#dark!lee bodecker x reader smut

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

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18+ content

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

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

word count: 6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to tell my dad?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t like repeating myself.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His pretty pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that, sweet girl?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[itiswormtimebaby]

Born

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader  CW: Dark Lee, dark themes, gaslighting, dub!con, cum eating, parental abuse, parental death, implied age gap, daddy kink, manipulation, references to Lee hitting reader, religious themes, sex, breeding, non-graphic murder, Reader doesn’t see it this way but UNHEALTHY RELATONSHIPS. A lot is left vague but still, please take warnings into consideration. 

“Y’know, Honey, some people were born just so they could be buried, but not you, you were born just to be mine.” 

He’d said it the first time with his pants undone, limp cock still sticky with cum hanging lewdly from the open fly of his uniform pants. He’d said it as he forcefully guided your head down, insistent upon you cleaning up your mess, because it was your mess, you’re the one who didn’t place the pepsi cup right. Even though the cold congealed globs of semen made you gag, settling heavily in your stomach like paste, you knew it was something you had to do. Taking responsibility was a lesson you’d learned early in life at the end of your Daddy’s belt. Ever since he’d died, shortly before Mrs. Bodecker, Lee took over for him, reinforcing it at every opportunity,  he was just looking out for your best interest. 

Besides, and you shuddered to say it, afraid it teetered too close to speaking ill of the dead,  Lee was a much better Daddy. He only slapped you in the wake of truly serious offenses, like shirking a wifely duty or meeting up with friends without permission, and most of his spankings were intended to instill pleasure, not pain. Most special of all he gave you a purpose, you didn’t think you had one of those, but he made it clear you did, you were born just to be his. It was a tragedy about his wife, a freak accident, but you liked to think it was all part of the Good Lord’s plan, how could it not be when her and your father’s deaths served to bring you and Lee together. As awful as it was, as much as you worried over damnation for even thinking it, it was the truth. Through their deaths you had been reborn, given a purpose, or rather shown your purpose as it was always meant to be- you were his. 

___________________

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was a growl as he fucked you from behind, fingers locked around the back of your neck, pressing you face first in the mattress as he took what he wanted. 

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was a sweet whisper as he kissed and licked his way up your neck, sucking reminders into your skin, sweet bruises to mark his claim and his desire. 

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was almost desperate, pleading, like when he fucked his cum back into you and spoke about how you’d make him a Daddy for real. 

“You were born just to be mine.” No matter how he said it you knew it was true. 

___________________

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks as he pulls the trigger on your Daddy. 

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks as he cuts the break-line of his wife’s car. 

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks, often, all the time, about damn near everyone, but not about you, never you. No, you were born just to be his. 

#Lee Bodecker x Reader #dark!lee bodecker #Lee Bodecker smut #unhealthy relationships #dark fic

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Blender

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee has a rather creative solution for his new pet’s disobedience. 

Warnings: Noncon, Kidnapping, Implied Obsessive Behavior, Human Trafficking, Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: so remember when I asked you all who was on the other side of the blindfold? well, here’s the result. 😈 please mind the warnings and tags, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

You’re blindfolded. You’ve been that way for hours, harsh ropes biting into the bruised flesh around your wrists. Your saliva soaks into the rag in your mouth, thick enough to hold your jaw open uncomfortably. The sound of a door opening makes you snap to attention, and though you can’t see through the ratty cloth over your eyes, the light from the hallway filters through the fabric, blinding you further.

 Heavy footsteps creak across the old floor, and you hear the creak of leather soles as their owner stops in front of you. 

 “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls, and you flinch as he grabs your chin, tilting your head this way and that. “I think thirty is a fine price.” Rough fingers tug at the knotted cloth at the back of your skull, and you whine, wincing at the sudden brightness. The speaker is no more than a hazy figure hidden by floating spots as your eyes adjust to the buzzing florescent lighting flooding in from the hallway. “Pretty eyes, too, don’t you think?” He says over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to make you cry.”

 He’s tall, and a little stocky. Older, but not unattractive, with short dark hair and slate blue eyes. The mid-country drawl is as unfamiliar as your surroundings, but you know better than to ask who he is, where you are—your face still smarts from the last question you asked. The man licks his plump lips as he stares at you, his grin lewd, like he can see the shape of your body through the oversized button up someone had thrown at you to wear. 

 Behind him, the blond man in the hallway snorts. “Pretty? A pretty big handful, if you ask me.” He steps into the room, smoothing his fingers over his thick mustache. “Just so we’re clear, you know I’m not finished with her, right? She’s not trained.” 

 “Yeah, Hansen, I got you.” He draws his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I wanted you to break her, I would’ve waited six months.” He leans forward to pull the gag out of your mouth. You shudder, listening to them speak about you like an animal. Not even an animal—a thing. His eyes focus on yours. “You feel like gettin’ out of here, honey?”

 Out there is better than in here—in here with the other man, with Hansen. You’re not soon likely to forget the way he’s treated you. The days have been uncountable, but it wasn’t that long ago that you were living a different life. One where you weren’t forced to silently endure your captor’s fingers slipping where they shouldn’t during every humiliating sponge-bath. Slowly, you nod. 

 “Good.” He looks over his shoulder impatiently. “Key, Lloyd.” 

 “Money firs, Lee.” 

 Lee scowls. He stands, unzipping the front of his thick leather jacket. There’s a bullet proof vest underneath it. He reaches into an inner pocket, and produces a bound stack of bills. Lee turns, and tosses it to Lloyd who catches it easily. 

 “Count it. S’all there.” Lloyd squints at Lee, and then the money. 

 “I’m going to take it on good faith this time—mainly because I’ve got somewhere to be.” More like someone else to sell. You’ve heard the crying through the walls—the screaming too. You know you’re not the only one Lloyd’s dragged in off the street for this. He grins saucily, and it makes your stomach turn. “You two kids have fun.” Lloyd rummages around in his pockets, and then makes a triumphant noise low in his throat as he produces a single key on a flimsy looking ring from his pockets. He flings it at Lee, who catches it with a snort. 

 Lloyd turns sharply on his heel and disappears beyond the doorway while Lee squats back down with a grunt, and reaches for the chain around your ankle. He tugs you up to your feet, and you feel your cheeks warm as his eyes rove down over your thighs. The ratty plaid button up on your shoulders is the only item of clothing you own now.

 He looks you over, clucking his tongue with a distinctly pleased air. “Lloyd always does do good work, I hafta say.” You shy away as he reaches for the collar of your shirt, and he frowns. “None of that, now. We’re gettin’ to know one another properly.” He draws his thumb over the swollen bruise still marring your right cheek. Lee inspects you, walking in a full circle around you, still holding the bit of rope wound tightly around your wrists.

 When it seems he’s satisfied, he hums, wrapping the rope around his hand a few times for security. You’ve walked these hallways many times, but the sight of them is still new to you as you stumble behind Lee. The house is large but also largely empty, and you wonder where the other girls are, if they have people coming for them too. 

 Outside, the sun is almost blindingly bright, and you realize it’s been weeks since you’ve seen it—maybe months. Gravel crunches under the soles of Lee’s shoes as he leads you towards the parked police cruiser in the under-maintained driveway. All at once, you dig your heels in, pulling backward on the rope and catching him by surprise. He grunts as the rope slips through his fingers, hanging in the air between the two of you for a moment before you yank back on it again. You ignore the pain of the loose stones biting into your bare feet as you turn, looking for a way out. The long, tree lined drive is too open, but if you can make it into the dense undergrowth—

 You run. 

 Your step is unsteady, your thighs already burning from disuse. Lee is cursing behind you, and you can hear the thunderous sound of his footfall closing in—

 The breath goes out of you as he slams into you, and you finally cry out in pain as he forces you to the ground. Your cheek presses painfully into the gravel as Lee pants above you. He lets out a raspy laugh. 

 “You are a little fuckin’ handful, aren’t ya, Honey?” He fists a hand in your hair, forcing your face harder into the dirt. “I wanna treat ya like a lady, Sugar, but you’re gonna hafta earn it.” He gets up off of you, pulling you up with him. You yelp at the pain as he pulls you back toward the cruiser. He yanks open the back door and tosses you in like a rag doll. 

 “N-no, I-I don’t—” Words of protest form on your lips and die as Lee wrestles you underneath him. You’re smaller than he is, underfed and exhausted too, it doesn’t take much for him to best you. He shushes your shrill complaints with that low, disgustingly patient drawl. 

 “See Honey, this is why I didn’t want Lloyd goin’ to work on ya,” he grunts as he forces himself between your thighs. The door behind your head is locked, but you pull frantically at the handle anyway. Lee chuckles dryly, wrapping the rope still tied around your wrists about the headrest, forcing your arms above your head. You gasp as he cups your bare cunt.

 “Don’t need him to get you to behave.” Your stomach rolls as he spreads your lips apart, circling your clit with the pad of his finger. “Got my own way of makin’ sure you get the picture.” You squirm, trying to buck him off of you, but it’s like trying to lift the car for all the good it does you. Lee clucks his tongue at you. 

 “We coulda’ waited and done this in a bed, but this is a lesson you need ta learn, Honey.” You buck, trying to work him off of you, and Lee grunts, frowning. “Come on, now. Bein’ difficult ain’t gonna help nothin’.” He circles your hopefully swelling clit with shocking gentleness. “Lloyd told me all about you, Honey,” he draws out the words while he strokes you. “And you were so lonely, baby. Parents didn’t give a fuck about you, did they?” His voice is both piteous and taunting. 

 It was true that your family kept at a distance, unsatisfied with your choice to pursue an education rather than a husband. Lee raises his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean of you. 

 “Sweet.” He presses his face into your cunt, suckling your clit as his fingers prod at your entrance. You wail, thighs tightening uselessly around his head as he whips you up into a frenzy. You don’t want to claim the firestorm of heady pleasure building up in your belly, but you don’t have a choice as it claims you. Lee hums with pleasure as you convulse, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes as you stare blindly up at the roof of the squad car. 

 “Ooh, that was good, wasn’t it?” He licks at you again, and you squeal, your oversensitive cunt throbbing. “I think you can gimme another one, can’t you Honey?” 

 “N-no, no—” You huff through your teeth, whining as he pulls another orgasm from your struggling frame. Your toes curl as white hot pleasure unfurls in your belly. You lay there, panting and sweaty, watching as Lee leans up out of the car, standing up to his full height. Your lower lip trembles as he undoes his belt, fingers making quick work of the buttons and zipper. 

 “N-not here, p-please,” you plead, fresh tears bubbling up over your eyelids and streaming freely down your cheeks and chin. 

 “Aht, aht, Honey. You stop them crocodile tears, now.” He admonishes you as he pulls the thick, veiny length of his cock from his pants. “Only makes me harder.” Lee palms his cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down the shaft with a groan. There’s a sticky bead of precum at the tip, and he smears it across the reddened head of his cock with the pad of his thumb. You try to scoot up and away from him across the back-seat as he ducks back into the car. You can’t get far, though, the door is locked on the other side, and your hands are still bound to the headrest above you. 

 Lee’s eyes are unfathomably dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of you, a low whistle of appreciation leaving his lips. Your breath catches uncomfortably in your chest as he slaps his cock against your clit wetly, and your body jerks from the sharpness of the sensation.

 “L-Lee,” you mumble his name, your lips salty with tears. “Please.” 

 “Look atcha, Honey,” he praises, ignoring your murmured plea as he begins to press inside. Lee hisses with pleasure as the head of his cock slips into your pussy with an audible, wet pop. “Manners are already gettin’ better.” You gurgle unintelligibly, eyes wide as he stretches you open. You want to focus on your rage, on your humiliation, your fear, but your body doesn’t let you, fresh slick leaking out to coat his invading length. Lee’s head lolls back, his eyes rolling shut as he sinks in slow, like he’s savoring every single inch. 

 As Lee finishes sheathing his cock into the throbbing, sticky mess of your cunt, you wonder dimly how there’s even space for all of it inside you. Your pussy sucks at him without your permission as he begins to pull out, a pathetic mewling noise leaking out of you at the sensation of his retreat. Dimly, you’re aware of the car rocking and squeaking beneath you as Lee lays into you. 

 It’s not supposed to feel good, Lee using your body like it belongs to him, like he owns it. Maybe he does, you think dizzily, pleasure eating away at the edges of your convictions. 

 “You gonna cum for me again?” His voice is like black honey in your ears. You shake your head desperately, whining as he fills you. Lee chuckles. “S’alright, Sweetheart,” he coos. “You can be a good girl n’ cum for Daddy.” You gurgle as he reaches down to pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them between calloused fingers. Gritting your teeth against the tide of pleasure, your thighs tighten around Lee’s hips as it comes crashing down over you. 

 It washes away every conscious thought as Lee drags you over the edge and into bliss, your nails digging into the headrest as you wail. Lee’s praising you, telling you how good you’ll be when he’s done with you, how sweet and perfect your cunt is—but you’re not hearing it, not really. Not over the rush of blood buzzing in your ears, or through the pleasurable fog that’s settled over your thoughts. 

 “Shit, Honey,” Lee pants, his thick fingers digging into your bare hip. “If I woulda known you’d feel this good on my cock, I’d have had Hansen get you sooner.” You don’t really have the bandwidth to consider his words before he’s driving into you full force, his cock spearing you open. He grits his teeth, baring them with a growl. 

 “M’gonna keep this pretty pussy nice and full,” he rasps as he ruts against you. His heavy thrusts punch the air from your lungs, and set your already dizzy head spinning further. “Want you drippin’ with me.”  You sob and mewl as you come apart on his cock, your walls milking at him until his hips still. Lee holds you tightly against him, and you can feel each deep pulse as he spills into you with a long, low groan. He stays like that for a while, his cock lodged inside of you as his cum begins to trickle out around his shaft.

 You know you’re a mess when he pulls away, licking his lips appreciatively. Lee tucks himself back into his pants with a sigh. You watch, your lip trembling as you try to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatens to fall. 

 The sound of applause makes you cringe, trying unsuccessfully to curl in on yourself as Lee chuckles, his gaze resting on someone behind the car, someone you can’t see. 

 “And here I thought she’d give you trouble,” Lloyd replies, ducking his head under the frame of the car’s back door. He grins at you lasciviously, and you squirm, trying to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your shirt. 

 “No trouble.” Lee answers, removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and draping it over your body. He shoots you a crooked grin that sends ice straight into your veins.  

“We got us an understandin’. Don’t we, Honey?” 

fin

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[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡

♡ Series Pairing: Soft Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Series Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping

(SERIES ONGOING)

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⇨ Chapter One

→ He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

⇨ Chapter Two

→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

I love all your Lee fics so for kinktober what about: Lee/food play/🕸️ "Every part, no matter how you feel, belongs to me."

Yes 😌

Sweet Treat

Warnings: Daddy kink, implied kidnapping, noncon, food play, unsafe candy use (please for the love of God don't do this), implied smoking (Lee), handcuff restraints, oral sex

Relationship: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

"I told ya, honey. I told ya, and ya didn't listen, so now I gotta remind ya." Lee grunted, rubbing his cock into the crease between your thigh and stomach. He pulled another candy from the paper sack. He put the wrapper in his teeth and untwisted it. He spat the wrapper across the bed.

"Please, no Daddy, was-wasn't runnin'-"

"Then why'da get out this big ole bed? Huh?" He demanded, fingers gripping the hard candy so hard you thought it might crack.

His hand disappeared between your bodies. Lee put the candy in your pussy. That was the third piece, or was it the fourth? Your sobs did nothing to make him stop. He worked his fingers as deep as he could, pushing the candy up further inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you shuddered. This shouldn't feel good, you didn't want it to feel good. You tried to focus on the something, the ache in your wrists from the handcuffs or the smell of cigarettes on his breath.

