soft in his mouth, the juicy seasoning melts against his tongue.

He hums, “Mmh, baby. You did so good.” You bite your bottom lip in glee, happy to feed him, make him feel good; a glint in your eye, deep in thought.

You enjoy your dinner, quite proud of yourself --- the hand-me-down cookbooks did you justice. Lee’s and yours legs are intertwined under the table, ankles curled, stroking the arch of your foot against his ankle.

Knife, and fork in each hand, dainty you cut into your food, “I found this really cute cook book in a thrift store way back, came in handy.” Lee hums in satisfied agreement, mouthful of roast, and vegetables; a nod of his head.

“And then later you get some desert …” You spoke in a hush, Lee’s eyes gaze back at you, widened, with a goofy but wolfish grin; your fingertips circled around your nipple.

---

Sweaty bodies melted against each other, as his cock sits nestled inside you; your inner thighs cradling him, as your cheek is squished against his chest. Lee’s fingers are fiddling, weaving inside your hair, baby-hairs damp against your moist forehead.

The living world breathes outside the makeshift walls of the suffocating scent of sex, the shivers of his name as a hymn chants --- but it all stays from his mind, buried inside of you happily.

The blanket clings just under the slope of your bum, as Lee’s happy trail tickles your navel, making you giggle under your breath; your body shuffling a little, earns a chuckle from Lee. “What’s so funny, bunny?” Lee’s voice is hoarse, and husky.

“I just love how your belly tickles me.” Lazily, you kiss his breast-bone, slow, wet kisses. Nuzzling your nose against his skin, satisfied that he smells of you, and you smell of him. Bleary eyes clear as you rest your head on him once more, to see your clock.

A quarter to midnight.

A weak sigh left your lips, “I have to phone him soon.” A pregnant pause, stagnant silence, you can feel the waves of tension coil off of Lee’s body; can feel his muscles tense just a bit from it’s post-cotius glow. “You know how he is, Lee.”

“Yeah.” He murmurs, biting back a strained snarl of his lip, his eyes focusing on the ceiling.

You lift yourself off of him by the joint of your elbow, legs scramble, his cock sends a shiver up your spine; his warmth lingers off of your bodice, already missing his body.

Fingers stretch, and reach for the phone, but a soft grip at your wrist halts you. You glance at Lee, to see his eyes are shadowing under his brow, deep in thought.

“You don’t have to.”

“I have to, if I don’t, he’ll go straight to Sandy’s, demanding ---”

“I’ll take care of you.” Lee’s palm sought out the nape of your neck, his eyes on you, “You already do, baby.” You spoke in a hush, not trusting your voice to crack, “No, I mean take you away from him. All he does is hurt you.”

“There’s no escape from him. I’ve tried before, and he found me. I can’t escap--” You spoke through sniffles, slipping into hysterics, not wanting to talk about the horrors throughout the years you endured with Leroy. Lee snuffs your cries with his lips.

“I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Lee spoke in a whisper, his warm breath fans over your cupid-bow, pants light, but his chest is heavy. A watery smile, forlorn eyes gaze at him with adoration, “It’s all rot --- I’m rotten.” Two fingers hover, and point above your breastbone.

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.” Lee kisses your cupid-bow, kisses your nose, kisses your wet lips; nearly choking on your gasp, nerves getting frazzled.

Can he really save you? He has a reputation, a career to protect --- a wife. The whole nine yards, a beautiful house, the white picket fence --- sooner or later, probably he will think of having a liter of his own.

In the society you live in, a woman of color, and a white man can’t enjoy a life together; but if it’s been working so far, can it last? A small prayer each night, pleading with God to keep him, that maybe you found the one; and that hopefully Lee feels the same way.

A moment, deep in thought --- maybe.

“You do anything for me, baby?”

Hope, the light of hope craves itself inside you; buzzing thoughts take flight in your mind. A soft thrust on his cock jolts Lee, moaning, a blissful one.

Lee growls, pulling you to him, his fingers at your neck, swallowing your soft moans; those pink lips, biting down your bottom lip.

Lee’s massive paws glide down the terrain of the body, finding solace at your hips, the supple skin.

“Yes,” he grunts, at the sharp tight clench of your cunt on his cock, “Anything you want.” His fingers digging into your hips, the flesh blooming lavender, but you love the sting --- it’s euphoric.

“You promise?” you ask once more breathlessly, breathing hard to gain gust of air, as your nerves fizzle within your skin.

“I promise.” His hips jerk upward, as his belly bounces, your fingernails scratch a path down his hairy chest, to his navel, pawing at him like a cat. Almost there, the coil is unraveling, gasping breathlessly.

“Would you kill for me?”

Lee breathes a ‘what?’, blue eyes half-lidded, he’s trapped in a haze, as your cunt clenches harder, your hips rides him hard, sharper.

