#lee russell x you

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"all mine."

pairing: lee russell x fem!reader word count: 2.5k summary: as the youngest teacher on staff, you enjoy taking your peers out for a night of dancing, drinking and gossiping. lee russell was one of the few who joined, the married man you’d fallen hopelessly in love with. warnings/tags: mdni! smut, affair/cheating, dirty dancing, oral (m-receiving), verbal degradation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, i feel like i made lee a little ooc so forgive me!

“oh, come on, lee,” your voice was soft and gentle, humming sweetly like a songbird, “it’s friday night, and you’d rather go home? really?”

hazel eyes settled on you as you shared a table in the staff room. it was sixth period and you had a planning period. you may have been the youngest member of staff, but you were the most organized, meaning you could waste the hour away with your favourite person at north jackson high.

vice principal lee russell.

your bottom lip was jutted out in a pout as he stared at you with his chin in both hands. he kept a straight face for a few moments until he scoffed and waved you away, “don’t give me that fuckin’ look, you’re too good at guiltin’ people into doin’ shit. you’re a bad influence.”

you gasped, sitting up straight, “that’s rich coming from you. i recall you asking me to help you dig dirt on gamby when he was pissing you off last year, and i followed him around for an entire saturday like some serial-killer stalker. a saturday when i was supposed to hang with my girlfriends, mind you, so don’t get all grouchy with me about being a bad influence.”

he pursed his lips and his gaze flickered between your eyes, “fine, if you must know, i’m starting to feel old as shit, okay? everytime we go out i end up at home at four in the goddamn morning with a migraine and the luxury of a two-day fuckin’ hangover” lee admitted, “it’s a real pain in the ass, you know. if it isn’t for you pukin’ your guts out and needin’ help home every weekend, i’d be back home in the comfort of my own bed at a normal fuckin’ time.”

you lips curved into a small smile as you listened to the man whine and complain, “not my fault that someone buys me shots all night.”

“and that was the last time because i learned my fuckin’ lesson. you can’t handle your alcohol,” he pointed a finger at you, lips lifting at the corners to match your sweet, little smile.

lee russell was smitten with you, and it was a slippery slope that he’d been sliding down. he was a married man, after all, but the marriage came with its own complications.

“great talk. i’ll see you tonight, lee.” you winked at him, taking your coffee, and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you walked past him. lee’s eyes stayed on your body, watching your hips sway with each movement.

you had him wrapped around your finger, and he fucking hated it.

loud music and flashing lights filled your senses as you sipped on your vodka soda, waiting for your peers to arrive as time ticked away. amanda, bill and jen were always ready to crush back shots and forget about the bullshit week of classes with you, but even they were late.

you checked your cellphone as you leaned up against the bar, seeing if you had any missed messages from your colleagues. nothing.

you downed the rest of your drink and made a stop in the washroom to touch up your makeup and adjust your outfit—something special you wore in hopes to impress lee. a short, black skirt that hugged your curves and a black halter top held with thin straps that did little to cover your skin.

staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a mix of emotions, mostly disgust and embarrassment. lee was married, and here you were hurting your feet with four-inch heels and wearing an uncomfortable skirt in hopes that he’d see you and want to ravage you.

all for him to not even show up.

you swallowed your pride. maybe you would forget about the married man if you met someone nice on the dancefloor. someone single and your age.

your heels clicked against the tiled floor as you left the bathroom, eyes flickering around the busy club when your gaze settled on the man you’d fallen madly in love with. he was at the bar with two shots in front of him, hazel eyes eagerly searching for you. you stayed in the shadows a bit longer, your heart rate skyrocketing as you watched him standing there in his dark grey suit with red-patterned button down peeking from underneath.

he was such a dork—a nicely dressed dork.

those eyes you loved flickered in your direction, and your stomach filled with butterflies when his lips pulled into a toothy grin. he hadn’t even needed to beckon you, your legs working beyond your brain as you sauntered to his side.

“lee,” you beamed, wrapping your arms around your friend and giving him a quick hug, smelling the expensive, intoxicating cologne, “you’re the only one who showed,” your breath tickled his ear as you spoke, pulling back with a coy smile in your lips. you were quick to notice the way he looked you up and down, settling on your revealed skin until he met your eyes.

“really? no one else came?” he was shocked as he spoke, “well, those assholes are missing out,” he slid one of the tequila shots over to you, “because tonight is the fucking night we party our goddamn brains out. we’re not goin’ home until the sun is risin’, baby, i promise you that.”

the casual pet name sent a shiver up your spine, “what happened to being too old?” you asked with a smirk.

“a moment of weakness,” lee replied, “i’m lee fuckin’ russell, i’m fuckin’ invincible. i wanna’ get goddamn wasted!”

the tequila was warm down your throat, but you cringed at the taste. your work companion cheered, inhaling through his teeth sharply, “shit, that’s good,” he breathed, waving for the bartender to bring another round as he laid out cash on the counter to pay.

the second one went down smoother than the first, a lazy grin smeared along your lips as you focused your attention back on lee. he was already staring at you, smirking.

“why are you looking at me like a piece of meat?” you teased, licking your lips, and smoothing down the front of his suit with a delicate hand. your nails were painted a deep shade of red that matched his shirt.

“i’m allowed to admire a pretty woman,” he replied oh-so confidently, and you knew that he had showed up to the club with a few drinks already in his system, “did you dress up for me?”

this was the side of lee russell you always enjoyed seeing. the side that focused his attention solely on you, and made you feel wanted.

“you’re so full of yourself,” you laughed, cheeks warm, “i may have kept you in mind when i was getting ready.”

“i can tell,” he cocked his head to the side, unashamed in the way he reached forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. this was wrong on so many levels, but the thrill was a high that you chased, and you dared not to think about the consequences.

with the alcohol coursing through your body and the loud, bass-heavy music guiding your thoughts to the filthiest parts of your mind, you snagged lee’s hand in your own and laced your fingers together. lee russell was in a trance as he watched you lead him where the crowd of clubbers danced together—bodies grinding and arms strung around necks.

you glanced over your shoulder at him, the hunger in his eyes easy to spon even under the unpredictable lighting.

you were about to spin around and face the man, but you were surprised when his free hand landed on your hip, squeezing over the fabric of your skirt. his chest pushed flush against your back, lips tickling against your ear and causing a shudder to escape your lips.

it had been a long time since you danced like this with anyone, most nights you’d jump around the dancefloor with amanda and jen, sharing drunken laughs as lee watched you from afar. this was better.

his hips moved effortlessly with the music, yours moving in tandem as your ass bumped and swayed against the growing hard-on underneath his suit pants. your arms lifted above your head, his hands sliding up and down your sides, feeling over the bare skin revealed by your skimpy outfit.

you looked around the club, blinking and unable to focus on anything with the bright flashes of neon lights and tens of couples in the same situation as yourself. the alcohol had skewed your vision and all you could focus on was how wet you were between your legs, and the feeling of lee’s fingers caressing your exposed skin

“lee,” you breathed his name out as your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder, able to brush your lips against his jaw while hands tightened over your hips, “this is… wrong,” you could hardly speak.

your morals were showing, but you hadn’t the willpower to stop.

“it’s okay,” he hushed, head tilting enough that his lips barely brushed against yours, and it was then the alcohol seemed to hit you all at once.

you were quick to turn around in his arms, wrapping them around his neck and forcing your lips together in a kiss that had been dangling between you two for months. he licked into your mouth, parting your lips until he could slide his tongue against yours, fighting for dominance that wasn’t hard to win and leaving you wanting more.

everything happened fast.

one moment you two were tongue-fucking each other on the dancefloor, the next you were hidden away in the washroom on your knees with lee’s hands in your hair. his length was pushed deep in your throat as you sucked him off, addicted to the way his face twisted in pleasure as your tongue glided along the underside of his cock.

the music was muffled, but the washroom was loud with the sounds of girls chatting and laughing. doing coke together in the stalls, pouring alcohol out from the flasks they snuck in, and making so much noise that you weren’t worried when lee would choke out a moan or gasp your name.

your hands pressed against the front of his thighs as you bobbed your head, lips perfectly wrapped around him as his cock twitched in your mouth.

“get up,” he moaned shakily, taking your hair in his hands and yanking you from his cock. lips parted from it with a soft ‘pop’ and lee wanted so badly to keep going until your makeup was streaming down your cheeks, but he needed you, “i want to fuck you, baby,” he murmured, staring down at your eager, young face, “you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“mhm,” you whimpered as you stood, and he pinned you against the door of the stall, “it’s our secret, just ours. i promise—”

he shut you up with his lips, a hand reaching down, so his fingers could push past your panties and waste no time in making you squirm and moan. two fingers plunged inside your cunt, and he smiled against your lips, “you’re so easy, aren’t you?”

the degradation wasn’t surprising, and you welcomed it wholly.

“bet you’ll take my cock so fuckin’ easy too, won’t you, baby?” he breathed heavy against your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses against your skin as his fingers stretched you just right, “do you want it? tell me how bad you want my cock and i’ll think about giving it to you.”

“lee,” you squirmed, hips twitching as you tried to stay upright with your legs spread for him, “i want it bad, really fucking bad. please, i need it.”

that’s all it took for lee’s impatience to get the best of him. he hooked one of your legs around his hips and replaced his fingers with his cock, slow as he filled you and pulling back to watch your pretty mouth go slack as your cunt ached around him.

“i’m not on the pill,” you were quick to whisper in his ear, your hips shaking as he started rocking his. you buried your face against his neck, scared to scream his name and let everyone in the bathroom know what you were doing.

“fuck,” he groaned into your ear, one hand on your thigh wrapped around him, the other against the metal stall door next to your head while yours tugged on his hair for dear life, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay. just—fuck,” he couldn’t finish his scrambled thoughts, his mind going blank as he fucked you slow and steady, “just shut up and take it.”

you listened obediently like you always had with him, your head falling back against the door as he fucked you, surprisingly tender in his movements. his hips rocked against yours slowly, stretching deep into your heat and leaving you a pathetic mess that could hardly stand on one foot.

“you’re so tight,” lee grunted, biting underneath your ear hard enough to leave a mark, “and you’re all mine, all fucking mine.”

you pressed a hand to your lips, shutting yourself up as lee’s movements quickened. the stall door started squeaking with each forward kick of his hips, and neither of you cared at this point. all you could do was take it like he told you, legs parted and cunt squeezing around his cock until he came, filling you like he dreamed about doing every night.

the following monday had rolled by too quickly for your liking. you’d spent most of your sunday alone in your apartment, recovering from your night out and wallowing in the guilt that came with being lee’s mistress of the night. he’d gone home before sunrise, dropping you off at home in your shared taxi and sending you off with a kiss that had you feeling all kinds of confused.

your stomach twisted as you thought about seeing him today.

the morning bell hadn’t rung yet, and you were lounging in the staff room with a coffee in your hands and listening to the chatter of teachers having their last few moments of freedom.

“bummer that you had to cancel saturday night,” amanda’s voice caught your attention as she walked into the staff room, “but i hope you’re feeling better. there is nothing worse than wasting your weekends being sick.”

you perked up, confusion on your face as she poured her coffee.

“after lee let us all know you weren’t feeling good on friday he planned for us to go to this new bar on the other side of town. it was actually really fun, but can you believe this?” she peered over her shoulder to look at you, “he didn’t even show up.”

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Good Luck

Lee Russell x GN! Reader

Summary: Christine making it difficult for Lee to move on but luckily he has you.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Talk of old relationship/Divorce, Confrontation, Lying

The TV softly hummed as an emotional scene unfolded, watching one of Lee’s favorite shows as an end-of-day reward for having moved back into his old home.

Dating for almost a year, seeing how that big house affected him, always asking you to stay with him in the empty house. Finally, you gave him the idea of moving into his old house but only chose to do so when you agreed to move in too.

