#tdatt fic

[branded-witha-j]

Special Delivery

Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: dub-con, manipulation, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, breeding, Lee being mouthy as hell.

Summary: What happens when you hand deliver a lost letter to the Sheriff?

18+ only! Please heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

If I could blame this on anyone, it's gonna be @sweeterthanthis. You know what you did and I hope you're happy. 😉🖤

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The letter slipped between the chute and the bin, enjoying its hiding spot for almost two weeks before you found it. The addressee had already been by the post office twice to ask for it, but each time he left empty-handed. Of course, the blame fell on you; you were the one that was supposed to sort the letters, you were the one that missed it. So, after its discovery, you were the one forced to deliver it to the Sheriff's Office. 

The post office was now closed, the attempt to contact Sheriff Bodecker by phone met with a bored receptionist that took a message. With the envelope in hand, you walked it down Main Street, most of the shops closing up for the day, and made it to the office just as the sun was beginning to set.

Pushing open the door, the lady behind the desk stopped pulling on her jacket and gave you a sour look.

"We don't want nothin' you're sellin'." She had lipstick on her teeth and a coffee stain on her blouse. It was the end of the day for her and your arrival was getting in the way of her plans to go home. 

"I have a letter for Sheriff Bodecker." You held up the envelope. 

"I'll make sure he gets it." Reaching across the desk, she tried to take it from you. 

"No, I was told to hand deliver it."

The woman narrowed her eyes at you and huffed out in annoyance. "Give me the godda– "

"I thought you'd be gone by now." A deep drawl interrupted the woman and you both looked in its direction. 

The Sheriff stood at the doorway of an office, his name painted across frosted glass behind his head.  

"I was, but this girl has a letter. I told her to give it to me." The flush on her face deepened as the Sheriff ignored her and motioned for you. 

"Whatcha got for me?"

You stepped forward and thrust the letter in his direction. 

"I found this." It was all you could muster under his gaze, the deep blue of his eyes sweeping over you. 

"Oh, ya did, did ya?" His tone dripped with amusement that may or may not have been at your expense. Before you could speak, he turned his gaze to the woman furiously mouth breathing behind you. "That'll be all, Mildred."

You could hear her mumbling under her breath, but the door you entered opened and closed with her departure. It left you alone with the Sheriff, the office dim and quiet. 

"Come on in." He didn't wait for your agreement, turning and walking back into his office. With one final look around, you followed him inside. He stood by the door waiting on you to enter and you stopped awkwardly in the middle of the room as he shut the door and walked back over to his desk. Leaning against it, he motioned for you to come forward. 

"Am I in trouble?" Each tentative step brought you closer, the smell of his cologne growing as you stopped before him. 

"Trouble? Nah. Not unless you did somethin' wrong, sweetheart. Then I'd have to punish ya." His smirk made you hiccup out a laugh, your hand thrusting the letter in his direction. 

"I'm sorry for the hassle, Sheriff Bodecker. It won't happen again." He looked down at the letter, eyes coming back up to yours as he reached for it, only for his hand to pause. 

"Better not." There's that tone again where you're almost certain he's making fun of you. 

"Well, I better be gettin' home, Sheriff– "

"Call me Lee." His drawl was all honey, sticky and sickly sweet. 

"I can't do that, Sheriff." You scoffed, shaking your head. 

"Come now. Have a seat. I'm workin' the late shift and I could use a little company." He motioned at the chair before his desk, not moving his body or gaze until you gave in and sat down. Again, you offered the envelope. 

"What's a sweet girl like you workin' in the mailroom at the post office? Don't you have a husband that can provide for ya?" What he insinuated irked you and the annoyance refused to slip from your face. 

"I live alone. And I pay my own bills." You sounded defensive, shaking the offered envelope again. Still he ignored it. For something that he caused a stink over, he sure wasn't interested in it. 

"Don't get all huffy. I ain't mean nothin' by it." The Sheriff smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes and took the wrinkled letter from your grasp. Tossing it onto his desk, he ignored it completely. "Aren't you Danny's girl? Real shame what happened to 'im, that accident and all."

All you could do was mumble your name before the mention of your father made your throat tighten. 

"You still livin' up in the Holler?"

You used to live up there when your Daddy was still alive, but moved down the road into a small trailer. It wasn't much, but it was home. And the bus to take you there was about to be missed. 

"I'm real sorry, Sheriff...Lee. But I'm gonna miss my bus."

Before he could stop you, you got to your feet, and rushed from the office. The Sheriff followed you as far as the entrance to the building and watched as you ran down the sidewalk. 

You reached the bus stop just in time to see its bright tail lights disappearing down the road. 

"Shit!" The sun was long gone and a chill came with the night, making you pull your cardigan around you tighter. 

"Need a ride?" You recognized the drawl and turned to see the Sheriff leaning over to peer at you through the passenger window of his cruiser. 

"Um." The walk would be long and it would be late when you finally got home. "Yeah, okay."

Opening the door with the inside handle, he shoved it open for you, pulling back as you sank into the passenger seat. The leather creaked as you settled and you tugged on the seat belt as the cruiser pulled away. 

"Thanks for the ride, Lee." You watched as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. 

"Least I could do for ya, makin' you late an' all." The smile he gave you before turning back to the road made your own lips spread into one. 

There was no reason for you to worry, no reason for you to be scared. You were with the Sheriff and he would see to it that you got home safely. The nerves began to ease at the thought and the AM radio crackled to life as Lee fiddled with a knob on the dash. Eventually he found something that crooned about love lost and you both rode in silence. 

"You'll need to tell me when I'm gettin' close."

"It's just up thatta way."

The cruiser slowed, tires crunching on gravel as he turned onto your road. Only one other house could be considered your neighbor and you passed it on the way to your place. Another half a mile and you pointed at the trailer. 

"That's me." The engine roared as the car climbed the drive, brakes squeaking slightly as it stopped. "I really appreciate it, Sheriff."

There was a long moment of silence and the keys jingled as Lee turned them to kill the engine. The tick as it cooled seemed extremely loud and you moved to open the door. 

"You got any coffee? Gonna be a long one with the nightshift and all."

You hesitated, ready to tell him no, but the right thing to do would be to invite him in, offer something to eat, and then send him on his way. So, with every single one of your old grannies scolding you for your rudeness, you nodded. 

Your heels made very little sound compared to his boots, the steps creaking under your combined weight. 

"Step is loose." Lee observed. "I could fix it for ya." 

"That's awfully kind of you, Lee." You smiled, fumbling with the key. His strong, warm hand closed over yours, taking them from you. He had to wedge in beside you to get to the lock and a heady cloud of his cologne made you dizzy. 

A hand at the small of your back coaxed you into stepping inside, the door now open. Moving around, you turned on lights, picking up a few things as you did. The place was rather small and comfortable, but Lee's wide frame left very little room, his campaign hat almost touching the ceiling. 

"Have a seat." You motioned at the small couch and the Sheriff nodded, pulling his hat off for safekeeping on the nearby chair. It left only the spot on the couch open. 

With the percolator started, you returned to your guest, placing a plate of cookies down on the little coffee table. 

"I'm sorry I don't have much. I need to make a trip to the grocer." 

Lee waved it off and took one of the cookies, moaning in delight at the first bite. 

"Delicious as hell." His exclamation made you laugh, a real one, and the loud bubbling of the coffee maker pulled away your attention. 

Returning with a cup, you offered it to him, refusing one for yourself. "I'll never sleep if I drink coffee this late."

Lee hummed around the first sip, dunking his cookie before taking a generous bite. Despite your rocky start, conversation began, not stopping until you yawned. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you apologized from behind your palm. 

"Don't you be sorry. I've kept ya up too late." He placed the cup down on the table. "I need to get back to the station anyway."

There was mild disappointment and you tried your best to keep it to yourself as you walked with him over to the door. 

"Thanks again for the ride."

"Thank ya for the coffee. Real sweet'a you."

The ticking of a nearby clock counted the silence. The leather of Lee's jacket creaked as he leaned towards you, his lips on yours before you could say another word. 

The contact startled you, but not nearly as much as the warmth of his tongue. It pressed at the seam of your lips, trying to gain entrance. Your weak protest granted it and he swallowed up the sound with a deep kiss. The plate of cookies you wrapped for him to take hit the floor, making you jump. 

"I gotcha." Arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you up easily. A gasp fell from your lips as your stomach dropped out, Lee's boots almost booming as he carried you deeper into the trailer. 

"Lee. Wait a min—" Your back made contact with the patch quilt of your bed, the Sheriff not far behind. His weight was almost suffocating and he took advantage of your panting mouth to kiss you again. He was hard everywhere, the zipper of his jacket snagging at your cardigan, the gun strapped to his hip digging into yours. "It hurts."

Lee froze, pulling back up onto his feet, and you felt a rush of relief that he was going to stop, that he knew this wasn't right. Instead, he removed his jacket, draping it over a nearby chair, his utility belt coming next. That he placed on the top of your dresser, right next to the jewelry box that played Amazing Grace when opened. 

He was no longer responding to you, your protest to slow down interrupted as he fell to his knees beside your bed. Curiosity made your brows knit, but then his hands curled behind your knees, and a hard tug brought you closer. Thighs clapped together in an attempt to keep him at bay, but a strong hand pried them apart, the other rucking up your skirt. The nylons and garter belt made the Sheriff groan in appreciation and your cheeks heated at his praise. 

"Prettiest thing I ever seen." His nails raked up the side of your thighs, sending runs through the nylon, and his mouth against your covered mound made you bolt upright. 

"Lee! Wait!" Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might fly right out of your throat. 

"Shhh, baby. Just wanna make you feel good." 

The desperation in his tone was intoxicating and you paused long enough that he continued, pressing a hand between your breasts to push you back down. Fear crept over you, eyes darting across the ceiling. There was a water stain that you hadn't notice until now and a nip of teeth at your inner thigh had your gaze jerking down. 

"Where you floatin' off to, sweetheart?" You honestly didn't have an answer, but he wasn't really interested in it anyway, continuing on. "I want you to feel every single thing I'm about to do to you."

"Lee!" His fingers curled under the gusset of your modest panties and pulled it to the side. You could feel the cool air, but then Lee's warm breath washed over your most intimate parts, your hand coming down to push at his forehead. The other joined in when he pinned the first to the side of your hip, holding you down as he tasted you for the first time. 

It was foreign, wet and very warm, Lee's tongue licking a stripe up your slit. You started to protest, but the swirl around your clit had you keening with a sound you'd never made before. The Sheriff growled in satisfaction, releasing your hands and hooking his arms around your thighs to drag you closer. Teeth grazed and nipped over swollen flesh and Lee sent a look up at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light. 

"All that bellyachin' just to end up on my mouth anyway." When you tried to move, he locked his arms tightly and yanked you down even further. "Why you wet?"

Your head jerked back and forth in weak denial and Lee sneered.

"I think you wanted me to have'a taste of this pretty cunt'a yours." No matter how hard you shook your head, the truth glistened between your legs. "I gotta sweet tooth and those cookies a'yours ain't nothin' compared to you."

His words left you dizzy, all manners and decency gone in the way he looked, touched, and spoke to you. 

"Anybody ever do this to ya?" This time he didn't accept a head shake, nipping at your clit until you sobbed out a loud NO. "Ripe for the pickin'."

It was all wet and nasty sounds, the Sheriff licking and kissing every part of you that no man had ever done before. You could no longer fight him, his mouth latching onto your nub and sucking until you felt a pleasant cramp in your lower stomach. 

"You touch yourself when no one's lookin'?" 

"No, Lee."

"Liar. Show me how you do it." He challenged you, his gaze unwavering until you brought your hand down to give him what he wanted. The pad of your middle finger dipped through your folds and the arousal startled you. Coating your fingers, you swirled it around your clit, teeth worrying your bottom lip. Lee cooed words of praise, telling you what a good girl you were for him, each compliment making you more confident. 

Panting, you felt the pressure in your belly again, pulling back from it with uneasiness. 

"I gotta do everything, huh?" His voice was gruff, fingers wrapping around your wrist to tear it away. Before you could even utter his name in protest, his hot mouth was back on your cunt. Without warning, an intense wave of throbbing pleasure made you squeal out his name, hands slapping on the patch quilt.

Eyes rolled back, sweat dotting along your hairline. You felt limp, the place between your legs pulsing as you struggled to understand what happened. 

"I told ya, didn't I? Said I'd make you feel good. And look atcha, all dumb and ready for my cock."

The words took a moment to enter your hazy brain, the clicking of Lee's zipper lost in the whooshing in your ears. It wasn't until his dripping tip made contact that you snapped back to attention. Palms pushed at the pressed shirt of his uniform, your protest cut short by the nudging at your clit.

"Lee–" You couldn't catch your breath, eyes pinching shut as his weight and scent swallowed you up. 

"This is mine. No one else's. Do you understand?" His voice was hot and heavy at your ear, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. He repeated the words like a mantra, the emerging stubble on his jaw rubbing against your cheek. 

Fingertips pressed into your skin, his mouth seeking out yours once again. You could taste yourself on his lips, whining as his tip pressed at your opening. 

"Take it." A hard thrust of his hips made you cry out, the sharp pain met with warmth and pressure. Tears burned in your eyes, the Sheriff stilling above you. Either waiting for you to adjust or to catch his breath, you weren't sure. Ducking his head down, Lee lifted slightly, looking down to where you were joined. "Look 'atcha. Makin' a mess on my cock."

Hands returned to his chest, pushing harder than before, and he grabbed them easily, pinning them above your head. 

"Lee–" The whimper fell from your lips and he responded by pulling his hips back. The relief was brief, your skin stinging as he thrust back in. He felt like waves on a beach you remember visiting once when you were a kid. The way they ebbed and flowed was hypnotizing, Lee's cock similar in many ways. 

He was a man that caused pain, more than you even realized, but your own was confusing. You knew it was wrong, knew God would be angry, but the warmth of Lee's body, and the pressure of him surrounding and consuming you made you forget anything else. 

"Knew you'd be fuckin' perfect." His words were punctuated with hard thrusts, the bed squeaking wildly beneath you. "Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you. All doe-eyed and innocent, just begging for a cock to ruin you."

His words left you dizzy, the cramping in your stomach starting again until you could no longer control it. Your release was met with blasphemous swears from the Sheriff, the pounding he gave you wet and loud in the small, stifling room. 

"Gonna fill you up, sweetheart." His words made you panic and you fought with him, a chuckle falling from his lips. 

Pulling back onto his haunches, Lee tore at the front of your blouse, ripping through the fabric easily. A hard yank had your breasts spilling out and the Sheriff groaned in appreciation, plucking at a swollen nipple. You winced, reaching up to wrap a hand around his wrist, but they soon returned to the quilt as Lee began to fuck you hard. Both of his hands circled your waist, mouth agape as he watched his cock slide in and out of your ruined cunt. 

"I did that. Me." He was talking to himself, but the words still made you keen with a confusing rush of arousal. 

Hard, precise thrusts became erratic, sweat dripping down Lee's forehead as he grunted from the effort. Pushing forward, his hot body collapsed onto yours again, your arms and legs forced to wrap around him. 

"One more. Give me one more." The Sheriff was winded, panting hotly at your ear. "One. More." 

The hand pushing between your bodies sought out the apex of your thighs, a finger circling your swollen nub furiously. Your scream was guttural, the pleasure dancing precariously with pain, Lee savoring it until he could no longer hold back. 

With a final clap of his hips into yours, he let go, spilling inside you. The heat of his cum spread outward, drowsiness making you go limp beneath him. 

"You did so good for me, baby." His words soothed an ache that was beginning to build and you both hissed as he pulled back. As your thighs moved to close, Lee clicked his tongue, dropping his feet to the floor to stand next to the bed. "Don't fuckin' move."

You did as he said, spread out beneath him as he tucked himself away and placed his utility belt back around his waist. His eyes never left the mess he created, satisfaction burning in his gut as he pulled on the leather jacket. 

When his eyes broke contact, you slowly relaxed, letting your legs come together. The Sheriff was no longer interested in you, instead pulling open your closet to root around.

"What are you doin'?"

The beige suitcase thumped heavily on the foot of your bed and Lee released the clasps before throwing it open. 

"Pack up your shit. You're comin' home with me."

~

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[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Part 12

18+ ONLY 

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst

Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.

Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!

3 Months Later

Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers. 

“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.” 

She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it. 

“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies. 

You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does. 

“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles. 

“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit. 

“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made. 

The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been. 

You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out. 

She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness. 

Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.” 

“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room. 

“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room. 

“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning. 

You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines. 

“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself. 

“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both. 

“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have. 

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down. 

“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”

He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first. 

“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.” 

“Are you pro-”

“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.” 

“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing. 

You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can. 

Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him. 

By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.

He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his- 

He has to get this over with as soon as possible. 

He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else. 

Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him. 

“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth. 

“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable. 

“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage. 

“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”

“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.

“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?” 

Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control. 

“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.” 

“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”

“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue. 

“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.” 

You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.

 “Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest. 

There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done. 

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[provokedgoalie]

Wasting Away.

• lee bodecker x reader

• 9. "when will it finally stop?" / 40. "will you shut up for once?!"

• tags/warnings: angst, alcoholism, brief mention of a character death, slight assault from reader, bodecker just being a big 'ol meanie

(note: I pulled up a random number generator & used the dialogue prompts from this post)

(edit: I finally finished this! (oct. 30, '22) Idk when I started on it, but it's been in the drafts for a while oof. ending this was a bitch but I'm a bit satisfied with it 👌🏽)

Lee's drinking started becoming a problem after the death of his sister— that amber colored glass bottle was practically glued to his large hand; at one point, you tried prying it out of his grasp, only for him to yank it back with a scowl on his face.

Then came the arguing, the denial and the defensiveness.

You threw your hands in the air in exasperation, “I can't deal with this shit, Lee. When will it finally stop? You're gonna drink yourself to death!”

“Will you shut up for once?!” he shouted, index finger and thumb pinching his furrowed brows. “I'm getting fucking tired of that mouth of yours running.”

In the heat of the moment, your palm collided with his round cheek— the skin to skin contact was deafening, as it broke the heavy tension.

Lee's gazed up at you in bewilderment as he raised a hand to his stinging cheek, mouth slightly agape in stunned silence.

You gritted your teeth as you spit out, “Now, you better clean up your act, Sheriff. Otherwise, I'm packing up my shit and never comin' back, you hear?”

You left the room in a huff, but not before Lee spotted the single tear pooling in your eye.

That single act brought something to the surface, feelings he never thought he'd experience: hurt, pain, concern— how could someone like you bring about these emotions out of him?

