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lunarbuck · 7 months

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Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding

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Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

WC: 917

Prompt: Thigh riding

Warnings: swearing, thigh riding, heavy petting, pet names [sweetheart]

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The front door slams shut, and you jump at the sound, the wooden spoon in your hand clattering against the counter. You quickly pick it back up, stirring the soup you've spent all day making. Lee thunders into the kitchen, heavy footsteps dragging slightly against the tile floor.

You throw a glance over your shoulder, finding your Sheriff boyfriend settling in at the dinner table. He shrugs off his jacket and places his hat on the table, running a hand over his hair.

"How was your day, sweetie?" You ask, turning off the stove. Just from the way he walked in, you know it probably wasn't great, but if that's the case, he'll need to get it off his chest. It's better to ask and hear about it than for him to keep it all bottled up.

"This reelection shit is really getting on my nerves," he grumbles. "And Sandy…" You don't have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes at the thought of his sister. "I don't even want to think about all the problems she's causin' me right now." You nod along with his words, serving up the soup into two bowls and grabbing Lee a beer from the fridge.

Your skirt swishes around your knees as you move around the kitchen. Lee likes it when you wear skirts, but honestly, you really like it too. You like the way they move, the way they hug your figure and smooth out the parts you don't love so much. As you set the table, you can feel Lee's eyes follow you around.

"Well, you're a shoo-in for the election, hun. No one pays Sandy any mind." Lee mumbles under his breath, probably disagreeing with you, but you don't bother to hear it. Lee's a stubborn man, and you know when to pick your battles.

"Smells good," he says, watching you place a bowl of soup in front of him. He leans down and breathes in the aromatic steam, a pleasant smile spreading across his face. You move to step away, but his hand grasps your waist. "You're always takin' such good care of me, sweetheart."

"Well, you're out there keeping me safe, taking care of everyone else," you reply, resting your hand on his shoulder. "It's the least I can do." Lee tugs you down to sit on his lap, and you wrap your arms around him. He's always liked holding you at the end of a long day. Knowing that you're safe and sound relaxes him.

You lean your head on Lee's shoulder as he tastes the soup. He moans his approval, digging in for more. You hadn't always imagined this life for yourself. Stay-at-home-girlfriend wasn't what you'd originally planned to be, but truthfully, you enjoy it. You know you want to go back to work soon, but that's a problem for future you. Current you is loving the way Lee's fingers squeeze your waist, the way he's enjoying something you made.

Before you know it, Lee's bowl is empty. He leans back in his chair and lets his eyes roam over your figure. He shifts the way you're sitting so your legs straddle his thigh, and your skirt rides up with the movement. You can't help but tilt your pelvis, relishing the slight friction of his muscular thigh against your clit.

"Sweetheart," he warns as he runs his hands up your legs. "Don't go startin' somethin' you can't finish." You grin, rocking your hips against Lee's leg and ignoring his stern words.

"Who says I can't finish this, Sheriff?" Your fingers trail down the buttons on the front of his shirt before landing on the bulge in his slacks. His grip on your hips tightens, increasing the pressure on your clit.

Lee's eyes are fused to the spot where you're grinding against him, and he pushes your skirt up higher to see more. You know your panties are soaked, the fabric sticking to your sensitive flesh. You're desperate for more contact, to feel the rough texture of his slacks against your pussy.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look so perfect, riding my thigh with that perfect pussy." Lee's words make your clit throb, and you grip his shoulders tighter. "Lemme help you with that." He reaches between the two of you and tugs your panties to the side, and groans, running his finger over your clit.

Each grind against his muscular thigh sends sparks shooting through your body, and every brush of his finger against your clit sends you plummeting closer to the edge. Lee's eyes are dark and hungry, watching you take your pleasure from him.

"Lee," you whimper, tugging his head closer to kiss him. The moment your lips find his, he's devouring you. His tongue slides against yours, and you speed up your movements on his thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh, guiding your hips closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and show me how perfect you are." His voice is raspy and deep, desperate. Your whole body tightens, and you hold your breath as you come. Lee watches with hooded, lust-filled eyes, drinking in the sight of you.

As you come down from your high, Lee hooks his arms under your ass, picking you up. He starts toward the bedroom, and you cast a glance at your bowl of soup, long gone cold.

"I'll reheat it, and you can eat it in bed, sweetheart. Let me take care of you first."

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klonopinandketamine · 1 year

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They Understood the Plot:

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esotericgalaxy · 6 months

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This man can rupture my

esophagus🤪🥴😫💕

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#devil all the time #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Domesticated

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of an angsty past, unprotected sex/smut.

“Sweetpea…”

“Bodecker…”

Lee’s jaw clenched as he noticed Johnny Storm beside his little sweet pea, “Storm…what in sam’s hell are you doing on my doorstep?”

“I have something that belongs to you,” he said simply, gently pushing her towards him, “I have her out on a weekend loan from the dollhouse so return her or buy her out…either way, go back with her when she’s supposed to be dropped off on Monday. Thanks sheriff!”

“What are you-“

But before Lee could so much as finish his question, Johnny was already jogging back towards his bike and driving off. Lee stood there, staring at his little sweet pea as she watched Johnny Storm driving off. When she turned back towards him, he caught the air of nervousness in her eyes, the anxiety palpable even to him.

“Sweet pea.”

“Lee…”

“Storm really pull you from the dollhouse?”

“It’s nice to know that someone will.” She replied shortly, crossing her arms over her chest, “you didn’t do it…”

Lee frowned, “Sweet pea…”

“Why was someone like Johnny willing to pull me, Lee?” she asked softly. Lee frowned even more, hearing the edge of sadness in her voice, “why wasn’t it someone like you? No…why wasn’t it you that did it?”

“Come on now, sweet pea, that ain’t a fair question.”

“Johnny thinks you really like me,” she sighed gently as her eyes gazed back towards the empty street, “he thinks-“

“I do like you, sweet pea.”

“Then why are you so against me staying with you?”

“I-I’m not. I mean, I can’t-can’t just go around bringing you home on the weekends or when I’m free,” he began, stumbling over his words, “sweet pea, we have a lot of fun at the dollhouse...but-“

“But what?” she asked, her eyes meeting his once more, “I’m good enough to fuck at the dollhouse, but not be part of your life outside of it?”

Lee’s frown only deepened. He didn’t say anything as he watched her body language become more defensive. He swallowed his own nervousness and opened the door a little bit more, “that’s not it at all. You need to come on into the house, sweet pea…”

“Why?”

“Storm signed you out for the weekend,” he said with a shrug, “and I ain’t gonna let you sit on my doorstep all weekend, looking all sad.”

“We-well maybe I’ll just go to the Baxter Building then…o-or back to the dollhouse.”

“You wanna hike all the way back into the city?” he asked sadly, “rather than just come in?”

“M-maybe I-“

“Get in the damn house, Leah…” Lee grumbled, quickly losing the nerve that he’d held. She frowned, but followed the instructions, tucking herself under his arm and walking into his house, “now…”

“If you think that just because something’s gonna happen because I’m coming in, you got another thing coming, Lee Bodecker,” she grumbled, “you’re not getting off the hook that easy…”

“Don’t you worry, sweet pea…wasn’t even thinking about it!”

