#tdatt fluff

[littlelioncub43]

Just For Us: Part III

Summary: Lee’s life is never dull, especially with you as his wife. Although, sometimes he can forget how big of a menace you can be. 

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Comedy, fluff, slight angst (but really not a lot, like trace amounts), kissing, sexual themes but no smut, pet names (Babydoll, baby, honey, etc.), Lee being a grumpy little baby, and soft!Lee Bodecker.  

Word count: 893 (She’s short!)

A/N: I thought of this in the shower and thought it would be hilarious to add into the series. I liked writing this! This is my first comedic piece of writing and I honestly really like it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a telegram, you know the drill, babes! 

Kisses 💋

—K

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“Lee, honey, talk to me,” you plead softly, “please?”

Lee’s shoulders tensed at the sound of your voice, it was the only indication that he heard you at all. He stood with his back to you as he stirred his early afternoon coffee, still refusing to talk to you. You gave a soft huff at his silence, but resigned to letting him have his space. The kitchen was otherwise noiseless, except for the gentle grating of the metal spoon against the ceramic coffee mug. He set the spoon down firmly, his hands resting on the counter in front of him. 

“Do you understand why I’m mad?” He gritted out, his sudden firm voice startling you from your own cup of coffee. 

“Yes, I do,” you nod understandingly and stand from your seat at the table, slowly moving to stand next to him. “And, you have every right to be upset with me.”

“I just-“ he sighs, rubbing his face with one hand before turning to look at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, “I don’t like being laughed at.”

“I know, honey, neither do I,” you agree and rub his back, the movement brought Lee a level of comfort that he needed terribly. “But you have to admit, it was pretty funny.”

The early morning sun was dazzling, more radiant than Lee had ever seen it before in his life. He sat in bed as long as he could before the desire to get a closer look pulled him out of bed and out on to the porch. Cool morning air greeted him as he stood at the edge of the porch. Taking a deep breath in, Lee soaked up the calming rays quietly, thinking to himself ‘oh, this is the life.’

A twig breaking from the trees broke Lee’s silent moment to himself, his piercing eyes zeroing in on the source of the noise. A stag. Lee couldn’t help but gasp when he spotted the animal, the small intake of air was enough for the stag to lock eyes with Lee. Sprawling horns that were at least 6 feet across adorned the head of the stag. It was gorgeous. He was tempted to go wake you up so you could see it too, but the stag’s gaze kept him pinned to his spot. He was captivated. So captivated, that he didn’t hear you creep up behind him. 

The next thing he knows, his sleeping pants are around his ankles, his knees in the breeze, and you’re laughing so hard barely any noise is coming out. Your laughter scares off the stag, and Lee watches as it runs back into the thick brush of trees. He quickly yanks up his sleeping pants, his face burning with embarrassment and his chest boiling with anger. He stomps back into your shared bedroom, grabbing his clothes and making a beeline for the shower. 

“Oh, Lee, come on, don’t be mad,” you say through your fit of giggles, slowly calming down as you notice your husband’s anger. 

“Lee!” You call out to him as the door to the bathroom slams with thundering force. He refused to speak to you for the rest of the morning. 

“It was not funny!” He defended with a small whine to his voice, “I flashed that deer!”

“Honey, that deer didn’t know what he was lookin’ at! It was a deer!” You reasoned with a soft smile, fighting back any more laughter that threatened to escape you. He sighs, looking away as he replays this morning’s events over in his mind once more. Ok, maybe he was overreacting.  

“It was a little funny,” Lee cracked a small smile, making you grin and giggle. “You’re a menace, you know that, right? A God damn minx.”

“There he is,” you chuckled when you saw his smile and gave Lee’s cheek a sweet peck, “my handsome man.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says bashfully and shakes his head, his face a light pink. He turns to kiss you properly, he didn’t kiss you good morning like he normally would, so the feeling of your plush lips on his had Lee sighing softly. You weren’t any better off, you practically melted on the spot when you felt his large hands cup your head and waist. God, you loved this man. 

“I am sorry, Lee,” you whisper against his lips, your arms slinging around his neck to hold him as close as possible. The room was quickly heating with the rising tension between you two, your coffees long forgotten in favor of each other’s lips. 

“I know, Babydoll, I forgive you,” he whispers back before diving in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. The way he pulled you into him with much more force than normal told you that he was already planning something. Your lungs burn as he holds you firmly in the kiss, a hand on the back of your head keeps you pinned in place. He releases your lips when the need for air is almost desperate, both of you panting and gasping for air. The playful glint in his eyes gave way to a darker glare, one that you were very familiar with. He licked his lips and gave you a wolfish grin. 

 “If you think m’not gonna punish you for your little joke, you’ve got another thing comin’, girl.”

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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.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Just Like The Ones I Used To Know

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Synopsis: you and Arvin celebrate your first Christmas together despite Arvins reluctance

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“You’re home!” You cheered as Arvin trudged through the snow covering your driveway.

“I am home.” Arvin chuckled in confusion. “What are you doing out here, doll? It’s freezing.”

“I’m building a snowman.” You said as you stepped to the side to proudly present the snowman you’d been building.

“A snow what?”

“A snow man. Haven’t you seen one?”

“You mean that creepy little lumpy thing the Wickerson boys built on their lawn?” Arvin asked as he rubbed his hands together to warm them.

“It’s not creepy. It’s a holiday tradition for when it snows.” You laughed and packed some more snow onto your snowman.

“How do make it look like that?” Arvin wondered as you rounded off the sides of the body.

“Go put on a better jacket and I’ll show you.” You winked at him, sending a flush through Arvins face. He leaned in to kiss you hello before going inside to get his thickest jacket. When he came back out to the lawn, you threw a snowball that hit him in the chest.

“What was that?” Arvin looked down at his jacket in confusion.

“Um…a snowball?” You laughed at his confusion.

“Oh. How do you do it?” Arvin wondered.

“Just grab some snow and mash it together until it’s a ball.” You explained as you formed another snowball. Arvin watched carefully and copied your movement before holding up a snowball of his own.

“Like this?”

“That’s perfect. Then you can throw it-“

You were cut off by Arvin decking you in the face with his snowball. You fell backwards and fell into the snow as your legs flew up in the air.

“Oh my God! Baby! I’m so sorry.” Arvin gasped and ran to help you up. You laughed as he pulled you out of the snow and brushed the snow off of your face.

“I’m okay. I’m great, actually. Because you just had your first snowball fight.”

“It was fun.” Arvin smiled now that he knew you were okay.

“I’m glad you liked it. Now come on. Help me with the snowman.” You tugged on his sleeve and pulled him over to your snow man. Together, you added the middle and head to your snowman so that it was nice and tall. You watched Arvins face light up with joy as he built the snowman and as happy as it made you to see him smiling, it also made you sad. You knew this was probably the first time he’d ever built a snowman and wondered how many other happy Christmas memories he had missed out on. You made sure to let him do the most of the building of the snowman so that he could get the full experience.

“I think he looks pretty good.” You said as you picked up a small wooden box from the ground. The words “snowman kit” were painted on the box in your handwriting.

“Why do you have coal?” Arvin wondered.

“For the snowman. He needs his eyes, smile, hat, and nose.” You explained as you placed the eyes and mouth on the snowman’s head. You handed the top hat from the to Arvin so that he could add it on top.

“Wait, wheres the nose?” Arvin asked and looked in the snowman kit box.

“This is the nose.” You smiled in excitement and pulled a carrot out of your pocket.

“This is a carrot.” Arvin deadpanned.

“Yes. But it’s also a nose.” You booped Arvins nose with the carrot before putting it in the center of the snowman’s face. You then took your scarf from around your neck and wrapped it around the snowman’s head.

“There. He’s perfect.” You said and stepped back to look at the snowman. Arvin stepped back as well and wrapped an arm around you to admire your work together.

“He’s a little funny looking.” Arvin chuckled, making you laugh as well.

“I know. That’s why he’s perfect.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around Arvins torso. He hugged you tightly as snow began to fall down and stick to your nose and eyelashes. He didn’t know why, but he felt oddly emotional as he stared at the snowman. He’d always wanted to build one as a kid but his parents were never well or willing enough to do it will him. Now that he had finally done it, he felt his inner child gleaming with pride.