Thrusting upon him, as a horse, your back arches, and hips quiver as you impulsively fuck him harder, harder, tighter. Lee’s head hits the pillow with a thrash, his moans deep, rich and wanton --- breathy as he gasps for air, eyes wound shut as his cum spurts, and spills inside of you.

Painting your walls, Lee howls as a wolf baying to the moon, your fingernails scratch against his chest; Lee grunts, strings of throaty gasps, his mouth hangs with bliss. Bee-stung lips kiss the corner of his mouth, inhaling deeply.

Perhaps, he can save you.

---

The sun beams upon the small town, and a flock of birds take flight from the trees with their unison chirps --- the dreary town filled with hicks that now awaken in their homes.

The drive back to Leroy’s was calm, idyllic even. A sense of hope twirls upon your corona --- your fingers grip against the leather wheel, nearly chafing the skin.

Silent understanding, thoughts almost fleshed out, dancing around it. Shaking your head, a way to clear your mind of buzzing thoughts, so much bee-lining for a singular thought, yet grasping it. A smile forms, you bite down at your bottom lip in glee --- maybe it’s time.

You quietly park the car in-front of Leroy’s home, snuffing the ignition; with a flick of your wrist, you take the keys. Fixing any wrinkles in your skirt, stepping out of the car, with your purse hanging over your shoulder.

With your hip, you close the car door, humming a tune to yourself, carelessly jingling the keys in your palm, your fingers fiddling the front-door keys.

With a timid insertion of the keys, slowly unlocking to not disturb a sleeping Leroy upstairs; Leroy is brutish when he’s groggy on small hours of sleep.

Toeing off your flats, and putting your keys in the bowl.

A step to your feet now, almost bouncing at the toes; refreshed, and bushy-tailed from a morning shower with Lee, and him splitting your legs open, having you for breakfast on the counter-top.

Making yourself comfortable, walking through the entranceway from the kitchen to the dining room, dropping your purse onto the dinner table.

Digging into the bag in search of smoke, but a creak against the wooden flooring, wincing as you gaze up at the ceiling. He’s awake? You think to yourself, you turn to look at the clock, it was 6 a.m. The morning sun hasn’t fully set high yet, still splotches of navy blue paint the sky.

Shy footfalls, your stocking clad feet walk to the staircase, shaky hands grip the landing; internally practicing your greeting for Leroy. ‘Good morning, Leroy. How are you? Want me to make breakfast? Or we can stay in bed together, I missed you.’

As you mull to yourself, Leroy’s voice is muffled, sounds a little irritated --- you sigh, you’re going to have to work hard to make him happy; that includes your body. You grip the knob, and twisting it, as you practice a smile, remembering for it to reach your eyes.

An exhale to calm your nerves, then a deep inhale, and a smile.

“Leroy, you’re awake. I missed you ---” Your voice pierces through the silence, as you open the door; your words linger into silence, your faux smile drops. Your heart drops and crashes to the darkest pit of your stomach.

Seated at the love-seat is Leroy, with his legs stretched, and crossed, leaning back comfortably --- with a familiar journal in his hand.

The brown leather binding is a personal item in your life, where all your secrets, and grievances are written down --- split open by his fingers, is your diary.

Exposed as a nerve, blood runs chills in your veins, your chest feels tight --- if you were to let go of the door knob, you would probably fall apart into the floor.

“Interesting read here, baby.” Leroy bites, his eyes following you as you finally regain strength to move, you step far away from him; your hands search against the wall. Your throat constricts, hard to swallow, nearing Leroy, but keeping your distance.

“What? No good morning?” Leroy shrugs mockingly, your diary cracked open still in his hand, his fingers firmly gripping against the binding. A devilish grin curls, his dull-white teeth resembling fangs under his crooked lip.

“What’s wrong, baby? Cat got ya’ tongue?” Tilting his head, his eyes boring into yours, just waiting for you to crack at the seams.

“Let me read my favorite part.” Leroy spits.

Frozen in fear, utterly speechless, you just couldn’t form the words.

Leroy hums low in his throat, his eyes leaving yours with a seething pace, moving the diary near his face once more --- his brown eyes roving over the written sentences.

“Every-night, my skin crawls in repulsion just laying next to him. I hate him,” Leroy pauses, his lips twisting in a snarl, the word hate sits on his tongue as acid, his eyes peer over the rim of the journal’s worn spine.

“To feel him inside me, it feels like Hell. His fat, blubber belly pinning me down on the mattress, thrusting like an animal. I just lay there like a rag doll, as he fucks me. I stare at the ceiling, thinking of anywhere but here.” Leroy’s hoarse voice getting deeper, spitting each spoken word, his fingertips turning white from his grasp.