“Lee….”

“That’s right, sweet pea,” Lee growled as his hips drove forward, plunging his cock even further into her core. Her back arched, pressing her chest further against the counter, and Lee moaned seeing her breasts nearly pouring out of the dress she wore from over her shoulder. His hands dug into her hips, the bunched up fabric sparing her skin from any bruises as he came towards his high, “you take all your sheriff can give!”

“Lee!” she moaned again, her voice’s pitch raising ever so slightly at the end as he hit her g-spot, “oh LEE! Don’t stop!”

“Ain’t planning on it sweet pea,” he growled huskily. His arms slipped around her, one hand looping around her waist, to pull her weight back towards him, while the other pressed down on her stomach so that with the next few thrusts her eyes were rolling back into her skull while her core fluttered around his length, “gonna make sure you’re full of me…gonna give you that good Bodecker dickin’.”

“YES! YES!”

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you or anything…”

Lee smirked as he took a sip of his beer. His little sweet pea was sitting down at the table with him, a full dinner cooked for her all from his hands as she’d listened to him express himself. But in all reality, all he’d really done was say that he couldn’t bring her home because he didn’t ‘know her’ well enough.

“You don’t gotta forgive me for nothin, sweet pea…just making dinner.”

“I know you don’t cook, Lee,” she sighed, mad at herself for knowing the lengths the sheriff had already gone to the past few hours by taking her shopping for clothes and little gifts, and stopping at the store for groceries, “know all you normally have here is beer, some candy, and takeout containers…but you took me shopping and filled the house with groceries…I know this isn’t something you normally do.”

“You ain’t never been to my house before,” he chuckled, sipping on the beer once again, “how would you know that?”

“Cus you’ve told me as much when you’ve described your life outside of the dollhouse to me…”

“Doesn’t sound like me,” he shrugged, knowing that he was lying through his teeth, “must be from another man you been playin’ slap and tickle with.”

“We both know the only man I’m interested in actually playing slap and tickle with is you, Lee,” she sighed, shaking her head at him, “and you have told me…usually after you’ve emptied yourself into me, and you pull me close…telling me all about how empty your life is alone in this house in the heights.”

“Now why would I go and do something stupid like that?”

“Same reason you won’t buy me out of my contract at the dollhouse!” she admitted softly. She stopped pushing around the steamed veggies on her plate and looked at him, “I-I’m not like her, Lee…I don’t wanna go leaving you once you pull me out of there.”

Lee put his bottle down, his jaw twitching at the mention of a previous relationship that ended badly from the dollhouse, “I don’t wanna go ruining the night talking about her, Leah…”

“I’m not Amy…” she said once more, a little more of an edge in her voice, “I-I care about you, Lee.”

“Yeah, that’s what she always said too,” he grumbled, pushing his beer away from himself, “til she went and fucked Arvin Russell behind my back…found that little shit balls deep in her one day when I came home, right in my bedroom.”

“And you chased him into the woods with your shotgun…”

“You know…we were having a good night, Leah,” he muttered. He sucked on his cheeks and pushed his plate away from himself, “you know…I don’t think I’m that hungry. Think I’m gonna go on to bed now…”

“Lee…”

He stood from his spot and started out of the room, “Might pick up a shift or two this weekend, so uh…if you don’t see me much I-“

“I’m at the dollhouse of my own free will…I could have left at any time!”

Lee stopped speaking and turned, at the young woman’s admission, “What did you just say?”

“I-I don’t have to be bought out,” she frowned, shaking her head, “I used to be the assistant for Steve and Bucky before I-before I became one of their girls…”

“Why in the hell-“

“Because I was invisible,” she said quickly, explaining to the man that she’d quickly fallen for that she wasn’t what he thought, “I’m not some abused, sex-traffic victim with no way out, or someone who was a runaway or an ex-junkie they got clean…I just was invisible. And when they offered me a life where I would feel wanted, I jumped for it…Lee, if I wanted to leave, I could. I don’t need you to buy me out.”

Lee stared at her in disbelief.

“I just want you to want me, Lee,” she admitted slowly, “b-because I’m completely and utterly in love with you.”

“Gonna pump you full of me,” Lee promised as his rhythm faltered, “gonna give you that Bodecker baby juice!”

“Give it all to me, Lee!”

“Gonna keep you nice and full forever sweet pea!” he growled, his speed picking up as he continued at an unstable yet punishing pace.

“Cum in me, Lee!”

“Gonna make you a nice, pregnant little housewife!” he promised. His hand fell away from her waist and tangled in her hair, pulling it back until his lips were right next to her ear, “gonna domesticate that pretty little pussy and fill her with so many babies!”

Lee groaned when he felt her core clench around him at the dirty words.

“You like that?” he growled, “you like the thought of me fucking a baby right into that pussy? Or you just like the thought of me making you my pretty little housewife, waitin’ at home just like you were tonight…bending you over the counters and having you like this? Having that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock?”

“Lee!” she wailed, her walls convulsing around the sheriff’s cock as she reached her end. Her nails tried to dig into the cheap counter, but when they couldn’t, her hands flailed, and she fell flat against the countertops. Lee came, his load coating her walls and making her stomach feel warm and light. She started drooling against the cool countertop as her core spasmed around him, “oh god, Lee…oh…L-Lee Bodecker.”

“That’s right, sweet pea,” Lee cooed, bending over his girlfriend’s frame as his cock spasmed with her core. He pressed a series of gentle kisses along her shoulders while he came down and his breathing evened out, “you take all daddy can give you…”

“All of it!” she whimpered softly, her throat already hoarse from the moaning.

Lee was gentle when he pulled out of her, her thighs shaking with such an intensity that Lee worried she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up. But when Lee took a step back and she did, he took a few steps towards his jacket.

“L-Lee?” she asked softly, making very little attempt to look over her shoulder to her boyfriend, “Wh-where are you going?”

He returned a few seconds later, placing an opened blue velvet box in front of her face.

Her eyes watered as she looked at the simple engagement ring. Lee’s warmth wrapped around her once more as he helped her into a standing position, and then sat her on the cool countertop.

She shivered, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the cool laminate, or the fact that Lee had picked up the box and was holding it between them. A few small tears made their way down her cheeks as she waited for him to speak.

“So what do you say, sweet pea?” he asked gently, “ready to become a domesticated woman?”

“L-Lee…what is this?”

“Went out and bought it the day after I saw you,” he admitted, a blush coating his cheeks, “I love ya sweet pea…always have.”

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interestsinarmor · 1 year

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WILLARD RUSSEL//WARM HONEY

{SMUT}

Warm and sticky summers were the staple of the South. Light breezes were an occasional treat as the humidity absorbed the land. A hot day like this left everyone to their own devices, struggling to stay cool.

Seeking refuge wasn't easy, but faith was where I was drawn. Going to the church on a blistering day like this almost insured I'd be left to pray in peace.

The gritty gravel and rocks croaked behind me as I thumped across the dirt road. Soft brush and trees passed as I extended my hand for a feel. I unconsciously picked off stray branches and leaves with each traveling footstep.