Sitting on the couch, head resting on Lee’s shoulder, cuddled up with each other's hands cradled in his lap, dressed for bed. As the final moments of the show rolled on, the ring of the doorbell surprised you both. Quickly pausing it, Lee got up to answer the door, but you tugged him back.

“I’ll get it,” you insist, wanting him to relax from the stressful day. “Thank you,” he whispered while relaxing back onto the couch, quickly placing a kiss on his cheek before walking off to the front door. Opening the French door seeing Christine, both your shock and confusion caused the air to stay silent.

“Is Lee home?” She broke the silence first. “What do you want with him?” You ask, closing the door behind you, not needing Lee to hear her.

“I’ll just come back tomorrow,” she says, turning away. “No, what do you want, Christine?” Asking again, not wanting her near him. Lee, having been divorced for more than a year, never showed up or even been mentioned.

“I just wanted to see how he was doing,” she responds, but all it did was piss you off. “Why do you care? You left him with nothing,” you say, stepping forward. “Coming back a year later to what? To play with his feelings?” She knew Lee wasn’t one to let things go so easily; if it weren't for you, he would have taken her right back, going back to his old ways.

“No, I just wanted to see how he’s doing,” she said, furthering your argument. “You couldn’t just look him up? Coming all this way in the dead of night just to check up on him,” seeing how her face turned at your comment, it was almost midnight, and yet here she was trying to convince you of her innocent jester.

“I don’t want to see you here again; please just leave,” you say before stepping back into your shared home. “Good luck with him,” she says, causing you to slam the door right in her face, then lock it.

Turning around, hearing the footsteps of Lee coming towards you, “Who was it?” He asks with concern on his face, “Just a salesperson,” you say, feeling his hand touch your arm, helping calm you down. “At this time of night?” He says, confused, “I know, right.” You say, still playing it off, knowing you’ll have to tell him the truth in the morning.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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CAMERON MONAGHAN M.L.

TWO-FACED; J. VALESKA SERIES

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GOTHAM/DC:

JEROME VALESKA:

TWO-FACED (series)

RETURN

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

JEREMIAH VALESKA:

ECCO:

STURNIOLO TRIPLETS:

MATT STURNIOLO:

NEEDY

CONNECTION

I ❤️ MY BF

“WHAT ARE YOU READING?”

QUIET

A HUNCH

THE CONSEQUENCES

CLUELESS

CLANDESTINE

CLANDESTINE II

PLAY FIGHT (blurb)

CHRIS STURNIOLO:

ATTITUDE READJUSTMENT

CLANDESTINE II

NICK STURNIOLO (PLATONIC):

BONES AND ALL:

LEE:

CONSUMPTION

THE EYES IN IOWA

MAREN:

OTHER:

TAYLOR RUSSELL:

BILLIE EILISH:

SNOWY DAY

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SUGAR DADDY

SERENITY

MOVIE NIGHT

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The Devil in Disguise: Part Three

Description: Living in a small town wasn’t always easy. Everyone was part of your personal business. It is suffociating and all you wanted to do was get away, but after getting caught in the sight of a certain Sheriff everything falls apart.

Summary: After the party, you attempt to return to a normal life, but it seems the ever-present Sheriff Bodecker isn't making that easy for you.

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: dark story, possessive behaviour, obsession, manipulation, Lee is in his mid-30s and reader is in mid-20s, mentions of drug use, mentions of prostitution, bad family life, mentions of violence, mentions of crimes, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional abuse, abandonment, mentions of violence, slight dub-con (unwanted kiss), abuse of power, pet name use: sweetness, sweetheart, bunny, daddy, eventual smut, under 18s dni

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It had always felt like time moved a little slower in Knockemstiff. Like the seasons seemed to pass by a little slower, the trees took more time to drift from one shade to the next, the sun lingering way into the Autumn and the snow layering the ground until way into the Spring. The town's people seemed to adapt to this molasse-type attitude, moving from one mundane task to the other, trying desperately to keep up with their neighbours, keeping their lawn freshly mowed and hedges neatly trimmed. All this not to cause a stir or be the subject of small-town gossip, working hard during the week and then Church on the weekend to ensure that no one saw them slipping away from their faith.

Of course, your family had always been a little different. Your momma had the dark demons that she fought daily, working a sinful job to make enough money to support those awful habits, moving from one man to the next and trying to fill that void deep within her. Your daddy had taken off when you were young, leaving you with no lasting memories, no pictures, no guidance or paternal figure. You never understood how he could have left his family the way he did, and those answers would remain unanswered as your momma refused to speak about him.

All that had left you with this dull and numb ache in your chest, growing up in a typical family had been all you ever wanted, but each year that passed, it felt like you grew further away from that being a possibility. Now grown as you were, it looked like the only sense of an ordinary family you would ever get would be from the one you created on your own and creating one in Knockemstiff wasn’t something you wanted.

Until you could get away, hopefully towards a better and better job. This bitter pit of guilt swirled in your chest whenever you thought about leaving Knockemstiff, a sour reminder that you were abandoning your momma and leaving her to a life of whoring and drugs. There had been times when you had tried to help her away from these addictions, but each time it left you with a busted lip or hurt from her venomous words. It never took much backtalk for your momma to remind you that you were nothing more than a mistake, a spiteful little reminder of the man that had left her in this awful town and of the beauty you had sapped from her very soul.

You needed to get away. You needed a fresh start somewhere else. You needed to venture forth, find new people, conjure a story about your past and never allow anyone to lead you back home.

In the little spare time between shifts, you took the time to complete the job application, assuring that you were putting your best self forward for your potential employers. There was nobody in your life that you could use to read over your application; there was a part of you that wondered if your momma had basic literacy skills, never seen her pick up a book or even glance at a menu from the diner before. Whilst far too scared to take it back to work again and ask Gillian, if you were to be found out by Jeremiah, then you’d be out on your ass before you knew it. No, instead, you just sealed away the application securely and took it to the local post office.

Daintily you passed the envelope over to Jessie Kingsgate behind the counter. Never one for making many conversations, she simply inspected the address for a moment, chewing on a wad of pink gum in her mouth and raising her brows, almost surprised by a letter going out of town. Then she dropped it into the bucket beside her, accepting the payment and handing back your change.

The second you saw that letter slip away was like a wave of relief washed across your entire frame. This was going to be the first step toward a fresh start. A new job meant you could find a tiny home, start attending the local Church, maybe find a good and honest husband and start a little family. Nothing too big, just a couple of kids running around that would keep you busy. They would never have to know about Knockemstiff, about your life before, about your lack of a family. No, you could just be their family.

As you pulled open the door to the post office, you practically skipped into the fresh morning air. The warm sun sank into your exposed skin as the worn sneakers you wore found the cracked sidewalk. It seemed like a lot of work needed to be done in this town. It had been like this since you were a kid, and it didn’t seem like they would be repairing anything soon.

“We jus’ keep runnin’ into each other, don’t we?” A low drawl came from beside you, turning your head to catch the Sheriff approaching with a stack of magazines in his arms and a smirk tugging at his lips. It wasn’t that you were shocked to see him, but somewhat surprised to see him dress in more casual clothes, a tan set of slacks with a pearly white button-down tucked into them. Seeing him dressed in something apart from his uniform was such a strange sensation; you supposed there was a naïve part of you who was reminded that he had a life outside his demanding job. “How’re you feelin’, girl?”

“O-oh, I-I’m well, Sheriff.” You spluttered back in his direction, eyes cast downwards, only focusing on those cracks and only then hearing his chortle in response. “Eyes up…” He commanded; your body obliged, finding those dangerously alluring eyes. “D’you see me wearin’ a uniform, sweetness? There ain’t no need t’call me Sheriff if I ain’t in one…” Calloused fingers reaching out to pinch your chin. Not a moment later, tugging away from his grip, weary of those eagle eyes and loose lips around town that might have mentioned the Sheriff's lingering touches. “Go ahead an’ answer my question again the way I like…”

“Oh-okay…” Then clearing your throat as if to cough away the heavy nervous stutters on your tongue. “I, uh… I’m good, Mr Bodecker…” Even now, trying to find a way to keep things formal, hesitantly, you met his eyeline again, observing how he squinted shortly. Lee wanted you to relax in his presence, but you appeared anxious around him. He wondered if it was because he was a figure of authority or just a man vying for your attention.

As if to put you at ease, a hearty chuckle tumbled from Lee. “S’pose it’s better…” He noted, eyes flickering across your frame and continuing. “It’ll be somethin’ we can work on together, hmm?” Then following with a wink that sent a shock of electricity directly down your spine. “You headin’ over t’the diner, sweetheart?” Quirking a brow as he drew his arms across his chest, waiting for you to compose yourself before answering.

It was clear you were heading into work, wearing your sweet little sunflower yellow waitressing dress with your nametag clearly displayed on your chest. It certainly wasn’t something you’d choose to wear outside of work. “Th-that’s right, Mr Bodecker.” You replied, brushing your hands down your dress, trying to smooth out the rough material, then adding. “I-I need t’be goin’ or else I’mma be late, and Mr Henley is gonna be mighty mad.” At this, Lee displayed a tempered look. “Then let me give ya a ride there…”

An unsettling feeling swirled in your stomach, making you want to refuse, but as you found his eyeline, it became clear that wasn’t an option. “Don’t wanna be disturbin’ your day-off, sir.” “Y’ain’t…” His response was far too quick, placing his hand on your lower back and leading you toward the parking lot. Your eyes scanned the spaces in search for his cruiser, but instead, you were greeted by his shiny Pontiac GTO. There was no disguising the surprised look that pressed onto your face as you both approached. “Y’best wipe that look from ya face, or else it’ll get stuck that way once the wind changes.” You’d never felt more like a child at that moment, climbing into the car as Lee popped open the passenger door for you.

Sliding into the plush leather seats, you were utterly speechless. The entire vehicle was pristine like it hadn’t been driven often. Maybe he kept it under a cover in his garage but actively cleaned and kept it well-tuned. The driver’s door opened, and Lee climbed in, too; it didn’t look like the car could belong to someone like him. Perhaps you were used to seeing him in the cruiser. This Pontiac was much too stylish for him. “Y’got somethin’ y’wanna say?” Quirking a brow at you. “N-no, sir. No.” You hiccupped in response, watching him observe you for a moment longer, smirking a second later and igniting the ignition with a thunderous engine roar; the entire car shook violently as it tore to life.

It was bizarre. It was the type of car you expected to be pulled over by the cops, certainly not driven by one or the Sheriff. The drive through the small town drew attention, heads casting in the direction of the noisy muscle car that rolled by. It made you duck your head down to avoid their inquisitive gaze; it couldn’t be a good look to be seen being driven to work by the Sheriff again. It didn’t feel as intimate when in the cruiser, but now his personal car was very different.

With a jerking turn, Lee turned into the diner's parking lot, tugging his car over two spaces greedily and then tilting his head in your direction. “Y’remember what we talked ‘bout, girl?” Your brows scrunched in confusion. “Y’remember the type a’things this town’ll talk ‘bout?” He pressed again, tutting as that dumb little look stayed pushed to your expression. “Forgetful bunny…” He muttered coldly. “If they see ya hangin’ ‘round with the likes a’Arvin Russel or Ari Levinson, then they’re gonna start thinkin’ your jus’ as much a delinquent as they are…” Lee spelt out for you. “Now, y’don’t want people thinkin’ the worst a’you, do ya? These townsfolk might start thinkin’ you’re spreadin’ them pretty legs and becomin’ a no-good whore… Now, that ain’t very godly, is it? Ain’t a good look for a look girl like yourself…”

As he brought your religion into question, it made a hard shudder course down your spine, hands clenched into little fists on your lap and too scared to break eye contact with the man.  No, you didn’t want people speaking about you behind your back and spreading all sinful, untrue rumours. A small part of you wondered if that was something that could even be avoided with Lee spending all this time around you. That could be something that they would speak about…

It wasn’t like Lee was a particularly liked or respected man in this town. Sure, he was feared, but most people spoke awful behind his back. He had a reputation for not being very law-abiding for being a lawman. Not to mention the rumours that had stirred after his wife had left him. Of course, you didn’t know the true story, nobody did apart from Lee and his wife, but it didn’t stop the rumours from floating around town. Rumours about infidelity, infertility and then the darker ones that were spun too. You had only been in High School when these rumours were floating around, truly paying them no mind, choosing to keep your head down and focus on your studies. You did know that it had almost cost the Sheriff the election; the whole situation painted him badly. Not much of a family man without a family around him.

