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mavsstar · 1 year
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GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK
this is a sneak peak for you could be my daddy, um enjoy :D
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“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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qyllenhaal · 1 year
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Good Wives Club [11]
Lee Bodecker/Reader. Word Count: 10k || Spin-off to American Pie
Chapter Ten ✾ Chapter Twelve
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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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Need You (Part 28) (18+)
Lee Bodecker x f/Reader
WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy
Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @seattlemanboy 2nd gif @unearthlydust
Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.
Main Masterlist ♡ The Devil All the Time Masterlist ♡ Lee Bodecker Masterlist ♡ Need You Masterlist
Lee Bodecker's POV:
Every single time I left the house, I had two officers watching it. Wherever YN went, she had someone with her.
My officers took turns watching the house, even when I was home. I had to make life seem as normal as possible for Owen.
I didn't want him to be afraid as he has spent most of his life afraid, but he isn't a stupid child. He could see the police cars go by the house more and more.
He knew what men looked like when he has come by the Police Station plenty of times with YN, Ray and Don.
Owen even asked me about it when it was just us two, watching The Beverly Hillbillies.
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"Lee?"
"Yes, Owen?" My eyes still tuned onto the TV.
"Your cop friends are still here. Is it because of me?" Now my attention was fully on him. "Come here," I patted my knee and he sat down on it.
"I am just being safe. I know your Mom had some friends who I don't know, and I don't want them to show up when I am not home or for them to play a trick while we are sleeping."
"What type of trick?"
"Well, coming in and moving items around or taking something as a joke on us. So don't mind my friends being here."
"We should take them some lemonade," Owen said.
"I'll let YN know your wonderful idea and we will get the ingredients to make some."
YN came into the living room and found Owen sitting next to me on the couch, the two of us laughing at the antics of the Clampett family.
The next morning, I didn't have to go in early but I woke up to the delicious smell that is breakfast. My mouth watered at the smell of bacon as it cooked.
I made my way to the kitchen and saw that YN was just plating all the food. I wrapped my arms around her pregnant belly and pulled her back against my chest.
She gasped softly at the feeling of my half-hard cock poking into her lower back. "Good morning Mrs. Bodecker," I whispered in her ear as I nipped the lobe. "You are looking most beautiful my love."
"Well, Mr Bodecker, you are still tired if you think I look beautiful right now."
I unwrapped my arms from her and she didn't even look at me as she placed the food down on the table for the boys to eat. Don and Ray are going to just love throwing the scrambled eggs everywhere.
"Hey, hey, come here my love." I gripped her arm, but not tight. I pulled her close to me once more and placed my hand under her chin.
She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at me. "Tell me what is wrong Doll?"
"I just don't feel beautiful. This pregnancy is just draining me."
"You are as beautiful as the day I fell for you YN. Look, I'll have lunch and dinner delivered to you tonight and I will be home tomorrow."
"Lee, you shouldn't take off anymore work."
"I will be just fine. The townsfolk know you are pregnant and besides, this can help for the election as well, 'Sheriff Bodecker, family man,' I can see the headlines now."
"Thank you." I kissed her, trying to deepen the kiss but the sounds of little feet came running down the hall towards the table.
"Ewww."
"Eww, yourself Owen." YN teased as we took our spots at the table.
I kept my word and had food delivered to the house. Each and every time, YN would call thanking me.
I could hear how tired she was as the day went on and I wished I could have a babysitter watch the kids for a couple of hours so she could get a break, but there was no way in hell that would be happening right now.
But I could tell it was a long day when I came home and the living room was a mess. Tomorrow, Owen and I will clean up as I can see that it is his toys laying all over the place.
"Lee?" I heard from our bedroom. I walked quickly down the hall and stood at the door.
"Just me Doll. Go back to sleep. I am just gonna eat and then come and join you."
YN nodded and put her head back down on her pillow. I went and grabbed the plate she had put aside for me and sat at the kitchen table, eating.
I was so involved with my food that I didn't hear anyone enter the room. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I instantly jumped and pulled my gun from my holster as I stood and pointed it at a very bewildered YN.
"Shit, Lee. Put that thing away before you hurt somebody."
"Shit Gorgeous, I am so sorry. You just startled me as all." I placed the gun back in its holster and sat back down.
"You need to relax baby," YN said as started to massage my shoulders. I moaned as I took a bite of my burger. Her hands always felt good on my body, but even more so right now, trying to massage the stress away.
"Your hands feel wonderful love."
"Is that so? Maybe I should become a massage therapist." She teased, but just the thought of her hands on another persons body had me almost growling.
"Would you like a happy ending Daddy?"
The chair scrapped across the floor and I left my food on the table as I practically dragged YN back to our room.
If she wasn't pregnant, I would have picked her up and thrown her on our bed, but I just pointed to the bed and had her sit down.
I stood in front of her and she undid my buckle and pulled my pants and boxers down just far enough that she could take my cock in her mouth.
I had to bite my lip to keep my moans at bay as she bobbed her head up and down. I placed my hands on the back of her head, just letting her go at her own speed.
But I cried out when she suddenly took me all the way down her throat and moaned, making me cry out her name as I tried to stop myself from coming down her throat.
I put her hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulled her mouth from my cock. I groaned when I looked at her face. YN was breathing heavily, a long strand of silva was connected from my cock to her lips.
"I need you, love." I told her and I saw her pout as she ran her one hand up and down my thigh.
But then she placed her hand on my ass and I was pulled forward as she took my cock down her throat once more.
I wasn't expecting it and I groaned out her name as I came. My body felt like it was fire as she swallowed it all.
This time I had to step away from her and her beautiful mouth as she just kept sucking, wanting me to get hard once more.
"Lord YN, give me a moment to catch my breath." I was leaning against the wall now that was opposite our bed.
"Don't take too long Daddy, or I may just have to finish without you." I cocked my eyebrow as I was confused but then I saw her arm move.
Dear lord, she was fingering herself as she sucked me off. I felt myself twitch as I saw her play with herself.
I wrapped my own hand around my half-hard cock, and started to jerk it, needing it to be hard again because I refuse to have my wife finish on her fingers when I am standing right here.
"Daddy," I shuddered at the way how she said my name. "Lean back baby." I told her as I removed my clothes fully this around.
She did as I asked and scooted back just a bit. I stood between her spread legs. I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my waist.
I gripped my cock in my hand and rubbed it against her soaked pussy. I watched as her eyes fluttered and then she covered her mouth as I slammed into her.
My own mouth fell open once more at the feeling of her wrapped around me. I didn't waste any time though.
My pace was fast and brutal. The headboard was knocking against the wall and at that moment I wasn't scared about waking the kids or breaking said headboard.
Just taking my frustrations out on my wife, who was loving every single second of this. I can feel her pussy clenching tight around my cock.
By the end of the night, YN was fast asleep with my cum leaking out of her abused pussy. She was completely spent after coming and coming on my cock, and I too was asleep next to her, with a smile on my sleeping face.
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YN'S POV:
Lee kept his word and stayed home the following day. I woke up to an empty bed but I found him and Owen cleaning up the living room that had all of Owen's toys on every single surface.
We even spent the day out as a family, doing the same chores that I would of usually done with out Lee.
Like grocery shopping, take Lee's uniform to the dry cleaners. Take the kids to the park, but this time we had an onduty police office with us at all times.
Lee told me when he was going into the shower that Owen asked him about the cops being outside the house. So now, Owen just waves when he sees one.
But as we were just about to leave the park, the police officer came up to Lee and was talking really fast.
I watched as he got in car and drove off. I started to panic and Lee could see it on my face and body language.
"It's okay. He got called away. Something about an accident at the Miller household."
"Is everything okay? Do you have to go in?"
"I told him to call me if he needs me but we will be fine going home, love. We aren't far from the house and Oliver was on his way over.
So we packed up the kids and Owen was talking a mile minute it seemed, but as we got closer to the house, I noticed the front door kicked in.
"Lee," YN's voice was soft as she too noticed the front door. "You're not going in there alone." YN tried to say, but I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the gun I keep in there.
I was out of the car and already heading into our home. I felt sick when I saw the state of our home. Everything was ruined.
I didn't even have to go that far into the house to see the amount of damage they did. I heard footsteps behind me and a very recognisable voice calling out, "just me boss."
"Oliver, all hands on deck for this one," I called out from Owen's room. Looking at the massive note that was left on his wall, in what I am hoping is just red paint.
GIVE ME MY SON
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Can’t Get Enough Part 12
Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other? 
A/N: Another completed chapter? Who is she? This is the last full chapter that I’ve had written for over a year. Not sure where to go next. I really loved the beginning of this fic, now I’m just like meh. For real though. If anyone who originally read this fic, reads this next part thank you. Since I posted chapter 10 I’ve returned from a new job back to an old job, got a puppy, bought a house, moved again, gone through a major depressive episode, and now applied to return to college. It’s been a journey since I started writing Billie and I want to do her and Lee some justice. I also want to give a shout out to @kitty4860 who commented on on my masterlist for this fic a few months ago, telling me I should write professionally. Literal tears of joy, because that’s always been my secret dream. 
WC: 2.2k
Joy readily agreed to take Beth for the whole weekend. She said the pair should head up to Cincinnati and make a weekend of it. That way they could shop for furniture and have a couple of evenings to themselves. Billie was understandably nervous to leave Beth behind, but she was excited to get out of town for a couple of days. 
The pair arrived at their hotel late on Friday. They had stopped off for dinner on the way, but Lee convinced Billie to go out for a drink or two. Well, two drinks turned into— well, she had lost count. She was tipsy and giggly as Lee led her up to their room. She kept leaning against him, hardly able to stand upright. Lee chuckled at her antics. When he opened the door to the hotel, she flopped down on their bed. She breathed deeply for a moment, just a smile gracing her lovely features. She popped up quickly, leaning over to undo her shoes. Lee just stared at her. Completely enamored. She glanced up at him. 
“What?” She giggled. 
“Just looking,” he smirked, kicking off his own shoes and joining her on the bed. 
“And what are you looking?” She slurred. 
“Just my beautiful wife,” he answered. Billie blushed, but turned onto her side, one hand reaching over to cup his cheek. 
“So handsome,” she sighed, “All mine.” She wriggled her way into his arms. 
“Damn right,” he growled, “And you’re all mine.” One hand skated down her body until he could palm her ass. Billie leaned over him and kissed him deeply. She hadn’t kissed him like that since they were married. Tongues ran against each other, and Billie was breathing him in. Lee rolled her onto her back and caged her against the bed. He attacked her neck and chest with his kisses. He quickly pulled her dress off and lavished attention on her breasts. He wrestled her bra off of her and threw away from the bed carelessly. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and palmed the other breast. Billie was breathless, she arched into Lee and he used the movement to hold her closer. He moved his attention to the other breast. 
“Lee,” she gasped, “Please.” Lee looked up at her. 
“What baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he answered. 
“I need you, please,” she begged. Under normal circumstances, Lee loved when she begged for him. But she’d hardly been interested in sex at all for the last two months, so he was chomping at the bit. 
“I got you honey,” he grunted. He kissed down her body, until he was eye level with her heat. He quickly removed her underwear, before he dove into her. First he just laved his tongue against her clit, she started moaning. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her screaming for him before he even got his cock inside her. He moved so he could get his tongue inside her. He sucked her juices from her. God, she was sweet. Her hands moved down to rake through his hair. Lee was obsessed by her thick thighs, she was trying her hardest not to clench around his head. He couldn’t have that, he wrapped each of his arms around her thighs and pulled her into him. His palms resting on her mound. This position forced her thighs right next to his face. Practically suffocating him, but he relished it. 
With the new position, he had leverage to flick his tongue even deeper inside her. He could hear her moaning, barely holding back. He knew he’d be able to slide into her with no problem, but he wanted more. He replaced his tongue with three fingers, he focused on spelling the alphabet on her clit. He curled his fingers inside her. Then started pumping in and out of her vigorously. 
“Lee,” she moaned, “Oh baby, you feel so good.” 
“You gonna come for me, honey?” He teased. Billie looked down at him and nodded. He could see the desperate, wild look in her eye. She wanted, no, she needed to come. Lee doubled down on his movements, fingers fucking in and out of her, sucking her clit into his mouth. Her breaths started to become more high-pitched and her whole body tensed. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly. She threw her head back. Her hips lifted off the bed and she came with a breathless shout. Lee let up on her clit, but he was shocked by how wet his fingers were. 