You wring your fingers in your grip, tightly; palms becoming clammy. The pit of your stomach sinking, caving inside itself. “As a child, he was all I had, even adored him. Promising me a life away from the streets. Now --- I'd rather be back sleeping in abandoned cold houses, then sleep with him.” Leroy snorts behind the journal, humorlessly chuckling --- as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Please stop.” You plea, water-logged eyes stinging red, leaning on foot to foot; Leroy smirks, as if savoring your antsy state, fully aware of how scared shitless you are.

“Please, Leroy let me explain ---” You step forward, but stop in your tracks, when he snaps his fingers loudly, “Why?” He shouts, grating your ears, making you flinch, his nose flaring, “It’s just getting good!”

He jabs his index finger on the page, “But look, we’re at my favorite part!” Shuffling in his chair, he laughs menacingly, he speaks more loudly, projecting as in each word would stab you deep in the chest.

“Sometimes, I think Leroy whoring me out became a good thing after-all. I did have some johns who were sweet to me, gave me gifts, and called me pretty.” His hand shakes in anger, “Never had anyone called me pretty. Leroy calls me pretty, but he does it after being mean to me, or whenever he wants to fuck.” Leroy sneers an awh under his breath, his shoulders jolts in a snort.

A pregnant pause, a searing moment of silence, as Leroy gnaws at his lip furiously.

“Lee Bodecker.” Leroy hisses the name, his breathing deepens, his chest heaving erratically.

Your eye twitches, feet stiff in paralyzing fear. “Lee treats me with love. Before, I couldn’t stand him, how he touched me. Took control over me. He’s dominant, and a little mean, but over time, the way he is makes me tingle. Took over my life like a daddy. For the first time, I feel happy.”

You trekked backwards, fingers raw from tugging, and rubbing too hard, fisting your hands; nails creating dent craters in your palms. Tailbone meets vanity, the heels of your palms lean against the vanity.

“He talks about how he hates his marriage, his boring wife, that he wants to marry me. But, he can’t.” Leroy hums knowingly, as if asking an sarcastic, ‘And why is that?’.

“The world won’t allow a white man, and black woman to marry. I get stares every-time I walk out into town, mean evil stares. Most of my johns can’t stand colored people, but love to use my body.”

“But money is money, right baby?” Leroy probes, taking a reprieve from your humiliation, you inhale a shaky breath, your entire bodice trembling.

Leroy resumes back, “Lee takes care of me, plans to take me away from Leroy, and this filthy life. I have a few thousand dollars saved in small bills ---” You shudder a cry, eyes wound shut, as tears cascade down your cheeks. Leroy grins with malice to see you breakdown.

“One day, I’ll be free of Leroy. Not today, but someday. And if I don’t succeed, if Lee doesn’t help me, I’ll just kill myself. I don’t want to live the rest of my days as a whore.” Leroy snaps the diary shut by his palm, casually frowns, patting the diary against his chest mindlessly, as he mulls over his thoughts. Staring you down, with the meanest brow.

“What do you think is gonna happen? Huh? What, you think he’s gonna leave his wife for you?” His voice rises in a shout, causing you to flinch. “Become the sheriff’s new wife?”

He thrashes the diary onto the flooring, with such hate glimmering in his hissing eyes, “Do you really think he’s gonna ruin his reputation for a colored harlot? He’s gonna use ya’ till that pussy is all worn out.”

You hiss a strained cry, swallowing the sob down, turning your face away from him. You will not let him see you weep, he savors your tears, your sorrow. You turn away from him, blocking his view of your wet face, fingertips rubbing away smears of droplets through the vanity mirror.

He hums mockingly, “Then what will ya do? Ya gonna come running back home to daddy. Just like ya did when you were just a girl.” Leroy treks closer to you, feeling his body heat beat against your back.

He hugs you from behind, engulfing his hairy fore-arms around your midriff, “I remember when you were just that scrawny girl in the streets, only fifteen, doe-eyed dumb ---” he kisses your temple, “So innocent.”

“Now that I made you a woman, you wanna defy me.” Grabbing your chin tightly in the cup of his palm, “Biting the hand that feeds you.” He shook your face between the crook of his fingers, intimidating you as the tip of nose nuzzles against yours, his warm breath reeked of alcohol, suffocating you.

Cheeks squished making your lips pucker in his hand, he slurs, his voice deepens, “It seems that I have to remind ya’ of your place. Who ya’ belong to.” Time blurs as a flash, the flesh of your cheek stings hot white pain, inflaming.

He smacked you so hard, your head is crooked to the side, blood stains your teeth, rich red as ripe cherries.

Sniveling, nose clogging with snot, as tears gloss your vision, as the hook of his arm wrapped around your midriff too tightly, pinning your bodice against his.