I wasn't far from the church, just secluded among a hidden path. A journey rarely taken. The distinguished tatters of the ivory church stood strong as the brush cleared to reveal a sprawling plain.

Weathering and decades of use had been apparent. With the worn paint and broken shutters, the church had clearly been shown some love. Rough love.

As I got closer, my steps became lighter and I transitioned onto the soft pads of grass surrounding the church. Flies buzzes and clamored as the essence of nature leaked from the torn building.

Rough wooden doors hung steady on the frail structure. Creaks greeted each of my steps, nearing the doorframe. Almost as if to communicate, the church creaked behind the doors in response to my presence.

Pushing past the labored door, a rush of sunlight and dust kissed my skin, descending from above. Stillness consumed me. Tattered pews and worn bibles adorned the quaint church.

A tall figure sat in the front pew, closest to the wall, farthest from the door. I walked further, bringing awareness to my steps. He didn't seem to break away from his spiritital state.

Tall, calloused, regretfully handsome, deeply entrenched in prayer with his fingers tightly laced together. Mumbling escaped his lips as he repeated phrases and muscles strained as he tightened his hands together as if to amplify the prayer.

I created swift steps nearing the pew. A soft creak draws the man away from himself, averting his eyes to me. I draw back at his recognition.

"Sorry, I- din' been to disturb you," I fumble through my brain looking for an excuse.

"That's alrigh', guess we're both looking for a place to release," A shy smile spreads across his face as he almost sinks into the monotony of small talk. He looks weathered, like the building he resides in. A man of hard work and little gain. Looking for a place to escape.

I place myself against the side of the pew, careful not to evade his bubble of peace while still basking in his beautiful presence. He began to lower his gaze and smile. A smile not formed out of routine, but out of intrigue.

His fingers release from prayer, beginning to run across his coarse cotton pants.

I examine his self soothing techniques with a naive curiosity. He begins to chuckle at recognition of my allure.

"I ain't seen you come to service before," My words break the stillness in the air, releasing more dust from the pockets and grooves of the pews.

"I ain't have a reason to go, til now," His smile faded as his hands smoothed his loose locks of hair.

"Feelin' down?"

His breath hitched, as if to make a grave confession, "My wife passed an' I don't know how to grieve,"

Thick tension pasted into the air. Not only had I invaded his space, I tore this man to a confession.

"I shouldn'ta came. You mourn," In a mere whisper I spat my words out.

"Don' let me stop you from usin' this church how you like," His smile reemerged as he looked up from his deepened gaze.

"How'd you use it?"

"See, I still feel this love, n' it has no where to go," Through a dry throat he laments, unable to reconcile with his feelings, "So I pray, to use the adoration that I still got,"

"Any children to help?"

"A few, n' they do their job," He chuckled, "But I mean a different typa' love darlin',"

While straddling the pews armrest, I begin to shift my weight into a proper seat. Clearing the way to sit, I moved a bible from the pew, perching it between myself and this captivating man.

"You said yous' here to release," I sit on my hands and elevate my posture, "Release what 'xactly?"

"The guilt of my desire, love," The husk of his voice reached my ears with sheer pleasure.

"An' how should we release this guilt," I perked up at the thought of a resolution.

"In the most primal way," His eyes were drawn to my lips, examining each twitch.

My gentle blue dress became my biggest obstacle. Starting with the shoulders, I began to remove the cloth from my body. The sun pricked and glowed against my newly revealed skin.

He was slightly quartered towards me, careful not to breech my personal bubble. There was an inner battle he needed to fight before fully giving in. This is just a step in his healing process.

I wholly exposed my chest as my dress clung to my hips. I lifted myself up from the seat to gently drop the garment on the floor. The feeling of the dress at my feet and air against my bare skin. My only barrier was the thin cotton of my panties against the church pew.

"Are ya' gonna touch me?" Anticipation rose with the crack in my voice.

His knees shifted towards me, gaze remaining low as his eyes refused to lock with mine. The feverish unbuttoning of his off-white button up grew quick as he quickly broke free from his shirt.

I lean back onto the wooden pew, allowing my hands to wander my body as the unclasping of a belt stirred my desire.

"You think God likes watching?"

"If he is, we better do it on his terms," He moved closer on the pew, hooking his hand on the back of my thigh. He guided my legs to sit on the pew, spread for him. The bible was perched in the arch of my back.

"I need you closer," He moaned, guiding my butt forward and he placed the bible below my pelvis for elevation.

"Now we're really fucking on God's terms,"

Stripped to our undergarments, I laid on the bench with his body between my legs. His soft fingers began a strong pulse against my clothed core.

He diligently slid my panties to the side as he began working my inner-most nerves.

His firm thumb created circles, sending rushes and peaks of pleasure as he hit the crest of my clit. Soft and beguiling moans were muffled behind his smooth lips. Rough callouses pressed against my warm thighs as he continued to work me.

"What else are you willin' to release?" I rise from my strewn position, meeting his eye line, "The rest of your clothes, maybe?"

His eyes brightened at my response. Feverishly, his worn shirt was removed from his labored frame. Each curve and divot of muscle on his body showed the years of hard work he endured. I was eager to relieve any stress his body still held.

The darkening of his eyes indicated the deeply buried lust coming to the surface. He wanted to please as much as he needed to be touched himself. Years of unmet desires becoming untamable.

His thin briefs gathered below his ankles, disrupting the dust from the floorboards. We were trapped in our own bubble of breathless whimpers and lust.

The back of my knees held steady against the seat of the pew as he stood in front of me. Every inch of this man unwinded in front of me, his hands softly grazed my cheek before intertwining with my slicked strands of hair.

My wet tongue met his exposed cock, exploring and tasting before fully divulging. My hunger grew as the sweet mix of his scent and precum hit each bud in my mouth.

My head instinctively bobbed to follow the curve, his soft head hitting the back of my throat til the base of his cock stroked my lips. I felt completely full, unable to get a life bringing breath into my lungs. The only thing I felt was him. The complete feeling of the suction in my mouth and hollowed out cheeks perfectly stretched around his large cock.

I could tell he was holding back moans. As I slid across his lubricated shaft, the head of his cock released from my mouth with a soft pop sound. He ran the sensitive tip across my pursed lips, feeling my warmth engulf him. As my lips followed the natural curve, his head rolled back as waves of pleasure built from his abdomen to the tip.

Spit gathered between my teeth and tongue as I desperately tried to gather the wetness onto him. Primal gasps and pleads came from my diaphragm as he pressed his hard cock to the very back of my throat. My nose hit his lower V line while my legs forcefully pressed against the pew, conforming to the movement he created with his thrusts.

Friction grew between my legs as his body pressure against mine allowed my clit to brush against the rough wooden pew.

I dipped my head away from his cock, releasing a string of saliva connecting us together.

"I want to see how much of you I can take," My uncertainty grew while my hands stroked his length. I began to see how large he was, with bulging veins as a thick tip. I wasn't sure all of him could fit in me, let alone ribbons of his sweet cum.

He gently ran his hands through my hair while I still sat below him. A few strokes of his cock seemed to satisfy as we adjusted to a new position.