Lee glanced down at the forgotten bottle in his hand, gave it a little twirl by the neck; the liquid sloshed around, tiny droplets landing on his lap to leave a stain— he glared angrily at it, as if it was the reason for his strained relationship.

And maybe it was, he thought glumly. Glancing at the spot where you once stood he heaved a sigh, swiping a hand down his face before resting his head back on the sofa.

He shut his eyes as your words echoed around in his mind.

Never comin’ back.

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[sugarpopss]

Lee Bodecker Blurb (2)

This one has actual masturbation in it yay!!! I watched an entire episode of 'I've got a secret' for this and honestly it's not a bad show.

ummm warning for tugging the dick and shame and feedism and me being too into the research

“Is it an element of some kind? Heat? Fire?” 

Bess Meyerson was asking the questions, but would probably get buzzed out soon. Regardless, her melodic voice drowned out the creaks and groans of the old cabin quite nicely. What Miss America 1945 couldn’t drown out were Lee’s sounds, the grunts and huffs he couldn’t help but let out as he shoved his boxers down and grasped his cock in a spit slick hand. 

He focused on Bess’s dark eyes, the way her lips formed the next question (“You have to skate over it, around it, near it?”) the sweep of her neck and the shape of her bust, enthralling even on a 16-inch screen. Equally as enthralling, though not nearly as pretty as a game show panelist, was the weight of Lee’s gut, packed full and warm, weighing him down into the couch cushions. He could feel the ache of food shifting, his stomach trying its very hardest to digest everything inside of it. If he was honest with himself, that feeling alone could’ve gotten him at least half hard. 

Hell, he’d been half hard when he’d torn the cellophane wrapping off a package of waffle creams, cock swelling in anticipation of the feeling of the cookies settling heavy in his gut on top of the TV dinner he’d already had. A strange sort of self-disgust had settled over Lee about halfway through the cookies, a feeling not unfamiliar nor unwelcome. 

Sure, he was disgusted with himself for such behavior-bingeing on junk, every lonely divorcee and slovenly cop joke come to life. It was pathetic and unseemly. 

But by God, it felt so fucking good. The warm weight of fullness helped in every way-helped him get to sleep and filled the cavernous loneliness inside of him for a little bit. And it made him so, so painfully hard. 

Really, he just needed Bess (or Betsy Palmer or Nancy Walters or Beverly Bentley) to get him past the finish line. 

Lee tightened his grip on his cock, sped up the movement of his hand. Bess’s voice had faded and been replaced with a commercial, but he was so close to the edge that it didn’t matter. In his minds eye, her face blended with his ex-wifes; less a whole, solid picture and more an association of vague images, Bess’s hair and Flos perfume and hands and skin and sweat, the warmth of his stuffed gut and the shame and disgust and arousal all mingling and mixing to form the electric shock that made him tip his head back and groan like a bull bellowing in rut. 

By the time Lee was able to shake the post-orgasm haze from his brain, ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ was over and his cum was drying tacky on his hand. He shifted, stripped his undershirt-also spattered with cum-off and tossed it somewhere out of sight. He’d wash it later, along with the rest of his clothes. The automatic washing machine was the one thing he’d invested in when he’d moved from he and Flos house (former house-Flo had sold it and moved down to Virginia less than three months after their divorce was finalized) to the dusty old cabin. Nobody would want to re-elect a sheriff who went around looking like an unkempt sack of shit with a dirty, wrinkled uniform, or who smelled like his own jizz and sweat all day. 

He felt like a sack of shit, though, in uniform or out of it-lonely, melancholic, getting fat and jerking off to women playing rigged guessing games.

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Arvin Russell (4/5)

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“Why ain’t we just drivin’ near the church?” I inquired curiously, squeezing my skirt as I stared out at the passing forest scenery.

The preacher chuckled from beside me. “I know the town.  And I know where the Lord’s spirit is strongest. Won't take that log at all,” he reassured.

I nodded, biting my lip. I fiddled with the seatbelt slightly, eyes glued to the road. Silence fell over us again as he turned left, descending down a dirt offspring. The gravel and rocks crunched underneath the tires, clanking against the metal. The surround forest was beautiful with how the light cascaded across the viridescent grass; I would have to show Arvin sometime.

I could tell that we had driven a few miles in. My ears popped from heightened elevation, but the priest was finally starting to slow. We came up to a crevice, and he parked the car between two rock walls. The area was covered in shade, and we were completely disconnected from the outside world, unless if we were to back out in the car.

“Ain’t there somewhere with a better view?” I questioned, peering over my shoulder.

The priest chuckled. “The Lord is everywhere, even in the darkness.” I drew my attention back to him, eyeing him curiously. “Now,” he clasped his hands together, "pray with me, child.”

Faithfully, I followed suit. I clasped my hands together and shut my eyes. I sighed as the words of praise and love for the Lord flooded my mind. It was that of a honeymoon phase, just like the love I harbored for my Arvin.

Dear Lord, please cleanse me of those wicked boys who touched me. I was a victim and do not deserve to be wracked with the devil’s touch.

I jolted back into reality as something drifted over my leg. I turned to the priest, bewildered, warily glancing between him and his hand, which was gripping at my thigh. He was staring at me so adamantly and seriously, but I felt uncomfortable.

“Is… is everything alright?”

“My child, the Lord has told me what needs to be done. I have seen visions of his miracle works and I know how to save you.”

I bit my lip, shivers running down my siren as he leaned closer. I pressed my back into the cushioned truck my heart racing within my bosom. I gulped down my anxiety as he stared with prying eyes. I grabbed at his hand when it attempted to progress further up my thigh.

“Do you trust me, my child?”

Sometime within my gut was telling me to say no; but he was a priest and he had never been wrong before. I slowly nodded, a prayer rousing in my chest. I clasped my hands together once more, my mouth going dry. I could feel the priest’s body growing closer, the warmth radiating off me. And yet, my body had never felt colder.

His hand encompassed each side of my waist, gliding up closer. The intimacy was odd; I had only been so close to my lover. I wasn’t able to focus on my prayers because of how close he was. I was scared.

“Pray harder,” the priest huskily instructed.

I felt his breath ghost over my cheek. As though recognizing the wrongness in what he was doing, I began to tremble from the touch. A silent scream bubbled in my throat, and yet, I was paralyzed as he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.

When he pulled away, I finally mustered the courage to open my eyes and push at his close chest, which was almost pressing to mine. His eyes fluttered open in surprise, but I could tell there was something sinister in them. But.. he was a man of God. Truly, he was not deceiving me.

“I… cannot, sir. I have a lover. Bein’ unfaithful in any way is far worse than bein’ wracked with the devil.”

His brows furrowed and he pulled away, but only slightly. His fingers ghosted up to my shoulders. “…My child. It is not unfaithful to be touched by the Lord.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “No. It’s just ain’t right,” I pleaded. “Ain’t there another way to cleanse the devil from me.”

“No. The devil is in you. So the Lord needs to be, too, in order to cleanse your spirit completely” he insisted, gripping my shoulders tightly.

Panic consumed me. I pushed at his chest, but he pressed my further against the cushions. He seemed angry by my defiance. “The devil has possessed you,” he shakily fumed. “And it is my job as a man of the Lord to cleanse your spirit whether you like it or not.”

His hands suddenly grabbed my throat. I attempted to scream, but I was silenced by his two hands squeezing my lungs. He straddled me while I flailed beneath him. I grabbed at his hands, tears springing to his eyes. But he was much, much stronger than me, and was able to force me to lie down against the cushions. 

Even when I was trapped against it, and quickly being drained of my energy, he still squeezed. I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this how I… how I died?

The light was fading from my view. My body felt limp, and I was only vaguely aware of his hands palming at inappropriate places. But I didn’t have the strength to fight. Everything around me had grown dark, so I could do nothing but accept my fate.

~~~

Oh, how I was wracked in shame as I gripped the sides of the toilet and released my stomach into it. Vomit splashed against the side and the small bathroom echoed with my retching. Tears were sliding down my cheeks and I was trying my best to get rid of my pain as quickly as possible.

Ever since that day, life had gone downhill. I was becoming more and more sick, and my worst fears were confirmed when I picked up a small pregnancy test from the local gas station and tested positive. And oh, was I ashamed. I couldn’t bare to go to school or church or even leave my bedroom. I didn’t want to see Arvin.

I was terrified that he would be heartbroken and leave me. Not that I would blame him. I was sure I was possessed by the devil more than ever now, but I felt like it wasn’t my fault.

I finally finished vomiting, using some toilet paper to wipe my mouth before tossing it in. I shakily rose to my feet and hovered over the sink. I washed my face, unable to meet my own gaze in the mirror. I felt like a victim and yet, at the same time, I felt so guilty.

I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway. My mother ducked into her room once more after sending me an accusing glare. Did she know? Was she just itching to label me a whore like that damned priest did?

I gulped dryly before making my way back to my room, hands subconsciously rubbing my stomach. At least there wasn’t a bump yet.

I was about to enter my room, but there was a knock at the front door. Arvin. He’d dropped by every damn day and my mother did me the slightest favor of telling him I wasn’t around. She didn’t care enough to question my absence with every event, but she cared about being left alone by a ‘pesky’ teenager. I felt bad for dodging him especially, worried he’d think I didn’t love him.

Because I did. But he didn’t deserve to put up with me when I was touched by the real devil.

I hovered in the doorway. My mother scoffed and darted past, clearly pestered by the incessant banging. I heard Arvin’s muffled voice calling for someone to answer. 

I gripped my door handle, watching with glassy eyes. I opened it quietly and stepped in, shutting the door almost completely. However, I stared through the crack, watching as my mother peeled open the front door.

“Mr. Russell, now, I’ve told you to stop comin’ by,” my mother sneered, preventing him from enter by blocking the doorway.

“Ms. L/n, I’m not here to see you. I’m just tryin’ ta find Y/n —" he insisted, trying to push in by shoving at her arm.

Tears sprung to my eyes for some reason. It had been the first time I’d seen him in weeks,, and I couldn’t take it. I closed to door as quietly as possible, sending the boy one last glance. I could still hear my mother aggressively shooing him away and Arvin matching that aggression, but it quickly died off.

I went over to my bed, my stomach churning. I laid down and curled into a ball, holding my legs to my chest. A few quiet sniffles escaped, and I often had to wipe my nose. The silence inside the room was deafening. 

As ill as I felt, I couldn’t take it. I’d been trapped inside all day, and although I couldn’t run and jump and play, at least I could go on a walk to clear my mind. And as miserable as I was… I’d heard that being depressed affected the baby, and I couldn’t have that.

But I couldn’t go out the front door. Arvin could still be around, since I hadn’t heard his engine start up. I lifted myself from my bed and went over to my window. I slid it open, and it squeaked with age, causing me to cringe. I took a step stool so that I could exit the window with ease instead of frivolously tossing myself over. My bare feet came into contact with the dirt, and a sense of comfort flooded my system. 

I peeked around the corner of the house to the front. Indeed, Arvin was there, leaning against the side of his car while taking a swig of his cigar. A silent call rose to my throat, but I bit it back, feeling ashamed of myself.

I turned tail and began walking to the back. The moment I was surrounded by trees, some of the anxiety from being pregnant slid down my back like an ice cube. I kept walked, listening keenly to every chirp and rustle of leaves. It was like mother nature was walking with me.

I huffed, cupping my belly. I lifted my shirt just enough so that my bare fingers ghosted over the expanding flesh. My feet eventually slowed, and I approached a mossy patch which covered a smooth, stone surface. A sob surfaced to my throat as I sat down, my emotions overflowing. I felt so, terribly alone. And I knew that it wasn’t, but I believed it was my own fault.

I hid my face in my hands, letting loose completely. My cries echoed  in the wilderness. Even though the forest and sun enveloped me in a warm, glowing hug, I was stumped. I was not stupid. If my mother found out, she would kick me out of the house. If Arvin found out, he would hate me for letting it happen. How could I raise a child alone?

My entire body was trembling with agony. I was spiteful. Not just toward that damned priest, but the Lord himself. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t let such an evil man be a spokesperson. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t have given me a lifetime of suffering. If the Lord existed —

Two arms gripped my shoulders. I shot up, a croaking gasp escaping. I turned, only to be met with a… concerned Arvin. He didn’t seem angry, even though I was avoiding him. But he would be. He would hate me, and now, I knew I would have to tell him.

But, for now, I could pretend that wasn’t going to happen. I continued to cry, and he saddled up beside me, pulling me to his chest. He let out a soothing hush as he rubbed my back. I gripped his white cotton shirt, my tears dampening his clothing completely. My heart melted as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

And so, I cried. I cried for a very long time. But, my feelings began to numb and I was getting exhausted from the emotional turmoil. My hands eventually let go of his shirt, trailing to his waist. Arvin sighed grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away, enough so that he could see my face. He then cupped both of my cheeks, a prominent pout on his handsome expression.

“Why have you been ignorin’ me, darlin’?”

A few more tears escaped and I felt too ashamed to meet his gaze. His grip tightened, but in a possessive, painless way. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest. 

“…If I tell ya, you’ll hate me,” I meekly croaked.

Arvin tilted his head, his brows furrowing. “I could never. I love ya, Y/n. You can do no wrong.”

I bowed my head slightly. “You… you were right. About that damned priest.” I paused, noticing how he immediately tensed. But, I mustered the courage to continue. “He took me into the woods in his car to pray and get the devil out of me. I thought I could trust him, but…” My throat burned from a threatening sob bubbling in my throat. “Well, he started touching up on me. I told him to stop, but he started - well, he - he started choking me. I thought I was goin’ ta die. But I - I felt every minute. I just… And then… I just…” 

I didn’t want to cry more. But I couldn’t continue. I forced myself free of his grasp and stumbled to my feet, furiously wiping at my eyes. I didn’t dare look at his expression further, but I could tell he was angry. He rose to his feet as well. 

“Yer fuckin’ kidding me…!” he suddenly cursed, banging his fist into the tree beside him. “That bastard. How fuckin’ dare he —“

“I’m sorry, Arvin,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I tried, but —“

He tore my hands away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him. Although he was angry, there was a hint of despair behind his gorgeous blue eyes. He held my wrists and pulled me into a hug. He gripped my back, burying his face in the crook of his neck. 

“Stop it,” he hissed. “Ya ain’t done nothin’ wrong. That bastard - I’ll, I’ll kill him —“

“Arvin, ya can’t,” I exclaimed desparately. “He’s a priest —“

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he seethed. “That bastard went forcing himself on my woman. Hell, who knows what other women he done the same thing to. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong, darlin’. I’ll kill him. And - and, we’ll run away. We’ll run away from this hell hole, and - and we’ll buy a nice place in the country and - and raise our kid and we’ll be happy, okay?”

“‘Our…’?” I squeaked, a warmth fluttering across my entire bodice. I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling an onset of tears returning, although it was out of joy.

I couldn’t believe that Arvin still loved me.

“Our baby. That damned priest, he ain’t goin’ ta be alive long enough ta see it.”

“But… could you really… kill him?” I parroted unsurely.

“Damn right I could.” He pulled away, cupping my cheeks once more. His thumbs circled across my skin smoothly. “I’d do anythin’ for ya, darling. Hell, when I - I saw what those nasty boys were tryin’ to do ta ya, I went off after school and beat each and every one of them up into a bloody pulp. My pa taught me that ya always got ta choose the right time, and I dan did. There’s a lot of bad men out there, and I ain’t lettin’ one bad guy hurt ya. It’ll be our baby and our new life and we’ll leave this entire town behind. For good.”

“But, Arvin,” I sighed, "what about Lenora? And your uncle? And your grandma?”

“They’ll be better off without me. They’ll understand that… I was doin’ what I had to do.”

I was like putty in his hands. I was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, I could not hold back any further. I pulled this face toward mine and we both melted into a passionate kiss. My hands ghosted over his neck before gripping at his shirt collar. 

He pulled away, and his dazzling orbs were overcome with a possessive haze. I melted under the intensity, hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt aimlessly. His breath fanned over my face and I fluttered my lids expectantly.

“I want… it to be your baby,” I whispered.

Arvin smiled sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to my nose.

“Then let’s make it our baby.”

~~~

“What are you doing?”

I turned tail, dropping the pile of clothes on the bed. Standing in the doorway of my room was my mother. She was staring me down with accusation and suspicion in her eyes. I exchanged glances between the open suitcase and her imposing figure. I was previously excited, but I became subconscious now. I was in my father’s old dress shirt, but a bump was still noticeable. 

By now, she had certainly connected the dots.

“I’m leaving,” I stated, gulping down my anxiety.

Her face fell. “…What? How? It better not be that boy who you fooled around with. That boy’s filled with the devil —“

“Ma, you’re full of shit,” I seethed, turning away from her. I continued to stuff clothing into the bag, deciding it was best to ignore her.

Her feet clacked behind me and she suddenly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me away from my bed violently. I was about to push her away, but my face was suddenly slung the other way. It stung. But it was not the first time the woman had slapped me. It still hurt, though; after all, I was leaving.

 And yet, she was still giving me more of a reason to do so.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me!” she shrieked. “I am your mother. What did I ever do to deserve such a disrespectful child? I have done everything for you —“

“Oh, yeah? Like what ya did to B/n? Yeah, you’re just a grand mother. You’re so great, in fact, you’re the reason he damn killed himself.”

Her face fell. “…What lies are spewing now, devil child? Your brother would be very disappointed to hear you spittin’ such vile stories.”

I snorted, violently pushing her away. All the anger and hatred that I’d covered up over the years was bubbling over the surface, and for the first time ever. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could kill her. I’d always wanted her dead, ever since I was a kid. But never, never had I wished so desperately to do so.

“I never told you, but over a year ago, an officer can to our door. ‘e told me that B/n was found hangin’ from the ceiling in his cell. I never wanted to tell ya, ‘cause my plan was to leave you alone for the rest of your life feelin’ like shit because you’re a shit mother who deserves to die alone!”

Silence.

For the first time, she had nothing to say. 

And she was frozen in her spot, so I took the chance to turn back to my suitcase. I shoved the last articles of clothing in and zipped it up. I heard a quiet sob emit from behind me, and it felt nice to hear. Never had I thought I would see her begging and crying over her worthless devil daughter and son, but here she was.

I snickered cruelly, lifting the bag up. I didn’t spare her even a glance as I walked past her.

But she finally roused herself and followed after me. I went to the front door, but her hand shot out in front of me, blocking the handle.