Forcefully, Leroy grips your face harshly, crashing his lips against yours; his tongue slithers inside your mouth, licking the cages of your canines. The metallic ichor coats his tongue, the pink muscle invades you.

“You’ll be forgiven, baby. But you will break it off with him, cause if ya’ don’t,” Leroy hisses, the nape of your spine aches dully as he crushes you more, making you whine.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Leroy bites the jut of your chin with his crooked mouth, making your skin cringe.

A stretched day that bleeds into the evening filled with the cadence of your screams; wails so bloodcurdlingly it grates Leroy’s ears, knuckles hit flesh, lavender bruises burst against sepia skin. Sobs so intense the angels in heaven above winced, and wept.

A familiar sight they’ve cried to before.

---

It’s been days.

Days of radio silence, not a call from you, not a word. Lee keeps driving by your old apartment complex during his routine checks, in case he bumps into you. Nothing.

If he did, he would just corner you, demand to know what’s wrong? What’s changed? Why don't you love him anymore? He will go insane, literally rip apart anyone in his path --- he would rip your heart out if he could, for his heart is breaking.

He’s going mad, more snappy at work --- all his deputies scram at the sight of him, his wife can’t stomach his attitude, passively aggressively ignoring him.

The only person he can confide in is his baby sister; Sandy herself hasn’t heard anything from you either, usually you both phone each other every day, chatting the phone bill up or Sandy visiting you at your old apartment to drink, and for her to get away from Carl.

Muscle memory guides his finger on the rotary holes to each number, as his other palm grips the phone with a death grip against his ear.

Ring after ring taunts him, as he awaits --- for no answer. A moment, he just pauses as the dial tone --- staring into space, the rings fading into the distance.

The white noise dulls, a knock at his office door, his mind is back to reality; his nose flares, growling as he slams the phone back on the hook.

Lee snarls, leaning back on his chair, the back of it creaks as the wheels glide against the flooring.

The shadow figure winces beyond the door’s tinted window, able to hear the sheriff --- sweating at the brow to be the end of the Sheriff’s spiteful bark.

Lee pushes his chair by the palms at the desk, interwoven his fingers at his belly, inhaling deeply to settle his nerves.

“Come in!” Lee snarks, softly banging his head against the headrest of his wheeled chair, a hesitating unlock of the knob --- slowly turns, the door creaks open, revealing one of the rookie deputies.

His youthful face is not deterred by the worry lines of his brows, crisp uniform, shiny fingernails, calloused free palms --- a chip off the ol’ block.

Lee envies him, envies him for his youth, for his slim stoned body, for his doe-eyed perspective of the world; Lee’s eyes glances down to his protruding belly that stretches against his button-up.

Your voice lulls in his mind, telling him how you love his belly, but now self-hatred whirls as serpents in his gut.

‘Liar. Filthy whore liar.’

“Sheriff?” The rookie perks up at the door, his voice wavers with nervousness, “What?” Lee bites, his eyes menacingly under his brow.

“A woman is here to see you,” Lee’s lips part in a silent gasp, his throat clenches in anticipation --- were you finally here to see him? “She says she’s your sister.”

His eyes lower in disappointment, his heart aches, slumping back into his chair, but Lee gestures for the rookie to let his sister in by his fingers. Hastily nodding, the deputy closes the door, leaving to fetch a waiting Sandy.

Lee groans, leaning his head against the chair, closing his eyes gingerly. Where are you? Why won’t you talk to him? He loves you --- yet now, he feels alone all over again.

A click of the tongue, “My, my big brother,” Lee opens one eye, to see his sister leaning against the closed door, arms crossed against her chest. He closes his eye once more, drowning in despair.

Sandy sighs, her teasing nature dissipates as she watches her brother --- the only male figure she truly loves fall apart.

“Lee,” She pushes herself off the door, taking a seat beyond his desk, “There’s something I have to tell you.” Wringing her fingers, Lee hums low as he bounces himself on the chair, she speaks your name, her eyes boring into him. Lee stills himself, his eyes split open.

“I know you love her, more than you ever cared for Jane.” Sandy felt a pang of guilt, for knowing of her brother’s liaisons over the years, but they were just women who he enjoyed for a night --- he has changed, never over another woman has he been so strung over.

Lee clenches his jaw, as the shine of his wedding band mocks him, cracking his fingers, “Yeah, well …” Lee trails off, chin to chest.

“I’m worried, Lee.” Sandy wrings her fingers, shifting in her seat, “She calls me, all I hear is crying, and then she hangs up.” Lee’s brows furrows, his eyes glance to his sister, “She called me two nights ago, and I heard Leroy in the background, yelling for her to get off.”