“Y’jus’ need t’make sure y’keep that precious nose clean, hmm?” His finger pressed delicately against the tip of your nose, dragging you back to the present. “Stay away from them boys who ain’t gonna do ya any good…” Lee’s final comment came with a teasing smirk. “Now, go on and get t’work. I got things I need to be doing that don’t involve your pretty behind followin’ me all day.” A defiant little part wanted to remind him that it was his idea to give you a ride and to have this conversation. Still, the submissive role simply nodded, hastily gathering your things and clambering from the Pontiac. “Ain’t you got somethin’ t’say?” His voice caused your entire frame to freeze.

“Oh…” Turning on your heel to duck your head back into the vehicle, mouth completely dry as you continued. “Th-thank you, sir-Mr… Mr Bodecker…” Your spluttering and stuttering only caused that same smug smile to twitch onto his lips, sensing the way his eyes admired every dip and curve of your body whilst you rushed across the parking lot into the diner. Never had your simple work dress felt so revealing.

As you enter the diner, allow a heavy breath to escape your lips. The door to Jeremiah’s office swung open with a resounding squeak, head popping around and perturbed gaze in your direction. It wasn’t difficult to see that Jeremiah was frustrated, jet black eyes narrowed whilst his cheeks were a blotchy shade of red from his frustration. “I-I-…” Eyes casting towards the clock, only a few minutes late for your shift, but that was enough to put you into the warpath of your quick-tempered boss. “My office. Now.” Jeremiah ground out, listening to how the customers began talking in hush whispers. It was no secret that Jeremiah treated his staff like trash, he thought he was a little sneakier, but the town knew.

Never would you have dreamed about saying the type of things that Jeremiah had growled at you. It truly made you feel worthless the way he informed you that you were a waste of oxygen, hissing that he should never had given you a job, reminding you of all the ways you continued to make mistakes, all the money you had cost him to the very penny like he kept a ledger. If you weren’t desperate for the money, you probably would have quit on the spot, but you needed to keep a roof over your head and food in your belly. “Now, get t’fuckin’ work before I send ya home without pay.” You turned on your heel at that final threat and dashed towards the door, hearing his barking threat continue. “Consider y’self fuckin’ lucky t’still be workin’ here…” No part of you felt lucky.

It was humiliating, and this wasn’t the first time. Then you had sobbed for an hour in the bathrooms, earning another rage-filled talk about wasting more time. It was such an abusive and hostile environment to have to work in. The day when you could finally quit would be the best day ever.

To try and smooth things with Jeremiah, you proceeded to pick up a few extra shifts. All morning you happily worked alongside Gillian, but around midday, her shift ended, and she left with her latest fling. It wasn’t hard to see that Bobby was clearly smitten with Gill, and that was the type of love you wanted, to have someone so enamoured and adoring you. The way that Bobby fawned over her didn’t faze Gillian; watching how he nervously fluttered around her only made her huff and roll her eyes, merely bored or bothered by his presence.

It was a gruelling day of working until closing, feet aching terribly in your sneakers, arms weak from carrying trays of plates and pots of coffee. All you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and sleep for the next week. There was that little reminder if your head that in eight hours, you’d have to do this entire dance all over again. It felt like you were stuck in this endless cycle of work and then home and then back to work to only come back home. Something inside of you begged for something new, something different.

The door opened with a delightful jingle; gazing over your shoulder, a bright smile caught your lips as Ari approached the counter, hands dug deep into his pocket to capture a loose cigarette and place it between his lips. “Hi…” You squeaked sweetly, rounding the counter to be stood on the other side of him, playing anxiously with the strings of your coffee-stained apron. “Ah, hey…” A cloud of smoke emerged from his lips with his greeting. “Y’seen Gill?”

“Did she not tell ya that Bobby was takin’ her out?” Brows shot up in surprise that Gillian wouldn’t have mentioned it to Ari. He simply smirked and shook his head as if this was some regular occurrence. “Bobby LeRoe?” You just nodded in confirmation. “Jeez, the poor guy had no idea what he’s getting’ into…” The notion that Gillian would eat him alive was a sentiment you shared, giggling at his words and leaning onto the counter, feeling comfortable in Ari’s warm, sunshine-like presence, genuinely basking in his glow. “Jus’ wish she’d told me, so I didn’t waste a trip here on my way home…”

“Oh, right…” You echoed sympathetically, tapping your fingers quietly against the wooden counter. “Um, did you wanna coffee or beer before y’leave, Ari?” You quizzed politely, observing him take another drag of his cigarette and then nodding, confirming that he wanted a coffee. “Sure, I can get that…” Then fluttering across to collect a freshly cleaned cup and a pot of coffee, flitting back to place it down and pouring whilst quizzing. “Ya had a long day?” You wouldn’t often attempt to make small talk with the customers, but with Ari, it was different. Whilst growing up, you had the biggest crush on him. It was difficult with Gillian being your best friend and his little sister. Not like that was the reason that had held you back. No, just being too shy to ever act in those situations.

“Had a long year…” Ari chortled cynically, rubbing his hand over his face. “It ain’t so bad when m’around you, though…” Lifting his tired gaze to meet your own, feeling the way your heart leapt to your throat, eyes sparkling with happiness from his little compliment. “Y’got home safe and sound after the party, right? Felt rotten ‘bout bailin’ on y’both like that…”

Your mind sank back to the night of the party, remembering how Ari had sprinted past you to evade the cops that had crashed the event. “Oh… Oh, it ain’t nothin’ t’worry ‘bout, Ari.” You assured him lightly. “I, uh… I got home safely…” Part of you wanted to end the sentence there, but Ari’s urged you on. “Um, I got a ride home with Sh-Sheriff Bodecker…” Your eyes quickly shot down to your hands on the counter, not wanting to see the judgement on his face.

A moment passed. “Bodecker?” You could feel the way his eyes bore into your delicate skin, trying to find if you were telling the truth or just yanking his chain. “You two goin’ steady or somethin’?” Instantly your head whipped up, eyes wide and mouth open. “What?” Your voice was a pitch higher than usual. “What? N-no, where’d y’get an idea like that?” You pressed, no hiding that you were appalled by the accusation alone.

“Dunno…” He shrugged. “Jus’ didn’t seem all that drunk when I last saw ya…” Slowly you blinked at him. “For him to be escortin’ y’home is jus’ a little strange.” Both your eyes met then, sharing a look. “Anyone would think the Sheriff was givin’ it t’ya…” Ari announced without caring about his surroundings; this late, the diner was almost empty apart from a couple of truckers passing through town and drunks that had been kicked from the local dive.

“Givin’ it…” You echoed his sentiment, a naïve mind not following what this could mean. Ari couldn’t hold the smirk that tugged at his lips. “Yeah…” He muttered almost to himself. “Somethin’ tells me y’ain’t that type a’girl…” A brief comment to himself again made you almost feel humiliated. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that… You’re a good girl…” The words of Sheriff Bodecker’s fluttered through your mind, constantly reminding you that you were a good girl and needed to continue to be one.

Awkwardly you shuffled from one foot to the other, rubbing your damp hands against your apron as you attempted to build the courage to speak again. “Y’really don’t like Sheriff Bodecker…” He refused to meet your gaze then, focusing on his almost empty coffee mug. “He ain’t all that bad, is he?”

His gaze finally met your own, eyes filled with disgust and anger. “You ain’t heard the rumours ‘bout his wife?” Your shoulders simply shrugged, and he let out a low huff, like a bear that had been disturbed from his slumber. “That pig is rotten t’the fuckin’ core. There ain’t a good damn thing ‘bout him.” There was no ignoring the anger that was beginning to bubble inside of Ari. “That fucker knew the situation we were in after losin’ our parents, and still he made it hell f’me to make any money. All whilst takin’ backhands from people doin’ way worse things…” The notion made your face scrunch in sympathy.

It was difficult for Ari and Gillian after losing their parents. Ari had been working in construction for a few years, but Gillian was only fresh out of High School. They worked hard to make enough to get by, and you knew that Ari had some dodgy side business just to make a little more. From what Gillian had told you, Ari sold some tame drugs to college students and rich folks the next town over. Of course, that all paled in comparison to the rumours about the type of dealings that Lee had been involved with, from rigging the town election to stay Sheriff to taking bribes from mafia types so they could go about their business in peace.

The cruel way that Ari spoke about the Sheriff made your insides clench anxiously. “D’you.. d’you really believe that… them rumours though? ‘Bout his wife?” They were the types of rumours held very heavily against Lee. Finishing his coffee with one final gulp, Ari shrugged. “There ain’t no smoke without fire, right?” He offered in response. To think that Lee was a bad person because of his professional actions was one thing, but to believe that he could kill his wife was something else entirely; you remembered the first time you’d heard that rumour, his wife’s best friend Annie was almost in tears in the Salon speaking about it had been such a long time since she had heard from her, theorising that Lee had buried her in the backyard to avoid any difficulties with the divorce, that rumour spread faster than any others and stuck harder too.

“Besides, I’m sick of speakin’ ‘bout that pig fuck…” He commented it was such a contradiction to his usual warm and kind self to hear him speak about someone with such visceral hate painted him in a very different light. “Did y’wanna a ride home? S’awful late for you t’be walkin’ on your own…” He commented that was the Ari you recognised, taking safety into account.

The warnings from this morning from the Sheriff sat like a lump in your throat, warning that you’d be seen as just as much of a delinquent as the people around you. It wasn’t like Ari was a bad person, you had known him for such a long time and it was simply a ride home. It wasn’t like the Sheriff was going to find out. No, you could convince yourself that it was sensible to ride with Ari, then you wouldn’t be tempted to walk through the forest to get home quicker. All these rules were tying you up in knots; too many different and specific things you found yourself worrying about. “If it ain’t too much trouble for ya…”

“Nah. It ain’t trouble.” Ari chuckled then, filling you with warmth and tenderness once again. He stood and stepped aside, waiting for you to get yourself ready to leave. Hastily you cleaned away and nabbed your personal effects from your locker, then rushed back to Ari. His hand found your lower back, guiding you from the diner towards his beat-up truck, tugging open the door and assisting you into the seat. “Thanks~” You quipped sweetly, focusing on popping in the seat strap as Ari climbed in beside you, lighting up a cigarette before asking. “You good?”

Simply nodding in response, Ari began the ride home. You could remember in High School all the stories that swirled the school yard from the pretty girls his year who would talk about being with Ari in his truck. The stories were enough to leave you blushing, whilst Gillian would just scoff and mutter insults under her breath. Now all the girls had left town or found a good man to marry, starting their own families, and their time with Ari Levinson was probably a distant memory. It didn’t mean that Ari had slowed down when it came to female attention, finding new women to spend time with, real women, older than you with real experience, knowing how to please him and keep his attention. They were all beautiful women, like something from a high-end fashion catalogue, all long legs, quaint figures and silky tresses. You were his sister’s best friend, nothing more than a hopeless little girl with no experience.

The drive back to your home was quiet; Ari’s eyes drifted from the road to where you sat, then back again. Humming along with the radio before finally deciding to say. “Y’seem like you got a lot on y’mind…” He mentioned thoughtfully, causing you to quirk a brow. “Like, y’always seem t’be thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’… like, somethin’ is botherin’ you.” For a moment, you remained very quiet; your anxious mind's inner workings were not something you opted to explain to many people. “You know, I got a lil’ somethin’ that might be able t’help with all them noisy thoughts. It’s somethin’ that might bring you a couple hours of jus’ nothin’…” Reaching into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt Ari pulled out a tin and from within a cigarette to drop into your waiting pam. “What is it?”