I shifted by putting my dangling legs up on the pew, bible perched below my waist for elevation. The weight of his strong body made the pews shake as he fully kneeled by me. I hung my legs in the air so he could chose where to place me.

A sharp sting grew across my back as he grabbed hold of my thighs to drag and bring my wetness to him. He examines me closely, letting a string of saliva drip from his mouth to my clit. A weathered thumb roughly rubs the saliva into my skin. I can feel each ridge of his fingerprint against my core as the movements bring shocks to my body.

He continues to rub my clit til an unfamiliar tingle grows, my demure moans and strained gasps harden his cock.

"Whine for me, whine like you need it," The growl in his voice intensified the burst of flames I felt.

"I need you inside me,"

He took a second to place his large thumb from the top of my clit, sliding down to my opening. He pushes past my resistance as my walls clench and grow to accommodate his finger.

I feel a blissful pressure inside my pussy while I struggle to take part of him. I cry at the mercy of his fingers.

"You're about to get 'lot more than this, love" The harsh brush of the head of his cock against my clit was in no comparison to it ripping through my walls.

While on the pew, I laid on my side as he held my one leg in the air. The bible was below me, giving me elevation and a better angle to deepen his shaft.

He gently took each thrust in by an inch, growing and growing.

I struggled to take the pain while he pushed further inside me. My ache was unbearable, so he took his thumb again against my clit to relieve the pressure.

My silence left dead air for him to fill with his gentle whimpers of absolute desperation.

My warmth was giving him everything he needed. The pain was worth the absolute bliss across this mans face as the harsh thrusts strained my pussy, and bound his cock.

He had a hard time thrusting in and out as my tightness kept him inside me til his thumb milked my clit to release.

Just when I thought he couldn't push further, I look down to see half of himself buried in me. The abuse taken fused with the euphoria. He couldn't push himself any farther in me despite his attempt. Deep and relentless thrusts were unsuccessful as he had a hard time removing or fucking me further.

"Spread more so I can get it all in," He spoke less as if it was a suggestion, more a command.

My back went from laying on my side, to flat against the pew. Both my legs were as spread apart as possible. When I opened wider, we watched in amazement as more of his cock disappeared down inside.

Every inch filled me to the brim. I felt the hardness of his chiseled pelvis hit my clit while his entire cock began pulsating deep.

This moment of accomplishment was well deserved. Each minor thrust painfully stretched me at the expense of this mans pleasure.

He didn't dare slip a single inch of himself out of me in fear it wouldn't fit as perfect as it does now. Minor thrusts take place, burying a thick layer of cum within my walls.

A deep, guttural moan whimpered through this mans perfect lips. His hands gripped my thighs like he was afraid of losing me.

Pumps of his warm cum were too much for my pussy to handle as it dripped down his shaft and onto the bible below me.

He chuckles while looking at our mess, realizing we desecrated a holy space.

"Tainted by the devil, but dripping from the heavens,"

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hollybee8917 · 8 months

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#the 355 #ghosted #Fresh #marvel #Devil all the time #political animals #sharper #endings beginnings #destroyer #gossip girl #the martian #sebastian stan #happy birthday seb

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year

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Devil in Disguise Part 28...

Lee Bodecker x reader series

<Part 27<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, darkish!reader

"Ain't ya' think I'm a little over dressed?" You asked Lee as you looked down at the new dress he'd bought for you.

It was an engagement present Lee had said, to which you had rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"Sugar, ya' look beautiful and I want the whole damn town to know I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He grinned at you as he leaned over and pressed his lips against yours. "Besides, that dress is gonna look ten times better on my bedroom floor." He winked at you making you blush and giggle.

"Lee," You slapped his chest as he chuckled. "C'mon, grandpa is waiting." You pointed over to where your grandpa was stood by the church gates.

Today would be the first time you and Lee had been out in public together since he proposed. Sure you'd been to the hospital to pick your grandpa up but you didn't know anyone there. You'd invited Lizzy over to join you for lunch the same day to share the good news with her, which resulted in her almost screaming the house down with excitement and making Lee and your grandpa disappear outside grumbling, making you laugh. Other than that, no one else knew yet.

Lee didn't want to tell anyone at the station until you were with him and he could proudly show you off, maybe give you a nice hard fuck on his desk in nothing but your engagement ring.

Sunday service was the best place to share your news. It meant you only had to tell one nosey house wife and by lunch time everyone in Knockemstiff would know that Sheriff Bodecker was engaged to his Sugar.

"G'mornin', George." Lee shook his hand as he smiled.

"Mornin', Sheriff." Your grandpa smiled and looked at you before pulling you in for a hug. "Mornin', honey. How ya' both doin'?" He asked.

"We're okay, grandpa. How are ya' feelin'?" You asked.

He nodded, "Good."

Your brow furrowed, "How did yer meetin' with the bank go?"

George nodded again, "Good. They said the house is worth enough to get me outta the debt, with a little left over to get me some place small."

"Oh, good," You smiled at him. "Isn't it?"

George signed, "I guess." He grumbled. "It only means, I ain't gonna be able to give ya' much for the wedding, honey."

"I don't care about that, grandpa."

He frowned, "I do... Yer grandmother would too. She'll be rolling in her grave... Probably come back n' haunt me too..." He huffed making you and Lee smile.

"Y'ain't gotta worry 'bout the weddin', George." Lee put his hand on his shoulder. "I got it covered."

George frowned at him, "But the father of the bride is supposed to pay for it."

You felt a lump in your throat. "Oh, grandpa," You smiled softly at him, holding back your tears. "I'm happy to marry, Lee, in his living room. I don't need anything big. As long as I have the two most important men there, I'm happy."

George cleared his throat and nodded, "Still... I'm getting haunted by your grandmother for sure." He gave you a smile making both you and Lee laugh. "C'mon, before all the gossips start."

The three of you made your way inside. You followed behind your grandpa, your left arm linked with Lee's as you walked down the middle of the pews towards where Lizzy was sat, waving at you.

You smiled brightly at her as you slipped into the pew beside her and her parents. Lizzy silently took your left hand with a grin and pulled it across her lap to show her mother.

"Congratulations." The older woman whispered with a smile, elbowing her husband. He nodded and reached over to shake Lee's hand as he gave his congratulations to you.

You were glad Lizzy's parents still liked you after everything that happened. In fact they were grateful that you were there with their daughter that night.

You snuggled into Lee's side as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, the pair of you settling in for a boring morning. As you sat listening or pretending to listen, you could feel the stares of others and almost hear the whispers from those behind you. With Lee's arm around your shoulders protectively, you didn't care.

Eventually the service came to a close and it was time to leave the stuffy church. And you were more than eager to do so. It had been a while since you'd visited your grandmother's grave, life having gotten a lot more hectic since dating Lee. But you were sure your grandmother wouldn't mind, she did always like Lee... Liked to tease you too about your little crush you had on him.

"Oh, Lee, I forgot the flowers." You frowned looking back to his Cadillac.

"No matter, I'll get them, Sugar." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before walking back to his car.

