Can we still send something in for bratty saturday🥺? I don't know if you're comfortable with this and I'm kinda new to exploring this but either daddy Lee or daddy Charles wanting to feed their little with a bottle and you are not having it so daddy holds you firmly on his lap while guiding your head, and tells you what a little baby you are n how you can't do it yourself but it's okay because daddy will do it for you.
i have a whole fic about this type of thing so i’m more than comfortable darling!
“baby, eat.” lee coos, pushing the teat of the full bottle of milk against your lips.
“daddy, no.” you whine, pushing the bottle away and pouting, your lip jutting out.
“baby, you need to eat.”
“‘m a big girl, daddy! wan’ real food!” lee sighs, pulling you roughly onto his lap and guiding you down to lay across him. you try to squirm away but he holds you tightly.
“open your mouth, bug. you’re too little for real food. you can’t eat by yourself because you’re too little, but it’s okay, let me help you.”
“shh, little one.” he shushes, “you’re just a baby, c’mon, drink.” he pushes the bottle against your lips and you part them tentatively. “that’s it, daddy will help you.” he coos, kissing your forehead as you start to suckle.
by the time you’ve finished the bottle, you’re dozing quietly against lee’s chest, soft snores escaping your lips as your full belly makes you drowsy. lee slips a pacifier between your lips and you resume suckling, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep in your daddy’s arms.
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Happy bratty Saturday🥳💗✨
There are so many perfect daddies (Andy, Ari, Steve, Bucky, and Sam) but for some reason Lee Bodecker is just the ultimate daddy/caregiver in my mind. So we all know Lee has a very shady life, does very shady things, and when he meets you he is literally shocked because you show interest in him. He doesn't really get it bc to him you are an angel while he is.. the opposite, and he's probably subconsciously waiting for the day you leave him. But you never do, and you love him very much, just as he loves you- so Lee really gives his best when it comes to taking care of his little one. He might also like the power aspect (not in a creepy way tho) he just loves that someone needs him, depends on him, and follows his orders; not the other way around (oops the shade👀) Now I don't think I have it in me to ever be a brat but something about teasing Lee makes my brain go brrr... imagine flinging your food at him while giggling bc that's totally funny🤨 thank you very much, and he is warning you but that just spurrs you on more. A baby carrot lands straight on his chest. Lee is ticked off and pulls you upstairs into his bedroom. Punishment ensues but let's be real that was the goal anyway😩 ta-da!!
i love this!!! daddy!lee rlly gets me going like i’d be such a brat to him oops🙊💞
and i love the whole throwing food at him bit that’s so cute
^^ the look he’d give u when u push ur luck😳😚
you’d throw a chicken nugget first and lee would glance you up and down warningly.
and his reaction makes you giggle, so you do it again.
until you’re crying with laughter and he looks royally ticked off.
and then you flick a baby carrot off of your fork, hitting him square in the chest, and his jaw sets, eyes darkening as he stalks towards you.
“you’re a little brat, aren’t you?” he chides, pulling you out of your seat and dragging you up the stairs for a punishment.
“no! daddy, no!” you scream, but your brain is going oh it’s fucking go time.
and he spanks you raw. like until you can barely walk, raw. you collapse in on yourself after he’s done, sobbing, but the wet patch growing in your panties says otherwise.
“you liked that, you little slut.” he growls, giving you the exact reaction you’re after.
and in the end, you get exactly what you want.
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧
Summary; lee revels in the affects of his mistake, guilty with the knowledge that he once, in his younger years, would have never treated you in such a way. He has broken that trust, and he is urgent to get it back, though, he has yet to make amends
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader
Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, smut, fingering, threatening, mention of disappearance, flashback, fluff
Word Count: 2675
The Sheriff and the Murderer Masterlist
He had gone where the night took him; to the bar. There was a fire in his veins, and a jolt in his crotch to which had poised you with great insult. Lee didn’t know who he was anymore, he was well aware that he was the sheriff, everyone knew of that title that followed him around like a raven taunting the deaths of the town before his face. But being a well elected pointer of the society of Knockemstiff came with a price, no matter whom the eyes belonged to, all were judging him. He missed the good old days, where he thought only about your opinion. If word to spread about him fooling around with a married housewife, then all would crumble around him. It was an addiction, to be close to you, to have you as his own, to protect you at all costs. But now, he had colleagues whose respect he had to attain, and there was Simon…
That sickly man still had yet to appear out from the shadows of a dark alley, or from the crescent current of a river, dead or alive. When he had asked you, there had been defence in your tone; though now he understood his presumptuous mistake. He shouldn’t have fucked you first, it was demeaning, and whilst most men did that, he resented being like your husband in any way. He hadn’t raped you, but he had sourly taken advantage of you and he felt a sick flavour pooling onto his tongue. His task by law was to uncover Simon’s whereabouts, and as much as he wanted him to remain gone, the pressure was lathering down upon him. There was another victim of the man’s illegal antics; a woman who was high in the society, and as much as he wanted to arrest him for all that he had done to you, that wasn’t enough, and seemingly, you wouldn’t allow it.
His knuckles gripped the steering wheel with a frustrated might, he had yet to leave his vehicle. He could see the many silhouettes inside of the bar, smoking cigars and laughing. The man sighed as he left his cruiser, slamming the door shut as he steadily plodded towards the entrance of the establishment. Eyes fell to him as he went inside, it was expected, he was the sheriff after all. And thus he slumped in a stool, waving his hand over to the man with a moustache who tended the bar. He came over, sliding a glass of mount whiskey over to Lee, throwing the rag over his shoulder. “Seen Simon Priot around here?” Lee asked after taking a swig from the crystallised glass that was far too fancy for the dim scenery of the workspace.
“Copper over there asked the same thing.” The bartender nodded his chin into the corner, and as Lee turned, he saw him. Deputy Reeves. A smirk coiled onto said man’s face, making Lee’s own stoic and containing a writhing of anger. “No sign of him, hasn’t appeared in days. He missing or something?” Lee offered him a ‘no’, wanting to keep things under wraps as he abandoned his beverage, heading towards his associate, patting his hand down on the table before Reeves. A cigar was lit, the smoke ceremoniously wafting into the sheriff’s face, to which he hit away with his palm. There was an unimpressed expression on his face, he sat down, putting his weight down in the seat, as he stole the bottle of scotch that was in the middle of the set, and gulped down a large amount.
“You asked misses Prior yet? If not, then I may have to pay her a visit, hasn’t even filed a missing person’s report yet. I’d say that’s suspicious. You know who else didn’t like him? Your sister Sandy. It’s like your boxed in by suspects in your life, for all I know, you could have killed him. Did you Bodecker, I know you’ve done some dirty shit to people before. A bullet in the head often stops the word, this could be your pursuit of jealousy, we all know that you adore that lovely housewife. Know you visit her. Too bad she’s married, right?” Reeves sneered, and Lee huffed. He was putting him on the spot, and speaking this impossible scenarios that had his skin crawling. Y/n was far too scared to do anything to Simon, and Sandy was too busy with her partial road trips.
“This is over your head Reeves. Shut your trap, or else I’ll get you suspended, you intolerant vermin.” Lee spat, grasping the majority filled bottle in his hand, and fleeing the scene, leaving the mess to remain in its seat, tensing the bridge of his nose as he stomped away, abandoning his cruiser as he took steps and steps, until he ended up at a recognised door. He knocked ravenously on the door until he earned a reply, and when he did, Sandy looked disappointed in his presence. She cocked the door ajar for him to enter, and he found himself having memorised his direction to
A bottle was pursed in his steel grip, as Sandy ran around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess that had become of her home. She was usually in a rush, but Lee was not only the sheriff but her brother, no matter if she were busy fooling around, he was welcome. Though he was not so sure he would be if he told her of his grave mistake, he had broken her best friend, been kicked out of her home, all because his hands made a stride at her, before his mouth opened.
He was utmost certain that she would give him a well deserved whack, you were her best friend after all. And thus here he was, wallowing in his own self pity, whilst participating in a notion of regret, chugging alcohol as though he were a teenager once again. It was an issue; he had to drink to rid himself of all his self quarrels, and the thoughts of all he hadn’t strode towards. Despite being the town sheriff, lee bodecker was a coward, and a pathetic one at that. If he found simon, he would punch him directly in the face, cursing him for all the harm that he had sentenced into his life.
Authority was his ordeal, he revelled in the power that it granted him, though, he was not always one to use it in the correct ways, he sought fortune, in the resemblance of respect, and cash for booze; however one thing that he had never earned himself was the love of a woman. he had eyes for no other, than the one whose heart he had just cracked, as though he were a hammer clattering down destructively against the exterior of a vase.
He still remembered the days of old, whence he would watch you adoringly, to everyone’s noticing dismay, licking his chapped lips as he had thoughts that were a branch off obscene. Yes, it was true, not all of his mindset had been, nor was corrupted by primal and masculine hormones, sex wasn’t the priority that escalated his behaviour. Not at all, harboured honest care for you, since he was a boy, he enjoyed your company, and found it to be a calming medication to ease all his resenting stress.
Lee blinked, awakening into his reality, parting from the wildness of his dreams. There were things that he had seen, a sheriff’s badge, and a wife, whom he had met before, under many circumstances. She was supposed to be off limits, she was his sister’s best friend, though he had already traipsed that walk, under countless instances.
Sandy was your best friend, and to say her brother was not a severe distraction, that would be a foreseen lie. “I don’t get it, why don’t we just kill him?” She sighed, as you sat on her family’s porch, and you raised a brow at her inclined speech, crossing your arms almost judgementally.
“Now I see which one of us is going to become the homicidal killer.” It was a flimsy joke, as you turned another page of your chemistry book, glaring down at the torn paper, and the spewed ink that reckoned waves of black across the page. your feet tapped on the wooden deck, your dolly shoes clasping a clipping noise upon the surface.
“Serial killer.” she corrected you, shrugging nonchalantly. “And mr andrews will be my first victim. i hate him so much, i can’t believe that prick failed me, i swear to our holy father imma dig a ditch and bury him in it. you’ll help, right?”
A smile appeared on your face, loving how dramatic your friend could be, it was quite the amusement, especially when she would cause a ruckus in the classroom. Though you were certainly not the loudest in school, everyone knew of whom you were due to sandy’s big mouth. before you could answer, the front door swung open, revealing the brunette that you had been awaiting to see.
“I don’t think mother would like you making such inappropriate promises in the lord’s name.” Lee spoke, his youthful face opting to carry a smirk, as the boy crossed his arms, leaning against the entrance to his home. Sandy could only roll her eyes at his presence, throwing her own guide of study towards him, to which he dodged.
“Have you been listening to us this entire time? Can you maybe not perv on my best friend when i am not here. just yuck!” Her hands flew in a flurry of annoyance, all aimed at her sibling. “Scram would you, i want to enjoy the last of the sun without your body ass blocking it.”
“It’s not perving if she consents, isn’t that right daring?” His attention turns towards you as sandy made a well versed gagging sound. “Perhaps we could study in my room, it seems that my sister doesn’t need distractions, and your elegant face serves as one.”
“Oh just go with him, and study, as he calls it. I cannot be dealing with his presence if all he’s gonna do is hover if you’re nearby. I’m gonna have to feed you to the wolves, i am truly sorry my dear friend.” She rested her hand upon your shoulder, though you knew her words were false. she knew that you were eager to do so, and she wouldn’t hold you back if that was indeed what you desired.
Though you hardly vocalised anything in regards to your relation with her brother, sandy was well aware of what the two of you were like. Not only could she hear the sounds through the wall separating their bedrooms, but it was easy to tell, from the way that he looked at you. He was enamoured, all his attention prompted towards you.
“Well this wolf is going to be eating well.” Smirked Lee, huskily grasping your hand, lulling in the sensation of your fingers wiggling against his palm, as he dragged you into his home, your feet managing to keep up with his own to some miracle. “Did i tell you how pretty you look today darling?”
His lips mumbled against your own, as his free hand cast a gentle hold onto the small of your back, as your y/e/c eyes snapped to behind him, instinctively pushing him away. “Good evening mrs bodecker.” You greeted her, watching as she wiped her soil engrossed hands on a towel.
“Hello y/n.” She spoke in return, grimacing as dirt resided below the primitive surface of her nails. “Gosh, every time i pursue gardening, i think of that poor man buried in the woods. It was just short of north, by the sign directing people away from knockemstiff. What a terrible end to have met with our local sheriff."
"It was the sheriff?" You asked, surprised by the fact, your brows raised as sweat beaded upon Lee’s forehead, you not noticing how fear trembled through his veins. That was the target of all his hard work, and he supposed that perhaps one day it would be his duty to deal with such circumstances, but not that someone in his targeted role would be condemned to such tragedy. “Jeez, that’s terrible. is there any idea of whom may have condemned such a vile act?”
“Not one. They’ve been searching for a while, but it took them a moment to find the body; it was cut into pieces and then buried. Happened just outside o’ town, sure that is gonna scare some people off wanting to join the force.” Dorine spoke, her gaze flickering over to her son, whom was clearly growing antsy from the unfolding talk. The mother cleared her throat, taking note of his digression in mood, and walking back over to wash some plates. “I’ll let you two talk.”
Lee practically dragged you towards the stairs, and you tried to sample his neck with kisses. Though he lightly pushed you away, causing a furrow to adjourn your face, as you became confused by the sight rejection. “There’s something you need to know before anything happens between us; you could change your mind, and I’d rather get your opinion first doll.” He was not only scared of the future that laid in front of him, but also the way in which you would react. “I’m going to be leaving for a little while, I am going to be training to be a cop. And I don’t want to lose you, but the distance is going to be hard.”
“No it’s not, we can handle anything Lee Lee. I could come with you, there’s surely gotta be a cotton factory or something alike around there somewhere. It’ll be manageable for the both of us, we can both work, and grow together.” Lee was shocked by your sentiment, he found his mouth gaping open in surprise. There was a rapid beating in his heart, he realised that he loved you. The emotion was always there, but now he could recognise it, it was staring him right back in the face, as were you.
“You’d do that for me honey?” Lee breathlessly asked, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. A fragrant nod stirred from your head, as he leant in to kiss you, gripping your hip with his other hand, as he daringly dipped his tongue into your mouth, stirring a hun out from you. The calling of Dorian stating dinner restricted the pair of you from venturing to his room just yet, and thus, you walked to the table, sitting beside each other, Sandy and Dorian opposite. There was a chicken to be split on the table, small piles mounted on each plate, as Lee patted his hand on your thigh.
“This is lovely Mrs Bodecker.” You complimented her on the meal she had prepared, sending Lee a smile, that was until he dared to move his intimate grip higher upon your flesh, dipping beneath your skirt, as he swirled the pad of his finger over your panties. He aimed for your clit, causing you to whimper, drawing Dorian’s eyes to you, and Sandy quirked her brow. “Sorry, I accidentally caught my ankle on the chair leg.” You excused, smiling lightly as you took a drink of water, your lashes fluttering as he pushed your cotton underwear to the side, spreading your slick, before delving his finger within you, causing your nails to tap silently upon the table.
Lee hummed as he took a bite from his dish, stirring his finger inside of you. He looked at you out from the corner of his eye, staring at your beauty. There was an attractive clench to your jaw, as you groped his hand with yours atop, soothingly making circles upon his skin. You were ready to give up everything, your life for him, and years later, he didn’t know that the times would have changed; that he would have changed.
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omgg yay requests are opennn ! okay so can i do a arvin request where he’s been rlly stressed about something lately (you pick !) and reader tries to comfort him but he accidentally takes it out on her & she gets a bit distant🥺 but it ends in fluff (sorry me and angst dont do well haha)
stubborn assumptions (arvin russell x reader)
word count: 1.9k
warnings: language, fluff, arvin being as stubborn as a bull and as blind as a bat
edited: idk how but i turned the stress he has into jealousy whoops
a/n: i miss arvin (been saying that for how long omg) but fr, i luv him a ton. pls send more arvin request i don't mind. i'm lowkey happy i opened my requests so yay!
arvin russell masterlist
The drive to the diner is quiet and not in a comforting way. You can tell by the furrow in his brows and the slight frown on his lips, there's something wrong. But Arvin's never one to open up, the stubborn boy. You let out a soft sigh and lean your elbow by the window, your cheek gently resting in your palm.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks and from your peripheral vision, you can see him glance at you with slight annoyance.
"I could ask the same," you turn your head towards him and look at him straight in the eyes.
"None wrong with me," he dismisses you and looks back at the road.
"You sure about that, Russell?" you pout and lean your head on his shoulder.
"Yes," he grumbles and shrugs you off, causing you to let out a little gasp.
"I think a milkshake will cheer you up, I'll pay," you tut and lean away from him. He sighs but cracks a slight smile at your sass.
Once you two arrive at the diner and got a booth, you ordered a shake and a side of fries. You're now trying to make conversation, "So, how was work?"
"Nothing new or special," he says and leans back against the booth, adjusting his cap.
"Arvin, tell me what's wrong," you sigh and lean forward, taking off his cap to put it on like you usually would mess with him.
He glares at you and snatches it back, putting it on aggressively. "Don't do that."
"Sorry," you murmur and fold your hands in your lap. "You just worry me sometimes when you get like this."
"Get like what? I told you I'm fine, doll," he retorts, a slight hiss to his voice that stabs you in the heart.
"Never mind," you sigh and smile timidly at the waitress who brings over your food.
You place two straws inside and slide the drink towards the middle. "I don't want some anymore," he tells you.
Before you could take a sip you look up at him a bit shocked, and frown. "Oh, okay. You could have some of the fries—"
"Don't want that either," he shrugs and crosses his arms, eyes scanning all over the place.
"Okay," you squeak out, suddenly intimidated by his defensive and stern demeanor.
"Don't get all weak," he rolls his eyes and averts his gaze back to you.
"Excuse me?" you frown and avoid his chilling stare, sipping slowly at the sweet substance.
"You do this thing when you don't know what to say and get all quiet and shit."
You don't respond and stare at your food, a pang of unsure guilt and fear filling your bones. Maybe you did something wrong or maybe something happened to his family. You don't know what to do because, at this moment, you feel like any decision you make is wrong in his eyes.
"So, are we still going to go to the lake this weekend with Lenora?" you finally decide to break the rising tension.
"No..." he hesitantly responds.
"Oh. Why not?"
"Don't you got a date with somebody?"
"No?" you tilt your head.
"I don't, where'd you hear that from?" you laugh and munch on a fry.
"You know, I really don't get you sometimes," he suddenly raises his voice, catching your attention almost immediately.
"Well, I don't get you sometimes either," you mumble and roll your eyes.
"No, you don't get to say that because... Look. How long have we've known each other? We're basically tied at the hip when you're not at school yet now I'm hearing you're diddly daddling with some other candyass fuck and I'm at your side like a sad puppy waiting to be noticed and when I finally think I have a chance with you, Y/n. I don't. So, why couldn't you just tell me you don't like me back after all this time instead of going behind my back with other boys and leading me on like a fool!?" he fumes at you, his face red with frustration and eyes piercing into yours.
You didn't realize how teary your eyes became until you felt a tear slip out. You exhale and wipe the tear away, fumbling with your school bag by your hip. You take out a couple of cents and slam it on the table, standing up abruptly. Some people look your way but you ignore them and slide out of the booth. "You're unbelievable, Arvin," you spit and make your way out of the diner.
"Wait— Y/n, shit," he stands up to follow but stops as you begin to run. He places his hands on his head and groans, walking out to his car.
Later that day, after picking up Lenora from church, she as well checks on him once they walk up to their porch. "What happened?" she asks and hugs her bible to her chest.
"Nothing, Len. Go on inside, I'm gonna have a smoke," he mutters and takes out a pack.
"Well you're not, cus I'm staying until you tell me what happened with Y/n," she shrugs and leans against the wall.
He snaps his head over at her as soon as she mentioned your name, "How did you..."
"What did you do?" she asks, a slightly teasing tone to her question.
He scoffs and shrugs, "I didn't do nothing but tell her what you told me."
"What's that mean? You asked her out?" she gasps and stands up straighter.
"No, course not. Why would I when you told me there are other boys in the picture," he shoves his hands in his pockets and leans on the porch railings.
"When did I ever tell you that?" she frowns but then remembers their conversation from not too long ago.
"You like her a lot, I can tell," Lenora hummed as she prepared breakfast for the family.
"You can't tell nothing, shut up," Arvin grumbled in response and set up the table.
"Watch your mouth, boy," Emma chuckled and walked over to help out Lenora. "She's right though, I don't remember the last time I didn't see you with Y/n," she commented.
Arvin leaned against the kitchen opening and sighed, "I don't know what y'all are talking about, she's my best friend."
"That's the best person to have as a lover," Lenora added.
"How would you know?" he retorted and crossed his arms.
"Books," she giggled and poured scrambled eggs out from the pan onto the platter.
"Well, them books are just stories. Fake stories, she don't like me like that anyway. Trust me, I know," he muttered.
"Cause you don't do nothing but treat her like a friend, if you'd start treating her more like a lady and a lover maybe you two could be more than best friends. Plus, I think you should hurry up before them other boys from school snatch her up," she shook her head at the thought.
"What that's mean?" he frowned and glanced at Lenora with sudden interest.
"What I said," she shrugged.
"That Sunday a week ago or something, you said something about other boys," Arvin reminds her.
"Lord, Arvin. You bout duller than I thought," she sighs and shakes her head. "I didn't mean she's with someone, I meant—"
"It don't matter anymore, she probably don't want nothing to do with me anymore. I-I yelled at her earlier and said some stupid stuff," he mumbles, regret flowing through his veins as he thinks back to how he raised his voice at you.
"Arvin..." she whispers seeing him tear up. He shakes his head and rushes on inside their home before she could say anything else.
Days pass by and you grow distant from Arvin, you walk home and stay inside after school instead of usually being picked up by him and spending the rest of your day doing whatever the two of you did.
Arvin comes home late from work one day, his house quiet and cold. He sighs and slumps over to the bathroom to rinse up before bed.
You're still of course friends with Lenora, so little did he know you're currently only a room away. "Before he falls asleep, just knock on his door. Talk to him, okay? Let me know how it goes tomorrow morning," she says, hearing him finish up his shower.
"Okay," you exhale and turn towards her door. "Wait, why tomorrow morning?"