“So what do we do now?” Arvin smiled and looked down at you.

“Now we drink hot chocolate and eat the cookies.”

“What cookies?”

“The ones I put on the oven before you got home. Come on. They’re probably ready by now.” You grabbed his hand and pulled Arvin inside. You shed your coats and gloves before going into the kitchen to check on the cookies.

“Oh no. They’re ugly.” You frowned when you pulled your cookies out of the oven.

“They’re not ugly, darling. They’re just a little misshapen.” Arvin quickly assured you when he noticed that you were genuinely upset.

“This one looks like a turd.” You said quietly and pointed to a cookie.

“Yes, it does. But I bet it tastes delicious.” Arvin said and took the cookie off the tray. He blew on it before taking a bite. You watched Arvins face lose all its color once he tasted the cookie and he looked at it in disbelief.

“What? Is it bad?” You worried.

“Is this snickerdoodle?” He asked with a mouth full of cookies.

“Yeah. I found a recipe in one of the old cook books.”

“The recipe on the purple index card?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“That was my mommas recipe. She used to make these when I was little. Made em every Christmas.” Arvin smiled a little as he looked down at the cookie. He took another bite and could practically hear his mom humming while she baked cookies.

“Does it taste the same?” You asked hopefully.

“It does. Wow, darling, biting into that made me feel like a little boy again.” Arvin said before finishing his cookie. He kissed the side of you head before taking another one.

“Aw. Arvy warvy.” You gushed and wrapped your arms around him.

“Told you not to call me that.” He chuckled and swayed with you in his arms.

“Then what am I supposed to call you?”

“My name, maybe.” He teased.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased back and took a cookie for yourself.

“Thanks for making cookies, darling. And for letting me help with the snowman. I had a lot of fun.” Arvin said in a soft voice as he looked down at you.

“Of course, Arvie. I’m glad you helped me. I like doing Christmassy things with you.”

“I know I haven’t been very festive this Christmas, doll. And I’m sorry about that. This time of year just makes me a little sad.” Arvin admitted as he cupped your face in his rough hands.

“You don’t have to apologize, honey. I know Christmas makes you miss your momma. It makes me miss my folks too. But Christmas is a time to remember happier times. And if you’re up for it, I made of list of things we could do to remind us of the reason for the season. After all, it’s our first Christmas together so I want it to be special.“ You said as you took a folded up piece of paper out of your pocket. You handed it to Arvin and held your breath as he read over it.

“Hang our stockings by the chimney with care? The hell does that mean?” He chuckled. You let out an excited squeal before running into the living room. When you came back, you had a stocking that you had knitted for Arvin as an early Christmas gift.

“Look! I made you one. It has an A on it so Santa knows it’s yours.” You said proudly as you handed Arvin his stocking.

“Darling, Santa isn’t-“

“Shhhh! He’ll hear you.” You quickly hushed him.

“Right. Sorry.” Arvin chuckled and shook his head with affection.

“Come on. Let’s hang them up.” You said as you pulled Arvin by the hand into the living room. He put the radio on the holiday channel and lit the fireplace while you hung up your stockings.

“See? Doesn’t that look so much better?” You asked once you stepped back to admire your work.

“It looks great, darling. Santa will love them.” Arvin humored you. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before wrapping him in another hug. You swayed to the music for a while until your tiny little Christmas tree caught Arvins eye. You can taken a tiny tree from the backyard and decorated it with as many ornaments as it could hold to serve as your Christmas tree. Arvin felt guilty for having a real tree for you and felt deterred to fix that.

The next day, Arvin stopped by the Christmas tree farm and picked out the biggest tree he could find. He got home before you did and quickly set it up in the living room. Just as he started to put ornaments on it, you came home.

“Oh, hey. Welcome home, darlin.” Arvin said when you came into the living room. You were staring at the tree in awe for a minute until a childlike smile broke out in your face.

“You got us a Christmas tree? A real one?” You gasped and reached out to touch the pine needles.

“Well it’s our first Christmas together. It needs to be special.” Arvin echoed your words from the day before.

“But how? It’s Christmas Eve.”

“I love it. It’s beautiful!” You gushed and jumped into Arvins arms to thank him. He hugged you back before handing you a box of ornaments.

“Want to help me decorate it?”

“I would love nothing more.” You gushed and accepted the box. You and Arvin spent the evening decorating the tree together and taking occasionally taking breaks to drink the hot chocolate Arvin had made. You looked over at Arvin every so often to make sure that he was having a good time. When you saw the childlike smile on his face, you felt at peace.

Just a week and a half later, it was Christmas Eve. You and Arvin spent the evening on front of the fireplace with your warmest blanket draped over your legs. You admired your Christmas tree as you told Arvin about all your favorite childhood Christmas memories.

“Do you really believe in Santa?” Arvin asked as he stared at the crackling fire place. You smiled softly and out a happy sigh.

“I do. I believe that the whole season is magic. The lights and the cookies and the snow - it’s all so magical. And that magic has to come from somewhere. So even if there is no jolly old man in a red suit coming down our chimney, I believe he’s out there somewhere granting wishes and making miracles. Something about Christmas makes me feel like anything is possible. And I think as long as I believe in Santa, all my Christmas wishes will come true.”

“What are you Christmas wishes this year?” He looked down at you with a soft smile.

“This. Being here at home in front of the fireplace with somebody who loves me. I asked for that every year. And this year, Santa gave it to me.” You said as you rested your head on Arvins shoulder.

“You think Santa brought us together?” He chuckled.

“I know you think it’s silly-“

“No. I don’t.” He assured you. “It’s a miracle a pretty lady like you ever looked my way. A Christmas miracle, even. It was snowing the first time we met, remember?”

“I do. You helped me get my car to start.” You smiled at the memory.

“Good thing I saw you in that storm. You could’ve frozen to death.”

“Uh huh. But I didn’t because of the kindness of a stranger.” You sighed happily and snuggled into Arvins side.

“I wasn’t even gonna go out that night. Something told me I had to, though.”

“Not something.” You corrected. “Someone. Jolly old Saint Nick.”

“Right. Must’ve been.” He laughed shyly and pulled you closer.

“What did you ask for this year, Arvy Warvy?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“I can’t tell you. If I tell you my wish, it won’t come true.” Arvin said with a cheeky smile.

“Hopefully you were a good boy this year. Santa just may have granted your wish.” You said through a yawn. You fell asleep on Arvins shoulder within a few minutes and Arvin carried you to your bed.

On Christmas morning, Arvin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while you excitedly tugged him into your living room.

“Come on! You have to see what Santa brought you!” You grinned as you handed Arvin his first gift. Arvin chuckled and accepted the gift before kissing the side of your head. You clasped your hands under your chin and watched with excitement as Arvin tore off the wrapping paper. Inside was a shiny red tool box with brand new tools inside.

“Aw, thank you darlin. I love it. It’s perfect.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you.

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled when you pulled out of the kiss.

“Got something for you as well.” Arvin said as he sheepishly pulled out a small, poorly wrapped package.

“Aw, arvie. What’s this?” You asked as you tore it open. Inside was a small jewelry box. You looked up at him before opened up the box. Inside was a delicate heart shaped locket that looked like Arvin had made himself. You gasped softly and opened the locket up to find a picture of the two of you.

“One of the boys at work said he knew how to work metal. I asked him to show me how to make that for you.” Arvin sheepishly admitted as he secretly hoped you loved it.

“Oh, Arvin.” You said softly as you looked up at him. He gave you a shy smile before looking down at his lap.

“I’m sorry I can’t afford real jewelry with diamonds and pearls and all that because that’s what a girl like you deserves. I’ll be able to afford it one day. And then I’ll replace this hete necklace with a real one.” Arvin promised you.

“Nuh uh. This is a real necklace. And I love it more than anything you could buy in a store. It’s beautiful, Arvin. I love it.” You assured him.

“Do ya really?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course I do. Help me put it on.” You requested and turned around. You held your hair up as Arvin fastened the necklace around your neck. Once it was one, you looked down to admire it.

“It’s even better when it’s on. Thank you, Arvie. It’s the best gift I ever got.” You said as you threw your arms around Arvin. Arvin hugged you back for a long time, internally ecstatic that you liked his gift.

“I think Santa left a little something in your stocking too.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

In his stocking, you had slipped in a brand new lighter, a pack of cigarettes, some baseball cards, and a candy cane.