You turned around and began to make your way across the graveyard toward your grandmother's grave, smiling to yourself as you thought about her and your mother. You wished she had been able to be buried with your grandmother but because she'd killed herself, she wasn't allowed to be buried in the church graveyard along with your grandmother and was buried somewhere out of town. Another reason why you hated the backwards shit hole that was Knockemstiff, they still lived in the dark ages.

"It should be, Bodecker, down there."

You frowned and turned away from your grandmother's grave to glare at Mrs Riley. "Excuse me?"

"You heard." She walked closer to you, "He's a crook. I know he was behind, Bobby-Ray's, murder." She glared at you.

You huffed, "Don't be ridiculous. What happened had nothing to do with, Lee. Maybe if yer son wasn't such a wrong 'en then maybe he wouldn't have been there in the first place."

"LIAR!" Mrs Riley snapped at you.

You scoffed, "Please. That no good son of yours was bad news n' y'known it." You glared at her. "Then again, so are you, ain't ya'?"

"I'll make the pair of you pay for what you did."

"We did nothing!" You snapped at her.

"Bodecker, is nothin' but a crooked fat fuck of a cop." She glared at you. "I'll make sure he rots in hell for what he did to my son."

You lunged forwards, wrapping your hand around her throat and shoved her against the wall of the church so the pair of you were out of sight.

You squeezed your hand around her throat as you got in her face. "You shut yer fuckin' mouth." You hissed at her as she tried to claw at your hand. "Everythin', Lee, did was to protect me n' within his duties as the Sheriff. Yer shithead of a son was nothin' but a worthless scumbag that tried, multiple times, to assault me. He also attempted to drug me, successfully drugged my best-friend so his friend could do what he liked to her. And just like yer worthless, son, you were blackmailing my grandpa. Now, out of the four of us, which two were breakin' the law, hmm?" You smirked at her. "You best be careful what you say and do from here on out, ya' hear? Don't forget, Mrs Riley, my mother was a murderer, and what is it they say... Like mother, like daughter?" You glared at her, smirking to yourself as you watched her eyes widen with fear.

"Sugar?" Lee stepped round the corner of the church with a proud smirk, looking between you and Mrs Riley. "Everything okay?"

You smiled and let go of the older woman, nodding. "Sure is, ain't it, Mrs Riley?" You asked looking at her with a sweet smile.

She gulped, nodding, "F-Fine. Ex-Excuse me." She quickly scurried off, getting as far away from you as she could making you smirk.

"Did you hear everything?" You asked looking up at Lee.

He hummed and nodded, "She needs to shut her mouth." He grumbled and handed you the flowers.

You thanked him, kissing his cheek before turning back to your grandmother's grave to place them down. "I have a feeling, we may have to do it ourselves." You sighed and turned back to look at him. "She's started drinking a lot... Especially on payday."

Lee raised his eyebrow with a smirk, holding his arm put for you. "Sugar, have you been thinkin' of ways to shut, Mrs Riley, up?"

You shrugged, "I read things..." You smirked up at him. "And accidents do happen, Sheriff."

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Yandere Arvin Russell (1/5)

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*Dedicated to @lovehoneypotto.

I grinned expectantly as I threw open the church doors with two jars tucked under my arm. All attention landed on me as I interrupted the congregation - including the glowering eyes of my mother. The priest, who was new, young, and recently graduated from… Bible college, halted his preach. My mother publicly apologized, rising to her feet, but it was too late.

I opened the jars and released the hoard of butterflies and mother into the church. Some elderly women let out screeches, the young children rose from their seat and began chasing them joyously, and some adults just laughed. The members were generally used to my harmless antics; I presumed that some old timers were so used to it that it wasn’t a normal Sunday without a prank of some sort.

A laugh bubbled in my throat as a lovely Easter Tiger Swallowtail, with its black on yellow stripes, landed on my lower arm. I raised it to me. My mother was still attempting to reach me amidst the chaos. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a handsome church boy staring at me.

“Friends,” the priest suddenly boomed, "this young child has given us a gift from the Lord. The Lord gave us nature, and this young, brilliant child has brought one of nature’s gifts to the Lord’s doorstep. Calm yourselves, and let us pray!”

I met the priest’s eyes. How surprising. The old priest always lost his temper and berated me. Embarrassed me. However… the priest would learn. It was his first time around. He was just trying to cover up for his embarrassment.

I finally stirred so that I could set the jars on an empty bench. The butterfly departed, joining the rest of the flock. A small child came up and grabbed my skirt. I smiled and patted his head.

“Y/n, Y/n! How did you catch them?”

I crouched down to his height amidst the depleting chaos. “Well, you just sit really, rally still around flowers and they land on you. Then you put them in the jar.”

“Can you give me one —"

His mother suddenly yanked him back. “Young lady! Is it not enough for you to disrupt the congregation every Sunday? How dare you speak to my son —“

I was suddenly grabbed by the collar of my shirt. I let out a yelp of pain, coming face to face with my mother. Her face was beet red. “You told me you got a job. You told me that, for once, you were making yourself useful! How f - how dare you disrupt the Lord’s house! Ten - no, twenty lashes are in store!”

The priest pushed his way through the crowd. “Friend," he spoke smoothly. “Are the butterflies not beautiful?”

Tears stung the creases of my eyes. But I didn’t want to let her see me cry. My mother suddenly collapsed on her hands and knees She clasped her hands together and began praying furiously. “Dear Lord, please forgive my heinous child. She knows not what she’s done. Please, hear my prayers, and release her from the devil that holds her captive —“

The priest crouched down as well, praying. I could barely hear him over my crying mother. I took a few steps away. “My Lord, thank you for sending this child with gifts from heaven. Please, bless her and her mother with all of earth’s riches —“

I began to sneer. I couldn’t take it anymore. These snide assholes and their god would not listen, and I had no devil within me. I grabbed my jars and was about to make my exit. I peered over my shoulder one last time.

That handsome church boy was still looking at me.