“Jus’ somethin’ y’smoke…” He replied quickly, sensing your apprehension; Ari continued. “It has a special herb mixed in, and it’ll make y’feel real nice. Promise. I’d never do anythin’ t’hurt ya…” There was such assurance in his voice that you broke into a smile, placing it away safely in your purse before watching as Ari pulled the truck down the dirt road towards your home. “When you’re feelin’ like s’all too much jus’ light that sucker up…” He directed with ease.

The further up the dirt path, the more you moved around on the bench, jostling as the suspension fought against the uneven ground. “Y’momma got herself a friend for the evenin’?” A knowing smirk drew across his lips, and anxiously you caught sight of the stylish car parked outside your rundown little home. It was one that you recognised the moment it came further into view.

Before you could even warn Ari, the door to your home opened with an unnaturally whack against the wooden wall, almost knocking the old porch light away from the rusted screws that kept it in place. Lee emerged with a perturbed look present on his features. Instantly your heart leapt to your throat, lodging there uncomfortably whilst Ari muttered harsh curses from beside you. His hands hurried to tidy away any suspicious objects from view inside his truck. “What the fuck?” He hissed in your direction. “What the fuck is he doin’ here?”

Stalking off the porch, Lee glared through the windshield at you and commanded lowly. “Out. Now.” Your apologetic gaze caught Ari’s before slipping from his truck, holding your purse tightly to your chest as the Sheriff approached, keeping his voice low but full of a strict authority. “Y’must have one short memory. We spoke ‘bout this not 12 hours ago.” He grumbled, making you flinch at the aggression in his tone. “Whilst you’re fuckin’ ‘round with all these boys…” You opened your mouth to argue then, but Lee just continued. “Y’momma was in a real bad way. Beaten bloody by one of her regulars. Luckily one of my deputies called me, and I made sure she didn’t spend the night in the cells for whorin’ herself…” Your heart thudded hard in your chest, squeezing your purse tight and shaking your head. “That what you been doin’ too? Whorin’ y’self out for Levinson?” Tears stung your eyes horribly. “N-no, sir. No, no…”

The pop of the truck door opened, and Lee’s anger was instantly turned towards Ari. “Son, get back in the fuckin’ car.” He grumbled at him lowly. “There a problem here, Sheriff?” Ari quirked a brow as he’s eyes found your own, seeing those little tears lining your lower lid, lower lip trembling as you fought to keep yourself composed. “Ari…” “I was jus’ givin’ my sister's friend a ride home. It’s real late and ain’t safe to be walkin’ these streets alone so late…” He commented; Lee’s jaw seemed to tick with anger, teeth clenched so hard you thought they might break. “S’pose wouldn’t be so bad if the fuckin’ cops did anythin’ in this town instead of jus’ stuffin’ their faces, drinkin’ themselves stupid and visitin’ the whore house…”

“Ari, please…” You whimpered into the compressed air. “Hands against the hood,” Lee commanded suddenly, and Ari looked at him a little perplexed. “I said, hands against the hood.” He slammed his hand against the warm metal; Ari turned reluctantly and squeezed his eyes closed, prepared for Lee to find some illicit paraphernalia on his person. “Need t’start watchin’ that mouth ‘round me, Levinson. Could a’let that attitude slide after y’parents…” Ari visibly tensed at the mention of them. “But I ain’t gonna have you disrespectin’ me no more.” Lee was patting him down, pulling out lighters, cartons of cigarettes and then suddenly, you yelped. “Please, stop this…” Lee looked at you, and Ari made a breathy noise. “Please… you… you said my-my momma was in a bad way… please…” At that moment, Ari knew that you’d saved him from a night in the cells or possibly worse.

Again, you see that Lee’s jaw is tight, taking a step backwards from Ari and pushing him back towards the driver’s seat of his truck. “Go home, Levinson. Don’t come ‘round here again.” The threat lingered between you three before Lee’s dark gaze found your own. “Inside. Now.” He commanded, and again you followed without hesitation, unable to move quickly enough away from the firm hand that pressed into your lower back, guiding you away from Ari. “Silly little girl.” He muttered under his breath as he pushed you into the house. “Ain’t listenin’ t’me. How many times do I need t'say it, bunny?” Suddenly your back was pressed against the wall and Lee looking into your eyes, anger bubbling onto his face. “Keep thinkin’ you’re a good girl, but y’keep tryin’ t’prove me wrong.”

“I-I am… am good…” You tell him, voice jumping and squeaking horribly in your throat. “Then fuckin’ act like it…” He spat out. “Ain’t no one gonna wanna make a wife out of a whore.” He growled, leaning down, his face so close to your own that you could feel his whiskey-soaked breath drawing waves over your features. “You need t’get it into your head, bunny. You need a ride. You need someone t’talk with. You need someone t’fix your sink. You need anythin’ then you jus’ call me. I’ll look after you. I’ll fix anythin’. I’ll make the bad things go away.” His voice was nothing more than a growl. “Jus’ don’t talk… Jus’ nod you head ‘cause that little brain understands.” You did. “Good girl.” He let out a shallow breath. “Give daddy a little kiss.” Your body froze completely. “Jus’ to… t’say that you’re sorry… Jus’ a little… little kiss.”

Part of you wanted to push Lee away; you didn’t want to kiss him, you just wanted to check that your momma was alright, but it didn’t seem like Lee was going to let you free anytime soon. Leaning up onto the tips of your toes, you carefully brushed your lips against his own, pecking his lips just gently, a quick peck. “Good girl.” He breathed out, and suddenly you had room to breathe again, able to escape his tight grasp and rush to your momma’s aid.

Lee hadn’t been lying when he said your momma was in a bad way; laying out across the couch, Mable was littered with these discoloured bruises and deep cuts, the sight of finger marks across her arms, her nose looked like it might’ve been broken too, especially sounding like her breathing was different, it was real deep and almost wheezing. Tears sting your eyes as you slip down to her side and take her hand, squeezing it between your fingers. “I gave her somethin’ for the pain,” Lee explained from where he stood in the doorway. “Y’need me t’stay tonight?”

“No.” The answer flew from your mouth much quicker than you intended. “Uh, no… no, sir.” You retconned, keeping your voice smaller and sweeter, not wanting to infer his wrath again. “No, jus’ wanna look after her…” Then standing, brushing down your dress and looking towards Lee. “Th-thank you for… for bringin’ her home, Mr Bodecker. Dunno what I would’a done if you’d ended up in the cells.” You explained, wrapping your arms around yourself and gifting Lee a kind glance. “That’s better…” He muttered softly, crossing the room to be standing in front of you, reaching out to place his hands on your hips. “You’re welcome. Like I said, I jus’ wanna look after you… that extends t’your family too…” His voice was tender; you could only nod in response. “Ya need anythin’ jus’ call my number or the station, and they’ll patch you through right away.” For a moment, you expected Lee to steal another kiss, but instead, he took a step back, receding down the hallway and out of your home.

When Lee was gone, you felt like you could finally breathe again, dropping down and covering your face with your hands. How had you gotten yourself into this situation? How had you been caught in the Sheriff’s sight? How were you gonna explain any of this to Ari? How would Gillian react once he told her everything that had happened? The questions spun around your mind wildly, leaving you almost hyperventilating on the ground. Tonight, you could just focus on fixing up your momma, but eventually, you would have to face each of those questions.

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Lover’s Quarrel

Lee Russell x Reader

Summary: Reader is the third Vice Principal of North Jackson High. She often finds herself fighting with Lee Russell. Tension builds until it finally breaks.

CW: cussing because duh it’s Lee Russell, p in v, creampie, biting(?), Lee being a panty thief,

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You sat alongside your two coworkers watching some of the kids practice for the pep rally. Neal Gamby and Lee Russell, your fellow Vice Principals. Only a few weeks back they had dragged you along for some harebrained scheme to get the new Principal, Dr. Belinda Brown, fired. Breaking into her home, resulting in Russell loosing it and burning her entire house down. You were in the thick of it with them now, no turning back.

Gamby and Lee argued back and forth about what the next plan was to ensure Belinda Brown was no more. You were halfway zoned out not much caring for their petty bickering.

“I can’t help both of you pussed out on me and ran,” Lee scoffed at Gamby. “You can’t be serious right now, what did you want us to go up in flames with the house?” Gamby rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Lee began talking through his teeth, “I’m talking about how we were gonna highjack her car too, Gamby! Could’ve burnt that shit down right in the school parking lot!”

“I think burning her new house down was far enough, Lee,” you finally chimed in.

“Yeah, dumbass. Don’t you think we would’ve been caught then?!” Gamby leaned in.

“She has kids, Lee. We’ve already made them homeless,” you sat up straight rolling your shoulders.

“You two are no fun!” Lee rolled his eyes, “Too invested in her personal life and shit. I don’t give a fuck about her! Neither should you, little miss sensitive.”

“That’s rich coming from someone with a detailed binder on every single faculty member in this building,” you stood up.

“Yeah!” Gamby pointed a finger in his face, “You’re the one who’s invested!”

“Shut the fuck up, Gamby,” Lee scrunched his face up at him. Lee’s eyes followed you as you walked down the bleachers.

“Where the fuck are you goin’, prissy pants?” Lee stood up behind you.

“Anywhere where I don’t have to hear your dumbass complain,” you turned around and threw your arms up.

“You always are the first one to back out on anything! Can’t even commit to a conversation with us,” Lee crossed his arms.

“Ooo a lovers quarrel,” Gamby teased.

“Shut Up, Gamby!” You both spoke together.

Lee began walking down the bleachers towards you. This just pissed you off worse.

It had almost always been like this with you and Lee. Small bickerings that were normally wrapped up with some flirting. All your coworkers constantly teased you both about fighting like an old married couple. Lee was different when you were alone. Staying late to help you with some paperwork that you could’ve done yourself, deeply complimenting you, always making an excuse to invite you into his office or himself into yours, lingering touches between you. Things had changed since Dr. Brown joined the faculty. Lee was sassier than ever. No longer willing to be any form of helpful, just hanging around throwing off-hand insults towards anyone and everyone. It had been growing old. You were sick of constant negativity pouring from him.

You headed down the stairs of the bleachers walking as fast as you could away from him.

“What’s the matter with you?” Lee rushed behind you, his hard steps echoing on the metal stairs. You ignored him, continuing forward. “I thought this was like our thing! Just some back and forth, what’s the big deal?” Lee scoffed.

“I’m not in the mood for this today, Lee,” you rolled your eyes refusing to look back at him. He was hot on your heals.

“What are you on your period or something?” Lee joked.

That was it. That sent you over the edge.

"Oh, sweet God, Lee! You're being a fucking asshole!" You stormed off into the nearby woods. The area in which old school supplies got dumped, also where Lee often took his smoke break.

"Me the asshole? You're the one actin' like a royal bitch right now!" Lee followed closely behind you.

That struck a nerve.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Lee stood before you, hands on his hips, mouth hanging awkwardly open and eyes wide. He stammered slightly shaking his head.

"Nothing," he threw his hands up doing a circle step.

"No- Go ahead, Russell. Since you want to be so brave, tell me what you said!"

"You're the one that called me an asshole," he mumbled.

"Because you are an asshole! That's all you've ever been and all you'll ever be! A self obsessed, egotistical asshole!" You grunted as you spun around, leaning your arm against a tree.

"Oh, now look whose name callin'!" Lee stomped.

"You act all sweet and friendly to the staff, then do everything in your power to stab them in the back. Laughing and jokin' at the lunch table, pretending to be one of them. Well you aren't! You're a fucking psychopath who loves to pull everyone down with him! You're a sicko with a power trip, Russell!"