“Please, Y/n. Can’t we use talk about this?” she croaked. “Just sit down and let’s talk. Why, we can pray together, and the Lord —“

“We had an entire fuckin’ lifetime to talk. I don’t have time for yer shit anymore, ma. I’m goin’ with a man who treats me right and you ain’t ever goin’ ta see me again. I hope you die alone, ya hear me?” I replied, barely above a whisper.

I pushed at her arm and opened the door. Just then, a horn was honked, and I realized that Arvin had just pulled up, adorning his baseball cap. He had it pulled over his seat and was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stepped out of the house.

An arm shot out to my ankle. I let out a squeak and turned.

Never did I think I would see her on her knees, bowing before me. She was gripping my ankle as though her life depended on it, and her hair cascaded her face, which I could presume was wracked with well-deserved grief. I towered over her. Never had I seen her look so pathetic. 

It was satisfying.

“Please,” she begged. “Let’s just talk. You’re my daughter. I love you —“

I scoffed.

And as one final act of revenge, I brought my heel and stomped on her wrist.

She let out a shriek and writhed. I heard a satisfying crack, and finally released her. As a spiteful act, I released her wrist, but also spit at her. Her sobs grew louder.

But, I turned away.

And I left her there.

And I felt good about it.

I opened the car door and tossed my bag into the back seat while getting comfortable. I kept my face blank, not looking back. Instead, I leaned over the seat and grabbed Arvin’s face, turning it so that I could place a kiss on his perfect lips.

“Ready?” he inquired hoarsely as I pulled away.

He couldn’t meet my gaze. And poking out of his pocket was a gun. He really had killed him. 

But I loved him. And that damned priest deserved it.

“Of course, lover boy.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #the devil all the time #tdatt #datt #devil all the time #arvin russel x you #arvin russell #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel fluff #arvin russel fic #arvin russel x reader #yandere arvin russell x reader #yandere arvin x reader #yandere arvin russell #tom holland #yandere tom holland #robert pattinson #robert patterson

[multifariousqueer]

Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )

P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅

Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).

TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).

Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,

"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."

Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,

"Umm little girl?"

"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.

"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.

You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.

"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.

Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:

"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"

Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:

"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.

You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.

"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.

"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled

"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.

"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.

"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.

"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.

"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.

6 months later:

"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.

"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.

"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.

Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.

"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.

"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.

"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.

"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.

When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.

Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:

"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."

"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.

"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.

"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'

"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.

"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.

You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.

1 year later

You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):

"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.

"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.

You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:

One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:

"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible

"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.

"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.

"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.

"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.

"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.

"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.

You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.

"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.

"I don't mind." He said.

#the devil all the time #tom holland #tom holland x reader #arvin russel fic #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel angst #arvin russel fluff #tom holland fluff #black!reader #poc!reader #tdatt #tdatt fluff

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out Sebastian Stan but with the same build as Lee in tdatt so he just has a fat round gut

If Sebastian had this body-

gif by unearthlydust

This would be me constantly:

And I would never get a damn thing done 🥵🥵

And for your trouble of sending an ask in, have all the Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans chubby kink fanfics I've found on achieve of our own-

"Take Two Pizzas and Call Me in the Morning" from greyskygirl & SevereStorms, & wreckingthefinite

"Halloweird" from greyskygirl & superstringtheory

"Dim Slumming" from greyskygirl

"Room Serviced" from greyskygirl

"This is Totally Normal (It Isn't Weird At All)" from SevereStorms & wreckingthefinite

"Cheat Day" from SevereStorms & wreckingthefinite

Enjoy those fics 🥵🥵

#ask #belly kink #text #weight gain #stuffing #chubby sebastian #chubby seb #sebastian stan #chris evans #evanstan #real person fanfiction #fanfic reccomendation #fanfiction recommendation #lee bodecker #chubby lee

[sinner-as-saint]

Re chubby!bucky ask: I think it started around when The Devil All The Time movie came out. Sebastian Stan was in it and played a chubby police officer. At least that's when I noticed the fics popping up more, idk if there was earlier stuff.

You might be right but it was def there before TDATT

[jechristine]

I really liked many of Tom's Cherry interviews because he was willing to talk seriously about issues and we got a better feel about his ideas and beliefs, particularly in the long interviews he gave like the Deadline one. He barely did any press for TDATT, but I think he didn't delve deeply into the questions about religion and belief that the story presented. It seems he focused on the revenge tale perspective surrounding his character and not the bigger themes

I love to watch Tom do behind-the-scenes stunts, I’d say, like that that one time he ran through the parking lot with his mocap suit😍

His interviews are sometimes interesting certainly as evidence for the fan fic we’re creating here. But nah I know what you mean, anon.

[sweetdreamsbuck]

go ahead, baby

words 4866 Lee Bodecker x f!reader warnings: filth! daddy kink, overstimulation, restraints, praise, slight degradation, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it pls, your life isn’t fiction), oral (f receiving), petnames, fluff

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

a/n: absolutely had too much fun writing this. if you couldn’t tell, Lee is my baby. enjoy, and let me know what you think babes!

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Lee and you have been dating for three years now. You were absolutely smitten by the Sheriff. With his handsome charm, beautiful smile, piercing yet extremely kind blue eyes; he was a picture worth marveling over. Three years seems like a lifetime ago now. 

You were the new girl in town, moving in once you’d decided it was finally time to leave your family home and get a place of your own. As soon as you appeared, everyone in the town was constantly in talks about you. Young and beautiful; a perfectly wrapped present tied with a pretty little bow and dropped in the center of a small town filled with the same boring, familiar faces. Envied and even lusted for, yet you only had eyes for one man; your precious Lee.

People told you that the newness of the relationship would wear off after the first 6 months, but here you were, three years in and in love as ever. Your anniversary was quickly approaching and you wanted to do something real special for him. He constantly showered you in love and adoration, worshipping the very air you breathed. You were his pretty girl and he’d be damned if he didn’t show you how much he loved you every waking second.

Lee loved your baking, always raving over it around the town about how no one made a peach cobbler the way you did. They didn’t have the “Princess touch”, he called it. You’d bake for him when he’d had a bad day on routine patrols, or getting stuck at the station with miles of paperwork, or when you just wanted to watch his face light up. You were a shit cook— one hell of a baker— but couldn’t boil a pot of water if it were to save your life.

Lee wanted nothing more than to be the man that got the privilege of taking care of you, treating you the way you deserved. He had a fantasy of you being at home, cleaning and cooking up something special just for him. He’d thought he had never admitted it— but he’d always wanted to make you his perfect housewife— you could tell from how he looked at you when you did chores around the house. He envisioned you quitting your diner job and staying home so no one would have to share you with him. Only he would get to see you wipe down countertops, or brew a fresh pot of coffee, or wear that pretty dress that made his heart pound so hard in his chest he thought it’d come out of this throat if he looked any longer. He knew it was a selfish and silly dream. Lee loved that you were independent and willing to be a woman apart from him, but God, if he didn’t want you all to himself. 

For your upcoming anniversary, you wanted to surprise him and fulfill part of this fantasy. This last month, you’ve been going to the county soup kitchen and getting some lessons from your friend who volunteers there. Starting to become real confident in your skills too, it made you feel empowered. Lee was going to melt when he found out, but you just had to keep it from him long enough. 

Your sneaking around wasn’t a match for the smarts of your Sheriff because it landed you here, staring straight into the eyes of a man who did not like to be played with.

“Darlin’,” he said firmly in a tone you didn’t often get to hear. When you did, you knew whoever was on the receiving end of it was in a heap of trouble. You never could’ve imagined that today of all days, you would find yourself a victim of the seething low baritone. “I had a long day. Now, I’m not gon’ ask you again. Why do ya keep telling me you’re workin’ an extra shift when I’m wise enough now to know you’re not?” Lee snarls towards you, glaring with squared-off eyes. He was watching with such pointed intensity at the gears of your brain furiously turning trying to find your way out of this. “Uh uh, I know that look. Don’t try and lie your way out of this. Visited the diner twice now this week and ya weren’t there when you said you’d be. Where have you been going?” he spit out, annunciating every word as his thick drawl grew deeper. Stalking towards you with clear intent and sending chills down your spine, you felt yourself cowering in front of the man you loved. 

Before reaching you on the other side of the kitchen, he started undressing, removing any sign of his stressful day, eyes still pointed at yours. You watched frozen as he threw the hat from his head carelessly behind him followed by his thick leather belt with great animosity. You could practically see the steam rolling off of him in red hot waves. He didn’t often get mad at you— hell, he never did. But you’d seen the way he’d nearly thrown a man who so much as smiled your way through a wall and knew you’d never want to be on the receiving end of that gaze. Yet, here you found yourself, extremely turned by it— and he could tell. 

“Lee baby, it’s not whatever you’re thinking. Please just trust me,” you find the strength to say at him. His eyes following the movement of your lips with every syllable they pronounce.

“Yeah? And what is it I’m meant to be thinkin’, hm? You seem to like going ‘round telling me things, so enlighten me, Princess,” the blue of his eyes is long gone now. You know that look. Lust— yet filled with a white hot rage you never get to witness. You can’t believe how wet you are right now. Noticing the internal battle you are having he chuckles darkly, “You know, I work hard. Y/N. All I want is to come home to the girl I love and know she ain’t snoopin’ ‘round god knows where when she’s meant to be at home, waitin’ for me.”

He moves so that you can feel the exhale from his nose and mouth with every angered breath he takes. His eyes lock in to yours, filled with an air of aggravation and need. All you can do is feebly shake your head ‘no’ at him, still not wanting to ruin your surprise.

“My patience is wearin’ real thin, Princess. Gettin’ on my last nerve. But okay, that’s how you want to play this. Okay,” he lets out a heavy sigh and grabs your wrists, tracing up the skin to your biceps and he grips them forcefully. “You wanna keep things from me? I’ll make an honest woman out of you. Never gonna have you lyin’ straight to my face ever again.” Lee thrusts you over his shoulder and storms into the living room, carelessly throwing you onto the couch. His show of strength never fails to make you whimper. He quickly removes the rest of his clothing, leaving him in his boxers and turns towards you.

Lunging, he rips the dress right off of your body, sending buttons flying everywhere. You were wearing a lingerie set he loved so much, and you mentally thanked whatever god was watching over you right now that you had the sense to put it on this morning. Hopefully, seeing the baby pink would calm him a bit. He growls at the sight of it.

“Oh Princess, you think you can go around wearin’ this pretty little set under your damn dress and disrespect me in my own home? I’ll get you cryin’ the truth in no time,” he leaves you on the couch and turns towards the hallway leading to your shared bedroom. You hear him rummaging around the room while mumbling angrily to himself in search of something.

He storms out of the bedroom carrying his personal pair of handcuffs he uses on days he’s on patrol duty. You’ve only ever had them used on you once and you couldn’t help but let out the little moan at the sight of the gleaming silver. He hears your little noise and his smile grows malicious, covering more of his face than you ever thought possible. Moving closer towards your spot on the couch, he nudges you over to place himself where you were just seated. Spreading his legs wide open, you can see the thick outline of his very large cock through the grey of his boxers. He grabs your body like you were a rag doll and forces your back to sit between his legs. Grabbing your wrists, he places them around his neck, enclosing the cuffs tightly around them.

You had never been in a position like this one before; caught against the front of Lee with your head pressed right next to his in the crook of his neck, wearing nothing but a barely-there pink lace bra and matching panty, and arms suspended and tied around his neck. He was very intimately wearing you like a necklace; he could do anything right now and there was no escaping. Bringing his right hand to rest on your breast and dragging his other hand down your arm slowly, tracing the skin with his electric touch, you feel him harden even more so under the swell of your ass. As his left hand makes its way down to the front of you, you shiver in wake of his touch. 

“Let’s see how many you can gimme before you give in and tell the truth. Not gonna stop ‘til you do.” His hand teasingly dances over the soft skin of your thighs, brushing lightly over the place you need him so desperately. Your breathing catches as he starts moving the hand that was around your breast to scratch at the lace covering your hardened nipple. The feeling of his nails scratching you through the lace made your pussy throb. This was going to be an impossible test of your strength.

Pushing your panty to the side, he slowly drags his finger up and down through your wet folds. He moans at the feel of your wetness seeping around his rough and calloused fingertips. Growing impatient, you buck your hips up at him and he quickly stills your hip with his other hand. Tutting his disappointment at you, he brings his lips close to your ear and bites saying, ”You like being a brat, huh? What happened to my good girl everyone is always so wild ‘bout?”

He plunges his finger into you without warning, moving at a pace that already has your eyes rolling. His other hand wraps around to play at your clit and you grow dizzy seeing both of his hands surrounding you, working and trying to coax an orgasm from you. He adds another finger as your breathing turns into high-pitched whimpers and brings his lips to bite at the pulse of your neck. 

You’ve never felt yourself moving towards a release so quickly before, but his rough demeanor and the way you were immobile did something wild to you. Adding in a third finger and putting more pressure on your clit, you were seeing stars. Your hips arch off of his front with little success as the weight of his arms pushes you back down. The muscles in your lower stomach growing tighter as you feel your release approaching. “I’m gonna come, Daddy!”

“That’s one. Make sure to keep count in that dumb brain of yours. Don’t wanna have to start over.” You whimper loudly as you come around his fingers with no signs of his relenting anytime soon. His fingers still vigorously flicking at your clit and in and out of your clenching walls. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such desperation for another orgasm even though you barely finished getting through your first one. 

Lee wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. Stilling his pace, he decided to thrust his fingers in an agonizingly slow rhythm that had you burning. Still feeling the effects of your last high, you were unsure what your body was feeling until he put more pressure onto your clit. You screamed desperately craving more, needing more. “Daddy” you whine out in the voice he couldn’t get enough of. 

“Don’t open that damn mouth of yours unless you feel like talkin’,” he said, rubbing circles into your clit just the way you like, wanting to bring you to the edge again. It would be a lie to say that he was still even angry about your lying. He was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. 

You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes at how sensitive you were feeling. The position he had you in left you vulnerable and unable to do anything but lay there and take it. As his hand sped up its vigorous kneading at your clit, you felt an immense bolt of electricity shoot right through your center. Clenching around his fingers, your second high rapidly approaching and all of the nerves in your body disobeyed you, trying to move away from his unrelenting hand. With your second orgasm taking over, your body begins trying to slide down his front away from his hand as much as your tied arms allowed. 

Hooking his thick legs around your thighs, keeping you from closing and holding you still, he growled like you’ve never heard before. “Don’t fucking try and get away from me. You’re gonna take what I give you like a good girl, isn’t that right Princess? After I’m done with my pussy maybe she’ll knock some sense into you about lyin’. And that’s two,” he finished with a heavy slap at your clit. If you thought you were trapped before, you never could have imagined this.

He adds a fourth finger without prepping you first, not that you needed it, and pumps in and out of you wildly. You never felt a scream rip its way out of your chest more freely than it did then. You could feel the rapid twitching of his cock under you telling you this was making him absolutely feral. 

Your vision went black as your body began to spasm uncontrollably causing you to forget why he was even mad at you or how you found yourself in pleasure like this. Letting go for the third time, you needed to feel him inside you terribly. The vision in your eyes still blurred as you cry out “Daddy, please. Need you so bad. Please, Lee— I just can’t tell you please don’t make me.” 

Lee knew two things. One of them being that you enjoyed calling him Daddy just as much as he enjoyed being called it. You always made sure to say it. And two, you would never call him by Daddy and Lee in the same sentence by mistake. You wouldn’t let yourself slip like that. 

“What did you just call me?” he asks incredulously, eyes turning darker than you’ve ever seen them. 

Pushing your cuffed arms up in the air, he turns you to straddle his lap on the couch. “You gonna keep hidin’ things from me? Not tellin’ the truth? Callin’ me by whatever name you want? Good, you don’t need me. Fuck yourself on me. Go ahead, baby. Show me you don’t need me,” he taunts with pursed lips, placing his arms behind his head. You whine loudly at this, the humiliation of the situation you find yourself in making your pussy clench sporadically around nothing. “Look at you, my little slut. Need to cum again even after you had four of my fingers, hm? Go ahead baby, I’m just gonna sit right here,” you were completely exhausted from the first three orgasms he pulled from you and without his assistance or free use of your hands, you couldn’t get his boxers off to relieve yourself. Evil bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

Desperately, you start grinding yourself on his hard and clothed crotch, unable to take his boxers off and slip him into you. Your arms were so beyond tired you couldn’t even bring them down yourself. Tears were freely flowing on your face and you couldn’t concentrate enough to get yourself off this way. You needed him to do it but knew there was no chance in hell he’d cave if you didn’t give him what he wanted. Watching as your body sloppily tried to grind against him, he brought his hand down to your clit and tapped it, sending shock waves pulsing through you and causing you to mewl. The desire to hear more beautiful noises fall from your plump lips took over and he slapped at your clit again with more force. You screamed at this, unable to distract yourself any longer from the way he was making you feel and what your body so desperately needed.

“Daddy, please! Please I’ll tell you, I— fuck! I’ve been takin’ cooking lessons! Please Lee, shit! Wanted to su-surprise you for our anniversary,” you cry out as you feel his cock twitch underneath you. He looks at you with wide eyes, your confession being the last thing he’d ever expected to hear you say. 

“What? Cooking lessons? Oh, Princess… I. God,” he sat there, underneath you dumbfounded, feeling foolish for his outlandish and harsh behavior. Seeing the ice of his eyes soften a bit, you watch his demeanor switch to that of pure love and desire. “You mean to tell me you’ve been sneakin’ off so you could learn to cook me a meal?” He stares at you, awestruck, while you’re still squirming around on his lap, seeking out your much needed release. You nod your head frantically and whine.

“Please Daddy, I’m s’sorry. I’ll be good, promise. Please, just help me.” Wiping the tears from your face he kisses you on both of your cheeks and shifts you to lay on the couch. Getting up, he removes his soaked boxers, freeing his extremely hard and leaking cock. He hisses at the feel of the cool air hitting it but quickly moves towards your writhing body laying stretched out in front of him. He takes a second to look at you to memorize the pretty picture; arms stuck above your head in his cuffs, adorned in pink lace, looking like a damn angel.

“Shh Princess. Daddy’s got you. Gonna make you feel s’good, gotta make it up to you. My good girl, I’ll never ruin a surprise of yours again.” Pulling your panties down your legs, you feel the cold air hit your center and feel a shiver run through your whole body. Lee notices how sensitive you are and can’t decide if he wants to split you in half or get a taste of his favorite dessert. 

Pumping himself a bit, he moves to hover over you while lining himself up at your entrance. Not being able to resist, he lightly traces your clit with his leaking tip. You let out a high pitched whine and he can’t help but let out, “Shit, I love you Y/N”. Sinking into you, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock sinks all the way in. As he bottoms out, your walls already grip him like a vice. It makes him whimper and you feel his hips falter.