It didn't stop your body from responding. As Lee's fingers worked the candy inside of you, he purposefully rubbed over that traitorous spot inside you, the one that made your legs shake and your tummy flutter. You whimpered as he withdrew his fingers and sucked your arousal off them.

"Now to make up for givin' me a scare, you're gonna feed Daddy his favourite candies."

He moved down your body and planted his hands on your thighs, spreading painfully wide. Lee looked up at you with hunger in his eyes, wild and deranged and so unlike the sheriff you thought you knew. Your breath caught in your throat as he licked his lips.

"Every part, no matter how you feel, belongs to me."

He waited for you, looked at you with uncontrolled blue eyes as you tried to come up with the right words. Sometimes the simplest answer is best.

"Yes, Daddy."

His mouth latched onto your pussy and sucked. The chains of your handcuffed rattled as your back arched off the off bed. Lee thrust his tongue into you, deep and searching. His nose bumped against your clit with every movement he made. The shuddering, fluttering feeling returned to your body. You whined, wanting more and wanting him off of you at the same time.

"Daddy," you begged, squeezing your eyes shut.

Lee moaned against your pussy, an obscene slurping sound that made your body heat with humiliation. You fought it, the wave trying to crash over your mind. You moved, tried to run away from the pleasure but he dug in harder. He spread your legs wider, burying his face between your lips like he was trying to get inside of you.

Your mouth dropped open and your vision turned white as your orgasm shook your body. There was no stopping it, your mind had lost the battle wills like it always did with Lee. He looked up at you, slick dripping down his chin and his cheek flushed pink like the candies.

"That's one, baby "

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[mavsstar]

GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

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

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

“What’s that?” 

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

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

“How come?” he asked you. 

“I had a friend named Garrett–” 

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

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

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

“Dove?” 

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!” 

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

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[buckrecs]

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

Sweet On You by @ladyfallonavenger

A childhood friend stirs something in Lee that he didn't think was possible.

Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger

“What’s the most you ever lost in a coin toss?”

something sweet by @laineywilsons

your first halloween as the sheriff’s wife doesn’t quite go as planned.

a different kind of angel by @laineywilsons

a chance meeting on a knockemstiff back road changes lee’s life forever. 

babydoll by @bellasburdens

go ahead, baby by @sweetdreamsbuck

You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.

Sweetheart by @likeahorribledream

Lee takes you out to celebrate, but he quickly notices that something is bothering you.

Drabble by @sweeterthanthis

A thorn in your side is all he ever was, but using his desire to your advantage wasn’t as selfless as you’d lead him to believe

Pearl Necklace by @mypoisonedvine

your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

In Through The Window by @disturbedbydesign

You and Lee had always dreamed of starting a family, and when you finally gave birth to your first child, you thought your dream had become a reality. But then something changed—your baby changed—and your dream turned into a nightmare that only you could see.

Meant Something by @mickeyhenrys

“of course it meant something!” 

coping mechanism by @lokiskitten

you’ve been seeing Lee for a while now, keeping your relationship secret for the sake of both of your reputations and mainly in order to avoid drama. One night, after you cooked him a fancy dinner, you notice an unusual sentiment of frustration radiating from his body. After begging him, the man eventually reveals the reason to his sorrow and you decide to show him how much of a handsome man you believe he is.

Goodbye, Earl by @disturbedbydesign

You thought you'd left Knockemstiff behind you, but when your best friend needs saving and has no one else to turn to, you return to town to take care of business. But can you get out of town before Sheriff Bodecker catches up with you? Because he's got some unfinished business of his own.

You can be my daddy tonight by @bucknastysbabe

If you’re seeking heaven then you’ll want to come and get it.

Mix Every (Baking) Failure with Chocolate by @acatwriteshere

Reader is trying her very best to make her first Valentine's Day as a married woman the very best any husband could wish for. How sad that she fails at preparing the main surprise.

dinner and a treat by @nickfowlerrr

girls like you don’t need heaven by @noceurous

the night works for the troubled ones, it was better to make it home before the sunset

SERIES

just between you and me, did the love affair maim you too? by @extremelyblackandwhite

sheriff and his princess by @sweetdreamsbuck

Anything by @littlelioncub43

It’s Day I of your birthday week, and you decide to kick things off with a little celebration dance. Lee, of course, isn’t complaining about it. After all, whatever you want, you get. 

Domestic!Lee by @tumblin-theworldaway

Got Any Candy? by @qyllenhaal

Y/n wants to get out of town and move to the city, but the pay she's making at her job isn't cutting it. She answers a weird ad in the classified ads that doesn't turn out to be what it seemed.

+ Down By The River

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker series #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker fluff #lee bodecker angst #dark!lee bodecker #husband!​lee bodecker #lee bodecker x wife!reader #lee bodecker x innocent!reader

[sagechanoafterdark]

To Love and To Hold

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader

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

Word Count: 2,161

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, Lee loved you more than anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Williams boys.

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

Perfect lips he’d fallen in love with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lee was absolutely gone for you.

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

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

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

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

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

Lee loved you more than he did himself.

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[babyjakes]

no use fightin'.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | breeding kink

summary | the sheriff knocks you up in the empty station.

pairing | dark!lee bodecker x reader

warnings | dark!lee (kinda soft but then not lol), noncon, that southern accent (you gotta read it this way or it won’t work!!), corruption/abuse of power, handcuffs, heavy use of petnames, panty gag, crying, p in v, forced orgasm, mocking/degradation/humiliation, insults, breeding kink, slight tummy bulge/size kink :^)

word count | 1,028

an | oh boy. lee’s back, and he’s still just as dark and delicious as ever:’-) i have kind of decided i suck at writing lee’s vernacular but guess i forgive myself - i think the heavy use of those southern petnames maybe makes up for it? i hope everyone enjoys this one!

“My oh my, sweetcheeks. You’s is quite the sight for sore eyes, now ain’t ya?” The sheriff’s breath is hot against the sweat-drenched flesh of your neck where he’s tucked up his lips, suckling gently on and off again as his hands wander across your tummy and hips. “Got you lookin’ so pretty for me, all tied up like this- oh come on now, suga’ pie. S'no need for tears,” he hums as you choke against the fabric of your own lingerie he’s got stuffed up in your mouth. “You’re gonna ruin all that pretty makeup you got on. You get all dolled up jus’ for me, angel?” Lee teases, his touch trailing down to the crook of your thigh, “Aww baby, you shouldn’ have.”

You sob out a desperate attempt at a cry for help, but none of your words translate through your makeshift gag, soaked with your tears and spit. Your wrists struggle helplessly in the harsh metal cuffs locked high above your head, the faint rattling of the chain causing the sick man before you to chuckle. “S'no use in fightin’ it, sweetha’t. We got the whole damn station to ourselves, how’s about that, hmm?” Dragging one of his thick digits down between your clenching legs, he dips into your wetness, prodding around a bit to find your aching clit. “Oh my, babydoll. Looks like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he sings as he drags his finger around the tender bud in slow, agonizing circles, the brutal stimulation causing the bundle of nerves to burn in sinful need. “There, that’s it, peach,” he grumbles, his other hand rising to cup your chin as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “See? I can play nice,” Lee grin as you whimper in humiliation, the unwanted pleasure he’s providing making your gut twist in shame. “Jus’ gotta let me love on you, sweetcheeks. C’mon now, that’s it.”

Shifting his thumb to take over against your throbbing button, he eases a first finger inside of you, groaning lowly at the feeling of you clenching down against him. “Fuck, suga’ pie. Such a tiny little hole, you’s got.” Soon, a second finger is added as the sheriff struggles to stretch you out. “Love those pretty sounds you make,” Lee coos as you do your best to suppress your sobs, his fingers now squelching lewdly as they pump hard and fast into your channel. Feeling pressure begin to build in your belly, you squeeze your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to fight off your approaching climax. But when the cruel man’s pace at rubbing your hardened clit increases, there’s nothing you can do but wail into the thick wad of fabric caught between your teeth as you cream right on Lee’s fingers, causing him to cheer at his success in breaking you.

“That’s my girl- fuck, angel,” he cursed as you heave through your high. “Such a needy little cunt on you, already cummin’ for me and I haven’t even felt inside’a you.” Your body slumps pathetically once Lee pulls away from you, the cuffs around your wrists digging into the tender flesh to keep you hanging upright. At the sound of the sheriff’s belt buckle coming undone, followed by his zipper, you let out another futile sob, your entire body convulsing as his rock-hard length is lined up at your opening.

“Come on now, peach. Don’t tap out on me yet,” Lee rouses you, rubbing at your clit harshly to jolt you to attention, the overstimulation of the little nub bringing more tears to your eyes. “There she is; now hold still, sweetha’t. Don’t wanna hurt you while I’m stretchin’ you open.” When the thick, throbbing rod of flesh begins slowly impaling you, bile rises in your throat as your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, can barely fit inside’a ya, sweetcheeks,” the man shakes his head. “C’mon, let me in, pretty girl. Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, smiling sickly as he pinches your clit, causing you to jerk against his cruel hand.

The next few seconds are purely agonizing as Lee forces the rest of himself inside of you, letting out a strained moan when his balls finally meet your slick heat. “Shit, babydoll. Look at you, so full’a me. You gonna let me fuck you, suga’ pie? Gonna let me fill you with my babies, make you into a nice little wife for me?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the man’s words, but before you can cry out or react in any way, Lee’s pulled out of you gently, only to slam back in with devastating force. “That’s right, you’s is gonna fucking take it, bitch,” he demands, knocking the wind out of you by repeating the action again, then again, slowly building up speed. “Fuck, jus’ like that. Stupid little slut, jus’ gotta hang there and take it. Gonna knock you up, sweetcheeks. Get that sweet little tummy nice ‘nd round for me, make you mine for good.”

As Lee continues to fuck you brutally, only your pitiful weeping and the man’s hoarse groans can be heard through the empty back room, accompanied by the sounds of his flesh smacking against yours as he makes his mark on you, ensuring you’ll feel his impact for days to come. The ordeal seems too painful for another climax on your end to even be possible, but as Lee begins his chase towards release, he isn’t satisfied without you right there with him. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more, need’a feel you milkin’ me when I shoot that belly’a yours full’a cum.” His hand returns to roll your clit between his fingers, and in a matter of just seconds he’s got you crying out once more, clamping down on him as your orgasm is forced out of you.

“Shit, that’s it. Jus’ like that, peach. Fuck, oh fuck,” Lee grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally bottoms out, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up causing a scream to rise in your throat. “That’a girl- take it, angel,” he smiles as he kisses your cheek. “Nothin’ you can do but fuckin’ take it.”

#dadplease kinktober 2021 #eun's writing #kinktober #no use fightin' #lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #the devil all the time #the devil all the time fanfiction #lee bodecker fanfiction #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker imagine #lee bodecker blurb #lee bodecker drabble #lee bodecker headcanon

[buckgasms]

Maximum Occupancy

This is absolute chaos and I don't even know what's going on anymore. I just had to get it out! Hope you enjoy ❤️‍🩹 Bucky has lost a bet in a poker game with his neighbours, so this is his solution......

Warnings: Dark!Fic (please exercise caution), dubcon, p in v, p in a, blowies, handcuffs, rough, petnames, forced exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, I mean

@albinotigerpython @marvel-fandom23 @buckysboobs 💌

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"I'm sorry birdie I lost a bet and I have to pay up" Bucky reasoned as he led you towards the elevator. He took hold of your throat as you waited by the doors, and squeezed. "You don't want me to lose face with my pals do you baby?" You whimpered as the bell dinged and the doors slide open, biting your lip, "no daddy." He grinned like a wolf and led you into the elevator.

He pulled out some fluffy pink handcuffs and clipped you, naked, to the handrail. It suddenly occured to you that anyone could get onto this lift...

"Have fun sweetheart, be good and I'll see you in a few hours."

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Your tummy whoosed as the elevator descended and you watched the numbers drop down to the 5th floor. Your heart thumped in your chest, Steve Rogers. He was Bucky's best friend and it made sense he would get you first, this hadn't been the first time Steve joined in on Bucky's dirty games.

The doors dinged open and there he stood. He had grey sweats, sitting low on his hips, prominent bulge on display and shirtless. It did make your mouth water and then you remembered your predicament.

"Hi tweetie bird, gosh look at you, how pretty". He walked into the lift and popped a key in the panel which kept the doors opened. He ran his fingers through your hair and pushed you to your knees.

Before you could do much else he brought his cock out and slapped you in the face with it.

"Go on baby, do your daddy proud. Don't think we won't be reporting back..." You took him in your mouth and he immediately rammed his full length down your throat. You strained against your cuffs, trying to breath through your nose as Steve choked you. He cursed above you, fisting his hand into your hair and fucking your throat.

"Oh tweetie, that throat is fucking perfect" he groaned pulling out briefly to watch as spit dribbled down your face and onto your chest. You leaned in and licked the long shaft and sucking on his sensitive head. "That's good, good girl" he growled before sinking into your mouth again and fucking in earnest. He pulled out suddenly and painted your face and chest with come.

He tucked himself back into his sweats and turned the key. "See you in a bit" he winked and you watched as the doors slid closed.

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Before you could catch your breath you were whizzing upwards. The doors pinged open and there was Chris, in all his tattooed glory. Much like Steve, he had forgone a shirt and appeared to you in boxers, he flicked the key and helped you to standing.

"See Rogers already had his way with you" he chuckled. He squeezed your breasts, and then ran his hands down your tummy and pressed his fingers into your pussy.

"Soaked, just like I knew you would be. You like being used like a little cum dump don't you sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear as his fingers circled your clit, making you moan. "Tell me you like it" he growled, sinking his fingers into your pussy. "I like it, I like it" you whined and he chuckled.

With very little warning he pushed his cock into your cunt, hitching your leg up to give him more access to you. You squealed as he pounded into you, placing slaps to your breasts, face and thighs. Your eyes welled up as he fucked you raw, rutting into you with no mercy. He played with your clit, and you cried out, unable to escape the endless stimulation.

You could hear the cuffs rattling on the handle bar as you tried to find some relief but Chris wasn't interested in that. You locked eyes with him and he spat in your face. Much to your embarrassment, it pushed you over the edge and you started to come.

He pulled out and covered your stomach in his own release, wrapping a hand around your throat and cursing as he did. You howled, as your came around nothing, wanting so much for him to keep fucking you.

"Aww is baby upset? Here, don't cry little slut" and he thrust two fingers into your aching heat and he jerked until you were squirting around his fingers. You sobbed and sank to the floor as he wiped his drenched hand over your face.

You barely even noticed him leaving as you panted on the floor.

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Nick Fowler appeared next and it seemed he couldn't decide what to do with you. Whilst he decided he spent a while spanking your ass, making it red raw and bringing more tears to track down your cheeks. Finally he sank his cock into your pussy as you clung to the handrail as he rutted into you from behind. You watched him in the mirror, and saw a thin trail of spit leave his mouth and you felt it land on your puckered hole.

"Damn, you're just desperate for this aren't you bunny? Pretty cunt just sucking me all the way in" he moaned and ground his dick extra hard, making your eyes roll. His hands sunk into your hair and he pulled hard as he came, bringing you to yet another release. You babbled nonsense as you felt his come drip down your legs and he planted one, extra hard swat to your ass. You pressed your forehead to the cool glass and you whined as he left, not sure how much more you could take.

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You sank to the floor, looking down at yourself covered in everything, hoping Bucky would rescue you soon. Before you could wonder where he was the screen showed you had reached the ground floor and your stomach sank. What if someone found you?