"I have a feeling it'll go well, and you'll probably be staying in his room," she shrugs and grins at you.
"Lenora!" you gasp and send her a flustered glare.
"Well, nothing like that!" she giggles quietly and motions you to go on. "Come on, go get your lover."
"Shush you," you whine and open her door slowly. You hesitantly and carefully walk over to his room, trying not to step on any creaky wood steps. You tell yourself a couple of words of reassurance before knocking on his door. Then, before you could knock he opens the door, a tired but now shocked expression on his face.
"Hi," you whisper.
"W-What are you doing here?" he mutters lowly.
"Can we talk, please?" you murmur and push him into his room.
He nods slowly and takes a couple of steps back, closing his door once you fully enter. "I-I should apologize," he starts.
"Yes, but first let me do this," you hold up a finger and quickly hug him before he could protest. He tenses but soon melts at your arms wrapping around him and holds you close, sighing out with relief.
"I am so sorry, Y/n. I-I was just so jealous and upset when I heard you're with somebody else. But I know you're your own person and— and you're not obligated to be with me just cause we're really good friends. I shouldn't have been so stupid and I never meant to hurt you," he rambles on and shakes his head as he continues on.
You cup the side of his face and shake your head. He goes quiet as you open your mouth, "I accept your apology. Yeah, you shouldn't have got so upset and took it out on me, and yes you should've talked to me about your feelings. But on my part, I should've too. Because I like you too, Arvin. I mean of course, I do, because you were absolutely right. We're tied at the hip and I wouldn't have any other way but it was wrong for you to assume that I was with someone else and was leading you on. But please, you stupid boy, talk to me if there's something you're unsure about us or me," you groan.
He laughs weakly and pulls you flush against him, spinning you around until he sits on his bed to pull you onto his lap. You let out a quiet squeal at the sudden change of position and feel your heart rate quicken once he places on top of him, on his bed. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. Never again, I swear to you and if I ever do anything stubborn and stupid again you're allowed to hit me or something."
"Arvin! I'd never," you laugh and hide your face in the crook of his neck.
"I know, but still," he chuckles and lies down, rubbing gentle circles on your back. You adjust and curl up into his side, smiling uncontrollably as he holds you. "I'm so sorry, for being an idiot and taking it out on you. Really fucking sorry..."
"I know. I accept your apology," you mumble into his shirt and drape a hand onto his chest. "If."
"If you could start calling me yours and I could start calling you mine," you whisper against his as you lean towards his ear.
He gulps and turns red at your request, nodding eagerly. "Of course, doll. I'd be fucking honored."
You smile tiredly and press a kiss below his ear, feeling yourself drift off to sleep as he brings you closer toward him.
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naughty girl — lee bodecker
a/n. this my very first fic for one of seb’s characters and i’m super excited to share it! it’s not 100% canon!lee, he’s not a murderer in this but he is still a corrupt mf and an asshole. it’s also my first time ever writing some dub/non-con stuff, so idk if it’s any good. either way, hope you enjoy! don’t forget to reblog and leave some feedback in the replies or in my inbox!
warnings. NSFW, 18+, age gap (reader is of age), exhibitionism, slight blasphemy, smut, masturbation, unprotected sex, public sex, voyeurism, dub/non-con (read with caution!), swearing, insults, explicit language
word count. 5.9K
summary. Religious parents and a naughty little girl who laid eyes on the town’s sheriff? You loved playing games. This one would be your most dangerous one.
Lee Bodecker had always wanted more than he got. Being the sheriff of this fucked up and miserable small town called Knockemstiff certainly was not enough for a man like Lee. He had always dreamed big. That did not only concern his choice of career but also his choice of women. Focus on dream though.
Because in reality, he ended up with a wife who couldn’t give him what he wanted even when she would be wasted out of her mind and let him use her like some toy. This was also the reason Lee Bodecker had always found himself looking at other women as soon as he left the house. He considered himself lucky his job was so very… time-consuming.
And so on this disgustingly calm and hot summer afternoon, he once again made his way through Knockemstiff, occasionally taking breaks only to jerk off to the image of young girls he’d seen out on the streets. This one was his third break of the day. Once he was finished, he threw the Pepsi cup out of the window, zipped up his pants, and proceeded to drive to his next destination. His sister’s.
He exited his car and pulled his pants up one more time, making sure to adjust his balls before walking around the old apartment building towards the backyard area. Lee didn’t pay too much attention to his surroundings, he had been here many times before. Always the same old fat ladies out on their balconies, not moving a single inch while the hot air caused their skin to glisten like some pigling hanging above a fire pit.
“Ah, Sheriff,” one of the women exclaimed, barely even raising her arm to wave at the man. He gave them a quick nod, tipping his hat before approaching the entrance. Making his way up the stairs to the third floor where Sandy’s and Carl’s apartment was located, he didn’t even notice the lightly clad figure walking past him. The only thing Lee did notice was the faint smell of a soft floral scent. It must have been freshly washed hair; he hadn’t smelled such a pleasant scent in what felt like forever.
All Lee Bodecker had smelled in his years as a cop were dirty rednecks and filthy prostitutes. This… was different. But as soon as he turned his head around, the shadow had already disappeared.
You barely recognized the man walking past you with such determination, you had only seen the shine of a golden badge and a mixture of brown, black and white fabric. The combined scents of dry woods and sweat filled your nostrils as you walked down the stairs he had just climbed. The metal of the railing felt almost icy against the hot skin of your damp palm.
The less fabric the better…, you thought to yourself as you stepped out of the already hot building into the much hotter backyard. You went to your designated place, an old sun lounger that you wished to be a little more comfortable, but that was just what came along with living on your own.
After all, it was a lot better than staying with your extremely religious parents who, much to your dismay, still insisted on you attending service every single Sunday. They were in utter denial when it came to their only child because you were anything but the God-fearing daughter they had tried so hard to raise.
Instead, you were free-spirited, in every possible way. Starting with the way you’d dress. Skirt too short, neckline too risqué, hair too wild. According to your mom, of course; you didn’t mind one bit, why should you? But her...
“Men are animals, my love, they cannot control themselves, therefore you have to make sure to not give them any reason to have unholy thoughts,” she had always preached to you.
So until you moved out about six months ago you had carefully listened to her, pretending to dress accordingly. Attended service every Sunday because that was what made both your parents happy. And, well, that was also what secured your rent. But as soon as you were on your own, things were back to normal.
Normal also included topless sunbathing for you. You really didn’t give a damn. Every woman had tits after all, right? You really didn’t see any problem with presenting your round curves to the whole world, especially since Knockemstiff consisted of a shit ton of nasty motherfuckers anyways. They were weird as hell, but you couldn’t care less.
If anything, you loved playing with them. Getting their hopes up, making them all hot and bothered. And hard. Oh, you loved it. And you didn’t waste a single opportunity.
You pulled your sunglasses out of the bag on your left, along with your trusty tan reflector and sunscreen. You applied some of the thick white cream to your face, neck, and chest, then leaned back, letting the hot rays of the sun hit your body that was now only covered in some minuscule swimming bottoms. The fat ladies on their balconies would look down on you for hours, wishing they could go back in time to the day they were you.
Lee made his way through his sister’s apartment, looking for some more stickers he needed to pass around in town to actually remain in the influential position he was in as sheriff. Sandy wasn’t home, and couldn’t tell him where to find these God-damn stickers so he found himself forced to leave empty-handed.
“That bitch better be having them stickers here next week or—,” he mumbled as he went down the hallway.
He cared about his sister, but if he had to choose between her and being re-elected as sheriff, he wouldn’t even hesitate to choose the latter.
Lee stepped out onto the backyard’s concrete, pulling a cigarette out of his leather jacket’s pocket as he let his eyes wander around the place. It didn’t take long for them to land on the same figure that had passed him in the hallway, this time much less covered. Not that he minded.
In fact, he was already thinking about driving his car to the nearest deserted area to beat it. But he needed to see more.
You didn’t even notice him until the air around you reeked of cigarette smoke, and the precious sunlight no longer hit your bare chest and face. “Excuse me?” You huffed, dropping the tan reflector and pushing your sunglasses up into your hair. So it really was the sheriff, you thought to yourself.
“Excuse me, Sheriff,” you repeated with a smile on your face. This time your voice was so sweet, it might have been covered in honey. “Is there anything I can do for you?” You asked, giving him a small but effective once-over before looking up at him with doe eyes.
His eyes, however, clearly were not focused on yours, and you did nothing to make him aware of it. You liked having men’s eyes on your exposed chest. And how old was the sheriff again? 35? 40? You figured those were the easiest targets. Unsatisfied by their wife and living a miserable life, they would do anything to get a little girl like you.
“Did you, erm, did you see my sister today, Miss? Sandy Henderson?” He asked, finally tearing his gaze away from your glistening tits. You felt like playing. Especially after noticing how the sheriff tried to readjust his pants. Not so inconspicuously. The tent was already there.
“No, I did not. Why were you looking for her?” You asked, getting up so you were sitting on the edge of the lounger, face ridiculously close to his middle.
You were already fighting the urge to play with his belt, especially after eyeing his gun in the holster. There was something about cops that made them oh so irresistible. And Sheriff Bodecker really was of a different caliber. He was so… enticing. But not now, you reminded yourself. Not yet.
“I was, erm, I was looking for her ‘cause I needed some, uhh, some things for my campaign. Vote for Sheriff Bodecker, you know.” Wow, you thought. He barely got that out. What an easy target. “Just let her know I was looking for her, Miss. Have a nice day,” he said, tipping his hat before quickly turning on his heels.
“Wait a minute, Sheriff,” you said, jumping up, chest still uncovered. You didn’t even think of putting your shirt back on. “You’re still looking for more people voting for you to remain sheriff, right, Sir? My parents, they’re passionate churchgoers. I think it would help if you joined the service this Sunday to show everyone how much you care, you know? I’m pretty sure you’re gonna gain a lot more voters. I myself am going, too, just in case that might influence your decision.”
You smiled at him one more time, noticing that he was thinking hard. He nodded and thanked you before he finally turned around.
It would influence Sheriff Bodecker’s decision.
The cop made his way back to his car, not entering it before he could catch one last glimpse of your beautiful curves. Trying to memorize the way your tits would jiggle ever so slightly with each breath you took, he sped past the town center with its little shops and bedraggled houses. He knew exactly where he would need to go.
Arrived at his destination — a small hidden clearing in the woods surrounding Knockemstiff — he put the car in park before searching for one of his leftover Pepsi cups in the back. Much to his disappointment, the one he had filled just three hours ago this morning happened to be the last one.
He let out a long sigh, unhappy that he would have to shoot his load somewhere else now, but his trousers became unbearably tight. He didn’t have a choice.
“Fuck you, damn little whore,” he cursed under his breath as he opened the door and turned in his seat before he hurried to unbuckle his pants, pull down his zipper and get his dick out. “Making me harder than anyone else before with them round titties out.”
Lee started stroking up and down his shaft, and he knew it wouldn’t take him long this time. “You like being watched, huh? Dirty little cunt. You enjoyed it, that I know. Just wait until imma get y—”
With a final grunt, the sheriff shot his cum onto the grass below his feet. He half-heartedly cleaned himself up and threw the used napkin out of the window before driving back to town.
On Sunday morning at 9:50 AM, Sheriff Bodecker once again found himself in his car, this time parked on the property of Knockemstiff’s town church. Service would start at ten and the house quickly filled up with a mass of uptight people dressed in the plainest clothing the man had ever seen.
“What a shame these high-cut necks hide all this jerk-off material,” he mumbled to himself as he kept his eyes on the chest areas of possibly every girl that was already old enough to grow something before grabbing his hat off the dashboard and exiting his car. He was the last person to enter the small building just seconds before the choir started belting out gospel songs he didn’t need to hear on this Sunday morning.
Lee took a seat in the empty last row and glanced around the big hall, trying to find the most delicately built figure. Would have been a lot easier for me if you had them titties out, he thought to himself. Images of your perfectly shaped curves came flashing back to his mind, and he knew it would only take one glimpse at your teasingly hot body for him to be hard again in no time.
“Your father and I are terribly disappointed in you, Y/N,” your mother whisper-yelled as soon as the choir quieted down. “We’re gonna have a conversation after service. Look at you.” She was exasperated, and you could only roll your eyes. “You look like a damn hooker,” your father added.
Looking down at yourself, you knew why your parents were so outraged. But you didn’t see the problem. The dress you were wearing covered everything that needed to be covered. To be fair, it didn’t leave a lot to imagination; but that was the point. You needed this dress today. If he came.
“I didn’t have anything else to wear, Ma. I’m sorry,” you lied, hoping your parents wouldn’t cause a scene as soon as you were on your own with them. “Don’t ask me for forgiveness, daughter. Ask the Lord. You’re gonna get yourself raped one day. Men are animals, my love, they cannot control themselves,” she reminded you and you knew what she would say next.
“Therefore you have to make sure to not give them any reason to have unholy thoughts,” the both of you finished. “I know, mother.”
However, you have never believed in her sermons. In your eyes, men were anything but wild animals that couldn’t hold themselves back. They were little pets. Your little pets. Whenever you felt like playing. And ever since you picked up with Sheriff Lee Bodecker, you couldn’t wait for the game to begin.
The preacher started talking so you leaned back against the wooden church bench. Your exposed back greeted the cold surface of its backrest and you knew there were more eyes on you than the two pairs of your parents. You indulged in the feeling of drawing everyone’s attention to you, of knowing that once they were home, every single family would be distraught that Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N let their daughter go to service dressed like that.
Your mini dress barely reached the middle of your thighs and exposed half your back. It was probably the lowest-cut piece of clothing you had. But you were proud of it, considering you had to alter it yourself to even make it this short. No clothing shop you had visited actually offered such scandalous garments.
“Is that Sheriff Bodecker?” A man in the row behind you whispered to his wife. You were so busy playing with your hair that you barely heard his name.
“What does such a profane person have to do here? I always thought he was too occupied with all his corrupt affairs.” His wife didn’t seem too fond of the cop either. “A man like him needs the Lord, John. We should pray for his soul.”
Having heard enough, you turned around and leaned on the bench’s backrest, fully aware that your tits nearly spilled out of the dress. “I’m sure there’s good in every man. Maybe he has found his way to God. Miracles really do happen still, don’t they?”
They nodded and you smiled at the couple, content with the way they seemed to agree with what you had just said. God, people in this shit-hole of a town really do believe everything whenever it’s coated in spiritual platitudes.
Your eyes landed on the man behind them dressed in the same white, black, and brown uniform you had seen a few days prior. You sent him a smile and bit your lip before turning back around, simply waiting for what would happen next.
Lee had almost given up on trying to find you. The place was packed, and everyone in front of him was sitting shoulder to shoulder. But when he heard the faint sound of a mellifluous voice he knew he hadn’t come in vain. Following the noise, his eyes were met with what he had fantasized about for the past three days during his jerk-off breaks. During every. Single. One.
And now he knew he would need another one.
He got up, making sure to cover the growing tent in his pants with his hat, excused himself, and swiftly left the church. His car was parked near a bunch of trees, and he silently thanked whatever God there may have been that everyone else was very focused on the circus program inside that ludicrous church.
The sheriff entered the driver’s side of his car. He didn’t waste any time, grabbing one of his new leftover Pepsi cups and placing it next to him before finally freeing his cock. He was painfully hard by now and realized that another look at your body had given him so many more fantasies.
His hand glided over the tip, lubing himself up with the already considerable amount of precum. With his movements quickly becoming faster, his breathing became more uneven. Lee closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he remembered the way you were leaning over the backrest, tits spilling out of your dress.
What a naughty girl, he thought. Making all them men hard in that damn church.
You turned around again at the sound of shuffling in the back of the church. You just caught sight of the sheriff leaving, and it piqued your interest.
Why would he leave if he had just arrived? It was clear that the cop was willing to do a lot to be re-elected. He wouldn’t leave without having influenced at least half the group in this room. So you had to follow him and find out what he was doing now.
Apologizing on your way out and promising your parents you would be back soon, you exited the building, quickly glancing around the area until your eyes landed on the black and white car to your right. You approached it, noticing the sheriff was inside, and as you got closer you got the answer to your question.
It turned you on. He turned you on. Knowing you achieved your goal, you got closer to the driver’s side, not being able to ignore the tingling feeling in your core.
Low grunts were leaving the man’s throat. He didn’t even notice you as you leaned on the side of the door, the familiar smell you had acquainted three days ago greeting you as you silently watched him touch himself for a few more moments.
“Y/N. Say it, Sheriff” you demanded, looking into the desperate eyes of Sheriff Lee Bodecker. His movements stopped, but you needed him to continue. “Don’t stop. Keep going. I wanna watch,” you whispered, leaning forward a little more when his eyes wandered down to your chest.
With his eyes now focused on your round breasts, he proceeded to stroke his dick, mouth agape as his breathing became steadily more uneven. “You like that, huh?” He rasped, his strokes becoming faster. “Wanna put that pretty little mouth on it?”
You chuckled, reaching out to caress the sheriff’s neck. Leaning in, you whispered into his ear. “What I want is for you to cum for me.” With a final groan, he grabbed the paper cup and spilled his cum right into it. “God, fuck me…”
The cop leaned back, only slowly catching his breath. That must’ve been the hottest thing you’d witnessed in a long time. You knew he’d be an easy target, but you didn’t think it’d be that easy to make him desperate for you.
“Hurry up, Sheriff. We don’t want them to suspect anything, right?” You smiled at him one last time, then left.
You were already on your way back to the church, trying to compose yourself. The thought of Sheriff Bodecker being so turned on by you he had to leave in the middle of the service made you feel almost intoxicated. The game has just begun, you thought to yourself, excited for what was to come.
You heard shuffling in the distance, the sound of a belt clinking, then a car door slamming shut. He caught up with you in only a matter of seconds and stopped you with a strong hand wrapped around your upper arm. “You think you can play with me, huh?” He growled in your ear. “Think you can just get away with it like that?”
Turning around to face the much taller sheriff, you huffed. “Not my fault if the sheriff doesn’t know how to be professional,” you said and entered the church, completely unaware that you’d just unleashed a beast.
A buffet was laid out for everyone after the service. Sheriff Bodecker wasn’t exactly thrilled to converse with a bunch of (in his eyes) narrow-minded fanatics but he did what needed to be done in order to be re-elected. As determined as he was to win a few more voters, his eyes, however, were focused on you. Speaking with family fathers and promising them a bright future with Lee Bodecker as Sheriff, he scanned your entire appearance. From the low-cut back to the smalls straps hugging your shoulders to your shiny hair and back to the curve of your waist. His favorite view was that of the dress’s hem hanging loose around your legs, just below your butt. Oh, how easily he could lift it up...
“Sheriff?” some random man named Gary he’d been talking to interrupted his thoughts. Tearing his gaze away from your beautiful figure, he picked up the conversation again. “Right, apologies. So, listen, Gary. If you re-elect me, I will make this town so much better.” He emphasized his (empty) promises with big hand gestures, already feeling sure some of the churchgoers would vote for him. All thanks to his little girl. She deserved a reward for this.
“Mother? Father? I’d like to introduce you to Sheriff Bodecker,” you guided your parents towards the tall man, playing innocent. “I met him outside and had a deeply interesting conversation with him. Ain’t that the truth, Sheriff?”
You beamed at the cop as you came to a halt in front of him, thinking about just how interesting your encounter had been. And you knew he had the same thing in mind.
“Ah, yeah, indeed, Miss,” Lee stuttered, struggling quite obviously to keep his eyes focused on yours instead of the rest of your body. “Your daughter is very… smart,” he continued, still struggling. You nodded at him reassuringly, telling him to continue.
“Sir… Ma’am, I would like to talk to you about my campaign. It was brought to my attention that…”
As he delivered his well-studied speech, you let your hands wander up to your cleavage, gently pulling on the fabric of your dress, acting as if you were hot. Lee couldn’t keep himself from continuously stealing glances at you. More specifically, where you placed your hands.
“It’s especially hot today, don’t you think?” You mentioned innocently. “I think I’m gonna head home to calm down a little. It was a pleasure to meet you, Sheriff.”
Before you left the church, you stopped by the little office to get a piece of paper. You wouldn’t leave Sheriff Bodecker without giving him at least something to think about. Who knows when you two would meet again?
You approached his car, folded the little note in half, and tucked it underneath his windshield wiper.
Sam’s Diner. I work there. x
The following weeks were rather normal. You continued your work in the diner, working longer shifts than usual to make up for the lost money. After your move in the church, your parents decided to not pay your rent for the following month, so the money needed to be made somehow.
You used your female charm to your benefit, earning more than double the amount of tips your shy colleagues did.
“Anything else for you, hun?” You beamed at a man in his mid-twenties. He was one of the more respectful guys you had served tonight, and you found a liking in him. “Nah, ma’am, I’m perfectly fine. Thank you,” he replied.
You nodded, already wanting to go back to the counter when he stopped you. “Actually, there is something I want.” Smiling, and knowing exactly what that something would be, you approached him again. “Yes, love?” You wanted it, too.
Repeatedly slamming your back against the cold and hard brick wall of the back of the diner, the young man — his name was Michael — pounded into you with such force and urge, you almost forgot about the much older sheriff. Low whimpers escaped your mouth at the way Michael added his surprisingly skilled hands to his steady rhythm.
But as much as your body was there, in some alley in back of the diner, your mind wandered to the images of Sheriff Lee Bodecker watching you, craving you, using you to blow off some steam. The thought of him thinking about you in exactly that way day-in, day-out was all you needed to fall over the edge, giving Michael the impression he was responsible for your intense high.
“Fuck, you’re better than all them whores I’ve paid. Can we do that again?” Michael said as he pulled his pants back up again. You looked at him, feeling… disgust? Anger? Disappointment?
You couldn’t quite place it, but you knew this would’ve been a one-time thing. You didn’t want to do it again. It was good but it bored you. It wasn’t a game. You couldn’t play with Michael. Not the way you played with Lee.
“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, Michael. I appreciate the compliment, though,” you remarked, pushing your skirt and apron down again and getting ready to get back to work. That was until you saw the red and blue hue of flashing lights reflect from the white wall of the opposite building. Followed by one loud howl of a siren.
You looked at Michael, fear written all over his face. What a pussy, you thought, disappointed. “Just go, I got this,” you instructed him and he ran as if his life depended on it. You rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms in front of your chest, slowly walking towards the vehicle as the driver got out.