“Wow. Santa was really nice to me this year.” Arvin chuckled as he lit up a cigarette with his new lighter.

“You must’ve been a real good boy.” You coyly shrugged.

“Thank you, darlin. This may be my best Christmas yet.” Arvin thanked you again, feeling like he could never thank you enough.

“This Christmas ain’t done yet. There’s one more gift Santa left you.” You told him as you went to get a present you had hidden behind the tree. Arvin looked at your curiously as you handed him a square shaped present. He unwrapped it and found an old photo album inside.

“A photo album?” He asked you.

“I found it in the attic that time we went to visit your Uncle Erskill. He said I could keep it.” You explained as Arvin began to flip through the pages. Each page was filled with picture after picture of him as a kid with his parents. He relived memories he had completely forgotten about with each page he turned.

“Said it was your mommas.” You added in a soft voice. Arvin teared up as he flipped to the last page, which had a picture of his mom holding him in front of a Christmas tree. The next page was blank, giving Arvin an idea.

“You still got that Polaroid camera?” He asked you.

“I do. Why?” You wondered as you pulled it out of a drawer. Arvin took the camera from you and brought you over to the mirror that hung in your living room.

“Here. Smile.” He instructed as he put an arm around you. You smiled at your reflection as Arvin snapped a picture. When it developed, there was a photo of the two of you looking on the mirror and smiling with your Christmas tree in the background.

“Aw. It’s the first ever picture of us.” You gushed and gently touched the picture.

“Let’s put it in the album so we can remember our first Christmas together.” Arvin suggested. You smiled happily as you helped him slide the picture into the last page of the photo album, right next to the picture of him and his mom.

“Did you get your wish this year, Arvie warvie?” You asked him as you rested your chin on his shoulder. Arvin looked at the pictures side by side and felt tears of happiness come to his eyes for the first time in his entire life.

“I sure did, darling.” He sighed happily. “I sure did.”

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Yandere Arvin Russell (1/5)

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*Dedicated to @lovehoneypotto.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n, Y/n! How did you catch them?”

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

“Can you give me one —"

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

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

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

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

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

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

That handsome church boy was still looking at me.