I sent him a smirk.

~~~

“It… it’s you.”

I raised my head from my spot in the parking lot. I was surprised, when, instead of those ruthless bullies, it was the handsome church boy. He looked nervous. He was wearing his crush on his sleeves.

I took in his figure. He had large arms and callous hands, indicating that he was a working man. His face was pleasant to look at. It was full of youth and demure, with prominent dimples and curly brown hair. He had brilliant blue eyes and his Southern accent was thick.

“Why, hello there, handsome,” I giggled. “Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I’ve seen you around. We have history together, you know.”

His cheeks reddened and his foot shuffled, digging into the plot of grass. I was leaning against the lamp post while sitting in the thin strip of grass that separated the parking lot and the front of the school. “I… I noticed. A while ago, actually.”

I sent him a grin and patted the grass in front of him for him to sit. “Spare me a moment of your time, handsome. You must have some if you’re talkin’ to little ol’ me. Does that face of your’s have a name?”

I loved the affect I had on him. Many a time I’ve had confused, shy schoolboys who convinced themselves a girl like me was either worth fixing or worth pursuing. But… this one was worth my time. He was handsome,, after all. I’d certainly noticed him before and how he stared at me in class.

“I’m Arvin. Arvin Russell. Your ma and my grandma and sister go to church together,” he introduced, jutting his hand out.

I took it slyly, firmly shaking. “Pleasure to meet ya, Arvin Russell. You’re funny. Don’t you also go to church with your grandma and sister?”

His cheeks flushed further. “Well, uh, I mean, yes, ma’am. But I don’t really want to. Especially with that new priest. I’m not a god-worshipping man, and attending church is a god-worshipping activity,” he explained.

My eyebrows raised. “Well ain’t that something special. I ain’t ever met a man who isn’t god-worshipping or god-fearin’. You’re something special, Arvin Russell. Something special indeed.”

An impish smile stretched across his face. “I take it you’re not much of a godly woman yourself.”

“Can you tell?” I laughed. “Well… Ain’t that your sister coming out of the front? I’ve noticed that you drive her home every day.”

He perked up and peered over his shoulder. He stumbled to his feet, and I mimicked his movements, grabbing his upper arm. The plush cotton shirt was soft under my skin and his aged overalls suited him well. He turned back to me, staring at my hand.

“I didn’t realize you… noticed me,” he stuttered. “I really have to go now. There’s some nasty men out there that go around hurting my baby sister —“

“I know, I know. But before ya go… Are ya busy tonight?”

He gave me a peculiar stare. “Well - no, most people wouldn’t be.”

“Great!” I interrupted. “That means you can join me tonight. Meet me in the forest tonight. I’ll show you how to really live life to the fullest, Arvin Russell. You’re something special.”

“Where?”

“You go to the church. Go through the grave yard to your immediate left. Once you come across my pa’s grave, F/n L/n, go right into the forest there. Got it?”

“Y - yes, ma’am.”

“You’re a polite boy, Arvin Russell. Now, go take care of your baby sister.” He began pulling away, but as he did so, I grabbed his jaw and turned his head, placing a kiss on his soft cheek. He was absolutely stunned, and I swore that I’ve never made a man redder in my life.

I pulled away, sending him one last grin. I crossed my arm ad sent him a flirtatious wave. His jaw dropped and he nodded and waved, but he took off like the wind. My gaze followed him as he went to a red car. His sister, who had apparently seen the scene, was giggling and teasing the boy viciously.

I had never seen a man drive off faster than he did.

When he’d left, my excitement died. I returned to my sitting position. And I continued to wait for my mother. She always put off picking me up because she hated me. She’d never said it to my face, but… it was clear. She said that ‘it slipped her mind.’ But I knew better.

So, I waited.

~~~

I skidded down the base of the tree and hopped onto the ground. The grass and shrubbery crunched under my bare feet. My shoes had been abandoned by my father’s grave, where I kept my belongings while I went wild. It was habit.

In the distance, I recognized Arvin’s red car’s headlights pulling up to the church. The car stopped and the man stepped out. As soon as the headlights went out, a small speck turned on. Arvin had clearly brought a flashlight with him. Silly boy.

His pace was quick as he dashed across the graveyard. He was quite clumsy, tripping over plots of land on occasion. The flashlight jostled in his grasp as he approached.

Suddenly, the flashlight was on me. His pace slowed. There had been a previous panic to his movements, as though he expected me to make a fool out of him by not showing up at all. I shielded my eyes from the light boring onto me. He stopped in front of me, finally realizing to pull the flashlight away.

“Hello there,” I silkily greeted, sending him a reassuring smile.

I was wearing loose clothes; a skirt with no leggings underneath - my mother would have a hissy fit if she found out -, men’s boots which I had stolen from the previous priest, and my father’s old suit shirt, which was dirty and thin from usage. I crossed my arms and leaned toward him as he stumbled over his own greeting.

“Hello there, ma’am.”

“As cute as you are, Arvin Russell, it’s Y/n L/n to you. We’re friends, aren’t we? No need for such politeness,” I giggled.

“Yes, m - Y/n.” He shifted his weight. “So what are we doing here?”

I snatched the flashlight from him and turned it off, letting us use only the moonlight as our guide. “I’m goin’ to show you how to really live,” I started. “All you folk who stay inside all day unless you’re working… you aren’t really appreciating nature like you should. I’m going to show you what it’s like to live without societal pressures.” My fingers ghosted over his wrist. “No rules.” I grabbed his wrist. “You’re completely free, boy.”

Even in the darkness, I could tell he was blushing from how he tensed under my hold. I dropped the flashlight by the base of the tree. “Wait, we can’t see —“

“Yes we can,” I insisted. “The moon and her stars are out.”

Before he could reply, I took off, pulling him with me. I maneuvered around dense trees. He let out a shout of shock. I recognized his reluctance and let go. But I still ran. I ran like the wind.

“Hey, wait!” he called after me.

I finally heard his footsteps thudding to follow. I let out a laugh as I weaved around another oak. I knew the woods like the back of my hand. I knew where I was going, and Arvin Russell knew I was going somewhere.

I heard him laugh, too, as he panted to keep up. The forest was silent and asleep except for out footsteps as the forest expanded. I knew where I was going. And I couldn’t wait to show Arvin.

His footsteps were right behind me, and I heard him gasp out a plea to slow down. His fingers wrapped around my arm. I laughed and suddenly swerved to him, recognizing the puddle of mud beneath us. His chest collided with me and I burst into giggles as we tumbled to the grassy terrain.

I let out an ‘oof’ as his weight rested against me. He immediately scrambled to remove himself from me. He was still panicked, and I couldn’t have that. Instead, I pushed his right arm and pushed him to the muddy ground. Mud splashed on his overall person and me as I straddled him. I grabbed his shoulders and leaned over him.

For a moment, I wondered if I was making a mistake by inviting him. But when the moonlight illuminated his exhausted features and I saw that twinkle in his eyes, I knew I did not.

He burst out into laughter, playfully pushing at my arm. “You’re batshit crazy, woman! Why, I’ve never met someone like you and I never well! Why, hell…”

I leaned closer to his face. His eyes crinkled out of joy and he turned his head, spitting out some mud-filled saliva. A smile graced his handsome features and I pressed a bold kiss to his forehead. “Damn right you won’t ever meet another person like me. I’m as real as they get, Arvin Russell. You should feel honored that you’re here, covered head to toe in mother nature’s shit.”

He snickered. All of his demureness had washed away. His hand reached up and he slipped a strand of hair behind my ear. I hummed and leaned into his hair. When he pulled away, I did the same, combing his soft brown locks out of his face.

“Nature’s shit,” he repeated. “Never gonna see mud the same again.”

“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. After tonight, tomorrow… After you’ve met me, you ain’t her gonna see the world the same again. You got it, Arvin Russell?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he hummed. “And I hope I never do.”

I swooped my head closer. A silence fell over us and all that indicated we were even here was our labored pants. I noticed his gaze sweeping across my face and he was staring at my lips with a hunger. As tempting as it was to kiss the handsome boy, he had to earn his keep once and for all. He had to earn his worth.

I suddenly pulled away and rolled off him. Arvin propped himself up on his elbows. “Where are we, anyways?” he inquired as I offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. He dusted off the larger mud clots on his pants off, and they splattered on the ground.