“I saw him the next day, and asked for her, and he said, ‘All you need to be concerned about is getting my money.'" Sandy scoffs under her breath, as she rolls her eyes, looking away from her brother’s intense stare.

“I told you to stay away from that fat son of a bitch!” Lee growls, pointing his finger at her, kneeling over in his chair, as he bangs his fist on the desk.

“Lee!” Sandy hushes him, swatting her hands at him; her head turning side-ways at his office door, hoping none of his deputies heard.

“And that piece of shit husband of yours ain’t no better.” Lee snarls, but his tone lowers, rubbing his chin in frustration. Lee doesn’t even refer to Carl as his brother-in-law, there’s something about him that rubs Lee the wrong way, maybe Lee is getting stricter being the law, or maybe he knows when somebody is no good --- Lord knows Lee isn’t any good.

Sandy’s lashes blinks, a glimmer in her eyes --- something he can’t really grasp on, something he’s not privy to, her lips parted as if there’s something she wants to say at the mere mention of her husband.

Sandy remains silent.

A hush falls over them, his eyes soften, Lee sighs, tucking his head, between his arms that rest on the mahogany desk.

“Sandy, she doesn’t want me. She hasn’t called me or seen me in a week.” Lee falls quiet, his fingers curling in anger, but it’s sad anger; his palms clench because he can’t control this situation. What can he do? This isn’t like you, to just disappear on him.

“Horse shit.” Sandy crosses her arms, “She loves you.” Lee just slumps on his desk, his face meeting the files on the table.

She leans over, her arms on the desk, as she takes her brother’s hands into hers, Lee fingertips toys with Sandy’s chipped teal fingernails.

“It’s Leroy. Whatever happened, he’s done something.” Nuzzling her nose on his, a little act when they were younger, just rub each other’s noses like bunnies.

“She wouldn’t call me cryin’ and then hang up.”

Wet blue eyes blink back at Sandy, a thought hits his brain, his eyes dart around nervously, “You think he found out?” Sandy’s eyes widen owlishly, just the idea of Leroy discovering that this prized possession has been fooling around behind his back with the town’s sheriff --- the very sheriff that Leroy ‘helps’ with his election, and reputation.

“Dear God, I hope not.”

---

Stormy steel eyes gawk at the house, the dull white paint chipping at the edges --- parked from a distance, obscured by trees, staring through the window shield. Eyes burning into the house, his knuckles turn white due to his tight grip on the wheel.

Rubbing his gripping fingers, trying to ground himself --- Sandy’s words dwindle in his mind, battering inside his skull. Waiting, just waiting. Gathering the inner strength not to bust through the house, and beat Leroy’s ass to a pulp.

The slope of his nose scrunches in frustration, cracks his palm against the wheel, twisting his wrist to check his watch --- it’s noon, Leroy should be out by now. Snatching the keys out of the ignition, storming out of the vehicle. A dull slam of the car door, as he stomps to the door.

Knocking his clenched fist on the door --- a pause, no answer. Knocking more harshly now, not stopping now as strings of knocks batter against the door.

Biting your bottom lip, knees tucked to your chest, holding onto your sore bruised legs, rocking back and forth on the couch, anxiously glancing up at the ceiling --- after a few seconds of knocks bleeding into harsh impatience.

Feet dash you to the door, fearing that Lee’s knocks will awaken Leroy, but Leroy’s a heavy sleeper.

Hast fingers unlock the door, hearing the locks turning, Lee pauses on his knocking, his fist hovering over the wood; your forehead meets the door, your eye closes, as the other is swollen shut, and breathes in.

Hesitantly your fingers grip the door knob, twisting it slowly, just a crack to reveal your good eye --- seeing Lee huffing, and puffing, waiting for you.

“Go away, Lee.”

“Why? Huh?” His hand leans against the door, preventing you from closing it, his cheeks are reddened, “Sandy is worried about you.” Lee tries to push his way inside but you hold the door with all your strength.

“Sandy ain’t got nothing to worry about, I’m fine.” You hiss, eyes downcast, but Lee gasps to see underneath your good eye was a little bruised.

Your wet red rimmed eyes silently scream for help, lip trembling, “I don’t love you, Lee. I just used you.” As those words burn your tongue as acid, Lee’s face wrinkles with hurt, but his wet eyes widen as your hand out-stretches you to Lee, trembling, but you flinch away when he tries to grasp you.

Lee sees your knuckles are bruised, splotches of lavender, and deep red cuts. Lee’s nose flares, his shoulders hunched, breathing heavily, as he looks up at you, to see a lone tear fall down your bloated cheek.

“That fucker hurt you,” his voice wavers, he takes a pause to breathe. “Bunny…” Lee tries to touch your swollen sensitive cheek, causing you to wince away, hiding away behind the door frame.