I sent him a smirk.

~~~

“It… it’s you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where?”

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

“Y - yes, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

So, I waited.

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello there, ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, wait!” he called after me. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, no —“

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

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

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

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

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

His cheeks reddened. “Are you serious?”

“Never been more so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arvin Russell, you fascinated me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One,” I counted, "two… three!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If it’s with you, I can’t wait.”

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

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

We fell back on the grass.

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

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

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

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

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Willard carries an engagement ring in his wallet every day since your first date.

It was no secret he wanted to get married to you, you were his world; but tales of ex-military men from your friends had driven a wedge between your love for willard, and your fear of being left by said man. You’d always been told that military men never stayed in one place, the devil would never let them, that’s why the go and fight in wars, to fill that devil’s desire- but when they came back, there was no predicting what they would do.

Willard always hinted at marriage. But he never crossed that line to your discomfort. He knew it wouldn’t be fair. He made sure to be safe when having any sort of sexual relations with you, knowing the only thing worse than marriage was a baby out of wedlock. Other than sleeping before marriage, of course.

It was against the lords desires. So you both promised to keep it as pure and secretive as possible, leaving judgement only to God Himself.

But accidents happen, of course.

It was an accident, a complete and total accident, and as soon as Willard finished, your eyes flew open and his head dropped in shame, and you crawled away from him in a freak panic. And willard, bless him, tried to relax you, promise you that everything would be okay, he didn’t mean it and he would never do anything like that on purpose.

“It’s… it’s not that,” you wailed, clutching the blankets and shivering at the unfamiliar feeling of his sticky cum dripping from your walls.

“Then what is it, sugar?”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, shaking from your soul wracking sobs and being embarrassed about your own meltdown. “I wanted our wedding night to be your first time… finishing, inside of me.”

He wants to laugh. Well, part of him does, anyways. He wants to laugh and hold you close and promise you that your wedding night would be very different from having sex in his room at his parents house, under a Jesus cross with the lord watching over you both, even though both of his parents surely could hear you both night after night.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he rises from the bed and retrieves his pants from across the room, grabbing his wallet and taking his place before you on the bed.

“It’s not our wedding night,” he mumbles, taking out the ring and licking his lips as your eyes widen and the heart wrenching frown on your face turns to one of shock. He chuckles again, “and this really isn’t how I wanted to do this. But… perhaps the possibility of a child and an engagement is celebration enough to justify my foolish mistake.”

You just launch yourself at him, crying “yes! Yes!” over and over again, unable to believe the turn of events of the night.

Willard carried an engagement ring in his wallet every day since your first date, until the day you decided you would hold it for him.

#I…don’t know where this came from #and I don’t expect it to get notes but hey #hope you enjoyed it😂😂 #willard russell #willard russell fluff #willard russell x reader #willard russell x reader fluff #willard russell imagine #willard russell smut #<- just in case HA #willard russell the devil all the time #the devil all the time #tdatt #the devil all the time imagine #the devil all the time fluff #tdatt fluff #tdatt imagine #bill skarsgård fluff #bill skarsgard fluff

[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!

                    IF YOU ARE  NOT 18+, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS. 

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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[mavsstar]

Feels Like Sugar In Me (Finale) - Lee Bodecker

NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI

a/n: i don't want this to come to an end ahh :( i will continue through little blurbs if i get asked for sure. Not proofread, all my mistakes are my own! i hope you enjoy, i love you all :D

pairing: lee bodecker x innocent!reader

warnings: smut!!, handjob, lee taking reader's virginity, daddy kink, praise kink, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie

w.c: 2.0k

<<< previous part

Every once in a while the town would have a cookout where the children were able to run around without getting yelled at, the wives would have cocktails complaining about their husbands and how their children sucked the youth out of them, the husbands of those women would drink while grilling food. Teenagers would use the cookout as an excuse to shamelessly make out behind the trees.

All in all, everyone had their own fun. But right now Lee was having his own fun with you. His hand under your dress, toying with your clothed clit as he was talking to a coworker. You gripped the bench beneath you, trying not to squirm and keep a straight face.

You were completely soaked and you knew he was going to tease you about it later. You went to get up to escape his touch. And to grab another drink. But Lee had different plans.

“Where you going Cherry?” He asks as he sits on your body on top of his lap. His thigh is tactically placed under you.

“I was going to-” You choked on your own spit as his legs started to bounce up and down, he flexed his muscles and he discreetly started to sway your hips. “Going to get a drink,” you complete your sentence with a smile.

“You feel kinda warm Cherry,” dirty bastard. “Ought to get ya home, you don’t look so good.” You turn around, giving him a dirty look to which he flashes a toothy grin. “Gotta take care of my pretty lady, can’t be having her get sick.”

“Ain’t that adorable Jim, if only you cared like that,” The wife sneered, narrowing her eyes at her husband. “I hope you feel better y/n!”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take very good care of her,” Lee gets up from the bench with you in his arms and takes you to the cruiser.

Lee purposely took the long way home to agonize you even more. His fingers kept ghosting over where you needed him the most. It got to a point where you shoved his hand away, closed your legs and turned the other way.

“Don’t be like that,” with one hand he grabbed the back of your knees and pointed your body back towards him.

His hand goes back to your legs, you grasp it with force. “I can’t take it anymore Lee!”

He chuckles lightly, licking his lips. “Cherry, we haven’t even started.”

“Started?” You whimper with a concerned face.

Your body arches off the bed as your second orgasm hits you hard. Quiet sobs leaving your mouth as your feet try to push Lee from your thighs. He grunts, warning you not to move.

“Not done yet,” he murmurs against you, his movements becoming faster.

“I-I don’t-” you gasp out as his fingers relentlessly keep going. “I want you inside me,” you shipper just loud enough for Lee to hear.

He freezes for a second, coming back up to make sure he heard you right. “You sure Cherry?”

You nod your head, “Want all of you Lee, want you to be my first.”

Lee’s face bursts out into a smile, after he found out you were a virgin he didn't mind at all. In fact he found it endearing whether it was for religious reasons or not. When you accepted to be his girlfriend he didn’t really expect to have it gone as far as it has. He figured you would get tired or be bothered by his age and leave him just like his wife did. But you didn’t.

You watch as Lee unbuttons his shirt, more and more of him being exposed with each second. You get up from the bed and your hands reach straight to his belt. Nerves overtake you as you fumble with his belt. But after a couple seconds you manage to take it off.

Your hands rub his chest, placing kisses against his neck. His hands go to your back pulling you flush against his chest. Then his right hand goes to your hair to pull you in for a kiss. He turns his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Hands roam each other’s body properly for the first time. He reluctantly pulls away, if he could he would spend his whole life kissing you.

His hands go to the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down.

Nothing would’ve prepared you for this moment. Your eyes widened in shock and your mouth agape. He was bigger than you imagined. The tip was bright red, leaking with beads of precum. It looked painful.

You gulp nervously as he looks down at you with a smirk. “Lee I don’t think it’ll fit,” you whisper, your eyes still not leaving his cock.

“Don’t worry,” he says as he starts to hover over you, “I’ll make it fit.”

You lift your hand, reaching out further and further until your hesitancy takes the best of you and you retract your hand back.

“S’okay Cherry, you can touch it,” Lee encourages as he guides it on his cock, it feels heavy in your hand and you can feel it pulsating. You like it, but you have no idea what to do.

“What do I-” your voice comes out shaky and uneven, making you cringe. You clear your throat but your voice still sounded small, “tell me what to do. Wanna make daddy feel good too.”

Lee cooed as he caressed your face, “My sweet Cherry, want daddy to feel good?” You eagerly shake your head yes as you crawl further to the edge of the bed. The sight of your innocent eyes and crawling towards him made him feel weak in the knees.

“Spit onto your hand,” He instructed and you did exactly as you were told. “Wrap your hand- mhm just like that. Then start going like this,” with his hand over yours, he starts an up and down motion.

Once he noticed you started to get the hang of it, he dropped his hand. “G-Go a little faster Cherry.” You speed up your movements, adding more pressure. Your thumb swiped over his tip by accident and he let out the most delicious moan, “You’re doing so good Cherry, s’good for Daddy.” He starts to rut in your hand, desperate to get release. But not yet, no.

He pulls away and shoves you back on the bed. His lips collide with yours in a bruising kiss. His hand snakes down to your hips, giving you a good squeeze. “Are you sure you want this? I can always wait.”