Lee scoffed at you, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"FUCK YOU, LEE RUSSELL!" You got into his face pointing at him.

Lee cocked his head to the side. His hands found both sides of your face, crashing his lips into yours. You were stunned and extremely aroused. You sunk into the kiss full force, your body melting into Lee's grasp.

"You've got a dirty mouth on you, Ms. L/N," Lee flashed a toothy grin at you.

"You have no idea," you chuckled to yourself.

"Fuck, me. I like the sound of that," he pressed his lips back into yours, backing you into the tree you had leaned on prior. You exchanged spit as your tongues tussled, sloppy kissing being shared. Lee's lips found their way to your neck, biting and sucking at it. "Don't be fucking greedy," you breathed out.

"I'll do whatever I want," he kissed your skin, biting down a little harder than before. A small moan escaped you feeling his teeth dance along your skin. You wanted him badly.

Lee pulled you away from the tree, escorting you over to the mattress on the ground. A little gross, but you could not care right now. "Let's hurry things along a little, I've got an evaluation in an hour," Lee helped you onto the mattress, crawling on top of you. A prominent tent pitched in his tight khakis. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, dontcha Russell?"

"Oh, shut up," Lee kissed your lips. He ran a hand down your body, sliding under your skirt, finding your clothed core. His fingers began making circles against your sensitive nub. Your hips jolted forward at the sudden friction. Your eyes shot up to him. "Did you think I was gonna be the only one getting off here?" Lee looked at you with a cocky grin. You ran both hands up his body, tugging him down by his tie.

"Fuck me, Lee," you fluttered your eyes at him.

"Don't have to ask me twice, sweetheart," Lee began pulling himself from his pants. You shimmied your panties down your legs, cool air hit your soaking core. Lee's eyes stared up your skirt, mouth hanging open admiring your sex. Your eyes finally caught his fully erect cock, his hand grasped around it stroking himself. Your face flushed. Lee got in position, lining himself up with your opening. He eased himself in, the tip stretching you first. Lee’s eyes stared down at yours, lust written all over his face.

He continued easing his way inside you, giving you time to adjust to him. He found himself fully inside you, both of you breathing loud and heavy. He stayed for a moment not ready to begin moving. He gently pulled himself back before aggressively thrusting back into you. A moan fell from you.

"Ah, fuck. Has a pussy this good seriously being hidin' from me this whole time?" Lee threw his head back as he continued thrusting into you. His cocked stretched you just right.

"Should've bent you over my desk by now. Fucked you in the teacher's lounge. Hell, I'll fuck you on my future Principal's desk," Lee grinned ear to ear.

"You mean my future desk," you scowled at him.

"Whatever gets you to let me keep fucking you," Lee leaned his head against you. He squinted his eyes savoring the feeling of you around him. He had not been fucked in a longtime, let alone by someone as good as you.

Lee's hips rocked into you consistently quick, your head rested back on the mattress. He felt extremely good inside you, even if that mouth of his was not doing him any favors. He leaned down placing a wet kiss on your lips, his hand creeping down your body and finding your sensitivity again. His name was a soft moan on your lips. You felt your orgasm inching through your body his fingers working absolute magic on you. You were breathless.

“I wanna cum in you, okay?” Lee whispered in your ear. You nodded aggressively. You knew you would unwind any minute now. Lee’s hips grew sloppy and unrhythmic as he began chasing his high. Praises flowed from him as he threw his head back, his fingers finally sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around him, a loud moan escaping you. Lee’s body fell flush with yours, his hips snapping into you. “Fuck, Y/N, you have the perfect pussy,” he moaned in your ear. Ropes of him shot inside you, his hips sputtering trying to get as deep inside you as possible. His lips pressed into yours hard. One of his hands cupped your cheek, Lee admired you, being tender with you for only a moment.

“Goddamn, Y/N! That was— Fuck, great,” Lee chuckled awkwardly trying to catch his breath. You ran your hand through Lee’s hair, his eyes softening for a moment. Lee pulled out of you hesitantly. Deep down he wished you could stay like this forever. He would never admit it publicly, but he really liked you. You both sighed. He rolled over to be on the mattress beside you.

You sat up, searching for your panties that had been discarded earlier. “Where’d my underwear go?”

Lee laughed. He patted his chest, “Don’t you worry about those, I’m sure you have plenty more at home.” Your whole body flushed with heat when you realized what he was saying.

“You’re seriously going to make me walk around the rest of the day with no underwear?” You half smiled at him.

“Goddamn right I am. Make sure every time you sit down you remember what happened out here,” Lee laughed, standing up and reaching his hand out to you. You took it, he pulled you to your feet. Your chest was flush against his, you looked up at him. You pressed a kiss to his lips quickly. You saw a slight pink hue rise on his cheeks. Lee’s hands were on your hips, heavy brown eyes staring into yours. A faint smile painted his face.

The bell rang in the distance.

Lee’s eyes shot up to the school behind you. “Uh— Guess we outta get back to work,” he placed a tiny peck on your cheek. You smiled as he walked ahead of you, one of his hands reaching behind him for yours. You intertwined fingers with him, getting a satisfied look over his shoulder. He led you out of the trees, the field that was previously full of loud cheering students was now empty. No one was outside. At least, that’s what you thought. Lee spun around, planting another kiss on your lips. A goofy grin painting his face.

“RUSSELL!”

You both jumped slightly hearing Neal Gamby’s voice echoing through the air.

“Jesus Christ,” Lee sighed as he turned around to face him.

“What the fuck were you guys doing out there? You know we have to monitor the halls during class changes! Plus you guys forced me to have ‘small talk’ with Bitch Brown!” Gamby folded his arms over his chest.

“No need to get your nutsack twisted, Gamby. We just needed to plan out our next attack,” Lee flicked him in the shoulder walking past him to the school.

“I’m supposed to be involved in all conversations about this!” Gamby protested.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, following closely behind Lee. Turning to make a face at Gamby as you headed inside.

“You guys suck,” Gamby mumbled as he hustled to catch up with you.

You and Lee walked side by side inside the building, occasionally bumping into each other. Exchanging small smiles back and forth. Continuously grazing hands, longing to interlock fingers again.

Save that for another time.

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[END]

~ Thank you for reading! This is my first time writing for Lee Russell so I hope you enjoyed it! I am currently on Episode 6(?) of Vice Principals and am absolutely obsessed. I will be more than happy to write more for Lee Russell if anyone has requests! If you want to be tagged in my future work let me know! ~

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[radawayghoul]

His Little Dove | Chapter 1

The Plan

Warnings: cursing, slight age difference, innuendos, height difference, ummm calling people names, angst, i think i switched from second to third POV at a certain point so..bad/subpar writing is a warning lol, 18+ only, MDNI

Pairing: Lee Russell x Reader (AFAB)

Word Count: 2,123

A/N: it's finnniisshheeddd!! ugh i actually am so insanely proud of this chapter!! thank you so much to everyone who has been waiting to read this!! i'm genuinely so honored and am starting chapter two as we speak!! the comments and stuff really motivate me so much 🥹

 Following behind Lee and Neal, Y/N listened in on their conversation, a bit confused as to why you’d been invited. 

“Oh, Jesus Christ, the bloodbath begins,” Lee said around a mouth full of smoke, “She’s got me off my rocker, Gamby. We gotta act quick,” Lee adjusted his hold on his cigarette, “Now, she’s tied up in teacher reviews for the next 72 minutes. That gives us some time.” 

Y/N arched a brow. “Time to do what, Lee?” You questioned him, “Who exactly are we sabotaging?” Y/N knew the name of Lee’s game by now. 

“Oh, great, Russell, why did you invite her?! She’s not even familiar with the parameters of our plan!” Neal exclaimed, yanking his toothpick out from between his teeth, pausing in the middle of the school parking lot. 

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Gamby!” Lee whined, “Treat Y/N with a little respect! Ohhh, Y/N, darlin’, I’m so sorry for this fat fuckin’ losers disrespect, please just ignore him, okay, pretty bird?” Lee gave you a sickeningly sweet smile before turning back to Neal with a disgruntled look, “Loosen the fuck up or I will do this shit on my own motherfucker. Now, let’s go dig up some dirt on that grimy bitch.” 

Neal scoffed but followed after Lee begrudgingly, Y/N speeding up her steps to keep up. 

You had no idea WHO you were sabotaging but you weren’t one to say no to Lee. You never said no to Lee Russell. And you absolutely never fucking would. 

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The three of them rolled up on a house that Y/N knew all too well. Lee’s house. This did little to lessen your confusion but you trusted Lee. 

“Is this where she lives? What a shit-hole.” Neal chuckled. 

Y/N snorted as Lee ripped off his sunglasses. 

“This is my house, motherfucker! It’s a mid-century sea ranch!” Lee yelled, huffing a sigh before continuing, “Now, stay here, I gotta go get somethin’.” Lee got out of the car and strutted towards his front door. 

“You should go easier on him, Neal. Really.” Y/N said, crossing her arms, leaning back into her seat. 

“Oh shut up, Y/N! God! Stop being so pretentious.” Neal groaned, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. 

Y/N looked over as Lee was followed out of the house by his screaming mother-in-law, Mi Cha, looking stressed to the heavens. 

“Shut up! Shut up! All I hear is gibberish from you, shut up! Go back in the house!” Lee yelled before turning to walk towards the car, “Like nails on a fuckin’ chalkboard.” He groaned, stopping when he got to the car, closing his eyes in frustration as the woman kept screaming, “GO BACK IN THE HOUSE!!!” He yelled louder this time, pointing angrily at the open door. 

“FUCK YOU!” Mi Cha yelled, finally walking back inside. 

Lee grunted as he got back inside the car, a noise that made the butterflies in the pit of your stomach stir, shoving a bag into the back of the car into your lap. 

“Y/N, would you be a dear and hold this?” Lee smiled at Y/N, always being so sweet with her, even if he was out of breath. His smile dropped, however, the minute he turned towards Neal. “Go.” Lee demanded.

“Everything okay?” Neal questioned. 

“Just go.” Lee sighed, leaning heavily into the passenger seat. 

Y/N’s heart hurt for Lee. He was always under so much stress. Ever since his mother-in-law moved in, he had not been doing so well. He’d been a bit…wilder than usual. Always wanting to get into something scandalous or cause some sort of raucous to relieve his stress. Was it always the best solution? No. No it wasn’t. But, Y/N wasn’t going to deny Lee any sort of stress relief…even if it did mean they’d have to cover for him. 

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Neal cleared his throat as the three of them continued their journey to wherever it was that they were going. 

“So, uh, was that woman your wife?” Neal asked, looking over at Lee nervously. 

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle slightly. 

Lee looked at him completely disgusted. “Don’t be asking me personal questions. We ain’t fuckin’ friends, okay? This is business.” Lee scoffed. 

“Leeee..” Y/N said quietly, leaning up slightly to rest their hand on Lee’s shoulder, “Breathe.” Y/N massaged his shoulder, trying to help him relax. 

Lee relaxed a little into Y/N’s touch, taking a deep breath. Y/N was really the only one to have this sort of effect on Lee. She could calm him in almost any and all situations unless he was really, really stressed. 

“Friends?” Neal laughed, “I am not trying to be your friend.” 

“Over here tryin’ to make a fuckin’ friend and we about to do a mission.” Lee scoffed, leaning back into Y/N’s touch even further. 

Neal looked between the two of them with a raised brow, “You’re the one trying to make friends the most.” Neal challenged. 

Lee sighed, slipping his sunglasses back onto his nose. “Just shut up, Gamby, god!” 

Y/N shook her head at the two of them, pulling her hand off of Lee to sit back once more. 

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The group of them rolled to a stop in a very well-off looking neighborhood. 

“Who are we here for, Lee?” Y/N questioned, peering out the window of the car. 

“Dr. Brown’s deep, dark secrets.” Lee smiled mischievously, chewing on his bottom lip. 