“Look at you dripping all over me,” he smirked, pulling his fingers from her pussy, her juices covering the digits. 
“Lee, please,” she groaned. 
“I know, honey. I’m gonna fuck you real good,” he promised. He quickly removed his clothes and settled back between her thighs. He pushed inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion. He rolled his hips slowly against hers. Cock stretching her deeply. 
“So wet,” he hummed, “All this for me?” She nodded. His face went to the crook of her neck. He kissed her softly, her hands went to rake up and down his back, holding him to her. 
“Love you,” she whispered, pulling at the hair at the base of his neck. 
“Love you too.” Lee pulled back so he could look at her. He kept the same slow, deliberate pace. 
“So beautiful,” he murmured thoughtfully. Lee started to speed up a bit, Billie locked her ankles together, around his hips. 
“Oh, Lee,” she moaned, “You feel so good.” He captured her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply, and started to pound into her. He silenced her moans with his tongue. He wanted her to scream, but he didn’t want a noise complaint. 
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you honey?” Lee coaxed. Billie nodded quickly. 
“I want you to come for me again,” he demanded, “I wanna stuff you with my cum. You’ll be leaking me.” Billie let out a strangled sob. She was desperately trying to hold back from screaming. Lee reached down between the two of them and started playing with her clit. His thumb rubbing against her delicately. He could feel her thighs quaking around him, her back arching so her tits rubbed against his chest. 
“Lee,” she shrieked as she came. Her walls milked his cock just right, and Lee was quick to follow her. He came inside her with a grunt. After both came down from their highs, Lee surprised Billie by rolling them over. She lay still on his chest, catching her breath. He left his softening cock inside her. 
“Don’t move,” he sighed. He didn’t need to tell Billie twice, she contentedly cuddled into him. It took almost no time for her to start drifting off to sleep. 
The weekend was blissful. When they weren’t in bed they were out shopping. Billie was hesitant to spend money but Lee convinced her that some money needed to be spent on the house. Billie was comfortable buying a new set of dishes, a new set of pots and pans, and new bedding for Beth’s room. Lee was convinced that the entire house needed some changing. Billie dragged her feet. But Lee managed to coax her to pick out a new furniture set for the living room. The manager of the department store promised that the new furniture would be delivered in two weeks time. They returned home on Sunday evening, stopping at the farm to grab Beth. It was nearly Beth’s bedtime, but Lee and Billie had lost track of time in the city. Beth was so excited to see that her parents had bought her new bedding. As they pulled up to the house, Lee saw a man sitting on their front steps. 
The same man he blackmailed to mess with the brakes on John’s car. 
“Who’s that?” Billie asked. 
“I’m not sure,” he lied, “Take Beth inside and I’ll figure out what he wants.” Billie gripped Beth’s hand tightly as she pulled her into the house. 
“Sheriff Bodecker,” the man— Todd Williams— nodded. 
“How can I help you,” Lee narrowed his eyes. 
“I want to talk to you about that brake job. You said that it was a criminal. But he wasn’t. He was just some farmer. I killed a man, an innocent man,” Todd was rambling on. 
“Are you confessing?” Lee asked stoically, “Do I need take you down to the station?” 
“You told me—“ 
“Who’ll believe you? You fuck whores, you killed my wife’s father. Do you really expect anyone to believe that I set that up?” Lee was toe to toe with Todd. 
“Get the fuck out of here Todd. I would hate for you to have an accident and not be able to go home to that wife of yours.” Lee pushed Todd away. Todd proceeded to run to his car, looking back periodically at the sheriff. Lee burst into the house. He came face to face with Billie. A horrified look painted on her face. Tears brimming in her eyes. 
“Lee,” she whispered, shaking her head. 
“Put Beth to bed, now,” Lee growled. Billie stared at him for a moment. His hand came up to clutch at her throat. 
“I said now.” Billie scurried away, quickly pulling Beth into the bathroom. Lee followed. He liked watching his girls as Billie led Beth through her bedtime routine. To her credit, Billie hid her feelings well. She never let on to Beth how she was feeling. Lee joined the girls on the bed to read Beth a book. She liked to have two books read to her each night, one by each of her parents. 
“Goodnight mommy,” Beth yawned. 
“Goodnight baby, I love you,” Billie smiled as she kissed her daughter. 
“Love you too,” Beth murmured, “Goodnight daddy.” 
“Goodnight sweetie,” Lee said as he pulled the blankets up around Beth, “Sweet dreams. I love you.” 
“Sweet dreams. Love you!” Beth was quick to close her eyes. Lee pulled Billie out of the room and into theirs. He closed the door behind them. 
“Get on the bed,” Lee commanded, the doting father now gone. 
“No,” Billie spat, “Tell me the truth. Did you have that man kill my father?” 
“You left Billie. I didn’t know where you went. You told me that you lost the baby,” Lee was walking towards her, “That all happened because of John, he hit you. Made you leave. I would’ve taken you home that night, you never would’ve left if it was up to me. I would have married you the next day. We would have had Beth and other babies. You never would have met that piece of shit Larry.” 
“You were the one who wanted to tell my parents,” Billie accused, “If you hadn’t made me tell them that night my dad wouldn’t have reacted like that. I knew I had to marry you, but you couldn’t leave well enough alone. Did you really kill him?” Tears threatened to run down her face. 
“I had a couple of guys mess with his brakes,” Lee whispered. Billie slapped him. 
“You are a such a bastard, Lee,” she shrieked. She tried to hit him in the chest with her fists, but he was quick to grab her hands in his. 
“Stop fucking hitting me,” Lee wrestles Billie onto the bed. 
“You better keep quiet, we don’t want to wake up Beth,” Lee grumbled as he cages Billie under him.
“How could you do that?” She gasped, tears welling in her eyes. 
“I needed you,” he answered. 
“I’m angry at my father too, but how do you expect me to move past this?”
“Oh honey,” he chuckled darkly, “what are you going to do? Divorce me? Then what? Who would hire you? You can’t keep me from my daughter.” 
“I don’t want to divorce you Lee,” Billie whimpered, “I love you, but this—this just fucks with my head.” 
“Well, just forget about it then,” Lee said as he started kissing her neck, “I can help distract you.” 
“No, Lee. I don’t want to,” she said pushing him away. 
“You couldn’t keep your legs closed this whole weekend and now you want to stop?” He said with narrowed eyes, “You’re mine Billie. I take good care of you and Beth. I’ve been taking care of you since your piece of shit ex came to town and almost killed you. I’ve been patient.”
“I’m not a possession. You don’t get to decide everything!” 
“I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Didn’t I let you decide on all the new furniture for the house?”
“It’s not the same.” 
“I make the big decisions because you aren’t good at picking the right thing. You admit that leaving was a mistake, that lying about the miscarriage was a mistake, that Larry was a mistake. Those aren’t small, Billie. So, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You’re gonna keep your mouth shut. You’re gonna forget what you heard today. You’re gonna be my good little housewife,” he says as he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, “You’re gonna give me everything you promised me. More babies. You’re gonna help me with all the elections.” 
“Lee, please. You’re scaring me,” she whispered in terror. 
“Just take your clothes off, honey.” Billie trembled as she stripped off her dress, leaving her in a thin slip that was hardly modest. Lee pushed her backward onto the bed. 
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potatothots · 2 years
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Cherry Flavored Candy
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader/OC
Word Count: 3.4k
Edited by myself. Potatos are good at that...
Warnings: death (major and non-major characters), sex, humiliation, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, torture, blood, non-con, misogynism, sexism, bad backwards/hillbilly "Southern'' speech (I know how it sounds, I grew up with it, but it’s funny to write it)
Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 
[1]I like mythology. I also like making up my own.
She was pretty, in a natural way. Her hair looked like satin in the sunlight when she moved. It hung well past her shoulders. Every time he saw it braided he wanted to wrap it around his fist and use it as a leash. 
The town was small and backward. The weather is hot like the steam from a boiling pot. Lee traversed the aisles of the only grocers in town. It was a shit store: only the basic necessities like milk, butter, and bread. Maybe some vanilla ice cream if the freezers were working. His clothes were uncomfortable from the lack of a functioning air conditioner. Yet, he kept up a smile and nod as he passed people by and pretended to care about what he put in his basket. 
He wouldn’t eat it. He never did, unless it was candy. The food would end up spoiled in his trash and be taken away by the garbage pickup every Wednesday. Things like him needed other forms of nourishment - Lee’s favorite was lust and fear. Submission and acceptance. It was sweet like the candies he indulged in.
He kept his eyes on her while she rang up customers and chatted away. She was always smiling, and always had something nice to say. As saccharine as the cherry-flavored hard candy he was currently sucking on. His tongue fondled the sweet when he heard her laugh. He wanted to take her, her hair in his fist, and fuck her until she cried. Until she bled and came all over him. Until she gave herself to him and he could take every last bit of it. Lee wanted to be the only one she spoke to.
It had been half a year since he started watching her. He remembered the taste of her tears on the wind clear as day. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend. Something about him wanting to take their relationship further and her unsure if he was the one. Lee had heard them outside the church that Sunday. They might have been too quiet for the town to hear, but his ears picked up the sounds of her sobs clear as day. 
There was something profoundly satisfying about breaking hearts in the Lord’s house.
Lee made his way to the checkout. She was the only cashier, but the store had cleared out some by now. The smile she gave him made him smile. The time to take her was drawing near. 
“Hi, Sheriff Bodecker. How’re ya doin’ today?” she asks in her syrupy voice.
“Mighty fine, sweetheart,” Lee gave her his curated award-winning smile. One he used to win office and used to lure pure little things like her down his path. “But, I’ll tell you what,” he leaned closer to her, “Can’t wait for sundown. Need a reprieve from this heat.” 
She giggled at his comment and overly dramatic stage whisper. “Me and my friends were goin’ out to the creek this afternoon.”
“Oh really?” His eyebrow raised with the inquiry. “The one down past the cafe?”
She nodded, carefully placing his items into bags. 
“You know, as a boy, I used to hang out there on hot summer nights. A bunch o’us used to skinny dip.”
Her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed bright red. She looked up at him, guilt painted across her face like her bright, cherry red lipstick painted her lips. 
Lee chuckled. “Y’all ain’t the first ones to enjoy one of life’s simpler pleasures.”
“I…we-um…” Her little hands rushed to bag the rest of his groceries. 
He could see her nervously glance up at him through her lashes. The gears were churning in her head. The images must have been sinful with the way her blush seemed to burn itself onto her skin. He’d never seen her count money so fast for a sale. 
“Just be safe.” He purposely touched her hand when he took his bags. He could just feel her pulse, smell how dirty the thoughts in her head were. 
Lee gave her a wink before he left the store. Throwing his bags into the passenger’s seat, he groaned. He could see her stumbling through her next transaction through the large window. He had done so well with keeping himself in check. 
He started his patrol car and drove back to his house on the outskirts of town. Once inside, he threw the food - bags and all - into the refrigerator. Lee hurried up the stairs that led to his bathroom so he could shower. In the absence of any prying eyes, he took care of his throbbing member. He didn’t even have time to think of her. As soon as he started to fuck his hand he seemed to cum. A low growl left his throat as he pumped himself harshly. The hand not on his dick held him up as his spent splashed against the tiled wall and onto the floor below. 
Breathing heavily, he watched his cum mix with water and swirl down the drain. He blinked a few times to calm himself down. Lee was so close. He was itching in his skin to take her and get his fill. None of the whores he picked up could do more than sate his thirst - it was like trying to get drunk off non-alcoholic beer. He’d get hydrated, but that sugary bliss he craved was nowhere to be found. 
“Tonight, Lee. Tonight.” He mumbled to himself as he started to wash under the icy spray. 
The moon was beautiful where she sat high in the sky. A goddess’ pregnant belly exposed for the world to see. Lee looked up at her. He could feel her shining down on him. Even though the weather was no cooler than it had been during the day, the night brought an uneasy peace with it in the woods around town. Kids feared the dark, teenagers laughed at it, and parents thought they knew the dangers. Lee knew, from his thousands of years on this earth, that only the children and those with the gift knew the truth: Monsters are real. The shadows that slither through the trees and the branches that sway and creak in the wind are all signs that the dangers lurked. 