“No,” you mumble against his lips. “I need you inside me.”

He lines himself at your entrance, tracing your clit with his tip, wanton moans leave your mouth. He slowly sinks in, the stretch turning into a searing hot pain as he fills you up. Your eyes squeeze shut in pain as the sheets twist in your hands.

He groans loudly as he bottoms out. He’s imagined you like this and more day and night with fist tightly wrapped around his cock. But nothing, absolutely nothing compared. He can feel your arousal covering his length, your walls throbbing around him. You're gripping him so tight he’s finding it a hard time to stay still.

“Don’t worry Cherry,” his hand massages your hips comfortingly. “If it gets too much, I’ll stop.” You nod the best you could. After a minute, he slowly starts thrusting. Your walls grip him like a vice that makes his hips falter. Tears stream down your face as you feel like you’re being split in two but you’ve never felt so full.

Lee wipes your tears, peppering kisses all over your face hoping to distract you. Soon the pain starts to turn into pleasure with each thrust. His hips start to move faster against you, your body jolting against the bed with each thrust. Your moans become louder and higher with each drive of his hips, you cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“No Cherry, let it all out. I want to hear,” Lee grabs your leg and hitches it over his hip, “Every. Single. Pretty. Noise.” He thrust harder with each word. The new angle hits that spot that drives you wild.

“Daddy!” You screech out, your nails digging into his back.

“You’re so fucking tight Cherry, feels s’good.” He groans as the way your pussy flutters with each praise. A silent cry leaves your lips, the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you starts to become too much. The coil in your stomach is threatening to snap.

“Just like that Daddy! Don’t stop!”

“God, can feel you milking m’cock Cherry,” He throws his head back, groaning in pleasure. “Cum on daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Lee brings his hand down to where you’re connected, his finger finding you clit and starts rubbing fast circles.

A wordless scream comes out of your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your legs lock around his waist, toes curling as the coil snaps. Your vision goes white and your hearing becomes muffled.

Your body goes limp from the pleasure, Lee using your body to finally chase his high he’s been waiting for. His thrust becomes erratic as he feels the all too familiar heat crawl up his spine.

“Gonna cum Cherry,” He says as he throws his head back. “Gon’ fill you up, make sure you’re full of me.” With one final thrust he finishes with a loud moan, his head leaning on yours. Hot spurts of cum filling you up. He falls right next to you, his hand over his chest trying to catch his breath.

You don’t even remember or feel when Lee gets up to go to the bathroom. But you hear Lee’s footsteps as he comes back from the bathroom, he has a clean rag in his hand. He starts to clean you up, the rag grazes your abused clit, “Please-no more.”

He leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple, “No more Cherry, just making sure you’re clean.” You nod and let him continue cleaning you up. Once he finished, he tossed the rag in his laundry basket.

Lee walks to his closet grabbing a shirt for you and one for him. He puts on his wife beater and a pair of pajama pants before walking over to you. Your eyes were glassy and your body is still trembling. You were fucked out.

Without a word he lifts you up just enough so he was able to put on the shirt for you. His touch is gentle despite it being the opposite a few moments ago. With all your effort you scoot over to give him space to crawl in. Once he settles in you place your head on his chest, he then grabs you leg and places it over his body massaging your thigh.

After a few moments of silence Lee speaks up, “How was it? Was it good? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

It takes everything in you to open your eyes. His cruelan eyes stare into yours, searching for an answer. “It was perfect,” you mumble hazily.

“How’d it feel?” He asks. You take time to really collect your thoughts, you realize you’re the luckiest woman in the whole town. You never had someone put the effort Lee has for you.

Lee was the sweetest person just for you. He was your own personal candy, every kiss would send you into a sugar rush, every touch felt like cotton, his voice was rich like chocolate. Lee was the only candy who made your teeth rot from the sweetness, and you wanted more.

You nuzzle further into his chest, pressing a kiss on his neck while caressing his face. “It feels like sugar in me.”

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[littlelioncub43]

Just For Us

Summary: Lee needed a vacation, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. Yet, somehow, you manage to get him in a cabin for an entire week. It’s going to be a very relaxing week, to say the least.

Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (18+ ONLY), Lee being in a good mood, allusions to sexy times, each chapter will have their own individual warnings so be sure to read them! 

A/N: My birthday is coming up and I guess I’m doing another Lee Bodecker series to celebrate it! I wasn’t planning this, I literally just thought of it, so please bear with me as I figure it out and get to writing! 

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four 

Part Five 

Part Six

Part Seven

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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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[waitimcomingtoo]

Tuffy

Pairing: Arvin Russel x reader

Synopsis: you win Arvin a teddy bear, and he acts like he doesn’t like it

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Arvin pulled up to the annual town fair in his beat up old car and parked out front. He lit a cigarette, spotted Lenora near the entrance, and made his way over to her.

“You girls ‘bout ready to go?”

“Just about.” Lenora answered. “Y/n was just finishing up at a game. Oh, there she is.”

“Arvin!” You ran up to them with a teddy bear in your arms. “Thanks for driving us home. Don’t you want to go in at least on ride?”

“Nah. I don’t trust these things in the slightest.” He smiled at you in your high waisted shorts and button up shirt.

“See? I told you he was no fun.” Lenora teased her brother and poked his side.

“Well since you didn’t want to come with us, I won this for you at the balloon game.” You proudly held out the teddy bear you’d been holding. “Since you’re too much of a tough guy to win your own.”

It was a classic carnival plush with a cheap red bow tied around its neck, but Arvin adored it right away. He accepted the teddy bear from you and looked at it, fighting the massive smile that wanted to break out on his face. He didn’t want to stray from his typical cold and uncaring exterior, so he didn’t let it show on his face how much it meant to him.

“Oh. Thank you.” He said softly. “But I’m not much for dolls. You should keep it.”

“It’s not a doll. It’s a teddy bear.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’ve been holding it all night, so it smells like my perfume. And I won it for you so you better keep it, tough guy. It’s yours.”

“All right.” He smiled shyly, grateful that you were letting him keep it. “Not sure what I’ll do with it, but I’ll keep it. Thanks, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome, Arvin” You said as you linked your arm through his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few weeks later, you didn’t join Lenora in the back of Arvin’s car like you usually did. He almost always drove the two of you home after school, but you were nowhere to be found that particular day.

“Y/n didn’t need a ride today?” Arvin asked with slight disappointment.

“She was running late so she said she was gonna walk home.” Lenora told him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Okay.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Lenora teased.

“Shut up.” He blushed. “Just want to make sure she has a safe way home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Lenora said, so he let it go. He checked back in a few hours later with Lenora to see if you’d made it home safe.

“Do you know if Y/n made it home yet?” He asked.

“She hasn’t called me yet, so probably not.” Lenora realized. Arvin frowned and looked out the window, not liking the thought of you walking home with how hard the rain was coming down.

“It’s pouring out. She’ll catch her death.” He said as he grabbed his car keys.

“So will you if you try to find her. You know how slippery your tires get.” Lenora reminded him as she followed him to the door.

“I don’t want her walking alone in the rain.” Arvin said as he slid his jacket on. “Imma go get her.”

Arvin got in his car and drove in the direction of your school. A few miles up the road, he saw you walking with your backpack over your head.

“Y/n!” He called out the window. “Get your ass in the car now.”

“Arvin?” You squinted in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He pulled up beside you. “Get in.”

“How’d you find me?” You asked as you got into his backseat. “And how’d you know I was out here in the first place?”

“Lenora told me you was foolish enough to walk home in this weather.” He said as he looked at you in the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t realize it was gonna rain. Sorry, Arvin.” You apologized to him, making him feel guilty for how he spoke to you. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just worried about you.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, darling.” He said in a softer tone. “And you don’t have to sit in the back either.”

“Um, I think someone’s already sitting in the passenger seat.” You smiled a little and adverted your eyes.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows before looking beside him. Sitting there in his passenger seat was the teddy bear you had won him a few weeks before. To make the sight even more embarrassing, the teddy bear was buckled in with a seatbelt. He had forgotten that he put the bear there and now there was no hiding the fact that he drove around with it.

“Oh.” He blushed and grabbed the bear. “Him.”

“Is that the bear won for you?” You asked coyly. “From the carnival?”

“Yeah. It is.” He adverted his eyes as you climbed into the front seat.

“Why did he have a seatbelt on?” You chuckled as he set the teddy bear on his lap.

“It’s very dangerous to drive without a seatbelt.” He said seriously. “You know that, darling.”

“But he’s just a teddy bear.” You bit back a smile at the way he was behaving. You’d into ever seen him frowning or fighting, so it made you happy to hear him being silly with you.

“A teddy bear you won for me.” He reminded you as he smiled down at the bear. “That makes him special. I gotta protect him.”

“Arvin.” You swooned. “You really kept it? That’s so cute.”

“People don’t usually give me things.” He said quietly. “So he means a lot.”

“Did you name him?” You asked hopefully.

“Yes.” He said softly. “He’s called Tuffy.”

“Why?” You wondered curiously.