“Belinda?! Lee…honey, I need you to bring yourself back to earth for a moment. You know I support you in all that you do but this is a suicide mission, sweetheart.” Y/N told him sweetly, sighing a little. She knew this man was up to something scandalous. 

“Don’t start, Y/N. God, you both just really wanna piss on my parade, don’t you? Maybe you two should be fuckin’ butt buddies and I’ll do the work that fuckin’ matters.” Lee grumbled, getting out of the car. 

Y/N sighed, following after him while Neal awkwardly stayed in the car. 

“Lee, sweetheart, you know it’s not like that at all!” Y/N said, walking over to place a hand on his back, “Don’t get all grumpy with me like that, it hurts my feelings, doll.” Y/N frowned up at him. 

Lee scanned Y/N’s face with his famous sad puppy dog eyes before letting out a frustrated sigh. “Alright fine, fuck!” He exclaimed, looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry, okay? There I said it. Now, come help me take this dirty bitch to hell?” Lee looked at Y/N with a cute smile, batting his lashes at her. 

Y/N closed her eyes. “I’m gonna regret this..but fine. I’d do anything for you.” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. 

“Are you two weirdos finished? We’re running out of fucking time!” Neal grumbled as he stomped over to them. 

Lee rolled his eyes, grabbing Y/N’s hand to drag her towards Dr. Brown’s house. “Shut up, Gamby!” 

The three of them shortly arrived at Belinda’s house where Neal and Lee began digging their way through the woman’s garbage. 

“Ugh,” Y/N gave them a disgusted look, “Lee, I love you, but that is fucking repulsive.” 

“Oh, please, just pretend I’m digging in your ass, that’ll make the picture a whole lot prettier.” Lee winked at Y/N with a smirk.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, heat rapidly rising to her cheeks. “Lee fucking Russell, do not say that shit to me,” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, feeling sheepish. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you, darlin’.” Lee’s smile grew as he took in her red appearance. 

“So..uh..I’m confused, are you two like..dating..or..?” Neal questioned, watching the pair with an expressionless face. 

“NO!” Y/N said much too quickly before steadying herself, “No, we’re just friends. Lee just doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up.” She grumbled. 

Lee placed an offended hand on his chest. “That no was a little too quick for my liking. What? Am I not good enough for you little miss honors English teacher? Huh? Not good enough for the little straight A, fuckin’ teacher of the goddamn year?!” Lee scoffed, his brows narrowed slightly. He looked genuinely hurt by her rushed response. 

“You’re fucking married, Lee!” Y/N yelled at him, eyes wide, “Why the fuck would I ever agree to someone asking if we’re dating, idiot?!” 

“Oh, don’t you start callin’ me fuckin’ names now, missy!” Lee pointed an accusing finger at her, scrunching his face up the way he does when he’s upset about something. 

“Right. Okay um, it seems like you two have a lot to work out and I really don’t care to hear the rest of this conversation because you’re both fucking stupid and I don’t care about either of you.” Neal ranted awkwardly before walking towards Belinda’s steps.

Y/N and Lee rolled their eyes at each other, following after Neal. 

“Oh..there’s no fucking way we’re breaking in here!” Y/N scolded, giving Lee a disapproving look. 

Lee shrugged, shooing Neal towards the door. 

Neal popped off his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and busted open one of the windows on the back door before sticking his hand through to pop the lock. 

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, “what are y’all getting me into?” 

“Oh shush.” Lee scolded, waltzing into Belinda’s house behind Neal. 

Y/N followed close behind. “Lee, we should not be doing this. You’re smarter than this.” 

Lee stopped and turned around to give her a cold gaze. “Am I, Y/N? Hm?” He challenged, walking towards her dangerously slow, “You don’t really know me all that well, do you?” He smirked, standing so close to her she could feel his breath fanning her face. 

Y/N gulped, trembling slightly as she peered up at him. “Stop it,” She said quietly, looking away from him, “You always fucking tease me and it’s not fucking fair, Lee, jesus.” She snapped, immediately turning and walking back out the door. 

Lee chased after her, grabbing her by her elbow. “Hey now. What's the matter with you?! Where the fuck are you going?” 

“Back to my fucking job, Lee. I am not doing this. Belinda hasn’t done shit to me. Look…I love you, Lee, I really do. You’re my best friend but this job is my fucking life. But you wouldn’t get that, would you? Because you’ve got fucking everything. You’re married, you’ve got a beautiful home, a nice car.” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She was overwhelmed with her feelings. His teasing usually never bothered her but today...today was different for some reason. She just couldn't go through with this any longer. “I understand why you’re doing this..and I want to help you, Lee, believe me, I do. But I can’t lose this job.” Y/N finally looked up at him, almost taken aback by the sincere look on his face. 

“Go,” He said, softly, “I’ll meet you back at the school..okay? For lunch. Like always.” Lee held out his pinky. It was their tradition to link pinkies when making plans as a promise to not let each other down. 

Y/N nodded, curling her smaller pinky around his larger one. “Like always.” She pulled her hand away, starting her journey back to the school on foot. It wasn’t far, she wouldn’t have any trouble getting there but leaving Lee behind like that when he had been counting on her to help him really broke her heart. But she couldn’t lose this job. It was all she had that kept her connected to Lee and she’d be the first to go if anyone found out about this scheme. She couldn’t risk it - couldn’t risk her livelihood and her job. Lee was everything to her. Everything. Lee was and always will be her livelihood. 

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Back at Belinda’s, Lee walked back into the house with a determined look on his face, now upset that his one and only friend bailed on him. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Neal said while scanning the wall of Belinda’s photos.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Gamby?” Lee said pissily, narrowing his brows at him. 

“That girl loves you..and you’re just blind to it..I’m not good with women but you shouldn’t use her the way you do.” Neal shrugged. 

“Shut the fuck up, you ass face, you have no fucking idea what you’re even talkin’ about.” Lee scoffed, stomping off up the stairs of Belinda’s house. 

That couldn’t be right, could it? Could you really love him in that way? 

‘No,’ Lee thought, shaking his head, ‘There’s no way…right?’ 

Right? 

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[redroomwidows]

'I got one🙋🏻‍♀️ can’t you do Lee Russell x Neal’s younger sister reader? They’re secretly seeing each other behind his back and Neal walked in Lee’s office about to have sex or always having sex…. Up to you ☺️'

notes: everyone loves a good frenemies sister fic. I didn't go fully NSFW with this, it's just a bit steamy, and I made the reader plus-size cos I do what I like lol. Reader is not mentioned to be adopted or biological so view her as you wish. Lee is already divorced from Christine even if it's set at the start of S2!! Christine is a legend and I stand with her.

warnings: making out, inferences to sex, strong language (I mean come on). NSFW! Semi-public sex (they're in an office in a school in the middle of the day lol) Reader smokes and is described as wearing skirts and makeup. Reader is shorter than Lee. Blood mentions. unedited because I'm sleepy. Lee is definitely out if character because he is HARD to write for.

Lee Russell x plus size!fem! reader

North Jackson High was somewhat of a shit hole. Not a huge one, but there was definitely a mild stain somewhere. Two Principles in two semesters - three if you included the singular day Neal Gamby had walked through the halls - and five English teachers teaching one class in a year. The school was cursed.

That’s what you’d told yourself when you were offered the job as a TA for the next semester of school. Your brother, Neal, had insisted you take it - happy to stop seeing your worried face every day when you visited him at his ex-wife's.

“Look, one Gamby leaves, another enters,”

“That’s bullshit. You’ll be back there in no time,”

He was not, and his newfound friend had practically begged you to join the staff after your interview - you tried to tell yourself it wasn’t because of your brother, or the lowcut top you’d chosen to wear. 

A few weeks into your new job, you found that Lee Russell was rather… eccentric. Loud, and unapologetic, he had a strange aura that had you pulled in, ending up with both of you going for smoke breaks in the forest near the back end of the school, and ending up with your cheeks flushed and skirt askew.

You didn’t expect it to take Lee so long to initiate office sex - he seemed like the type - but he was surprisingly sweet when it came to intimacy. As foul-mouthed as he was, it seemed he genuinely liked you.

It had become somewhat of a ritual, that every Friday during your final free period, you’d find yourself in Lee’s office, either helping him plan for his ‘get the teachers to like me scheme’, or bent over his desk, his cock buried in you.

“Long day?” you ask when you enter his office, shutting the door behind you and starting to pull down the blinds: Lee was sitting at his desk, head in his hands.

“Better now you’re here sweetheart,” he grinned, flashing you his teeth, you hum unbelievably and continue to pull down the rest of the blinds, before you can turn to him, Lee has stood up against you, his hands snaking over your curves and to rest over your stomach.

“Lee,” you warn gently, his lips starting to kiss along the right hand side of your neck “You gotta lock the door,”

“I’m just playin’,” he mutters, but there’s a teasing tilt to his voice, you smile, and let your head fall back onto his shoulder “I spoke with Neal today,” he starts

“Can we not talk about my brother whilst you’re trying to get into my pants?” 

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks and spins you around, playfully pushing you behind his desk, you let out a soft giggle and lean by the centre of it as he approaches, swaying his hips dramatically before grabbing your face in his hands and pressing a long kiss to your lips.

He pulls away to breathe for a moment and you notice his eyes staying on yours “Hi,”

“Hi,” you giggle “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to see that pretty smile of yours,” that makes you smile more, and he leans in for another kiss, helping you to sit on his desk before his hands rest on your spread thighs to steady himself, he squeezes gently and runs his hand up closer to your clothed core. The small moan you let out allows him to slip his tongue inside, and your arms wrap around his neck, Lee pulls away, smudging your lipstick over your chin, and he returns to your neck, lightly nipping at it.

“Lee,” you moan out “I can’t go out there with hicky’s all over me,”

“I’ll be gentle,”

“You’ve never been before,” Lee lets out a huff of laughter that sends tingles down your spine, he breaths into you ear and speaks lowly

“Never complained before doll,” 

“Oh, just fuck me,” you sigh, the foreplay already had you near soaked, and although it was only an hour ‘till the bell rang for the end of the day, you were desperate.

Lee hooks his pinky finger under your chin, tilting your head to look at him “Who’s the principle here darlin’?”

“You,” you breathe out and he grins, his other hand cupping at your sex before he drops your chin and goes to unbutton your trousers, he looks down.

“Jeans really? Miss Gamby, that violates our dress code,” he tuts

“You gonna write me up Mr. Russell?” he groans at that and leans his head back 

“Oh you know just how to get a man rock hard darlin’” he presses his lips to yours again, and reopens your thighs, this time actually unzipping your jeans and attempting to pull them down. Your own hands keep themselves busy, unbuckling his belt, and slipping a hand down his trousers to palm at his underwear - he really was rock hard.

“Just been waintin’ to ravish you here,” he mutters, biting at your neck again “Wanna show all those cunts who’s boss,” you use your right hand to make him look up again, leaning in for a harsher kiss, biting at his bottom lip, he groans, tasting his own blood slightly. You two become too lost in your own lust too hear the office door open.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Shit!” you pull back, and turn around quickly, seeing your older brother standing there, jaw on the floor, he slams the door shut.

“What the hell Russell?! You’re fucking my sister?!”

Lee backs away quickly as you wipe the lipstick from your chin, staring to rezip your jeans.

“Well we hadn't quite got to that bit yet, and sometimes she fucks me,”

“Lee!” you scold, he puts his hands up in surrender - causing his trousers to drop down, showing only his underwear “Oh lord,”

“You wear briefs?” Neal questions

“Stop looking at my dick!” Lee exclaims

“You’re practically shoving it in my face!”

“Boys!” you jumps off the desk “Let-”

“Oh, you’re not in the clear here either missy!”

“Missy?! I’m a grown woman!”

“Who’s fucking her boss!” Neal shouts

“Do you want the whole school to know?!”