I tilted my head. “Wouldn’t you like to know, handsome? I’ll have you know, I know these woods like the back of my hand. So don’t you worry for even a second that I don’t know the path.” I pursed my lips, observing both of our filthy attire. “Now, we’re covered head to toe in mother nature’s shit, and I intend to do something about it. Come along, Arvin Russell. We’ll get cleaned up right away.”

I grabbed his wrist and began pulling him along. He laughed again, much more at ease. He tugged at his arm so that my hand fell into his. He interweaved our fingers, squeezing tightly. “Do ya live around here?”

“No. We’re solving this issue the old-fashioned way. Or, at least, my way,” I answered, rubbing my thumb over his callous hand.

We held hands, walking side by side. Ahead was a clearing that led to the river. The rushing water sang. It was oh-so very tempting. I pulled him into the clearing and down to the dirt edge. He suddenly pulled his hand away. “Wait, isn’t it freezing?”

“What, are ya scared, Arvin Russell?” I said, turning to face him as I backed into the rushing water.

“Well, no —“

“Then get the hell in here, ya pussy!” I exclaimed cheerfully as I stepped ankle-deep into the water. Out of habit, I felt the world floating above me and I fell back. I splashed, the world enveloping me completely. I let the water hug my entire body, only my fingers and toes above water. I closed my arms and smiled as the mud drifted from my clothes.

Although it was muffled, I heard more splashes as Arvin entered the river as well. My body began drifting and I finally started floating down the stream. I finally emerged, floating on my back as I tried to plant my feet on the ground. I let out a gasp as my foot slipped, but Arvin grabbed my arm, pulling me to his chest.

I planted my arms around his waist and met his panicked, nervous expression. He still had yet to submerge his upper chest and face, so as we gazed into one another’s eyes, a mischievous idea crossed my mind. His eyes widened at my smirk, as though he immediately detected that I was thinking something.

“Why are ya looking at me like that, Y/n?”

I stroked his cheek. “Well… You may be no god-worshipper, but you still show up, don’t ya? I’m thinking. You’ve been baptized in the name of god. But I think, to truly initiate you into this one-person club of mine, I need to baptize you in the name of yourself. Of nature. Of the flow energy around us,” I remarked in anticipation.

His cheeks reddened. “Are you serious?”

“Never been more so.”

I pushed at his chest and stepped away. I replaced my hand on the small this back, holding him at a side-angle. He didn’t think anything of it, succumbing to my madness. His knees buckled enough so that only his head was above water.

“In the name of me and you and mother nature’s holy ghost, I bless you with a lifetime of freedom and joy and beauty. A lifetime where you flourish in a way that nobody else ever will. You, Arvin Russell, will blossom into a beautiful person with this gift. I bestow upon you the holy ghost of free spirit,” I improved loudly.

I paused for a moment before starting to pull his head and upper chest underwater. His eyes were closed. I held him there for a minute, admiring his handsomeness. His spirit. And then I pulled him up again.

His strong hand grabbed my arm and used my body to stand upright once more. That sparkle in his eyes had never been so prominent. We were chest to chest, the water rushing past our bodies. I held onto his shirt, as the pull was strong. But, in this moment, I knew.

“Arvin Russell, you’re something special. Something special indeed.”

He seemed bewitched. Enchanted. Our faces grew closer. And this time, I let the kiss happen. I led him into the kiss. He was sloppy and inexperienced; just how I liked it. He was so naive. So sweet. So innocent. And yet, there was that fire in him that I’ve been searching for my whole life.

Arvin Russell, you fascinated me.

I suddenly lost my footing. My body submerged in the water, and I pulled Arvin down with me. Water swarmed into my lungs, but I paid it no heed. The water began to pull our bodies down the stream. Both of us were completely submerged, but our eye contact remained.

He was panicked. Scared. But, as I gazed into his eyes, it all seemed to vanish. He was letting me lead him without question.

Our bodies washed up on the shore. Both of our bodies immediate reaction was to throw up the water. However, we both broke out into a fit of laughter. Him, laying on top of me, and me, breathless from his beauty. When we finally caught our breath, I broke my attention away from him, observing our surroundings.

We had washed upon shore. However, the river raged even louder; we were almost at the waterfall. The moon was our lamppost and our surroundings were oh-so clear. We were already soaked to the bone, so of course a certain something came to mind.

Arvin stumbled to his feet and helped me up. The smooth, light stones crunched under my bare feet. It felt like marbles massaging my toes. Arvin held my hand. There wasn’t an ounce of fear or regret in his eyes. He didn’t have to tell me. I already knew he was living.

“Where next?” he gasped, spitting out some more water.

I didn’t reply, pulling him along the shore bank. The roaring grew louder until we came face to face with waves crashing off a cliff. The terrain was jagged and rocky, having a natural wall built, only letting the water through. His eyes widened, as though connecting the dots.

I looked at him expectantly. “Care to voice your concerns?”

Surprisingly, he shook his head. “I trust you. You’re crazy, but god… you’re a genius.”

My heart skipped a beat and butterflies swarmed in my stomach. Not wanting to allow my thoughts to get all muddled, I jumped into the ravine. My feet wee planted against the dirt and rock floor. My legs were strong. Many a day I had jumped from the waterfall and plunged into nature’s tears below.

Arvin stood beside me. He grabbed my hand. He was nervous, but he trusted me. We stared over the edge, the water glimmering and reflecting the sky above. It was still, unmoving. The small lake below called to us like a mother to her newborn baby.

“One,” I counted, "two… three!”

Our feet lifted off the edge. The wind rebelled and fought against us, a fiery cushion against our faces. For a moment, the adrenaline left me paralyzed. But as I gained control of my body, I tightened my grip of Arvin’s hand and I pulled my knees to my chest. Arvin let out a terrified, guttural holler. A tribal escaped from my throat as well as the water grew nearer.

As we were about to collide, we shut our mouths and buried our heads in our chest. The water hurt for but a moment, but it was quickly soothed as our bodies sunk into the water. Our fingers almost drifted apart, but Arvin’s arm shot out and grabbed my wrist.

I let my legs disconnect from my stomach and I opened my eyes. The water was murky and dark. I began kicking my feet, and the moment my head emerged from the water, I pulled Arvin up with me. His head emerged and he panted heavily, the fear slowly escaping his expression. My heart thudded, pounded, in my chest. I swore that, if I didn’t have a rib cage, it would’ve jumped from my chest.

I rotated my body so that I could float on my back. Arvin mirrored my movements, floating beside me effortlessly. Peace and comfort washed over me as I stared at the star-lit sky. The waterfall echoed around us, waves crashing over the cliff. The moon twinkled in the sky, as though it was congratulating us on our bravery.

“That was…” he trailed off, kicking his foot.

“Yes, it was,” I finished. “But it’s only just begun, Arvin Russell. The first day of the rest of your life starts now.”

“If it’s with you, I can’t wait.”

Silence fell over us. Unanimously, we mustered the strength to swim to shore. When we walked out, the weight of the water dripping from my bodice weighed me down. I felt no anxiety as I unbuttoned my soaked shirt and let my skirt fall to the ground. At the same time, Arvin kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

It was tense, but in a good way. We plopped on the rocky ground and held hands. His hands were soft with wrinkles. I leaned my head on his firm shoulder. I often spent my days and nights like this; but never with someone else. Never with him. And that made all the difference.