The doors opened and there stood the Sheriff Lee Bodecker. He slowly walked into the lift and stared down at you. "Get up little slut" he said softly but you whined, your muscles aching. He prodded your leg with his heavy work boot. You flicked your eyes upwards and pouted at him, shaking your head. "Can't Sheriff.... Too hard."

He crouched down and took your face between his rough fingers. "Get up, or I'll fuck you right hear for anyone to see, or would you prefer that?"

Your breath hitched and you scrambled against the cuffs, legs slipping a little on the come and spit that had gathered on the floor beneath you.

Finally you got to your feet and the Sheriff had pressed the button to his floor.

"Was worried I was gonna miss all the fun" he said as he turned so your red ass was facing him and you were back to watching in the mirror. "Has anyone used this yet?" He asked, pressing his thumb into your ass, making you whimper as you shook your head. He grunted in approval and you heard his belt buckle undo, then suddenly his fingers were probing through your wet folds, spreading your juices around, lubing up your ass for him.

That was as much prep as he gave you, sinking his tip into your ass as you cried out.

He hushed you as he pressed further, rubbing at your clit to soothe and torture you in equal measure. You wiggled and tried to escape but he pushed further, until be bottomed out, his rough uniform scratching against your sore ass cheeks. You didn't like Lee very much, but there was something about him, his experience and his commanding voice that soon had you bouncing back on his cock. He chuckled and groaned as he watched you chase your release, his fingers rubbing at your folds until you came loudly, squeezing his dick and bringing him to his own climax, spilling into you.

"Wow, I knew your were a little slut, but that was fucking impressive doll" he said as he tucked himself away. The door opened and he left with a pat on your back.

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You thought that was the end of it, but over the next hour you shuttled between floors, each man taking his time to defile you over and over again. You were barely able to stand anymore, your pussy was sore and puffy and your body was smothered in come from each of their visits.

They also seemed to enjoy mocking you, each of them using their own sweet little names to tell you what a pretty slut you were, a perfect little cum rag, a silly little whore who's only good for one thing. You didn't have much chance to respond or deny. As much as you felt sore and used, you couldn't stop coming when they touched you, moaning and whining when they left you.

One moment of horror came when you were unveiled to some of your neighbors, not participating in Bucky's forfeit. The older couple were shocked to see you, on the floor, covered in come, sweat and tears. You blushed and looked away as they had no choice but to step in and head to their floor. But then you were back with Nick and they left your mind.

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Finally, you were back on the top floor. The doors opened to reveal Bucky waiting for you, a proud smile on his face. "Looks like the boys had fun with you eh?" He teased as he stepped in and uncuffed you. You whined, your throat was so sore from all the use. He easily scooped you up in his arms and you clung to him.

"They all messaged me saying what a good girl you were and I was watching the camera baby, you fucking loved it didn't you princess?" Your head lulled on his shoulder and you could only moan in response. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty head. "Gonna save that footage for a rainy day? Maybe we should invite them all over to watch?" You shook your head, "just for you daddy, please" you begged, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"Aww ok baby, just for me" he smiled and squeezed you tighter. "Hope you got some energy left babygirl? I think it's my turn now isn't it?"

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[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+

Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh

A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two

Bambi’s pov:

“Such a good girl.”

Good.

Girl.

The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.

It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.

You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.

He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?

You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?

“My dumb baby”

You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.

Maybe I really am dumb.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Lee’s POV:

He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.

Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,

He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.

No Lee. This is your fault.

He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.

Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.

His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.

Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.

The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.

“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick….

BOOM

The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Lee was ecstatic.

He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.

Lee knew exactly what you needed.

He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.

“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.

His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.

“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.

His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.

“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.

You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.

But it never came.

Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.

The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.

“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”

“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.

“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”

Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.

Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.

It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.

Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.

Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?

You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.

Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.

“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.

He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.

“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”

He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.

“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.

Fuck, you knew just how to get him.

Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.

Why wasn’t I about to run?

Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.

“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.

Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.

Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.

“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”

Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!

“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”

No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.

But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.

“Yes sir.”

Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.

After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.

Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.

Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.

You wanted him back.

“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.

Not even two seconds later it opened.

“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.

“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”

Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.

It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.

You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.

You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.

Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.

Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.

The sight could have brought him to his knees.

Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.

Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.

He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.

His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.

“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.

Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?

Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.

“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.

“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?

Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.

You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.

“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.

Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.

Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.

It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.

Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.

“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.

“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.

You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.

Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.

Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.

“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.

You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.

“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.

You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.

You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.

He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.

But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.

Love, Bunny 🎀

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Fic & Writer Recommendations Jan 2023

I know I said I will be doing this quarterly but I just couldn't help myself.

Listed below are writers I am a fan of and fics I have been reading and loving for the month of January (well, some December too). Some are dark and some light but what they do have in common is that they were created by such talented people.

As usual, I'll be categorizing them as Dark, Grey, and Non-Dark. But I am now adding a new category; writers.

Writers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - There really isn't anything that they release that I don't like. Their stories vary in darkness and it's always such a treat to read. My favorite so far is Unexpected and its prequel, Unsolicited, and I think you guys should check it out.

@straywords - Their fics are just *chef's kiss*. I've read a couple of them already and they are just such beautiful pieces. I have yet to dive deeper into their masterlist but so far, In The Mountains and Bound Then and Forever are my current faves.

Dark Fics

Corruption (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

Doppelgänger (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. 

Worthy (Thor x Reader) by @michelleleewise Summary: After your recent breakup your self-esteem is at an all-time low, so you take your friend's advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead.

It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 

Grey Fics

Spoils of War (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @navybrat817 Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Beautiful View from the Backseat (Thor x Stark!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚 Summary: Some mortal things, Thor can get used to. Except traffic jams.

Sweeter Than Apple Pie (DBF!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis 💚 Summary: It's torture sitting through dinner with Lee. Especially when his idle hands can't keep from wandering.

Flavors (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚 Summary: You spend the night testing out new flavors with your god of mischief.

Give these writers and their fics some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed their work. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Lee Bodecker

Cheating

🧡 “You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”

Pretty please 🥹

muahahahahahha yes

All the right questions

Warnings: dubcon, alcohol consumption, angst, cheating on both sides, being addicted to one another even though you know it's bad for you, getting sorta caught, pushy!Lee, implied smut (past and future), this got a little The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, unedited

Relationship: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

The liquor burned. You should have stopped drinking an hour ago and gone home. Your husband, for all his bullshit, will have called your office by now and the switchboard will have told him nobody was there.

But it would have been the same question as always. 'You makin' dinner before or after cards?' Never questions of when will you be home, you alright honey, you missin' me as much as I'm missin' you right now?

Lee asked all the right questions. Had from the first night at his wife's platter party. Everyone had too much to drink, your husband had been out back smoking one of his nasty cigars with a few of the other men. Florence, or Jane-Lee's wife, was in the kitchen with a few of her friends. You weren't exactly sure how it was just you and Lee in the front room. But for a whole 15 minutes, it was just the two of you, completely absorbed. His hand on your knee with your eyes glued to his pink flushed lips.

And 15 minutes was all it took for the addiction to set in. That little moment, when you had his absolute attention was all you needed to be swayed. Bumping into each other became phone calls and whispers became lunches and kissing in alleys became quick and dirty fucks whenever you could get it.

Except she knew now. Lee's wife. You refused to learn her name, make her a real person because it ruined the illusion, the sneaking around. You were calling it off now. She didn't know it was you, Lee just called saying she found a pair of your panties in his cruiser. Your stomach had dropped into your shoes and you immediately went to the bar. The truth getting out would ruin your lives.

In the beginning, the risk of being caught and the knowledge that you both belonged to someone else was thrilling. It made everything feel stronger, the fucking and the emotions alike. Made the whispers over the phone and in the back seat all the more romantic. You couldn't tell which way was up and that suited you. There was never any of the politics either, you didn't have to act a certain way and neither did Lee.

You drained your martini and stumbled out of the bar. The walk home would clear your mind and being alone is what you really need. Maybe you should take stock of yourself and really think about what you were going to do with your future. Break up with Lee was only going to be the first step.

Speak of the devil though, and he'd likely appear. The cruiser was parked right there in your drive when you got home. Lee leaned against your front porch smoking a cigarette. His gaze dropped to you and your tummy feels like butterfly and spun sugar even though you wish it didn't anymore. He stubbed out his smoke on your porch railing and threw the butt in the bush like it was no big deal.

"Sheriff." You gripped your bag tight and tried to squeeze by the man.

"Honey, you know what callin' me that does. Don't get me started before we can talk." Lee grabbed your arm, keeping you trapped on your pork for all the world to see.

"There ain't nothing to say." You glared at him, tried to muster up as much as anger as you could. "We ain't nothing."

His fingers flexed, gripped your soft flesh hard as he gave you a shake. Before you could yank yourself free, he was on you. His lips, the ones your whole body has memorised, smashed against yours. Lee's other hand wrapped your nape to keep you locked to him. Not that you'd really fight him. Your knees were on the verge of buckling and your mouth was already opening up, letting his tongue lick and stroke against yours. As much as you knew how calling him sheriff riled him up, that hand at the back of your neck made all the sense leave your body.

"Don't lie to me, darlin'. Don't you ever fuckin' lie to me." His ragged breath fanned over your cheek. "This ain't nothing?"

He kissed you again, pressed your whole body back against your front door. Lee's body was warm and giving, his soft belly and his smooth cheeks plain perfection. Without thought your hands went to his belt, your fingers following muscle memory more than you will. Your body was ready for him, always ready for Lee to fuck you, own you in away you had needed for so long. Your mind just needed to forget about that day.

"I don't want this." You said the words anyway. The lie was sour on your tongue, but you couldn't stop it from pouring out.

"Honey." Lee's voice turned almost sickly sweet, a touch condescending and patronising that should make your blood boil but all it did was make you ache. His hands rucked up your skirt until his fingers rubbed the damp spot in your panties. "You don't want this? Then why is my pussy so fuckin' wet for me right now?"

Your only answer was to let him in, into your head, into your house, into the bed your husband shared with you every night. It didn't matter what he said, or what you did. No matter how rough Lee fucked you, claimed your mind, body, and soul, you would never be his. You would never be Lee's wife because then you'd just be waiting for the other woman to appear. The newer model of you. Lee would never be your husband because then you'd fall into the same problems now. The spark would die and you'd be trapped in a marriage you regretted. You didn't belong to each other, truly, and that's what made these highs so worth it. That's what made the fear and hurt worth the risk. The spark of something different.

You didn't hear the slamming of the car door over the sound of the mattress. Your moans only grew louder the closer you got to cumming. You were so close. Harder, harder, harder.

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[mavsstar]

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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After Arvin’s empty threat you didn’t leave the house for 3 days in fear you would run into him. Lee had to coax you out of your room like you were a scared dog he was trying to rescue that he found on the side of the road. 

“Dove, you have to go out at some point,” Lee sighed. “Lenora has been askin’ about you. What am I goin’ to tell her?” 

You looked off to the wall as you tried to come up with an excuse. “You could tell her I’m still sad about my mama.” 

Lee placed his hands on his hips as he shook his head. “Are you still sad about that?” He sincerely asked. “You don’t really talk about it.” 

“There isn’t much to talk about. She left and that’s that,” You shrugged. 

“Don’t you miss her?” He questioned. “At least a little bit?” 

You chewed on your lip as you thought about his question. “I do,” You said after a period of pure silence. “I miss the idea of the kind of mother I wanted. I’m grieving something I never once had.” 

“Dove…” 

“I was such an idiot,” You laughed through your nose as tears collected in your eyes. “Everytime she would give me a small hug or even a smile I would automatically forgive her, thinking she wasn’t the bad guy I made her out to be. The guilt would eat me up each time and I would think I was the bad guy. But then the cycle would repeat and in the end I would never learn my lesson.” 

“I’m really sorry Dove.” Lee’s hands went straight to your hips and rubbed soothing circles on them, his favorite way of comforting you. Your hands wrapped his neck and you pulled him for a short simple kiss. 

“S’okay,” You quipped. “I’m just a bit scared I’ll turn out like her when I have children.” 

“You’ll be a great mother Dove,” Lee assured you. “Our children will absolutely adore you. I’m sure of it.” 

“Our children?” You asked with a dopey smile. “You want children with me?” 

“Who else would you have children with?” He playfully asked. “You plannin’ on leaving me?” 

You instantly shook your head, “No ‘course not.” After a few seconds of silence you spoke again, “But do you really think of havin’ kids with me?” 

“That's all I ever think about Dove. I just imagine you all big and swollen with my baby,” He said while rubbing your stomach. “Barely able to walk and you have to ask me for help. You have no idea how much I want it.” 

“And how many does Sheriff Bodecker want?” You asked, your hands fixing his tie. 

“As many as you want to have,” He answered. “You want 3? I’ll give you 3.” 

“Fine but I want a bigger house,” You started. 

“Done.” 

“And a big yard for the kids to play in-” 

“Done.” 

You bit on your lip to contain the smile that was bursting at the seams, “I also want a nice flower garden-” 

“Already in the making Dove. Anything else?” 

“I want you to be there by my side as my loving husband.” 

Now it was Lee’s turn to contain his smile. He placed his chin on top of your head and wanted nothing more than to stay in that exact moment until God decided his time on earth was up. “Then I’ll be just that Dove, a husband devoted to his loving wife.” 

You went to pull away from his grip, Lee growled and encased you tighter against him. “Lee you have work, can’t be runnin’ late.” You mumbled against his work shirt. 

After a couple seconds his grip loosened but still remained around your body, “You’re right. Fine I’ll let go.” He dropped his arms and proceeded to walk to the door. “Dove, I really want you to try and go out, we really need groceries.” 

You followed right behind him towards the door, “I’ll try.” 

Before he left the door, he kissed your forehead lovingly like he always does before leaving work. “Arvin won’t do a thing to you, I promise.” 

After Lee left you headed towards the fridge. When you opened it you did indeed need 

groceries. There was barely any food and all that was left was yogurt that was 3 days past its expiration date, a couple of eggs and the half eaten banana. 

You mustered up all your courage and left the house. Good thing the grocery store was only a 5 minute walk. When you arrived at the grocery store you unfolded your grocery list and began to shop. 

“There you are!” Lenora exclaimed, pointing her finger at you. 

Startled, you jumped like a cat and clutched your list close to your chest. When you saw Lenora your body relaxed. “Jeez Lenora, you scared the crap outta me. You ain’t gotta yell.” 

“Well I ain’t apologizing,” She said. “I haven’t seen you in 4 days. You haven’t been callin’ me. It seems like you’re been avoiding me. What the hell is goin’ on?” 

Arvin is what’s going on, damn bastard has me shaking in my boots. “Nothing is going on,” You responded. 

“Bullshit,” Lenora retorted. “Come on Y/N don’t start lyin’ to me, tell me what’s going on.” 

One thing you could never do was lie to Lenora, she could see right through you like glass.

 “I had a stomach bug,” You began your lie, hoping she would buy it. “It was terrible Lenora, I couldn’t stop throwin’ up. I could barely get up from bed.” You waited for a couple seconds, seeing if she would buy the cheap lie. 

“Oh why didn’t you say something, I would’ve came over and made you some soup,” She chuckled. “That’s what friends are for silly. You are feelin’ better though right?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, a lot better.” 

“Good because you and I are going dancin’ this week.” 

Your eyes widened in shock, “Dancin’? With who?” 

“There’s some cute soldiers passin’ by and why not thank them for their service with a good time,” She beamed. “Who knows we might even find the one?” 

You laughed, “Yeah the one to dance the devil’s tango with.” 