“I do,” Lee raises his hand

“Not now,”

“And we’re not just fucking Neal, we’re in a loving committed relationship,” Lee places his right hand on your waist and pulls you closer, you look down.

“Your dick’s poking me,” you say bluntly and Neal covers his eyes - finally.

“Pull your pants up Russell, you,” he points “I’m taking you home,”

“I’m technically on the clock…”

“So you’ll fuck him but not go home?”

“Yep,” you nod confidently “Look Neal, I get this is hard - Lee’s your closest friend,”

“He is not -”

“I’m not that fucker’s best friend,”

“I didn’t say best friend did I?! You’re close, okay! And I’m your sister, maybe of you read a book you’d know this happens a lot,”

“What?”

“Ask Amanda, she writes Y/A novels…”

“Getting off track darlin’,” Lee nudges

“Right! Anyway, I like Lee, and I can do whatever the hell I want! So get the hell out so he can bend me over this desk ,”

“Ew!”.

“That’s my girl,”. 

[hellfirecvnt]

First Trip

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 1

Summary: You're the new secretary at NJH. You've caught Lee's eye, but disaster strikes before anything can be done about it.

Read part two here. // Part three here. // Part four here. // Part five here.

The bright morning sun rays crack through the window into your small house in the new town you've just moved to. It was your very first night in your new home and today, you start your new job. Your goal was to be employed by a school and you achieved that goal, even if it wasn't the position you'd hoped for. You applied as a teacher for a plethora of subjects, but the only open positions they had were in the office.

You pull into the parking lot of your new home school, North Jackson High School. You exhale the nerves out of your body and check yourself one more time in the mirror before stepping out of the car and making your stroll inside. As you get closer, you notice a group of students surrounding something in front of the school. You hear a man demanding that they disperse, but you can't see him past the crowd.

"You. Who are you?" A round man with pushed-back hair points to you the second you step through the door.

"I'm the new Secretary. You must be Mr. Russell," you say, smiling and extending your hand to him.

"Strike one. Fuck no, I'm not Lee Russell." The man speaks sharply.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry. You're Mr. Neal Gamby." Once you correct his name, he meets your handshake. "Did you say 'Strike one?'"

"Keep up with me, Mrs. Y/L/N. I don't repeat myself. Percival left a pile of fucking horse shit in the front drop-off lane." The strict man guides you into the office, ignoring your question entirely.

"Um, it's Miss, actually. I'm not married." You quicken your walk behind Gamby, already reading him for the pretentious leader he is. At least now you know what the hype was outside.

"Me neither. My ex-wife's a bitch. This is your desk." He quickly points to the desk at the front of the office where an empty chair sits next to a discarded name plaque that reads "Janice Smith."

"Thank you, sir. I'll be sure to-" When you look up, he's already walking away, continuing a tour you thought would end right here.

"This is my office," his voice is faint as he disappears behind a corner. You drop your things off at the desk and speedily catch him down the hall. "This is Mr. Russell's office." He intrusively swings the door open to an empty office. Leaving you without a face to the name Lee Russell.

"Thank you, Mr. Gamby. I-" he cuts you off.

"Now the last secretary was shit. She was terrible. She was so bad," he starts, but a passing teacher cuts in.

"She started a six-figure business and quit on you, Gamby."

"That's not true. Regardless, I expect better from you Ms. Y/L/N. Don't fuck me over." He disappears into his office and you begin to settle into your desk. You remove the remnants of Ms. Smith and replace them with photos of your pets. You're a well-organized person and a quick learner. You make it a personal goal to give that severe asshat nothing to complain about. Anything to make the job less boring.

Lunchtime rolls around and you find yourself a little lost and even overwhelmed as you enter the booming volume of the cafeteria. You glance around the room, noticing the faculty table seems a little full. It's only your first day, and you haven't had time to introduce yourself to anyone with Mr. Gamby making odd, redundant requests on a two-minute basis.

You step through the line and purchase an apple before making your way back to your desk in the front office. It'd be nicer to sit somewhere quieter anyway. As you cross the lunch room, you're oblivious to the pair of deep brown eyes you've caught across the room. Lee spots your lanyard and immediately turns to face Neal.

"Who the fuck is that, Gamby?" His voice is a low whisper. Mr. Gamby looks over and watches you as you exit through the double doors.

"That's the new office secretary, Ms. Y/L/N," Gamby answers dryly and returns his attention to his sandwich.

"You didn't tell me you were hiring anybody yet," his voice kind of fades off as he's lost in thought.

"Yeah well, she applied to be a teacher, but we're about overrun by those fuckers," Neal says, met by sneers from the teachers sitting within earshot.

"So you've got her doing desk bitch-work?"

"The fuck are you acting so offended for?" Neal's resting face is one with arched brows, but one arches even higher now as he questions his friend.

"Forget about it, Gamby. She married? Did you see a ring?" Lee glances at the door again, wondering if you plan to come back.

"No, she said she isn't married. And why are you asking? Has your divorce even been finalized yet?"

"Yes, idiot. It's been finalized for a month if you ever fuckin' listen to me." Lee reaches over and disrupts something on Neal's lunch tray. Neal swats his hands away.

"Knock it off! Why are you even focused on ladies and women when we're supposed to be concocting a plan against Dr. Brown?"

"Would you lower your fucking voice, Gamby? Jesus!" Mr. Russell hisses as he follows the other vice principal out of the cafeteria. As the two men round the corner, they come face to face with their higher up. Principal Brown.

"Gamby, there you are. I need you to head up to the office and show Ms. Y/L/N how to log into her staff portal." The woman is dominant and sure in her words. Mr. Gamby sighs before nodding complacently and heading up front. Lee nods to Dr. Brown and quickly follows behind his coworker.

"So what'd you have in mind?" Lee whispers as they walk, coming up quickly on the desk you reside at.

"Now who needs to lower their voice? It's Y/L/N's first day on the job and you want her to hear us plotting against the boss?" Gamby scolds him, right in front of you. You stare at both of them with wide eyes, silent.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I'm Lee Russell. It's wonderful to meet you, darlin'." Lee reaches a charismatic hand across the desk and you happily shake it.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Russell." You smile warmly, hoping to make a good first impression. Suddenly, the phone rings and you're quick to answer, allowing Neal and Lee to slip back into their bickering.

"Well, now she definitely knows something's up, dick head. Don't piss her off before we get Belinda fired," Lee whispers harshly.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Gamby?" You gain their attention. "Your daughter's shoes seemed to have broken or something during gym class. She needs you to bring her a new pair."

"God damn it, Janelle." Gamby slams his fist on your desk before bolting out the door. You watch him leave, your eyes wide with shock.

"Yeah, he's on his way I think. Thank you, goodbye." You hang up the phone and return your attention to Lee. "Could you please help me log into this faculty portal thing?"

"Yeah, sure, doll. Let's see what we can do." He joins you on the other side of your desk and takes a knee next to your computer chair. You sit and allow him to walk you through the steps. He's so close and the entire time he's next to you, his pulse races. You finish setting up your account and thank him for his help.

"It's no problem at all, Ms. Y/L/N," he smiles, basking in the interaction with you. "You new to town?"

"Yeah, I am. I just spent my first night in my new house last night," you chuckle nervously. Still accepting the new life you're making for yourself.

"First night in? Why, you need to be shown around! You probably don't even know where to find the good bars." He gushes, charismatically.

"That'd be pretty nice if you're offering, Mr. Russell," you smile. He wants so badly to solidify those plans, but it's risky business being your higher-up and saying these things out in the open. Especially with how many people hate him and would gladly report him.

"Let's put a pin in that." He smiles brightly. "I'd love to stay here and talk with you, honey, but I'm afraid I have to run a few errands."

"Is it the plotting?" You ask, flat out.

"Yeah... It's the plotting," he sighs, shaking his head as he walks down the hallway to his office. You giggle as he disappears from view. You're no stranger to the inner workings of a dysfunctional school staff, it's entertaining to just be a secretary instead of a teacher in the middle of it.

After a while, Mr. Gamby returns from delivering new shoes to his daughter. He stomps through the door mumbling something along the lines of "Why the fuck Gail couldn't do it..."

"Hello, welcome back, Mr. Gamby." You wave, greeting him with a smile.

"Grab that ISS Board and follow me," he demands and you do as he says. He assigns the in-school suspension students to clean up duty for the "prank" left outside by the rival school's team this morning.

The next day, a pep rally is organized and Dr. Brown makes a hell of a speech, igniting school spirit all across the student body. You're just happy to be there, but you can see Neal and Lee leaning in to whisper things to each other. You only catch a small snippet from Lee.

"Look at Brown. She's all fucked out," he cackles with Gamby. You know he's speaking about her exhausted, spaced-out appearance, but hearing him use that phrase causes your cheeks to redden.

Throughout the day, you catch yourself attempting to eavesdrop on the two vice principals. Not to intervene or disrupt, but just for the tea. It's boring up front and they seem to know how to stay busy. You don't gather much. Tonight is the big game, and Lee and Neal have been out of sight, out of mind for a while now.

The day comes to an end and the students begin to prepare for the biggest game of the year. Gamby obnoxiously piles into the front office and summons you from your desk, demanding that you follow him with haste.

"We have to stop Mr. Russell from poisoning the North Jackson football team," he grunts as the two of you speedwalk through the corridors.

"He's doing what?!" But your question is left unanswered as the two of you enter the football field. Mr. Gamby quickly spots Mr. Russell across the grass and takes off at full speed after him. You try your best to keep up without exerting yourself.

"Lee! Stop right there. Don't do this," Gamby barges into the locker room behind him after the short pursuit.

"Don't do what? The thing I've already just done? I just did it," Lee shrugs, tossing the small, empty bottle of LSD at Gamby. The two men bicker for a moment before a match of tug of war breaks out between them over the large vat of dosed water meant for the players.

"I command you to let go!" Gamby thunders just before their hands slip, and all three of you become doused in the liquid.

"You fucking idiot! This shit gets absorbed through the skin!" Lee wails.

"What?!" The two men scramble out of the locker room and attempt to flee campus before the drugs kick in.

"Just get the fuck out of here!" Lee shoves Neal out the door and they leave you there, still in shock. The longer you wait, the more it sets in that you're going to trip on school grounds and there's no way around it. You take the drugs by the reigns and attempt to chase down your bosses.

By the time you find them, they're standing under the bleachers holding their arms out in front of two confused students like they have some sort of superpowers.

"You two," you say, voice barely trembling as you attempt to hold it together. You point at the students. "Get the fuck out of here and I won't let them write you up." The two kids nod and flee the scene. As they do, Neal and Lee raise their extended hands, gazing at each other with mouths agape.

"You two," you grab them both by the sleeve and turn them to face you. "This your first trip?" They look at each other and then back at you before nodding out of sync.

"North Jackson High Wins!" A voice booms over the field intercom. Gamby's eyes fall shut in relief, but Lee's just staring at you. It'd be hard to believe he heard the announcer at all with how he gazes into your eyes.

"You got beautiful eyes," Lee mumbles.

"You two need to come with me. We have to get out of here until this shit wears off." You take both of their hands and swiftly guide them back inside the school. You take refuge in the Circle room and place the privacy cover over the door window. "Here. Eat some popcorn. Calm the fuck down and maybe we'll all still have a job tomorrow."

"Ms. Y/L/N, I'm impressed by your initiation." Mr. Gamby misspeaks, staring intently into the pattern on the rug where he sits on a bean bag.

"Thank you, sir. I would've preferred not to be drugged by my bosses."

"Hey, now. Don't go around sayin' shit like that or we're all fucked," Lee chimes in.

"Don't start with me, Mr. Russell. You two were using The Force on some 9th graders who will no doubt have that information spread to everybody before 6 AM tomorrow !" You protest his light scolding. He chuckles at your response, unable to form a sensible response after that.