Lee was so horny it was pitiful. But, he had to time it right. Everything had to be perfect. Sacrifices were only useful if done correctly. 
He sat back on his haunches. The group of teenagers at the creek were all making too much noise to hear him, yet he gritted his teeth and was as quiet as possible. 
Changing was like being flayed over hot coals while alive. Lee grabbed onto his head with his clawed hands. With every breath, his head would pound. It, him, the real him was clawing its way out. Bones broke, skin stretched, and muscles moved into awkward positions as his body reorganized itself into his alternate form: a giant cougar with eyes a lustful blue and dark fur.
He paced around her warm body. His quiet steps leave heavy, feline-padded footprints around her body. A tiny gust of humid air stirs the sharp scent of fresh blood. His tongue darts out, tasting it and the remains of the hunt on his muzzle. The blood was syrupy sweet. A mixture of fear and pain with a hint of coppery tang.
It had been easy to take out the teenagers. Naked and playing in a muddy creek was only half of their disadvantage. Lee was a predator of the highest caliber, especially in his feline form. Cougar attacks were rare in reality, but he loved to fuck with towns until they believed there was a rogue mountain lion stalking them just out of their field of view. 
The town of Fuckin’twits was no different. After two “attacks” he’d found an unlucky drifter to turn into a lesser of his kind and blame him. Lee was able to keep the man in his panther form until the deceased body was disposed of. It took more energy than he wanted to expend, yet it was worth it. Lee was a hero. He also was able to gain followers. Everyone wants a slice of the power of an Old God once they see it. They’ll give everything up for it, too.
A groan caught his attention. His shimmering eyes, inky like the midnight sky, glanced over at the girl’s tiny form. She was regaining consciousness. 
“What?” She croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming. 
He was sure her lungs had to be burning with the amount of water and debris she’d been wrestled into. The shy, timid nature she put forth on a daily basis was a lie. Lee knew it. His little sweet was a fighter. He’d watch from a distance as she fought off her ex-boyfriend plenty of times when he wanted to take advantage of her. He’d seen her break an upper-classman’s nose with a single punch because he made a sexual comment to one of her friends at the diner. 
Lee settled into a sit while she tried to orientate herself. He’d dragged her miles away from the town. The spot he usually used for sacrifices wouldn’t be good enough for this one. The six months he’d been watching her he’d also spent making a private altar for this. 
“I…” her ragged voice caught in her throat when she saw him.
His head tilted as he inspected her. Her eyes, an always-open window to her soul, widened nearly comically. Her scrapped cheeks twitched like she was wanting to scream.
But, she didn’t. Lee was impressed. Even when he moved back to all fours and sauntered over to her, keenly aware of the blood still on his body, she didn’t scream. All that left her lips was a whimper. A tear followed. The smell of her confusion and distress leaked out from every pore of her body. 
As he got closer she moved back. He growled in warning. Her hands flew up in an attempt to pacify this large beast in front of her, but she was still scooting away. He couldn’t have that. His ears flattened against his head and he let out a louder growl. This time she screamed. It was high-pitched and too shrill for his sensitive ears. It felt like she was ripping a jagged tear in the air around him. 
He pounced, quickly knocking her petite body over with his massive form. Even human, Lee stood six feet and carried his bulk like any man with a hearty appetite for the finer things in life. She punched and kicked under him. His giant paws swatted at her, leaving more damage to her skin than she could ever do to him. The struggle between them finished when he latched onto the soft skin of her neck with his teeth. She stiffened, immediately going quiet except for a few sniffles and hagged breaths. 
He kept his hold on her tight enough to keep her compliant with a threat of death. His front paws rested against her shoulders. The very tips of his claws digging into her skin. The rest of him relaxed until he was laying almost all his weight on her. She tried to move again, but as soon as he flexed his jaw she stopped. The feel of her under him made his mind swirl with lust. He could easily take her now, in this form. He’d done it to other women in the past.
The tingling rays of power coming from the moon’s light reminded him of his mission. With a huff, he let go of her throat so he could lean back on his haunches. He needed to give himself room to change back into his human form. 
Pain shot through him for the second time that night. As he felt his body realigning he kept his eyes locked on hers. She was silent while she watched. The look on her face reminded him of the looks people give when seeing a nasty car wreck. Can’t look away, can’t school the disbelief and absolute curiosity off the face behind a fake mask. 
“S-sheriff?” she stuttered. “What’s going on? What are you?”
Her voice was so weak. He watched her naked body shake like the last leaf on a dead tree. The leaf knew what was coming, but it held on until the last bit of life withered up and died inside. He wondered if she knew what was going to happen. There was no acceptance in her eyes nor her scent, only a tremble not brought on by any cold on this sweltering night. 
Lee stretched. He could feel joints popping back into place as he did so. 
“I’m whatever ya want me t’be, honey,” he whispered, giving her a half-smile. “Be quiet and I promise it won’t hurt too much.”
He was achingly hard. She kept looking down at his crotch then back up at his face. 
She gulped. “I don’t want this.”
A laugh bubbled up from his chest. “Of course, ya don’t. Ya not supposed ta’.” He licked at his still sharp teeth. “Even a sinner would wish he stayed on the right path when crossed with this, even if that path is wrong.”
“What’re ya gonna do t’me?” As she spoke her hands curled around herself in an attempt to cover herself up. 
“Sweetheart, I’mma kill ya. I got a whole altar around ya for ya sacrifice.” He motioned to the simple circle he’d drawn out in the dirt around them. 
“No!”
As soon as the words left his mouth she jumped up. He let her take a few steps just to get that adrenaline up. Make her feel like she had a chance. On her fourth step, he pounced, slamming her to the ground. She made a pig-like squealing noise as she, once again, tried to fight back. Frustrated, Lee wrestled her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She kicked and screamed, forcing him to push all his weight against her. The feel of her sweaty, dirty skin against his own made him shiver. He rutted against her. His cock, dripping with precum, was slick and slid between them.  
Only, he couldn’t get any peace to finish with her insistent shrieking. His mouth found her throat and he bit down. He could feel her swallow, but otherwise, she refused to stay quiet. After warning her too many times already, he bit down. Hard. Blood rushed over his teeth. He was careful to not damage anything crucial, but her windpipe had to go. He let his teeth pierce it, almost completely crushing it with his bite. 
Her body froze. She took quick, panicked breaths. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry. Her eyes darted around before closing, forcing tears down her cheeks. Lee waited and watched as she settled down. His sweet, sweet girl was slowly losing her want to fight. Her need to survive was kicking in. He bumped his nose to hers. She looked at him. Her eyes were still bright - brighter in their wetness and shining in the moonlight. Yet, through the candy-flavored terror that flowed through her veins, he could still smell the sour taint of unacceptance. 
“You’ll learn t’bow down and praise me as every woman should do for her man. It ain’t that hard. I don’t even have ta break ya like a horse. You’ll do it naturally.” 
She made a noise, somewhere between a gurgle and a grunt. Her eyebrows furrowed together. Lee smirked, bumping her nose with his again. 
“Don’t cha worry. Killin’s first. Well…” he trailed off and rubbed himself against her. “Fuckin’, then killin’.” 
The confused expression didn’t leave her quickly paling face. 
“You’ll see.” 
Lee tucked his head in the crook of her shoulder. Whispering words in a language lost to time, he let the spell take hold. Her skin started to mend itself together. It was like frayed ends of fiber retwisting themselves together. He lapped at the blood that had bled out, making quick work of cleaning the skin he could reach while staying on top of her. 
Taking a look at the sky, he smiled at the moon. She smiled back. 
He turned his attention to the cherry-scented sweet under him. She was watching him closely, suspicion drawn all over her face. He’d healed her, but her windpipe was never going to work. The way she kept swallowing as if she’d feel something different, told him she knew it, too. He just smiled. 
Letting go of her wrists, his smile grew when she simply let them fall to her sides. He grabbed her thighs, adjusting them both so he could hold her down. Lee lined himself up and pushed his cock inside her cunt. He knew she was a virgin, but she was painfully tight around him. His human body was overly endowed, to show off what he could give to his lover. He didn’t think he’d ever get anything like this again. 
He looked up at her while she let out high-pitched whimpers. She could make little noises, but there was no more of her wretched screaming. This is how it should be. Seen, not heard.
He fucked into her like an animal in heat. He’d waited so long. Now, she was under him and taking his cock as a good woman should. Accepting the pain with the pleasure. 
She closed her eyes tightly. Her hands dug into the dirt. 
“Look at me,” he whispered, followed by a simple command spell. 
Her eyes shot open and found his immediately. They were glazed and heavy-lidded. If she was fighting how she felt with his cock so far inside her, her body wasn’t listening. She was keening, whimpering, tilting her hips towards him, and letting out little moans. 
Lee looked down between them. Red mixed with their slick painted the skin between them. The noises of him fucking her were the only sounds he could hear. This was bliss. 
He pushed her thighs close to her body. Lee leaned his weight forward to push himself deeper into her. She let out a muffled cry. He sped up. 
“Let go, sweetheart. It won’t be your last, but I promise on my heart they’ll be so much better next time.”
She bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head. He could do a lot with his magic, but no one could fully force a human to succumb to their passions. Lee had many tricks, however. He threw her legs over his shoulder, bending her small frame further. He grabbed her neck with one hand and held her tightly. 
Her eyes went wide and she panicked. She kept trying to suck breaths in. Her tiny hands even went to his wrist at her throat and clawed at it. The more she fought the more her body seemed to strangle his dick. He tightened his hold until he felt her thighs start to quiver. As soon as he let go of her neck she came with a wordless cry. Her fingers tightened around his wrist. She fucked herself against him, drawing out her pleasure. 
“Look at you. Your first fuck and your body already knows what it wants.” 
She shivered at his words. The act caused her to clench her pussy around him. Lee laughed and she frowned. He dipped one of his fingers in the wetness running down her taint. With scratching motions, he wrote symbols with it up the back of her leg. He didn’t need to look at it to know if it was correct. The moment the moonlight hit them they instantly dried.
“Accept it,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s easier this way.”
Lee slapped the painted skin and she yelped. Her head shook from side to side. She was almost growling with anger now. Lee let out a hearty laugh. Every time she tried to close her eyes to get away from his image, they opened to find his again. He alternated squeezing her throat and letting go. Her pussy walls constricted and pulsed around him. 
It was finally too much for him. Lee reached between them and rubbed her clit. When he released her throat she came again. His own ripped through him like he’d been struck by lightning. The muscles in his body tightened. A wave of nearly blackout pleasure washed over him, clouding his brain. He cursed in every language he knew as he spilled into her. 
As soon as he felt like his body was empty he pulled out of her and snapped her neck.
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whenmondaycomes · 2 years
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Full Name: Sherri Patricia Cox
Aliases: Sher
Kitten (by Lee)
Sugar (by Lee)
Date Of Birth: September 16, 1936
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Partner: Lee Bodecker (Soulmate/Boyfriend)
Occupation: Police Station Receptionist
Family: Diane Cox (Mother)
Sandy Henderson (née Bodecker) (Sister in Law) (Deceased)
Friends: Lee Bodecker (Best Friend/Love of Life)
Enemies: Anyone Who Threatens Her Man And/Or Offspring
Citizenship: 🇺🇸 America
Status: Alive
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navybrat817 · 11 months
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April Reading List
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Hey, lovelies! I haven't had much time to read and will add more as I can, but here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of April. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .
If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.
Love, thanks, and happy reading!