“Evenin’, ma’am. Got no work to do or what?” The sheriff asked, leaning against the hood of his car, arms crossed just like yours. His eyes were glued to your figure. He seemed almost intimidating. Like a hunter watching his prey. If only he knew he would have to chase it, you thought. For a long while.
“Are you going to arrest me for taking a break?” You smoothed out your apron as you took slow steps towards the tall man. “Is it… prohibited?” The look on his face changed as you got closer and closer. You noticed how uncomfortable his pants were getting — once again. Quickly clearing his throat, he adjusted his pants, then kept one hand on the buckle of his belt. “That’s not what I’m tryna say, ma’am,” he began.
“I’m just wondering…” He approached you with the little note in his hand, slowly, almost menacingly, and suddenly you became aware of your racing heartbeat. You were not sure what you were feeling at this very moment, whether it was excitement or fear, or both, but you knew you certainly haven’t played such a dangerous game before.
You’re just nervous, Y/N, you tried to convince yourself. It’s ‘cause you like him. ‘Cause he’s older. ‘Cause he’s the sheriff. Get it together, Y/N.
“Wondering about what?” You teased, back to your confident self as you twirled a strand of your hair with your finger. “Wondering what you were doing with that poor boy that just ran away like a scared little girl.”
Lee was now standing directly in front of you, looking down into your eyes. “Wondering if he fucked you.” He took the strand of hair from your finger to play with it himself. With his head slightly tilted to the sight, he studied your face, his hat casting a shadow over one side of his face.
“I was also wondering,” he continued, having dropped your hair to cup your cheek, “if you willingly opened your legs for him.” His thumb glided along your bottom lip. Suddenly you were no longer the teasing one or the one in charge. It was all Sheriff Bodecker.
“I was wondering if — should you really have opened your legs for this kid — he was able to satisfy you. And I don’t mean make you cum cause— that’s the least a guy can do, right? I mean…” He got even closer.
So close you were able to smell all of him. All the different scents mixed together. Cologne, cigarette smoke, sweat, all of it. All of him. “... did he make you see the stars?” He whispered in your ear, then chuckled. “Bet not.”
You weren’t sure how to feel. You were confused; uncertain if you really wanted this. You wanted to play, yes, but now it felt like he was. You weren’t sure if you liked this.
Or maybe you did?
“Thanks for the note, by the way,” he held it up before shoving it into the backpocket of his pants. “My little girl still needs her reward for helping me out in the church, right?”
His hand then wandered along the side of your body, playing with the hem of your skirt. then back up, always following the curves of your body. The touch was gentle, yet harsh. Sheriff Bodecker walked you back towards his car until you could feel your legs touching the hood.
“You know, I would’ve lost my fucking mind if I hadn’t known where to find you.” He leaned over you, forcing you to steady yourself with your hands on the hood of his car. You didn’t dare to touch him, simply feeling overwhelmed by all his words and actions. It all happened too quickly, and you didn’t have a say in anything.
“You like this?” Lee asked as his hand trailed along your inner thighs, forcing them apart so he could position himself between them. You nodded, but you didn’t know why. “I knew you would,” he breathed. “God, I’m so fucking hard, Y/N. All ‘cause of you. Been hard for weeks now.”
His hand wandered closer to your core, eventually rubbing you through your underwear. He kissed his way along your neck, up to your jaw until he forcibly placed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, though, tasting a mix of orange soda and cigarettes as your tongues swirled around another.
“Moan for me, babygirl,” he muttered in between the kisses. And you did. Almost automatically. You did everything he told you to do. “Now get my dick out.” You did. “Touch it.” You did. “Up and down, my little girl up and down.” You also did that. “Good girl. Didn’t think you’d be so obedient after your little stunt at the church.”
He looked down at your small hand around his cock, letting out a strangled groan as you continued to pump him. You were still wondering if you really enjoyed all of this, and contemplating whether you should ask him to stop.
However, you weren’t really given any choice as Lee moved your hand to the side and held it down with his wrapped tightly around your wrist. “Wanna feel your little pussy around me. Feel it clench and milk me,” he mumbled against your lips, forcing your legs open even more when you subconsciously tried to push them together.
“What is that? Acting like you don’t want it? I like your games, babygirl,” he chuckled, pushing your back down onto the hood, now holding both of your arms above your head. “Lee, I—,” you stuttered, definitely feeling uncertain now.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it, baby. Say my name. Say it again,” the sheriff rasped as he pulled your panties to the side and swiped the head of his dick along your folds. “God, you’re so wet.”
“Lee, I really—,” you tried again, but stopped when you felt him enter you. He was big, stretching you out like no one has before, and while you didn’t mind the feeling of being filled to the brim, you still couldn’t really let go. Everything was going too fast.
“No, God, please,” you breathed out almost inaudibly. You had no choice. He was way too strong for you to even try to push him off of you. “Lee, I…” Your eyes started to burn, tears pooling in the corner and threatening to fall down your hot cheeks.
He picked up his pace. “You wanna know how long I fucking dreamed of this? How many times I jerked off to this exact moment? Oh fuck, your pussy is better than any I ever had.” More groans escaped his mouth as he continued to pound into you at — and you didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you knew it was true — the perfect speed and with the right amount of force.
You unintentionally started moaning out his name as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “You gonna cum for me, my little girl?” Lee whispered, his free hand now circling your clit just right.
That warm feeling in your core intensified as he continued his movements at that speed, and you couldn’t help but realize that he knew what he was doing. “I asked you something, Y/N,” he warned you, thrusting slower — almost agonizingly slow — until you answered his question. “I said, are you gonna cum for me?”
You nodded. “Yes, yes, please.” You didn’t know if you were begging out of pleasure or because you wanted this moment to end as soon as possible. It was a confusing feeling, it made your mind uneasy and your body stiff.
But Lee did not notice, too high on whatever kind of drug this was for him. Forcing himself onto a girl he has fantasized about for weeks. “Such a good, good girl.”
He picked up his pace again, and you could feel you were close. The feeling was too intense for you to keep quiet any longer, and loud moans fell from your lips. “Look at me.” You did. “Good girl. Now cum.” And you did.
He shortly followed after, spilling his seed into you, and instantly pulled away, leaving you on that hood like a rag doll.
“Don’t you dare open that filthy little mouth to anyone,” Lee spat as he buckled his belt. “This will be our secret, huh, my naughty little girl?” You slowly got up, feeling dizzy as you slid down the hood of the sheriff’s car.
But he got mad when you didn’t reply immediately. He rushed towards you, wrapping his hand around your throat. “Ain’t that right? You hear me? Use your God-damn mouth.”
“Yes, Sir,” you whispered and he smiled down at you, fully satisfied now. “Good girl. Now go back to work, huh? Wouldn’t want anyone to be worried, right?” You nodded and walked back to the diner, legs shaking.
“My God, where have you been? The place is packed as hell and you disappear for God knows how long. Get the fuck back to work, Y/N,” your boss yelled at you, clearly not taking notice of your trance-like state.
You forced an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Jim, I’ll be right back at it.”
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Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader
Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts…)
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, abuse, and sexual assault (depictions of none, though), alcoholism/ drunkenness, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of infidelity, murder
Word Count: 6.4k
A/N: Pretty lightly edited, just a warning
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“Hey, hun, what can I getcha?” You leaned into your popped hip, pen and notepad in hand.
A man you hadn’t met before, clearly someone just passing through town, was sitting across the diner bar in a light blue button-up and suspenders. He was fairly clean cut save for the day-old scruff across his face. He studied the menu intensely before setting it down and looking up at you with a sweet-as-pie smile. “Can I please have coffee with some cream and the grits?” He asked with a southern drawl.
You scribbled down his order on the notepad, “That all?”
“Mhm, I think so. Thanks doll.” He slid the menu towards you before reaching for a newspaper that had been left on the counter beside him by the last patron. You turned around to pin the man’s order on the little turnstile for the chef when the little bell on the door rang.
Tucking your notepad back into the apron tied around your waist, you grabbed the pot of coffee from the counter and poured the man a cup of the rich black liquid. Next, you prepared a little ceramic cup of cream and walked back to set them on the counter in front of him. His polite thanks were only the background when you saw Arvin walk behind the man and shoot you a smile before settling down in a seat at the bar only a few seats away.
You walked over to him and leaned on the counter with a smile, “Well, hey there stranger. You on lunch already?”
Arvin nodded, looking to you hopefully, “Yeah ‘n I was hopin’ you might be too so I could grab a bite to eat with my favorite girl.”
“Shh!” You hushed him with exasperated wide eyes, like it should have been obvious that he needed to keep his voice down, because in your mind it was. You nodded your head to the other patrons in the diner. “Y’know word travels fast in little towns like this ‘n I don’t need my daddy findin’ out ‘bout us,” you whispered to Arvin who sighed in annoyed understanding. You knew he wasn’t annoyed at you but the situation was less than ideal.
He tapped his fingers on the counter and his knees bounced under the bar, “So is that a no for lunch?”
You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clock that hung on the wall. It was only eleven in the morning but maybe you could ask Charlene if she could cover so you could take an early lunch. “Let me double check real quick.” You held up a finger to excuse yourself into the back to find your coworker.
No more than ten minutes later, you and Arvin walked out to his car with two take-out boxes of burgers you had managed to swipe from the kitchen in hand. He slid into the driver’s seat while you planted yourself beside him in the passenger’s. You handed him one of the boxes of food before opening your own and
digging into the small handful of fries. “So how is your day going so far?”
Arvin took a large bite of his burger, covering his mouth with his hand has he tried to speak and chew at the same time, “Ain’t too bad. I got an engine to rebuild for an old Ford when I get back but nothin’ too terrible. How ‘bout you?”
“Ready to go home already,” you chuckled, popping a fry in your mouth, “But it ain’t too bad here either. Just would like to not be here.”
Arvin laughed a little beside you, “I know how that feels. Thanks for the burgers by the way. I appreciate it. I don’t want you gettin’ in no trouble for stealin’ food.”
You shrugged off his concern, “Don’t worry ‘bout it. If people don’t eat it, it just goes in the trash anyways. I ain’t gonna get in any trouble.”
He let out a heavy breath, resigning to your insistence, which he really just found an adorable confident stubbornness. A comfortable silence fell over the unmoving car as the two of you ate your lunches in the parking lot. When you finished chewing your bite, you looked over at Arvin, “How long you been livin’ with us?”
Arvin looked up at the brick wall straight ahead in thought, “Maybe five months now. Longer than I meant to-"
"I didn't mean it like that! I was just wonderin'...." you got awkwardly quiet for a moment, "Havin' you 'round has been the best five months in a really really long time."
"For me too. When I came into town, I thought I'd be livin' in my car. Didn't know how lucky I'd be gettin' to live with the most beautiful girl in the world." His hand reached over to your thigh, squeezing lightly.
Even after all of his sweet affections and compliments, they never failed to make your cheeks ache from trying not to blush and smile like a schoolgirl. “You really think flattery will get you somewhere?” you giggled teasingly, turning towards him and nudging his leg with your hand.
“Well it got me in your house so…” He teased back, something that he had been doing more often in the last few weeks. Arvin had never been the most humorous of people, aside from the occasional chuckle or hidden smile. That had been changing since the two of you had gotten closer though.
“Uh, no! It might get you kicked outta my house though if my daddy ever finds out.” It started as chuckle but the words faded into concerned worry as you realized how true they could really be.
Arvin sensed the shift, “You really think your daddy would kick me out if he found out ‘bout us?”
You nodded, “Without a doubt. Would probably throw me out too.” You shifted so you were sitting on your bent leg, suddenly uncomfortable.
He began cautiously, “I mean… would that really be such a bad thing?”
You whipped your head to look at him, “I ain’t got nowhere else to live right now. I been savin’ up for a year to move out but it ain’t enough to buy a place of my own yet.”
“How much you got?”
That number was in your head immediately, one that you kept a running total of with every paycheck. “$4,317.” It wasn’t enough, though, and you knew it. Even the old run down houses around town cost $12,000, which meant you weren’t even halfway to the fixer-uppers, not that you minded buying a fixer upper. “I don’t need a mansion or nothin’ but it ain’t nearly enough for even something small.”
Arvin chewed his lip, thinking about the box of cash he’d been stashing away with each of his paychecks as well. He knew exactly what it was like in your position, struggling to save up the money to get on your own feet. He hated relying on others and, even though he really liked you, he hated depending on your and your father for shelter. “You ain’t gonna be stuck in this ol’ town forever,” he promised you and it came out just like that. A promise. “You’re too good for this place.”
Another smile forced its way onto your face at his words of hope, “I’ll get outta here eventually…”
Suddenly, a familiar male voice yelled your name and you flinched. You turned towards the voice to see your boss, Harold, standing at the backdoor of the diner with his hands on his hips. He gave you a stern look and tapped the watch on his wrist before pointing at you then jabbing his thumb over his shoulder towards the door.
“Shit! I totally lost track of time!” You scrambled to gather up the trash from lunch and stuffed it into the paper bag you’d brought it out in. “I’m sorry, I have to run!”
Arvin had nearly jumped out of his skin when your name had been yelled, the only person he’d ever heard calling you that way being your father. He crumbled up the paper wrapper for his burger and stuffed it in the paper bag for you. “‘M sorry. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your boss.”
“Nah, he’s fine,” you waved off the worry dismissively, “He acts all tough but he ain’t nothin’ but a softy.” You opened up the door and began to slide out when you stopped and took a quick glance around. Nobody was in the parking lot, or really anywhere in sight for that matter. In an impulsive swift action, you grabbed Arvin by the collar of his greasy shirt and pulled his lips to yours quickly before pushing him before anyone could see.
He looked stunned, big brown eyes wide and shocked by your courageous kiss. Your heart raced and your cheeks flushed with the exhilaration of actually sneaking a kiss to Arvin in public. It was a dangerous move but your dad was at work and there was nobody else around to see. You tried to hide your excited smile by chewing your bottom lip but it didn’t work. “Thanks for lunch, Arv.”
“Uh - y-yeah. Thank you for the burger.” Arvin stumbled over his words while you slid out of the car and closed the door behind you, leaving the poor boy struggling to make his brain catch up to reality.
“See you at home!” You waved one last time before turning. Arvin watched as you jogged back to the entrance of the diner, your little dress bouncing with every movement. You turned to give him one last glance before you disappeared behind the door.
Work had passed rather uneventfully for you. You put in the last few hours of your shift, went to the grocery store, and then headed home to start on dinner.
Arvin, on the other hand, the rest of his day at work had shaken the good feeling he’d had since his lunch break with you. He had found himself with a wrench in hand, trying to bolt back in the engine he’d been rebuilding for the last few hours. Grease smeared across his shirt, pants, and face despite how hard he tried to keep his dirty hands from ruining his clothes. Even if they were work clothes, he didn’t have that many sets of outfits nor the money to go out and buy more.
“My cousin lives o’er there with his wife. Said the sheriff up and disappeared for a while but they found him dead in the woods.”
Arvin’s head nearly hit the hood of the car that was propped up when he heard those words. He looked over his shoulder to see Davis and Fred, two of the other guys that worked at the mechanics shop, talking over two cans of beer.
“You hear anythin’ ‘bout that, Arvin?” Davis asked, sipping his can.
Arvin’s heart twisted in panic but he shook his head like hadn’t heard what they were talking about, “Hear ‘bout what?”
“Few months back, the sheriff in my cousin’s hometown turned up dead. Someone shot ‘im in the woods outside o’ some small town nearby. His name was like Lodeck or Bodecker or somethin’ like that.” Davis explained the story to both of the guys.
“Eh, pro’lly had it comin’,” Your dad came entered from the storage room with a handful of bolts, “I know I’ve met some sheriffs that deserved a bullet between the eyes.”
Fred rolled his eyes, “Yeah well you’re an angry drunk so I’m sure you’d say that ‘bout anyone who took a drink from you. I’m sure this guy wasn’t that bad. What kinda sick fuck you gotta be to shoot a sheriff? This ain’t no wild west movie where you go gunnin’ down the law.”
“Nah, I heard he was a no good son o’ a bitch. Guess his sister and her husband got murdered the day before. Found tons of pictures o’ them kissin’ on some dead guys. Some real sick shit, Fred. Sheriff might have been in on it too. Regardless, my cousin said he ran into ‘im one time with his wife and the sheriff really was a bastard,'' Davis shrugged off Fred’s comment, refuting the tragedy Fred was trying to make Bodecker’s death by tarnishing his name.
Arvin’s heart was racing and he began to feel dizzy. The images of those few days had haunted him since they had happened but he had found himself thinking about it less and less as the days passed.
Arvin shook his head out of the clouds and snapped back into reality, “What?”
“You came into town ‘round the same time all this happened. Did you hear anythin’ about it?” Fred questioned, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans.
The young man just shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout it till now. I heard ‘bout the sister though. Sounds like she and her boyfriend were no good.”
“You know what I think?” Your dad began, picking up a wrench and pointing it in Arvin’s direction, “I think our man Arvin here did the sheriff in!”
Arvin stiffened up, “What? Why would you think that?”
“You come strollin’ along through town with nothin’ but a backpack and no backstory ‘bout the same time four people turn up murdered. Mighty suspicious.” Arvin tried his hardest to stand tall and not allow his fear to show but the tension in his jaw was bordering of painful now.
Davis swatted at your dad, “C’mon, leave the boy alone. There’s gotta be thousands of people in that area that coulda murdered them. Can’t imagine Arvin doin’ such a thing.”
Arvin was grateful for Davis’s trust. If only he deserved it.
“I’m only jokin’! Y’all a bunch of whiny little girls, can’t take a fuckin’ joke.” Your dad grumbled to himself, swatting his hand towards his coworkers.
“Ah, shut up.” Fred stood up from the table he’d been sitting at and laid back down on the dolley before sliding under the jacked up Chevy he had been tasked with. “Ain’t nobody ‘round here takes you seriously.”
Arvin watched as your dad walked past Fred, kicking him in the leg and earning a loud exclamation of annoyance, but it was as if he were disconnected from the whole scene. He had tried so hard to forget what had happened back in Knockemstiff and Coal Creek, though it seemed damn near impossible considering it had uprooted his entire life. This tiny town a few hours away was his safe haven, his new beginning. He never would have imagined that anyone this far away would have heard about the murders.
Hearing Davis and Fred bring up Bodecker’s name made Arvin’s blood turn to ice in his veins. What kinda sick fuck you gotta be to shoot a sheriff? Fred’s words played over and over in Arvin’s head. This was just what he was worried about. This was why he ran. Nobody would believe Bodecker was trying to kill him first. Self defense didn’t mean shit when it was against the law. The same with Reverend Teagarden. A man of the word? Arvin didn’t stand a chance if anyone found out what he’d done.
“Hey son,” Davis’s soft voice made Arvin nearly jump out of his skin, “Don’t take nothin’ that ol’ man says to heart. I’m sure you know since you been livin’ with him that he’s just a cranky ol’ drunk who don’t know when to shut up. You’re a good kid, Arvin. Ain’t none of us actually think you did it.”
Arvin looked down at where Davis’s hand rested on his shoulder, the same way his dad used to touch his shoulder when he was reassuring him. He forced a small appreciative nod and a strained appearance of being unbothered, “It’s alright, Davis. I know he’s just kiddin’ ‘round. I ‘ppreciate it though.”
Your father arrived at home before Arvin, much to your dismay. Elvis Presley’s Blue Hawaii album was spinning on the record player when he came into the kitchen, kicking his boots off by the door.
“Hey, daddy! How was work?” You asked, mashing a bowl of potatoes for dinner.
He made a line directly to the fridge, grabbing a beer and popping the tab off with no effort, “It was alright. Damn Gilligan blew out the transmission on his truck so I been stuck fixin’ that up all day. Lookin’ forward to this right here.” Your father lifted up the beer bottle and sipped it with satisfaction. Yeah, I’m sure you were, you thought, rolling your eyes with your back turned to your dad.
“Well, if you wanna get cleaned up, dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. More than enough time for a shower,” you offered with a cheerful voice. Lunch with Arvin today had made your day good in a way that was hard to ruin.
“Yeah, I might go do that. What’s for dinner?” Your father walked over and peeked over your shoulder to see what you had cooking on the stove.
“Mashed potatoes, green beans, and chicken.” You cut in a few slices of butter and added them to the bowl of mashed potatoes, sprinkling some salt, pepper, and garlic powder to taste.
Expecting some words of discouragement like you usually earned from your father, he just nodded contently and disappeared out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. You turned to watch him walk away, your mouth fallen open in pleased surprise at the fact that you just had a semi-pleasant interaction with your father for the first time in several weeks. You turned back to mixing in the now melted butter into the mashed potatoes when the front door opened yet again.
You looked back to see Arvin walking in through the living room, “Hey, Arv!”
His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and judging by the way his eyes shot up to you, as if he hadn’t expected your greeting, he had been staring at the ground when he walked in. “Hi,” he answered low and short with no emotion one way or the other.
Your brows furrowed, “Everythin’ alright?” Leaving the food on the counter and wiping your hands on your apron, you walked out into the living room towards him.
Arvin visibly took a step back and his eyes widened a little, his shoulders squaring up, “Yeah, ‘m good. Just wanna take a shower.”
Before you could get the words out, he had already begun walking away. “My dad’s already in the bathroom,” you called out after him, finally getting him to stop.
Arvin didn’t turn back to you though, only half glanced over his shoulder, “Oh, alright.” He turned back to continue his walk back to his room.
“Dinner will be ready soon!” You attempted to add, only earning a small thanks in response and the sound of Arvin’s door closing. “O-oh… okay.” You stood alone in the living room, the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and Elvis Presley’s voice filling the room but not loud enough to drown out your concern.
Dinner went by just as uncomfortably. You poked at your mashed potatoes, keeping your gaze stuck down at the food on your plate except for when you glanced over at Arvin who seemed to be actively looking anywhere except for you. This only made you roll your eyes out of frustration and stare back down at your food.
Your dad talked about his day, mostly grumbled complaints, “I don’t get nearly ‘nough respect ‘round here. Damn Fred and Davis callin’ me a drunk. What? A man can’t enjoy a damn beer without being called a drunk! Damn prudes.” When you didn’t respond, he reached over and tapped your arm, “Hey? You even listenin’?”