“Princess, gotta be honest with ya. Don’t think I’ll last long. Been drivin’ me crazy,” he whispers before dropping a kiss to your lips and starting to move. You both moan out as he pulls out and quickly bottoms out, hitting that spot that drives you wild. As he sets a fast pace, your walls are already fluttering crazily around him. 

You open your mouth to try and speak but nothing comes out. He chuckles a little at the sight of your gaping mouth and he leans down to kiss you. As he speeds his thrusts, you can’t control your clenching walls and feel him stutter as he tries to push back in. “So fucking tight— shit practically can’t get back in baby. Feels s’good fuck!” He reaches his hand down and finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles. Your eyes go black and you can’t see or hear anything but the pleasure you are feeling. 

“Mmm Princess, feel you milking me, shit. God that’s it, feels so good baby. My good girl, gimme another.” As your walls pathetically clamp like a vice around him, you can’t help the scream that leaves your body. The blood loudly roaring in your ears masks the cries erupting from Lee’s chest as he reaches his own much needed release, screaming out only your name in praises. 

With your hazy vision and the faint buzz of your last high tingling through your nerves, you feel like your body is floating. You could pass out right now from the pleasure Lee put your body through tonight. Lee’s hot tongue quickly pulls you out of your daze as it trails its way down your shaking body. 

“Lee what are y—”

“Shh baby, did so good for me. You didn’t think I’d let you go without gettin’ a taste first, hmm? Besides, I wronged my pretty girl today and I need to make it up to her by cleanin’ up my mess.” He winks at your wide eyes and licks a long strip from your quivering hole to your swollen clit and you let out a string of high pitched whimpers and he moves. He groans into your pussy at the sounds you are making and at the taste of him and you mixed together. “Taste so fucking perfect. Lemme have one more baby, know you can.” Your thighs clamp around Lee’s head, keeping him trapped between your legs as your body starts trembling all over. You don’t think you can come again but your pussy seems to have a mind of her own. “Mmm baby, taste so good. Think she can forgive me?” he asks as if he could hear your thoughts.

You whine as he shakes his head from side to side trying to push himself in between your legs further, causing more tremors to erupt along your body. You were so oversensitive that any touch was immensely heightened. Not needing much more for you to reach your final high, Lee was still going to eat you out like this was the first time he’d ever been given the opportunity. As he sucks at your clit he stuffs three fingers into you, curling and finding your soft spot right away. You scream and feel your hips try and get away from the harsh treatment his mouth and fingers are giving you, but he’s too strong for you to even try. Harshly sucking and licking at you like a starved man, he feels your legs gripping around his head impossibly tighter, knowing if you had your hands free to use they’d be pushing his face in even farther than it was right now. 

At the thought of your hands in his hair scratching at his scalp, he groans loudly into your aching core, the vibrations causing a ripple of pleasure to bubble along the inside of your tight muscles. The tension was almost unbearable, you know it was only a moment longer before it snapped. Liking your reaction, he moans loudly again around your clit as he sucks and stuffs his fingers into you. “Come on Princess, all over my face, feel you clenchin’. Come on, be a good girl and come for me,” he says, letting his teeth graze and nip over your sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge. 

Loud cries of his name leave your lips and a loud thumping fills your ears as pleasure envelops all of your senses. Your body is violently shaking as your release coats his face and he wastes no time in making sure every last drop is lapped up by his tongue. 

After your fifth orgasm of the night, you finally feel Lee’s body relax and his mouth comes to a still on you. Softly moving his hands down your trembling thighs, he reaches under the couch to get the key he threw there to unlock his cuffs. Moving you to slightly sit up on the couch and taking your raw and red wrists, he presses featherlight kisses at the sight of any inflamed skin. Rubbing at the flesh of your wrists, he trails his lips along your still shaking body, pressing lovingly across the skin of your neck and shoulders. As movement starts returning to your body, he kisses his way up your neck and to the flush of your cheeks. Feeling you finally relax into his touch, he knows you’ve come back to your body and to him.

“Baby, really. I’m so sorry I ruined your surprise. I feel like a downright ass. Shouldn’t have pressed like I did. I just got so angry because, well,” letting out a hard sigh. You grab his face as best as you can with the little energy you have and press small kisses to his chin like he always likes. He smiles softly, not letting it quite reach his plump cheeks, “The people in this town talk a lot. About us, ‘bout you, and they’re right. Y’know, that I don’t deserve a pretty little thing like you. I don’t deserve the sweetheart everyone’s dyin’ to get a bite of. I’m the luckiest bastard Y/N, get to come home to you every night. Here I am, lettin’ my brain make up dumb nonsense, ruinin’ your sweet little surprise. You don’t deserve that. Forgive me?”

Speaking hushed whispers across the side of your face so as not to tire you any more than he already had, he nuzzles his nose into the skin of your hairline and drops light kisses every so often. You relish in the loving warmth of his soft touch and turn your face so that your mouth reaches the shell of his reddened ear. 

“If our fights end like this… don’t know, Sheriff. Might have to get your horns twisted a bit more often. Kinda really sexy,” you smirk, biting at his earlobe as you bring your hands to rub at the skin of his lower belly. 

“Don’t you go turning into a full brat on me now. Gonna have to make a habit of showing you how to behave, huh?”

“Fine with me, Daddy.” He throws his head back in a low groan and his eyes search to find yours. The smile on your face causes his stomach to swim with that tingly feeling only your presence can bring him. He loves you so much and it’s evident to feel just from how his eyes gleam for you. “But Lee,” sitting yourself up higher on the back of the couch and running your fingers up his arms.

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t you go letting those no good people fill your head with stupid thoughts. You’re mine, my whole world, baby. I’m the lucky one to come home to the charming Deputy Sheriff every day. It’s so sexy to call y’that. Just get myself so riled up thinkin’ about it,” you confess, your fingers following his veins in a slow trail up his arms to the skin of his shoulders. You bring your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, feeling how perfect they fit there. Softly tracing your fingertips against the skin, you drop your head to his chin and drop a kiss. 

“Think so?” he asks with that boyish glimmer in his eye that you can’t ever seem to get enough of.

“Know so, baby. Since you ruined my anniversary surprise, how ‘bout I cook something up real nice for you now, yeah?” you say, squeezing his side.

“Don’t know if I’d be able to watch you cook, pretty girl. Might blow a load right there in the damn kitchen. My own housewife,” looking at you with such adoration, “God, I’d like that. M’gonna make you my wife one day, Y/N. Gonna be the prettiest bride anyone’s ever seen. My perfect girl.” 

You smile up at him with glassy eyes, thinking of the future you and Lee can share. Reaching out for his hand, you bring it to your lips and leave a few open-mouthed kisses along his fingers and palm. Standing off of the couch on shaky legs, he immediately stands to try and steady you against him. A slight blush brushing across his features in guilt at the wobble he caused in your body. 

“Come on baby, I’ll make your favorite. And I’ll put the pink panties back on if you’d like.” He whimpers and follows you into the kitchen, pinching at your ass as you squeal and try to shoo his hands away. For the first time, dinner wasn’t ruined from your lack of cooking skills but from Lee’s inability to keep his hands to himself. 

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[stuckysdumbbitch]

Daddy’s best girl

summary: staying with Lee when Daddy’s busy is not very fun.

pairings: Daddy!Robert Pronge x Little!reader, mean!Lee Bodecker x Little!reader

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, manipulation, implied nonconsensual voyeurism (pictures), ddlg dynamic, cream pie, smut.

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You were Freezy’s most valuable possession, his little girl. He adored you since the day he saw you stumble into a meeting he had with your father, doe eyed and curious. He made some arrangements and it didn’t take much for your dear father to marry you to his favorite hitman.

Soon later, Robert decided to move to Knockemstiff to work for a man in shady business. You discovered how much you enjoyed being babied and cared for, so Robert became your daddy.

He killed, lied and stole for you. He loved you so much it surprised him he was capable of feeling so strongly.

Therefore it was really confusing when he made you stay the night with Lee; he had some late night errands to do and felt bad about leaving you alone. He packed your pijamas, Mr Fuzzy and your toothbrush and left you with the officer.

Offering you a wide grin, Lee plucked you from your daddy’s arms before he could peck a kiss into your pretty lips. His hands cushioned way to low on your back as he took your backpack and slung the door on Robert’s face.

“We gonna have so much fun sweet thing,” Lee sang in your ear with his thick southern drawl, laying you down on the plushy couch. “What about we give Uncle Lee a fashion show?”

You furrowed you brows in confusion, the idea slightly exciting. Lee plopped on the couch next to you, hands reaching to undo his belt.

“But I don’t have any clothes,” you responded, voice slightly slurred from the medicine Daddy gave you to sleep better.

Lee’s mouth curled into a cheshire cat smirk, hand wrapping tighter around his beer bottle you didn’t realized he had. He spread his legs further, and pointed to the box on the other side of the room you haven’t noticed either.

“Look over there,” he cheered, taking a swig of his beverage. “got you pretty things so you have fun.”

You smiled at this, jumping from your sit to skip to the box. When you opened it, silky dresses in red and pink and your favorite, white, appeared along with lacy underwear Daddy would spank you raw for wearing.

Your jaw dropped seeing how short most of this were, not to mention small. “Not gonna fit,” you mumbled, and Lee felt blood rush to his cock when he heard you.

“C’mon pretty girl, try them on at least,” He cooed, watching intently as you undid your skirt for it to flop to the floor, along your silk blouse. You didn’t wear a bra cause Daddy says babies don’t wear bras, and the only thing you had on were the nappies Daddy put you in after eating you out that afternoon. “Take the pull-ups off baby,”

You faced away from him as you obeyed, undoing the fabric and letting it pool down with your clothes as tears began to fall down your cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you felt Lee’s hungry stare on your naked body. Slipping on the white thong, you heard the rustle of a belt and fought a sob on your throat. You quickly slipped on the light pink dress, with soft frill on the bottom. It fitted, but was tight on your body and clung to your curves.

“Come ‘ere,” The officer commanded and you twirled in your sock clad feet to stare at him. He let out a low whistle, eyes raking through her body obscenely. The meek whimper you let out and the sound of your feet waddling closer to him filled the air.

When you were in arm reach, Lee extended his big hands to palm your hips. You looked at him, teary eyes as you silently begged him to stop touching you.

His dick was long and thick and protruding against his pants, begging for attention. It wasn’t as long as Daddy’s, but thicker.

“Please Mr Bodecker,” you mumbled as he pulled you into his lap forcefully, feeling his cock press against your ass as his hands kept stroking your skin. “Daddy will get mad,”

He snickered at your comment, a hand placed on the supple flesh of your boobs. “No he won’t,” He corrected hastily, pressing the skin harder until you let out a pained gasp. “Your Daddy loved showing you around at the bar; those pictures of your pretty pussy have been passed around the town, he can’t get mad if he keeps teasing about his obedient whore.”

You felt anger bubble at your chest at the blasphemy ringed in your ears. Your eyes narrowed as you twisted around to give Lee a death glare. However; you did remember Daddy taking polaroid pictures once he finished playing with you, but the love you had for him made you blind.

“Daddy wouldn’t do that! he loves me!” you snapped, wiggling to get out of his iron grip. “And i’m not a whore!”

“Oh he does love you,” Lee taunted, holding her flush against his body, excited to see the way she dumbly tried to fight him. “that’s why he loves to go around and tell how good you are, how submissive and compliant his dumb baby is,”

More tears pour out of your eyes as you realize that it may be possible; your Daddy once fucked you in a parking lot in the afternoon in the back of his car.

“You know which one’s my favorite?” He asked her rethorically, but she still shook her head and closed her eyes shut. “The one were you are riding him; your dumb face as you can’t take it anymore, tits on full display and pussy damn full of cock.”

You totally remembered doing that, and the pictures. You swallow a cry in pain, face so close to him you can smell the whiskey of his mouth.

“So we are going to have a little fun or I’m gonna lock your Daddy in jail; either way I’ll get what I want,”

Lee hoisted you into the air, placing you on his broad shoulder while he ignored your cries. Tossing you into the bed on his room, he reached out to push your skirt until it pooled around your waist exposing your waxed pussy (Robert preferred it that way) beneath the white lace. This specific pair had a black cross on the front, giving into the whole innocence look Lee wanted you to play into.

He pulled the dress over your sobbing form, no longer fighting him cause you knew it would be for the better. You didn’t want Daddy to go to jail and you didn’t want Lee to be harsh on you. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine it was one of those times when Daddy came home drunk and was a bit more demanding.

Until a thick thumb began rubbing on your pink nub, slick oozing out of your tiny opening instantly. He smirked at this, middle finger dipping into your tight opening making you hiss.

“God,” he groaned. “Does your Daddy even fuck you? how could you possibly be this tight? well you ain’t gonna be this tight when I finish with you, sweet girl,”

He continued to stretch you until he made you come, the coil snapping too fats for you to even register wetting his fingers.

You observed him nerviously as he undid his pants, dropping them along his shirt and boxers. You tried not to ogle at his naked body, the softness a stark contrast of your Daddy’s toned big body. He’s attractive, making your misery even more painful.

He doesn’t need any stroking, his hard dick pressing against his pudgy stomach as he grasps your hips hard pulling your body to bend how he wants.

Guiding you over his thick cock, tip prodding your slicked hole, Lee can’t stop staring into your tear-leaking eyes. His azure gaze is so intense you keep eye contact as you try to muffle your sobs.

He is in with one steady thrust that sent your back curling against the mattress unconsciously. He hovers over you as you shut your eyes tightly, one hand wrapping around the mound of your left tit and the other diving to where you were connected to flick at your clitoris.

His cock stretches you painfully, touching places you didn’t know you had. As your warm walls clinged to him, your legs pushed against his hips to unplug himself off you.

“God,” he breathed out, hand placed around your tit to grasp your jaw forcing you to look at him. “Such a pretty girl, can’t have enough of ya.”

He begins thrusting once your walls accidentally clench, his movement forceful but slow. He suddenly clashed his lips into your, your panting mouth open for him to slip his tongue in, and drowned you in a heated kiss.

Between his agonizing thrusts, Lee would pepper kisses on your neck and face while he rubbed your tiny nub. You felt your leg muscles tightening before relaxing as you soaked the mattres around two times before Lee gave his final push.

His warmth spilled inside of you, burning your tender insides before he pulled away. He observed with a triumphant smile as his seed leaked from your abused flesh before pushing them back in.

He gave you a final peck on the lips before searching for something to clean you with, resorting with his police uniform shirt and mumbling something about “smelling you at all times.”.

“Cute thing can’t even fight anymore,” he laughed at your falling-into-sleep form when he dressed you in the fluffy pijamas Robert had left for you along with the comfy nappies.

He tucked you gently on his bed after giving you a warm bottle of milk and cuddling next to you.

“Cant tell Daddy ‘bout our playtime pretty girl,” He whispered into your ear, licking the shell and watching you squirm and bite on the nip of the bottle. “Not if you know what’s good for you,”.

You nodded quickly as his arms tightened around you, tears falling as your eyes fluttered into sleep.

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[kelieah]

never (arvin russell x reader)

author's note: this a repost! with a little bit of editing. this fic will officially be considered a quip instead of a drabble.

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“Hi Mrs. Russell,” you say as you casually enter their home and close the door behind you.

A bit surprised at your unexpected arrival, she chuckles and greets you back, “Hi dear, you can call me Emma remember.”

“I know. the force of habit. Is— is he here?” you stop for a moment and glance over towards his room.

“Yea, he’s just out. Long day of work,” Lenora walks over and pulls you into a hug. “You okay? I didn’t see you at school today,” she tucks a hair behind your ear.

You smile at her tiredly, “Yea m’ okay. Thank you.” You kiss her and cheek walk towards Arvin’s room.

“We’re havin’ dinner in a coupla hours, just so y’ know,” Emma reminds you.

You nod and give her a thankful look. You then enter his room, closing the door gently. Your eyes soften at the sight of the boy knocked out in his bed, his arm lying out and his lips slightly apart. You sniffle and walk over to his closet, changing into a pair of his pajamas.

Shortly after, you slip into his blanket and wrap your arms around him as if he were a teddy bear, pressing your face against his chest. You drape your leg across his legs and make yourself comfortable on the tiny bed with him.

Not too startled by your touch, he stirs awake and blinks repeatedly to adjust to the dim light filling his room. He lifts his head up a bit and glances at you, “Doll?”

“Ye?” you whisper, eyes shut tight.

You smile in content when you feel his arm wrap around you and pull you closer. He lifts up the blanket to cover you more, “You alright?”

“Now I am,” you mutter.

“Good,” he presses a warm kiss against the top of your head.

“Tell me bout’ your day please,” you ask and glance up at him.

He looks back down at you with a small smile. “Mmk. Nothing crazy though. Just some usual road work I managed to find. Got back home, had some lunch, worked on my car, then came here and took a nap.”

“Mm,” you nod and close your eyes once again.

“Did you go to school, flower?”

“No,” you sigh. “Had another one of those days.”

“S’ okay.”

“Arv?”

“Yea?”

“Never let me go, please.”

“Never," he sighs softly and presses his lips against your temple as you lull asleep to the slow, steady beat of his heart.

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[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Pt. 10

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, vaginal sex, daddy kink, cursing, angst, slow burn, alcohol, corrupt cop, age gap (reader is in her 20s)

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: Happy Halloween! This is unedited. Let me know what you think! Ahh and yes the smut is finally here loll 

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

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You were regretting the decision to wear a corset as part of your costume. But, you had to admit, you looked fantastic. You managed to find something that you think could work at the very last minute. A long, flowing dress with bell sleeves and a corset bodice and enough petticoats to make you look and feel like a princess. The neckline was just low enough to create some cleavage, thanks to the corset for making it look phenomenal. You did your hair and makeup to match. And you secure your lace and beaded mask around your head with its satiny ribbon. You finish off your costume with a small crown you found at the costume store as well on your trip. 

You were unbelievably nervous, and part of you was thankful that Julie was working tonight. It would’ve been great to have a helping hand getting in the damn thing, but you were worried she might say something to put you more on edge. When you were finally ready, it was just about seven, and Lee would be getting to your place any minute. You were worried you were overdressed, or maybe it was a bad idea to get a costume, maybe something more modern would have been safer. You try your best to stop your thoughts from spiraling. He arrives just in time and the knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath as an attempt to calm down before you open the door. 