You step further from the door, exposing yourself more, revealing your eye that’s so swollen it was shut, and your upper lip swelled as a balloon.

Lee steps closer, another step with an edge, as his fingers grasp for your cheek. Cupping your chin, Lee’s breathing heavily, “I’ll kill him.” He hisses. You shuffle your feet ansty, as you move away from the shield of the door.

A question hangs at your tongue, begging to be released, to be spoken into existence. You tear your gaze away from Lee’s intense hues, as your body fidget a little.

“Would you do anything for me?” You whisper, the pad of your thumb rubs against his palm, staring at your hands, honey melting with umber; Lee lifts your fingers to his lip, placing it over his heart. Lee cups your face, the warmth of his palms soothes your sensitive cheeks.

Your eyes soaked to the red brim --- even when you cry, you’re still so beautiful, Leroy muses; as your fingers massage over his breast-bone, kissing your heart-shaped lips gently.

Soft nimble kisses over your lips.

----

It’s been quiet.

The past few days move by as molasses --- you tip-toe around Leroy, as if walking on eggshells, behaving to appease the beast. Letting him ravage over your body, grunting over your body, as you fake orgasms --- appraising him for fucking you ‘so good’.

It was hitting noon --- your body was drained, boneless on the mattress. Leroy has been rougher than usual, biting and groping, your eye is still swollen, but not completely shut anymore.

Your upper lip was still puffy, and pinkish, how you lick your dry lips looks like a sniveling toddler --- pouty.

Bare breasted, your hands laid against your torso, lazily in bed, staring into silence. Fingers snap in your peripheral, snapping you back to reality. “Hey,” Leroy chuckles, his brow arches teasingly, “Don’t go falling asleep on me, you’ve been like a slug lately.”

He smiles brightly at your disheveled form, savoring the damage he has done;

You breathe a small laugh, your eyes slowly gaze up, peering up at Leroy through your lashes, “I’m just comfortable.” Limp wrist against your chest, your fingers tug softly the blanket over your breasts; disgusted with how he ogles your chest --- as a young girl, you felt pretty, when he had a full head of hair, and had a youthful mature charm.

Now you detest his existence.

“I’m gonna take a phone call real quick, Bobo’s makin’ breakfast for us.” Leroy gently taps your arched knee that tented the blanket, a small stroke of his thumb. You force a quick smile, as you glide more under the covers.

The room was dim --- just enough to feel cozy, but not enough to fall asleep on him. There’s an indescribable spark in your chest, you can’t think of a word to perfectly describe it; your brows furrow at the stunted lack of knowledge.

The lack of sopsthication pangs you, you felt dumb --- not enough. Leroy being the only source of a teacher who taught you how to read higher than a fifth grader, but yet it’s not enough. Wait, there’s a word ...

Caving your bottom lip by the teeth, a mirthful smile hidden by your fingers, as you huddled, and hid in the covers --- something is going to happen, just a sense, a feeling.

But it goes away --- hushed conversations over the past days but nothing fleshed out.

Leroy grunts over the receiver, engrossed by whoever is on the other end --- a hearty chuckle, his body bounces a little.

A sound near the staircase alerts you, a very dull pop --- but it could’ve been mistaken by the old wooding of the house. You turn your head to Leroy, but he’s far too gone in conversation to pay attention.

Cautious footfalls near the doorway, freezing you in spot, a small grin slowly grows; but you calmly itch near the edge of the bed.

Leroy is lost in his own world, chewing the caller’s ear off --- from the corner of your eye blue eyes catch your brown ones, a slip from the bed, the wink of polished onyx steel makes you breathless.

A Cheshire grin ---- it’s time.

Leroy laughs, “Yeah, you too.” Hanging up, straightens his back. Soft creaks of the door grabs his attention, thinking it’s you finally getting out of bed. Leroy turns his body around, with a small smile, that quickly fades into a frown.

Lee stands proudly at the entrance, with his arm looped around your waist, his fingers cradling the meat of your thigh; as you cling to him as a safety line.

His gun is aimed at Leroy, a gun ready to pop. Your head tucked under his chin, your leg curves a little around Lee’s pant clad leg, raising your head up, even with two bruised eyes --- a death glare, but a wicked satisfied grin.

Leroy grunts, his eyes falling on the both of you, clicks his tongue, “Huh.” Not a tone of defeat, but a reply of acceptance. It is what it is --- an air of you got him, right off guard.

A beat of silence --- the stillness bleeds into a stand-off.

“Pussy ain’t worth it, son.” He spits, but his voice is low, trying to ease the tension in the air, but no amount of discussion will lower Lee’s gun.

Leroy rolls his eyes, bushy brows dented, chest huffing in frustration, “She’s using you. That’s what she does --- latch on any man.”

Lee hisses a low scuff, but his aim remains undeterred.