“Either way we’ll have fun,” She winked. “What do you say?” 

“As much as I would love to, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to go,” You said, grabbing fresh tomatoes. “I have a feelin’ Lee won’t be okay with that.” 

“He doesn’t have to know.” 

You quizzically furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean…” She got close to your ear, whispering, “We can sneak out.” 

You walked past the produce, heading to the cashier. “If we get caught Lenora it’ll be the end of us.” You handed your basket to the cashier while she scanned. “I’ve been caught before and trust me it ain’t fun.” You paid for your groceries and started to head out the store. 

“We’re only young for so long Y/N,” Lenora whined. “We never have this kind of fun. Soon we’ll have to start looking for a husband, next thing you know we’re 25 with 2 kids and we didn’t have any fun.”

“Fine,” You gave in and stopped dead in your tracks, “But Lenora we cannot drink, got it?” 

“Got it,” She repeated in a disappointed look. 

“You girls goin’ to the dance?” A feminine voice asked. 

You both turned your heads and saw it was Cheryl. She was sitting on the rails of the porch, filing her nails away. 

Cheryl was a tall 27 year old woman with deep ginger curly hair that she often wore in two pigtails with bows. Her brows were always nice and kept and her teeth were pearly white. All the clothing she owned was 2 sizes too small for her to purposefully show off more skin than what was needed. She was a hairdresser by day and a whore by night. 

You didn’t like Cheryl very much, you had your own reasons just like everyone else had. The only reason you talked to her is because she has the best tasting fruit and vegetables. She sure did like you though, she always greeted you with her famous smile and sometimes a kiss on the cheek. 

“Maybe,” You answered. “Are you?” 

“Duh,” She said as if it was the most obvious thing. She got up from the rail and strided towards you, “A chance to meet me a stallion? Sign me up.” She tucked her nail file away in her back pocket, “You know you two should go, meet some nice boys and give them a very nice thank you. I’ll even take you.”

You chuckled uncomfortably, understanding her innuendo. “I think a dance is a good thank you.” 

“Suit yourself,” She shrugged her shoulders. “If you do decide to go stop by the salon and I’ll get you both dolled up. It’s on the house.” 

“Thank you Cheryl, we’ll let you know,” Lenora thanked her. 

“We should really get going,” You started to pull Lenora away. “Have a nice day Cheryl!” 

“You too sweetheart!” She waved goodbye, her eyes focused on the two of you. 

Lenora waited until you were well out of her earshot to start talking. “It might just be me but I feel that there’s somethin’ off about that lady.” 

“She’s a homewrecker Lenora,” You replied like it was nothing. 

“What?” She gaped. “Really?” 

“Yeah, that’s why Mrs. Watson is no longer Mrs. Watson and is now Ms. Banks.” You explained. “She said something about not being able to have certain men gets her gears goin’ and she will do anything to get them.” 

“Jeez,” Lenora commented. 

You went on with your day like usual, cleaned the house, made food, folded laundry, etc. When you finished you waited for Lee to come back home not only to ask him about his day but also about the dance. 

“Dove, I'm home!” Lee yelled from the front door. 

You walked towards him with your arms opened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips, “How was work?” 

“Pretty calm today,” He answered. “I’m enjoying it now because Friday night is goin’ to be absolute hell.” 

“About Friday night…” You trailed off, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“What about it?” 

“Lenora and I really want to go-” 

“No, you’re not going.” Lee cut you off. “No way in hell am I goin’ to let you dance with them.” 

“Aw come on Lee,” You attested. “It’s not like I’m goin’ to dance with them. Besides, you just told me I need to go out.” 

“Dove you’re going to a dance to dance. I don’t want another man touchin’ what's mine.” 

“Please Lee, I won’t even dance with them. You’re the sheriff, you’ll be there anyways watchin’ me.” You pulled out your puppy eyes, your secret weapon. “Pretty please.” 

“My final answer is no.” 

-

It was the day before the dance. You wanted to ask Lee again to go but you knew he would just say no again. You knew the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so why not make Lee’s favorite pie to let you go to the dance.You were at Cheryl’s backyard, picking the best looking peaches. She was close by, you could tell because it reeked of cigarette smoke. 

“You goin’ to the dance?” She asked you. 

“No, Lee said I couldn’t,” You answered, picking another peach. 

“You might find it hard to believe but I used to be just like you Y/N,” Cheryl said, taking another drag of her cigarette. She saw your confused expression and continued, “I was quiet, obedient and innocent. Had I rebelled a little bit in my teen years maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this.” 

“I really can’t do anything about it,” You shrugged. “He’s the sheriff, if I sneak out he’ll find out.” 

“I understand him though, you’re a pretty young thing. Any man would fall to their knees the minute they see you,” She stepped closer to you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you know. The man has been struck with cupid’s arrow.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Please, even if I was blind I would still know there’s something goin’ on between the two of you.” She took another drag before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it. “Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone.” 

You picked the last peach and stuffed it in your basket. “Well I got about 6 peaches, how much do I owe you?” 

“Just keep them, not like I’m using them anyways.” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes I’m sure now get goin’ before Lee gets home and the pie ain’t finished.” 

“How did you know I was goin’ to make a pie?” 

“You only come here for fruit when you’re goin’ to bake a pie for him,” She responded. “It’s adorable, you must really like him.” 

“I do,” You responded. “I really do.” You left Cheryl’s garden, rapidly walking home to start on the pie. 

You’ve gotten so used to making pies that it didn’t take you long to make one. The only thing that bothered you was how long it took to bake. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth eating the leftover peaches while you waited for Lee to come home. 

“Dove?” Lee called out for you. “I'm home!” 

“I’m in the kitchen!” You yelled in response. 

“Something smells good,” Lee complimented as he entered the kitchen. “What’cha making?” 

“Peach pie,” You happily replied. “It’ll be done soon.” 

“As much as I love your sweet pie,” Lee licked his lips, pushing you down on the counter. “There’s something sweeter I want to try.” Lee had a rather difficult day at work today. He had a racy dream the night prior about you sitting on his face, crushing him with your thighs and the image has been stuck ever since. 

“Like what?” You nervously asked as he pushed up your skirt to your stomach. 

“Relax,” He smirked, rubbing your legs to attempt to relax you. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” 

You nodded in response, not trusting your own voice. Lee planted kisses on your inner thighs, seductively sucking on your supple skin, being sure to leave marks. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach the higher he went. His fingers hooked the waistband of your panties and he dragged them down, throwing them to the side when he pulled them over your ankles. 

His large hands spread your legs open and he started to dip his head down. Your breath was becoming labored, nervous yet excited to what was about to come. Lee licked a broad stripe on your pussy, the action made your legs close around his head. The action felt foregin, it wasn’t bad. Just different. 

Lee repeated it again, only this time it felt so much better. Your labored breaths turned into gasps with every lick. You whined when Lee pulled away, “You want me to keep goin’?” He asked with a shit eating grin. 

“Please never stop.” 

Lee returned back to his favorite palace, your thighs and latched his mouth on your swollen clit. You tasted like heaven, he spent so many nights tossing and turning just dying for a taste. Just like last night. If he could, he would have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert. 

Your nails dug into your palms from the overwhelming pleasure you’re sure you drew blood but you didn’t care. Anything to keep feeling like you’re on cloud nine. You felt a familiar pressure building up only it felt stronger and it was coming faster than it ever has before. Your body moved on its own accord, helping you chase pure nirvana. Any coherent thought left your brain when you felt his tongue create intricate circles on your clit. 

“That feels so g-good,” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “But I feel funny…” You started to prop yourself on your elbows.

Lee unlatched his lips for a brief moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers, keeping that pleasure going. “What do you mean funny.” 

“Like I’m goin’ to pee,” You whispered in embarrassment. 

Lee chuckled, pushing you back down gently. “I promise you, you’re not goin’ to pee. Just let it go.” 

“Okay.” 

You allowed yourself to let the pressure build up again, concentrating on letting it go. Just let it go Y/N. Just let it go. Yes. Yes. Oh god yes. Your legs tremble around his head as you let go. “Lee!” You shouted as you gushed on his face. When you realized what happened, you were absolutely mortified. “Oh my god Lee, I’m so sorry-” 

“S’okay Dove,” He assured you. “It’ll happen sometimes, especially when you feel real good.” 

Still stuck in your post orgasm haze you just nodded, “Uh huh..” 

“My dumb baby,” Lee cooed as he heled you dress back up. You tried getting off the counter but your jelly-like legs made you fall down. You looked like a baby deer trying to learn how to walk. Lee luckily caught you but not without teasing you. 

“Dove if you’re like this with my tongue alone, I can’t imagine what you’ll be like after taking m’cock.” 

“Lee!” You gasped, lightly smacking his chest. 

“What it’s true, I bet you won’t even be able to walk right after.” He placed his hand on your lower stomach, “Bet you’ll still even feel me right there.” Lee dragged you over to the dining chair, settling you on his lap. 

“So Lee about the dance…” 

“Still a hard no Dove.” 

Well it was worth a try.

-

The day after the dance you passed by Cheryl’s house again. You and Lenora found a recipe to make a strawberry shortcake in her recipe book and decided to make it. 

“So how was the dance?” You questioned, bending down to pick the strawberries. 

“It was wonderful!” She cheerfully said. “Oh Y/N, darlin’ you should’ve been there. They were so cute and such gentlemen. My feet are sore from all that dancin’.” 

“I’m glad you had fun Cheryl,” You smiled at her. You got back up, closing your basket. “Well I got everythin’ I need. I’ll see you later.” 

You were walking out of Cheryl’s garden when you saw Arvin outside, waiting. “Hey Arvin,” You greeted. “What are you doin’ here?” 

Arvin started to walk up to you, “I was just passin’ by. What are you doin’ here?” 

“Came by to pick some strawberries,” You lifted your basket. “Cheryl has the best fruit in town.” 

It looked like luck wasn’t on your side tonight when Cheryl peeked her head over the fence and yelled, “Tell your man to stop hoggin’ the pie and share some with me!” 

Avin’s face dropped and he turned to look at you. “You’re still with him?” Arvin asked in disgust. “I can’t believe you.”

“You know Arvin I don’t get you,” You scoffed, having enough of Arvin. You were tired of him dicitaing your choices and you were about to let him have it. “Tellin’ me it ain’t right for me to be with Lee when you’re not so innocent yourself.”

“Because it isn’t.” 

“You have no idea what is right and what is wrong.” You pointed your finger to his hard chest.  “You’re nothing but a goddamn hypocrite,” You seethed through your teeth. 

“I may be a lot of things but you can’t call me a hypocrite,” He declared, taking a step back. 

“Really?” You questioned, your fists clenched by your sides. “What was Cheryl then? SHe was nothing?” 

“That’s different,” He retorted. “You can’t compare that to this.” 

“You’re right, it is different. What happened to you was worse.” 

Not too long ago you found out about Arvin’s and Cheryl’s brief affair. You were at the station waiting for Lee to finish up. Cheryl sat right beside you drunk as a skunk, that’s when she let the secret slip out through her lips. 

“You know, it’s a shame you’re lettin’ a guy like Arvin go,” She slurred out. 

You cocked your head to the side, “Why would you say that?”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, “Not only is he a fine young man but he is great in bed.” 

Your body stiffened at her statement, “You’ve slept with Arvin?” 

“Oh honey the only reason we stopped is because you came along otherwise we’d be going at it like rabbits.” 

You were beyond shocked but you felt the need to know every single detail you could get. “When did it start?” 

“Last summer,” She answered in a dreamy tone. “There he was being cute as a button and I just couldn’t resist. He had no idea what to do, poor sweet thing.” 

“But wasn’t Arvin just about to turn 17? Ain’t that illegal?” 

“Shh,” She shushed you. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.” 

Arvin was about to open his mount, getting ready to protest but you spoke before he had the chance. “You better not tell me it’s because you’re a guy. That is nothing but horseshit.” 

“A man has needs Y/N.” 

You scoffed, “Please, you don't think I have needs?” Arvin remained quiet and chewed the inside of his cheek. “If it’s not so wrong like you saying it is, how come no one knows about it?” 

“Because it's no one's business,” He retorted. “And it’s definitely not yours.” 

“Then what goes on between Lee and I isn’t any of your business,” You countered, crossing your arms. “All I know is Lee has treated me with nothin’ but respect. He sees me for more than what is between my legs, can’t say the same thing about you.” 

“So really Arvin, who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do with my life?” You continued. Arvin again stayed silent. “Arvin you mean a lot to me but if we’re going to be like this all the time then it’s best we cut off ties before it gets really nasty and one of us gets hurt.” 

Arvin truly loved you and would’ve done anything to keep you close. Even now he still wants you close but with Lee in the way, he doesn’t think he has the strength to sit back and watch it all happen. “I can’t just not do anything Y/N. Not when I’m watchin’ you being taken away from me to a man that doesn’t deserve you.” 

“So this is it then?” 

“I don’t know…I need some time Y/N.” It was the last thing Arvin said before walking away. 

Arvin sulked with his hands in his front pockets all the way home. He weighed both options, stay and lose you to Lee or leave and lose you to Lee. He wasn’t going to win in the end but at least he could have you close by. Then he thought about how much it would hurt to witness you live the life he wanted to live with you. 

The cherry on top of his night was when he saw Lee parked right outside his house. Anger flashed through his body and stormed right up to Lee. 

“What are you doin’ here?” Arvin fumed, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

“Came here to drop Emma off,” Lee calmly explained. “I saw her walkin’ alone and I gave her a ride. Is there a problem?” 

“You know damn well there’s a problem,” He spat out. “You need to leave Y/N alone or else.”

“Or else what? You and I both know there’s no way in hell I’m goin’ to do that,” Lee dismissed Arvin. “At least not on my own will.”

“I’m goin’ to make sure the whole town finds out the kind of person you are, I swear by it.” 

“Go right ahead boy, I ain’t scared of you,” Lee said. “But do that and you’ll get what’s coming to you.” 

Lee decided he had enough and left Arvin. He drove off in a hurry to get out of his presence. He saw Arvin as some parasite you just couldn't get rid of but he was going to do it and he was going to do it the hard way. He only knew one person who could really help him voluntarily. So he stopped by their house, knocking on their front door. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here, what can I do for you sheriff?” 

“I need a favor from you Cheryl.”

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Good Wives Club [11]

Lee Bodecker/Reader. Word Count: 10k || Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Ten ✾ Chapter Twelve

Summary: It’s been more than a year since she’s escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn’t care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what’s rightfully his.

Content (this chapter): Infidelity, marital issues, neglect, emotional abuse, oral sex.

MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

The jovial spirit of snowy December had passed over Y/n until it had become too palpable to ignore. Tacky garland, strung up lights, and flyers for a fake Santa were on every street corner of Brewer Heights. Mothers, who would usually leave their kids behind for their day trips, held their hands tightly, and fathers scoured the makeshift Christmas tree lots for the trees that were healthy and full.

Y/n isn't annoyed by others' joy, nor did she dislike the holidays, but she could not be happy.

Christmas has not always been the happiest time for her, but at least in her past she can say that there were some decent times. The year she had entered middle school, her grandmother gave her a homemade dress. It was outdated and pretty ugly, but had looked like something her grandmother would wear and that's all Y/n cared about at that age. She had admired her grandmother so much and no amount of teasing from the boys in her class could deter her from wearing that dress.