He’s so handsome. All you can do is just stare. You don’t mean to, but you can’t help it. You never in your life thought you would see Lee Bodecker like this. His suit jacket makes his shoulders look so broad- oh my god is it velvet? Your eyes linger on the way his buttoned vest sits on his tummy, and if it isn’t the nicest thing to look at- the way his dress shirt peaks out from underneath just slightly. His bowtie is just slightly crooked, but still- it just all looks so fucking good. He clears his throat, and smirks when you snap back to reality. 

“You look nice,” you offer breathlessly, reaching up to straighten his tie. You can feel his eyes lingering on you, and his gaze makes your skin burn. He plays with his mask in his hands, while he waits for you to be done.

“So do you,” he says, unable to look away. “You clean up real nice.”

Lee cringes. Is this what you make him? A stumbling idiot who lost all sense of how to talk to women? You clean up real nice. Is he serious? He feels like a moron, like his own nervousness is going to ruin the evening. You make him speechless everyday, and now dressed like this- he’s surprised honestly that he is still standing. 

“Thanks,” you giggle, and he tries to swallow down his nerves. He leads you down to his car, and opens the door for you. 

The drive to the venue is excruciatingly awkward. Neither one of you knows how to handle yourselves. You both stare ahead at the road in front of you and struggle to come up with something to say. You fiddle with your hands, and Lee anxiously taps on the wheel as he drives. And you both are stealing looks at each other hoping the other won’t notice. 

“Who’s watching Valerie tonight?” you ask, hoping to break up the tension. 

“Oh, um, the neighbor’s girl- Hannah. She’s a nice kid. Well- teen I guess. She’s definitely old enough to watch her no problem-” 

“That’s good,” you smile, trying to ease his anxiousness. You reason he must just be worried about leaving Valerie with a sitter, but in actuality he’s stammering because he can’t look at you without getting flustered. 

He hasn’t felt like this since his days in school. The atmosphere feels like the times he’d borrow his father’s car and take a girl out for a date, and ask her to go steady. It feels the same as how he felt driving up to the lake in his teen years. The anxiousness and the rush of kissing a girl in the car. Necking. That’s the word he couldn’t think of. Necking with a girl by the lake. That’s it. 

He feels so much relief when he pulls into the parking lot. He hopes that going inside will make the uneasiness subside. He’s also not looking forward to going in there. Other than you, there is not a soul in there he has a remote interest in seeing. He hates these events. They are always stuffy, and everyone is always so full of themselves. He can only pretend to remember so many names and shake so many hands before he’s sick of it all. 

When he parks, he gets out quickly to get the door for you again, and helps you out of the car. You swear the gesture of holding his hand, even just for a brief second, sent a wave of goosebumps up your arm. He quickly pulls his mask on, plain black but it makes his blue eyes look striking. 

“You look really handsome, Lee,” you compliment, and you swear you see his cheeks flush pink. 

He offers you his arm and leads you up the stone staircase into the building. There’s so many people, all of them dressed in elaborate masquerade costumes and they all looked so elegant. It was a small town, Knockemstiff, but you don’t recognize any of the people here. Obviously, they are wearing masks, but you feel as though you are in a room full of strangers. 

But the hall is gorgeous and gothic, with it’s chandelier and the building's natural architecture. There’s long stemmed candles and dark fall flowers at every table. A live band is playing a waltz and couples dance to the music as waiters bring around silver trays stocked with champagne and small horderves. You can’t help but just take in the sight. The dim lighting makes the place seem so romantic. You feel as though you have stepped into a Jane Austen novel. 

“If it sucks we can leave,” Lee promises before leading you further into the room. 

“It’s amazing,” you marvel, holding onto his arm as he navigates through the crowds. 

“Do you want to get a drink?” he offers, and you nod. He stops a waiter who passes by, and he grabs two of the champagne flutes from the tray. 

The whole affair is a lot of hand shaking, and reintroducing himself to people he met in years past. Frankly, if had not been with him, Lee would have absolutely despised being there that evening. But, watching your face light up, the way you make socializing seem effortless… he’s just in awe of you. It all just felt so effortless with you. You just lit up the room for him. Lee couldn’t help the way he marveled at you. 

Both of you were the only ones left sitting at your table. The other guests abandoned their place settings and empty wine glasses to congregate on the dance floor. The band was playing softer music, a slow jazz number people could sway to. The both of you felt much more relaxed, maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was time away from work and Valerie, but both of your shoulders relaxed. The two of you were just talking about nothing, joking around. Lee’s arm rested on the back of your chair, and he was staring at you like you were the only thing in the room. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask, holding back a smile. 

“I’m not,” he insists, with a shrug, looking away to the other side of the room.

“Sure,” you scoff, playfully, unconvinced. 

“If I was staring, which I’m not,” he whispered lowly in your ear, “It would be because you look absolutely incredible.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the sound of his voice. You felt your heart beating like if it weren’t for the corset it would just jump right out of your chest and onto the table. 

Lee doesn’t know what gave him his sudden burst of confidence back, not that he was complaining in the least. He’d forgotten just how much he enjoyed this, how much he enjoyed you and your reactions to him. He liked being unpredictable. He liked it when he made you flustered. The banter between the two of you was something he desperately craved. Life right now was great, but he missed the edge he used to have. The high he would chase, he used to find it in drinking, he used to find it in disobedience and bending the law to his will. He’d chase power, but none of that compared to the way you looked at him. 

He feels daring, and he’s seeing tonight as the universe giving him a second chance to not fuck everything up again. Everything feels right, and everything in him is screaming at him to just apologize. Admit he was wrong and to just tell you how badly it hurts to sit here and not touch you. He needs you, he needs to feel you and wrap you up and make you his before you realize just how much better you are than him. 

He brings his hand to rest on your thigh, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. His large hand rubs your thigh slowly, like he’s testing the waters, and he’s giving you ample time to tell him to stop. But you don’t, because you feel exactly the way that he does right now. It’s a dance- a game between the two of you who is going to break through this tension first. This is Lee reaching out and letting you know where he stands. 

All the heat in your body rushes to your core. His hands, his hands are just so large. Your shamelessly staring at the way his hand moves and flexes over the fabric of your dress. Your eyes trace the veins and watch how his fingers wrap around your thigh. They curl around and dig perfectly into your flesh and you think it might break you. 

“I was an idiot,” he admits lowly, his voice suddenly much deeper and it sends a chill up your sign. 

“I already know that,” you joke, and it makes him laugh. It’s deep and still sensual, and it ignites something in you. 

“Oh my god, can’t you let me seduce you properly?” He asks in mock annoyance. You giggle and sit up straight.

“Okay. Okay,” you laugh, “I’ll let you start over. You were talking about how you’re an idiot.” You wave our hand to signal him to continue. 

“Oh? I can continue? Thank you,” he says sarcastically. He moved your hair behind your shoulder, and he leans in closer. The atmosphere changes from lighthearted to so much tension almost instantly. 

“As I was saying- I’m an idiot,” he continues, tentatively twirling a lock of your hair between his fingertips. 

“I can’t keep things professional,” he admits, and for a moment, you still don’t know where he is going with this, so you stay quiet and let him continue. 

“I especially can’t keep up some act every goddamn day like pretending I don’t want to just completely fucking ruin you,” he rasps, his hand wandering back up your thigh. It feels so good, you can’t think straight. 

“Lee-”

“I know what you want to call me,” he teases. 

“Daddy…”

“Good girl,” he mumbles pressing a kiss just under your ear, and you need to rub your thighs together just to relieve the way you’re so pent up. 

“I know, baby,” he chuckles at how you react to his touch, “Daddy is gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.”

His hand moves to your jaw and gently guides you to face him. He hesitates for a moment, just making sure you want him. You nod, urging him to just fucking kiss you already. His blue eyes glance at your lips before finally pulling you in for a hungry kiss. 

It’s as tame as it can be in a room full of his supposed colleagues, but you can feel just how much he’s holding back. 

“We should find somewhere,” you say, pulling away for a moment. “This place has to have a coatroom, right?”

“I could just take you right here,” he whispers, “sit you right on daddy’s lap, no one would be able to tell.” 

He leans in to kiss you again, this time it’s slower, much more methodical. It’s so telling. It’s a promise at how he’s going to pull you apart and unravel you as soon as he can. You both know you can’t. Not here. He paints an absolutely lovely picture though. 

“I don’t like to share though,” he mumbles and you can feel him smirking against your lips. “I want you all to myself, sweetheart.” 

He gets up and takes your hand in his. He guides you through an exit door, that leads down a hallway that probably has the ugliest carpeting you have ever seen. You both are practically running, well you are at least to keep up with his strides. 

As soon as you hear the lock click behind you in the closet he found, you know there’s no going back from this and you couldn’t feel more relieved. 

“You deserve better than a coat closet,” he rasps against your neck as he wastes no time kissing and marking you up. “But I can’t wait another fucking second.” 

“Christ, you’re so fucking perfect,” he continues, his hand finding your waist and tugging you closer to him. 

“I wanted you the second I saw you,” he admits, his large hands moving up the sides of your body, freely feeling your curves and massaging your body as he continues to kiss you and sing praises. 

“I know you remember… back at that bar… prettiest thing in the whole place. Fuck.” 

His hand moves up to cradle your jaw and when he pulls away from the kiss, his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, before gently pushing it into your mouth and you wrap your tongue around it instinctively. 

“Such a good girl,” he praises, backing you up against the wall. 

“Universe gave me how many chances? And I fucked up every single one. Not gonna let that happen again. Yeah? You’re mine,” he says, wrapping your legs around his waist, the skirt of your dress hiking up around your hips. His fingers find their way to the waistband of your panties and he groans when he feels how damp the flimsy fabric is. 

“You’re so wet baby,” he marvels, “and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Lee,” you whine. “Don’t be a tease,” you pout. 

Without needing to be told twice, he fucking rips them off and sticks them in his pocket. Before you can even say anything about him tearing your panties, he pushes two of his thick fingers in and you moan instead. 

He brings his free hand to your mouth and leans in, and he continues to move his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace. “You gotta be a quiet baby, don’t want to get caught, yeah?” he says. “C’mon, cum on daddy’s fingers, sweetheart.”

You wrap your arms tightly around his neck, and bury your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your screams when you feel your walls tighten and soak his fingers. 

While you recover from your first orgasm, you rest your head back onto the wall behind you, and you watch as he brings his fingers up to his lips and fucking sucks them clean. He works quickly to undo his trousers the best he can, and he smirks when he catches you practically salivating at the bulge in his briefs. 

“See what you fucking do to me?” he jokes, pushing the material down. 

You already knew it in the back of your mind, but of course he’s big. You fucking knew it. You watch as he swipes the precum away with his thumb, and then pumps himself in his hand for a moment, and you’re mezmorized. 

“I’m clean,” he promises, looking back up to you for your okay before he continues. 

“Me too,” you affirm. “Please, just fuck me already,” you plead, breathless. 

When he pushes into you the stretch feels so incredible. He waits to make sure you’re good before moving. You’ve never felt so full, and the way his cock stretches you out is nothing like any way you’ve felt before. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he praises, and he sounds entranced. “Fucking perfect,” he mumbles, excentuating every syllable to match his thrusts, each one hitting deeper than the one before. 

“Knew you’d have a perfect little pussy,” he grunts, and leans in to kiss you again, his hands holding you up by your ass as he grips and kneads it as he fucks you. 

“Feels so good,” you praise, resting your forehead against his. “Please…”

You don’t even know what you're asking for, but somehow he knows. He can feel it. He relishes in the way your walls are tightening around him, and he knows you're close.

“C’mon,” he gasps, “cum for me, baby.”

You're on the brink of your orgasm and he leans down and sucks on your neck, and whispers more unfiltered thoughts against the exposed skin, and it’s all taking up your senses. It’s all just circling around him, and this moment. It’s overwhelming when you finally finish, your orgasm more intense than the first. You’re shaking in his arms as you cum on his cock, and you feel hollow when he pulls out of you. You can feel his cum slowly seeping down your inner thigh, and when you look back at Lee, he places you down gently, and kisses you softly. Your legs are wobbly, and it takes you a moment to steady yourself on your own feet. 

“Let’s go home,” he says, after he pulls himself quickly back together so he can take care of you. “Let me take care of you tonight?” he asks, suddenly shy, like he didn’t just absolutely destroy you. “Spend the night?”

“I’d love that,” you admit with a smile. He kisses you again, just one more time, before checking to make sure the coast is clear, and then you both scurry out the back door the best you can to avoid getting caught at the scene.

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we belong together

lee bodecker x female reader

summary: trying to break things off with lee because you didn’t want to be his toy anymore is harder than it seems

warnings: dark!lee bodecker, noncon, dubcon, smut, car shenanigans, stockholm syndrome-ish, obsession, possessiveness, angst, not proofread

word count: 4.3k

a/n: last part is rushed so ending probs suckkyyy 

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“Yes, God! Yes!” Lee moaned in pleasure as his hands held your face down against his crotch, forcing you to gag on his huge cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles as he ruts his hips towards your face, ignoring the gagging noises you’re making as he chases his release.

He throws his head back, ignoring the way you tried to push yourself up from his crotch and forcing your face harder down his cock while he ruts a few more times against your throat before growling in pleasure. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” he continues to hold your face down, forcing you to swallow every single drop of his cum, even chuckling at the gurgling noises coming from you. After a few twitches of his dick in your mouth, he pulls on your hair until you’re face to face with him before attacking your lips with his own, tongue invading the insides of your mouth so he can taste himself in your mouth. 

He moans against your lips before pulling away and admiring the look on your face. A few drops of his cum on the corner of your mouth, eyes red and teary from his cock, and hair a mess from how he held and tugged on it too much. “So goddamn beautiful…” He caresses your face with a smile on his face.

“Thanks,” you let out a sigh before pulling your face away from his hold, turning away from him to face the car window. Lee’s face falls at your actions and before he could ask what’s wrong, you spoke up again. “Can you please take me home? Right now.” Your voice held no emotion although it’s clear that you didn’t want to talk about anything at all so Lee just sighed before starting the car and driving towards your home.

“Alright, sweetie. We’re here.” Lee smiles before moving towards you to press a kiss on your lips which you avoided so his kiss landed on your cheek instead. Lee lets out a grumble before frowning at you. “Is anything wrong? Why are you so pissy?” His face scrunched up in annoyance before it turned into an angry one when you ignored him, trying to open the locked door. 

“You answer me when I ask you a question, girl.” Lee grabs your face with one hand before forcing you to look at him. “Nothing’s wrong, Lee,” you manage to stutter through his harsh hold on your cheeks.

“Bullshit!” He bellows before his hold on you tightened.

“Let go of me, Lee…” You try to pry his hand away but it was no use. He’s a strong man.

“Not until you tell me what your problem is, sweetie,” he finally lightens his hold on your cheeks as his voice starts to get calmer.

“You know you can tell me anything right? I’m here for you,” he moves his hand from your cheeks to the side of your face to caress it with what you can see as faux care.

You huff at him which caused him to frown slightly.

“Are you?” You ask lightly, afraid of awakening the dark side of him again.

“Are you really going to be there for me?” Your question made Lee huff in disbelief as if you’re the one speaking nonsense.

You cut him off before he could even reply. “Because from what I see, you’re only with me when you need to get your dick wet.” You spat, jaw clenching in anger as you tried to stop yourself from bursting into anger or in tears. It hurts to develop feelings for a man who only sees you and wants you for your body.

“Hey, heyy… Where the hell is this coming from?” He tries to pull you into a hug but you pushed on his chest which he frowned at but didn’t push anything seeing you so upset.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He deftly pries under your chin so he can stare at your glossy eyes.

“I’m done being your slut, Lee.” You hiss harshly, ripping his hand off your chin before slamming on the door. “Now open the fucking door!” You continue to bang on the door, waiting for him to finally unlock it.

“ENOUGH!”

You stilled as Lee’s booming voice fills the car. You’ve awakened what you didn’t want to see.

“You’re going to tell me what’s making you act like a bitch right now or so help me.” His eyes dark with anger and nose flaring and fury is enough to make you comply.

“I know you fuck a different whore every single night, Lee.” You deadpan, making him look at you with a confused look mixed with a surprised one.

“And I refuse to be one of your whores.” You let out a sigh, feeling all the tears falling when you can no longer hold them in. “I don’t want to be your fucking whore, Lee!” You cry out before banging on the door once more.

“What? Hey hey hey…” He pulls you away from the door, his hands securing your wrist together as he successfully pulls you closer to him. 

“You are not a whore, okay? You are my girl. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“You’re not mine. You let all those other women fuck you!” You shout at him but he only shushed you with his meaningless words.

“No. No. They don’t mean anything to me, sweetie. You’re the only woman for me. I do love you and I know how much you love me. Why else are you going to make such a fuss right now if not.” He lets out a chuckle before forcing you into a hug which you had no choice but to participate in.

You stayed in that position for a while before you’re finally able to pull away. You wipe the tears off your face before sniffling. “I don’t love you.” You whisper.

“That’s a lie.” Was his answer.

“No.” You stare at him.

“I don’t love you anymore.” You hold eye contact, hoping that he can’t see through your lies, and thankfully, it works because you see his resolve fading.

“Don’t lie to me, Lee. You don’t love me.” 

“Of course I do!” He pleads.

“You don’t!” You cut him off. “You love how I take care of your cock!” He shakes his head at your words in disbelief. 

“We’ve never even been on a fucking date.” You huff, realizing how stupid you are to fall in love with a man who’s been using you for his pleasure.

Lee scoffs before rolling his eyes. “So let’s go on a date then. If you want a date so fucking bad then let’s go on one. I’ll drop all those worthless whores for you as well. Just stay with me. I love you.”

“NO YOU DON’T, LEE! YOU DON’T!” You scream at him while hitting his chest which didn’t really do anything to him.

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to lose your toy. We were never together and apparently never exclusive.” You huff before sighing out loud.

“You can’t leave me. You fucking love me.” He states, staring at nothing before looking back at you when you let out a huff. He suddenly grabs your face, pressing a wet kiss on your mouth and poking his tongue inside as his hands grabbed at your body.

His hand suddenly cups your core making you squeal and moan at the sensation. You feel him smirk through the kiss which made you push him with all your might until he was off of you. “Get off of me!” 

“Your body can’t fuckin’ lie to me, sweetie. You’re still in love with me. You belong to me. We belong to each other!” He bites his bottom lip before palming his hard cock through his pants.

“Those whores mean nothing to me. You’re the only one who can drink my cum you know. Those whores don’t deserve it. Only you.” 

“Wow! Thank you!” You fake a smile before rolling your eyes at him. “You are fucking disgusting.” You reach forward so you can unlock your side of the door before sitting back and looking at him.