For the rest of the time in that room, you toss random activities at them to keep them busy. Sometimes it's just showing them the rug again if they've forgotten about it. Once you all come down, you're tired and sore, desperate to get home. The game is long over and the crowd has been gone for hours. The school is empty save for the three of you.

"I'll see you both tomorrow," you grumble, crumpling into your car.

"See you tomorrow, Y/L/N." Gamby waves you off as you pull out of the parking lot.

"She saved your ass tonight, Gamby," Lee smirks.

"She saved our asses tonight, Russell. Guess I didn't do too bad of a job hiring someone by myself, huh? Asshole." Neal settles into his car and pulls off, leaving Lee to sit in his car for a while.

He goes home to an empty house these days. He hasn't dated in 20 years. He wonders if there's any point in even looking at you that way after the mess he orchestrated tonight. He can't deny that your quick thinking saved their skin. You asked if it was their first time doing hallucinogens, and he wonders how often you partake to have been so coherent while they were melting face.

His ride home is quiet and he almost forgets to be pissed that North Jackson won the game and made Belinda look like a goddamn superwoman. He spends most of the journey thinking about you. It follows him home all the way up until he closes his eyes.

Suddenly work isn't so bad. He looks forward to seeing you tomorrow.

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Can you do a younger sister of Neal X Lee Russel. Lee not caring being caught, always flirts with her and hits on her and Neal gets protective not knowing they’re secretly sleeping with each other. It would be funny to see how he would react at the end if he were to walk in on them.😂

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Warnings: Neal Gamby & public sex

Goddamn it Gamby!

Lee Russell x female reader

You sometimes hated being the younger sister to one of the vice principals of North Jackson High School, Neal always got on other teacher's nerves, making your ability to befriend other teachers pretty much impossible, not to mention it resulted in attempting to keep your secret relationship with Neal's coworker and nonetheless rival, Lee Russell. Ever since your brother got you a job teaching English at the high school a year ago, you had been enamoured with Lee. He was such a sweetheart with you, not bothering to hide his attraction to you, not that you ever tell Neal that, he would be more likely to kill Lee then you.

It hadn't even been a month before he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not a care who was near, one instance it was your free final period on Friday and Lee had accidentally wandered into your classroom, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk pulling on his lips.

"Oh well hello miss l/n, I did not at all expect you to be here. Now why don't you bring your sweet little ass on over to me."

With that southern drawl of his, you couldn't resist and ran your way over to him, calloused hands sharply gripping your waist as you kissed him deeply, whilst he pulled you closer to him, feeling the rather large tent in his borderline ugly khakis. Your naive older brother who was coincidently walking past and caught the act, assumed you had no part in it, so he abruptly pulled Lee off of you.

"What the fuck Russell? Why the fuck are you trying to make out with MY SISTER? She does not want your weird ass."

You rolled your eyes at him, he seriously needed a reality check or a slap in the face, you can sleep with anyone you feel like and it is none of Neal's concern. Especially considering less than 4 hours prior, Lee had taken you from behind against a tree in the forest behind the school, and you loved every second of it. Lee gave him a pissy look and briskly walked out, not wanting to deal with Neal and presumably handle his frustration.

A week after this confrontation, nothing had changed, you and Lee kept the same routine, subtly flirting and groping with one another during school, he couldn't resist a hand on the small of your back or a thigh when in meetings or in the staffrooms. It was another Friday final period, and you had no classes to teach as it was your planning period and you were bored out of your mind. You fidgeted with your hands as you couldn't be bothered to write up lessons at the moment. Suddenly, you read a simple text that dinged from your phone;

"Baby, meet me in the woods in 10 ;)"

You eagerly typed away "Don't be late handsome."

You were so glad you had decided to wear a dress today, the hot summer sun being the excuse of course. You quickly ran off to the staffroom toilet to freshen up, brush your h/c hair and fix your makeup. Making sure you wouldn't get caught, you slipped out of the back of the school and rushed across the school oval, not wanting to miss one second.

You finally reached your meeting place, obscured by trees, with only an unused railroad nearby. You sat patiently on a log, waiting for Lee to show. Once you heard the crunch of dead leaves, you straightened yourself up and there he was, a grin on his face.

"Sorry baby for being a tad late, Smith was holding me up, now c'mere so I can make it to you."

You didn't waste a millisecond getting up and sauntering over to him. He roughly pushed you against the nearest tree, his lips crashed onto yours, whilst his hands were busy groping your chest through your dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped an arm around his neck, trying to taste more of him, whilst another went to the crotch of Lee's pants, rubbing over the painfully apparent erection hidden beneath. He moaned in your mouth but clearly, he had enough of the teasing and broke away, sitting against the log, he tapped his thigh.

"Before you make me cream my pants just by looking' at you. Come on over and ride me, cowgirl."

You could feel yourself getting wetter and your breath hitched as he started unbuckling his belt and pulled out his cock, flushed and precum beading at the tip, making your mouth water at the sight. You pulled your panties to the side and he guided you down onto his cock, his hands gripping your waist hard, you grabbed onto his broad shoulders as leverage to sink lower. Once he was fully inside you, he let out a hiss, relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. He moved one of his hands underneath your pretty dress to rub little circles on your clit as you started to bounce on his cock.

You loved seeing him like this, vulnerable, underneath you, his pleasure at your mercy, you got lost in pleasure as you continued riding Lee.

"Oh my fucking god, your pussy is perfect for me, squeezing me so fuckin' good. Fuck we gotta do this more baby, I ain't gonna las-"

"OH FUCK NO"

You both immediately tensed up as you recognised that voice. Lee mumbled under his breath; 'goddamn it Gamby always ruining my fun.'

"What the fuck Russell? Are you seriously fucking my sister? I saw you going to woods and I thought this was a meeting between you and me about y'know but no apparently."

Since Lee's back was to Neal, he didn't even bother turning around to look at him, annoyed at this easily preventable interruption.

"Well, Gamby what does it look like? and in what world would I just want you to creepily follow me into the woods, Jesus Christ."

You couldn't help but laugh against Lee's shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face in his neck.

"Oh hell no, you're not off the hook either y/n, get off of him and get your ass straight back to planning."

You could not believe the audacity this man has, considering he had Abbott blowing him in a supply closet not too long ago.

"Excuse me? I am a grown-ass adult and can sleep with whomever whenever wherever I want. You don't get to control me because you're my older brother. Now please leave so we can finish, or would you prefer we both come back inside so he can bend me over his desk?"

The stunned look on Neal's face made you feel proud. He just mumbled 'Whatever' and walked himself back to the school. You felt your ass being grabbed harshly and Lee roughly whispered in your ear,

"Now that's my girl, now how about we get back to what we started."

The end

I'm sorry this one is so short!

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Lee Russell x GN! Reader

Summary: Standing up for Lee against his sisters.

Warnings: Slight Fluff, Established Relationship, LOTS of Confrontation, Yelling, Married to Lee, Slight Angst, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Heated Kiss, Mention of Lee being turned on

Wiping away the fuzz of the morning from your eyes while stomping down the steps, annoyance built from the banging on the front door. Having left Lee to sleep in on his day off, leaving you with an almost giddy feeling of getting to yell at your porch guest.

Taking notice of the two silhouettes through the frosty French door windows before swinging open the door, ready to unleash hell. "What!" you say angrily, not ready to yell just yet, looking at the two women who stood on the porch who looked more annoyed than you.

"Does Lee live here?" one said, but the other cut in, "Of course he does." The comment was not clearly meant for you, as she pushed past you.

"Lee, get your ass down here!" She yelled with the other following in, "What the fuck!?" you say, turning to watch them stare at the stairs. Watching as Lee flew down the steps, looking confused and scared while still putting on his shirt.

"Look at you, a fucking mess," she says, laughing, causing the other to do the same. "I'm sorry, I don't know they were coming." He says to you first, then turning to them, "Why are you here?" he asks, making them laugh harder.

"You're lucky we even came out here, Lee," one says before the other chimes in. "We're staying here for a few days; mom's watching the kids, so we need a break," she says, looking around in disgust. "Don't be rude, Lee. Introduce us," the other says, arms crossed.

Taking a deep breath with an extended arm to your back, he introduced the two who welcomed themselves into your shared home: "These are my sisters, Lacey and Lynn," pointing to the both of them. Lacey being the one who pushed past you earlier.

"Where's the guest rooms?" Lynn said walking to the stairs, pushing past Lee. "No," you said, causing all of their heads to snap in your direction. "You're not staying here," you say, laughing lightly at the ridiculousness, yet they turn to Lee. "Look at you—no balls, no calls, no emails, not even welcoming us in." Lacey starts seeing real fear fall on Lee's face, breaking your heart.

"ENOUGH!" You yell, making them turn to you once again, "Get the fuck out of our house!" seeing as fear lay on all of their faces. "I did not wake up in the crack of fucking dawn just to hear two strangers bitch and moan at my husband!" Continuing your unleashing of hell watching as the two step back from it.

Your rant didn't stop one of them from turning to Lee. "Nuh uh, don't even fucking look at him," you warn before yelling once more "OUT!" watching as they rush out of the house.

Keeping up with them, sadly having missed them with the door, you slammed it shut, then locked it, taking a few breaths to calm down before looking over to Lee, stunned by the events that just unfolded, his hazel eyes staring at you.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly while rushing over to him. "Yeah," he says breathy, "No wonder you never told me about-" cutting you off as his lips smashed against yours, quickly feeling your back hit the wall. Breaking the kiss, allowing you both to catch your breaths, "I fucking love you," he says, voice deep while pushing against you, feeling just how much he loves you for defending his mere existence.

A/N: I wrote, proofread, and edited this while having double vision. Hope you enjoyed!

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Dirty Secret

Pairing: Vice principal! Lee x fem! reader

Word counter-435

Summary: You were heading to English class, that's when you spotted Mr. Russell in the staff room spitting in someone's cup. Disgusted you decided to confront him. As you walked inside and closed the door, he had other ideas.

Warning: 18+ only⚠️ • Spit kink • Smut • Degrading • power dynamic • age gap (19,30s) • mdni •

You've been on this campus for the last 2 years now, everything was going well. You've met nice people including teachers, and they were very helpful when you needed that extra boost in lesson's. The funniest one was Lee Russell, the sarcasm and humour he let out in class made you giggle like a maniac. You started to have a soft spot for him, which was against rules but he was charming and funny.

It's Friday and you were heading to English class for your very last lesson before the exam, and you just needed to get everything right and revise for that upcoming exam for the following week on Wednesday. As you were walking past the staff room, someone in there caught your eye. Looking through the window, it was Mr Russell, holding a cup and looked like he was spitting in it. Disgusts washed over you, you just walked into the room closing the door behind you.

Putting the cup down, he walked closer to you. Trembling internally, you couldn't believe what was happening Russell had you against the wall "I know what you saw, sweetheart! but I unfortunately can't let you tell anyone, what you saw." Palms sweating profusely now, you only went in there to confront him for what he did. Trying to sneak away, he grabbed you harshly and slammed both hands on the wall beside your head.

Looking into his eyes, you couldn't help yourself. He was so beautiful made by a God of some kind. His eyes were so beautiful, as you looked down to his lips a smirk appeared on them "what's you thinking about pretty girl, huh?" Grabbing your chubby cheeks with those hands of his, that you always stared at every chance you took he said "so cute, now open that pretty mouth of yours" as you did what you were told, he spat into your mouth making your eyes dilate and body shiver.

"How disgusting of you, enjoying this like a cheap slut?" shaking his head and looking at you, those pretty eyes are the reason you had a crush on him, every time you slept all you could imagine are those beautiful hazel eyes looking at your greeny-blue ones. Sliding one leg between yours, he grabbed your wrists and holded them over your head pinned against the wall. Running his other hand over your sides, taking in the beauty that you're "You're incredible" a smile falls onto your lips. "My incredible, little slut" smashing his lips onto yours, he picked you up and tossed you onto the settee they have in the room.

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