“Cause you always call me tough guy.” He admitted without looking at you. He hadn’t planned on showing you the softer side of him, but you seemed to be enjoying it.

“Can I see him?”

“Careful not to get him wet. Can’t replace him.” Arvin warned, proving further to you how much he cared about the bear.

“I didn’t think you cared that I won him for you.” You said in disbelief. “Didn’t think you cared ‘bout anything, in fact.”

“I act tough, but I got a soft spot for you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Me and Tuffy, I presume.” You teased.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You and Tuffy.”

You looked down at Tuffy and held him to your nose, inhaling his scent for a moment.

“He smells like you.” You giggled. “Which means he smells like cigarettes and Old Spice.”

“Well he sleeps in my bed.” Arvin told you. “That’s why.”

“Arvin Russel.” You gasped. “You do not sleep with a teddy bear.”

“Said he sleeps in my bed. Not in my arms or nothing.” He chuckled as he took the bear back from you. He put Tuffy on his shoulder and rested his head on him as he looked at you.

“That’s a shame.” You nearly exploded from how sweet Arvin was being. “If I was sleeping in your bed, I’d want to be in your arms as well.”

Arvin opened his mouth to speak, but found himself too flustered to form a sentence. Before he could respond, you spotted something out the window and sighed.

“Oh no. It’s Chuck Greenwood.” You pointed out the window. “He’s got a crush on me. Never leaves me alone.”

“Do you like him too?” Arvin frowned a little as Chuck approached his car.

“Absolutely not.” You stuck your tongue out. “He’s nothing but a pest. Ugh. Here he comes.”

“Hello Y/n. You look awfully pretty, even in the rain.” Chuck smirked obnoxiously as he knocked on your window. “What’s the matter? Lenoras Bible didn’t tell you it was gonna rain?”

“Leave me alone, Chuck.” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“And is that the Russel boy?” Chuck pointed to Arvin. “What are you doing driving around with a teddy bear? Did your mommy give it to you?”

“No. But your mommy did.” Arvin shot back.

“Can I see it? It looks so cuddly and soft. I just wanna hold it for a minute.” Chuck laughed as he reached for the teddy bear.

“Hands off.” Arvin smacked his hands away. “Don’t you inbreds have something better to do?”

“What could be better than picking on you and your fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear?” Chuck asked.

“It’s my teddy bear.” You lied as you took the bear off Arvin’s shoulder. “Arvin won him for me at the carnival last week.”

“Did he? Don’t tell me you two are going steady.” Chucks jealously got the better of him.

“Whats it’s to you?” Arvin smirked, liking your plan. “Not like you ever had a chance with her.”

“Whatever. Enjoy your teddy bear.” Chuck scoffed and walked away.

“We will! Bye!” You called after him before rolling the window up. “Did you see his face? We totally got him.”

“That’s what he gets for making fun of Tuffy.” Arvin smiled as you handed the bear back to him.

“Yup.” You agreed. “He’ll know not to do that again.”

You looked at each other for a minute, soft smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled in his car. The comforting sound of rain hitting his windows added to the soft ambiance in the car. You gulped and sat up a little, giving him all your attention as he nervously played with the bear.

“Darling.” Arvin began quietly. “What did you mean before when you said you’d want to sleep in my arms?”

“Well, you know.” You shrugged and played with your nails. “I’m just saying. If Tuffy ever needs a night off, maybe I could take his spot.”

“Well.” He smiled softly and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ll have to check with him first.”

You leaned forward and smirked against his lips before mumbling, “You’ll have to let me know what he says.”

“He should be fine with it.” He sucked in sharply against your mouth.

“Arvin?” You asked as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop talking about your teddy bear.” You chuckled before connecting your lips to his.

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Arvin Russell (5/5)

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*Edited

“God dammit!” 

Arvin kicked the side of the car, sending the hood crashing shut again. Out of all the times the car needed to go in to the shop, we were on the run. Luckily, though, Betsy kicked the bucket at a turnpike, so maybe, justt maybe, some kind strangers would pick us up. 

I placed my hand on his arm. “Arvin, we ain’t got time to waste. Let’s just pack up and wait for someone to pick us up.”

He sighed, rubbing my hand fervently. He stepped away from the car. “…Yeah. But we ain’t lookin’ too hot. We’re lookin’ like two dumb teenagers who got knocked up.”

I sent him a grin. “As far as I’m concerned that’s exactly what we are. Although, husband and wife has a better ring ta it.”

Arvin’s cheeks reddened considerably, which made me giggle in delight. I wound to the back seat and pulled out my suitcase. Arvin copied, reaching in the front to snatch his scarce belongings. For someone who originated the plan, he sure forgot to pack much stuff - minus a gun, some cash, and his baseball cap.

We slammed the door shut as cars continued to go zooming past the turnpike. After that, we saddled up underneath the sign and held our thumbs out. While Arvin leaned against the sign, I sat on my suitcase.

I had an acute concept of time thanks to my many woodland adventures. I counted the minutes. But, those minutes quickly turned to an hour, and then several more hours. 

At some point, I had abandoned my arm. It felt completely numb. Arvin had somehow fallen asleep while standing up and having his thumb stuck out. But there were no takers. And we didn’t have time to waste with the cops supposedly hot on our trail. Especially while loitering beside the get-away vehicle.

I rose to my feet, shaking all my aches away. I was growing hungrier by the minute. I walked to Arvin and shook him awake. I was caught off guard by his immediate instinct to reach for his gun, wide-eyed and scared. But the fear melted away when he realized it was just me.

“Calm down, cowboy,” I stated unpleasantly while quirking my brow and backing up.

He frowned, shaking his head. “S - sorry. What… time is it?”

I glanced at the sky, crossing my arms. “About one o’clock. I hate to say it, lover boy, but we need ta get walkin’. My baby’s hankerin’ for some pork ’n beans and we ain’t got all day to sit here.”

Arvin nodded in agreement. “Right. Uh… which way?”

I shrugged. “Right, I guess.” I reached to pull my suitcase up, but Arvin took it from me with a coy smile.

“We don’t want ya exerting yourself too much, mama.”

And so, we walked. I had no idea the distance, but I knew we had walked a ways by how sore my feet were. I was sure there’d be blisters by time I took my shoes off. Arvin didn’t complain, though, so neither did I. And we continued to hold our thumbs out for each passing car. 

None had yet to yield.

My arm was beginning to droop. Arvin was staying strong, but his entire body was slouched. The sun was beginning to set. No civilization was in sight. And my baby desperately needed food. If it had only been me and Arvin, I wouldn’t mind skipping a day of food. But after everything my body had already been through, I needed to keep my baby happy and healthy.

My stomach was beginning to cramp. I halted, hunching over, while clutching my swollen belly. Arvin turned tail and dashed over to me, grabbing my shoulders. He instantly began fretting over me, and I grabbed his hand.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he fussed, palming me all over.

“I… I need a break. That’s all.”

“Of course, darlin’. Take all the time you need. You should - you should sit down.”

He dragged the suitcase over and plopped it on the ground. I used him to steady me as I sat, panting briefly. It felt like my abdomen was pulsing. 

Arvin, though, was quick to walk out to the side of the road once more. His thumb was jutted into the street somewhat, and I could tell he was growing more and more distressed with each passing moment. It was getting late, and soon, there would be no chance of catching a ride. The sun was beginning to set.

I hobbled to my feet, the pain beginning to subdue. I lifted the suitcase upright again, massaging my stomach. I heard Arvin gasp, and I swiftly turned.

As though it were a miracle, a car had pulled up to the side of the road.

Arvin walked up to the window as it slid down. Behind the wheel was a young woman, blonde and petite and pretty. She was the picture-perfect housewife any man would want. Sitting next to her in the passenger seat was a not picture-perfect man. He was grungy and had unkempt facial hair. The double standard between the two was obvious.

The man leaned out with a boyish grin. “Need a ride?”

Arvin nodded, motioning to me. “Me and my… wife here are real tired, sir and ma’am.”

The woman leaned against the wheel, gaze flickering between us. I hovered behind my lover, gripping the suitcase handle tightly. I tried to muster a friendly grin, although my gut feeling was screaming at me.

“Well, hop on in,” the woman exclaimed. “What sort of folk would we be if we turned away a cute couple like you’s?”

“Thanks,” Arvin replied.

He opened the back door for me. I slid the suitcase in first before entering. Arvin sat next to me, wrapping his hand around my upper arm. I was glad not to be the only one with my guard up.

They started driving. For a few minutes, silence fell over the car. However, the couple glanced at us in the rear view mirror often. They were as wary of us as we were of them. However, the man eventually spoke up.

“So, where you’s headin’?”

“Anywhere, really.”

“Just… tryin’ ta get away?” the woman prodded.

“You could say that,” I finally said.

The man chuckled. “I thought you were mute, little lady. Ya got a name?”

“Delilah,” I fibbed. “And this here’s Joseph… You?”

The man peered in the back, sending me a toothy grin. The woman copied. There was something uncanny and sinister in their faces. “Michael and Sarah.”

Arvin squeezed me. I could tell he was trying to fight off sleep. I was, too, but we knew better than to nap. Arvin was silently telling me to cut the conversation short. I did so, sending one last polite smile before placing my head on his shoulder.

Time passed; at some point, they had turned on the radio to some biblical song station. The sun had set a long time ago, and the moon barely surpassed the line of trees. The road was completely deserted. I almost wanted to let my guard down. I was tired, hungry, and exhausted, and I knew Arvin was, too. But his right hand never abandoned his thigh, always close to his pistol.

But if he was awake, couldn’t I get some shut eye?

I was beginning to drift into slumber. The God-worshipping songs reverberated in my head, serving as a lullaby…

“Hey, Sarah, pull over. I need to take a piss.”

I sat up immediately, warily eyeing the pair.

A minute passed, and she had yet to listen.

“Pul over, I say! Dammit, Sara, do ya expect me to piss out the window?” He peered back at us. “Y’all don’t mind, right?”

“No,” Arvin curtly replied.

“See, Sarah? Pull over, dammit.”

“Sure, David.”