“On any man who makes her feel good for just a moment --- she bats her eyelashes, and promises you the best night of your life. Trust me, I taught her well ---” He halts, as Lee flicks the safety off, cocking the pistol. A defeated tilt of his head, “--- maybe I taught her too well.”

Lee remains in silence, his finger curled with intent on the trigger, his grip tightens, your palm lays over his heart, you can feel it rapidly beat against the cavity. Not a word.

Bang.

It’s loud, earning a wince from you, clinging tightly to Lee.

Leroy groans, slumps over like a slug, coughing spurts of blood, as his body collapses onto the floor; shaky fingers hover over the bullet wound.

A bullet lodged in his stomach, his blood paints his white under shirt --- as Leroy slowly succumbs to his last breath, you quietly walk towards him.

One last look at him --- to see the light in his eyes dim to nothing. Leroy curls his head, looking at you, as ichor coats his mustache, his hooded eyes stare into yours.

Slow wheezing breaths, your eyes are wet, watching the first man to ever show ‘affection’ to you as a child, who trained you, molded you into the woman you are now slowly leaving this earth.

Another dragged wheeze, gurgling, Leroy’s fingers curl around your ankle, stroking you as he fades. Your eye twitches, as Leroy struggles. A cough, a low rasp, and then a gurgle that flows into silence; his fingers slumps, and falls from your ankle.

You inhale, swallow thickly as you step away from him, as the blood flows from underneath him, nearly touching your toes; sniffling. Slowly you turn your face to Lee’s, but he’s already looking at you, with a silent question in his eyes.

You flick the tip of his nose with yours, your tongue slowly glides through your lips --- licking his lip. Your body is vibrating, your hands against his belly rising to his chest; gracefully tugging on the zipper of his leather jacket.

Steadily the zipper rolls down between the pinch of your fingers, revealing his blue button shirt. The zipper unclips, the flaps of his leather jacket weaves open. The warmth of his body radiates off of him, encasing your palms, as you touch him.

Your hands sweep lovingly inside the jacket, groping his belly; Lee catches the hint and helps you take off his jacket.

Shrugging it off of his shoulders, his nose flaring, his eyes intensely watching you. The jacket slumps on the floor with a dull thump.

The air is tense, silently watching each other’s movements.

Breathless, your brain is slowing down now, processing reality --- Leroy is gone. Your eyes trail over to his slumped body, years worth of eroding pain, bending over backwards for Leroy, and many other surly filthy men.

No more whoring yourself out, no more strange men fetishizing over you, no more being walked over --- seen as nothing but sex toy. You can finally be someone --- be somebody.

I’m free --- I’m fucking free.

Grabbing the nape of Lee’s neck, you pull him down, crashing your lips on his. Smushing open lips, teeth crashing, tongues dancing --- it’s passionate, adrenaline fueling.

Separating yourself, Lee whines low, but you shush him by your finger on his pouty lips. Gingerly shuffling your bare feet backwards, your knees hit the bed.

Knees bent forward, softly falling on the mattress; presenting yourself for Lee as a gift. You spread your legs wide, your palm slither in your panties, fingers splitting your plump lips; your essence glistening.

Lee growls, his pupils blown black, as he watches you touch yourself. Rolling your fingertips against your throbbing clit, as you smirk at Lee’s panting figure.

It’s delicious, as if sinking your teeth, savoring the taste of a thrill, life is changing now. A fresh start of a new chapter. The bars of your prison cell are now dismantled, you can leave now.

Unclasping the buttons of his blue shirt, as he crawls over your body, his palms indenting into the mattress; as his palms cages you in his embrace. Noses graze, slowly savoring each other --- it feels anew, uncharted waters of emotions, a new chapter.

You just witnessed Lee murder a man --- the very man who was the only stable pillar in your life. In Lee’s mind, you hold his fate, even if people wouldn’t believe you --- still.

You have damning evidence to expose him for his corruption, but you don’t run, you stay here with him.

The soft cotton slips from his arms, his skin is warm, and flushed, as he kisses your cupid bow, and a little one at your nose, back to your lips. The kiss becomes too much so fast, greedy hands claw at one another; in a clumsy dance.

Lee’s head lowers to your chest, a wet trail of kisses, to the valley of your breasts. Your fingers sought out his hair, turning it into a mess.

As Lee suckles your breast, the bed of his tongue soaks the nipple, moaning, as you shiver in the cave of his mouth.

Unbuckling himself, sloppily tugging his pants by the loop of his thumbs, it falls to his thighs --- just enough space to free his swollen cock.

His fingers snag your panties to the side, impatiently as a ravaging mad man, his cock sweeps through your folds; a delicious glide.

Bucking his hips, Lee thrusts inside you, you yelp, your head tilting back. A husky moan emits from Lee’s lips.