“Hm?” You tried to make yourself focus on what he was saying this time, “Sorry, long day. What happened?”
“See? I ain’t get no respect at work and I can’t even get no respect at my own damn house from my own damn daughter!” He grumbled, the feet of the wooden chair scraping against the ground as he stood up forcefully, swaying a little side to side but bracing himself on the wall to walk out of the room.
You didn’t even possess the mental capacity to care about his little tantrum. Your mind was swimming with confusion and, honestly, anger, at Arvin’s little unexplained silent treatment. “Okay, what’s wrong?” You asked, leaning towards Arvin.
“Nothin’.” He answered simply, taking a sip of his water. His voice was low and he still refused to make eye contact, despite nothin’ being wrong.
“That’s a lie. Everythin’ was fine this mornin’ and now you’re suddenly not talkin’ to me. Won’t even look at me! What the hell, Arvin? Did I say somethin’ wrong?” Thinking back, there wasn’t anything you had said earlier that you could imagine warranting such a negative response from Arvin so your confusion and concern had quickly turned to frustration.
Arvin shook his head, “No, no, you ain’t did nothin’ wrong.”
“Then what is it?” You practically begged him to tell you. You hated being upset at him when clearly something was bothering him but this felt like he was just playing some broody guessing game with you, something you got enough of from your dad.
Stress shone through Arvin’s eyes and he met your gaze finally, if only for a second, before looking away again. You could see there was a flicker of something you hadn’t seen in him before but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Whatever it was, it was really bothering him and you felt guilty for being upset. You just couldn’t understand why you suddenly were being ignored for something that apparently had nothing to do with you.
“I can’t tell you.”
Arvin’s admittal just made you more upset. “So you’re not mad at me but you’re ignoring me and can’t tell me why?”
Arvin hadn’t seen you look at him this way. At your father, yes, but he was unaccustomed to that raised eyebrow and frustratedly desperate crack in your voice being directed towards him. He hated it. He hated knowing that he was causing you to feel upset and helpless when he was supposed to be your escape from those exact feelings.
But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth. You’d think he was a monster. You’d hate him. He’d lose the one good thing he had in his life because-
Arvin shook his head, “‘M sorry.” He looked anywhere but at you because he couldn’t stand to see the way your face fell, though he could practically feel your heart fall from across the table. He didn’t need to see it. He knew.
“Fine.” You stood up and grabbed your plate, scraping the rest in the garbage and setting the plate in the sink. Your appetite was gone and your patience had snapped, not that you had been the most patient thus far anyways.
Arvin watched as you stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed your coat off the coat rack by the front door, and walked out of the house. His head hit his hands. No matter how hard he tried to protect those he cared about, he only seemed to hurt them more.
You hadn’t expected Arvin to find you here so when the door opened to the old barn, you turned around in surprise. You were curled up in your coat, sitting on an old wooden crate that had been untouched in this unused barn for God knows how long. A large window looked out over the large field that had once been the family farm but was now practically a glorified dirt lot. Your coat was wrapped tightly around your body, held in place with one hand while you held a lit cigarette with the other.
“Didn’t know you smoked,” Arvin took a few steps in, his hands shoved guiltily in the pocket of his denim jacket.
You blew out a large plume of smoke that you had been holding in and looked away, “I don’t too often.”
Arvin closed the barn door behind him as he approached you and you had to fight the urge to get up and leave but you knew that made you no less immature than the way you felt he was acting.
“‘M sorry. I really am.”
You took another drag and turned to him, the moonlight illuminating his features - somehow so boy-like but so rugged - and it was hard to stay mad at him. “I am too. I don’t mean to be dramatic but I just… I don’t understand, Arv. If somethin’s wrong, you can tell me. This whole silent treatment BS with zero explanation doesn’t cut it.”
Arvin let out a heavy breath. While doing the dishes from dinner for you after you stormed off, he had had time to contemplate what to do. And he had decided. “If I tell you, it’s gonna change how you look at me.”
Your head tilted up at his cryptic opener but you said nothing, only urged him to continue with your eyes.
With a deep shaky inhale, he started his story, “I ain’t a bad man but I’ve done some bad things. Things that I thought I could run away from. I been livin’ a lie for a long time, actin’ like I ain’t hurt nobody, but it ain’t true.” Arvin paused for a moment to gauge your reaction and all he saw was fear in your eyes, just as he had feared.
A million thoughts of terrible things people were capable of ran through your head as you tried to figure out which one Arvin could possibly be guilty of, though they all felt so out of character for him. Was it murder? Assault? Rape? Thievery? The man you had come to care for so deeply now swam in a murky pool of doubt and distrust. Arvin saw all this and more in your deep, worried eyes.
“What did you do?” Your voice was weaker than you wanted it to be, cracking with fear. Until today, you hadn’t imagined Arvin capable of doing anything that could real harm to anyone, maybe aside from a stupid fight in high school or something along those lines, but you could see it in his eyes that whatever it was he was trying to confess to really was that bad.
Arvin lost his ability to speak for a moment. He had resolved to tell you everything before even coming out here to talk to you but the fear shining in your eyes already had his heart breaking. It was as if every new line of moonlight reflecting off the growing whites of your eyes was a new stain that he managed to tarnish your view of him with. Arvin had to look away because he couldn’t bear to look at you when he finally admitted his crimes, couldn’t stand to watch your face contort in fear when you realized what a monster he was.
“Y-you remember that preacher I told you ‘bout? The one that hurt my sister?”
You nodded, “Y-yeah…”
Arvin swallowed hard and he gripped his thigh tight enough to turn his knuckles white. “Well few weeks after we buried Lenora, a police officer came up ‘n told me the coroner had found out she was havin’ a baby. None of us knew before. I don’t know how but I just knew it was that no good preacher. I didn’t have any proof though so I started followin’ ‘im ‘n found out he was worse than I thought. He was no good to his wife ‘n I saw him out takin' advantage of another girl in town who was even younger than my Lenora was. He was doin’ nothin’ but hurtin’ people ‘n I… I killed im.”
Your mouth fell open, “You- You killed him?”
Arvin looked down at his feet, “I shot him.”
It was silent as you processed the information. This preacher sounded like a terrible man, abusing young girls and leading one to commit suicide. The infidelity to his wife was a moot point against his other indiscretions and even that was unacceptable. It honestly sounded like Arvin had done a service to the world, taking this monster out of it, but it was still difficult to look at him the same after knowing that he had actually shot someone.
When you didn’t respond, Arvin had decided to continue, not thinking he could cause much more damage, “I ran. Left a note for my grandma and uncle and disappeared. I tried hitchhiking my way out of town when I got picked by this couple. They seemed nice ‘nough at first but the husband, he started actin’ real weird. They pulled us way off the road. Said he wanted to take some pictures but then I saw him pull out a gun and then he tried pullin’ me outta the car. I-I panicked and I kicked the door into him ‘n I shot ‘im before he could get me.”
Arvin’s voice was cracking as tears began to fall down his face. It was one thing to replay the memories in his own head but it was another thing entirely to actually confess his sins to someone he cared so deeply about, knowing the truth would most likely hurt you. “The wife, she pulled out a gun and pointed it at me ‘n I pointed mine at her. I begged her to put the gun down. I-I didn’t wanna shoot her. I really didn’t. I was so tired of killin’ but then she apologized ‘n I knew she was gonna pull the trigger. We both shot at the same time. I got no clue how she didn’t shoot me. I fell out the car without a scratch but I when I got up, I realized I got her through the neck 'n she was gone. I panicked ‘n searched the car. Found all these pictures of her all naked and huggin’ up on some naked dead guy ‘n I knew… I knew I was gonna be next.”
Your brain sprinted a mile a minute to try and keep up with the trauma Arvin was confessing and you didn’t know whether to hug him and let him cry on you or run as far away as possible.
“There’s more?” You wanted to beg him to stop talking, to stop telling you about the blood on his hands, to stop telling you about all the suffering he had been through. You sounded shocked and heartbroken and yet none of these tragedies were yours.
Arvin hiccuped and sniffled in a failed attempt to hide a sob. Red had taken over his features, both physically and metaphorically. Obviously distraught by his past and now your reaction, he felt like he was beginning to spiral down that hole of darkness that he had tried so hard to claw his way out of. There were nothing but snakes down there, ready to bite him and poison his mind with the words he had fought so desperately to keep out. Murderer. Stalker. Liar. Sinner. All of these and so many more.
Yet, he nodded, feeling as if he’d still be lying if he didn’t finish telling you everything. When he nodded, you made a small squeak of disbelief.
“I-I ran,” He sniffled out, “I hitchhiked my way back to my old hometown. I didn’t know why at first but I just needed to go home. Felt like maybe I could fix what had been broken there. Went there to find it all burnt down but then this sheriff came lookin’ after me. Turns out he was that lady’s brother - the one who shot at me and had the pictures of the cut up dead guys. He was all angry and wanted to kill me for shootin’ his sister. I tried… I tried to tell ‘im that she was no good and that she was gonna kill me but he didn’t wanna listen. He was shootin’ at me and… and… I ain’t had no choice.”
It was silent, aside from the ambient bugs chirping outside. You had tried so hard to focus on Arvin’s face but you had long since zoned out visually, only able to focus on the words he was saying. How could he have gone through all of this? How could your wonderful, amazing, beautiful Arvin Russell have survived so much suffering and been forced to murder people? Murder.
“Please say somethin’.”
Your lips quivered as your vision came back into view and all you saw was a tearful, fearful, remorseful boy before you on the brink of falling apart. Arvin’s hair was messy from having run his hands through it, his eyes were red and puffy from the tears, his breathing was shaky from remembering. There were no words.
You threw your arms around his neck and held him tightly to you. You didn’t know what else to do. How does someone respond to information like this? There was so much trust that Arvin needed to put in you to tell you - you couldn’t freak out.
“You don’t hate me?” His hands flew to your arms, prying them off his neck so he could see your face.
Your head shook, “How could I hate you for what you did?”
“I murdered four people.”
“You took out a disgusting predator who practically killed your sister and was harming who knows how many other girls. Then you killed a couple of murderers who pulled guns on you first in self defense. And then, yet again, you were put in a life or death situation with a sheriff who was shootin’ at you for killin’ his murderin’ sister. Three of those were self defense and I’d dare say that first one was a public service. You have nothin’ to be sorry for. You have nothin’ to regret. You did what you had to do to survive.” You squeezed Arvin’s hands tightly, running your soft thumbs over the lightly calloused skin of his knuckles.
Arvin looked down at your hands on his, hands that were so much smaller than his own but right now felt so encompassing and comforting, as if they wrapped his own in a blanket of protection. He couldn’t believe you were okay with this. He was barely okay with it. “I don’t regret it but I didn’t wanna have to do it. If I coulda let that lady go, if she only woulda listened to me ‘n put the gun down I wouldn’t o’ had to pull the trigger. I coulda let the cops deal with it. Same with the sheriff. If only he woulda listened… I only wanted to shoot the preacher. I was okay with havin’ that on my conscience. But I had no idea how outta control that day was gonna get. All those cold dead eyes starin’ up at you, watchin’ the life drain from someone’s face ‘n knowin’ you’re the one who caused that... Even if they were real fucked up people, it ain’t a sight that’s easy to see.”
“I can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like, Arvin.” Your hand slid up his arm to rest on his bicep and you leaned your forehead onto his shoulder. His arm snaked around your body and held you close but cautious, like he was scared if he held you too tightly that you’d be scared he’d hurt you too. Of course, you weren’t. The thought did cross your mind that perhaps it was unwise to trust a man who just admitted to killing four people but that wasn’t Arvin and you knew it. “You may have killed people but that does not make you a killer. You’re just someone who was put in some really hard situations and had to make some tough choices.”
You pulled back and put your hand on his cheek, slightly scratchy from not shaving that day, and you spoke gently, “You are wonderful, Arvin. You are caring and hard working and loyal and willing to stand up for what is right. You are everything good in this world-”
“I hurt people-”
“You protect people,” you corrected, “‘N if some bad people had to get hurt to keep the good ones safe, well maybe they shouldn’t have been such bad people.”
Arvin could have melted into a puddle at your feet, and likely would have if you hadn’t been holding him. Never had he expected to tell anyone his terrible deeds and in every imagined scenario in which he did, it had never ended well. He had imagined you running for the hills, screaming at him to get out, maybe even threatening him physically out of fear that he’d hurt you now (which he’d never dream of doing).
But you didn’t do any of that. Gentleness and understanding were far from the reaction he’d expected or even felt like he deserved but nevertheless here you were holding him and reassuring him that he wasn’t the monster he’d called himself for so many months.
“I love you.”
His admission surprised you but Arvin felt fully confident in his words. He had never known what love felt like - romantic love at least - but this was damn near the closest thing he could imagine to it. You occupied his thoughts every waking moment, your face and your voice swimming around his imagination in a beautiful ocean of warmth and kindness and goodness that he would gladly drown in. You were strong and responsible and understanding and oh so beautiful. Much like him, you’d been handed a shit hand by life and struggled each day to make the best of it. Arvin cared about you so much it scared him because he had not felt this compulsion towards anyone since Lenora had passed. After losing everything he’d ever loved, he was scared that if he admitted that he loved you, life would take you away from him as well. If there was one thing that you did, though, it was take away Arvin’s fear.
“I love you too, Arvin.” He pulled your body flush against his when you responded, a heavy sigh of relief leaving his chest. Much like Arvin, you hadn’t known what real love felt like. You’d even started believing that maybe you weren’t meant for such a luxury.
Now you and Arvin felt like the richest people in the world, despite having almost nothing to your names. As long as you were in each others’ arms, you had everything. You were each others’ trust, honesty, comfort, compassion, and protection.
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📒: how about arvin proposing to the reader and just being a straight up simp :’)
marry me stupid (arvin russell x reader)
warnings: simp overload, fluuufff, language, mentions of sex
edited: this is pretty shitty sorry sorry fsjkdhf
a/n: absofuckinglutely. yes. sorry i wanted to make it a lil spicy cus i feel like arvin would be that kind of guy 😭
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“You’re playing with me, boy. N-No,” you take a step back as your brunette freckled boyfriend gets down on one knee in front of you.
He smiles cheekily at you and shakily holds up a tiny busted box while scratching the back of his neck nervously with his other hand. “I ain’t playing, now shut up and let me talk, baby.” You bite your lip to refrain yourself from interrupting him and nod for him to continue, watching him with teary eyes. “Now look, I hate being cheesy you know I do. But I swear to god, and you know I do that a lot, ever since you came into my life baby girl. Fuck, I swear I’ve never felt so blessed. I’ve been feeling so blessed, shit I might even go to church,” he laughs awkwardly and shakes his head.
You let out an airy laugh and wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheeks, “Yeah, right.”
“Shut it. I’m serious. You could ask me to stop smoking and I’d do it. Lover, Doll, Sweetheart. Love of my life, I would do anything for you in a heartbeat. I damn promise you that. I honestly don’t know how else boys go on with this proposal shit but I just know it’s you, girl. These past two years, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my time with anyone else but you. Just you. That’s all I want. You and you sweet puss—”
“Arvin!” you gasp and swat at him.
He laughs and dodges your hand, flashing you a smirk that makes you weak in the knees. “I’m teasing, doll. I just hope you know that you’re all that I think about, day and night. I love the way your lips curve when you smile. I love it when your eyes brighten when you talk about the things you like. I love getting lost in those beautiful eyes of yours. I love your smell, god I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you. The way you laugh, the way you cry, all of you. I love all of you, every single inch, everything. I am so in love with you. I want you to be mine, forever. I want to fuck you, forever. Marry me, stupid.”
“Jesus, Vinny,” you whine and collapse into his arms, pulling him close. “Yes, of course. I’ll marry you, idiot.” You hold out your hand and stifle a giggly sob as he hurriedly slips on the ring he managed to buy you. It isn’t anything too fancy but to you it is perfect.
“God, I love you, precious,” he cups your face and kisses you deeply.
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The Sheriff and the Murderer
Summary | whilst spending time in the shower with you, Lee notices that there are a few things missing to the household, like any mention of your husband. And thus, he does what he originally came to your house to do, and speak with you about his strange disappearance.
Warnings | smut, shower sex, oral sex (f receiving), very slight sheriff kink, cum swapping, mention of death, swearing, some fluff, angst
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Water ran down the curves of your body, as Lee caressed your ribcage from behind, his fingertips dancing along your skin, with water showering down upon the pair of you, flattening your hair in its spray of passion upon the back of your neck. The man behind you nursed the tip of his nose along your shoulder line, pressing supple kisses upon the blades, enforcing you to hum contentedly.
This is what you had always wanted, this one individual person making sweet love to you, he was your home, not these four walls, nor the tiles that were configured around you. Lee Bodecker was the man of your dreams, but mama and papa had always told you, that dreams were not realistic, they were pits of gold that would drive you made. And maybe, you were a tad mad, after all you had murdered your husband, and gone through with burrowing his body parts in the wild.
The worst part was, as panicked as you were, in that moment, you had felt crazed, as though a true part of yourself was released as you beat his motionless form, spilling further blood around. With Lee, you felt severely calm, soothed with the quiet presence of him puckering pursed kisses down onto your spine, as he swiftly turned you around, pressing his nose against your own as he slithered his addictive hands down, probing at your waist with them to grind his cock against your stomach, fingering the dips of your body.
A stuttered breath left your lips as his tongue traced your lips, prompting you to open the oral depths of your fence of teeth, allowing him to enter the shallow insides of your conversing cavern, tangling the tip of his tongue with your tonsils, your hands tracing up to stifle upon his jaw, feeling the light and dampened stubble across the firm and well aged structure. He backed you into a corner, grasping your hips as his beverage bloated stomach pressed against your own, making your heart swell with adoration.
“Take me Bodecker, consummate me as though I were your own bride.” It was impossible not to allow the words to slip out, and it made Lee groan into your mouth, the sound echoing and reverberating around your entire body. He wanted there to be some momentous truth to support your spoken scenario, for the pair of you to wed in an instant, even if it were to be in the lack of spaciousness proximity of the bathroom shower, that had an inkling of mould brewing in the far top corner, and a few cracked tiles splintering in random placements.
“Thought you’d leave me hanging forever.” The sheriff groaned, stifling his hard cock in his hand, as he bent his knees, using his physical leverage to hoist you into his law enforcing arms, enabling you to wrap your tense legs around the curves of his behind, grasping his flesh closer against your own. “Tight, so tight baby doll.” He gritted his teeth, as he ran his teeth along your slit, just in time before he sunk his hungry cock through your folds, stretching your walls to accommodate his size.
“Lee Lee.” Your voice muffled into the crease of his neck, as you felt obscene pleasure as he stilled inside you, allowing you to adjust to his pulsating length within your pussy, whimpering lightly at the sensation of his entirety, suctioning your lips against his cleansed skin. “Fuck me sheriff, I want to feel every inch of you.” You nestled against him, sending moans directly into his ear as Lee began to rut up into you, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks, as he delivered intimate bites along the side of your neck, though nothing too harsh to leave prominent and dark marks into the canvas of your skin.
“I-“ Lee frowned, his blue eyes reeling shut as he picked up the rate of his thrusts, feeling himself succumb to an immoral pleasure that the preacher would subject against; adultery was against the beliefs within the house of the father, but in the moment either one of you could care less. In fact, it sounded like Lee cared a little too much as his next words passed through the air like a dream similar symphony, that bundled in your ears, leaving you feel conflicted with emotions. “I love you.”
And then he came, filling you with his seed, as he pulled out, dropping to his knees, watching his white gold spill down your thighs. He dragged his tongue over his source, moving closer to your lips to seep below the outer folds, devouring his flow of essence, realising that the first hand taste of himself wasn’t so bad after all. Your hands sewed around the blunt and short hairs of his head, as he swirled your clit into his mouth, the rest of his seed painting down onto his chin, content to continue eating you out until he made you revel into a spiritual space, blinding you into a hot white light, that had you falling back against the chipped dirty blue tiles.
“Oh my god.” You whimpered, eyes blurring with galactic, starry irised tears until your vision returned to vivid clarity. “Lee Lee, come up here.” He stood, his own cum still orbing in his mouth, as he began to kiss you, swapping his taste into your mouth, smirking lightly to himself as you gulped down the extraction of him. “I love- you know.” You shook your head, hardly wishing to say it aloud, considering all that had happened the last time that you had uttered those words to someone, even if you had not actually mean them.
“I need to hear you say it gorgeous, so that I know that you mean it. I’ve waited all these years, practically my entire life, so please, for the love of the law, say it.” He grasped your jaw, caressing your nose once more with his own, sharing breaths with you. His eyes bore into your own, his hand resting again the back of your neck to bring your face closer to his own.
“I love you Lee Bodecker. I really do.” You spoke softly, feeling the water spitter coldly upon your pores, reminding you of how long the two of you had been under its spay. You pecked his lips, running your hands up along his chest, your palms cascading over his pebbled nipples, as you felt him delicately tickle your flesh beneath the flow of your hair. “You were the one I should have married. It always should have been you.” Tears began to pelt out from your eyes, spilling as you thought of how much of a life you had missed out on with him.
The sneaking around had amounted to much stress, the secrecy arising pressure in your lives that felt over the top, all while whilst being worth it. “I fucked up, so bad. I married the wrong man all because I was a young naive girl that thought you deserved better, and you do. The things I’ve done, this life I’ve amounted into, I never wanted it. The one thing I’ve always wanted was you, and I let you get away, all whilst never letting you go.”
Your fists lightly began to beat against his chest as you sobbed, thinking of how previously there had been blood and dirt encasing them, serving as evidence for your unforgivable sins. “Baby girl, it’s okay. We’ll figure things out, Simon is the only thing holding us back from finding a new way to live, by chance, have you found him?” It was not only his way to ensure you with whims of comfort, retelling you that you could find a way to publicly be together, but to also uncover the destination of your missing husband.
“Found him?” You frowned, confused by what he meant. He nodded, racking his fingertips down the side of your face, as you peppered light kissed along his soft skin. “Whatever do you mean darling?” A large part of you was severely worried about the situation; it was a great secret that you did indeed know of his whereabouts, he was in deep, in a literal sense. You’d know, considering that you, along with Sally, had buried him six feet under, and prayed cursively that no one would find his remains.