“Don’t ever come fucking near me again. I deserve someone who actually appreciates me and loves me.” You reach inside your bag before pulling out a piece of paper and throwing it at his face.

“Sweetie—” Lee tries to reach for you but he was too late. His door slams shut and you’re already running away from him and into your house.

Lee looks down at the piece of paper which is a photo of the both of you. It was just after you finished sucking his cock like the few other times you did. Hair a mess, eyes red and mouth wet. He was beside you, holding you close as the both of you smiled happily at the camera. It was the first time you told him that you love him. The first of many but every time you said those words, Lee never returned them. He wasn’t one with words but he thought he was showing you how much he loves you but he was fucking wrong. Now you’re gone and he’s realizing that just now. He should’ve said those simple words. He would’ve said it if he knew you wanted to hear those words. He’d do anything for you. 

In fact, he’ll do anything to have you back. Whether you like it or not. Besides, you need to be taught a lesson after acting like a fucking brat. 

Lee could already feel his cock swelling at the thought of him putting you in place.

Oh, you’ll pay. And then he’ll show you just how much he fucking loves you.

You thought he was off your back but you’re wrong. You got so comfortable without him and that's a big mistake.

Lee always watched you. He continues to watch you as you go on about your day. He watches you as you continue to be his good girl. Your words about someone loving and appreciating you made him think that there’s someone else but as he continues to follow you around, he didn’t see anyone. 

He would smile when he sees your head scanning the room when someone mentions his name at the restaurant or somewhere else. It made it clear that you still love him. Your lies will never work on him. You belong to him.

You belong to him and only him.

You were doing so well. But then he noticed how you no longer react when his name gets mentioned. Your lack of interest when people say something about the sheriff only infuriated him. And then he sees a guy with you and he realizes why.

It was at the local shop where you usually get your groceries and suddenly, this lanky kid gains the confidence to put a finger on you? On Lee’s girl of all. What, just because he wasn’t by your side for a whole week, that means people can try you out? No. Not in Lee’s watch. Not his girl. And for you to actually entertain the guy… Do you think that that lanky boy can appreciate you how Lee appreciates you? Do you think that that lanky boy can love you like Lee does?

No one can love you as much as Lee does. He failed to show you, yes, but he’s going to show you right now. With or without the lanky boy watching the both of you. You’re making yourself a whore for that lanky kid? You told Lee that you didn’t want to be a whore but here you are, making a whore of yourself for a fucking loser.

Oh, you have done it.

You forget who you are but Lee is more than willing to make you remember just who you fucking belong to.

Lee flounces towards you and the loser before slipping an arm to your waist and pulling you incredibly close to him. You immediately hated yourself for loving the familiar feeling of his body against yours. His warmth feels so familiar and you just want to drown in his body but you have to remind yourself how he’s no good for you.

“What’re you doing here, Lee?” You whisper before trying to pry him away from you but that only made him hold you tighter and closer, grunting in your ear. “Don’t make this worse for yourself, sweetie.” He growls into your ear before pressing a kiss on your forehead, making the cashier who’s been talking to you awkwardly cough before handing you the bag of groceries which Lee took with a smirk. 

“Thanks for helping my girl out. I can take it from here, punk.” Lee scoffs at the cashier before pulling you towards his car.

“Lee, what the fu— ”

“Watch your fucking mouth. You’ve already got yourself in so much trouble, you fucking brat. Don’t fucking try me.” You saw his jaw clench while his nose flared in anger as he started the car before driving off.

You wanted to question him when he went past the turn to your house but the expression on his face left no room for confrontation. It would be like digging a deeper hole if you even try to talk to him right now. So you remained silent. Waiting for whatever Lee has in store for you.

It surprised you when you realized that Lee’s taking you to his house. It’s not like you’ve never seen it. You did... once. And that was when he got too drunk and demanded you to cuddle him until he fell asleep. That was probably the only time he acted that way. He’ll only show affection when he’s not his usual self, apparently. His house was a mess back then and you weren’t really surprised by it. He’s a busy man and he’s probably too busy to take care of his home. And it’s not like he actually cares about it.

“I’ll keep my mouth shut if I were you.” Lee stops the car abruptly before getting out and walking towards your side before opening the door for you and pulling you out by your arm. “You’ve already earned yourself ten from being a brat and another ten from that lanky cashier,” he continues to berate you whilst he pushes you into the surprisingly clean house. The numbers he was talking about remain a mystery and you didn’t get to dwell on it much because the situation of his home made you gawk in awe. When did this place become this tidy?

“Bend over the sofa,” he grabs your arm once more before pulling you towards the leather sofa and pushing on your upper back until you’re bent over the arm of the sofa. 

“L-Lee?” Your voice trembles in fear as you start to realize what the numbers from before meant. “W-what?”

“The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll finish. I just gotta remind you of some things because you’re forgetting who you are, sweetie. You’re forgetting who you belong to.” He quickly pulls your bottoms down along with your underwear and you hear him making a sound. 

“Ah, I fucking missed this pretty ass…” You feel his rough hands groping your ass hard which made you whimper and squirm under his hold but one hard slap made you stiffen up. 

“Stay still and be a good girl now,” he whispers before pressing a kiss on your clothed shoulder. 

*SLAP* 

Another slap makes you whimper again. Lee tries to soothe you with gentle whispers but it didn’t really work because the more he smacks your flesh, the more painful it gets. 

“Pl-Please! Stop it, Lee… It hurts…” You pleaded quietly as fat tears fall down your cheeks.

“You’re doing good, sweetie… Just a few more,” was the only response you got from Lee.

He resumes his punishment while you bury your face down the sofa, screaming into the furniture in pain and wailing as his hands alternately fall down your ass. 

Continuous hard slaps fell on your ass before he finally stops, his rough hands now massaging your warm ass.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed before bending over and covering your body with his. He kisses the side of your face while he cuddles you, whispering compliments in your ear before pulling you up by your waist and quickly dragging your body to his bedroom. 

The bedroom that was a mess from before looks really organized and homey now than the last time you’re here.

“This is probably one of the reasons why I can’t take you out on a date… Was working my damn ass off to make this place livable… For us.” He didn’t give you time to react because he was already on you, pressing a wet kiss on your lips while he pushes you until your back falls onto the soft mattress of his bed.

“I only want what’s best for you,” he pulls away to speak those words before slamming his lips back onto yours. His hands trail to the front of your shirt, palming your breasts through the cloth before harshly ripping them off your body.

“Goddamn beautiful,” he whispers before moving his lips to your neck and sucking harshly, eager to leave his mark on your body. Just one of the many he’ll be leaving on your body.

“L-Lee! Please…” You sobbed, trying to pull his head away from your neck by tugging on his hair but he only moaned in response.

“What, sweetie? You want more? You just have to ask nicely…” He licks a spot on your neck before sucking again.

“No! Please stop! Get off!” You push on his chest and this time, he pulls away before staring down at your face and then your body.

“What are you talking about, sweetie? I have to make it up to you. I have a lot to make up to…” He smirks before spreading your legs wide open and crawling down so his face is in front of your glimmering core.

“You don’t want them pretty wrists broken, do you?” He gives you a dark look, forcing you to nod at him with wide and terrified eyes.

“Then keep your hands to yourself, okay?” He raises an eyebrow before smirking at your nodding head.

“You can pull on my hair. I like it when you do that.” He chuckles before burying his face in between your legs, surprising you at the warm and wet flick of his tongue on your clit. Your legs tried to clench together but his strong hands stopped you from locking his head in. 

“Fucking delicious,” his breath blows on your clit, making your hips stutter. He chuckles against your core, sending vibrations all over your body.

“Should’ve done this a long time ago. You deserve all the pleasure in the world, taking care of me and all…” Your eyes widened when he inserted a finger, and then another before twisting inside of you, looking for that certain spongy spot that’ll drive you insane.

“Ah, there we go!” He says over you scream when he finds that special spot. He watches your pleasured face before going back down on your clit, tongue flicking wildly on your sensitive nub while his fingers continue to hit your special spot.

Your back arches at the unfamiliar sensation and Lee doubles his efforts as you cum on his tongue and fingers.

“Such a fucking good girl! My good girl.” He continues to drink your juice while you try to relax from the high he just pulled from you.

He crawls up your body until his face is just above you.

“I love you, sweetie. I should’ve said it a long time ago but I’m too much of an idiot. But I’m telling you now that I love you and only you. I love you now and I’ll love you forever.” He kisses you, not with lust but with love and you couldn’t help but cry at the overwhelming sensation he’s giving you. First, the spankings. Second, the first orgasm. Then, he tells you he loves you. It’s all too much for you. You never expected it from Lee but here he is now…

“I failed to make you feel loved but now… I’m going to make it up to you…” He places a kiss on your forehead before kissing you on the lips once more.

“I fucking love you.” He stares at you, his forehead on yours before you feel it.

“Sshhh…” He shushes you when you start squirming at the feeling of his tip poking at your entrance.

“L-Lee… Please don—”

“Don’t worry, sweetie… I’m here. I’ll make you feel good… I’ll take care of you…” His ginormous tip starts to enter you slowly and you close your eyes at the painful sensation.

You feel his lips kissing your wet cheeks as he whispers comforting words for you.

“I’m here… I love you… Fuck!” He fully settles inside you, breathing heavily at how your walls are hugging his huge cock.

“You feel so fucking good around me, sweetie. Like you belong to me… and you do! You belong to me!” He pulls out before slamming right back in.

“And seeing you with someone else? Seeing you being a whore for someone else when you told me you didn’t want to be my whore?” He sets a painful pace, harshly pulling out and slamming back in with power, loud slapping noises fill the room as he continues to rut into you.

“But that’s okay… I’m at fault as well. I didn’t treat you right… I was too busy planning a future for us that I forgot to take care of you.” He grabs your hips to pull your body closer when he slams inside you. 

“LEE!” You scream, both in pain and pleasure.

“And for those other women? I didn’t want to hurt you with how I can get so needy but… You’re perfect for me. You belong to me and I belong to you. We belong to each other and we’re perfect for each other… You’re perfect for me and you take me so well!” He cries when your walls clench tighter around him.

“See?! Oh my fucking god!” His eyes close at the feeling of your walls milking him.

“Goddamn, sweetie!” He continues to rut into you, chasing for his orgasm when his eyes suddenly widen in realization.

“I’m going to cum, sweetie! But- but not before you do!” He trails a hand in between your bodies before skillfully rubbing on your clit with his thumb. 

“There you go! I can feel you pulsing around me, sweetie. You close?” He breathes heavily, watching your face as he continues to push himself in and out of you.

“L-lee…” you groan, trying to hide your face but Lee uses his free hand to keep your face in place. 

“So beautiful…” He kisses your lips hungrily before rutting into you faster. Harder. His thumb rubbing your clit with vigor and you couldn’t hold it anymore.

You cum with a cry, arms automatically wrapping around Lee’s neck as your body shakes in pleasure while your cunt clenched around his aching cock.

“Ahh FUCK!” Lee follows you, cumming with a shout as your walls continue to milk him. You can feel him emptying inside of you and you couldn’t help the feeling of being full. 

Lee suddenly presses a hand on your lower stomach, grinning when he feels his cock and his spent through your skin.

His jaw clenches before he scatters off you, you couldn’t watch him with how you’re so exhausted but seconds later, you feel him lying beside you on his side, watching you. 

He takes your hand before slipping something on your finger.

You pull your hand away from him before gasping in shock. It’s a ring…

“Lee?”

 He smiles at you before pressing a kiss on your head.

“I’ve been planning on giving that to you. Proposing... But shit happened…” He laughs before taking the blanket and covering the both of you. 

“I’ve been planning everything, sweetie. The house… Our house. I did everything for you. I’m doing everything for you. I’m sorry for not handling things better. That’s my fault.” He stares at you before smiling.

You give him a small smile, still a bit terrified but a bit… loved and soft as well…

You let him press a kiss on your lips but let out a gasp when he pulls away, his hands on your neck but not clenching to choke you.

“We’ve both made mistakes, sweetie. But we’ve learned, right?” He asks, looking at you expectantly.

“You don’t whore yourself out for other men. You’re not a whore. You told me that, right?” He smiles when you nod against his hold.

He retracts his hand, patting your head, and caressing your face.

“Such a good girl… One of the reasons why I fucking love you.” He kisses you again before sighing. 

“I’ll never get tired of saying I love you from now on…” He lays on his back before pulling your head on his chest, playing with your hair.

“You love me just as much, right?” He asks and you couldn’t even lie to him right now. Even if you keep denying it, you’ll never get over Lee. He is the only man you learned to love.

“Yes, Lee. I love you just as much…” 

His chest rumbles before he presses another kiss on your head.

“That’s because we’re perfect for each other… We belong together.”

And you believe him. You do belong together. What’s a relationship without ups and downs, right? You’ll be spending your days and night with Lee just like before but you have a feeling that a lot of things will be different from now on. 

You stare at the ring on your finger, shining brightly in the dark.

Everything will be different from now on and it’s for the better.

You smile at the thought before staring up at Lee’s peaceful sleeping face.

 “We belong together.”

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an: like i said... rushed ending sdfghjkl

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Hayloft P.5 (Finale!)

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: Murder, Gun Violence, Physical Assault, Cursing, Light Smut (but not really? Like a beginning makeout scene), Super mild nudity (underwear), Grief, Sexism

Word Count: 8.0k

A/N: The finale!!! Thank you all for the support and love on this series! I am sorry my updates were so slow but I guess I'm just a slow writer. I love you all! Thanks for sticking around <3

Read the Previous Chapters! (All chapters out now!)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The sun was shining brightly through the kitchen window while you set the sandwiches in Arvin’s and your father’s lunch boxes. Despite the daily frustration of having to fulfill your “womanly” duties, as your father called them, there was a surprisingly positive energy flowing through you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you had a feeling it was going to be a good day.

You stared out the window, watching the birds land on the old railing of the porch that circled your home and smiled. Their little blue feathers reflected the sunlight and they hopped around, cocking their heads to see you stare at them. You couldn’t help the little chuckle you let out as you watched them. How could you not? They were adorable!

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, soft familiar lips landing on your skin. You jumped but you knew right away by his warm musky scent that it was Arvin. “You’re so cute,” he whispered against your ear.

You twisted in his arms, chest pressing against his as he practically pinned you against the counter with his hips. Your hands landed on his chest and your eyes were wide but the way your lips were turned upwards betrayed your attempt to look scoldingly at him. “Am not,” you batted at his chest, “But you better watch out ‘fore my daddy catches you!”

“You are cute! I been watchin’ you lookin’ at those birds for a while now,” he leaned down and pecked your lips one last time, “‘N don’t worry. Your daddy was in his room with the door shut.”

He dropped his grip on you for the sake of caution and you rolled your eyes at your father. Probably recovering from another late night swimming in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. You closed up the tin lunch box that you had been packing up for Arvin and handed it to him.

Arvin looked at you gratefully, “You ain’t need to make me lunch, y’know?”

A snort escaped you, “Actually I do or my daddy would kill me but I wanted to make you lunch.”

Arvin sighed and reluctantly took the tin box you had extended to him. “I appreciate it and everythin’ else you do. I really do. I just hate seein’ you get stuck playin’ Suzie Homemaker. Last thing I want is for you to waste your life slavin’ away in the damn kitchen.”

You laid a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes, “Hey, I ain’t gettin’ stuck in no damn kitchen. I’m just doin’ what I need to do to keep life as non-miserable as possible while I work up enough money to get the hell outta here. I make my daddy lunch because I have to. I make you lunch because I want to. You work real hard and deserve a real meal. Just wish I could do more for you than a sandwich.”

“Hey, hey, hey. You work real hard. Sure as hell harder than I do. You get stuck makin’ dinner almost every night already, even if you been working your ass off all day. ‘N here you are at six o’clock in the mornin’ on your day off to make us lunch,” he paused, glanced over his shoulder, and then leaned in close, kissing your cheek, “One day, I’m gonna make you a real meal ‘n treat you the way you deserve to be treated. ‘N it ain’t gonna matter if nobody sees cause that’s how you deserve to be loved.”

You found yourself speechless as you so often did with Arvin. For so long, you had felt unnoticed and unappreciated despite working your ass off. Arvin had come in and changed all of that. He made you feel seen and loved and appreciated in a way you had craved for so many years. “I think I love you Arvin Russel.”

It hadn’t been what you had expected to say nor what he had expected to hear but neither of you wanted to unhear or unsay the words. For weeks, you had been wondering what it was like to actually feel love and if that was, in fact, what you felt for Arvin. You had been hesitant to call what you felt for Arvin love because that was just leaving an opportunity for more pain if you lost this little shred of loving light that you had finally been given.

“Me ‘n some o’ the guys are goin’ out for a beer after work if you feel like joinin’, Arvin.” Your dad walked into the kitchen, a mug of coffee in his hand. Arvin took a reluctant step away from you when your dad entered the room and you both looked over at the new addition as he stretched his suspenders up and over his shoulders.

Arvin breathed out a sigh that you knew was of discontent with your father’s persistent alcoholism but to your father could have been passed off as a sound of thought. “Thanks for the offer, sir, but I got some things I gotta take care of back here after work.”

Your father swatted his hand in Arvin’s direction, “I don’t know why I even offer anymore. You ain’t never come along.”

Arvin shrugged, “I’ll buy you a beer some time.” Arvin gave a small nod to emphasize his empty lie that was meant as nothing more than to keep your father complacent.

“Yeah, yeah, feel like that ain’t the first time I heard that,” your father grumbled, turning his back to you for just a moment, a moment that you took the opportunity to roll your eyes at his theatrics. He turned back around, “Well we better get off to work or Fred’ll have your ass, boy.”

Arvin gave you an apologetic look for having to leave you so soon but followed your father out the door reluctantly regardless. You trailed behind, leaning against the door jam and watching him as he left. Arvin peeked over his shoulder and smiled, “Have a good day, darlin’.”

Heat rose in your cheeks at the nickname he had never called you before this moment and you covered your flustered smile with one hand while wiggling your fingers in a small wave with the other. “You too, Arv,” you watched him turn back and make his way to his car, the tires of both his and your father’s vehicles crunching down the dirt driveway.

Much like every other day off that you had, it began with mundane errands. After fixing yourself a cup of your caffeinated poison of choice, a brief trip to the grocery store filled the first hour or so of your day. Upon arriving and putting away the groceries, you spent the next hour scrubbing the household laundry in a tub out back before pinning them on the linen line. The sheets fluttered alongside your dresses, Arvin’s shirts, and your father’s overalls in the breeze. With a heaving shove, you dumped the bucket of now dirty soap water across the patchy grass, the dirt sections turning to a layer of thin mud as the water cascaded across it.