Last year was fine too. Lou's sisters and their husbands came back home for the week. They were surprisingly so kind to her, trying their best to make her feel it included in their family traditions. Lou's sisters especially did their very best to make Y/n feel like one of them, one of the daughters of this beautiful family. She had received popsicle stick figurines and colored pages from kids who called her "auntie", to show how much they loved their uncle Lou and auntie Y/n (and to show thanks for Lou letting them climb on him and Y/n being lenient about them eating candy). However, despite their courteous attempts, Y/n felt like an outsider, a voyeur watching a close family enjoy their Christmas. She's much younger than his sisters so it was hard to relate to them and their struggles of managing a house and motherhood.

Still, she'd take that awkwardness ten times over and over again if it meant leaving behind the bitterness that has seeped in her life.

Lou's oldest sister had called and said her family wasn't coming for Christmas this year. It wasn't hard to guess that his younger sister would follow suit in calling with the same statement just a few hours later. Y/n wondered how the sister's could be fine with not visiting their father right after his wife, their beloved mother, died. Lou's father had always been strict, but she's never heard something that would make his two girls not come visit him right after losing the most important woman in their lives. Y/n found it unsettling how they were just so quick to move on; the whole family is just strange. She thought Lee and Sandy were an odd pair, but nothing beats the odd bunch of siblings she's married into. They were more secretive than she had expected, putting on the front that left her fooled and stuck in a marriage with a man she thought was excited to be with her.

With no reason to celebrate, their house is the plainest on the street. If Y/n had kids, or maybe one on the way, maybe she'd feel a spark of joy that would make her dig out those red lights in the basement, but any joy she had is a dull flame. Their house stuck out like a sore thumb being the only house that didn't look like Santa threw up all over it. Their plain house represented the fabric of their current lives; everyone goes on while they're so shut in.

Just a handful of weeks ago Y/n was putting so much effort into this "life" with her husband. She looks back and feels stupid for those mornings she spent extra time and effort putting on make-up or picking out her outfit just to walk around the house all day. None of that shielded her from her husband's ugliness over something beyond her control. She had reverted back to who she was before she tried dressing herself up like a gift. She doesn't tell Lou when dinner is finished, she just eats alone and pops the leftovers into the refrigerator. Lou was forced to take care of himself once again, and he was not happy about it. He stopped ignoring Y/n and instead began to lose his patience with her. He yelled at her and he was fond of breaking things to make her jump. Rage filled him every time he saw her face. Y/n won't blame grief for this, this is something that has been stirring inside of him for a long time. Was he regretting his choice? What did he even see in her when he first laid eyes on her? Was he just desperate because he was getting to the age we're all The men in his life, past and present, settled down?

All of her mother-in-law's children had turned into unrecognizable versions of themselves; the daughters' turning their cheeks the other way and the only son unleashing his anger on his poor wife. His mother would be ashamed of them. But, most importantly, Y/n's grandmother would be ashamed of her for staying. Her nona, a hellion during her youth, would tell her to run off with another man and never look back.

"Is there any way you could come get me tonight? It's been long enough, and I need to see you."

What she wanted to hear from her lover was a comment of agreement, not a laugh. It was not an attempt to make a mockery of her desperation, but his inability to contain his enjoyment in being able to get her so worked up. Two days must have felt like forever for her.

"C'mon, sweetheart," Lee coos, "what would your husband think if he finds you hiding out at another man's house? A married one at that."

"He won't care," Y/n responds flatly.

It's not like Lee believes Y/n is capable of lying to him, but as a man he finds it hard to believe that her husband just 'doesn't care.' He can believe that she is being neglected (it shows in the way she touches him), but to act like Lou wouldn't give a damn if he knew what was happening sounds naive; men are possessive even of things they've discarded. Lee was not necessarily cautious like he once was, but he isn't ready to parade Y/n around in broad daylight. Trying to disappear and stay with him for more than a night was out of the question.

"Lee," she mewls his name in a similar fashion she does when he's on top of her. The call of his name, the tone of her voice, trips the memory of their last time together. He shakes his head in disbelief at her attempt to try to persuade him. He won't budge.

"Y/n," he says her name in a firm manner. She becomes so silent on the other end of the phone that he thought she had hung up until he heard her stirring.

"Please?" She asks once again, but she knows her efforts are futile. And while her voice sounds so sweet to him, he doesn't fall for it, telling her once again that they can't meet tonight.

"Besides," he begins, "don't you want to patch things up with your husband before Christmas? If you two don't get it together then his family is going to know what's up right away."

Y/n frowns on the other side of the phone. She clutches it harder and sits up straight. For some reason it felt embarrassing to explain her situation. Never once did Lee feel hung up about complaining about his sister to her, so why was she so nervous to tell him that she's going to be alone for Christmas.

"We're not having dinner," she says plainly. There is no emotion in her voice. She wants to gloss over the subject as much as she can, Lee can feel it.

"Okay...but it's still cold out and they're saying the weather is about to get bad. A true white Christmas," his attempt at a joke was his way of trying to make both her and himself feel better. It didn't feel good to keep shooting her down knowing that she's probably struggling to stay in that house. It wasn't easy for Lee either considering that he's going to be alone for Christmas too. Not a single call from his wife in the last week, nor anything from her mother.

"What's the point of calling me when you're at work just to reject me? Do you even want to be with me?"

Lee had not expected such a heavy question, it stumped him and left him silent. It shouldn't have been as unexpected as it was considering that he's been distant. But, two days, three at most, shouldn't be enough for her to start feeling some doubt.

"Don't ask dumb questions like that."

"Well why don't you want me around?" She whines, now sounding like a petulant child.

Lee pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. His patience begins to slip away and he's very close to just ending the call altogether.

"Stop asking me dumb questions. If I didn't want you I wouldn't put up with you whining like a baby all the damn time."

His words were loud and clear; harsh, but Y/n clung on to Lee's insinuation that he does in fact want to be with her.

That had shut Y/n up and she didn't even think to complain again. " Okay," was all she said to him. Lee felt a sense of relief wash over him as he felt himself gaining control over her again.

"I'll come get you in the morning, but you better have an excuse to cover your ass if that husband of yours starts asking questions."

Y/n nods as if Lee could see her through the phone. He had finally budged.

-

After her phone call with Lee, Y/n had laid on the couch until she fell asleep. What she intended to be an hour, or two long nap, she woke up many hours later to the sound of her husband coming in the door. Not a single word was spoken to her, a now common occurrence. Y/n watched as he trudged from the front door and into the kitchen. She watched him like a hawk, but the truth is that his behavior is unpredictable.

Y/n pushes herself up and it feels like she hasn't moved her limbs for a thousand years. She's exhausted yet pushes through the ache she feels in her body. Her movements aren't any more smoother as she follows the trail her husband just took. She rests against the frame of the entryway and watches him once again. It takes a lot for her to muster up the courage to say something to him.

"Hi."

Her voice is weak and scratchy, an indication that she had just woken up. Lou doesn't respond so she assumes he hadn't heard her. It's embarrassing, despite not having an audience to witness this.

She clears her throat and speaks louder and clearer, "hi, Lou."

This time he had heard her without a problem but he didn't say anything. He doesn't turn around or does anything to acknowledge her presence. It makes her feel small. And she can't help but wonder, was Lee like this with his wife when he was cheating on her? Florence isn't the type to let her husband walk all over her even though she is still docile.

Y/n walks closer to him and stupidly decides to place a hand on his back. Both of them flinch at the physical touch they hadn't experienced with each other in a few months. Lou slightly turns his head and all she can see is his eyes. They're so hard to read at times, but one thing she always notices is the resentment he has for her, something he feels deep inside.

He mutters the first words he has said to her today, "what?"

"How was work?"

Neither of them feel comfortable talking to each other. Lou doesn't care to hear what Y/n has to say or, ironically, doesn't care about what she can do for him.

"It was work."

Lou shrugs her hand off of his back and turns away from her; he was icing her out.

"Oh...okay," Y/n replies lamely, "I-"

Y/n stops herself before she can finish. Her trying is pointless, especially when she doesn't even want to try with this man anymore. She doesn't see a clear out for this marriage, at least one that would end with a good outcome for her. Some day Lou is going to come home with a woman and she will be the one to replace Y/n and he will probably not be as mean to her as he is to Y/n. It wouldn't be much different than Lee replacing Florence with her, but she tells herself their situation is different. Still, things were complicated and it made her think that sometimes Sandy had the right idea by fucking off to a different state.

"Clean up this house," Lou interrupts the silence that had seeped in for a few minutes.

Y/n frowns. That's all he has to say to her?

Their house feels barely lived in with Lou being elsewhere and Y/n being on and off with Lee. Y/n gives Lou the decency not to question where he goes at night (even though she suspects that he's no longer going to his parent's home to "check-in" on his father). She would be lying if she said she cared about what, or who, he's doing. The only thing she wanted was for him not to come home and treat her like this.

'The house wouldn't be messy if you didn't toss your stuff on the furniture just so I can clean it up'

If Y/n would mouth off to him, she would feel vindicated, but she feels muzzled in his presence. He would lash out at her in a heartbeat, possibly taking out all of his anger on her.

Visions of his possible violence is what scares her the most. She notices the clenching of his fist and furrowing of his brow whether he wants her to notice it or not. He's angry and it may boil over some day and spill onto her. The hardest lesson in her life is that there is no rhyme or reason to a man's destruction.

"I-I cleaned up earlier," she keeps her voice clear of any disdain so it doesn't sound like she's talking back.

Lou doesn't turn around, so Y/n is unsure of what he thinks. He stays still until he moves his hand to swipe the glass he left there onto the ground. The sound of glass hitting the ground and eventual shatter made Y/n flinch while her husband was unmoved. She watched the drinking glass that was a part of a set given to them by his older sister break off into a million pieces.

"I told you to clean up the house."

Tears well in her eyes, not in sadness, but frustration. She wanted him to get the hard part over with already, just discard her instead of leaving her in a situation where she was unsure of what the day would be like. He was doing this on purpose.

He walks out of the kitchen, stepping over what he had done, without saying another word. Y/n feels stupid for crying but she can't help herself. She feels helpless knowing she has no choice but to be subjected to this for what may be a long time. Every man in her life was being cruel to her today -- Lou with his anger and Lee acting like he didn't want to be around her. This is the lowest she had felt in months, and holding on to the idea of seeing Lee tomorrow was only a little helpful. To be on the ground and cleaning up the large shards of glass was utterly humiliating. Absent-mindedly, she moves her foot and it comes down a chunk of glass. A sharp pain shoots through her foot which causes her to yelp. Half-a-minute goes by before she registers the piece of glass sticking out of her foot. Her wails of pain didn't draw the attention of her husband. Y/n began to panic as the pain worsened. Seeing the glass sticking out of her foot was jarring, and almost made her sick to her stomach. She clumsily pulled the glass out of her and watched as blood began to seep out and drop onto the linoleum floor.

The sight of her own blood makes her lightheaded, but if she just continues to sit there then she might pass out. She musters up the strength to stand up using the counter as leverage. Her wound is only her second concern as she desperately tries to avoid making the same grave mistake she made just a few seconds ago. She hops onto the counter and grabs one of their nicer dish towels to press against the wound. The white, embroidered fabric begins to turn red as she bleeds into it. She presses hard on her wound to stop the bleeding. Her eyes sting from the burning sensation spreading throughout her body.

She whimpers pathetically before her whole body begins to shake from crying. Worse than the pain from the physical wound was the deep cut of betrayal. Lou hates her, she's sure of it. So, why waste his time being with her? Divorce is not easy nor cheap, and his parents would've told them to keep trying. However, his mother has passed and his father seems likely to go soon too to be with his beloved wife, which means Lou should just get it over with already. She's ready for the hard part because it won't be as painful as this.

-

If Lee could be honest for a second, he was kind of embarrassed to have Y/n come over to his home. He didn't mean to avoid her or make her feel unwanted. He hasn't had the time to really clean up after himself, nor is he used to doing so. Everything that was Florence's job was a struggle. He's not incompetent, but when you come home everyday to the house picked up and dinner ready to be eaten, losing that makes a hard adjustment.

Lee turned off the radio as soon as he got into his cruiser. He isn't in for another three hours, but he's got to go get Y/n before she snaps on him. He doesn't know how she feels about being alone for hours in a home that has the traces of another woman. She said it was fine, that she didn't mind being alone while he works during the day, but without seeing her face he can't tell for sure.

His routine of turning off his headlights when turning down her street makes his cock stir a little bit. It's been a week since he's been inside of her and this morning he was feeling a little bit anxious about getting off of work tonight to do just that.

As he pulls up, a figure on the porch becomes prominent, illuminated by the yellow-ish Christmas lights of the house next door. For a moment there Lee thought it was the last person he wanted to see. If he ever had to confront her husband, which he is not willing to admit he is paranoid about but does think about often, he won't hesitate to make sure he comes out on the other side clean.

But, it's not her husband. It's Y/n herself, waiting patiently for him, a small bag in her lap. The paranoia he felt turned into irritation that wasn't fueled with rage, but with worry. He watched her get up and rush down the steps, the wood creaking with every step yet she walked down them without a care in the world. The door opens and the cold air enters his war car and smacks Lee in the face. He can't believe her sometimes.

"Hi," she says enthusiastically. She doesn't realize Lee is bothered until she gets settled and looks to him only to see a look of disdain on his face instead of his version of happiness. She frowns at him and asks, "what's wrong?"

"Are you stupid?"

"W-What? What did I do," Y/n panicked thinking that she had fucked up some how. She glanced over to the house to make sure Lou wasn't standing in the doorway or something. Seeing that no one was there, she was confused as to why Lee was pissed with her.

"How long have you been sitting out there?"

"Just ten minutes..."

"It's damn near below zero and you're sitting in the cold at 5 am in a shitty jacket. Unless you want to get sick and end up in the hospital, don't do that shit again."

Lee almost sounded like her grandmother. That nagging annoyed her as a child, but her grandma always followed up with, 'I'm always getting on you because I love you!'

"I'm sorry, Lee," she backs down rather quickly, something that shuts him up. Y/n was just too happy to be in his presence. Even if he called her dumb, she feels warm inside with the belief that it was because he loves and cares for her.

The sound of his tires crunching the snow in her driveway was soothing. It hasn't even been five minutes alone with him, yet she's in la la land. She can imagine hearing that crunch every winter morning when he leaves her for the day, and the same when he comes back home to her. She would never say these thoughts out loud in fear of being called delusional by her lover, but all she could do for the last week was imagine a life with him. For years, and much more recently, they have only found solace in his car, but she wants to be home with him.

"I-I got you something," she interrupts the silence once they're two blocks away from her house and his headlights have come back on. Lee doesn't live that far, but there are times where Y/n wished she didn't live in Brewer Heights again just so she could enjoy the longer car ride with Lee.

"Oh yea?"

His annoyance with her had dissipated as soon as she said that. He was curious as to why she got him, and he also had that warm feeling inside.

She rummages through her little tattered bag, One he thought was filled with items for herself but was for him. He glances over to see her pull out an envelope and he catches a peak of what can only be a bag of candy.

"I got you a Christmas card and some Hershey's Kisses. It's not much, and I wasn't sure what to get you," 'but I hope you like it' Y/n continues in her head. She feels slightly embarrassed that she feels like a lovestruck little girl inside. There was once a time where Lee was the scariest man she knew. That time feels like it was decades ago, a time before she was even thought of.

She pushed the card back into its bag, careful not to bend it in anyway. Lee is not a sap, but he's also not hard inside. His affection is shown through physicality. This time it wasn't shown through a harsh grip on the waist or his hand around a pretty neck, but his hand resting on Y/n's thigh. The sun threatens to peak over the houses in his neighborhood. His thumb strokes the fabric of her dress. The heat she feels isn't coming from the vents of his car, but from between her legs.