“Yes, he’s been required at the police station, though none of us have been able to find him. Do you have any idea where he is, I figured you’d be the best person to ask.” It all clicked, and you stepped away, softly shoving his chest as he tried to come closer to you. The tears continued to flow, flooding your face like a broken dam, as you felt overcome with a conjunction of newfound prospects.
“This is what this all was, wasn’t it? That’s why you came here, but instead of firstly asking me where Simon was, you decided to get in my pants! How could you Lee, you made me feel vulnerable, convincing that you loved me so that you could pick my brain.” Cradling your own scalp, you felt how your head was ready ready to implode. Everyone tended to use you for their own dirty deeds, and here Bodecker was, doing the exact same thing.
“No, y/n. That’s not what-“ he realised that you were near on right, he had buttered you up physically, though he had gotten quite distracted from his original ploy. “I’m sorry, but I meant it. And I thought that we would be able to speak like this like civil adults, neither of us have anything to hide.” You did, and the only way to keep it concealed was to push him away, and thus you climbed out of the shower, grabbing a towel and covering your nude body with it.
Lee fumbled after you, grasping his clothes as he exited the bathroom, following your footsteps as you raked your mind obsessively. “Y/n/n please don’t push me away, I want you, and I just need an answer, otherwise you’ll be swarmed with strangers questioning you on Simon, and we both know there’s many things that they don’t know.” Instead, you turned and watched as he clicked his belt together, his eyes pleading at you.
There were many things that he too did not know, and such secrets you did not intend to share with him. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at the wedding ring that was encrusted upon your vowed finger, grimacing at the sight of it. “Just leave Sheriff, I’m sure you can finish your duties elsewhere. This case better be pretty important if you’re willing to use me for it.” Crossing your arms, you tensed your nostrils, glaring hurtfully towards the man that you currently felt everything towards. “And no, I haven’t seen him, so you can write that down when you get in that car of yours, and drive away from me, for good.”
“I didn’t mean for that darling, please don’t reject me now.” His voice cracked, plodding backwards as he felt his heart stutter rapidly in his chest, cracking at the edges as he saw the brokenness on your features. “I love you, and I’m leaving. But this isn’t the end, we’re going to sort this out once you’re not so tense about all this.” He pointed at you, staring endearingly as he exited your front door, shock falling down his face in liquid pebbles as soon as it slammed behind him.
There were things that you couldn’t tell him, but there was one thing that you had already confessed. You loved him, always had, and it was sure that you always would. You weren’t y/n Priot, you were y/n y/l/n, the girl that had snuck around with him, for vast amounts of years, and had definitely married the wrong man. It had hurt you that he had not showed up at your wedding, though it had always been understandable why. He loved you too, and he would prove it, more so when he got to the end of the case concerning your missing husband.
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A Broken Heart.
Lee Bodecker x fem!reader
Chapter warnings: none.
Chapter summary: You and Lee try and hash things out but there’s more to Lee than meets the eye.
Chapter 3 // Chapter 5
The drive started off very awkward and completely quiet. You both cleared your throats from time to time to defuse the tension, which didn’t make a lick of a difference. It’d been years since you rode in Lee’s cruiser and the last time you sat in that very seat he’d broken up with you. Your chest heaved at the memory. You still felt the phantom tears against your cheeks when he drove you to your house. Never would you have guessed you’d be right back here at his beck and call. You thought you were stronger than that, clearly not.
You thought Lee’s hold over you had disintegrated a while after you left town, but clearly it hadn’t. He says jump and you say how high. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of it. He looked over at you which made you look over at him. His eyes were still that piercing blue that always left you speechless. His teeth were just as white as you’d remembered as you watched him toss a piece of candy in his mouth and grin.
“What’re you thinkin’ about, girl?”
You swallowed hard, “Heard you ain’t drinkin’ much these days. That why you’re eatin’ t candy now?”
He scoffed, “How did you get from drinkin’ ta candy? I can’t just have candy for no reason or just because I like the sweet taste on my tongue?” He smirked and suck the piece of candy into his right cheek. You watched him toss it around cheek to cheek before he spoke again, “And who told you that, anyway?”
You followed your arms and turned your gaze out the passenger side window, unable to answer him while watching him seductively eat a piece of candy, “I have my sources and I don’t ever remember you keepin’ a whole fuckin’ bag of candies in your car, is’ll.”
“Fuckin’ Karl.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to stay out of ear shout but you still heard him, “I stopped by Sandy’s on my way in and she gave me the candy, happy?” He asks rhetorically with a hint of sarcasm.
“Elated.” You answer him dryly anyway, “Why’re we goin to Ruby’s when there’re plenty of diners in town and are you even allowed to take the cruiser this far outta town, Bodecker?”
He sighs, “Why so many questions? I feel like I’m being interrogated.” He asks, already knowing the answer. When you’re nervous you can’t stop anything that passes your lips. You don’t like awkward silence and you’ll do anything to not have to sit in it. He always found that kind of annoying but aslo adorable at the same time. Eventually you’d start messing with his pens and steal a piece of his candy.
“Because I don’t trust you and I sure as hell don’t believe that bullshit about us ‘talkin things out so we can live in the same town again.’”
“Well, can you believe that maybe I just wanna catch up?” He asks, becoming a little frustrated.
“Why Ruby’s?” You repeated, stealing a piece of candy as Lee predicted. He missed having you around, he just wished it were under different circumstances.
“Because it’s your favorite.”
“Am I supposed to be flattered or something, that you remember my favorite diner?”
“Okay, you win. I officially regret this.” He sighs, slapping his hand down on the steering wheel. He seems annoyed but not angry. You watch his annoyed expression fall on you as he sighs. For some unknown reason you burst out laughing, leaning against the passenger door.
He laughs, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing it’s just.. you’ve changed so much and yet not at all. I still know every look and every sigh and.. every move you’re gonna make before you even do it. It’s kinda refreshing.. but I still hate you.” You watch his face turn up into a smirk, displaying his gorgeous teeth. He almost looked pained as if he hadn’t smiled in decades.
“God, I missed you.” He admitted, immediately clearing his throat. He didn’t mean to say it aloud but it clearly wasn’t up to him anymore, his heart was speaking for him too. He watched you fiddle with the candy wrapper as you processed what he said.
You could feel his hesitance. Did he really miss you or was it just him trying to make you feel comfortable? You didn’t know how to respond, so all you said was, “Okay.”
Once you got to the diner, Lee rushed you to the back booth. You knew why, of course. Everyone in town seemed to be appalled with your very existence, as if you’d done something. You wondered if they actually knew why they didn’t particularly like you or if they were just following the crowd. Like if one person were to speak on your behalf and say you’re a nice girl if people would treat you differently. You just have to find that one person.
Lee sat across from you in the sparkly red, plush booth, you thought he looked kind of silly, big, professional man in a tiny glittery booth, but you kept that to yourself. The waitress came by and gave you both a menu, taking your drink orders before walking away. You scanned over the many different food items, suddenly remembering you hadn’t had anything to eat all day. It was eight in the morning and all you could think about was the pancakes.
You eyed the pancake special, becoming a bit more giddy than expected and Lee noticed.
“What’re you so happy for?” He asked with a goofy smile of his own.
“Nothing, I just haven’t had breakfast and the thought of pancakes excites me, is’ll.”
Lee chuckled, “You can get whatever you want, doll. It’s on me.”
“Damn right it’s on you. This was your idea.” You remind him just before the waitress comes by with your drinks; two waters and a coffee.
“What’re we havin’?” She asks.
“Just coffee for me and pancakes for this one.” He says with a tilt of his head towards you.
“S’at all?” She asks, both of you nod. She takes your menus and walks away again.
“So, what did you wanna talk about, Bodecker?” You ask, taking a sip of your water.
“First of all, you’re killin’ me with this ‘Bodecker’ and ‘Sheriff’ shit just say my goddamn name.”
“Hmm, remind me what it was again?” You pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your chin.
“Lee!” He’s genuinely annoyed now.
“That’s right. Um, no. I think ‘Bodecker’ and ‘Sheriff’ work just fine, more professional, if you will.” You begin to fidget with the straw in your water, twirling it around in the ice. You didn’t like how this conversation started, you felt suddenly pressured to do something you didn’t wanna do and that made you nervous.
“Why are you bein’ like this?” He asked with a confused expression on his face.
“You wanna know why?” You came on a little stronger than expected as you felt your cheeks heat up. For being the one to cause your awkward situation, you didn’t think Lee would need an explanation. You were a little applaud he’d even ask for one, especially knowing what a touchy subject it is for you.
“Well, if you’re gonna get all pissy, then no.” He put his hands out in protest, giving you a bewildered look, wouldn’t wanna upset the Sheriff, now would we..?
You sighed, “I’m sorry, it’s just- I haven’t said your name once since.. the last time we..” you trailed off.
“’The last time we’ what? What do you mean?”
“Can we just drop it? I wanna talk about how we’re gonna deal with me living in town. You gotta get people to stop ignorin’ me or actin’ like I’m some exotic animal they ain’t never seen before.”
He chuckled, “what do you mean? How they act like you’re ’some exotic animal’?”
“They stare at me in awe, mouths wide open, along with their eyes. You’d think I’m famous or somethin’.”
“Well, I guess in Knockemstiff, you might just be famous.” He grinned.
“Thanks for that. Just put on my tombstone ‘here lies the girl who got dumped by the Sheriff’... that’s my legacy.” You fade off, thinking of how tragic that actually sounded. You suddenly felt a burning in your chest. Your anger was building and you knew just who to let it out on.
“No, that’s not your lega-“
“Why me, huh?” You ask before letting him finish. “Outta all the girls to torment, why me?”
“Because I loved you.” He said with glossy eyes as if he’d wanted to say that to you in particular for so long.
“You sure as shit coulda fooled me. I’ve wasted a lot of time on you, Bodecker. I mean when we dated and after we broke up. I was a mess and the only person to make it better was you and.. and you never showed up.”
“You don’t think I wanted to?” He asked, losing his temp on you.
“No, I don’t, not because you loved me, anyway. If anything you only would’ve showed up as a way to forgive yourself.”
He scoffed, “How could you possibly think that?”
“Because.. you gave up on caring about me and my feeling the second you chose her. The second you agreed to be with her, behind my back, and dump me, is the second you lost the privilege of being my person.”
“If I could go back in time and undo what I did, I would. I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”
“For what? For what you did or for how it turned out?”
He sighed, “Both.”
“I know you’re miserable and I know you don’t love her. So, did you really give up on us because you were power hungry? Being Sheriff meant more to you than our future together?” Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to fall.
“Yes, but I regretted it the second I saw the first tear you cried that day. I wanted nothin’ more than to take it back, say I was jokin’ or somethin’ but I couldn’t. The look you gave me in that moment.. I knew I’d already lost you. And yes, I think about where we’d be if I didn’t completely ruin us.” He faded off as he told you the daydreams that never leave his mind, “I picture us renovating your momma’s house, puttin’ up a white picket fence, havin’ a couple babies on your hips, my babies. Everyday I imagine it’s you I drive home to, not Laura-Jean. Sometimes I just picture you sittin’ on the porch with me on a hot day drinkin’ your momma’s famous sweet tea. And if I close my eyes I can see you laughin’ and with sun shinin’ right down on you, kissin’ your beautiful skin.”
You look around awkwardly, trying so hard not to make eye contact. If you make eye contact you’re done for, he might as well take you out of the diner that second because you’re good as fucked. You wanted to believe every word Lee said, you wanted to chop them up and eat them with your pancakes, but you can’t. He did you so wrong in the past that you just don’t think you’ll ever believe him or trust him in the future.
Lee looked at you pained but you couldn’t see it.Your eyes counted the speckled dots on the table in front of you, desperate not to look up, until. “Y/n, look at me.” And you did. Why did you look up? “You loved me in a way no one ever had and I fucked it up. I’m truly, deeply sorry for that, y/n. Whether I’m sayin’ it more for me or you, I don’t know but just know that I live with this mistake everyday of my miserable life. But, hey, at least I’m the Sheriff right?” He joke, giving you a sad smirk.
The sadness in his blue eyes made you want to crumble, get up from your seat and wrap him in your arms, but you don’t. All you can think about is how he reacted when you wore the same except look.
“Yeah, at least you got what you wanted, besides the picket fence and two healthy boys to call your own, and me. Happily married and sun kissed” You brushed it off as if his daydreams of you being married with children meant nothing to you, when really your entire body was buzzing. “And, just so you know, I’m way past needing to hear your apology. Right now I wanna eat my pancakes and work this shit out. Being gawked at like an exotic animal has gotten old. I’d like to be invisible again.”
He gave you a weak smile, “Okay.”
“Alright, here’s your pancakes and syrup. Can I get you anything else?” The waitress asked after handing you the warm plate of pancakes.
“You chocolate milkshake for the road, Doll.” He smiled up at, making you miss the loving smile he used to give you.
“Comin right up, enjoy.”
You talked, well, Lee talked while you ate and came up with a plan. Anytime he heard someone in town gossiping or spreading rumors he would interfere and steer the conversation in another direction. He said he couldn’t exactly defend you because it would look bad, especially during the campaign season and word would get back to Laura-Jean.
“Has she asked you not to talk to me yet?” You asked, stuffing your face with the last bite of pancakes.
“How’d you know?” He wondered.
“I was her best friend for 15 years, I know how she is.”
“You know about her crush on me when we was datin’?”
“I can’t believe you never saw it. I knew she liked me before I knew you liked me.” He admitted.
You felt a blush creep across your cheeks, “Why not date her then? Woulda saved us a lot of heartache, don’t ya think?” You grinned but felt the pit in your stomach expand, again.
“Girl, I knew I loved you the second you said my name. That’s why I wanna hear you say it so badly. It sounds so sweet comin’ from your lips.”
You cleared your throat, desperately trying not to fall for his games, “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Sayin’ your name is like a sin to me.”
“You never minded sinnin’ a little when you were with me, what changed?”
“Check please!” You motioned for the waitress. “I’m not feeding into this, Bodecker. I’ve played your mind games and I lost. You just worry about gettin’ everyone off my back and Laura-Jean won’t ever hear of us speakin’ or seein’ each other again, because we won’t be doin’ either.”
“You’re no fun.” He frowned.
“I used to be and look where it got me; Heartbroken and alone.” The waitress brought the check and the chocolate milkshake to go, “I’ll be in the car.” You said before standing from the booth and leaving the Diner.
The car was locked when you got there, so you stood and waited, twirling the straw around in the shake. You could help but think about Lee. How could he be so nonchalant about your past relationship?
Yours and Lee’s relationship meant everything to you. He was your first serious boyfriend and the love of your life. You felt like that meant nothing to him. Like you were some chick he had on the side for those 3 years y’all dated.
You sighed, taking a sip of your milkshake. Even with how angry he makes you, your mind slips away to the daydreams he has about you. He pictured y’all being married, which was no surprise to you because you guys talked about getting married all the time when you dated.
You closed your eyes, picturing it all. Two rowdy, little boys playing in the front yard, Lee sitting next to you on the porch swing with his arm wrapped around your waist. You could hear his boyish life ringing in your ears.
You were so lost in the daydream you hadn’t heard Lee walk up. You didn’t even know he was near you until you smelled his familiar musk and felt his hand touch your waist. Now you knew he was close, but before you could even think to open your eyes, Lee gently pressed his lips to yours in a quick peck, resting his forehead against yours when he pulled away. You hadn’t reacted the way you thought. You thought you’d recoil, spit in his face or throw your milkshake in his face. Instead, you felt the milkshake slip from your fingers, falling to the dusty ground as you grabbed his face, bringing him in for another kiss.
This kiss was deeper. You both felt every emotion you’d had bottled up for so long. Every tear that you shed and every crack in your heart was being mended just by the feel of his lips. You missed the feel of his freshly shaved, aftershave covered skin against your hands, the feel of his lips and how ridiculously plump and pink they were, or the little grunts he makes when you scratch at the nape of his neck.
You felt his protruding belly press against yours, pinning you up against the cruiser. The kiss became deeper once his tongue entered your mouth, causing you both to moan at the familiar tastes you both shared.
“T-take me home.” You pant against his lips.
“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.”
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bleeding (arvin russell x reader)
request (summary): Can you do a period one where the readers is on hers and she’s like avoiding Arvin cause she’s embarrassed
word count: 0.5k
warnings: fluff, language
a/n: this is perfect cus i’m currently on mine lmao
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You slide into the passenger’s seat of Arvin’s car and accidentally slam the car shut. It causes him to jump and snap his head over to you, “The hell?”
“Sorry,” you mutter and put on your seatbelt, slumping back into the cushion of the seat.
“Bad day?” he starts up the car and drives away from your school.
“You could say that,” you laugh sourly and gaze out the window with a crease between your brows. You feel the car slow down and you glance back at him, “What you slowing down for?”
He keeps his foot on the brake and stares at you, almost as if he’s analyzing you. “You look like me.”
“Stop that,” he pokes your forehead causing you to grunt with discomfort. “Smile baby, you ain’t pretty when you look like me.”
Ignoring the fact that he’s indicating you’re ugly when you’re mad, you let out an offended gasp. “Are you saying you’re not pretty, Arv?”
He winces and shrugs, looking back towards the road. “Basically,” he presses on the gas lightly.
You smack his arm and glare at him, “You’re a pretty boy, darling. Don’t otherwise, cus otherwise is bullshit.”
He rolls his eyes and brushes off the warmth rushing to his cheeks, “Yea, yea. Shut your face. You hungry?”
You shrug and think about how you’re already bothering him with your attitude, deciding it’s best if you'd go home. “Eh, probably not today. sorry, I’d like to hit the hay.”
“’S okay. You sure?” he asks once more and you nod in response. Leaving it at that, he drives off to take you home.
The next day is a Saturday and usually, the two of you spend the whole day out together. Though this time, you didn’t meet up with him at the spot the two of you always meet up at. He thinks briefly for a moment and then puts two and two together. He chuckles to himself and walks back toward his car.
Soon, you jump at the sound of someone pounding at your door. You groan out loudly with frustration, knowing no one else is home to answer it. You throw yourself out of bed and huff as the knocking escalates, “I’m coming, Jesus!”
A smug grin appears on Arvin’s face as you swing the door open. “Hey there, sweet cakes.”
You instantly become flustered and stare at him shocked, “Arv! Oh shit. It’s Saturday ain’t it?” He hums in response and you whine, leaning on your door frame. “I can’t today sorry-”
“Ah, I didn’t ask,” he walks into your house and brushes past you. You watch him walk inside and gape at the cocky fucker.
“Excuse me?” you close the door behind you.
“You bleeding aren’t ya?” he places a bag on your dining table.
You cross your arms and frown at him, “What makes you assume so?”
“You always try to avoid me when you got it.”
“That’s not,” you start but notice his expression and give up on coming up with an excuse. “So, it’s embarrassing. Plus we can’t do nothing, it’ll be messy.”
“Who said I minded messy?” he smirks and walks up to you.
“Arvin!” you swipe at his chest. He laughs loudly and pulls you into an embrace, swaying you back and forth.
“Kidding, lover. We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. I brought some food. So, whatever you want to do. I’m game,” he kisses your forehead.
You sigh dramatically and hug back, pressing your cheek up against his chest. “Love you, Dummy.”
“Love you more, Stupid.”
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𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝟐. 𝐀𝐑
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Bestfriend!reader (f)
Summary: In the lonesome town of coal creek, Y/n finds herself wrapped up in toxic boyfriends, fistfights and all sorts of family drama. So how can a creepy preacher and a drunken promise change the future with her best friend, Arvin Russell?
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, Depictions of blood and death, physical acts of discipline, Slut shaming.
Word count: 3.6k
Song rec: Since I don’t have you- The Skyliners
A/n: FLASHBACKS ARE IN INTALICS! Sorry for the long wait but here it is :) Feedback is appreciated!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
♫ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 ♫
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It was just like every other night for the past few years. You found yourself laying on top of the rusted bonnet that belonged to Arvin’s Chevy, the unusually quiet boy seated next to you. You both looked up to the night sky that was crowed by trees that surrounded the scene. The stars scattered like an endless ocean, your mind at ease by the peaceful image.
A week has passed after that night in your living room. Ever since the events, you often found yourself wandering back to the thought of what may have happened if your mother never interrupted. The image of close proximity between your lips as you felt his breath brush across your face plastered in your mind-
Not a single word was uttered between you about what happened. You just brushed it off as a drunken mess, even though you can perfectly picture his face as he slowly leant in without a doubt. He acted normal for the time being like he completely erased the memory.
And it hurt.
“Have you ever had the urge to run away?” Arvin’s low voice sounded through the quiet night air.
“All the time,” You answered without a second thought, your eyes still glued to the abyss above.
A short silence followed with the cool breeze. Your gaze pulled away from the stars as you eyed Arvin’s figure beside you. His back slightly hunched as he sat upright, staring into the distance. A lit cigarette planted between his bruised fingers, still recovering from his brawl with Tommy.
“Where would you go? You know, If you had the chance,” Arvin asked, his voice slightly hushed.
Your mind wondered about the amazing possibilities. “Maybe somewhere that has a big city. I heard the party life is quite rousing,” You felt a small smile find itself on your face as you think of the freedom you wished for. “But the magazine said that California has these stunning beaches and I ain’t never seen the sea before,” Arvin let out a chuckle as he listened intently to your excitement. “Well? Where would you go?” You repeated his question as you gave a nudge to his shoulder.
“Anywhere,” He paused. “As long as I have you by my side,”
“Oh stop it, Arv!” You pushed his shoulder again, the heat finding itself on your cheek.
“I mean it!” Arvin turned to look at you for the first time since the conservation started. “I honestly don’t know what I’ll do without you Y/n.”
“Did you mean it?” You suddenly felt a boost of confidence.
“Mean what?” A frown appeared on Arvin’s brow.
“When you said that you’ll get me out of here one day,” The certain façade slowly faded.
“Of course I did, I never forget the promises I make,”
But he did.
You were naïve, gullible too. Left to believe his sweet words, dawning to see that you were foolish under the spell of love. You begged your mind to discard any memory of the past month but the chaos still lingered within the small town and its people.
It started with that damn preacher. Arvin would always whine about his sneaky behaviour during the Sunday gatherings. He would mumble about his repulsive and sinister looks but of course, you brushed it off as Arvin’s usual overthinking and exaggeration.