When you were finished with the household chores, you made your way back to your room to change clothes into something less grimy from the day’s work. You looked through your closet, sweeping aside each shirt, skirt, and dress until you landed on one that made your lips turn upward. Reaching up, you ran your hand down the floral lavender fabric of the decades old dress. It had been your mother’s and was one of the last things you had of hers.

You very seldom wore the beautiful old dress because of the fear of accidentally ruining it but something was urging you to dawn the garment. You shed your dirty clothes and slipped into the purple dress, walking over to the standing oval mirror in the corner of your room to tie the matching belt around your waist. Personally, you had always felt that it looked better on your mother but it still looked beautiful on you as well. Although it had long lost the scent of her perfume over the years, it made you feel connected to her.

The hemline fell just above your knee and, although it was cut like it was supposed to flare out after the waist, it fell relatively straight without the petticoat your mother used to wear it with in the 1940’s and 50’s. It had a scoop neckline and sleeves that went to about halfway down your biceps, all form-fitting at the top. Her own mother had made it for her when she was in high school to replace her old Sunday best when she outgrew them. With it on, you could see your resemblance to her enough to almost make it feel like part of her was looking back at you through the mirror.

You smiled, looking at yourself in the mirror, and suddenly found yourself wanting to pay more homage to your mother than you had in a while, now that you finally had the time to do so. Pie. Your mother had loved baking but, more particularly, baking pies. It had been a long time since you had tried your hand at the dessert as well, finding the pastry a strange memory, stuck in the dichotomy between the loving memory of your mother and the reminder that you’d never enjoy another pie with her again in this life.

As you made your way to the kitchen, you stopped in the living room and turned on the radio, needing something to fill the silence but also to create the ambience your mother would create when the two of you baked together. You didn’t know the song that was midway through when the radio was turned on but it sounded upbeat regardless.

You made your way to the kitchen and pulled down the sacks of flour and sugar before making your way to the refrigerator and grabbing the butter and cream. You chewed your lip, “Okay, mama, what kinda pie are feelin’ today?” Your eyes scanned the various fruits in your kitchen and you pondered filling options. Your mom had never really had a favorite. She made whatever the people she cared about loved.

What does Arvin like?

The question came through your mind in your mother’s voice so clearly that you were almost convinced she had asked you herself. You chuckled. It seemed exactly like something she would say.

You thought for a moment. What would Arvin like? You had never really seen him be one for sweets. In fact, you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him eat any sweets, aside from cookies you brought home from work. So then what kind of pie was Arvin? Pecan felt too controversial (some people at work loved it while others thought it was too sweet). You didn’t have the ingredients for strawberry rhubarb or banana cream. Sifting through the pantries and fridge, you pulled out a box of blueberries, a bag of cherries, and a can of pumpkin puree and, between your three options, cherry definitely struck you as more of something that Arvin might like.

You started on the crust, cutting in cold pieces of butter into the flour, salt, and sugar. It was a quick process that led you to making the filling relatively soon after. “It’s been a long time since I made pie,” you began speaking to the empty room, “but it just don’t really feel right without you anymore, mama.”

Though you heard no actual response, you could feel her presence with you, an emotional warmth wrapping its comfortable arms around your heart. “I wish you could meet ‘im,” you spoke again, imagining Arvin, “You’d really like ‘im. He’s smart and kind and a little mysterious and oh so handsome. He’s-he’s done some bad things but they were for good reasons and I can’t fault him none for what he did. I’m sure you probably would disagree if you were here,” you chuckled a little, imagining the look on your mother’s face if you ever told her the truth about Arvin’s past. Like you said, he had done what he’d done for understandable and, in your eyes, justifiable reasons but you were sure a parent wouldn’t feel too comfortable knowing their child was dating someone who had taken multiple lives.

“But it don’t matter,” you continued, “I love him. I really do. I didn’t think I could ever love somebody the way I love that boy but I can definitely say I’m glad to be proved wrong. And now look! We’re makin’ ‘im pie.” You smiled at a memory of your mom. You were probably nine or ten, mixing the filling for an apple pie, when your mom leaned over and nodded to your father proudly (still young and fairly good looking - before the alcohol ruined him inside and out). Pie is the way to any man’s heart. Cook ‘im up somethin’ good and you’ve got yourself a husband for life. Worked on your father and it’ll work for you too one day.

Arvin got home just as the pie was set out to cool. “Somethin’ smells really good ‘n here. What’re you makin’?” He asked, coming into the kitchen to see you looking proudly at your perfect pie.

“Had a little extra time earlier and figured I’d whip up some cherry pie. Want a slice when it cools off a little?” You offered, gesturing to the pastry on the stovetop.

Arvin took a few steps closer to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his lips. “I’d love a slice later. You’re amazin’, you know that?”

You smiled against his lips, “Not nearly as amazin’ as you.”

“Now we both know that ain’t true, darlin’. You surpass me by a mile.”

Your heart fluttered and your cheeks burned. His words were never something you’d believe but you knew that if you tried to fight him on it anymore, you’d just annoy him. Although he would never outright say these exact words to you, it was clear Arvin was less of a mushy romantic and more a ‘shut up and accept the compliment’ kind of man.

You patted his shoulder, “How ‘bout you go get cleaned up and maybe we can have some pie? Watch the sunset?”

Arvin smiled and nodded, “Sounds great. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Within twenty minutes, Arvin met you back at the kitchen table, his hair still hanging in damp waves. He had switched into a striped brown and white t-shirt and a clean pair of jeans. He looked beautiful like this, almost boy-like. You could see the youth behind the overworked haunted man Arvin usually came off as. "What're you starin' at?" Arvin's eyebrows furrowed and he looked at his shirt, trying to see what was wrong with his outfit.

"Ah, nothin'," you smiled, walking up to him and running your hands across his chest and landing them on his shoulders, "You're just really handsome."

"Says the prettiest girl I ever saw," he retorted with a smile.

You giggled, "Damn, well aren't we just the cutest pair in town. Too bad ain't nobody sees."

Arvin brought a hand to your face, smooth and warm but clearly worked. "We don't need nobody to know 'bout us for it to be real. I love you and that's all that matters to me."

You gave him a lopsided smile, “Yeah, I know ain’t nobody needs to see it but sometimes I wish people knew. I wanna show you off.” You tilted his chin towards you with your fingertips and gently pecked his lips with a proud little smile.

“One day we won’t have to hide ‘n then you can show me off to the whole damn world,” a smile quirked at the edge of his lips and you let out a surprised laugh. Though Arvin had opened up with you significantly and had allowed that guarded wall to fall, you couldn’t recall a single time where he had made a comment like that - one that made himself seem like anything special. It warmed your heart that maybe he was finally beginning to see himself even remotely the way you did, even if it came through as a small joke.

You kissed him yet again before twisting in his grasp so you faced the countertop. Arvin’s hands settled on your hips as he stood behind you, his chest brushing your back as you leaned forward to pull the cooling pie off the counter and then reached for a knife to slice it with. “Can you grab some plates please?” You asked, pointing towards the cabinet across the kitchen with the tip of the knife, an absentminded action that you realized was probably not the safest.

“Of course,” Arvin left your side to retrieve the plates while you sliced through the pie. You attempted to set the cut slices gracefully on the plates but they crumbled apart slightly, the crimson filling oozing out the sides.

Your face twisted, “Okay so they’re falling apart a little but I promise it’ll still be good!”

Arvin came close to you again, almost chest to chest, and looked down at the pie pan, now missing about a quarter of its contents. He swiped his finger across the sweet red liquid that was collecting in a pool where your two slices had previously been and brought it to his lips. You almost lost your breath when Arvin locked his deep brown eyes onto yours and sucked the delectable liquid from his finger.

“It’s delicious. And besides, it don’t need to be all in one piece. It won’t last long anyways.” Arvin smiled innocently at you, unaware of the way he had made your heart skip a beat by just looking at you and licking his fingers. Gosh, the way he made you feel sometimes! The filthy things he made you think! And he was unaware of it all!

After draping a thin towel over the pie, you grabbed the two plates with your slices and took a few steps, beckoning Arvin with your eyes to follow. “I think sunset’s boutta start,” you announced, drawing him outside towards the barn. “Wait!” You paused and turned back, “Can you please grab those blankets on the couch?” Arvin did as you asked without a second thought and followed you out to the barn, arms full of blankets.

“I don’t think I ain’t ever been here before,” Arvin commented, letting you set a plate on the pile of blankets in his arms while so you could push the door open.

“I don’t come up here much no more… used to all the time after my momma passed. I would hide up here ‘n cry or talk to her while the sun went down. Sometime’s I’d read. We never had no animals in here. Tried having a goat once when I was little. His name was Walnut ‘n he was a real asshole. Used to chase me around ‘n ram into me with his horns. But I don’t know… as I got older I just had to work all the time ‘n after a while I just sorta stopped coming.” You explained, spinning around the small barn as you looked around and recalled the memories. It just was just as dusty as ever. A few stray pieces of straw from Walnut all those years ago still somehow hung around the corners. It was large and empty inside, all brown from the wooden walls to the dirt floor.

You took the plate back from Arvin and led him over to the ladder in the corner that trailed up to the second story hayloft. Well, it was more of a hay-less-loft here but it was probably better that way. It was just full of a few old boxes and feed bags. There was enough to build a mildly comfortable makeshift couch-bed-prop-thingy facing the large barn windows. The two of you attempted to build the most comfortable resting spot and nestled together atop one of the blankets while draping the other one over you and Arvin.

“This is a nice view up here,” Arvin commented, finally taking a bite of his pie. It was true. From here, the both of you could see out the large opened barn window across the large field of property. The horizon burned a bright fiery orange and red before fading into an ocean of blues that now took over the sky, getting darker and darker the higher you looked up. Pink clouds stretched across the sky in long wisps, fading together the two worlds of bright light and the impending inky darkness.

The pie was soon forgotten and you snuggled into Arvin’s side. His arm was behind your head, his shoulder serving as a pillow for you - one that, despite being made of nothing but muscle, was extremely comfortable. His body warmed yours beneath the blanket and his scent enveloped you. The scent of the auto shop had practically stuck to him after all the time he spent there, the lingering scent of oil still on his body despite the shower he took. Perhaps it had been stained into his clothes beyond anything washing could resolve but you didn’t mind. It blended beautifully with the faintly wooden scent that his cologne was misted with.

You snuggled a little deeper into his body, “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” Arvin kissed the top of your head and you sighed, eyes sliding closed contently for a moment. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, though, you opened your eyes again to see Arvin staring at you like you held all the stars in the sky in your face. “I mean it,” he added, his voice low and sincere, “Beautiful, strong, perfect. I ain’t never met a girl like you before and I don’t ever want to have to again.”

You pressed yourself up and turned so you faced him, gazes locked the entire time, “You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere.” You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his in a kiss that despite the gentleness and delicacy of it there was a fire behind your touch.

The kiss broke naturally but Arvin was respectfully quick to reenact it, his hand coming to cradle the side of your face and pull you back to him. This kiss was deeper, more passionate than any other kiss the two of you had yet to share but you wanted more. More of Arvin’s touch. More of Arvin’s taste. More of Arvin.

There was not so much a fight for dominance as there was an innocent slip into a natural rhythm with each other. For both you and Arvin, all previous kissing encounters with the very few other partners the two of you had had been awkward and clumsy at best but this was different. It was like the two of you had been physically made for each other. The way your soft skin felt against Arvin’s palm was heavenly. Your scent swirled around him and he was mesmerized by you like a sailor caught in a siren’s trance. His body pressed against yours like they were predestined to fit together. You were two pieces of a puzzle, each a little rough around the edges and more than your fair share of missing pieces, that were meant to go together. To complete each other.

You had moved to straddle Arvin’s lap, the skirt of your dress bunched up around your hips and your knees pressed into the soft but well worn blanket beneath you. Arvin had one hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and the other on your cheek, keeping a gentleness in the moment.

Your hands ran across his shoulders and down his chest until they found the hem of his shirt. You debated with yourself for a moment. Though you had never been fully intimate with someone before, you knew you wanted it to be with Arvin and you felt like you were ready. But was he? You were fine wherever the night headed just as long as it ended with him. Finally, you decided that it didn’t hurt to ask. “M-may I?” You picked at the bottom of his shirt and looked down at it before looking back up at him with questioning eyes.

Without a word, he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. All manners left you as you found yourself gawking at the rippling skin that was revealed. Completely unexpected but absolutely welcomed, a surprising display of mountains and valleys of muscle defined his torso, turning into taught biceps that you'd already had a glimpse of. Arvin had clearly seen some hard work in his day and it showed.

"Somethin' wrong, darlin'?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. His hands fumbled with his shirt insecurely as he found your eyes and followed their path towards his body.

You shook your head, "No! Nothin's wrong at all! You're just… you're beautiful," you paused before looking away and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry, that was probably a little weird."

Arvin reached for your hands and grasped them gently, "Not weird at all." He leaned forward to kiss you again, moving your hands to the fronts of his shoulders. His palms slid gently down your sides before undoing the tied belt around your waist.

After clumsily fiddling around with the buttons of your dress, he brushed the fabric from your shoulders. With his lips attached to yours, he held your neck and back as he pressed you backwards slowly to lie down. The two of you found each other's lips yet again atop that old blanket, finding yourselves lost in the darkness of the hayloft as the sun's last rays disappeared below the horizon.

**

The sun had just fully set when your father came staggering up the porch steps, which really was quite early for some of his other drunken stumbles home. It were those two a.m. phone calls from the sheriff to pick him up that both enraged and embarrassed you to receive. Him having to feel his way home was the least of anyone's problems and, thankfully, in this small town after dark the only person he'd hurt on the road was himself.

His face connected with the wooden door at the same time as his hands before they fumbled their way to find the doorknob. Your father's feet got in his own way as he tried to take the first step inside. Hard liquor always got him like this. He grumbled out your name before choking on a hiccup. When he got no response, he called it out again, this time louder. "Fuckin' no good- where the hell are ya?!" His voice was sloppy but loud and his breath was flammable.

He ran into every wall on his trek through the house but he didn’t care. After the information he’d been given at the bar today, he was furious and he was going to make sure you and Arvin knew damn well why and you were both gonna get your asses whooped if it was the last thing he did. Your father was out for blood.

That was when he noticed the faintest whisper of a voice through the open window. Again, he called your name, followed by Arvin's. He stepped out the backdoor when he saw that the barn window was open wide. He didn't need to look further. The rage had already taken over him as he turned on his heel and back into the house.

**

"Did you hear that?" You asked, nerves prickling up at the faint sound of what could have been a voice. Arvin stopped kissing your neck and sat up, peeking over the window and seeing nothing.

He shook his head, "I ain't heard nothin'-" Arvin was cut off by the distinct sound of your father's intoxicated shouts of your names from outside. You leaned up just enough to peek out the open barn window when you saw your father looking in your direction but stomping off into the house.

"Shit!" You hissed, scrambling to your feet.

Arvin was quick to follow, "Did he see us?"

"I think he knows we're up here-"

Bang! A loud gunshot crackled through the air and the wood of the ceiling splintered. You yelped in shock and ducked but Arvin's weight brought you all the way to the floor of the hayloft, pressing you flat against the wood.

"Arvin Russell, you piece of shit! I let you live with me, let you eat my food, and you repay me by foolin' round with my daughter!" Another gunshot splintered against the outer wall of the barn, a sloppy missed shot.

Arvin crept towards the window, peering over before falling back quickly as another bullet zipped past his face. You flinched as it found a home in the hay bale beside you. "Stop it!" You screamed at your father.

"Oh no," he began, "you ain't no better than that boy! Ran into your boss Harold at the bar ‘n you’ll never guess what he told me!" Your blood ran cold as you realized exactly what he was talking about. Harold must have seen the kiss. How could you have been so reckless?! “I should have fuckin’ known you two was gonna fool ‘round behind my back.”

The barn door was thrown open with a crash and Arvin pulled you close to him by the hand. He reached out the window pulled in a rope that had been used to pull up hay bales long ago. "Use this to climb down and run. Don't stop," he placed his hand over yours to make you grip the old rope. It was old but felt sturdy enough to hold your weight.

You shook your head, "You're coming with!"

"I gotta make sure you get out safe. Go!" Before you could argue, your father fired another shot, one that found a home in the wall again. Thank God he was a bad shot when he drank but that wasn't luck you needed to test.

As much as you hated leaving Arvin, you knew he wouldn't leave until you had climbed down safely first. Your dad fumbled with the shotgun as he tried to climb the ladder to the hayloft. This was as much of a free chance as you were going to get.

"I love you," you promised Arvin, kissing him one last time before clinging to the rope for dear life.

As if being chased by your father with a shotgun in your underwear wasn't awkward enough, climbing down a decade old rope in your underwear wasn't much better. The old material cut and sliced at your hands and thighs as you clung to it for dear life while trying to lower yourself down as quickly as possible. By the time your feet hit the ground, you were already running into the house, praying Arvin didn't think you'd abandoned him. Getting to your father's rifle was the only glimmer of hope you saw in getting Arvin out alive.

Thankfully, your father kept the guns by the door (an odd habit that had never occurred to you as odd because you'd never known any different). It was a quick grab and you ran out to the barn barefoot before bursting through the barn doors. Your father was just finally reaching the top of the hayloft and Arvin was there, standing in his underwear as well, with a gun pointed at him.

You quickly fired a warning shot to the right of your father, "I said STOP! For the love of God, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Tears burned down your face, tears of fear and anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He countered, "Fuckin’ this boy in the damn hayloft like the town harlot.”

“So you’re gonna shoot us?!” You were in utter disbelief. Sure, he was drunk and to say your father had done some stupid things in the past while intoxicated was an understatement but you had never imagined he would ever actually point a gun at you.

He pointed up at Arvin, “I’m gonna shoot this boy here and I’ll figure out what the hell to do with you afterwards.” Your dad butted the shotgun up to his shoulder, ready to aim it at Arvin but you were quicker. You jerked the barrel up towards him, steadying your aim.

“No you ain’t.” You cocked the rifle in your hands, your fingers trembling over the trigger.

Your dad stared down the barrel of the gun and then back at you with a cocky chuckle, “What’re you gonna do? Shoot me?”

You tried to force as much strength into your voice as you could but there was an unhidable tremble in your words. There was denying that you were terrified. “I don’t want to but I will if I have to.”

Arvin called out your name in a desperate plea, “Put the gun down, please.” It took you a moment to realize he was referring to you and not your father. You allowed your eyes to leave your father to see Arvin standing there, still with your father’s shotgun pointed at him but looking at you with wide eyes, “Trust me, you don’t want blood on your hands. ‘Specially not your daddy’s.”