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Bucky Barnes x Reader
What's Up, Buck? by @late-to-the-party-81
Hope is a Dangerous Thing For a Woman Like Me to Have by @buckets-and-trees
Bandaged with Love by @jobean12-blog
SALT by @buckets-and-trees
Triage by @writing-for-marvel
Hello, Neighbor by @sunshine-on-my-mind
Burning Desperation by @rookthorne
Take Some More by @slyyywriting
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Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer
I Wanna Be Yours by @buckycuddlebuddy
Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
Pound the Alarm by @rookthorne
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Other Sebastian Stan Characters
God the Bounty Hunter x Reader
Call Out to Me by @mickeyhenrys
Lee Bodecker x Reader
Dead End by @shadeysprings
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Steve Rogers x Reader
Rewritten by @intrepidacious
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Other Chris Evans Characters
Ari Levinson x Reader
Stoned Sex by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Bad Moon Alphas by @biteofcherry
After Hours by @flordeamatista
Curtis Everett x Reader
Within the Shadows by @shadeysprings
Jake Jensen x Reader
Husband Material by @thornsnvultures
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Miscellaneous Characters
Blind Dates and Secrets by @alicewonderao3 (Dean Winchester x OFC)
Through the Eye by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (John Wick x Reader)
Trapped by @ironlady1993 (Tony Stark x Reader)
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March ⚓ February ⚓ January
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 139 & 140
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Welcome to Week 139 & 140
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Click HERE for past reading lists.
My Masterlist click HERE
Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ & header by me
If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.
I love you 3000 💜 Missy
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Made for Me - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​
Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​
Fitness - (Ari x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe
Shortcake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans
brooklyn baby - (Steve x OFC) - @marxeluni
A Real Prince Charming - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Secrets chapter 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Bedazzled- Chp 11 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen
If I Could Touch You - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer
Biker Bucky & Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight
Nobody can take your place - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
At Home Drill - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Two kings (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
A omega's taste - (Tony x Reader x Steve) - @ironlady1993
From Blue to Green - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn
Bedazzled Chp 12 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen
His Inheritance - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18
Highways & Heatstrokes Part 1 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn
Lightning in a Bottle - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz
New Rules - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Secrets Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Riding On - Chp 31 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes
Real Life Tasks With Ransom Day 1 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Saved - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604
Secret Sierra - Chp 3 - @lloydsbitch
Aurora - Part 3 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers
Best Friends Forever - Chp 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow
Collared part 6 - @spnexploration
Bedazzled - Chp 13 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen
Follow you home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Confessions - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe
Bedazzled - The Final Chapter! - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen
Marks - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
In the middle of the night - (Stucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81
The Dinner Guest - (Steve x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420
Two Kings (2) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld
In His Hands - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Design - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Pursuit - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty
Make You Feel My Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
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lunarbuck · 2 years
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☆ masterlist ☆
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updated october 12- my blog is 18+ and so are all of my fics!!
Welcome to my masterlist <3 Here you will find all of my fics!! They are separated by character, and as I write for new people I will add them here :)
All of my reader/yn fics purposefully do not describe the reader's appearance much so the reader can be ANY RACE and in most cases, ANY BODY TYPE
please let me know if you have any specific requests for something you'd like to see <3
my 2023 wip list | follow my library blog @lunarbucklibrary
read all individual warnings on posts before reading
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Bucky Barnes - The Winter Soldier
series masterlist
one shot masterlist
Popular Fics
This Must Be My Dream (bfb!bucky au)
Easy (bucky x f!avengers!reader)
What Once Was (Bucky Barnes x OFC)
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Sheriff Lee Bodecker
Layin' Down the Law (Lee Bodecker x f!reader)
Clothes. Off. Now
Kinktober: Thigh Riding
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Loki Laufeyson
Dance With The Devil (mafia!loki x f!reader)
Vampire!Loki Drabble
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Sam Wilson - Captain America
Naughty List (Sam Wilson x f!reader)
Are you wearing my shirt? (Sam Wilson x f!reader)
Kinktober: Phone Sex
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Steve Rogers - Captain America
Baby It's Cold Outside (Stuckyxf!reader)
Fever Pitch (Steve Rogers x f!reader)
In Our Element (college!stucky x f!reader)
Kinktober: Love Bites (Steve Rogers x f!reader)
Kinktober: Table/Threesome/Sensory Dep (Stucky x f!reader)
Kinktober: Double Penetration (Stucky x f!reader)
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Ari Levinson
Say My Name (soft dark!ari x f!reader)
Beach Day (dbf!ari x f!reader)
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Kinktober 2023
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Kinktober Master list
Day One- Good Boy Subby!Bucky x Reader (Mommy Kink and Edging)
Day Two - Wrap me up in your love Frank Castle x Reader, from It can’t rain all the time (Shibari and competence kink)
Day Three - A good ‘bad idea’ Mean Dom!Steve x Reader, from I love you then I hate you (Impact play and Bratting)
Day Four - Strangers in the night Unknown CE or SS character x Reader (Sensory Deprivation and Anonymous Sex)
Day Five - No work and all play Ransom x Reader (Dumbification and Free Use)
Day Six - Take everything you need Ari x Reader from Ari and his Angel series (Anal sex and Praise kink)
Day Seven - Run (You belong to me) Hulk x Reader from You, Me and the Other Guy (Primal play and Breeding kink)
Day Eight - Versatile Camboy! Sam x Reader from Whatta Man (Pegging and Mirror sex)
Day Nine - You and me, always Steve x Bucky (Oral sex and a Uniform fetish)
Day Ten - Can't fight the moonlight Werewolf! Ari x Reader (Cream Pie and Werewolf/Shifter)
Day Eleven - All for one, and one for all SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Triple Penetration and Aftercare)
Day Twelve - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 1 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Orgy and Sex Pollen)
Day Thirteen - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 2 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Size Kink and Bukkake)
Day Fourteen - Things that go bump in the night Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood & Nick Fowler x Reader (Gangbang and Clothing Disparity) DARK FIC
Day Fifteen - Once more, with feeling DBF! Steve x Reader from Like fireworks on the 4th July (Overstimulation and Sex Toys)
Day Sixteen - Trust in me Virgin Pre-Serum Steve x Vampire Bucky (Lingerie and Vampire)
Day Seventeen - Give you hell Lance Tucker x Reader (Hate Sex and Cum Marking)
Day Eighteen - I own you (body and soul) Loki x Reader (CNC x Dacraphilia)
Day Nineteen - Good girls get treats Daddy!Val x Puppy!Reader x Mommy!Nat from Good Pup (Pet Play and WLW)
Day Twenty - It's all about experience Peter Parker x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader (Cuckolding and Age Difference)
Day Twentyone - Tit for tat SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Voyeurism and JOI)
Day Twentytwo - Whatever he wants Mafia!Tony x Reader (Exhibitionism and Objectification)
Day Twentythree - Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my! Zemo x OFC! Marcy from Bad Kids (Knifeplay and Roleplay)
Day Twentyfour - Sex outside the bedroom Sam x Bucky, part of BBB22 (Leather and Frotting)
Day Twentyfive - Control Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Degradation and Omoroshi)
Day Twentysix - I was made for loving you Sam x Bucky, fits into my SamBucky Stories (Nipple play and Intercrural Sex)
Day Twentyseven - Food for thought Thor x Reader (Oral Fixation and Food play)
Day Twentyeight - Need you now Nomad Steve x Reader (A/B/O and Biting)
Day Twentynine - Her Master's voice Loki x Reader (High Protocol D/S and Collaring)
Day Thirty - To sleep, perchance to dream Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom (Somnophilia and Tentacle Sex)
Day Thirtyone - Very, very frightening Sex Worker Thor x Reader, from Thunderbolts and Lightning (Electroplay andSafeword usage)
Tagging some beauts: @sidepartskinnyjeans @christywantspizza @yarnforbrains @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @lunarbuckv @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @poppunksnowwhite @summerofsnowflakes @tuiccim @bucky-barnes-diaries
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adulting-sucks · 2 years
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Chapter 6 of The Neighborhood Series
Summary: You’re finally home with Lee; Bucky and Ghost connect
Soft dark Lee Bodecker x Reader; Soft dark Bucky Barnes x Ofc Ghost
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Warning: This is dark. Do not read if you are not into that. Smut so 18+ only. Angst and fluff; dub-con due to how reader and Lee started
You slowly opened your eyes, not knowing exactly where you were or how long you’d been out. You panicked suddenly, remembering your encounter on the street, unsure if you were home or if they’d taken you. It was a blur, but the fear was still deeply buried in your mind. You screamed when you felt a hand touch your cheek, trying to move back as quickly as possible. It took you a minute to remember how that day had ended, that you were safe.
“Hey, hey, calm down. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” you heard Lee calmly whisper into your hair as he caressed your cheek while placing small and delicate kisses on top of your head. Lee just held you, waiting for you to realize you were safe.
You gripped his wrist, letting the tears stream down your face, the exhaustion from fear and pain finally catching up to you. Lee held you as you cried, sobs making your entire body shake. He knew the outpouring of emotions from you meant you weren’t scared of him, meant that you knew it was over and you were home. You finally knew the depth of his love for you, and maybe this would be the catalyst you needed to fully accept that your life was now forever mixed with his, your bond so strong nothing could tear you apart.
“I was so scared, I just wanted to come home and be your good girl,” you repeated over and over, rocking yourself to quell your anxiety. Lee picked you up, sat on the bed with his back against the wall, and gently placed you on his lap. He feathered kisses all over your face and neck, wiping away your tears as he went.
“You are my best girl, you are my Dollface. I love you so much, and I will always protect you,” Lee replied, still holding you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you the best he could. Your tears broke his heart and made his hate for Freezy grow fiercely.
“What did I do to make him mad? I won’t do it again,” you whimpered as you nuzzled your face in Lee’s neck, your tears and sobs slowly fading. You wrapped your arms around his sides making his heart race.
“Shhhh, honey. It wasn’t you. He was mad at me, but we worked it out. You’re mine and mine alone, understand? It’s just you and me from now on, and I will protect you with my last breath,” Lee promised, making you look at him to see his love and sincerity. You nodded your head, finally accepting this man. He saved you, he worshipped you, he put you above everyone else, including his brother. You knew you would never be alone again.
You stared at Lee, your eyes moving between his steel blues and his perfect lips. You felt your breath hitch as you saw the look of desire cross his face, making you grow so wet. No one had ever had this effect on you before, and you now knew no one ever would. Lee was the only one to make you feel this way, the only one you would ever allow to touch you again.
You leaned in, placing a tentative kiss on his lips before closing your eyes and surrendering to him, surrendering to your feelings. You deepened the kiss, allowing him access to you, his tongue finding its way in. He moved one hand behind your head, entangling his hand in your hair.
You pulled away, breathless, your eyes truly seeing him for the first time. He placed his forehead on yours, making you feel more safe and secure in his arms. He started kissing down your jaw, stopping to nibble on your earlobe before moving down your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him more access and room to work with, your moans filling the space around you.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” Lee said, waiting for you to allow him this pleasure. He didn’t want to push you too fast or far after what just occurred. You nodded, allowing him to lay you gently on your back.
His eyes were black, all semblance of any color hidden beneath his stare as he drank in the sight of you. Your lips were red and swollen, your neck littered with bites and bruises, your chest heaving. He slowly removed your shirt, immediately sucking on your nipple while his hand pinched and rolled the other. You arched your back, needing to be even closer to him, the pleasure from being so sensitive shooting straight to your drenched cunt.
He alternated from one nipple to the other, both always being played with either by mouth or hand. He started to kiss his way down your stomach to the waistband of your leggings, his fingers sliding under to allow him access to where you both wanted him to be. He pulled your leggings down, throwing them on the floor.
He started kissing inside your thigh, moving his lips directly over your pussy before kissing the other thigh, chuckling when he heard your groan of frustration.
“Look at me, Dollface. You’re going to watch me enjoy every second of your pussy,” he commanded, waiting until you followed his command before he moved. Once you locked eyes, he dove in as if his mouth was suddenly possessed, eating you with a near feral energy. He licked up and down your lips, then made his way back up, stopping to attach himself to your clit. You moaned, pulling his face closer by his hair. He replaced his lips with his thumb, pressure soft and steady as he stabbed into your weeping hole. As you tipped over the edge, he hungrily lapped up every last drop, working you through the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. You would have been embarrassed at how fast he made you cum, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less.
He slowly made his way back up, kissing a path until he reached your mouth, the taste of yourself overtaking everything. You were so dizzy and blissed out, you didn’t realize he had even undressed until you felt the thick tip of his rock hard cock pressed against your entrance.
He kissed you deeply as he pushed into you in one stroke, primal in his need to claim you, to show you who you belonged to. He started fucking you hard, holding your legs over his arms as his hands grasped your hips. You knew your hips would be bruised, but it wouldn’t matter since you probably wouldn’t be able to walk anyhow. He brought one hand up to your neck, lightly squeezing.