It never hit you until you received the devastating news from your best friend. The brightness in your life, the girl that cheered you up after a long day at work, who always stood by your side with the most encouraging and delightful presence. All until it faded to nothing. Lenora was found dead in the shed of the Russell’s home. A suicide that beckoned a silence.
You’ve never seen Arvin so quiet, so still. He knew something no one else did and it made you so uneasy about what is floating around in that head of his. He was planning something but you didn’t have the guts to ask. You figured it would be best to leave him and his mind alone until he showed some redemption.
But the sense of recovery never came.
“You know you can talk to me Arvin,” You said softly to the distraught boy next to you.
All you wanted was an answer. You begged for even a peep from his mouth. You haven't heard his voice since the day he told you what happened. In the beginning, you respected his privacy but it’s been days since the incident and you swear that you'll go insane if you don’t get any communication.
“He’s gonna regret what he did,” Arvin's shaky voice replied.
Your eyes widened as he finally spoke. “Who are you talking about?” A near-whisper escaped your lips as your hand reached to rest on his shoulder for comfort.
He hesitated for a second but soon spoke up, still not sharing a look in your direction. “I’m gonna make him pay. He hurt my Lenora.” You watched as his jaw tightened.
“Arvin-” You paused, exhaling deeply. “Please don’t do anything stupid. Think about Emma, we’re already struggling enough. Don’t cause-”
He cut you off sharply, “You don’t know anything!” His rise in tone startled you. When he finally looked at you, his heart broke as he saw the way you flinched. The firm look on his brow created a sense of fear to tighten within your chest.
“Then tell me!” You argued back with the same tone. “You’ve kept your mouth shut and I respected that! So don’t act angry with me because I actually care about you! Arvin, we’ve had this conversation before; When you say stupid shit like that, I start to worry. I am sick of you treating me like some vulnerable damsel in distress so tell me what I need to know so I can help you!”
“I don’t need help, I never needed you!” He spat.
A harsh gasp escaped your lips. You knew for sure that it wasn’t your best friend talking. He was too busy tied up in his own wrath to see that he was hurting the people around him. The look of regret painted on his face as soon as he realised what he said.
“I-I uh, I understand.” You muttered bluntly before standing up and storming off.
“Lenora can never come back.” Arvin’s voice forced your steps to come to a halt. “She was in pain and only one person knew about it.” You turned to see the tears that were falling down his cheeks. He sniffled slightly before walking over to his car and driving off in a hurry.
You didn’t have to courage within you to stop him. The words pleading him to come back stuck in your throat, refusing to spill as his last words echoed through your head.
It was only until the next day when you finally understood what he meant. The gossip around each household went insane. The preacher, Preston Teagardin, was found laying in his own cold blood between the pews of the church, two fresh bullet holes to the chest. There was only one person you could think about in that moment of time,
You remember grabbing your coat in a rush, wanting to find Arvin before he does anything foolish, But you were stopped as a piece of paper fell from your pocket. The paper soon found it self in your hands as you took a seat on the side of your bed. The tears already dripping off your chin as your eyes skimmed passed the messy handwriting. Since that point, you’ve read it so many times that you can recite the words perfectly.
𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗜’𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗬/𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗲.
𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶’𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀. 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗜𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘂𝗽, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴.
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗱. 𝗦𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲.
You never told anyone about the letter. You concluded that it was best for your eyes only and kept hidden away in your undergarments drawer. Everybody knew about your relationship with Arvin but you didn’t want to stir anything with the police since that’s what Arvin would’ve hated the most.
After having a good cry and thinking about how you will go about your days without the boy in your life, you decided that you will limit your interactions with the Russells. As much as you loved Emma’s company and her delicious hot meals, you knew it would be easier to cope If you didn’t get involved.
And of course your parents took this as an opportunity to try and turn you into the daughter they’ve always wanted.
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“Order for table five,” John chuckled as he slid two plates across the front counter. You picked up the plates and placed them onto the tray that you had balanced on your forearm. You nodded before showing a small grin. “Wow! Good to see a smile on your face, haven’t seen one of those in a while,” John exaggerated.
You laughed, “I feel good today, Mr Nelson.” You mumbled, picking up a glass of cola to add to the order.
“How’ ya coping?” He asked politely, leaning onto the counter.
“Better, I guess.” You shrugged.
“I really liked Arvin, he was a good kid. Whatever that preacher did, he must have deserved it.” It was times like this where you really appreciated johns figure in your life.
“Well, I never got intel on the situation. He never got round to telling me.” You huffed with disappointment before placing the full tray onto the surface.
“Wonder where he is now,” John pondered to himself as he started to polish cutlery behind the counter.
“Safe I hope,”
“You really miss him, don’t ya?” You caught eye contact with the man in front of you as he gave you a sympathetic frown.
“I-it’s just- really weird not having him around. I don’t really have company nowadays.” Your gaze shifted to the floor, accidentally admitting to your own loneliness.
“If you ever need someone to talk to, you know Mary and I would love to give a helping hand.” He gave you a reassuring smile.
“Thank you, Mr Nelson, I’ll keep that in mind.” You noted to yourself, showing a kind grin.
“You know, what?” He started, catching your attention. “How about you finish serving that table and have the rest of the day off?”
“Wait, really?” You answered in a state of shock.
“Sarah should be here any minute now. I’m pretty sure she and Mary can keep it up for the day. Go rest your mind, you need it.” He insisted.
“Again, thank you so much,” You rejoiced, wiping your hands on your apron before picking up the trays once again.
“Anything for my best employee.”
You nodded to john before regaining balance and walking down the aisle passing all of the different tables. Your face softened when you saw the small family surrounding a booth.
“Hiya!” You greeted with a tender smile. “This must be for you,” You said to the little girl as you placed a small chocolate sundae in front of her. Her gaze lit up with excitement, her innocent eyes scanned the sweet dessert.
As you started to place down the rest of the meals you heard a loud whistling across the room, automatically rolling your eyes at the inappropriateness.
“I apologise for the racket,” You assured the customer.
“No fuss dear, don’t take the blame for something that’s out of your control,” The kind women, who you assumed was the mother of the family, brushed off your apologies.
“Well, I hope you enjoy your meal,” You wished them well as you nodded and walked off, tucking the empty tray underneath your arm.
“Can you keep the noise down, this is a restaurant. People would like to eat their food in peace, not to get interrupted by a group of rowdy, childish boys.” You hissed to the all so familiar group sat in a booth by the front window.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Your ex-boyfriend smirked.
“Oh, I know!” His friend quickly interjected. “She’s mad cos’ her little lover boy left her,”
“Fuck off, Dinwoodie!” You barked.
“I always thought you two were a little...too close,” Tommy started. You had every right to just walk away and ignore them but your feet just wouldn’t budge. ”Whatcha’ do, huh? take him the backseat of the car like the slut you are?”
You felt your knuckles clench into a fist. You could feel the tears starting to prickle in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “I haven’t got time for this-” The sound of metal cut you off as Gene deliberately pushed his fork onto the floor.
“Go on. Pick it up.” He smirked.
You complied, scared of what they are capable of. You leant down to grasp the cutlery, a huge gasp escaped your lips as you felt a cold liquid pour down your back.
No words would leave your mouth, you just stared down at your shirt which was now drenched in cola.
The group of boys dying of laughter as Tommy sat, empty glass in hand, and a sinister smirk plastered on his face. “Arvin ain’t here to protect you no more,” The sense of fear found its way in your chest at the boy’s threat.
You threw the tray onto the floor before storming into the backroom, your face as soaked with tears as your shirt.
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The dim lights brightened your mothers poor choice of décor. A slight flare caught your eyes as it glazed over your fathers overly priced portraits. The dining table was full but the room was silent, so quiet you could hear pin drop. You pushed your fork around your plate, not particularly with the appetite to eat the casserole your mother as been slaving at the stove for all day.
“So, Y/n dear,” Your mother started, causing both you and your fathers head to rise. “How about you tell us what happened at work today,” You appreciate your moms attempt of starting conversation but your parents weren't the best for an interesting gossip.
You paused to chew your food, soon swallowing under your parents hard stare. “It ain’t nothing special ma’” You tried to brush off the topic of Arvin since your dad despises the boy.
“Oh come on, It’s not like we have anything else to talk about,” Your mother laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
“Well, there were these boys and they were teasing me,” You slowly pronounced.
“What on earth about?” Your mother continued.
“They were making this horrible racket in the restaurant, so I went over to tell them to quiet down but they started to call me names and mock me...about Arvin.” Your voice started to stagger.
You saw your fathers fist tighten around his fork as his eyes flickered between the conversation. “Well, you shouldn’t of opened your mouth.” Your father grumbled. The anger already starting to boil at your fathers voice. “What they teasing you for? Whoring around with that psychopath, the Russells call a grandson?”
“D/N!” Your mother warned.
“What? It’s expected from boys like him,” Your father sneered.
“What is that supposed to mean!” You fired back, raising your voice.
“You know, the runt of the litter, the odd one out? I never saw good in that boy; always starting drama around the town. Look at him now, murdered a man and now on the run. Found himself a nice warm seat in hell along with the other failures of the world-”
“Shut up!” You abruptly stood from your seat, smashing your closed fists onto the table. Your father stared with pure shock. “I lost the only two people who cared about me and you didn’t even ask if I was okay,” You kept your eyes strained on your father. “You only care about money and stability! You never cared about me because you were too stuck up each others asses!” You cried out.
Your whole body fell back onto your seat as a new stinging sensation found itself on your cheek.
Now it was your father towering at the table.
“How dare you speak to me like that!” His voice boomed off the vivid coloured walls. “You have a corrupted mind, young lady, and you need to pull yourself from fantasy land!” You brought your hand up to hold your now red cheek, trying to ignore your fathers voice.
“Not even a vermin like Arvin wanted you and that just shows how useless you are.” Your father spat his final words.
Your gaze found itself on your mothers cowardly stance. “M-Momma?” You pleaded for her help.
“Listen to your father y/n.” Of course, she complied to your fathers harsh words.
“Go to your room and don’t come out until you’re needed.” Your father muttered before shoving a fork full of food into his mouth.
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The next morning, your father had a shift at the office so your mother called you down to apologise. It was your free day so you accepted her sincerity and decided to help her with the chores. She was scared and you understood that. She had no choice other than to follow her husband like a sheep; he brought home the hefty cash and she was the perfect trophy wife.
Your hands were buried in a pile of freshly dried laundry as you fiddled around to fold them into perfect piles. The sound of ‘Since I don’t have you’ by The Skyliners played faintly from the radio by the open kitchen area. The sweet melody passed around the room as you hummed along to the lyrics.
I don't have love to share
And I don't have one who cares,
Your fingers brushed against the soft linen as your dress moved with the slight sway of your hips.
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you.
You closed your eyes, Your mind was racing with the thoughts of your best friend as the song started to come to an end. Where was he? Is he okay? Did they catch him? Why did he do it?
Ring. Ring. Ring
The sound of the telephone over powered the radio. You huffed at the absence of the next song playing. “Sweetie, can you get that?” Your mom called out from the dining room.
“Sure thing!” You replied, placing the sheet that was in your hand back into the basket where the other piles sat neatly. You walked over to the wall and gently pulled the phone from the hook.
You placed it onto your ear before speaking, “Hello? This is the y/s/n residence, How may-”
“Y/n, is that you?” A familiar voice cut you off.
“Arvin?” You gasped, the breath knocked from your lungs.
“Hey, keep it down! No one can know it’s me, okay?” You’ve never been so happy to hear someone's voice.
“Okay.” You chocked out.
“Y/n dear, who is it?” Your mother called from the other room.
“Nothing important ma! It’s just Emma checking in,” You shouted back.
“Well, tell her my greetings!” Your moms voice started to fade as she made her way up the stairs in the hallway.
When her footsteps became mute, you brought the phone back up to your ear, “Where the fuck are you!” You shouted in a hushed voice.
“I’m sorry, y/n. It had to be done.”
“Arvin, I couldn’t give two shits about what you did to that bastard. Please tell me you're okay.” You commanded the boy down the phone, you could already feel the tears starting to stream down your cheeks.
“I’m fine! I promise,” The boy muttered.
“It’s been three months, Arv. Where have you been?” You asked, desperate for his whereabouts.
“I've been staying in Cincinnati but I left a few days ago.” He paused for a moment like he was hesitating. “I’m on my way back.” Your eyes widened. “But not for long, it’s only til’ I have some business sorted. I can’t risk getting caught and getting you involved.”
“So what’s the point of you calling me, if I’m not gonna see you? You’re kinda giving me false hope here, Arv.” You frowned, the statement coming out ruder than you expected.
“I just needed to see if you were okay,” The boys soft voice gave you bliss. “I knew today was your day off and that your dad is at the office, so I ran, Hoping you would answer.” He started to ramble.
“Arvin?” You asked timidly.
“Yes darlin’?” He replied.
A single tear fell from your chin.
“I love you,”
There was a silence on the other line.
“I love you too.” His voice sounded.
Before he could hear the loud sob that was begging from your throat, you ended the call by slamming the phone back onto the hook. You held your chest as if it was in pain, letting your back rest on the wall as your limp body sank to the floor. His words flooded your head.
I love you too.
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Willard making you call him daddy because you’ve been extremely sassy and he needs to remind you who the boss is. He wouldn’t be too rough about it of course but he would like to see you submit to him
Ughhh, I have such a thing for Daddy Willard. It’s not even a kink for him, it’s a status, and he makes sure you know that. He’s the authority. The army moulded his need for obedience after years of taking orders and receiving harsh punishments for any small act of defiance. He wouldn’t harm his little flower, but he will take it to the bedroom where nobody can see or hear him spanking you.
If one day you went behind his back and let your son have a treat after Willard said no, that’s when the authoritative streak would show. You didn’t see what bad would come of allowing your child to have dessert even though they did poorly on a test they had claimed to have studied for...But Willard would teach you exactly why he forbade it.
He’d act right in front of your child, then wait for sundown to lead you to the bedroom. You thought Willard was hankering for some good lovin’ since he had your arms pinned behind your back as he thrust you into the room, but that was not the case. He sat on the bed and made you bend over his knee, throwing up your skirt and delivering a stinging slap to your rear. Though you kicked your legs and whimpered, there was nothing more you could do to stop him.
“I never want you to contradict me again. Especially not in front of our son. He has to learn no means no, and apparently, so do you.”
“I’m sorry,” you snivelled. “I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
“I’m the head of this household, understand? I’m the father. You know what that means?”
You nodded frantically, but it did not absolve you from another smack. Willard’s entire palm made contact, and the sound was ferocious. Yet the sizzle did more than enforce his warning. It made you want to rub yourself on his knee. Willard caught wind of this peculiar arousal and sat you on his thigh, taking your neck in a firm but careful grip.
“Who’s the daddy ’round here?” He growled.
“You are,” you whispered.
“Hm? I can’t hear you. Say it again.”
“You’re the daddy, sir.”
“That’s right, and whose word is law in this house?”
“Yours is, daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, take off your clothes and get on your knees,” Willard said as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his trousers. “You’ve got a lot to make up for. And I do mean a lot.”
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Hey there! Since you're taking requests, I wanted to request an Arvin drabble that includes the kissing prompt involving ripping the other person away and saying - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close. Credit for kissing prompt goes to tumblr user andrastesass.
arvin russell x reader. fluff + kinda angst. ooo i like this one. shout out to @andrastesass ! arvin russell masterlist
you and arvin have had this forbidden kind of love going on for the longest time. you’ve been friends with lenora before he even moved in with her and you both felt it’d be weird to have a relationship. though you both knew strongly about each other’s feelings for one another. but of course, things led to another, and here you are the two of you making out in his car after previously dropping off lenora at the church.
the two of you have been having these kinds of meet-ups for more than a month now and you’re beginning to feel like you’re betraying your best friend. it feels like a sin, but lord is it an enticing sin. his lips feel like heaven and his hands feel like fire. you feel like you’re messing with the devil himself when you indulge yourself with arvin.
you let out a gasp when he all of a sudden took the chance to lift you up and place you on his lap. “vinny,” you murmur in between kisses and wrap your arms around his neck. he grunts in response and you roll your eyes, pulling away. he groans and tries to lean up to you to reconnect his lips. “stoop!”
“what is it baby?” he grumbles and places his hands upon your hips. “am i too rough?”
“lord, no. it’s just,” you whisper and cup his cheek, admiring him for a moment. a moment becomes longer and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes. fuck it, you think to yourself and quickly smash your lips back onto his.
he shifts beneath you and sighs in content while he kisses back. he moves his hands toward your back and up to your hair. “so, damn, beautiful,” he says in between kisses.
you flush at his words and the thoughts of being a sinner swirl in your mind, taking over once again. you mentally curse your brain and rip away from him, exhaling loudly. “we shouldn’t,” you squeak out.
he barely hears you and kisses you harder, dipping his tongue into your mouth, then emitting a moan from you. he smirks at your sound but suddenly moans as you press your tongue up against his, all while gripping his hair. he slides his hands back down to your waist and pulls you closer towards him, his mouth never leaving yours. you both hesitantly and slowly pull away. you lean your forehead against his and breath out heavily. “we shouldn’t, what?” he retorts.
“shut it,” you whine and peck his lips.
he chuckles and rubs circles on your sides, “she’ll be fine, flower.”
“yea. i guess so, huh?”
“i’ll be fine with what?” lenora frowns as she walks up to arvin’s car, arms crossed.
“oh shit!” you both cry out.
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I See You Masterlist
An Arvin Russell series
“Hi there, welcome to Jump’s! Can I get ya a drink to start with, sugar?” His head snapped up at the voice he heard. The waitress was about his age and undeniably pretty, definitely cuter than he expected to see in this nowhere town. She was all shades of glossy brown, from her soft skin to her full lips to her bright eyes to her kinky updo. She looked at him expectantly and it took him a minute to remember she asked him a question.
contains smut and discussions of race/racism, minors dni
This fic is on hiatus as of March 28!
But I fully intend to finish it!
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The Sheriff and the Murderer
Previous Parts | Part One | Part Two | Part Three
Summary | car rides come to a gruelling end, leaving you and Sandy with the dirty business of burying Simon’s limbs. Though, when Lee enters the station, he hears the news of a weeping widow, that has been touched unfairly by your husband. He has to find Simon.
Warnings | mentions of death, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy, angst, mentions of sex, includes smut, swearing, fingering, blowjob, titty fucking, dirty talk, anal sex, squirting
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Dirt moulded upon the seams of your knees as you knelt, placing Simon’s hand upon the pile of his scattered body parts. There had been many holes dug in the woods, and it was beginning to get dark, as you and Sandy finally finished hiding the evidence of your crime.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you had finally finished stowing away the parts of your life that haunted you, and with much pleasure, buried it deep within the ground. “Surely now you’ll be looking for a new husband...” Sandy snickered, grabbing a rag to wipe the grime from her well adversed hands off on.
“That would not at all be suspicious.” You rolled your eyes at your friend, grabbing the shovels and moving towards her trunk. “But I’m going to need a story for his disappearance, Lee among others will certainly find it strange to never see me worrying of his return.”
A light scoff emitted from the blonde, as she shook her unruly curled head. She placed a hand upon your shoulder, giving you a tender smile to soothe your thoughtful nerves. “Ain’t nobody gonna wanna find that poor excuse of a man. And if they do, you’re gonna be the last person that they suspect.”
She had a point, the people in town that knew of you, were aware that you were nothing more than a simple housewife. You were forced to depend on Simon and his income, and without either, you would fall into squalor. But a life of difficulty, fighting against sexist poverty would be better than living with that monster.
Because that is what Simon was, a monster. He had no recollection nor care for the value of you being a woman, like many men in the day and age. And now, with his bones hidden in the middle of nowhere, far form citizen eyes, you were free, though you were unsure of what to do with your newfound freedom, and how you would manage it.
“What about that wife of his?” Lee snapped his head around, as he looked between the door that held the victim, and Deputy Reeves, who had decided to bring the woman that owned his heart, and another man’s ring upon her finger, into this case. But it was inevitable, you were to be dragged into it, Simon had a hell of a nerve for putting you into the corner.
“And what may your point be to bring y/n into this inconvenience?” The sheriff snapped at his co worker, containing his anger concerning the situation. Reever reeled his head back at the sound of Bodecker’s tone, frowning at his commander’s voice.
“I meant, she may know where Simon Priot is! I’m not assuming that she is the reason that he has gone off the grid, hell knows he wallows in the dark corners of this town. You need to make your likening towards that lady less obvious, I remember back during our training days, you’d carry around a picture of her, and now look at her... she’s bound to have be with a child in a year or so, she moved on Lee, and you’re still stuck on her like gum on the bottom of her shoe.”
Lee bit his lip, restraining the need to explode on this man that was below him, yet was still talking down to him. It was true, it was a fear of his that he’d watch you balloon with an heir, that Simon would raise under his manipulative thumb. And the chances would be, that the baby was genetically identical to his genes, having been made from the pair of you sexually intermingling.
“So your concern is that y/n may know his whereabouts, and not what he may do to her behind closed doors? This woman that we are interviewing may be from a wealthy family, mourning her own well established partner, but because y/n and Simon are married, it surpasses over your thick skull!”
He steadied his breath, holding his hands upon his hips as he tried to control his authority, though, Reeves did not entirely seem impressed with Lee’s words. Instead, he simply bellowed a laugh, finding his sheriff’s prejudice to be amusing. “That is one way to act jealous. Guess I’ll just go over to her home, and see if Simon is present.”
“I’ll go.” Lee grabbed his mug, glaring at his coworker as he walked profusely away, sending a point of his finger towards the door that the widow was concealed behind, prompting that Reever best continue his work, whilst he perceived to do the same.
A series of knocks had you bustling out towards the door, clothed in nothing more than a towel, as you had just left the premises of the bath, finding it to be only Lee on the other side. “Hiya sheriff, is there anything that I can help you with? Maybe you’d like to come inside for a cup of something smooth and sweet.” You bit your lip, giggling as he pushed you through the door.
He shut it behind himself, pinning you against the wall, as his face tucked into your neck, planting ravishingly kisses against the column of your neck, making you revel your head back. “You do feel smooth.” His hands ran up the length of your leg, worming it’s way beneath the rough fabric, sliding his fingers up and into your entrance, causing you to moan up and toward his chin. “I’m finding this suspicious...”