The cruiser comes to a stop in his driveway. It feels like forever since Y/n has been here. His house was just as plain as hers, save for a reef on the door. It was a surreal reminder that Florence is really gone. She hasn't heard anything from Susie, and Lee doesn't tell her much, so she assumes that Florence is gone and just not coming back. As much as Y/n disliked the woman, she can't help but admire her for being able to leave without thinking twice. Y/n doesn't have the privilege to escape to a loving embrace -- unless you count Lee. The irony of her running into the arms of a man who just had his wife run from them.

"I won't be gone all day," Lee explains as he leads her into the house. He had picked her up in his plainclothes so she assumed he had the day off, but he promised her that it's just a short shift; just tying up some loose ends before he gets to enjoy some time off for Christmas.

Y/n did her best to hide her disappointment. Waiting for him here is better than being at home though. Lou will probably wake up and wonder where she is, but she struggles to see him making an attempt to find her. A part of her is sad that that's her reality, however she knows there isn't much she can do to change it for the time being.

As Lee walks comfortably inside of his home, he expects her to follow along right after him. Y/n stops and stands a few feet within the house though. He turns around to see just how much space is between them now. She looks so stiff, like she had seen a ghost that he hadn't seen.

"What's wrong?" He asks playfully. She knows that tone of voice, the one he uses to get her to lighten up.

She smiles weakly at him. It should be a bit obvious what's "wrong" with her. She feels awkward and uncomfortable being in a house that is so Florence. He had feared that she would react like this, but pointing it out may make her feel worse.

"C'mon Cherry don't just stand there," he motions for her to come to him which she obeys. "You're going to be here by yourself for a while, so you better get comfortable."

'Do you really have to go?'

She kept her mouth shut and sat on the couch instead of begging him to stay. She has a growing fear of coming off as too desperate for him. Deep down she is, but she doesn't want to annoy Lee. If he were to shrug her off because she kept clinging to him she wouldn't be able to process.

Y/n felt herself sink into the couch. She could tell that it was expensive, just another reminder that Florence liked the finer things of life. There was a baby blue knitted blanket thrown on the back for decoration. Every single accent of the room was perfect and seemingly untouched; although it was hard to ignore some loose garments that Lee had discarded once he stepped foot into the house. But that didn't stop their home from being so warm and beautiful. Y/n wonders how could Florence just up and leave a place that has her written all over it.

Lee had left her to go upstairs to get ready for work. She wanted to follow him, but something about it made her feel like an intruder -- a voyeur for even just hearing his footsteps above her head. She compared his footsteps to her husband's. They were heavier than Lou's but not as menacing. She waited for him to come back downstairs with patience, and when Lee had noticed that she hadn't moved an inch since she sat down, he frowned.

"What's gotten into you?"

He asks, now standing in front of her with the uniform she had gotten so used to seeing him in.

"Nothing," she answers quickly.

Lee hums at her answer. She's a terrible liar.

Lee, for some reason, didn't feel like it was appropriate to pry and poke fun at her at the moment. He felt a tinge of guilt for getting mad at her this morning. He had never seen her act like this before, yet he can't quite put his finger on exactly how she is acting. She is not telling him the entire truth, knowing that it would probably set him off in some way.

"Fine," he says with a light tone. She's almost as stubborn as him.

He bends over and kisses her forehead. It was the most affection Y/n had received in a while she felt like she could melt into a puddle. She wanted to grab his collar and pull him on top of her. If she were to initiate sex right now, Lee would definitely stay home. But she doesn't feel brave enough to do so.

"Be good and be safe," his words are almost like a warning, one to which she adheres to.

And just like that, he's gone.

Once he closes the front door she loosens up a little. It is still awkward being in Florence's home, but without Lee being there she feels free to roam around without being caught. She's always had a burning curiosity about how Lee lived. Ever since the days he would come to the bar for her, she wondered what his home life was like.

Knowing what state Lee would leave his cruiser in from time to time, she expected him to be a bit messier. Perhaps he still acted like Florence was around even though he's in this nice house alone. There were some clothes in the living room along with candy wrappers and a McDonalds' cup left on the coffee table. Y/n feels obligated to pick up after him. It doesn't feel like a burden like when she does it for her husband at home. Lee works a lot, and very hard, harder than her husband. She can imagine the praise she'll receive from him when he comes home. The house is perfect. Even if it makes her feel like a little lap dog, she'll graciously assume the role for him.

She begins to move about freely, as if this is her house and she won't be judged for anything she does. She can remember the few times she had been here and all of them were because of Florence. Her entire being is threaded within this place, which makes it harder for Y/n to pretend she doesn't exist. After she picks up some of her lover's mess, her feet carry her around to wander about. It's like touring through a museum of someone's life.

Florence was keen on saving something from every milestone in her and Lee's life, both together and separate. The photos on their wall stare back at Y/n. Their eyes beaming at her as if she's some intruder unwelcomed to be here. Photos of the Bodeckers' wedding and photos of Lee at various stages in his career. Yes, these photos spanned over more than a decade, but Y/n was taken back by how young Lee looked in some of them. By the time she had gotten to him the lines in his face were visibly there. Florence got to have him while he still looked youthful with a babyface; she gotta have him for the majority of his adulthood.

A sense of jealousy rises in Y/n as every photo reminds her of what her place had been in Lee's life for years. She glances at the photos of him with his real family, a family that didn't include her. She could stare at these pictures until they drove her insane. She only stops when she notices him wearing a green flannel and a 'God Loves America' pin. He had come to see her in that very same outfit one night at the bar. She remembers poking fun at the pin and asking him where he got it. He had brushed her teasing off and made her lay down in the back of his cruiser for him. The pin stares back at her just like it did that night. She wonders how many of these photos have a hidden back story of cheating and betrayal. Then she begins to wonder how she would look in these with Lee. She can see herself beaming standing next to him, and Lee smiling wider than he is in these photos with his wife.

Soon it becomes more bearable to be in this house. Y/n feels a sense of relief hit her for no particular reason. She feels a weird sense of appreciation, gratefulness even, for Florence instead of the usual contempt. It's unfortunate that she had to leave her husband in this way, but Y/n is happy that this house is waiting for her to make it a home with Lee.

After walking around for a little more, Y/n decides to go upstairs. She doesn't care for any other room besides the bedroom. It's surprisingly nice and neat -- the only explanation is that Lee hasn't slept in here much. Slippers, women's slippers, rest on the left side of the bed. The room seems to have gone untouched since the day Florence left, almost as if it was a crime scene.

There was a beautiful dresser pressed against the wall. It was covered in mostly Florence's things: jewelry boxes, a few tubes over her favorite shade of lipstick, and perfume bottles. There were virtually no traces of Lee in their bedroom save for a corner in their room signified by his work hats and a jacket. Y/n thinks about how suffocating it must've been for him and believes that lead to him making their relationship all about him. She's curious on how Florence was able to be dominant over her husband in the most subtle ways that were still acceptable to others. Lee was always someone who seemed to be impossible to pushover, but what's glaring at her now is the truth that Lee was just not as steadfast with his wife as he was with her.

She picks up a tube of lipstick, opening it up to find that it had not been used yet. Y/n almost decides against putting it on, trying to take into consideration that Florence may come back home one day and see it’s been used, but she tells herself that that won't happen. As the more fashionable women of society wore nude lipsticks with a little gloss, Florence was a classy woman and stuck to her cherry red lipstick. Y/n wasn't familiar with the brand, but the color was undeniably Florence. She runs the color against her lips carefully yet still she manages to put too much on. Y/n looks like a clown in the shade but she powers through, wiping the excess lipstick off of her teeth and the corners of her mouth before continuing to rummage through the rest of Florence's makeup. She was something akin to a little girl playing in her mother's make-up; fitting because she always did feel like a little girl compared to Florence. She wasn't coordinated enough for eyeliner so she settled for Florence's fancy mascara she often bragged about and globed it on her lashes. She looked worse and worse as she continued, but she looked closer to Florence than ever before. Y/n's identity had always been hazy for her to decipher, but this winter had caused it to slip away completely.

Y/n wants to make Lee happy. She's not sure if Florence ever made him happy, so parroting her may not work out in her favor. But, Y/n wants to do things the right way. There must've been somewhere where Florence made a misstep -- she couldn't have been perfect all the time. She'll learn to make herself look prettier in Florence's make-up, and she can wear her dresses better than her. She can be better.

-

The work day was short but felt too long for Lee. The sun was almost down by the time he left the station, and the snow was beginning to fall. There's no chance of Y/n going back home tonight (even if she wanted that). Lee is a little nervous of what the consequences may be if her husband decided that tonight was the night he gave a fuck about what his wife was doing. He's mulled over it a lot for the past two weeks. He does not like to admit when he doesn't have a plan, but he can't ignore reality. It's not an easy path like Y/n thinks it is. Trying to file for a divorce will be hard for both Y/n and Florence due to them being women. While it is embarrassing, Lee is not completely against divorcing Florence, but he also isn't sure about jumping into a marriage with Y/n soon after it happens. However there is no doubt in his mind that after whatever happens, it will be Y/n in his house and not any other woman.

For the first time in a long time he comes home to lights being on in his house. It makes his chest feel warm. To come home to his house feeling like a home makes a man feel good -- Lee likes being taken care of.

The house is warmed to combat the bitter chill of outside, and Lee can smell something cooking on the stove top. Y/n had really made herself comfortable compared to how he left her. One would think that it was their anniversary the way Y/n had set up the house for him. Cherry vanilla candles were lit, the first time Lee had smelled them in about a year. Florence kept them in the storage part of the house. It gave away that Y/n had snooped around in his stuff. He wasn't upset at the slight invasion of privacy, he probably would've done the same if he was in her shoes.

"Y/n?" He calls her name to make his presence known.

"I'm in the kitchen!" She calls out to him.

There is a stark difference in her tone of voice from earlier to now. She seems cheery and much happier. Lee liked that she had gotten comfortable here alone, but Lee didn’t know to what extent until he saw her. The liveliness of his kitchen is shocking and something he hadn't seen in a few weeks now. Y/n had a pot on the stove going and something in the oven. His pork chops sizzled in the skillet. The smell had made his stomach growl even though he had his lunch three hours ago. This is not what he had expected to come home to, and especially something he didn't expect from Y/n.

"Hi honey," Y/n greets him, taking long strides with heels clicking against the tiles, and places her hands on his face. She pulls his face closer within reach and kisses his cheek.

Lee had quickly noticed the particular shade of red that stains her lips and now his cheek, but it took him a few seconds to recognize the dress she was wearing. It was a dress that Florence had worn two summers ago when they went to Myrtle Beach with her parents. It was ill-fitting on Y/n due to Florence being slightly taller than her.

There was a look of confusion on Lee's face when Y/n pulled away. She furrows her brow, repeating the same confused stare.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

There was something sweetly artificial about Y/n's concern. While they did not look alike, the similarities to Florence in style and demeanor are hard to ignore. She wore heels that must be too painful because she kept wincing every time she walked on her left foot.

"Why are you all dressed up?" He tries to laugh to play off the obvious that Y/n isn't just dressed up but that she's dressed up like his now estranged wife. She's trying to act like her too. It's surreal, scary even.

"Do you like it?" She smiles almost naively.

If Lee were to say no, tears would well in those bright eyes of hers. Her desperation is palpable and almost smothering. She grips his arm tightly as if he's going to shake her off and tell her to get out for being an imposter. She waits for his answers, but she's done the impossible and left the sheriff speechless.

It's not a matter of whether he likes it or not. It's more so about why she felt like this was a necessary thing to do. She doesn't have to audition for him when she already has one foot in the door. Calling Y/n a "replacement" would be crass, and Lee doesn't see her as such. Maybe in her own head she sees herself as someone who is secondary and has to do this. To him it's silly.

"You look really pretty," he answers after the bout of silence, "but you don't have to get dressed up for me."

Y/n nods her head, but Lee isn't sure if she really understands. He is attracted to the floral dresses and bright make-up, but he doesn't like seeing Y/n in Florence's clothes. He'd rather burn all of her stuff and buy Y/n new stuff to wear.

"But I want to do it for you. You work so hard, and things haven't been easy for you lately. I want to make you happy, Lee."

Her arms slip around his neck, prompting Lee to rest his hands on her waist. He buries his face into her neck to take in more of her scent. Of all the things of Florence she put on, she didn't use any of her perfumes. Y/n smelled like herself instead of that tart, floral smell. He could skip dinner, make her take that dress off, and have her make-up smudged within ten minutes. His lips press against her neck just once before he decides against taking anything further. He pulls his face out of her neck and leans in to kiss her forehead. Y/n can't help but feel like a puppy being praised for doing a trick.

"What did you make me?"

The dining room table had been set up for them and Y/n urged him to go take a seat while she finished up their dinner. His favorite beer was already opened and sitting next to his plate. It had been a while since Lee had seen his dining room set up like this. Still on his mind was the burning question of what has gotten into Y/n. Had Lou said something to her that set her off? She was a completely different person from this morning, which Lee felt was a more honest depiction of herself. He'll take the pampering, but wants to leave behind anything that could remind him of Florence and her phony ways; Y/n isn't like that.

Y/n comes into the dining room no less than 10 minutes later, with the main dish in her hands.

"I hope you don't mind that I cooked the pork chops you had sitting in the freezer. I didn’t want them to go bad."

Of course he wouldn't mind when he laid his eyes upon the glazed meat. He wasn't eating home cooked meal these days. He often settled for McDonalds and some diner food. His lack of cooking over the years had made it easy for him to burn noodles in a pot. It was embarrassing to not be able to take care of himself — the prospect of Y/n swooping in to do so was promising.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Eventually she had his dinner laid out in front of him; glazed pork chops paired with mashed potatoes and roasted green beans. If he's being honest, there isn't anything particularly spectacular by the meal Y/n laid out in front of him beside the high quality meat he bought yet hadn't had time to cook. The mashed potatoes were made from old potatoes that probably should have been thrown out, and the green beans looked like they were more on the crispy side.

"Sorry if it's not perfect," she notes when she catches him staring at the side dishes for longer than usual, "I haven't been cooking much lately so I'm a little rusty."

"No, no, it's okay baby. Just sit down and eat with me," his words placate her and she gladly takes the seat across from him.

Y/n feels giddy sitting across from her lover. This is what she had wanted all those years ago but was afraid to admit. They didn't have to hide — he could come home to her and enjoy an evening talking to her. She had asked him questions about work, even prying a little bit about what he was working on. That level of curiosity about his work was foreign to him coming from a lover. Y/n probably doesn't care, but she just wants to hear him talk. The night was about him and making him happy. But, Lee gets tired of talking about himself for so long. He's a selfish person, but his insecurities come out when he's with someone he's intimate with and talking about himself for an extended period of time isn't his favorite thing in the world.

"What did you do today, Cherry? Did you have fun when you were alone?"

Lee didn't think the question was malicious in any way although the two of them both knew what she had been doing all day. But, Y/n's reaction made him think he fucked up somehow. She grew real quiet and put her fork down. Her eyes darted away from him and down to the edge of the table.

"What?"

"I think you should stop calling me that, Lee."

For a second he thought she was just joking, which is why he let out a laugh, but then she looked up at him. She was serious.

"I can't call you Cherry? Even when you're so sweet to me?" He reaches his hand across the table and takes her chin between his fingers. As much as he tries to play it off, he is dumbfounded, and slightly offended. The pet name was cute and special to him. However, to Y/n it was too attached to her past for her liking.

"It doesn't seem appropriate to call me that anymore, Lee. You used to call me that when...when I was a different girl," she responds sheepishly.