Your dad rolled his eyes, liquid courage (cockiness) brazing through his veins at the most inappropriate time, “Oh please! Look at this damn fool! Got a gun pointed to his head ‘n he’s beggin’ you to put your gun down. Maybe if I shot him you could find yourself a real man.” He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.

Everything happened so fast.

As soon as your dad pulled back the forearm of the gun, you shut your eyes tight and pulled the trigger on your rifle. Another loud bang of a shotgun went off simultaneously. Both your father and Arvin let out pained groans and you heard multiple collisions with the ground.

When you opened your eyes and saw your father lying on the ground you took a panicked shaky breath in as anxiety set in. You had killed him. In all your years with him, he had done nothing but make your life hell. You wanted to move out as soon and as far away as possible and never come back - but you never wanted him dead. Even seeing him with a gun pointed at Arvin, you didn’t want to kill him but, as you had just shown, you were prepared to if that’s what it took to keep him from hurting other people.

“Arvin!” You yelled out, realizing that he hadn’t fallen from the hayloft like your father. You scrambled quickly up the ladder, splinters embedding themselves into your bare knees as you did so but you didn’t care. The adrenaline kept you from feeling any pain.

Arvin’s voice responded nearly as panicked as yours as he called out your name, “Are you okay?!” When you were about halfway up the wooden ladder, Arvin crawled over to the edge of the hayloft and peeked over.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief and tears fell down your face, “Thank God! You’re okay!” He motioned for you to go back to the main ground and he quickly met you, his arms wrapping around you.

“I’m fine! Are you? Did he shoot you?!” Your hands patted all over his mostly nude body to thankfully find no trace of injury aside from a few scratches on his legs.

“No, no - I’m fine! Are you?”

He held your arm with one hand, placing you securely in front of him while his eyes scanned your body for any sign of injury. Aside from the scrapes on your hands, thighs, and calves from the rough fraying rope, you appeared uninjured to Arvin’s relief. That was when you noticed that he had your father’s shotgun in his hand. Your brows furrowed in confusion and you gestured to it, “Wh-what happened?”

Just as he began to explain, he peeked over your shoulder at your father’s body behind you and your eyes followed. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, limbs sprawled out. He was bleeding from a gash on his forehead but even you could recognize immediately that it was not a gunshot wound. In fact, he seemed to be entirely void of a gunshot wound at all, which, while it confused you, lifted a massive weight off your chest. You missed. You didn’t kill your father. But regardless of the fact that you didn’t kill him, you and Arvin were both safe, alive, and relatively unharmed.

“When he cocked the gun, I grabbed the barrel just as he shot and hit him with the butt o’ the gun. He fell when I hit ‘im.” Arvin explained it all to you and you looked up at the top of the ladder that he fell from, estimating the fifteen foot fall your father had just taken. You knelt beside his body, scared that if you hadn’t killed him, maybe Arvin just had. Cautiously, you placed two fingers on his neck and concentrated on the faint but existing bum-bump against the pads of your fingers.

“He’s alive,” your voice was relieved but suddenly fear settled over you, “Oh shit! Oh shit! What the fuck are we gonna do? He’s alive! He’s gonna tell everyone what happened and - oh shit!” A full panic attack set in and the beginning stages of hyperventilation began as you backed away running your hands through your hair.

Arvin followed you, “Hey, hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine!” Arvin had never been one for comforting words. He was a man of action not heart-to-hearts but he could see you freaking out as your entire world crumbled apart and he knew that he at least needed to try to comfort you. After all, he knew exactly what you were feeling because this wasn’t the first or even second time he had felt the exact same way. Part of him cursed himself for ever getting involved with you. Arvin should have known that the black cloud of tragedy and chaos that followed him would hurt you but it was too late for regret now. Now he needed to salvage whatever he could to keep you safe.

“What did you do? When you killed that preacher and that couple? You ran, right? Ain’t nobody ever found you?” You spoke your thoughts blindly, so lost trying to piece together a solution in the mess that was your frazzled brain that you missed the way your blunt words made Arvin’s face fall. Hearing you ask him for advice on how to avoid getting caught for murdering and/ or assaulting somebody was definitely not what he wanted to be remembered as.

Nevertheless, he saw the obvious application to the current situation and reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, I ran,” he answered simply.

“Then we need to run. Run and never come back. Gotta get as far away from here as possible, like Washington or Oregon or California or somethin’.” Without hesitation, you began climbing up the ladder.

“What’re you doin’?” Arvin asked, climbing up the bottom few rungs after you and watching as you crawled out of sight.

Your voice still echoed over the ledge, “Gettin’ our clothes. We ain’t drivin’ off in our damn underwear.” You scooted over to the ledge and tossed Arvin down his clothes. The pair of you dressed quickly.

Arvin glanced back at your unconscious father on the ground and he felt a pang of guilt for uprooting your entire life by a few bad decisions. If he had never accepted your father’s offer to live with you, you never would have met and this never would have happened. If he hadn’t had let himself fall in love with you, or at least act on it, this never would have happened. If he would have never been dumb enough to kiss you in public or attempt to make love to you in this damn barn, this never would have happened. If he hadn’t shoved your father off the ledge, this never would have happened.

But if he hadn’t moved in, he never would have met you and that in itself would have been a tragedy. If he hadn’t let himself act on his love for you, you never would have been shown how you deserve to be loved. If he hadn’t let himself finally touch you, you would both be missing out on that loving human touch you both so desperately needed. If he hadn’t shoved your father off the ledge, Arvin would probably be dead and you would have to live with the knowledge that you killed your father. He would gladly take whatever punishment was needed if it meant keeping you from having to carry that burden on your heart.

“Pack a bag real quick. Take only what you need. Clothes and whatever money you got saved up. We’ll take my car and we’ll go.” Arvin directed as you buttoned the final buttons on your mother’s dress. You nodded and began to walk out of the barn before looking back over at your father.

“Do we just leave him?” You paused uncertainly. This felt wrong. He wasn’t dead. He was definitely in need of medical assistance. But if you called the cops or a doctor, it would be clear as day who did it and the cops would be on your tail within the hour. You’d never get away. But wouldn’t it be obvious who did it anyways? Your father would just tell everyone when he woke up anyways.

A horrific idea came into your mind so dark that you were ashamed for even thinking of it. You could actually kill him, finish the job and hide his body somewhere nobody would ever find it. Then, if you told the cops he had just disappeared, he'd be some missing drunk and you could still inherit the house and everything else. It would be a free home, a free extra car, free everything. You and Arvin wouldn’t have to uproot your lives.

A lump of bile came up in your throat at your own dark thoughts and you swallowed it down, shaking the awful idea from your mind. No matter how desperate you were, you would never go that far. Maybe you could just leave him here and let nature take its course. Whatever happened would happen. Even that made you uneasy.

The same thoughts raced through Arvin’s head as he tried to think of how to get away with this. “If you really want to, we can-”

“Leave him,” you decided suddenly, “We have to, Arv.” As much as you hated yourself for the decision you were making, well aware that it could mean a number of things for your father’s future, it was the only way you could think of to get you and Arvin out of this.

Arvin looked over at you cautiously, “You sure?”

You swallowed hard and nodded, “They know we’re guilty no matter what we do. If we just leave, maybe it’ll buy us a day or two to get as far as we can. Maybe it’ll be just enough to stay ahead of the cops.” You could see in Arvin’s eyes that he was concerned for you but you insisted, sure of your decision, “He made his choice when he started shootin’ at us. I’m makin’ mine.”

Thirty minutes later, you had a bag full of clothes, toiletries, money, and your most precious sentimental items from your mother thrown in the backseat of Arvin’s car beside his own bag. A separate bag of non-perishable food had been loaded in as well. Arvin shut the back door to his car and noticed your longing glances back at your house. “You alright?” He asked, bringing a comforting arm around your shoulders.

Your face fell, “I dreamt ‘bout runnin’ away from here for years. I just never thought it would end like this, y’know?” You scoffed at yourself, “Who ‘m I kidding? You’d know better than anyone.”

Arvin chewed his lip and nodded, knowing all too well how you were feeling. “It’s weird leaving your home behind, ain’t it?” It was a weak offer of sympathy but it was the best he had to give.

You nodded solemnly. That old house with the chipping paint had so many bad memories in it but it had so many good ones as well. That had been your home for your entire life and your father’s home and his parents’ before him. “It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

Arvin’s arm around you tightened and you turned into his body. “I know,” he sighed, “But we’re gonna build a really good life together. We’ll drive far off ‘n disappear to somewhere ain’t nobody knows us. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

You shook your head, “I don’t need you to take care of me, Arv. I just wanna be happy with you.”

Arvin turned you so your back was pressed against the passenger door, “We will be. But we gotta get outta here if we wanna stay ahead of the cops. You ready to go?”

With one final look at your home, you nodded wordlessly. Arvin reached behind you and opened the door. You slid out of the way so he could swing the door open for you but before you could take your seat in the car, Arvin pressed his lips to the top of your head, “I love you darlin’. I promise, everythin’ will be okay.”

A small smile appeared on your face at his gentleness, “I love you too, Arv. I know we will.”

Just like that, the two of you pulled out down the dark moonlit road, leaving behind the house and man that had caused you so much pain. You prayed your father really would be okay but you also prayed nobody would ever find out what happened on this night. Your future was so uncertain now but glancing to your left and seeing Arvin in the driver’s seat gave you some comfort.

There was no map in the car. The only directions you and Arvin had were as far from here as possible. You sat in silence, his hand in yours, as Arvin pulled the car to merge onto the I-70 West with no destination in mind. The moon was bright in stark contrast to the inkiness of the sky and the darkness of the night’s events. Your eyes found rest on that large glowing being in the sky and something in you relaxed a little.

Like a beacon of hope, it allowed your mind to wander to the possibilities of what life could be like now that you weren’t trapped. You knew you sure as hell didn’t want to be stuck working in diners your whole life but you weren’t going to be the wife that let Arvin support you. You paused, realizing what you had thought. Wife. There was no guarantee that you and Arvin would be married but you were positive you would not reject the proposition if he so offered.

You let the corners of your mouth lift with contentment as you imagined a future with Arvin. A little house with a big yard stretching out front. Maybe a kid or two playing fetch with a dog or swinging on a tire swing, even. Arvin with his arm around your waist and a simple but beautiful wedding band around your ring finger. It was all so domestic, a thought you almost found laughable considering your current situation. It felt like a fantasy of living in I Love Lucy or Leave It To Beaver when your real life felt much more on par with a nightmarish episode of the Twilight Zone.

But it gave you hope that your life might one day settle down to where you wouldn’t have to be watching your back. And with Arvin’s hand in yours, you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait for an I Love Lucy kind of life to be happy with him. Happiness was being with Arvin and as long as the two of you were together, everything was going to be okay.

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Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Requested?: Yes! Thank you @Iwant2combust <3 hope it did your request justice.

• Warnings: Religious themes, Being followed? If you have watched the film, preachers a bit of a nonce :)) but nothing full on. Slow paced in the beginning. No spoilers. 

• Summary: You were no longer the new comers in town, though you find the new Preacher making you feel uneasy. That is until you notice him following you, so you make a quick plan to get some help from a Russell boy. 

• Word count: 1.7k

A/n: lads, Arvin is just phew 🥵 anyways, writings a bit rusty but enjoy! <3

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Though only moving into town a week ago, you were no longer the newcomers; a new preacher had come into the small town of Coal Creek. This had sent your mother into a frenzy, stressing out about the dishes needed to be cooked for this reverend for the upcoming sermon. You weren’t into the whole praising God and thanking the lord, kind of thing; you had seen what it had done to your mother. Your father leaving early into your life, your mother praying constantly and heavily but it did her no good. Years of continuous praying for the return of your father or blessings to come down onto your small family were engraved into your mind but it did absolutely nothing but maintain that dark cloud over the pair of you. Your father never returned and with becoming short with money, your mother had planned to move you two slightly down south; selling your current house before buying a cheaper one down in Coal Creek.

The sunny day had come, the sermon was being held in the town's church; families lining up to meet the reverend as well as bring the offering of meals. You stood next to your mother, huffing at the sundress you were forced into by her, as she glared at you before putting on a smile looking forward. As you waited in line, you studied the building as well as the townsfolk. Plates of food slowly racked up onto the front tables as each family brought an offering to the Reverend, his wife alongside him as you snuck a peek over the family in front to see the new folks in town. Shifting your gaze over your shoulder, your eyes find a boy in an off-white button-down, hands in pockets and a similar non-caring expression you had on. A smile begins to form on your lips as he realises your staring, making eye contact before he gives a slight nod. With this your mother harshly grabs your arm pulling you forward as you realise he had been nodding for you to move forward.

“Lovely to meet you Reverend” Your mother politely greets, a nervous smile on her face as she offers her plate.

As the preacher begins to taste the meal your mother had worked hard on, his eyes flickered to you. The look in his eyes along with how he had licked at his fingers made you increasingly uncomfortable, finding your shoes more pleasing than to stare into the man's eyes.

“I’m going off for a walk Ma!” You yell out before walking out the door.

You needed to get out of the house, wanting to explore the town as well as get away from the constant murmurs of your mother praying. Your feet began moving as you walked into town, a calming breeze around you and you felt at peace with your own thoughts at that moment. Walking around the small town, you don't realise the time as the sun began to sink; the sky dusked. Though it wasn't too late where you would be surrounded by the darkness, you knew it would be a good time to start heading back home. Passing back through the town, it had become distinctively quieter than before. Your ears perked up at the constant sound of an engine rumbling nearby, which was unusual as there were only cars which drove past in a swift speed but only ever so often. 

Taking a quick look behind you, you spot a slow driving car; a flashy white vehicle. The same expensive-looking vehicle that you had often seen parked near the church, the same car that Preacher Teagardin owns. You whip your head back around to look forward before picking up your pace. Like hell did you trust this man, the same look he gave you during the sermon flashed through your mind as goosebumps formed along your arms. You looked around trying to spot somewhere to duck into and hide out or at least feel safe, the low rumble of the car still following at a leisurely pace behind you. As you notice bright lights through the increasingly darker world, you let out a sigh of relief before hastily making your way over to the store. It wasn't much, a small grocery store but it would do; there would be workers there at least. As you push the glass door open and walk in, you notice a bored-looking employee up at the front counter as well as a single customer in the small isle. You see through the store's windows that the Reverend parked outside the building, peering in; causing you to briskly look away from him hopefully without getting noticed. You took a deep breath as you approached the single customer, dressed in an open white button-up, blue cap adorning his head. There was a grimy feeling you could feel as you knew the Reverend's eyes were on you through the glass. This made you make a rash decision; you hoped this man was better than the Preacher. 

As you come to stand beside the man, your hands creep along his waist as your arm comes to wrap around his body. 

“Hi there, I’m Y/n. Sorry, this is a bit weird, I just need some help. Only for a couple of minutes, I promise.” You greet and plead as you lean up to the stranger's ear, seeing that the Reverend has come into the store. 

“And what kinda’ help do you need?” The man asks, finally tilting his gaze towards you, you realise it was the same Russell boy from the sermon.

“I-I know it might sound stupid.. but I just- I get an off feeling with the new Reverend is all. He’s been behind me all this time, just uneasy is all” Looking down towards the ground as you respond, feeling dumber as you say it out loud. 

Hell, this was a Preacher after all. This man was supposed to be a minister sent by the Lord. You didn’t believe all that but growing up with a heavily religious mother you knew some things, and those facts could not be filtered out.

“And what’s in it for me?” The question snapped you back to the reality of being in the store, your mind ticking for ideas.

A smile emerges on your lips as your hands move away from his torso. Only to move facing the boy, hands snaking up behind his neck to clasp together. The movement gaining you a questioning eyebrow raise by him. Though a curious stare, his arms also wind around you; resting on your hips.

“How ‘bout I get you some dinner some time? Just you and I, no creepy Preacher around.” You offer, unconsciously playing the nape of his neck.

“Arvin Russell, at your service ma’am” He teases, though you let out a sigh of relief bringing his body even closer to yours for a grateful hug. 

“So what brings you to this store, this lovely evening, Arvin Russell?” 

The pair of you stand there intertwined for a few minutes, getting to know each other. He was cute, the way he spoke lovingly of his family and his determined personality he had made you feel at ease; almost forgetting about the older man wandering around the store as well. That is until you see the man dressed in his suit walk past the two of you, making eye contact with him causes you to hide into Arvin's neck. 

“How ‘bout I give you a ride home huh?” Feeling the vibrations when he had spoken this question, you were not going back outside to walk home so it was a simple choice.

You give a slight hum of approval before placing a gentle kiss on the skin of his neck. You pull away from him, watching a light blush rise onto Arvin's skin as you smile. Starting to walk away from him and towards the door. Before you could make it out though, you’re tugged back.

Arvin's fingers clasping yours, holding your hand as well as holding the door open for you to walk out. You let out a slight giggle before the two of you walk out the store hand in hand.

Though just before you get to Arvin’s car, he spins you around. Back coming into contact with the side of his red vehicle, a small laugh leaves your lips as you forget about the grimy man in the suit who had followed the pair of you out the store. Without another word, you feel his hands fall onto your cheeks as his lips press against yours. Unconsciously your eyes flutter shut, hands moving around Arvin's neck and lips moving in sync to his. You don't notice the time that passed as the two of you lock lips until you're only slightly parting for air. 

“What was that for?” You ask out of breath, forehead still pressed against his.

“Putting on a show darlin’” Arvin responds with a smirk, before you have any time to wonder what he meant when you hear a car ignite its engine.

You peer around Arvin to watch Preacher Teagardin reverse out of the parking lot and drive away into the distance. You let out a relieved laugh as you lean slightly forward to peck those lips that were recently on yours.

“So about that dinner?” The young boy cheekily asks, a smirk on his face.

“Well, we got time now don’t we?” You slyly respond as you take the blue cap off his head and place it on top of your own. 

You move out from under Arvin and open the passenger's side door, letting yourself fall into the seat. You smile as you watch the boy stand there for a moment grinning before jogging around the vehicle and entering the driver's side. As the two of you drive down to the town's diner, you couldn’t bear to imagine if you ended up in the Preacher's car instead. Though you looked over to the side, seeing the boy driving, taking in his stunning side profile. The golden light of the sunset bouncing off his skin, as he looked ethereal. 

You know Arvin notices your staring though without taking his eyes off the road, he slips one of his hands into yours; intertwining your fingers.

For the first time in a long time, you thank god. 

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