At his words you froze, becoming paranoid that he had found something out. You stared up at him as he thumbed at your clit, as you rutted your hips down and upon his fingers. “Lee, you have to listen to me, there is nothing to be - fuck!” He shoved another two fingers into you, stretching you open, as your hands stroked against his sleeved biceps.
“Every time you answer that damned door, you’re dressed in practically nothing. It’s like you’re trying to seduce all the men around here.” He smirked, using his free hand to tug off the towel, leaving you in nothing more than your own nude skin.
“Just one.” You played with his tie, wincing as the sheriff removed his fingers from inside of you, raising them to your lips as you tasted your own juices from his flesh. “He’s quite the charmer, that smile of his, well that’s contagious. And don’t get me started on that plump belly of his, I love to feel it pressing against me as he fucks me into the mattress. He’s so handsome, and has such a big, pulsing cock.”
With that said, you dropped nakedly to your knees, tugging at his belt, looping the leather out from its holsters, and dragging the layers of material down, so that you could expose his erecting cock. You grasped his base, instantly moving your mouth down to his balls, sucking his left one into your mouth, causing the man above you to grit his teeth.
You stroked his length, moving back up towards his tip, tapping it against your tongue, moaning against him as he began to comb his fingers through your hair, before sinking his fat cock down your throat, feeling his taste upon your buds, as you stared up at him with your innocent eyes.
“Such a talented mouth.” He moved his hips, sinking further into you, as you muffled your noises of gagging on him. “Simon really is a lucky man.” He muttered to yourself, the words being inaudible to where you were below him. But where was Simon?
“Love sucking your cock.” You popped him out of your mouth, swiping your tongue up his shaft, as you continued to pump him. “So big Lee Lee.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he handled himself, moving himself of out your grasp, as he watched you press closer to him, a breast on either side, as he rested on your chest.
You grasped your breasts, a hand upon each, as you suffocated his length with your tits, bouncing on your thighs, as you fucked him with your assets. “Y/n.” He breathed, humming at the sight of you, licking his lips, as he felt swarmed with pleasure.
He remembered back in the day, when he would come over to your house and help you study for mid terms. Those sessions ended rather similarly, with one of you performing some kind of pleasure on the other, keeping as quite as you could so that your father would not hear.
But of course he knew what was going on, which was why he had decided to introduce you to Simon, so that his blessing would sway you into choosing him rather than Lee. “I’m going to cum, baby girl. Gonna soak your lovely tits with my spunk.” He groaned, watching behind heavy lidded eyes as he spilled over your chest, painting it white, as he stepped slightly back, and turned soft.
“Oh my - Christ!” You squealed as you were held chest first against the dining table, remnants of Lee’s cum sliding upon the surface as you were pounded back and forth, Lee behind you as he took you from that angle. “Harder baby, har - ah!”
A light scream reckoned from your throat, your fingers grasping the corners of the surface, as he slipped his cock out from inside of your pussy, pressing his tip against your tighter hole, using no lubrication except your own natural essence that cloaked his skin, as he began to press into your ass.
“Honey, you’re so tight.” He squinted, as he began to slow down, allowing you to adjust to his girth within your asshole before moving slightly faster. “You’re ass feels so good. Never let your horrible husband in your back door, have you?”
The thoughts of ways that Simon had never brought you pleasure, times that you consented to it, made him pulse harder within you. Lee had been permitted to do more socially unacceptable things with you, in your home, and it completely turned him on. If anyone knew that adultery, and all these other things that Lee did to you, they would even look down on him, the sheriff.
“No. Only you Lee Lee.” You threw your head back, moulding with the pressure of his hand upon your back, forcing you to be flat against the table. “I want more baby, give me something more sweetie.” Giving you a light spank upon your ass, making your tighter walls clench around him, he trailed his hand to your front, pinching your clit, before delving his fingers within your contracting walls.
“Holy heaven.” Lee groaned, feeling at how your wetness seeped down his hand, as he hammered into you. This session had been going on for so long, and if he weren’t mistaken, he’d think it to be one of the best. “Cum baby, cum all over me. And I’ll feel this ass up, yeah?”
Feverishly nodding, you continuously clenched around his thick fingers, until a flow of clear liquid squirted out from your pussy, creating a puddle upon the kitchen floor as he removed his hand from inside you, shoving it in your mouth to mute your screams. His balls slapped against the middle of your ass cheeks, as he thrusted, falling back against you as he filled you up.
Grasping your hips lightly, he pulled back, watching as his cum dripped out from you, cascading down the back of your thighs, as your pussy withered from emptiness. He bit his lip at the sight, and for a moment, he forgot why he had visited you this early on the day for an exchange, and then he remembered, it all flashing back to him.
Perhaps another round was in order, to numb the reminder of your marriage, and the case that he was on duty for. As you returned to your senses, he helped your get up, carrying you towards the bathroom to partake in more fulfilment and cleanse the both of you.
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Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader
Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts…)
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, abuse, and sexual assault (depictions of none, though)
Word Count: 5.0k
A/N: I am so sorry for how long this took to publish! Work and school have been CRAZY!
Citation: (This is absolutely cited incorrectly but the poem included was found at this link!) https://rememberingthesixties.wordpress.com/2014/11/15/love-poems
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“No! No! No! I ain’t got time for this today!” You groaned, twisting your key in the ignition only to hear the engine struggle to turn over. You were already running late to work, thanks to you misplacing your shoes, purse, and keys all on the same morning. When it was really only just you, your dad, and Arvin living in your home, it was ridiculous to be losing things as often as you did. It’s not like they were touching them. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was some gremlin that lived in the linen closet and hid your things to make life more difficult.
Of course, your car wouldn’t work either. What a fantastic beginning to the day.
You weren’t even sure what could be wrong with the car. It had worked just fine yesterday. There was no reason for it to suddenly fall apart on you. But alas, after several minutes of trying to start the car and checking what basic things you knew about under the hood to no avail, you gave out a groan of anger, “Damnit!”
With an angry kick of your old tire, you stomped back into the house. “Everythin' okay?” Arvin asked from the dining room table, where he sat eating a plate of toast and eggs.
“I was already running late this morning and now my stupid car won’t start,” you grumbled, throwing your purse onto the open chair and taking the phone off the receiver on the wall with more aggression than you intended. You were spinning the dial and putting in the phone number to the diner you worked at.
Arvin leaned forward in his seat, “I can take a look at it for you, if you’d like.”
“That would be great if you’re willing to but-” You began to answer but you stopped abruptly and held up a finger to him when a voice answered on the phone.
“Molly’s Diner. How can I help ya?” A woman’s voice that you recognized as your coworker Charlene asked from the other side.
“Hey, Charlene?” You asked, shooting Arvin an apologetic look for the sudden interruption. She sounded surprised to hear your greeting on the other end.
“Where you at, girl?” She questioned, the ambient wound of the busy diner in the background.
You leaned against the wall, gripping the phone with both hands, “I know I’m late! I’m sorry! My car broke down and I don’t think I can make it-”
“I can give you a ride if you need.” Arvin offered quiet enough for Charlene to not hear him on the other end but you perked up.
“Wait, hang on-” You interrupted Charlene just as she began to respond, “I can actually get a ride in.” You mouthed a sincere thank you to Arvin while holding onto the phone with both hands, feeling a slight glimmer of hope in your otherwise crappy day.
“You know what? Don’t even worry about it. You’re already so late just take the day off and get your car fixed. Just be here tomorrow, alright?” You could almost hear the way Charlene’s hand was waving dismissively from the other end of the phone.
You sighed in relief, “Thank you so much. I’ll make it up to you!” After a few brief goodbyes, you hung the phone up on the receiver.
Arvin stood up and placed his plate in the sink, “So are you needin’ a ride to work?”
You shook your head, “No, Charlene said to just take the day off ‘n get the car fixed. Thank you, though. It really is sweet of you to offer.”
Arvin only shrugged, “C’mon, after all you done for me, givin’ you a ride into town really ain’t much at all. I’d still be more than happy to take a look under your hood if you’d like.”
You blushed and tried to suppress the immature giggles that threatened to slip out at the way he worded his offer. His face visibly paled and began to stumble over his words, “‘m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to come out like that! I didn’t mean take a look under your… erm. I ain’t too good with my words sometimes. Forgive me.”
You laughed outright now, stepping forward and trying to pull his nervously fidgeting arms down, “It’s okay! You’re fine! You’re fine! I would love it if you looked under my hood.” You teased, overexaggerating the way you emphasized his words, throwing them back at him.
He rolled his eyes at you, an embarrassed smile pulling the corner of his lips upwards, before looking back down at you. It was then that you realized just how close you and Arvin were, your fingers still loosely touching his forearms where they had fallen. You looked up into his eyes - those soulful brown eyes - and found yourself wanting to know everything that they’d seen.
That familiar heat rose to your cheeks and you pulled your hands back, running them up and down the white apron you wore over teal uniform, “Well, um, I’m gonna go get changed outta this if I ain’t gotta wear it for work and then I can help you out with the car?”
Arvin’s hands found their way to his pockets and he nodded in understanding.
You had changed into a pair of jeans with a buttoned up blouse before jogging out front to find Arvin already bent over the exposed inner workings of your car. “How’s it lookin’?” You asked, slowing to a pace until you reached the car. You landed beside him, hands falling on the dirty metal as you leaned over to see the mechanics. He fiddled with a few things here and there, things that you didn’t quite understand. You were good with the basics of fixing your car. You could change the oil and fix a flat but when it came to the more complicated stuff, you were a little less well-versed.
He leaned back and wiped his greasy hands on each other, “I think I have the problem pinpointed. ‘M gonna need to head into town and get a part but it’s not a hard fix at all.”
“Thank you so much for doin’ this. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You took a few steps back as Arvin lowered the hood, letting it fall the last few inches with a heavy thud.
“Yeah, well I’m happy I can finally be some help ‘round here to you.”
You rolled your eyes, following Arvin back to the house, “Please, you are plenty of help ‘round here. More help than I’ve gotten in years.”
Arvin gave you a knowing tight-lipped smile and nodded once the two of you made it through the front door. He didn’t say anything for a moment but there was a silent understanding. “You need anything while I’m out?” He asked, changing the subject.
You shook your head, “No, I’m alright. Thank you though.”
It was rare that you actually had time to yourself. While Arvin was gone, you found yourself wandering around confused for a short while until the buzzing silence wore on your ears. You sat on the couch and pulled the radio over closer to you on the coffee table, looking over your shoulder as if someone would catch you at any moment.
This was one of your secrets that you held close to you, knowing your father would make fun of you if he ever found out. Moon River had been a favorite radio program of yours since you discovered it while tuning through the stations a year back. It was full of romantic poetry and slow beautiful music. Everything you dreamt about but knew you could never have, not while you were stuck here at least. But a girl could dream.
“Tonight’s love poem is written by Betty Hayes Albright. We hope you enjoy.
They tell me not to write of love
but what else can I write –
when love is in my heart and soul
and mind both day and night?
“You’re just too young and you can’t know
of love,” (does anyone?)
“you can’t profess such knowledge –
stick to verse and pun.”
They tell me that, and say love poems
are worn out through and through
but I can’t agree with them,
for me love is brand new.
Feelings in me can’t stay down,
my love for him I can’t ignore,
somehow it’s got to be expressed,
“I’ve got no lock upon my door.”
To those who stick to subjects
of the sky and stars, of joy and pain
I write my poems of love because
my heart’s love-blood shall never drain.
Perhaps they too shall love again.”
You sighed as it came to an end and you couldn’t help but see Arvin’s face in your mind’s eye. Love had always felt like something you could only dream of. It was a “one day when I get out of here” thought, not something you saw yourself obtaining for a long time, if ever. Now with Arvin… well you weren’t sure if you could call it love but it sure as hell was the closest thing to it you’d experienced.
Since the words were spoken, they kept swirling around your head: “When love is in my heart and soul; and mind both day and night.” Since his arrival two months ago, Arvin had been that very subject on your mind almost constantly. He was the first face you hoped to see every morning and the last one you wanted to see before bed. Your entire mood lit up every time he walked into the room, even when you were stressed from work or your father. It hadn’t been hard for you to realize that he became the lighthouse in the rocky ocean, promising solace and providing light in the storm that could be your life at times. It was hard to not fall for that.
"Never heard that one before." You whipped around in a panicked start to see Arvin standing in the foyer. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
You shook your head and tucked your hair behind your ears, "No, no, you're fine. You read a lot of poetry?" You watched Arvin shake his head and walk into the room. He stopped on the other side of the couch and you climbed up, placing your knees on the cushions and leaning over the back of the couch to look up at him.
"I don't like poetry all that much, at least the ones we read in high school… but I like that one." He looked down at where his hand gripped the back of the couch and his weight shifted on his feet.
Your eyes fell to his hands in an attempt to hide the blush that crept up on your cheeks that really had no place being there. "Yeah… me too. It reminds me that there is real love out there in the world."
A silence settled over the room as your eyes anxiously dragged up Arvin’s body till they settled on his eyes but you found yourself unable to hold his gaze. "I, erm, I got the part I need for your car." He took a step back and lifted the hand that wasn't on the couch, tossing the metal mechanism in his hand.
"Oh," you pressed yourself away from the couch and moved back to stand, "thank you for runnin’ all the way out into town."
He gave you a small smile and a nod, “It’s my pleasure. I’m gonna go see if this fixes the problem.”
"That should be it," Arvin slammed the hood back down and wiped his hands on his jeans. "We should take her for a drive to see if she's runnin' alright now."
You nodded, "Alright. Hop in." You took the keys from your pocket and gestured to the passenger seat. Arvin climbed in and you slid into the driver's seat, turning the key. This time, the engine started up without a problem. A big smile spread across your face, "You're a miracle worker, you know that?"
Arvin shook his head, "I ain't no miracle worker. Just good with fixin' things I s'pose."
Your feet were on the brake and the clutch when you shifted into first gear and began to peel out down the long dirt driveway. You stopped at the road and looked both ways, trying to decide which way to go. You looked to your right, the road into town, and then to the left, the way to that field that was oh so special to you. You began to gnaw at your lower lip.
Did you want to show Arvin? That little clearing by the creek had been your secret getaway since you’d discovered it three years ago. You never told anybody about it and you’d never seen anyone else there when you went so, as far as you were concerned, it was yours. Your special hide away, your paradise, your escape. But since his arrival, Arvin had become just that as well.
“You alright?” He questioned, looking over at you with a vaguely concerned expression.
You looked over at him, a nervous twist to your lips, “Can I show you somewhere special?” Perhaps it was an odd question to ask, though you hadn’t thought it was until you saw the curious and somewhat confused look dawn on Arvin’s face. Nevertheless, he nodded and, with a smile, you turned left towards the field.
It was a short but otherwise successful, trouble-free drive. You slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road into the dirt shoulder. “Where are we?” Arvin asked, looking around and seeing nothing but tall grass and trees.
With an impish smile, you turned off the ignition and looked towards him, “You’ll see. C’mon!” You threw your door open and walked around the front of the car towards the passenger’s side, hanging on the passenger door when Arvin finally opened the door to exit the vehicle.
He followed you to the edge of the brush where you walked as if you knew it like home. With minimal effort, you found the overgrown path and pulled him along behind you. The road disappeared behind the two of you as you wandered beyond the tree line, tall birch trees creating a maze that you knew by heart. The path was short and you navigated it with a sixth sense until you led Arvin to a small field. There was an imperfect circle of wild grasses beside a stream that seemingly appeared from nowhere but you knew it was that time of year when the snow started melting off the mountains. Bundles of wildflowers grew mixed in the grass. Just along the bank of the crystal clear creek water was a large dogwood tree with vibrant white flowers.
“Wow…” Arvin breathed out in amazement as he tried to take in the beauty of the place.
“Pretty, ain’t it?” You asked with a smile, the wonder in his brown eyes warming your heart. You were glad that he seemed to appreciate it as much as you did.
You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as your heart welled with happiness at his stunned reaction. He stepped in a slow circle, taking in the beautiful scenery. “It’s beautiful.”
“This is sorta my… escape from reality, I guess you could call it. I come here and I’m suddenly in a different world away from all the bullshit of life.” You reached down to run your fingers through the soft blades of grass. Arvin smirked and you looked up at him with a short breathy laugh, “What?”
He shook his head and looked down, hands buried in his pockets as always, “I think that’s the first time I ever heard you curse.”
You rolled your eyes, “I don’t do it very often. My daddy would always yell at me tellin’ me how un-ladylike it was to say bad words. Told me it made me sound ugly. I think his exact words were ‘a dirty mouth makes a dirty woman.’” Your voice dropped to mock your father.
Arvin spoke plainly, “Your pa needs to treat you better.”
You gave him a sad knowing smile and looked down at the ground, “It wasn’t always like this, y’know? I think that’s the saddest part.”
“What you mean?” Arvin asked.
You sat down on the grass, feeling the soft blades press against your skin as you sat back on your hands. Arvin followed suit, finding a comfortable spot beside you and waiting for you to continue. “When my momma was alive, he hardly ever drank. Wasn’t nothing like he is now. I think that’s the only reason I’ve put up with as much as I have. I hate seeing this miserable shell of the man I once knew but I also know that a real father wouldn’t have let himself fall into this pit - or at least stay down there long enough to practically leave his daughter to fend for herself. I just always hoped that maybe one day he’d pull through and… y’know… be my dad again.”
You laid back on the ground and stared up at the sky. The clouds passed by, white and weightless, pure and unaffected by the troubles of this world. You envied them. The way they floated along, either bringing shade and beauty to the sky or raging unapologetic storms, with no constraints as to where they could float and how they could behave… it made you wish you could be a cloud.
Arvin was silent, unsure of how to respond. He wanted to offer words of support and encouragement but he never had been too good with words. He hadn’t really been taught to talk about problems. His daddy had taught him to finish them with his fists. Finally, he sighed, looking out across the field, “I understand. I felt the same way ‘bout my daddy.”
You perched up on your elbows, “Really?”
He nodded and looked down at his leg, which he was slowly rolling side to side just to keep fidgeting in some way, “Yeah… he, uh, he changed into a totally different man after my mama died.”
You looked up at him but you could see he was trying to avoid your eyes. You rested a gentle hand on his knee, “‘M sorry, Arvin. I had no idea.”
He shook his head, “Nah, don’t be. It’s been a long time.”
“D-do you mind if I ask what happened?” You cautiously inquired but quickly added, “Of course, it’s fine if not. You just… you don’t talk much ‘bout yourself.”
Arvin took a deep breath in, “My mama died when I was ‘bout ten. Cancer took her. My daddy tried everythin’ to keep her alive but when it didn’t work… he killed ‘imself too.”
This time you were unsure of how to respond, stunned by the new information you’d just learned. “I-I’m so sorry,” you breathed out in disbelief. For some reason, you had never thought that perhaps Arvin could have had a similar childhood experience to you, like losing your mothers, but your heart went out to him.
“It took a long time for me to understand why he did what he did but I finally realized that he just loved my mama so much that he couldn’t bear to be away from her.”
“He should’ve loved you enough to stay for you.” Before you could stop yourself, the stunning but honest words slipped from your lips. You damn near stopped breathing when you realized what you said, “I’m sorry. That was out of line. I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s alright.” Arvin had been stunned by the words that came out of your mouth but he knew damn well they were only a vocalization of a thought he had had almost every day since the day his father put a bullet in his head. “I’d be lyin’ if I said I hadn’t thought the same thing before.”
A heavy silence weighed over the two of you that was only relieved by a cool breeze. “So what happened to your mama?” Arvin asked.
Your face twisted, “Labor complications. She was pregnant with my little sister. When she went into labor, things just went really wrong. She lost too much blood ‘n died. The baby died too. I think it was just too much loss at once for my daddy to handle.”
“That’s too much loss to make a child deal with on her own,” Arvin commented the same way you had earlier.
You shrugged, wavering your head from side to side. Like he’d said, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same thought. “Looks like we got a lot in common.” You chuckled sadly, “I feel like I lost everyone who ever loved me. My mom, my sister, my grandparents, my dad...” Another silence settled and you waved the thought away, pushing yourself to sit up, “‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to make this all sad.”
Arvin shook his head, “You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for.” He paused, hesitant to continue. He hadn’t talked to anybody about what happened back in Coal Creek and Knockemstiff but something was strongly compelling him to. Maybe it was a bad idea to continue but he did, “I had a sister once too.”
Your mouth fell slightly in surprise and you let out a heavy breath, “You did?” The use of the words had and did instead are have and do were not lost on you and you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened.
Arvin swallowed hard and nodded, “Yeah… she, uh, she got into some trouble with this no good preacher that came into town. She was just so lonely, reminds me a lot o' you, but when he saw that and he took advantage of her. Took everythin’ he wanted and when she got into trouble he just told her she was crazy.” He paused for a moment, the memories of his sister flowing through his head, “Found her hangin’ in the shed.”
You were dumbfounded by the story you’d just been told. Anger and sadness were clear in Arvin’s voice despite his attempt to hold on, though you had a feeling that just the way he had been telling you about it meant that he had shared more of himself than he ever intended to . You struggled to wrap your brain around the tragedy he had just shared. “What’s her name?” You finally asked after a few moments of silence.
Arvin looked out across the field again and then back at you, “Lenora.”
“Lenora,” you repeated, “That’s a pretty name.” Arvin only nodded wordlessly. Again, another pause before you continued, “You said it was some preacher that got her in trouble? What happened with that? I mean, you knew? Didn’t anyone else? Is he in jail or somethin’?”
The man tensed up next to you and shot a look towards you that was sharper than one he’d ever given you before. You shrank back ever so slightly, taken off guard by his response to your seemingly simple question. “‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. You don’t have to-”
“Ain’t nobody woulda believed my Lenora if she told ‘em. You know how people see women who got babies ‘n no husband. Especially since he was the preacher…” he trailed off and you were desperate to see the memories that played behind his big brown eyes, “He ain’t gonna hurt nobody no more.”
Your brows knitted together, trying to decipher what that meant. Did he go to jail? Was he fired? Was his reputation ruined? You prayed whatever justice he got was fit for something so atrocious.
"I'm sorry you lost your sister."
"I'm sorry you lost yours too."