Her explanation sounds ridiculous to him. Did she think that he only called her because he thought she was a whore? He only used to call her that because it would leave her flustered the first few times he called her that, and then the name stuck. Nothing about it had been salacious to him, only when he would moan it as he fucked her.

"But it's a pretty name for a very pretty girl."

Lee's thumb swipes against her bottom lip, stickied with the sweet glaze she had made special just for him. He tries but it's so hard to pull his eyes away from her pretty lips. He was starting to ache for her again and he's not sure how long he'll be able to last without doing something about it.

"I don't want you to see me as unworthy," she whispers, "I want to be good for you. I don't have anyone else Lee, and neither do you."

It was a hard reality to accept. The last time he had spoken to Florence she was talking like she didn't want to come back. Thinking about going through a divorce complicates and muddies things, but it won't be the end of the world. Of course there is the problem of getting Y/n out of her marriage too, which will be more difficult for her than him to do.

"You need to be patient Y/n," Lee reminds her in reference to the urgency in her voice and actions of the last week. "You know me, you know I always have a plan to get you out of trouble."

"Yeah, cus' you always cause my trouble," she jokes but there is truth to it.

Y/n wants nothing more than to trust Lee, but she has the sinking feeling that she won't come out of this unscathed. It's easy to polish herself up to look pretty and new again, but deep down she's scared. She begins to feel uneasy in Florence's clothes, as if she's wearing someone else’s skin. It's not her and Lee was right to question her earlier. Yet it feels so good to pretend that everything is alright, even if it's just for a night. She doesn't let her smile falter even though it's hard not to frown at the more than likely upheaval of her life. She wants all this shit to be worth it.

"I'm not hungry anymore, Lee."

"I still am. Dessert always follows dinner, right?"

"I didn't make anything else," she says shyly, understanding what he's getting at, but becoming bashful. He takes a piece of her hair between his finger and coils it.

"Now you want to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. As if you weren't begging me to fuck the shit out of you yesterday."

"Lee! Don't talk like that," her eyes darted away from him.

"Like what? How am I talkin', Cherry?"

No matter how much she protests, Lee's not gonna change how he talks to her. It's fun and that is how he decided to talk to her.

She repeats his words back to him shyly, acting as if she hasn’t said things more lascivious to him before. Lee is the only man she has ever talked with like this; not any other man from the bar and certainly not her husband. She felt like she was giving him the privilege to have her and all of her completely, but in reality it is something he decided was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. This is the closest thing to love Y/n has felt and experienced, no matter how fucked up it may seem to those who aren’t her. She isn’t a woman like Florence, Susie, or their friends in the town and she may never be.

"You’ve taken good care of me tonight," Lee coos as he plays with her. "There's something else that I really want from you."

-

Lee reclines in the chair, spreading his legs for her to place herself perfectly between them. She unzips his pants and tugs at them to get them down. His bulge is staring back at her, straining to become free.

"See how hard you got me? Getting all dolled up for me like that..."

Lee places a hand on her cheek and runs his thumb over her warm skin. Y/n is avoiding all eye contact with him as she becomes a little sheepish under his gaze. She shouldn’t be so shy, she has done this countless times before, but today she can't help but feel a little more demure than normal. This isn't like one of their trips they have to take in the dark to hide themselves from consequences. No, Y/n is in his house, lights turned on, and so intimate that anyone without context would think they are indeed husband and wife.

She doesn't want to seem eager, because it isn't particularly ladylike, but she wants his big cock in her mouth so bad. When his cock finally springs free, the tip knocks against her jaw making her gasp. The tip leaks precum from their unofficial form of foreplay earlier at the dinner table. He's throbbing and red, cock angry from the few days of neglect it has received. Y/n's mouth salivates for him more than it did for the dinner she cooked earlier. Lee's comments from earlier implied that he would be the one to have "dessert", yet here she is receiving such a sweet treat.

Taking him in her hand, she earns a sturdy groan from her lover. His size was always so intimidating, but she was able to take him. She gives him a light squeeze just to see what reaction she can get out of him. Lee does not like to be teased so she doesn’t do it for long. Instead she immediately placed the tip of his cock against her tongue. Lee sighs in content, enjoying her warm mouth treating him to something special.

"Look at me while you suck me off baby...yea, good girl...let me see those pretty eyes."

There was something so hypnotic about the look in her eyes; something between innocent and coquettish. Lee is too prideful to admit that he's whipped. It's not really a noble story of him and his second wife -- meeting at a tawdry bar, cheating on his wife, and then crossing paths with Y/n later down the line only to end up doing the same things they used to do together.

Y/n keeps her eyes glued to him, watching to catch the moment the corners of his mouth might curl up. His furrowed brow and the sweat on his forehead makes her feel proud of herself. He tries so hard to contain himself when he's being pleasured, but it's easy for him to fall apart at the seams when Y/n's warm tongue is pressing against the underside of his length. She engulfs him almost completely with a small gag as he hits the back of her throat. A part of him still wishes he could be inside of her, but her mouth is almost as good.

"Just like that," his hand comes to rest on the back of her head, forcing his length further down her throat. The amount of pre-cum that leaked from him paired with her saliva made things sloppy. Lee had to stop himself from cumming prematurely a handful of times, but it was just so hard to hear those noises and remain in one piece. The wetness fell into globs on his exposed thighs. Her fingernails, whether purposefully or not, rake against his skin. "God baby," he whines pathetically. A tear threatens to slip from his eyes and Lee can't believe himself. He feels submissive to her tongue lathing him over and over. She barely comes up for air, determined to make him cum all over her tongue.

His hips stutter, thrusting sporadically into her mouth, and for the first time in days the tears that rain from her eyes are from something other than sadness. He fucks up into her mouth as if she's a cheap whore, but his hold on her is loving in Y/n's eyes.

Y/n swiftly pulls herself off of his cock. He swears and his eyes shoot open with anger. She wraps her hand around him and begins to pump him furiously before he can get mad at her. He missed the warmth of her mouth, but the rapid pace of her hand renders him useless -- delirious even.

"Shit-"

"Are you gonna cum, Lee?" Her voice is so soft yet haunting. He looks down at her through half-lidded eyes as she stares at him with nothing but lustful intent in them.

His last words before he erupts is a whisper of her name. Y/n gasps right when the first shot of his release hits her cheek, involuntarily letting go of his cock. Lee grabs onto himself and jerks the rest of his cum out of his cock. Another rope of cum lands on her nose before Y/n opens her mouth to take in whatever he has left for her. A few drops on her tongue and lips, and Lee has nothing else to give her.

"Shit," he says in disbelief at how good that felt. "Shit," he says this time, completely content. He feels drained, in more ways than one, and what he knows for sure is that he's not leaving the house again tonight.

"Here," he hands her a tissue from the box on the table next to them. She takes it and starts cleaning off her face. He watches the makeup on her face smear into the cum on her face as she attempts to wipe it away. She had made a big fuss about being addressed properly and not by her "whore" name, but he thinks 'Cherry' is the most fitting name for a sweet girl like Y/n.

Y/n felt like she needed to shower. Her skin was sweaty as if they had messed around and done more than what they actually did. She was exhausted and wanted to feel like herself again. It was like she was having a post-orgasm come down with Lee; acquiring some sense of the blues now that he isn't in her mouth anymore. She began to realize that the dress on her body was foreign to her, so was the hair and now ruined makeup. She was stupid to think that looking like this would make her seem more alluring to Lee when he didn't treat her any different.

She was unsure what was going on in Lee's head though. He didn't have much of a readable expression on his face, but he did look utterly worn out. Her throat was burning to speak, but she didn't want to seem hasty or overstep. However, she's not ready to go.

"Lee?"

He doesn't say anything, just looks up at her with knowing eyes. He meant it when he told himself he's not leaving the house for the rest of the day. Whatever consequences anyone dares to try to instill on him want to stand up to a man who has institutional power backing him. He has nothing to worry about.

"I have a shirt you can wear to bed. You probably don't mind going to sleep without your ass being covered."

Y/n was stunned that he offered this without her having to ask. She didn't want to have to humiliate herself again and beg him to let her stay. She knows that this is what Lee wants too.

She went to bed without showering, but told herself she'll take one in the morning and try to convince Lee to join her. She was so happy she could cry. The everyday things that Florence, Susie, and their friends called monotonous -- cooking for their husbands and giving them a "treat" after dinner -- almost moved her to tears. She can hear their voices swirling in her head mixed in with the voice of her grandmother. Y/n isn't going to be like one of those women who get tired of their husband, she believes it. Lee is not perfect, but he's the person she deserves.

Y/n wonders what's going through his head. He's been quiet since he told her she could stay. Matter of fact, he was as vocal as usual when she was pleasing him. She knows that he has something going on in that head of his, but she doesn't want to pry. It's not like Lee would tell her anyway seeing that he's never been the person to be fully honest with her. She won't worry about that for tonight though; she has what she wants. He ascends up the stairs before she could, but she is quickly behind him. She changes out of Florence's clothes and into the white shirt Lee gave her which is much more fitting despite it hanging off of her body like a white sheet.

She's the first one in bed, making herself feel like she's at home. He joins her, stretching his arms and yawning before relaxing into the bed. Nothing has felt as comfortable in life than being in this bed together. Lee presses his front to Y/n's back and his arm engulfs her completely. She is grateful he can't see her face because the smile on her face probably makes her look goofy.

Staring back at her on the nightstand is a photo of Lee and Florence on their wedding day. She hadn't noticed it earlier, but she saw it the moment she laid her head on the pillow. Florence must've stared at that photo every single night until she fell asleep. Seeds of apathy for this woman were beginning to set inside of her. She waited until she heard Lee's soft snores in her ears before she carefully reached over and flipped the photo so it was facing down and no longer at her. She'll never see that face again.

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[misguidedasgardian]

Lee (part 1)

Lee & Cherry Pie

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You only walked into the precinct because someone stole your phone, you never thought you were going to come out of it with more than you asked for 

Warnings: Age gap (reader is middle 20’s and Lee is 40), mentions of crimes, kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, etc (AU related), misogynistic tendencies, very severe father figure (and the treats that come with it), shy reader, male masturbation in a public space, Lee is very horny and frustrated, DUB-CON power imbalance and almost coercion, smut, p in v, car sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy) might forget some awrnings

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.8k

Notes:I tried to search for the Sheriff’s duties and everything, and I haven’t been able to understand it, but I did what I could haha, I hope you all like this! 

Lee was reading carefully the paperwork displayed all over his wooden desk, he couldn’t the amount of paperwork and office duty he had

Being the captain of the entire district was tiring, even if it belonged to a small, suburban district right outside of New York. He had to supervise everything that was going on in his precinct. 

But the thing is that the crimes and trouble in his little town wouldn’t even be worth the gigantic amount of paperwork, it was a boring ass town

The kind of boring that could just waste your life away

Yes he had the chance to keep his dick wet, with young women he was probably never going to see again, but this tiring routine was eating him alive

His friends were right

Fucking drunk girls that got detained, or even druggadicts, sex workers or scorts and other characters wasn´t working for him anymore, it wasn’t satisfactory. Well he did enjoyed it, seeing their watery eyes when they realized they would have to please him so they will stay out of trouble, having total control over them, that riled him up, make him feel so fucking powerful, but it was a sensation so short lived, he wanted something more… something more permanent 

With a long sigh he got up from his chair, grabbing a file, Sunshine’s file. Ari’s wife file, well, she wasn’t his wife, but, you get his meaning. At least he had someone

He walked amongst the men at the precinct, his detectives, his officials, even walked by the desk of his Lieutenant and his Sargent, to stop in a lonely, small desk. One of his youngest detectives, a feisty little thing, was entertained in paperwork, her head sinking in another file, smaller, finishing the details before handing it to his captain. He slammed the file on it making her jump with a cute little squeal. 

“Sorry Sheriff” she apologized immediately, trying to stand from his chair but he stopped her. 

“I got a New case for you” he said meekly, “I stole it right from your Captain’s desk, a missing person, a young woman” he eyes shined with determination and Lee had to stop himself from smiling

“I got it Sheriff I won’t let you down” she said with a practiced stern voice

“I know you won’t” he winked at her and left. Finally smirking. He knew she was never going to be able to solve it, she was the rookiest, newest, member of the precinct. It was the easiest way to level Sunshine’s case as a cold one. 

Is not that rookie was bad, she was a good cop, a good detective, in a way, she was enthusiastic and active in duty like a golden retriever pup, she was getting sharper case by case, and she was incredibly smart, yet… she had much to learn

Life was full of little disappointments, so the case he just throw in her desk was going to be the first 

He sometimes got so enthralled in police work he forgets what his true work was, but something he never forgot… was how close the elections were coming up. And he was hanging by a thread

He was an active member of the community, yes, but he was lacking something very important when it came to family values, an important element if he wanted to truly become that beacon of family protection and become so trustworthy like some sort of superhero

The problem was that he was lacking in the family values department because he didn’t have a family… Not even a wife, and reaching the dreaded 40 last year was taking a toll on his credibility. Would you trust the safety of your families and wifes to a man that didn’t have any of his own? That's how he saw it

And his runner up, his opponent in the upcoming elections, represented everything he was lacking. He was a family man, he had a beautiful wife, one of those that appeared to come out of some sort of Ideal Home magazine, and an accomplished daughter who just came out first of his class in college, studying business management or something like that, he didn’t know. He never saw the little brat, but what he had heard is that she was the epitome of perfection, perfect school record, perfect college career, and now she was taking a “time out” to help her own community, of course, campaigning alongside her father.

Wasn't he, the man himself, saved a little kid from a building on flames? probably, the man was some sort of superman. Impeccable police career, and a beacon of hope in your little town, and he appeased voting parts of the population he wished he could. 

Yes he was going to fucking loose the elections 

And he could not allow that to happen to him, not if he wanted to keep his and his friends way of life as peaceful as it was

Your small community was still recovering from that disappearing spree of young and beautiful girls. Luckily for Lee, his time of cleaning up his friend’s messes was nearly over, only Barber finally got his girl, implying she fled her charges on that bullshit case, and Kemp had expanded his hunting ground to the big City itself, so it wasn’t his problem anymore. Besides he managed to pin a couple of missing girls into a deluded bastard that wanted to lay low in MiddleTown, some sicko that even if he said he didn’t do it and had weak alibis, he went down for Kemp’s crimes so he was in the clear and the town was “safe”. Robert Pronge was in the prison of maximum security and couldn’t hurt any more girls. 

Now Sunshine´s still open case was turning to be a pain in his ass 

But his golden retriever was handing it right now, the case was going to be dead in a couple of weeks 

And then his head was wondering again, when will he find the one for him? Ari was so happy with his Sunshine he could barely speak before he interrupted himself with a dumb lovestruck look on his face, and Andy, so excited, like a kid on Christmas, finally had his pet, his kitten, trying all those depraved things on her, trying to break he in was all he could talk about. And Steve? Well, Steve was Steve, he had a more fleeting kind of satisfaction, but he still let out soe steam with all his girls. 

And then… just like that, his gaze fell on one of his deputy’s desk, where you were standing, playing with your fingers nervously

“I’m sorry” you muttered, looking down and not being able to look the authority in the eyes, “I’m sure you have more important things to do than this, but, mmm, I got mugged and they stole my phone…” Lee listened attentively, exasperated of the way you couldn’t even look his man in the eyes

“I understand Miss,” he looked at you then, from your head to toe, and what he saw made his slacks feel tighter. You were the epitome of an old school good girl, you were wearing a long summer dress, leather shoes, and a thin wool vest over it, your hair was arranged out of your face, oh and what a face was that! those doe eyes, full lips he realized he wanted to kiss, and that idiot Colin wasn’t oblivious of how beautiful you were 

“Can you please tell where you got mugged?” The young policeman smiled at you, a smile that made young girls swoon, and he saw the way you flustered, clearly liking the interaction with him.