Your cunt weeps on his cock, soaking him to the balls, as his open palm lays on your chest, folding you down; pinning you, as the sheen of sweat gleams under the dim streaks of sunlight peering through the curtains. So wrecked, so open --- glassy eyes blown and desperate.

Tears flood at the brim, as you sink low, collapsing in pieces, as he thrusts; tender heat wrapped around him, it drives him insane.

Jesus --- he needs to take a breath. The sight of Lee kneeling over you, his pants bundled at mid-way of his thighs, as his shirt was scrunched, and wrinkled to his torso, with just a few buttons latched.

Biting his lip, the obscene slap of skin, chasing the glory of bliss; a bloom of love inside his chest at the wrecked sight of you, melting into the mattress.

The glimpse of Leroy’s body jolts you back to reality, a breath catches in your throat, fingernails digging into Lee’s bicep; wincing. Hiding your face into his chest, wrapping your legs around his waist firmly, as he fucks you harder.

It guides you back to your haven, a grim reminder of your newfound freedom, at what costs it took. A sense of spite sneaks up, your hips crash forward to Lee’s, a vulgar display before Leroy’s dead eyes.

Nearing the edge, your fingers grip his firm ass, hinting for him to go faster, to give you all that he’s got.

You yearn to be sore for days, aided by him --- to feel the sting whenever you sit.

Where you go, he follows --- nearing the edge of ecstasy, airy pants pitch higher, the meat of your thigh shudders.

Precious blues tempt to flutter to the back of his skull, but he doesn’t want to look away. He wants to see you drift into a frenzy, sharing this moment, sealing your fate together.

You pulse, and quiver under Lee, as he groans hoarsely, painting your velvety walls creamy white.

He rocks slowly to a halt, as his shaven cheek strokes yours, nuzzling his face in the crock of your neck, inhaling your scent; shuddering in your embrace.

Basking in this glow, a placid happy bubble, in your own little world; where nothing is wrong, anything you two did wasn’t wrong.

A little piece of violence to pay for peace, Lee rolls to his side with a sensitive groan, with his arms tugging you along; earning a muffled giggle from you. The swoop of your leg over his waist, his lips kissing your hairline.

The world stills, as reality slowly dwindles back, but you feel safe. For the first time, you feel content --- a calmness settles at the horizon of your mind.

As Leroy’s corpse grows cold on the floor.

---

Lee sweetly holds your hand in his, as you both walk down the stairs; at the end of the staircase, Lee adjusts his buckle, fixing his zipper.

In comfortable silence, Lee and you walk to the kitchen --- a gasp catches in your throat at the sight of Bobo, lifeless on the floor.

A bullet hole lodged at the back of his skull, as blood trickled down his dome, pooling to the floor; suffocating his face. Lee circles his arms around your waist, cradling your back against his chest, holding you down.

Poor Bobo --- he was kind enough, slow at times, but he was good; but if he was left to live, he would have blown the whistle on Lee, and yourself for killing Leroy. Lee would lose everything, and you would be sent to the chopping block without any court trial in your favor.

Standing over Bobo’s body is surreal, gone.

Lee’s thumb caresses your swollen lip, a sting by the pressure but it fades, and the touch comforts you. Tearing your eyes away from the lifeless body, lashes flutter; you look up to Lee’s blue gems shine with hope.

The pad of his thumb traces your mouth, fondling your cupid bow, trailing down your lips.

Parting your lips to suckle his thumb, your wet tongue twirls around his finger, with a breathy moan. Lee’s forehead meets yours, inhaling deeply as he’s breathing in your essence. His thumb trails down your lip, you kiss it lovingly.

“Ready?” He asks, his eyes gazed at yours, you nodded. He didn’t need to elaborate, the setting had to be set up just right, evidence guided by the town’s sheriff. No one will know, the truth will be cloaked, only shared by Lee, and yourself.

Lee repeated the details for you to remember to alert the police, to not touch anything --- to blame your injuries on ‘burglars’, as he snatched money stuffed in the safe that was hidden in the bedroom’s closet; as well as thrashing the house, validating the alibi.

He held your neck in his hand, with a serious glint in his steel eyes, reminding you of his love, and that he will always protect you, and that everything will be okay, sealing your fate with a kiss to your forehead.

This tiny town will never know --- from Meade to Knockemstiff.

Knockemstiff.

A hotbed of immorality, a fest-pool of locals who are residents and prisoners --- a gritty homespun manifesting the ignorance and brutality of man.

A double-edged sword wielded for the worst caliber. Tales of lives that are sordid --- lingering stains on the soul.

The life you share with Lee is sordid --- it’s beginnings are illicit, but maybe the silver linings can spark a light in the darkness.

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