After a long silence, Arvin laid back beside you, his body grazing your arm as he lowered himself. The two of you rested beside each other in this new understanding of each other. As you struggled to keep your attention on the sky, your eyes frequently straying from the vast blue expanse overhead to the beautiful man to your right, you couldn't help but wonder if by some insane fantasy maybe he'd be struggling to keep his eyes off of you in the same way.
"Let's talk about somethin' less depressing," you prompted, "How 'bout girlfriends? You ever had one of those?"
Arvin’s chest rose and fell heavily as he sighed, "I ain't never had much time for a girlfriend. Didn't much like anybody in my hometown anyways. Don't think nobody liked me much neither."
You rolled your eyes and audibly scoffed, "I find it hard to believe you didn't have girls bangin' down your door for a date. You're tellin' me you ain't never went out on a single date?"
He shook his head, "Nope. I mean I kissed a girl or two back when I was younger but I never had no time for datin'. Always workin' or helpin' my grandma or keepin' Lenora safe."
You rolled over onto your side and looked down at him curiously, "Where you from anyways?"
Arvin was hesitant to answer, you could see it plain as day, though you couldn't figure why. Finally, he answered, "Lived with my mama and daddy in Knockemstiff but moved to Coal Creek with my grandma after they died."
Mentally, you wracked your mental map for any memory of those towns but found none. "I don't think I ever heard of those," you commented, lying back down.
Arvin stretched his arm up and readjusted his cap, "Not many people have unless you're from near there. Just some small towns you'd drive right through and never even notice. Knockemstiff is near Meade, Ohio."
"Oh!" You exclaimed in realization, "I heard of that one!" You giggled. You didn't live anywhere near there but you'd heard the name at least from a friend whose family was from Meade.
"What about you?" He asked.
You began tracing light patterns on your stomach with your finger, "What about me? You know where I'm from."
"You ever had a boyfriend?"
You kept your eyes staring straight up. “I tried datin’ a few boys back in high school but nothing too serious. They didn’t seem to like me much,” you admitted with a shrug. At the time, it had bothered you a little that you seemed to have a hard time finding a boyfriend but now you saw that it was better this way. Younger you had spent night after night praying for a knight in shining armor that would come and whisk you away to some beautiful new life. All they had done was run for the hills because they didn’t want to deal with your daddy… not that you could blame them. You’d learned not to depend on anybody for anything, certainly not some boy to make your life better. You’d have to do that yourself.
“I think it would be impossible for somebody not to like you.” Arvin said quietly but with no ounce of dishonesty.
You rolled your eyes and rolled over to look at him, “Your just sayin’ that.” Despite the fact you swore to yourself he was only joking, blood rushed to your cheeks.
Arvin’s head turned in the crook of his arm to make eye contact with you, “I like you.”
The sweetly joking smile you had on your face fell in shock. “W-what?” You stuttered less than gracefully.
“I mean it. I like you… a lot.” After your pause, his heart fell but he didn’t need you knowing that, “You ain’t gotta say it back.”
“I like you too,” you admitted quickly before Arvin could continue to doubt himself anymore but when you looked over at him, you could see that momentary flash of doubt in his eyes. You could almost hear his thoughts behind those big brown orbs: Nah, you’re just sayin’ that. So you decided to beat him to it, “I really do.”
A warm breeze couldn’t dispel the thickness that had been created in the air between you two as you both looked at each other, trying to decipher what the other was thinking and what on Earth you were supposed to do next. Neither of you were well experienced when it came to love or romance or whatnot but experience wasn’t needed to feel some higher power, call it God or the universe, pulling the two of you together.
You weren’t quite sure when you and Arvin had started to inch your lips closer to each others’ but when they finally met in a gentle experimental kiss, it was as if fireworks had gone off. Your heart swelled with an emotion that could only be described as longing. Breathing stopped as if the feather-light touch of his lips on yours had knocked the air out of your lungs and you found yourself unable to catch it.
Both you and Arvin were hesitant to pull back and neither of you did until there was no air left in your lungs. It was one of those kisses that left you less. Breathless, speechless, thoughtless. Just less. And yet somehow more. A part of you that you had denied being empty for so long felt like it was now filled by Arvin and, perhaps that was too much credit to give for simply saying he liked you and sharing a mindblowing kiss with you, but damn.
“I-I-I uh…” You tried to stammer out something that would be fitting but there were no words.
“You ain’t gotta say nothin’.” Arvin reached over and gently brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into your face, “But I’ll be damned if I let you go without tellin’ you you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
You reached up and covered his large hand with your own, twisting your wrist so that your fingers would interlock with his, “Who ever said you gotta let me go?
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We get along (for the most part) Chapter 5 Lee Bodecker x OC
MASTERLIST FOR OTHER CHAPTERS
WARNINGS: SLIGHT SMUT (18+) , CURSING.
MINORS DNI PLEASE.
Word count : 2,375
Lee is staring right back at me.
I slowly start to back up and as soon as I start moving, Lee starts moving.
I find myself walking towards Lilly’s room and grabbing my things, walking slowly as I try not to wake her up. Bending over the bed; I tucked Lily in and whispered in her ear “I am so sorry for leaving.” and I started to tip toe out of her room, starting toward the front door.
I don’t know where Lee is at the moment, he could have easily just gone up to bed.
I make it half way through the living room, look through the kitchen window, it's empty. I walk closer to the door and look out the living room window, empty.
“Where the hell did he go?” I whisper out loud to myself
Finally, my feet reach the doorway, looking up towards the screen door, I freeze. Being feet away from him makes me feel like my heart dropped out of my ass onto the floor below.
It's pitch dark in Lilly’s house, so I start to walk backwards slowly, Lee chuckles and opens the door, stepping in, dominating the room and standing in the doorway. His shadow towers over me, blocking any light that I had from the porch light.
“Maggie, I thought you would have learned your lesson after your little stunt at church.” He says slowly walking towards me with a smirk plastered on his face “Now, I'm going to have to take care of you.”
“ You need to leave.” I stutter as I feel myself hit the back of the couch, gripping the fabric of the sofa in between my fingers, my breath hitching.
“Oh, no.” He says in a mocking tone. I see his face slowly come into light from the windows, one strip of light highlighting his eye. “ You're coming with me.” He says as he lunges forward and grabs me by the arm, starting to drag me out behind him.
No matter how hard I try, his grip is too strong. I cant fight. Not even my feet can resist his strength.
“You and your little pretty friend decided to get my lil’ housewife drunk tonight.” He says in an aggressive tone. “I don't appreciate that one bit” We are already out the door and halfway to his front porch. “Now you're going to pay for that.” He says as he shoves me inside of his front door.
I stumble through the doorway and drop my things, not knowing what to do
I try to move but it feels as though my feet have planted themselves to the ground out of pure fear of what may happen next.
I have officially lost it.
“I've been watching you, you know,” He says, stepping towards me slowly, looking me up and down and licking his lips as if I’m the prey and he’s the hunter.
My eyes rake his body, he is wearing a white sleeveless tank top that is tucked into his uniform pants still. His belly pokes out a little and his jawline is tense, veins popping out of his neck.
“I- I know.” I say backing up towards the wall, feeling the wallpaper against my back.
“Pretty little thing” He says as he closes in on me, backing me up completely against the wall.
Finally face to face, I can feel his breath on my cheek, hot and . My body starts to feel warm and my cheeks are starting to feel heated. I feel myself breathe faster and I immediately try to calm myself down, taking short deep breaths.
“W-what do you want from me?” I say looking down, instantly his hand is on my chin having me look up into his blue eyes. My breath hitches as he uses his thumb to touch my lower lip, making me quiver under his touch.
His hand wanders to my cheek, “You.” He says “I want you.” instantly, he closes the space between us, latching his lips to mine.
My eyes open as wide as they can, taking in what's going on in front of me. I start to push against his chest to get him off of me but my body's saying something different.
He pulls away, his lips leaving mine.
“Maggie, please.” He says in a low voice, looking me right in the eyes.
“I-” I start to say but his lips smash back down on mine and in an instant, my legs are wrapped around his waist, fingers in his hair and our lips dance together roughly, teeth clashing and our tongues dancing in a rhythm.
His hands wander my body and my fingers stay tangled in his gelled hair, he lets out a low groan as his mouth explores mine, I can feel his length getting harder by the minute through his dark pants. He starts to move me off the wall with my legs still clinging around his waist. We move into the living room where he turns around and sits on the couch so I’m on top of him, still kissing like the world would end if we stopped.
Feeling his hardened length under me, I start to grind lightly, a wet patch forming in my underwear. He throws his head back in pure pleasure, giving a low groan, my lips meet his neck and immediately he digs his fingertips into my hips.
Suddenly, I realize what I’m doing.
I jump off of Lee, backing up towards the front door breathing heavily. I quickly grab my things and bolt out the door, watching Lee bolt towards the door, I run to my car and get in. I throw everything into the passenger seat and shove my car key into the ignition, turning it on and quickly driving away.
I roll over and open my eyes to the dim light coming in through my window, stretching and flopping my arms back down to my sides. I look up at the ceiling and just take a minute to think about the events that occurred 4 days ago. I close my eyes and suddenly, the memories come flooding back.
his lips smash back down on mine and in an instant, my legs are wrapped around his waist, fingers in his hair and our lips dance together roughly, teeth clashing and our tongues dancing in a fast rhythm.
His hands wander my body and my fingers stay tangled in his gelled hair, he lets out a low groan as his mouth explores mine, I can feel his length getting harder by the minute through his dark pants. He starts to move me off the wall with my legs still clinging around his waist. We move into the living room where he turns around, sits on the couch so that I’m on top, still kissing him like the world would end if we stopped.
Feeling his hardened length under me, I start to grind lightly, a wet patch forming in my underwear. He throws his head back in pure pleasure, giving a low groan, my lips meet his neck and immediately he digs his fingertips into my hips.
At the moment, I didn't want it to end.
I had always thought about how he kissed and touched a woman. For some reason, I was intrigued by the thought. The thought of his hands wandering my body made me tingle, his eyes staring me down with an almost hunter-prey look made me feel a certain way. Hot and needy. To think the adulterer of town would make me weak at the knees was a foreign thought to me. I always act so hard around him but that's because I wanted him to hunt me down. Now, I'm not so sure if I made the right decision to give in.
I open my eyes and get out of bed to wash up, I grab two towels from the closet and start to undress. I usually wear a nightgown to bed, something light for the almost scorching hot summer nights here in Knockemstiff.
Stepping in the shower, I let the hot water caress my skin and I take a deep breath as the steam starts to enter my nostrils. I start to reach over to the side of the tub to grab my shampoo and conditioner. I wash my long blonde hair, detangling the knots made from my rolling around on the bed. I start to run my fingers down my body and I feel a certain spot on my hips sting.
“What the-” I say as I look down at my waist.
Observing the area, I see 5 small bruises starting to form.
This is just fucking great.
Friday was a mistake, I should've just tried to leave as soon as I got into his house. I don't know what came over me to give into his sick fantasy of getting with me.
I heard before from one of the old ladies at church that they had seen him runnin around town late at night with some broad he had been seeing at the local bar. At this point, I wasn't surprised in the least bit. I decided that I am going to try to steer clear of him, as much as I can anyways.
I have class today, a simple math class but I am god awful at it. I have Lilly help me most of the time because if I didn't, I most likely would be failing. Even when I was in high school, I'd copy off of her. Not my fault, always asked the teacher for help but no one ever helped.
I get off my bed and get dressed, simple as usual, nothing fancy. Always a pair of blue jeans with a plain flowy black shirt, hair pulled back in a tight pony on top of my head. It’s a clear sunny day, the blue sky is in plain view. I start to pack up my bag to head out to go to class, grabbing everything I need. I step out of my room to an empty house, I guess they all may have gone out to the market or something. I go to my fridge and grab deli meat to make a quick sandwich as a snack before I head out, I grab turkey and some white bread. Sitting down, I slap the sandwich together and take a bite. I usually don't sit down for meals, unless I’m home early from work. I only work a couple days a week, nothing serious. Just to bring in some money, so that I have spending money when I want something. I don't like asking’ my parents for money, they need it more than I do.
Grabbing the sandwich and my bag, I head towards my car and close the door behind me. The area i live in is wooded so it isn't easy to see where my house is. I get in the car, sandwich in hand and my bag to the side in the passenger seat. I turn my car on, put some music on and head out onto the road. The wind is warm, my blonde hair waving in the wind and taking a bite out of my sandwich. I just stare at the road ahead of me, wondering where I could end up if I just kept driving. Lee hasn't been around my house lately, so I've been carefree driving. Blasting my music and just living my life to the fullest for now. I start to turn into town and towards my college, seeing people walk down the street and living their same boring day to day lives.
I arrive at the college building, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I take a quick look down the street and see Lee’s car sitting there. Hes leaned up against it drinking what looks like a cup of coffee, looking straight ahead minding his business. I shrug a bit and walk up the dark steps of the building entering through the doors. I look around and find Lily sitting there drawing in a book waiting for class to start. I make my way over to her with a smile plastered to my face and i plop myself onto the couch next to her.
“ Mags? Where the hell did you go on Friday night? She looks up with a concerned look on her face “ I remember falling asleep and then boom, you were gone.” She says looking back down at her book.
“ I am so sorry I had to leave” I say looking down at the book “ My brother called your house for me, said my parents were arguing” She looks up at me and just shrugs her shoulders.
“ It’s okay, I woke up and didn't remember much anyways from that night anyways” she says, still drawing in her book “ I do remember hearing something coming from Lee’s house the morning after though, sounded like arguing.”
“ Oh, really?” I say, I start to play with my hands nervously knowing that it was my doing. “ What did you hear?”
“ Not much, he did mention drinking though” She says looking up at me “ I think he knows that we did that to her” She starts to get up, class is starting.
“ Uh, yeah, I think he does” I say gathering my things up to go “ We have to watch ourselves”
“ You more than me, Mags” She says laughing a bit “ He’s already been onto you, now it just got worse”
“ Yeah” I say, simply not knowing how to reply knowing that what happened that night is nothing she can ever know about.
“ You okay?” She says nudging me a bit “ You seem a bit off”
“ Yeah, I’m fine, just tired is all” I say, giving her a small smile “ I promise”
“ Alrighty then” She says, giving me a small smile “ You ready?”
“ Yeah, just give me a minute, I got to go to the bathroom” I say “ Take my bag and put it in my seat, please”
“ Sure, Mags” She says “ I'll tell the professor you went”
“Yeah, okay, thanks” I say, giving her my bag and I head to the bathroom looking behind me as I walk.
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A Broken Heart.
Lee Bodecker x fem!reader
Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing
Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.
Chapter 2 //Chapter 3
The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.
You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.
Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.
You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.
After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.
She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.
Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.
As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.
“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.
“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.
“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.
You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“
Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.
“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.
The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.
The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.
The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.
Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.
You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.
One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.
“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.
“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”
Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.
“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.
You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.
“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.
“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”
“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.
“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”
Here we go.
“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.
“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”
Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.
They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.
“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”
Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.
Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”
“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.
“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.
Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.
“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.
“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.
“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.
“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.
“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”
“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”
“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“
“A tough position?” You repeated.
“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”
Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.
“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.
You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”
“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.
“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”
“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”
Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.
Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.
Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.
There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.
There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?
To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.
When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.
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The Sheriff and the Murderer
Previous Parts | Part One | Part Two
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Summary | one of the many things that you had never had the chance of doing was disposing of a body; luckily for you, you know just the right person who can tend to your aid.
Warnings | mentions of death, disposing of a body, mentions and aftermath of murder, mentions of rape, mentions of sex, swearing, mention of suicide
The smell of the carcass had your nose turning up, and the sight wasn’t much better. There was blood staining your lovely dress, that Lee had taken off hours prior. Now it was ruined, with the red digress of your husband; he always had to taint everything, and it still appeared to apply despite him being deceased.
Your eyes wallowed with water, as you thought of the mistakes you had made. There were so many, and marrying Simon had been of the greatest, considering that his treatment of you had been beyond disgraceful. And now, the red of his departed insides was sticking beneath his nails, causing you to gag.
This part, the slashing and ripping apart of his limbs, using your trusty shovel, had been worse than actually committing the initial crime. Killing him had been bliss, but this, reminded you of the possible consequences that you would be forced to partake in.
“Oh no.” You heaved, feeling nauseous from the pungent aroma, grasping at the top of your chest in sickness. You dropped his hand, that felt ironically lighter now that he was dead, letting it fall with the other parts of his distorted, and broken, body.
The worst part of all was, now that you had control of where his palms were permitted to go, and the power had you feeling complete. It had you basking in your own glory, but now, you were lost, grieving the path that you had lost regarding the man that you truly were infatuated with.
Walking backwards, and closing the shed door, you abandoned the sections of Simon, hurrying back into your empty home, and going towards your lined phone. Without caring about the prints of blood that you were padding onto the numerical keys, you dialled a woman that you knew to be in the business of cold body abandon.
For a minute, the line rang, leaving you antsy and picking at your stained nails, chipping away at the surrounding skin. All you could smell was the reminder of blood, that smothered you in a hermit of remembrance.
A remembrance of the times that he would splatter your body with his self, claiming that you were his wife, and even bragging about it to the fellas that he worked closely with. But you were nothing more than a shadow in his eyes, a prize that followed him around the house, flaunting her terrified doe eyes at his silhouette.
His greatest flaw was, aside from his poisonous and lingering touch, that smothered you in the cruelest of ways, was that he thought he was aware of everything that went on around him. It was as though he thought he were the sheriff...
But behind his turned back, your shadow would dance with the image of Lee Bodecker, in a private and disclosed matter. He was the true sheriff of the town, the wine who could order you to do anything, and you would wilfully comply.
Lee had, and never would hurt you. That was the definite difference between the polar pair. He was a lovely gentleman, and Simon, well, he was more like a rat swimming out of the sewer.
All these thoughts and actions of adultery were fair play, you slept with Lee behind the now scathed and chopped up back of your husband, whilst he bedded as many women that were actually willing to slumber with.
You were not dumb to his pattern, each night when he went out, he was pursuing a dame, but that never bothered you, because while he was out, the sheriff would make a stop, and check you over, in more ways than one.
Finally, you running with your thoughts was disrupted, for the ringing ceased. A upbeat and facade of a ‘hello’ rang though your ears, making you breathe a much deserved intake of relief.
“Hey Sandy.” You replied, holding the phone aggressively against your ear. Anything she had to say, you were willing to listen to, after all, she was a master in the ways of murder, as you knew and were trusted peculiarly with that detail of secrecy. “I need your help.”
The sound of Simon’s body parts beating around the trunk as sandy surpassed over a bump in the road reverberated through the entire vehicle. It soothed the initial silence that was exhibited in it, and nervously, you licked your thin lips, hoping that you would reach the ‘middle of nowhere’ soon.
It wasn’t that you and Sandy didn’t get along, in fact, you got along great, which was one of the reasons that she insisted to husband Carl that they leave you alive. But it was the fact that there was an unspoken gesture that waded through the air, like a muting toxin.
“Does Lee know?” She asked, finally breaking the silence like ice. It was a relief to hear voice, deep down, you were insecure that she was silently judging you for the entire ride, or at least, how far you had gone so far.
“No, and I intend for it to have a cap kept on it.” You slunk your shoulders, whilst thinking of Sandy’s sibling. He was far too good for you, he was the sheriff, and now, you deemed yourself as nothing more than a murderer.
The fact that you were a survivor of all sorts of horrid extremes wouldn’t matter to the boys in blue, they would not see you past your crime, and you feared that sheriff Bodecker would not either.
“Son of a bitch had it coming to him anyways.” Stated Sandy, being heartless to her admission. “The sight of you and that prick drove my brother insane. We all knew what he was doing to you, yet, they wouldn’t charge him, all because you were simply married to him.”
“What would you have done if Carl had dared lay his hands on you in an in-consensual manner?” You asked, plucking away at the trim of your clean skirt. Before you had left to go on this joyous trip with Sandy, you had changed, all in favour of the neighbours, and anyone else you happened to pass.
“I’d have done the same darling.” She comforted you, looking away from the road for a moment, to send you a quick and sincere smile. Things within the car were falling into their previous rhythm, it being apparent that the two of you were good and well adversed friends. “I wanted to kill Simon too, you know? But with the threats I have made in the past, it would have been far too suspicious.”
“Yeah.” You agreed, suddenly feeling guilty that if it were found to be known that Simon was butchered, Sandy would be interrogated, most likely from her own brother. “How is Carl?” You changed the subject, shifting under the grip of the seat belt.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you how my lovesick brother is?” She replied, laughing lightly at your warm face. “He’s still head over heels for you girl, and yet, the other man won your heart.”
“I wouldn’t say won it, I’d say he manipulated it.” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest to pave down the swell of tension inside. “I’d always told myself, and you, that I’d choose Lee Lee, but high school was a long time ago, and I can’t go back to sneaking kisses with him under the bleachers when your back was turned.”
“Trust me, I knew all along.” She smiled, thinking back to the simpler times. “And though, I know when he was training to be a deputy, he’d told you he had no time for a relationship, and he didn’t exactly expect you to wait for him. But you may as well have, considering the two of you continued to fornicate like wild rabbits.”
“Please stop.” You groaned at her words, covering your face with your clear and evidence free hands. “And we did not fornicate like-“
“My bedroom was right beside yours when we got that apartment, and before then, well it was against Lee’s. Trust me, when I say that I know off by heart how you sound in bed sweetie. And god, did I grimace as I heard you mewling my brother’s name.”
Breathily you laughed, thinking back to the times that were spoke of. “Sandy.” You spoke her name, earning a radical hum in reply. “I love Lee.”
“Trust me darling, I am well aware of that. The two of you are like Romeo and Juliet, except you’ve killed someone else rather than taken your own life. And then, there’s never been anything holding the two of you apart-“
“Okay, you’re trying to make a point here Sand. Nothing like Romeo and Juliet, I got it.” You nodded your head, before leaning it back into the plumpness of the head rest. “And then there’s you and Carl, Bonnie and Clyde.”
“Sweetie, you’re a killer too now, so I wouldn’t make comparisons. You’re just lucky that the first suspect for Simon’s disappearance will be a man, and then we’ll see where I am on that list. And you know me, I will always protect you, it’s what we do.”
“It is what we do.” You repeated, watching the road ahead, and tapping your feet in tune with the floundering of Simon’s own rolling feet.
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