We fell back on the grass.

“Do you… have places to be tomorrow?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Never. This, here, with you, is my home.”

“Then… can we stay here the rest of the night?”

“Of course, Arvin Russell. ‘Was already planning on it, boy.”

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missradon · 1 year

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I see a pattern.. And i dont know, if I like it..

#father stu #the thorn birds #devil all the time #young pope #jude law #richard chamberlain #robert pattinson #cody fern #priest kink #help help help

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Alone Together

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst, self-conscious/self-depreciating undertones, smut/unprotected sex.

“If you talked to her I guarantee that she’d take you up on any offer you gave her, sheriff.” She offered, “Tammy seems like a cunt, and for the most part she is, but she likes getting dicked down…and you look pent up.”

Lee frowned as he looked at Goddess, “ain’t you s’posed to be upstairs, girl?”

“I offered to cover the bar,” she frowned, “one of the girls has a regular that came in from a long business trip.”

Lee’s frown deepened, the line on his brow becoming more pronounced, “don’t answer my question…we all know how your cannibal gets when another man touches you.”

“Does that scare you sheriff?”

Lee rolled his eyes, “only a man with a death wish would take you up to a room that he pays for, kiddo.”

She slid Lee another beer, ignoring his last comment, “don’t think he gives me the time of day unless he’s trying to ‘build,’ his perfect little family with Ann.”

“Still doesn’t let you see the boys?”

“Last time I saw either of them was when they were born, Lee…and Brandon is eight while Michael is four…” she growled between a clenched jaw, “Ann gets to play happy little family while Brendan won’t buy out my contract because of her.”

“Thought he offered to buy you out after the first one you popped out for him…”

“H-he couldn’t afford me and my sister…” she sighed, “well…he wouldn’t buy her out…and I wasn’t just going to leave he-“

“She had no problem leaving you,” the sheriff scoffed as he took a long drag from the bottle, “heard after her little stunt Hansen pulled every string he had with Barnes and Rogers and high-tailed it out of the country with his little minx.”

“That’s different,” she said defensively, “Jen was gonna leave…I-I don’t blame her for what happened with Terry. She was at her wit’s end.”

“And what’s your excuse now then?”

She frowned, “wh-what do you mean?”

“Why you stickin’ round then if you ain’t got no reason?” he chuckled, “said doc’s building a family with kids you popped out, and I know they’re upstate in that little white picket fence house he probably promised ya…know the girl was one from here, and she’s already given him a whole leg. Been working on her arm. Wears long sleeves and gloves all the time and don’t have much range of motion on it.”

Her brow rose, “and how do you know that?”

Lee smirked, “I keep tabs, sweetheart…know which girls are free for the most part…just like I know why you haven’t left my side even though there are other men at the bar…”

Her eyes met his, for what felt like the first real time of the evening, “are you saying you’re interested, sheriff?”

“Who the hell you think picked up the bill when you told him to stop paying it, sweetheart?”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt his weight pressing further against her. Her moans were unbridled as the sheriff’s ass flexed, a heavy groan passing his lips as he twitched inside of her.

“Fuck!” he growled, hand immediately slamming into the wall. The heavy thud echoed in her mind as she pulled him closer, one thigh tightening around his waist, pulling him even closer, burying his cock all the way to the hilt in her already filled pussy, “fuck, that’s some pussy worth dying for right there…”

“He’s not gonna touch a hair on your head, sheriff!” she moaned against his throat, savoring the feeling of being wanted, even if it wasn’t by the man that she’d loved, “Brendan won’t touch you, Lee…”

“That a promise?” he chuckled, “we all know how the doc reacts…”

“Yeah,” she sighed, pulling her head from his throat. Her eyes trailed up his frame as she was reminded of his uniform from he scratchy polyester nipping at her skin. Her hands unwrapped from the sheriff’s neck and she reached down, sliding along the buttons, but not undoing them. She knew his golden rule, “sure you wanna stay dressed, sheriff?”

His eyes met hers and he ignored the question, “don’t need to be getting comfortable, Linds…”

She sighed, “don’t say my real name, Lee…it ruins the facade.”

“I ain’t calling you that one he made up,” he chuckled, removing his weight from her. He allowed her to slip back onto both feet, no longer supporting her weight between himself and the wall, “and anyways…didn’t say your full name like last time.”

“You do that again, and paying the bill or not, you’re losing all access to this, sheriff…”

“Oh I wouldn’t wanna do that,” he whispered huskily, his cock already bobbing back to life against her abdomen, “what you say we go for round two…I got a few more hours before I gotta be back at the station…”

“You saying you wanna stay the night, Lee?”

His eyes met hers for a moment, and she caught an air of nervousness in them. The sheriff never let his guard down. Had never stayed in her room before.

He shrugged, “would it be so bad if I did?”

“Depends on if you got your eyes on another girl…” she teased, knowing that he’d had a crush on one of the girls and had yet to speak to her, “what’d sweetpea think?”

He tensed up, a heavy breath leaving his lips as he pulled away from her. She reached across the desk and slipped her robe around herself while he tucked himself back into his uniform. With a grumble he reached to the desk and grabbed his leather jacket, muttering about ‘women ruining the moment and being bitches.’

But he stopped when she grabbed his arm, “Lee…”

“Always gotta go and ruin the moment,” he hissed, his jaw twitching, “just when we were going and having ourselves a nice time you gotta bring up sweetpea. I knew-“

“She likes you, Lee…” she sighed, shaking her head, “but she’s new and she isn’t going to approach you…she’s way too shy for that.”

“Now you’re just playing games with my head,” the sheriff grumbled, “bring me upstairs and let me put a load into your pussy then telling me about another girl that wants to play housewife. I ain’t your people eating doc, Lindsey Marie and I ain’t gonna be following in his footsteps.”

“I wasn’t telling you that be-“

“Shut up,” he growled, rushing towards her. He caught her jaw between his hands, and pressed her back to the wall. She felt her heart racing at the anger laced in the sheriff’s eyes, “now you listen here, girl. And you just shut up. If you don’t want my niceties that’s well and fine. I’ll move on to the next little slut, but you don’t go try pushing me off on another girl. You hear me.”

Her heartbeat thudded heavily in her ears.

She hadn’t seen that side of Lee before; only heard about it. But she instantly felt sorry for him, seeing the insecurity in his eyes, “Lee-“

“Shut up!” he hissed, tearing his hand and weight away from her. She watched as his jaw twitched once more and he turned towards the door, “you don’t wanna see me again, that’s fine…but don’t go throwing another girl to me like some sort of mercy trade. I’ll tell Barnes and Rogers I’m done with you…let you find another benefactor.”

“Lee…that wasn’t what I was say-“

But before another word left her mouth, the door slammed shut and she was left alone once more.

“So much for being alone together…” she sighed to herself, clutching the robe a little bit more.

#welcome to the dollhouse #lee bodecker #sebastian stan characters #devil all the time

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