“Let go, honey. I feel you close, just let go. Let your cunt squeeze me until I’m empty,” he told you, releasing your neck and fucking you so hard, the only sound was skin slapping skin. You felt yourself fall once again, this time soaking his cock and all of the sheets under you. Your vision blanked for a moment, not returning until you felt his cum spurt deep inside.
Lee rolled over, still keeping his cock firmly sheathed in your cunt, holding you as if you were the most precious person. And to him, you were.
“I love you,” you whispered before closing your eyes, your body deliciously sore, your mind blank. Every feeling, every doubt you had was washed away, replaced by the love Lee had for you.
“I love you too,” he replied, placing small kisses on the top of your head. He rubbed up and down your back, soothing you simply with his touch. “Oh, by the way, you’ll have a roommate joining you tomorrow. Bucky found his one, but she was hurt. He’s having her checked out, then he’ll bring her down.”
Lee felt your body immediately tense up at the mention of his brother. He held you tight, still soothing you while he whispered his words of protection. You weren’t sure how seeing Bucky would go, but you didn’t want to upset Lee.
“Will we be sisters?” you asked shyly, still wary but trying to make the effort for your love.
“I hope so, Dollface. Now, get some sleep,” he replied, moving to place you on the bed. The panic was immediate and intense, hitting the minute he was no longer touching you.
“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. Please, stay with me. Please. You said you would protect me,” you said as you clawed at the bed to pull him back. He saw the fear and anxiety replace the peace you had just moments before, and he knew you needed him. He layed back down, moving you so your head was on his chest. He pulled the blanket up, rubbing your back and giving you small kisses of reassurance until he heard your breath even out. Once he was sure you were asleep, only then did he allow himself to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion he also suffered.
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Ghost slowly regained consciousness, pulled from her sleep by distorted voices. She slowly turned her head, trying to open her eyes, however they weren’t cooperating. When she was finally able to pry them open, she saw Bucky and another man in the corner of the room.
“She’s got three broken ribs, one of which almost punctured her lung. She’s also suffered a fractured orbital bone, which we’ll need to watch to see if she’ll need surgery. Here are pain meds and antibiotics for her. Don’t wrap the ribs, it will slow the healing time and make it harder for her to breathe. Watch for any signs of concussion, bring her back to the clinic in a week for some follow up x-rays,” a tall man instructed, handing two pill bottles to Bucky.
“Thank you, Fowler. I owe you,” Bucky replied. Ghost saw the relief on his face when the doc told him she would be fine. Her heart sped up, a feeling of something she had never experienced before overwhelming her. It was joy, and never had anyone made her feel this way. Bucky turned toward her, a smile overtaking his face, and she swore it was the most beautiful sight she had ever laid eyes on.
“Hey, my little one,” he cooed, walking over to her as the man he called Fowler turned to face her. “This is Dr. Nick Fowler, he’s been taking care of you.” Bucky grabbed her hand as she turned her head to Dr. Fowler. He pulled his penlight from his pocket, asking questions while checking her vitals.
“Do you know what year it is? Do you know your name? Do you know who the president is? Do you know what state you’re in? Count to five for me. Follow the light.”
She answered all questions and followed all commands to his satisfaction, suddenly happy for the beating Ari had given her, even if his sadistic ass had gone overboard. Nick Fowler was the go to doctor for the underground hitmen group, and although he had treated her once or twice before, he didn’t recognize her with the amount of trauma she had suffered. He also got paid very well not to remember his more under the radar patients.
“Come on, little one. We’re going home now,” Bucky said as he grabbed her arm to help her up. Home. She was going home with the man she loved. Nothing had ever come close to this feeling, and she couldn’t help the small smile that escaped. She would need to figure out how to deal with her jealousy when she arrived as she wouldn’t be able to handle it the way she preferred. It wasn’t your fault she was jealous. No, she would learn to at least like you since she would have to coexist with you and Lee.
As Ghost walked, leaning on Bucky for support, she let her mind wander. She couldn’t help but think maybe, just maybe, everything she had survived had led her to this very moment.
Bucky watched her carefully, not missing the internal conversation she was having, each emotion crossing her face. He didn’t know why, but he was instantly protective over her. She didn’t need it, he saw that written all over her. She had a strength which couldn’t be hidden. Now he just had to give her time to open up and be honest with him.
When they reached the house, Bucky took Ghost to his room immediately, heading into his bathroom to start a hot bath. Once the tub was filled, he returned to his room, swept her up in his arms, and carried her to the tub. He slowly and carefully undressed her, his eyes hardening at the bruises formed over her ribs and abdomen. He would kill Levinson, and anyone else involved in this. He didn’t care, fuck the rules.
Ghost watched his face apprehensively, worried when she saw the anger flare. The minute he met her eyes, he immediately softened and watched her with nothing but admiration and affection. He gently placed her in the hot bath, removing his shirt to keep from getting soaked as he helped clean her.
“I know you didn’t wander here by mistake, this neighborhood is basically non existent unless you’re looking for it. I also know you’re not helpless, and this beating was nothing new to you,” Bucky said, gently washing her back. She looked at him, terrified of what would happen if he rejected her. “I won’t force you to talk, not until you’re ready,” he continued softly, still massaging her skin with the soap. “I want to keep you,” he admitted, turning her face to his so she could see the truth.
Ghost looked up, staring into a face filled with so much hope and apprehension, not sure if she could believe her ears. She saw nothing but the truth, this man laid bare in front of her. She reached out and caressed his cheek, smiling when Bucky leaned his face into her touch. She should have known he was too smart. The fact that he still wanted her, even though she lied? It was more than she had hoped for.
“Not tonight. Please, tonight, just hold me. I promise to tell you everything tomorrow. Tonight, I just need to feel you,” Ghost whispered, tears starting to fall. She had never cried real tears before, only ever crying on demand for a job. This was so new, and she wasn’t sure she liked the vulnerability. As if he could sense her sudden shift, he gently kissed her, soft and slow, full of whatever she needed. She couldn’t find the words to describe it except it’s what she needed.
Bucky gently lifted her from the tub, carried her back to his room where he dressed her in one of his long sleeve shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs. He handed her two of her pain pills and the dose of antibiotics she was to take, along with a bottle of water. Once she had taken everything, he laid her down, moving behind her. He waited for her to take the lead, to find what position she was most comfortable in. She turned on the side that didn’t have the broken ribs, laying her head on his chest, and placing her leg over his.
He settled his arm around her, rubbing his hand up and down her back and arm, a comfortable silence taking over. He never was one for words, and neither was Ghost. Everything that needed to be conveyed between them had been done through touch and looks. As she listened to the steady beat of his heart, she allowed the medication to take her under. Bucky stayed absolutely still, not wanting to disturb her at all. He finally fell asleep, feeling better and whole, something he had never actually felt before.
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mavsstar · 2 years
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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?
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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 [8]
Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 6.4k
Spin-off to American Pie
Chapter Seven || Chapter Nine
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, mentions of death, loss, angst, marital abuse (nothing too violent but still DV), smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), unprotected sex, cockwarming.
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Lee managed to get out of the house before Florence woke up. He was still tired from being out late last night, but it was worth it. He couldn't stop imagining Y/n's soft hand around him and jerking him off. It left him distracted for the entire day and wondering when they'd be able to do something like that again. He was feeling like a horny teenager again. But, Lee knows it's not going to be that easy, especially since the news regarding Y/n's mother-in-law. He was worried about her seeing that her husband didn't seem to give a damn about her. Y/n was obviously hurt last night. Lee is not that good at comforting people, even if it's a woman he cares about, but he takes the way she talked to him last night as a good thing. She wasn't scared or worried about being caught since they were far away from Brewer Heights. If he had it his way, he would have gone home with her that night and kept her company.
He rode by her house after leaving the station. The light was on in the living room, but her husband's car wasn't there. Lee kept going, deciding it was best to just go home until he got to the stop sign and made the snap decision to ride around the block to circle back to her house. He hopes Lou won't show up tonight, at least not while he's here.
Y/n answered the door in the same clothes she wore last night. She looked tired, like she hasn't had an inch of sleep. He can see the lines of worry deep in her face. Lou must've not come home yet.
"Can I come in?"
Y/n nods and steps to the side to give him the space to walk in.
Lee is being very cautious with her in this fragile state. He's almost a little bit stiff just standing in the middle of her living room. He feels like an intruder in her home, and now he knows how she must feel when she comes over.
"Lou not here?"
"No. He's still at the house. He called me today...told me that they're moving quickly with funeral plans."
Lee nods, not knowing completely what to say. He wishes he could be better at these types of things, especially since Y/n needs the comfort right now. But, he is able to be there for her physically which is already better than what her husband is doing.
"Are you alright? Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat?"
"I'm fine Lee," she says with a bit of a laugh in her voice. It's funny yet cute to watch him care for her like this. "Believe it or not, but Suzy came over and brought some food. Your wife has yet to show her face, but she did call."
Lee has spent more time with Y/n in the last 24 hours than he has with his own wife. He prefers it that way even though the circumstances that cause this are unfortunate. He hasn't spent this much time with Y/n in years, and it's very different than it was those years ago. He was just poking at her when he would call her a "little girl" because she's not. It is glaringly obvious that the person she is today wouldn't fall for half the shit he put her through years ago. It's sobering to realize that.
However, one thing remains constant and that is that Y/n is vulnerable; she always has been and she always will be. She had to delude herself into believing that she needed Lee back then, but now she feels like she has a choice and her choice is Lee. She'd chosen him over and over again. She feels shameful for realizing that in the wake of her mother-in-law dying. The loss is doing a number on Y/n. The woman died thinking that Y/n is truly in love with her son, but she's seeking another man's comfort to mourn her loss.
"You should leave," she says suddenly.
Lee stiffens as her words. He wants to protest against her wish and force her to let him stay, but he doesn't have it in him to be so mean to her right now. She looks like she's barely gotten any sleep and the lines in her face are very prominent. He sighs before walking towards the door. He gives her one last look and she's not looking at him -- he knows what that means.
"If you need anything, call me, please?"
He sounded like he was hurt. It's not like him to ask for things politely and the 'please' struck Y/n in the worst way possible. She can't handle being guilty anymore. She turns her head away so he doesn't see her cry. If she began to cry in front of him then he would use that as a reason to stay. Instead she shielded herself and her shame from him until he left. The door opened for just a few seconds but it let in a rush of cold air. It closes soon after, leaving Y/n alone.
-
Y/n was too preoccupied with the usurp of her regular life to keep her ear open to town gossip. If she did though she would know that the rift between Lee and his wife is becoming a very real thing and known to the people in town.
Florence is respected, but she's not being gossiped about, especially since she's not the nicest woman around. Some people said she was reaping what she sowed and that karma finally got her ass. Only a handful of people feel bad for her, and one of those people is Y/n.
She was at the store getting some groceries to make a soup her mother-in-law had taught her. Lou had come home the day after Lee last came over. He looked tired and hungry and she wanted to comfort him by providing him with something the woman who raised him used to make for him. The barley soup became such a comfort food for her when Y/n joined the family. She was gathering recipes when she overheard some women talking. She would usually ignore it, but the names 'Flo' and 'Lee' instantly caught her attention. Y/n hasn't seen or talked to Lee since that day he came over. She feels a little bit bad for how she abruptly kicked him off, but she felt it was necessary to do so.
"She was screaming at him -- I mean screaming. Ellen from the shop lives next door to them and heard it all. She said Lee was making much of an argument for himself and he was barely speaking, so he must be guilty."
Y/n stood there idly for a good minute before someone politely asked her to move. She felt like an idiot when she realized she was just standing there to listen to gossip about people she knew. Both Lee and Florence are only a phone call away, but Y/n doubts either of them will tell her what the argument was about. Lee never liked to tell Y/n the contents of his arguments with Florence although he always complained about them and how frequent they were.
What could Florence be so mad at Lee about that her screams were heard by the neighbor?
Of course the first thing Y/n considered was Florence possibly finding out about them. However, there would be no way Florence wouldn't spread that around town in just a matter of hours. Everyone would be looking at her as if she was wearing the scarlet letter, and those women’s conversations wouldn't have been so vague. Whatever the argument is about, it's not Y/n's problem right now. Her concern is on her husband and the family.