“Shea,” his voice came out louder than he planned, and you jumped in your spot like a little scared deer, “I can take over this,” your eyes opening widely told him you knew exactly who he was and how couldn’t you? His unmistakable uniform and his imposing form. Lee’s chest inflated like his ego when he realized it

 “I'm sure you got more important things to deal with boss” the idiot had the nerve to answer

“Don’t you think this is important?” he asked, his Sheriff voice in display, lookin at his subordinate, “we might have the beginnings of violent robber” he said firmly, “Who is targeting young girls” you got lost between both imposing men, both terribly handsome, and you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your fingers. Something in your head told you you should come down to the station, and now you´re realizing why. You should listen to your instincts more often

You saw both man discussing back and forth, their voices turned into background noise, until the sheriff himself looked at you directly

“Come to my office miss” he indicated, signaling at you with his thick arm, you had no choice but to follow him, to his pleasure. You didn’t see the wicked smile he draw when he turned, being followed by you and into his office, the only one in this whole precinct which had privacy

“I wasn’t going to do this, but I need it for the insurance, I really need to get a new phone…” You explained nervously when you took a seat on the other side of his desk. Lee smiled then

“Of course sweetie pie” he said warmly, “I’ll help you right out, but since it was a mugging I need you to take your statement“, you could hear him clearly talking in your direction, and his eyes on you felt like lava running down your shoulders, so you muster the strength to meet his eyes and what you saw made you gasp. His steel blue eyes, his wicked smile, his clear interest in you, it was too much

“Oh well, it happened in the square” you explained, “I just had my phone on my had and someone just ran by and grabbed it right from my hands” the entire frase was just spelled out of you in a single breath

“Don’t be nervous, sweet girl” you gasped at the second pet name he slipped past his full lips, and you wondered if that was appropriate, but he was the sheriff! so it must be ok, right? he was supposed to protect you, no hard could come to you in his company

“Oh, I’m sorry” you managed to get out, the more you struggled to speak, the more nervous you got. If you only knew what this was doing to Lee, who watched you as a hawk, wishing he could bend your trembling form over the desk and have his way with you 

Slowly you explained what happened as he pretended to take notes of what happened to you and lastly, you got what you needed, a notice from the police for the insurance company and the Sheriff send you on your way

As soon as he saw your figure walking away from him something twitched inside of him, but now he had all your data, your name and address so that gave him a hope of seeing you again. If he decided to make you his, could he pull it off? take you away from the town and lock you up like Ari did, and like Andy was doing? would he be able to? he doubted it, he was the fucking sheriff and he needed to have a public life but, how was he going to manage to conquer you? make you truly his?

Once can only wonder

He bitterly remembered he had an event to go to, something on the local church about gathering supplies for poor people or something, anyways, he had to make an appearance 

And he would thank his timing for the rest of his life

Lee saw you walked towards the bus stop, so, with a wide grin, he stopped you with his thick, authoritative voice

“Where are you going, sweet thing?” you stopped in your tracks and turned slowly

“To the church” you mumbled, your index fingers intertwined with each other

“I'll take you” he said firmly, and you tremble in your spot

“That is not necessary Sir” you said quickly, wanting to put some distance between you and the man that made your knees shake uncontrollably. And in one second, he took a chance, he tried something…

“Get in the car Sweety pie” he commanded you, he ordered you, and in front of that authority you caved

“Yes Sir” you responded, and you walked towards the open door he was holding for you. And in that moment he thought fleetingly you will definitely be able to see the huge tent he had on his slacks. Oh so you reacted to command and authority? That's interesting. Well, he was the sheriff. 

Was he pushing his luck? He saw you all shaky and scared of being alone with him, it only made his pants feel tighter, so in an unconscious but very planned manner, he placed his big hands in your trembling knee, making you jump but not daring to refuse him

“Relax sweetie pie he murmured happily, “I also have to go to the church”

“Thank you for the ride” you said coyly, the place where he held his hand was burning your skin, a warmth unrecognized by you, but it also felt nice and you almost slapped your own face because of it. You should not feel this way, specially by the presence of him

The town was small and so was the ride, sooner after than later you were in front of the church and you almost jumped out of the vehicle muttering a very quick “thank you sheriff” and ran inside 

He growled when he saw you disappear like a scared rabbit, his hand still tingling and with the feeling of your warm skin under it. And right then he decided it was son going to be your trembling pussy under his hand and not just your thigh

He entered the church at the same the very man that cursed his thoughts was finishing what was had been probably a eye opening pep talk, a speech to the people gathered to help the church gather clothing and food for homeless people, or something like that

Lee didn’t really gave a fuck, but he needed to show up nonetheless

The “man of the hour” saw him and with what Lee would described as a shit-eating grin, he walked towards him, greeting him with a  handshake

“So good you finally showed up” he said, louder that he should but he got what he wanted when everyone around him turn to look at the exchange of the two runner up for the position of sheriff

“Sorry I’m late” Lee said, matching the voice of his opponent, “I had things to take care of in the precinct, you know, protecting the people of our town” 

“Of course sheriff” oh he really hated this bastard, “You look tired, perhaps it’s time to take some long vacations.” He suggested. Lee was aware of how much people were looking at them right now, so it was passive aggressive at this point. 

“You know what they say about sharks” he snarked, “When they stop swimming they sink, that’s how is like to be a sheriff” he said, putting his hands on his belt

“Yes, sure” his opponent looked tired of him already 

“Dad?” and then the sound of your timid voice and you appeared in front of them both like a vision. 

You were the daughter of his runner up. He looked at you like he had seen a ghost, while his contender grabbed you by your shoulders, squeezing until you whined

“This is my daughter and pride” he presented, telling him your name

“Yes we’ve met” he mumbled, and your father looked at you like he wanted to kill you, you only everted your gaze, clearly wanting to escape this situation 

“A picture for the local newspaper!” an eager photographer shouted, and your father grabbed Lee by his shoulder, both smiling falsely

“Don’t go near my daughter again Bodecker” he whispered between his teeth, and he didn’t even stopped smiling

He didn’t respond to him, nor he made any promises because if something he was sure of… is that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind… how sweet and innocent you were, how naive, hell he bet you were a sweet virgin, the daughter of his rival, the sole thought made his cock get so hard it hurt.

As soon as he got inside his car after the church event he took himself out, massaging his fat cock hungrily, picturing you on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours and your sweet mouth wide open, and those dirty thoughts where what push him over the edge embarrassingly quickly 

Like hell he was going to stay away from you, he was going to have you. He looked out the window of his cruiser towards the church, everyone, or at least most of the contributors had left. But what he saw made his blood boil. He saw your form leaving the church, his father following closely behind. You seemed to be arguing, or rather, he was yelling at you but he couldn’t figure out what you were saying

He jumped out of his car with great difficulty

“What were you doing with that man?” he heard your father asked 

“He only gave me a ride dad” you responded, “I told you I needed to go to the station because my phone got stolen” he grabbed you roughly by the arm and shoved you. And that’s whe he came into the picture

“Hey, is everything ok?” he asked then. Your father looked incredibly annoyed and surprised to see him there. Outraged would be the exact words

“This is not any of your business” he barked. He looked at you but you didn’t look at him back, you seemed embarrassed 

“Go back to the car” he barked, and you, like a little lamb, obeyed. When you were out of earshot, the candidate leaned into Lee

“Stay away from my daughter Bodecker!” The man just laughed, looking at the man in front of you

“What do you mean?” he asked

“She is too young for you and I’m not letting my daughter waste her life, with the likes of you!” 

“Withdraw from the race” Lee demanded, “Or I’m going to fuck your daughter, and I´m going to knock her up” 

And that’s how Lee managed to get punched in the face by his runner up

He growled like an animal while he put on his hat over his head, because now he was just leaving a man hunt, created and directed by the pup herself, to find Sunshine. He wanted to punch himself in the fucking face. He gets distracted one second, one single second worried about his own happiness and everything went to hell.

He also knew this was a waste of time because he knew for a fact that sunshine had ever been in the forest, but still, the pu was wasting resources and everything but at least it still looked like a missing person case and not a murder/kidapping. But as he knew, nething came up, he just lost four hours trekking on the forest for nothing, only for appearances  

Middle town was surrounded by forest and rivers, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to get lost. So it wasn’t such a bad idea, he almost wanted to smile at her detective innocence, pull and drive. This feminism or whatever, a woman looking for another woman, it was almost personal

He sighed loudly, both hands on the wheel as he drove away from the edge of the forest, that’s when… he saw you again. Walking shakily towards the same direction he gathered, you were also going to help the search

He stopped the car alongside you, getting all your attention, hell you were so jumpy

“Hello Lee, what are you doing here? ” you asked, couldn’t hide the trembling in your voice

“I’m sorry, miss, but I’m a sheriff and you will treat me with respect” he growled, making you shiver, and mortified, you mumbled an apology

“Sorry Sir” you mumbled, avoiding his darkening look, “Sheriff Sir” 

“That’s more like it” he said, pleased, “and ” he said with that southern brawl, sometimes you wondered how he got up here, in a New York borough. You might be shy, and borderline innocent, but you knew this was a very strange coincidence, but the probability that the sheriff was following you? even more unlikely 

“Let me take you home sweety pie” it was getting late and he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. 

“That is not necessary” you said hastily, I bet you had a lot of things to do, m-more important things,” 

“Are you refusing me, little girl?” he asked with a serious face, “It’s late, and we are in the middle of nowhere, get in the car” and like the obedient little thing you were, you did. He was also motivated by anger, because his cheek still burned with your father’s fist

But he was not going to take you home

No when you explained with a shaky voice that you had a big fight with your dad, in which he told you he was embarrassed by you 

“He says that you are a bad man” you whispered, teary eyed and whimpering mess, “But I know you aren’t, and I’m sick of him pressuring me to help him, he is so mean…” you trembled when you felt his hand on your cheek 

Oh he was not going to take you to your home, now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go

“Lee I’m not sure this is ok” you mumbled, as you noticed he had stopped the car in a wasteland, in the middle of nowhere, and also, it was already dark, so you couldn’t see anything. 

“It is sweetie pie” he whispered, looking at you. There was so little light and still you could clearly see his ice blue eyes looking at you. They were so beautiful and intense, you wanted to tell him all your secrets, “You enjoyed being with me, right? Is that why your father is so upset?” you played with your fingers as you used to when you were nervous 

“Yes” you muttered, “He says you are a bad man”

“And what do you think?” he asked then, he seemed entertained by you

“I think you are good” you muttered, “I don’t know…” the tip of his fingers found your flustered face, brushing away hairs from your face 

He knew this was wrong, the first time with you should be in a bed covered in rose petals, and candles all around you and everything, but no. The urge was real, he had you here, now, this time was now. 

“I’m good” he tasted the words inside his mouth

“What are we doing here, Lee?” you asked then

“Well, I wanted some alone time with you, away from prying eyes” he said back 

“Oh” you didn’t know what to say, what to think

“I want to get to know you better” he continued

“Is it because I’m my father’s daughter?” you asked boldly

“No sweety, since the first time I saw you I liked you” he perched, again, his hand on your thigh, this time squeezing lightly, feeling your unease

“I liked you too” you whispered, and you heard the soft chuckled he let out. When you looked up at him you felt this electric current between you, like something else was going to happen, you knew it, he knew it, and that is why when he leaned into you, you also leaned in, closing the distance between the both of you. His mouth closed on yours hungrily wanting to devour you whole and immediately you felt overwhelmed by him, clearly he had more experienced than you

You briefly felt like a fish that had been hooked

He grabbed you by your thigh, making you sit on his lap.The space was close between your body and the wheel, so he pulled a lever on the side of the seat and made it back as much as possible. You whined into his mouth, almost moaning. Your hands caressed the back of his head. While his sneaked under your dress you wore for the sunny day 

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he asked against your mouth, and you whimpered.

“I don’t know…” 

“You said you liked me, didn’t you?” he asked then between small kisses

“I… had never…” he shushed you 

“It’s ok, sweet girl” he purred, and devoured you again, and you let him, scared of saying no, scared of being alone in the middle of nowhere with him, and specially, you really wanted to know what it was like to be with a man, and somehow you felt safe with him

Oh you were wrong, but that wasn’t important at the moment 

Since his hand found your soft skin under the dress cressing your thighs and butt. You had boyfriends before which had touched you like that but you always stopped them. But now, you were not going to. His fingers raveled the hem of your panties wanting to get under them, you squirmed, uncomfortable, but you didn’t move further

“I’m going to pop your cherry” he said victoriously, “my cherry pie” you whimpered gain, not knowing what to said and not knowing how to stop him even if you wanted to

“I’m scared” you protested, but he shook your fears away

“I will make you feel so good” he said back

“But my father…”

“He’ll never know, I promise” there was this sexy thing about fucking the enemy, and your father had you so done with all his campaign you alost waned to uined it, subconsciusly of course. In a single but gentle movement he ripped your underwear, burning your skin. You felt butterflies in your pussy and suddenly you felt more scared when his fingers trying to sneak between your slippery folds

“You are wet sweetheart” he said, mocking you gently

“I know, I’m sorry” you cried, and he chuckled darkly

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he purred. “Feel this wet little pussy, she is whipping for me, god I think I love you” 

“Don’t say that” 

“What? I love you?” he asked then

“You don’t mean it” you accused

“I do, I’ll prove it, If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be doing this… right? I wouldn't want to be here with you, alone” his hands fidgeted with the hem of his pants, opening his belt and then his fly, releasing himself. It was dark and you couldn’t quite see it, but you knew he was big

“I want to eat you out, and I want you to blow me, but not now, later” he promised, and the thought of repeating this with him made your stomach tingle, you wanted this. It felt forbidden but because of it it felt so good

When the tip of his cock started opening you up you whimpered, it was painful and you felt like he was burning you, but he didn’t stop, and you had little to no strength to control how to go down on him, so your knee slipped from the door, making you impale yourself into him, making you cry bloody murder, grabbing his shoulders wanting to rip the fabric apart.Lee wouldn’t hear any of it, and managed to make you still so he could spear off and then again into your body, making you cry harder 

“I’m sorry” you whimpered, tryin by all means to stop the tears falling but there was no use, the sharp pain was triggering them, “I’ve never done this before,” Lee only smiled as he snapped his hips harder into you, making you whimper and release more bitter tears 

“Oh I know,” Lee purred, his fat cock spearing into you making you cry out

“Sir” you called, slapping his shoulder repeatedly, but he didn’t relent, “Sir, please” you muttered

“What?” he grunted, his face still on your neck 

“I… you are not using a condom” you whispered into his ear, your arms around his neck

“Fuck I know, this is just some sweet pussy” he grunted, “How the fuck I’m I suppose to fuck you with a fucking rubber uh?” 

“But, I… uh!” you whined consecutively, overwhelmed by the feeling, the pain, but also the pleasure, where making your head spin

“Relax cherry pie” he purred, caressing your face, brushing hairs out of your sweaty face, “Everything is going to be ok” you just nodded, your eyes turning to the back of your head when the tip of his cock caressed a special spot inside of you.

“Lee” you moaned his name as you reached your climax, and he only smiled, lookin at your beautiful fuck out face, grabbing your hips to make sure you couldn’t scape him when he shot all his load deep inside you 

Notes: ANDDDDD this is something new for me, it's really frustrating to write a shy reader so I have to ut a lot of Lee in there.

ANDDDDD I also gave you a sneak peak into Stephen's reader... the puppy

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