Arvin and I noticed. His hand inched closer to his gun as ‘Sarah’ drove off road and pulled up to a lake. Arvin was tense. Before ‘Michael’ stepped out, though, Arvin suddenly stated, "My wife needs. To use the bathroom, too. Don’t ya, Delilah? Go on, now.”

“That’s the spirit,” Michael bellowed.

I gulped and slid over Arvin, stepping out of the car. I knew what he was doing. I didn’t question it for a second. While Michael sent me a gritty stare and marched over to the lake shore, I walked across the grass and went behind a tree. I placed my back against it, nails digging into the bark. One hand lingered on my plump stomach, rubbing it soothingly.

Bang. Bang.

The woman screamed and I heard ‘Michael’ collapse. I heard indistinct yelling, muffled by the metal skin of the car. My heart thumped erratically in my chest and I squeezed my eyes shut. Arvin would be okay. But what if the woman also had a gun? What if —

Two gunshots rang out at the same time.

I was paralyzed, my head connecting the dots.

And I waited.

I heard the car door open. A gun cocked. There was panting.

“Y/n, come on out, now.”

Relief washed over me and I dashed into the open again. Even though the scene was gruesome, the man’s body bleeding out on the grass and the woman’s brains blown against the windshield, I was ecstatic. I couldn’t believe I doubted Arvin for a moment. 

I was about to greet him with a desperate hug, but that’s when I noticed. There was a bullet hole in his shirt.

He looked fine, though.

He noticed my terror and brought his hands to his shirt. He sent me a forced, lopsided grin. “‘Er gun was loaded with fake bullets or somethin’.”

“Oh, thank the lord,” I gasped. 

We finally met in a hug. Arvin, luckily, wasn’t covered in blood. There were a few splatters on his face, but nothing a dip in the water couldn’t fix. I hummed happily, melting in his strong hold. For a moment, I forgot that he had just murdered two more not-so-innocent people.

But then, he released me. He wiped his hands on his pants, turning toward the scene. I gulped.

“What… do we do now?” I asked unsurely.

“I’m goin’ ta search ‘em,” he explained. “You get the suitcase. Let me do the honors, darlin’.”

As I watched him palm the dead man, I ducked in the back. I tried to keep from staring at the woman’s terrified face, grabbing the suitcase and pulling it out. A part of me wondering if they really were innocent. Just because they lied about their names…

“Y/n, come look.”

I wandered over, bending to see what he was holding.

In his grasp was a photo. It was the woman happily crouched beside a naked man who had a bullet right through his chest and forehead. He was pale and limp.

I could only assume that the man was the photographer.

“They weren’t good folk. Not at all,” he sighed in relief.

I licked my lips and moved away once more. I cast my stare away as he searched the woman and car. By the end of it, Arvin had pocketed a wad of cash and an extra pistol. We wordlessly began walking from the scene and returned to the road.

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“Howdy.”

Arvin and I stepped out of the car. He had the suitcase, insisting that it wasn’t right that I was lugging it around. A genuinely kind stranger had given us a lift all the way to Arvin’s home town. We had just been let off outside a small convenient store, to which a scrawny old man greeted us from the porch.

‘I can’t explain it, Y/n. I just feel like I need to see that place one last time,’ he had confided while walked along the road.

And I wanted nothing more than to agree. I had let go of my past the moment I stepped on my mother’s wrist. And now Arvin was going to metaphorically step on his father’s.

I followed Arvin faithfully as he shoved a hand in his pocket.

The old man’s eyes were trained on us. “Ya look like ya’ve been travelin’.”

Arvin decided to stop and chat. He nodded his stiffly, shuffling his feet. I sent the man a small, wrapping my hand around his arm affectionately. “Yeah.”

“Where ya headin’?” he continued, clasping his hands together.

“There, uh, used to be a house on the hill over there. Some lawyer owned it. D’ya know it?”

“Sure I do. Up in the flats.”

“’s still there?”

He suddenly tapped his foot. “Well, I’ll be darned.” He paused momentarily. “You’re that Russell boy, ain’t ya?”

I peered down the road nervously while Arvin nodded. He broke contact with me, stepping closer. “Well, I just thought, since I was comin’ this way, I thought I’d stop by and see the old place.”

The man stood, shoving his hands into his overalls. He sighed, "Son, I hate to tell ya this, but that place burned down some years ago. They think some kids did it. There wasn’t nobody every livin’ there, since you folks.”

“W - well, I came all this way, figure I might as well walk up there anyways.”

“Sure.” The man waved his toward the hill. “Just cut across Clarence’s pasture. He won’t say nothin’.”

Arvin nodded to me and we began walking. I prodded beside him, but Arvin paused one last time.

“I never did thank ya for the night my dad died.”

He chuckled. “Well, you and your little lady can drop by for a meal after, why don’t ya?”

Arvin nodded, and a ghost of a smile tugged at his dimpled cheeks. “Will do.”

Arvin suddenly clasped my hand. We began up the hill, following a paved concrete road surrounded by wilderness. It was quiet, except for the chirping of birds. I smiled, too. All of this… was circling back to the beginning. Our hardest - and hopefully last - journey together started with mother nature, and with mother nature it would end.

Arvin knew where he was going like the back of his hand. He cut off from the main road and started hiking down a leafy trail around the side of the hill. Autumn had come, and not too soon. Our shoes crunched loudly. Arvin held my hand tightly, and his knuckled were deathly white.

“It’s pretty nice out here,” I spoke up, disrupting the silence.

Arvin sighed, nodded. “Yeah. ’T never was ta me, though.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

We dodged a few trees, and Arvin switched the suitcase to the other hand, separating us. I followed only a few steps behind, focusing primarily on the euphoric effect of being in the woods once more. Even with everything that happened, in the woods, I could be free.

But I knew that this wouldn’t be for long. And soon, I’d have to retire my habit of being one with mother nature. I’d have a child and a husband who worked and loved me and I’d take care of the house and kid. I always dreaded becoming a meager housewife, but with Arvin… it was nothing short of heaven.

Arvin suddenly slowed, his gaze glued on the tree on front of us. There was a wooden cross tied to it, crumbled with age. Arvin tensed, but motioned us to go on. Questions bubbled in my throat, but my thoughts were silenced as we shoved through a hedge of dead trees. 

He was set on his path. And I would do nothing but follow.

He stopped, and I crashed into him. But he didn’t budge, seemingly star struck by the sight in front of him. I peered over his shoulder, coming face to face with…. a shrine of some sort.

Arvin dropped the suitcase and reached over the log, rummaging through the leaves. He withdrew… bones.

He sat back and motioned for me to come forward. I hovered behind him, leaning so I could rub his shoulders.

“My dad killed our dog. I figured… I could give him a proper burial. We always prayed here. But God didn’t hear our prayers. God let mama die, if there even is a God. Mama got a proper burial. Dad did, too. But my poor dog,” he chuckled dryly, "he didn’t get nothin’.”

I gave his shoulders one last squeeze and carefully kneeled beside him. “Let’s give him a proper burial, then.”

I pulled at the dead leaves, digging a small hole with my hands. Arvin set the boys beside him and did the same until there was a pronounced but small hole. I sent him a reassuring smile, kissing his cheek before he lowered the bones into the hole.

Arvin smiled again, setting the skull in.

He suddenly looked at the sky as the sun shone down into the clearing.

“I understand now.”

I rubbed his back as he turned to me.

“My dad… he had no choice. No matter what, he had to go wherever ma did. And I can’t help but think if I was in the situation and ya… you know… I would do the same. I would do anything for ya, Y/n. I’ve already killed some bad guys. I’ve got blood on my hands. But as long as you’re with me, I don’t…”

I turned him to me and pressed a gentle kiss, willing all my love into it. He was silenced, and I knew all that I needed to. I understood him. And I couldn’t help but think that I would do the same, so long as my baby would be okay.

Suddenly, he pulled away, furrowing his brows. His jaw clenched and I went still too, fingers remaining on his neck. And that’s when we both heard it. The distant slapping of footsteps along leaves. 

Arvin grabbed my wrist and immediately withdrew his gun. He pulled me to my feet and grabbed the suitcase. We marched further down the trail, trying to be as silent as possible. He stopped at a large, fallen tree. He ushered me toward it, and I realized what he meant.

While he tucked the suitcase along the base, I lay down, pressing my back the leaves beside tree as close as possible. There were large branches above me and Arvin lay beside me. He pulled me flush against my chest and had his arm strewn around my midsection. We were hidden from view, but he was also able to shoot if necessary.

The footsteps were getting closer.

“I know you’re down there somewhere. I just have some questions to ask you.” 

Arvin peeked over the log. 

Bang.

Just as a bird had chirped, a loud gunshot rang out, Arvin trembled and pressed himself back. I couldn’t help but start to tremble. Even with Arvin right beside me, it was hard to keep calm when he was just as frightened. He could try to seem composed, but it was right in his face.

He was scared.

“Sorry about that,” the officer shouted. “A goddamn bird scared me. I ain’t here to hurt you. And I know that you don’t want to hurt me.” The voice was getting closer, but gained no distance. The man had paused. “Come on out so we can have us a talk.”

The man continued to progress. Arvin’s forehead glistened with sweat and hair stuck to his forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my swollen belly. Arvin’s knuckles were ghostly as he held the pistol, hand trembling. I felt his labored, yet silent, breath against my neck.

He took in one last breath. “Put the gun down, officer! My wife is here and she is with child!”

The footsteps grew closer. I gulped, rubbing my stomach further. 

“Can’t do that son,” he replied. 

“I’ve got this gun pointed right at you!” Arvin’s voice was higher pitched than usual. “Just set it on the ground and walk away. I don’t want ta have to shoot ya!”

“What?”

“Just set it down!”

His pace quickened. I shut my eyes tightly. Whatever was going to happen, I couldn’t watch.

“I promise ya, officer, those people I killed weren’t no good — the - the priest raped my wife and many other innocent women. And that couple was trying to kill us like they did everyone else they picked up!”

The footsteps kept drawing nearer. Suddenly, though, they stopped. Arvin, sensing his closeness, propped himself up on his elbow. I sent him one last fearful glance, but his attention was fully on the environment. The gun was poised, ready to shoot. So I… just stared at the sky. 