Lou didn't say much to her when he came home, he just told her the family's plans for the funeral and the cause of death. Anne Morgan passed away peacefully in her sleep next to her husband of over 50 years. It should give both Y/n and Lou peace that she died of natural causes and not in any pain, but the family matriarch being gone is not digestible. She died before she could have a grandchild or two from her only son. She leaves behind her husband, three children, and three grandchildren. No one expected her to pass away before Lou's father did. She seemed to be in good health and was still active around the house and her beloved garden. Y/n wondered who would take care of the garden now. His father certainly won't and his sisters don't live in town. Y/n is not good at gardening, but she'll read a thousand books to keep those flowers alive.
She has such a strong attachment to Lou's family despite the love in their marriage being nonexistent most of the time. They were truly her family. His sisters were so kind to her and welcoming. It was hard to see them leave town, but they have their own husbands and lives to tend to. They would talk on the phone from time to time but those calls became less frequent once they expanded their own families. Y/n hasn't seen or talked to them in a few months, but she'll see them soon. It's unfortunate that they have to be brought together under these circumstances.
In a weird way, going out with Florence and Suzy was like being around her sister-in-laws, albeit a more shallow and gossip-centered version of her sister-in-laws. It was more about them being two women to occupy her time rather than a real bond. Y/n was lonely and at the time the only person who could give her comfort was not completely within her reach.
Days began to go by and the icing out was becoming increasingly obvious from both her husband and her "friends." Florence has called Y/n or made any attempts to reach out to her. Hell, even Susie has called her more than Florence, but eventually those calls began to dry up. Susie is stuck under Florence's rule that she has no backbone or wherewithal to stand up for herself. She can't even call Y/n which Florence wouldn't even know about. Florence is well-liked and known because of her husband's position, and Susie is not the type of person that would be able to withstand being ostracized. The lack of communication from them makes Y/n believe that that fight between Florence and Lee was about her. Maybe someone saw Lee come over or they saw Y/n get into his cruiser that one night. But it's so hard to gauge because no one looks at her like she's a harlot. She can't help but think about it for most of her day, even as the funeral approaches.
That shouldn't be her main concern though. She has her own marital problems to deal with yet she's desperate to know where she stands with both Florence and Lee.
They held the funeral on the Saturday after Anne's passing. There were faces that Y/n had never seen before, people coming up to Lou and giving him their condolences. She stood by her husband's side, holding his hand as tightly as possible, but it felt like she was somehow alone. He was like a rock. Lou was never good with emotions, but Y/n expected to see something when they closed his mother's casket, but not a single thing flashed on his face. Y/n wondered what he thought, but she didn't ask in fear of him lashing out at her.
He's becoming angrier since it happened. Now that his mother is gone he is going to have to reckon with his father's health declining too. The stress of uncertainty makes him angry. When he's stressed because of a long day at work he is just quiet. Y/n oddly misses that quietness because it's better than the chaos brewing inside of him. Her husband quietly changed before her eyes. His mother's death isn't making him somber or want to be alone like Y/n expected from her often brooding husband. There has been an increase of empty bottles of rum and whiskey in the house. She even found a bottle of moonshine which was very out of character for her husband. He wasn't drinking around her, but she knows he's drinking a lot.
Y/n was just hoping that the weight of planning a parent's funeral is what was driving him to drink. He'll never get over the grief, but she expected that laying Anne to rest would give him some sort of closure. It had for Y/n, but she was stupid to assume her husband was anything like her.
Lou has been getting drunk for days and days after the funeral. He nearly ruined their Thanksgiving with his behavior, arguing with his sister's about past mistakes before his father had to shut him down. It seems that Ed is the only person who can get through to his hard-headed son. But, he cannot always be there to placate Lou. He can't go home with them to keep his son from yelling at his wife and taking his anger out on her. Y/n has never seen such rage from someone she knows. He drinks and gets angry at her as if all of this is her fault.
She could maybe withstand this if she could at least see Lee. Even a peak of him at the store would be something. But everything has been so quiet. It felt like the calm before a nasty storm. The stillness got to her so much that it felt like torture.
What felt like the longest November of her life finally ended and it was the first week of December. The holidays are not going to be easy this year at all, but Y/n has to brave it.
Lou ranges from being despondent to being angry multiple times a day, so hot and so cold. It's a miracle that he's able to get up for work and not cause problems there, but going into the pharmacy during the early morning hours is like muscle memory at this point for him.
Y/n would rather him be there then at home. When he's at home he's just outright mean. All his frustration, hurt, and anger is taken out on her. All the progress she had made with him had been wiped out in a matter of seconds.
"Why did you make a pot roast?"
"You told me to Lou, don't you remember?"
He didn't. He told her the night before he wanted his dinner ready for him by the time he got home. He had specifically told her to make a pot roast from a recipe clipping from his sister. Y/n remembers it clearly but her husband is experiencing brain fog. When he gets confused he gets angry for no rational reason.
"Do you think I'm fucking stupid? I'm not eating that shit," he drops the plate into the sink, causing a loud bang of the plate and silverware.
Y/n flinches and her gut instinct is to push out a small 'sorry'. She's afraid that speaking will make it worse but showing remorse usually placates Lou. He huffs and steps closer to her. He's only been home for 30 minutes but he smells like alcohol. The smell is enough to make Y/n dizzy but her husband has her cornered, pinned against the counter.
The phone begins to ring and Y/n thinks that it's going to be what saves her from this moment, but Lou lets it keep ringing.
"What if that's your dad? What if he needs you?" Y/n asks in a panic. Her mentioning Ed doesn't help at all.
Lou roughly grabs her wrist which forces her to look him square in the eyes. He was mean, but he had never physically touched her like this. Y/n was in a state of shock, unable to move or speak, she just stands there looking stupid. This is not the first time she's been handled roughly by a man, even Lee has done that to her as some point, but Lou is her husband.
"You're a bitch Y/n," he spits at her. He believes she's trying to strike a nerve with him even though that is not fully her intention. She is just trying to bring her husband back to this reality with her. Having so much anger isn't going to make the family situation worse, in fact it's going to make things worse. His sisters' are not going to want to come around and his father is going to be ashamed of his only son.
Y/n cowers away from him and tries to pull out of his grasp but her efforts are futile. She isn't free until Lou decides to let her go. She quickly turns around so she doesn't have to face him. Tears well in her eyes and she sniffles to prevent her nose from running. Lou doesn't say anything as he has not come to his senses, and he may never do so. He doesn't apologize, just slinks out of the room without a sound. His apathy was one thing but Y/n can't handle the possibility of being a battered wife. She makes up her mind right there that she's going to get out of this no matter how hard it is.
-
The coloring of the ceiling does not match the color of the walls. The walls are pure white while the ceiling is an off-white color. Y/n doesn't care about it whatsoever but she zeros in on it to try to calm herself.
She's been trying to fall asleep for over an hour but her body is rejecting rest. She's on edge sleeping next to her husband. Lou is knocked, snoring peacefully without a worry in the world. Y/n looks over to him and so much resentment fills up inside of her. She wishes she had the conviction to grab the pillow beneath her head and smother him with it. Her violent thoughts had only been reserved for men who tried to take advantage and hurt her when she was working -- never did she think she would think this way about the man she married. She often daydreamed about what type of man she would marry. She ignored the words of patrons saying she's "damaged goods" just like every other woman here. She imagined a man who wasn't from here or at least didn't care about what she did to simply make a living.
She was foolish to think that Lou was that person. He was so different in the beginning, so kind, but she's long realized that it was a farce to just have a wife. Lou was approaching his late 20s when he met and most of his peers were married with a child or two. He felt left out and picked the first woman he laid eyes upon to be his. Y/n can't help but wonder if she had Florence's background and was more like her from the beginning if her husband would have been so cold, or would even a woman like Florence be shut out?
Trying to sleep when she's so on edge is pointless. She rolls out of bed and quietly exits the room. She can always sleep on the couch, something she has done before. She walks to the kitchen first. Her throat is so dry and she needs a glass of water. Her eyes flash to the telephone while walking to the refrigerator. Lee is just one phone call away. It's a little past midnight so her only option would be to call the station. Usually she would hesitate to try to reach him, but not tonight. She hears his voice in her head telling her to call him whenever she needs him. She needs him desperately.
She grabs the phone and dials the number to Lee's office. She remembers it by heart; it's hard to forget. It rings for longer than Y/n would like it to. It's a fifty chance that he's at work right now. It's a clear night and snow has yet to hit the ground so he could be out riding around.
"Hello?"
"Lee."
Lee should've known it was going to be her. No one else would directly call his office at this time of night. A smirk unknowingly spreads across his face as he hears that voice. He's kept his distance due to the difficult time, but he knew he wouldn't have to wait too long.
"Come and get me."
Her hastiness worried him a little bit, "is everything okay?"
"Yes. I just don't want to be here -- I want to be with you. Can you come and get me?"
Lee wasn't going to ask her any more questions. She was calling him to come and get her and that's all he cared about.
"Be on the lookout. I'll be there in 20 minutes."
Lee made it his mission to get there in less than the expected time. He turned his headlights off as he turned down her street. Him being here at this time of night would be way too suspicious. He can't get caught when Florence is already on his ass. She discovered that he wasn't at work that night like he had told her. She ran into one of his deputies' at the store and he had mentioned not seeing Lee that night. Lee told her that the deputy came in after him and that's why he didn't see Lee. It was an obvious lie, but after a few minutes of screaming it seems like Florence bought it. He was increasingly caring less and less about getting caught. Well, he at least doesn't care about the consequences for himself because there are none. Things would be significantly harder for Y/n if they get caught which is why his headlights are off as he parks in their driveway.
Y/n comes out of the house just seconds after he pulls up. She softly closes the front door and clutches the key in her hand. Lou had hid her set of keys from her, but he was so sloppy drunk that he did a poor job at hiding it. He was crazy if he thought he was going to be able to keep her locked in that house.
"Where's your jacket? Aren't you cold?"
Lee chastises her as she gets into the cruiser in just her pajamas. It's near 30 degrees out. She just didn't care as she left the house, she just wanted to be out.
"Do you want to sit here in the driveway and risk getting caught, or do you want to get out of here?"
Y/n could have never gotten away with talking to him like that years ago, but Lee just sighs and pulls out of the driveway knowing that she's right about the risk. Plus he has plenty of time to interrogate her on the drive to their spot.
"Why were you in such a rush to leave? You had me worried on the phone when you called."
"I don't like that house...I don't like that man."
Lee knows that this didn't just come out of thin air, and this attitude coming on the heels of her mother-in-law's death means that something must've happened. It's kind of funny, they're both having marital problems at the same time so they turn to each other for comfort. Lee should have called her sooner, but he needed Y/n to make that call. He didn't want to take advantage of her in a vulnerable state, but it seems like she's permanently in one.
"Lou is grieving," Y/n sniffles and begins to play with her hand to warm them up. Lee takes notice of that and turns the car's heat up for her. "I know he's hurting, but he is becoming unbearable. I can't deal with him anymore, Lee. I need to leave -- I need to leave him."
"Calm down Y/n. I don't want you to do something stupid you're goin to regret. He's still your husband." Lee was not nearly speeding to get to their spot. He can't give Y/n his full attention like she deserves. She has more to say than she lets on, but it never takes Lee much to pry it out of her.
"I don't care Lee."
She sounds like a fed up wife, just like Florence. There are so many similarities between both of their fucked relationships, but Lee has heard from Y/n how mean Lou can be. He ignores her which sounds like the worst thing for Y/n. Lee makes himself feel better by telling himself he's not that bad of a husband. All he's doing is cheating on Florence. He's not mean to her and he doesn't put his hands on her. He's not completely absolved though because he has spoken harshly to Florence in the past, not to mention how he was also mean to Y/n. He's no saint, so to pat himself on the back is hypocritical. However, Y/n running back to him only enables him. Both of them are fucked up. He used to judge his sister and her husband, but him and Y/n's relationship is not that far off from theirs. They don't dabble in sketchy things like Sandy and Carl, so that makes him slightly naive to his and Y/n's own faults.
"Did somethin' happen for you to be actin' up like this?"
Y/n is reluctant to answer. She weighs the pros and cons of telling Lee but she ultimately comes to the conclusion to keep her mouth shut. Even if Lee "handles" Lou, what will happen with her? Lee's not going to suddenly divorce his wife and take her in. Lou's family would probably shun her even if she isn't in the wrong. 
"He's just mean," she says weakly. She folds her arms and looks out of the window. The signs of defiance are not lost on Lee, but she also keeps his mouth shut.
His cruiser pulls up to the familiar and the car comes to a halt. Lee looks over at Y/n and tries to get a read on her. He doesn't know if she wants to just talk like they did last time or what her true intentions are for wanting to come out here. He can see that she's still shivering despite the heat of the car. He wants to chastise her for coming out in such thin pajamas, but he takes off his jacket instead.
"Here," his voice captures Y/n's attention. She looks at him quizzically before taking the jacket and wrapping it around herself. "Don't come out here dressed like that in winter," he says softly because he just couldn't help himself.
Y/n has no response. She's just silent which is unnerving for Lee. He finds himself displaced by it. He wants to be the one to occupy her thoughts, not whatever happened tonight.
"Hey," he says, catching her attention, "you look really pretty tonight."
"Thank you Lee," she says meekly. He was being very delicate with her tonight, and Y/n likes it -- she needs it. "I don't feel it."
"You always look pretty," He grabs her chin to force her to look at him, "always pretty."
He kisses her with a bit of apprehension. He's unsure if she's in the mood for this, but then again she wouldn't have called if she didn't want to do something. She kisses him back which prompts him to grab her thigh. He squeezes it lightly before sliding it his hand further up her thigh. She groans at the feeling, she's giving into her desires.
"On my lap."
Y/n carefully climbs over the car console. As she straddles him she leans back and accidentally honks the car horn. She yelps and turns her head around before realizing that she was the one who did that. They weren't caught -- she just made a mistake. Lee laughs into her breast before kissing her bare skin.
"You tryin' to get us caught cherry?"
"Shut up," she says in embarrassment.
He's kissing her again, his hand coming up to the back of her head and holding her there. It's not like she's going to move away from his grasp, but Lee is desperate for her. Her body pressed against his makes him flush. She lightly grinds against him which makes his cock stir to life. He's sure that she can feel his growing bulge poking at her. He's not sure how far they'll go tonight -- He doesn't have a condom on him.
Lee leans back in his seat to unbutton her pajama top. Underneath is nothing but a thin camisole. Her  nipples poke through the material. The poor thing must be so cold, but Lee can't help but not care when he sees how hard her nipples are. He pulls down the top a little roughly, messing up some of the seams just because he's so greedy. Y/n gasps at the tearing sound but she begins to moan when he sucks on the sensitive skin. She throws her head back and revels in his warm mouth on her skin. It's been years but it feels so familiar. She's brought back to a time where they did this all the time. His sweet mouth suckling on her skin desperately like he's weak. 
She grabs the back of his head to keep him attached to her. She grinds harder against him. She would always feel guilty about Lee doing most of the work and she needed to find a way to please him too. He hums against her skin as she pushes herself down against his bulge. There is no way he isn't going to fuck her tonight, he needs to. He needs to feel her warm pussy sinking down on him and wrapping around him so softly. Her skin is so smooth and she smells so good. She smells like another man's wife but it's so intoxicating.
"Keep goin' Lee," she whines. She was never one to beg but she's just so needy. His desperation bleeds through and it's contagious.
Lee pops one of her nipples out of his mouth only to take the other one into her mouth. He fumbles with his belt in the process, blindly trying to take it off so he can get his cock out. He feels her hands reach down to join him in setting him free. It takes a good while of their clumsy hands bumping against each other before she could feel his hard cock against her covered mound. Lee reluctantly detaches his mouth from her nipple to get her out of her pajama bottoms. There isn't much room in the front seat of his cruiser, but they'll make it work -- they always have.
"Get inside of me Lee," she whines, "please."
Lee obliges and once he has her out of her bottoms, he just pushes her panties to the side and lets the head of his cock poke at her slit. Y/n is slightly hesitant because it's been a while since she's had sex. She grabs his cock to keep it in place and it's just as thick as she remembers. In her memory is the searing memory of his cock spearing into her. She used to struggle to take him in the beginning of their "relationship", but had gotten used to his size. Now that's it been years since he's fucked her, she's a little bit nervous but she doesn't want to stop.
"Go 'head baby, I got you."
He places a hand on her back to guide her onto his cock while his words soothe her. She whines as his cock pushed inside of her, the ridges of his cock sliding against her wet walls until he reaches the hilt. 
Lee uses all his willpower to control himself. It would just be so easy to cum inside of her already. Her pussy pulses around him, inviting him deeper and deeper inside of her. Her pussy is just so perfect and plush that it causes Lee to whimper like he's a wounded animal. He's slightly embarrassed by the noises he lets out so he takes her nipple into his mouth again. Her skin muffles his cries, but they still sound out and vibrate against her skin.
Y/n begins to move herself up and down on his cock. She takes it slow although her body is pushing her to go faster. She wants to take her time to savor the delicious stretch he gives her. This won't be the last time they do this, she promises herself that, but if anything she has learned over the last few weeks is that anything can happen.
"Feel so good baby, feel so good," she purrs. His cock is so heavenly and so deep within her. 
Lee lives for the praise and it makes him fuck into her fast. Y/n holds onto him and bounces on top of him. Y/n adores they way he holds onto her hips and fucks her with passion. But, what she loves even more is the way his lips feel on her skin. He kisses and nips at the skin of her breast. Her grasp on him becomes tighter as she holds onto him for dear life. She moans loudly as the curve of his cock causes him to poke at her sweet spot. The head batters that spot over and over again until she's speechless.
"Pussy is so wet and tight for me, cherry. Did she miss me?"
It wouldn't be sex with Lee if he wasn't teasing her. His teasing just makes her moan louder and that is a good enough answer for him. He's missed her so much; missed her compliance and her warmth. Her walls are like silk wrapped around him and it's only by some miracle that he hasn't cum already, but he is dangerously close
"You gotta cum for me, doll," his hand finds its way between their pressed bodies and he rubs her clit, "need to feel you cum on me."
Lee is desperate for it. It sounds out in his whiny voice and it shows in how he fucks her. Y/n feels spoiled by him and his presence. Thoughts of her husband are pushed out of her head and instead make room for Lee. Not a single coherent thought exists up there in that brain of hers when his cock is ruining her. Her breath catches in her throat as he rubs her clit faster. She doesn't know if it's his cock deep inside of her, the hand on her clit, his groans of pleasure, or the dangerous combination of it all that overwhelms her body into an orgasm.
"Lee!"
His name sounds like a prayer on her lips. He looks up at her face, all scrunched up in angelic pleasure. She's his girl. No matter what -- that's his girl.
Her pussy becomes tighter as she reaches her lingering high. Lee is right behind as his hips begin to stutter and his cock pulses inside of her. He shows all of the tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm.
"Y-You have to pull out Lee," a slight sense of panic colors her voice.
He doesn't want to, and she truly doesn't want him to do so either, but they have no other choice. A pregnancy is the last thing the two of them need right now.
"Okay pretty girl...just let me -- fuck -- let me keep fucking you for a few more minutes."
Lee rocked his hips upwards as he pushed himself to the very edge of his limit. Something deep inside of him is telling him to fall prey to his lust and just cum inside of her like he truly wants. It would be so euphoric for the rest of them. But, he slides out of her and instead jerks his cock until he's cumming in on her mound. He groans as his cum sputters out of him and onto her body. Y/n moans at the feeling of the white, sticky substance landing on her skin and getting caught in her hairs. His cum warms her skin and it makes her delirious to see herself painted with him.
Lee groans as his body is fully satiated. He could fall asleep right here in the cruiser if he really wanted to, his body exhausted after releasing what had been pent up inside of him for months. His cock begins to soften inside of her, but he doesn't want to pull out. She keeps his cock warm and his heart swells just a little bit. 
They're both in a bit of a daze but still of desire for each other. Y/n falls forward against him and hangs off of him like she has no power in her limbs. Lee rubs small circles in her back as he sighs deeply. Her heart is beating loud and fast in his ears and that's all he can focus on.
It's too late to be out here, but Lee can't bring himself to ask Y/n to get off of him just yet. He doesn't want to take her home either. The soft light from the moon paints a beautiful life of them somehow coming out of this unscathed and being together. Lee recognizes now that that is what he wants although it doesn't feel within reach despite having his cock inside of her. The outlook feels bleak for the two of them. Will they be relegated to sneaking around until one of them gets fed up and tired? Lee's not sure how to get out of this. It was all fun and games those years ago when he was just fucking her and finding comfort in her and then going back home to his wife. But, now that that "perfect life" is somewhat in reach it doesn't look as shiny as used to. 
However, he is Lee. And if there is one thing about him everyone knows it's that Lee knows how to worm his way out of trouble and get what he wants.
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Can’t Get Enough Pt. 11
That awkward moment when it’s been 1+ year since I posted the last part. Is anyone even still interested in reading this? Lol. This is a baby sized chapter. 
The next three days were quiet around the house. Billie didn’t leave the house for those days. Joy and the rest of the family came. Joy came over two nights in a row to make dinner. By the third night Billie was feeling well enough to cook herself. 
For three days Lee watched her like a hawk, any little sign of discomfort he was there. On the third day, Billie went with Lee down to the station to answer questions. Lee intended to have Larry prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Billie was quiet at home, Lee became very concerned, he’d only ever seen her like this after those boys had attacked her when she was eighteen. 
Seven days after the attack, Lee came home at lunch. Beth was in the living room playing with her dolls. 
“Where’s mama, sweet pea?” He asked her. 
“In her room. I think she’s sad,” Beth answered. Lee kissed her hair and went on a search for his wife. He found her curled up on their bed, tears streaming down her face. 
“Honey,” he said quietly, “What’s wrong?” Billie hid her face behind her hands, but Lee forced her to look at him. Her eyes were red and swollen. How long had she been crying for? 
“I’m so sorry,” she cried. 
“Billie, why are you sorry?” 
“I got my period,” she sobbed. New tears cascading down her beautiful face. 
“Baby,” he hummed, “Let’s not worry about that now. We’ve got plenty of time to worry about having more babies. I’m not mad.” Billie crawled into his lap and he held her. He held her tightly and told her repeatedly that everything was going to be okay. 
With one step forward, there was always two steps back. After one month, Billie seemed to be doing better when the Ross County district attorney told Lee he wouldn’t prosecute Larry. Larry walked away with a simple restraining order. Lee told him if he ever came back he would kill him, but the bastard just smirked. It helped that nearly the whole town had been there the day he went after Billie. The town wouldn’t let him ever come back. 
Two months after the attack, Lee found Billie on the floor of their bedroom. She was curled up in the corner of their room, crying. Beth was playing in the living room. Nothing had changed in the house, Lee tried many times to coax Billie into buying things for the house. Things she had insisted on before the attack. Nothing he tried worked. Billie moved through life like a zombie. She cooked, cleaned, paid visits to her mother’s house. Billie was hesitant to let Lee see her after the attack. She insisted on keeping a nighty on when he tried to make love to her. But he was just grateful she was letting him touch her at all.
“Honey,” he cooed when he saw her, “What’s wrong?” He walked over and knelt down next to her. 
“I don’t know,” she sobbed, “I can’t do anything right. I was going to be better when we got married but I can hardly function since Larry came to town. I’m so scared.” 
Lee held her close and soothed her. He just let her cry. 
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he promised. 
“I know,” she nodded at him, “I’m sorry. We should be focusing on literally anything else.” 
“It’s okay. This weekend why don’t we go on a date? Beth can stay with your mom and we can celebrate being married. We haven’t gotten the chance yet,” Lee suggested. 
“I would like that,” she smiled, “We should probably stop by Sears or Macy’s and get a catalog.” 
“That’s a good idea honey,” he hummed. 
@greeneyedblondie44 @bxnnywriting @kitty4860 (Hope ya’ll don’t mind me tagging you even though it’s been 84 years since I last posted this story.) 
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potatothots · 2 years
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What Are You? Masterlist
What Are You?