Yes. The sky was pretty. The sky was nice.

“Them people, especially that couple weren’t no good, sheriff —“

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed. It hit the tree bark, and a scream bubbled in my throat. Arvin began shooting, and at what and where I couldn’t say. The air was riddled with bullets shooting back and forth, and all I could do was pray that mother nature was protecting us.

Suddenly, one side ceased fire. And it wasn’t our’s. 

I let out a gasp of relief. Tears stung my cheeks and Arvin and I shared a glance. He sat up, panting. He nodded to me, tossing the gun on the ground grabbing my arm.

I sat up as well. I let out a jolt as I noticed the corpse on the ground. It was an officer with a shaved head and a dyed red shirt. He was still breathing, and his fingers where twitching. But he was going to die none the less. 

Arvin rose to his feet. He stepped over the log toward the dying man. He was entranced. The man’s gaze was glued to him, seemingly dazed. I stood, too, grabbing the suitcase. The man and I made eye contact, and I could tell he was eying my stomach. As Arvin hovered over him, the man let out one final breath and passed.

I walked behind Arvin and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was still breathing shakily.

“No… no more of this,” he stated. “We’re goin’ ta have a good life, Y/n. One without any death and decay and… this. We’re goin’ ta have a house with a beautiful baby in a cabin in the woods. And we’re goin’ ta be happy.”

“We are, Arvin. We are.”

“How… how does Cincinnati sound?”

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[parkerpeter24]

"I usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you.” with arvin

the fact that it’s spring-

pairing : arvin russell x reader

winter blurbs masterlist ❄️

arvin had a tough childhood. he never really shared stuff from his past with people who weren’t lenora, his grandma or his uncle earskell. but he hadn’t been in touch with them since so long, he’d forgotten what his grandma’s famous dishes tasted like.

he was alone for quite some time before he met you at a diner. it was your first day at the job, your mom had, however, protested for you to work but the pay was good and you needed money to get you into college.

as you smiled at arvin from behind the counter, something inside the boy snapped and he could feel his heart speed up as you wrote down his order in your notepad, “be back with it in a minute, hon.” you smiled again before disappearing from his sight. but as you returned with a tray in your hands, the brunette wasted no time in asking you for your name, “oh, it’s (y/n).” you muttered meekly, “what about you?”

“i’m arvin.” he gave you a smile, though not a very bright one. he looked at you for a minute and you wondered if he was feeling okay.

“aren’t you gonna eat your food?” you chuckled, pointing to the sandwich and coffee that were resting in front of him untouched.

“you free anytime soon?”

and that’s how he asked you to go out with him. after that day, arvin was pretty much everyday there at your workplace, sometimes for food, sometimes to give you flowers. not even your diner owner’s disapproving stares could stop him.

arvin was completely falling for you after a few months of you both knowing each other but he had taken his time opening up to you. he never thought one day he could be this open about his past with anyone, but it came naturally when he was with you. so when you asked him about his family one day, all he could do was tell you nothing but the truth.

and you listened to him, running your fingers through his hair once in a while to calm him down.

months passed like this but your feelings could only grow stronger for the dark-haired boy. until you realised that what you felt for him was none other than the infamous ‘love’.

one crisp wintry december evening, you sat at the porch of his new house. it was a nice place, albeit very little and old, it was enough for the two of you. arvin was sitting on a rocking chair, just like his mother used to do. but this time you were on his arm as his head rested upon your shoulder.

“y’know?” he mumbled, making you look back at him, eyes leaving the falling snowflakes, “i usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you.”

it was thence that you realised that you loved him.

you gave him a soft smile, “stop with the flattery, arv, i already love you.”

arvin blushed at your straightforwardness. in all honesty he’d been waiting for the day he could say those words to you, never saying it before because he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

“i love you too, darlin’.” he smiled, loving the way it sounded. and on that day, arvin realised that he was definite of one thing for his whole life, that he would never get tired of saying that to you.

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[biracialdisaster]

Words: 582 ~ Pairing: Arvin Russell (The Devil All the Time) x female! reader ~ Warnings: none. Pure fluff. Written for @writerwednesdays and as a treat for my friend @the-not-so-silent-back-up

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“Come on. It’ll be fun! The fair hardly comes out here anymore!”

“Yeah, an’ maybe that’s ‘cause it ain’t natural t’ be spun around fifty feet in the air,” Arvin grumbles, but he squeezes your hand as the two of you head towards the bright lights of the fairground, set up for a week on ol’ man Cooper’s field. The big wheel glows in the approaching twilight, carnival music pumping out through the still August air.

It’s the height of a sweltering Virginia summer. The grass crunches a little under your sandals.

“Lenora sad to miss this?” You want to know.

“Naw. I’ll take her tomorrow. She told me to go enjoy tonight with you.” He pats his pocket with his free hand. “Been workin’ extra hours off route 60, savin’ up to win you somethin’ pretty.”

You stop and reach up to cup his cheek. “Prettier than your face?”

He ducks his head, the battered brim of his cap hiding his gaze from you. “Stop.

“Not when you look so cute when you blush.” You skim your thumb over the fresh cut on his cheekbone. “Something happen today?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “Just someone else botherin’ Lenora.”

Your heart squeezes. He has a protective streak a mile wide, but who’ll protect him? He might seem tough as the old workboots he wears, but inside he’s a marshmallow, soft and sweet and even vulnerable, in his own way.

“You can’t protect her forever,” you whisper.

His brow furrows and his hands clench into fists. “She needs somebody, and I’m all she’s got.”

You hug him tightly, pressing your ear to his heart. “She’s lucky to have you.”

His jaw works against your hair, but you run your hands down his back and feel him relax in stages, until he tips your chin up with one gentle hand. “C’mon. I didn’t spend hours sweatin’ my ass off in the less than stellar company of six other guys just to stand here. Let’s win you somethin’ to hold when I’m not around.”

You lead him to the Hook a Duck stand. He digs in his pocket for change, hands it to the carnival worker wearing a bright blue banana over his bald head.

“You reckon I got what it takes?” he asks, cheekily, and you treasure this lift in his mood. Arvin doesn’t have much to smile about, and you hold each one of his grins in your memory for as long as you can.

You squeeze him around the waist. “I believe in you.”

He scoffs, but you can tell by the way he squares his shoulders that you’ve made him feel ten feet tall.

He hooks three ducks with ease, hands them to the carnie, who asks which stuffed animal you want.

“Lady’s choice,” Arvin says proudly, hooking an arm around your shoulders.

You point to a golden brown teddy bear with a heart embroidered on its tummy. “That one, please.”

The man gives it to Arvin who presents it to you. You squeeze the stuffed animal with delight.

“He’ll be there when I can’t,” Arvin murmurs into your ear. “He can sleep in your bed. Keep my space next you warm.”

Your cheeks heat. “Arvin!”

He grins, and it’s devastating, this happiness on him, it’s everything.

You catch his hand, tug it. “Now the ferris wheel! And maybe some candyfloss! And the carousel!””

He mock-grimaces, but you hear the smile in his voice when he replies, “Lucky for you, ain’t in me to deny you anythin’.”

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[emmyrosee]

idk if you write for arvin or not, but what about patching him up after a fight? 🥺💕

CUUUUTE😭❤️

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Had it not been for the familiar musk of Arvin’s addictive scent, you would’ve screamed at the feeling of someone slipping in bed beside you. But when an arm tosses over your shoulders, the smell of stale cologne clouds your senses, and you cuddle into it closer.

“Hey, baby,” you mumble, kissing his knuckles. “Where ya been?”

“Had some business to take care of,” he murmurs back, kissing your head and holding you close. “I’m here now, doll, just go back to sleep.” You sleepily hum in agreement, licking your dry lips and-

Wait. What was that aftertaste?

Concerned, you open your eyes and look back down at the knuckles just a few inches from your face, the crimson blood adorning his knuckles dried and sticky, and you gasp and wipe at your lips. You quickly sit up, and Arvin groans in defeat.

Not only were his knuckles completely demolished, but his cheek had a large, inflamed gash across the bone, and his nose had spatters of blood coated along his Cupid’s bow.

“Glory, Arvin!” You scold, your thumb gently tracing over the busted knuckles of your lover despite the intense, scolding look in your eyes. “You wake me up for food, sex, ice cream, but not to patch you up?”

Despite your scold, he grins around his bloody lip, wincing as the newly formed scab splits down the middle. He dabs at it gentle before taking a sharp inhale through his nose, “it ain’t nothing new, sugar, wounds’ll heal, the important thing is I’m here with you.”

Unconvinced, you kiss the corner of his mouth gently to avoid another smear of blood, hopping up from out of your bed to retrieve the first aid kit in your bathroom. “It’ll be new when my spit makes it infected,” you warn, plopping back down on the bed and opening the kit.

He watches as you gently take his hand in yours, wincing softly as you wet a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the dirt from his wound. You stay in silence, focused on taking care of his knuckles, knowing better than to chastise him. It was in his nature. He was his fathers son.

You stick a large bandaid across his hands before throwing away the dirty cotton ball, grabbing a new one to clean the broken skin across his cheek. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“The son-of-a-bitch was wearing rings.”

“You know what I meant, Arvin.”

“Can I explain tomorrow?” He mumbles, peering up at you like a scolded child. “I’m just glad to be home with you now, dolly.”

You hum and gently kiss the tip of his nose, leaning your forehead against his as he hesitantly reaches out to hold you. “I’m glad you’re home too, Arvin.. even if you are in eight different pieces.”

He chuckles and closes his eyes, slowly starting to relax from his exhaustion under your touch.

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