"I'm whatever you want me to be."
An AU series of miniseries, one-shots, PWPs, drabbles, and more based on the Eldritch concept of “old gods” and a vague sprinkling of mythological creatures from around the world. 
Genre: Horror, Thriller
Rating: R+ overall (each will be rated individually) 
Pairings: multiple, check each work
Warnings: (each will be warned individually, but these are general) death, sex, humiliation, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, torture, loss of loved ones, loss of limbs, degradation, multiple bad -isms
Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 
Characters: (I only write for some people. This will grow as I get inspiration for others)
All characters are 18+
Most of these are xReader/OC types - they have some details, but it's vague.
James "Bucky" Barnes (Winter Soldier)
"Autumn" (Teen) The Winter Soldier has found his match. She doesn't agree, but he is a very patient man. Mystical/magical elements. Warnings: death, blood, obsessive!winter soldier
Lee Bodecker
"Cherry Flavored Candy" (explicit) Lee loves candy. He loves cherry-flavored candy the best. He's also a depraved beast of a man. Magical/mystical/shapeshifting elements. Warnings: death (major and non-major characters), sex, humiliation, torture, blood, non-con, misogynism, sexism, bad backwards/hillbilly.” southern'' speech (I know how it sounds, I grew up with it, but it’s funny to write it)
Steve Rogers
"Beautiful Hands" (Teen) Steve finally makes a move on the beautiful girl from the art store. Warnings: loss of a loved one, allusions to sex, talk of blood (it’s a vampireish fic)
Chase Collins
Nick Fowler
"Curious" (Mature/Explicit for gore) Nick is curious about another man’s wife. Warnings: loss of a loved one, dead bodies, allusions to killing, allusions to sex, talk of blood (a lot), gore
...more?
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purple-babygirl · 3 years
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pinocchio
Pairings: Lee Bodecker x f!reader
Word Count: 2,202
Summary: Sheriff Lee Bodecker knows a lie when he hears one, and he can sure hear that pussy begging for him.
Warnings: smut, nsfw, soft!dark!Lee Bodecker, noncon, dubcon, breeding kink, one spank, unprotected vaginal sex, forced impregnation, implied choking, mention of forced marriage. 18+ content.
A/N: i don't know what happened i blame the exam i have tomorrow. also, i suck at summaries.
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“Next time you keep me waiting outta that door I'm gonna break it and fuck you over it, ya hear me?” Lee threatened, pushing his way through her small house and offering himself a seat on her couch.
“I-I'm sorry, sheriff.” She swallowed, legs frozen on her spot by the door.
The tall man terrified her and what he could do to her terrified her even more.
“You got my money?”
“I don't have it r-right now,” she stuttered.
“What are ya waitin' for then? Com'ere.” Lee beckoned her with two fingers.
The simple gesture made her skin crawl because she knew too well what it meant.
“No, please, no.” She shook her head, distressed tears gathering in her eyes, wishing Lee would take pity on her.
“Don't start with that shit now, come and don't let me get up and get ya,” Lee snarled his warning, his already thin patience running out.
He knew damn well she didn't have any money to give him. He'd made sure she didn't. Whenever he wanted to have his way with her, he'd come when he knew she was penniless. It's been going on for months and Lee couldn't get enough. She was too precious to be let go and if anyone had tainted any part of her, it was Lee and he took pride in that.
It was all because of her stupid heart. It led her to believe she could live a happy life of her own with a man who loved her for her outside of this shit hole. She should've never listened to it or him when he suggested that drug delivery job. He'd promised her it was a one-time thing so they could get enough money to finally flee that deadbeat town. And she'd wanted nothing more, so she said yes, blindingly following him.
Before they knew it, Lee was there, his cruiser lights blinding them both and his handcuffs wrapped around their wrists. Upon seeing her and her frightened face, the sheriff thought he could let himself be kinder just this once. She looked like a good girl; like she wouldn't normally get herself in that kind of trouble.
The deal was that Lee was going to let them go, but they had to pay him back whenever he came to collect. Her ex could only take the sheriff's bullshit a couple of times before he couldn't anymore. So one morning he upped and ran away and she was left alone, stuck paying a debt that was never hers to carry. There was no way out of the sheriff's claws now.
She reluctantly inched closer to where Lee was seated on her couch and the second she was within his arms' reach, they were grabbing her.
A gasp left her lips when Lee sat her on his lap, his big hand caressing up her thigh while the other tightened on her side. She could feel him, hard and hot, as she sat pressed to him and it made her swallow a whimper.
“Please, sheriff, don't. I'll get your money. I'll get it tomorrow, but please don't do this.” She cried, fearing to look up and meet his angry gaze as she shivered under his exploring hands.
Lee temporarily removed his touch from the skin of her legs to put it on her covered breasts, squeezing and circling his thumb over her nipples.
“Now now, we've been over this before. If you can't get me my money when I ask for it, ya have to find a way to pay me, buttercup,” he told her softly, his gentle tone contrasting the harsh groping of his hand.
Lee's fingers maneuvered back under her skirt, tickling her thighs, his other hand tightening on her waist when she squirmed against his pudgy belly.
“I- I can pay you another way.” She nodded hard, more tears dripping from her eyes when Lee trailed wet kisses up and down her neck.
“Can ya now?” Lee smirked, smoothing a hand down her back in what would've been a calming motion if it wasn't for her situation and Lee's perverted intentions.
“I can clean up your house and I- I can cook your meals-”
“I don't want ya cookin' my meals, buttercup. I want ya keepin' my dick wet and warm.”
She sobbed harder, burying her face in her hands. There was no way out of this. Lee was going to get what he wanted like he did every time.
“What? You don't wan'it? You don't wan' me, buttercup?” Lee's breath fanned over her ear before his teeth nibbled on the lobe.
“No, please. Please, don't do this.” She cried, shivers travelling up her spine.
“What about your pussy? You wanna ask her? Doesn't she wanna be stuffed with my cock?” Lee cooed teasingly. The calloused pads of his fingers stroked the tender skin of her inner thighs as he moved her legs further apart.
Lee's fingers found the front of her panties and a smug smirk plastered itself on the sheriff's face when he rubbed on her and felt her dampness respond from the other side of the thin fabric, “what's she say, hmm?”
“N-No, she says no.” She shook her head.
Her traitor of a cunt clenched on itself as if to deny her answer to the sheriff's question and confirm his words.
“Thinkin' about namin' your pussy Pinocchio, buttercup,” Lee whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as his hand slipped past the elastic of the undergarment, “'cause every time you lie about not wantin' me, it gets wetter.”
He kissed her ear so gently she whimpered, wanting to wrap around herself and disappear. Lee dipped two fingers between her lips, spreading her wetness up to her clit. His tongue licked across her jawline, tasting her tears and humming as he rubbed her pearl. All he could taste was the power he had over her, the awe radiating from her chest as he continued to touch her most intimate parts. He could taste his ownership of her in those salty tears. She knew it too and could all but helplessly cry, holding onto his sleeve while Lee pleasured her against her will.
“You wanna cook my meals, eh?” Lee smirked, nibbling at her jaw and back up behind her ear, his fingers sliding inside and stroking her upper walls lazily.
“Y-Yes, sheriff. Please let me-” her words molded into a loud whimper of Lee's title when he found her g-spot.
“I might do after all, buttercup,” he breathed, kissing behind her ear before slowly sliding his fingers out and sucking her juices off of them.
She didn't comprehend his words at the time, her mind in a haze and her body hot for the town's sheriff. She came back to the present with the sound of Lee's belt being undone.
“Get on the couch, on all fours,” Lee urged after standing up and pulling her up with him.
He freed his hard cock, pumping himself as he waited for her to follow instructions.
“Do I have to get ya there myself, buttercup?”
“Sheriff- please,” she still begged, naively thinking he'd have mercy on her after she's got him so turned on and he was standing there with his cock out.
“I wouldn't wanna repeat myself and have ya face the consequences, buttercup,” Lee warned just the once before she was on the couch with her ass to him.
Lee smirked, walking to stand behind her, his hands leaving his dick to lift her dress up, draping its skirt on her back. Such an obedient doll.
Her ass was perky and full and Lee couldn't help but grab at the soft flesh presented to him. Licking his lips hungrily, Lee pulled her panties to the side to reveal her glistening lips, her tight hole begging to be fucked and stretched.
She closed her fists as she felt Lee rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, bracing herself for the burn that came with taking a man his size.
“Hey, Pinocchio,” Lee teased, slipping only the head of his cock inside her and then pulling out way too fast for her body to savor the feeling.
“You feelin' that, buttercup?” Lee did it again, “your pussy wants me. She misses this dick.” He slapped his cock on her entrance before he repeated the same action again, barely giving her a taste of being filled like she so desperately wanted.
“Pinocchio loves her sheriff's cock,” Lee groaned, sheathing himself inside of her in one sharp thrust that had her gasping and squeaking.
Lee didn't give her time to adjust as he started to pull back before sliding himself back inside her heat, shuddering at the feeling of her dripping pussy clinging to him. He started off slow, taking his time with her and making her feel all of him.
Tears stung her eyes at how reactive her body was to every single touch from the sheriff. It was like her body hated her; every inch of her choosing to obey Lee instead. Her pussy gripped the sheriff's cock with every shallow thrust he gave, not wanting to let him go so soon when he came to pull back.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Lee growled behind her, his fingers digging hard into her sides as he drove himself faster into her.
His grunts and the jiggle of his keys echoed through the room with every thrust. Her walls fluttered around Lee and she clamped down on him hard. He could feel her getting close.
“Pinocchio's gonna cum for me, ain't she, buttercup?” He smacked her jiggling ass.
“N-No,” she lied, feeling a rush of wetness coat Lee, making him chuckle at her unsuccessful attempt to lie.
Her pussy was indeed loyal to the man and his fat cock.
“Keep lyin' and I won't let ya cum for real,” Lee threatened and she immediately whispered a plea.
“N-No! Please!”
“Please what, buttercup?”
“Please let me cum, sheriff. Please,” she whimpered, humiliation burning her chest as Lee fucked her harder.
He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so her back was arched and he could reach her ear, “oh I'm gonna let ya, buttercup. I'm gonna let ya cum.”
Thrust.
“I'm gonna let ya clean my house.”
Thrust.
“I'm gonna let ya cook my meals.”
Thrust.
“And I'm gonna let ya have my kids.”
Her whole being panicked at the last sentence. Lee has never finished inside of her before and he came unexpected tonight. She was on no form of protection. He was going to cum inside her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. If she had a chance to escape him before, now it was going to be impossible. Lee was making his ownership of her body as official as it could be and she had no idea why that very thought was bringing her even closer to her high.
It pissed Lee off when she tried to wiggle out of his hold. She was going to take his cum and she was going to carry his children and she was going to like it. Lee's grip shifted from her hair to her neck, not really choking her but letting her know he could.
“Take it.” He held her by the neck, flush against his covered chest as he continued to rut into her, his cock reaching deeper inside her pulsing cunt.
She was a loud mess in Lee's hold. She felt so full; Lee's cock almost reached her cervix with every push of his hips. Her whimpers and begging fell on deaf ears as Lee was determined to pump her full of his cum.
“Lemme feel Pinocchio cream for her sheriff,” Lee growled, dipping his head to suck a mark on her neck as his fingers left her hip and sought her clit.
Shame suffocated her as she mewled and squirmed on Lee's cock, clenching harder with each roll of his index on her little bundle of nerves. She came with a sob, her knees nearly giving out as her thighs quivered; Lee fucking her through the aftershocks.
“That's a good girl, buttercup. You're gonna be a perfect wife.” Lee pushed her face down on the couch and gave a couple more thrusts before he grunted and his seed shot deep inside of her, painting her inner walls white.
“Perfect,” Lee whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to her back, pushing his cock and cum deeper inside her.
He would never tell her that he'd threatened her ex with his life until he was running out of hers the next day. He would never tell her that he'd fallen for her the minute he had her bent over his cruiser with his handcuffs around her wrists. Lee would never tell her how he'd spent nights after having his cock in her thinking about her finally being on his name. She was going to have all the time she'd need to find out about his love for her after the wedding. In his house, all round and nice with his baby.
And maybe somewhere along the way she would find it in her to love him, too.
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