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lunarbuck · 2 years

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Layin' Down the Law

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

WC: 4.7k

Summary: You’re never adventurous. Why not try something new at Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam?

Warnings: swearing, pet names [princess, angel, sweets], smut (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), s*x work, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, choking, handcuffs/restraint, overstimulation, spanking

A/N: Not only is this my first time writing for Lee but it’s also my first time writing about any sort of SW so please excuse any inaccuracies!! This was mega out of my comfort zone but i’m OBSESSED with how it turned out :))) please please please let me know what you think 💕

p.s. thank you to the lovely @purpleshallot and @mumbles411 for beta reading for me <3

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You sit at the bar, nervously stirring your cocktail. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. You’d made it this far; stepping into the house was the first step. Sitting at the bar was the second, and ordering a drink was the third. Step four is ordering one of the ‘services’ from the menu in front of you.

Various names and images are organized neatly on the menu. All of the men are very attractive, and their assorted talents make butterflies flit around your belly. You remind yourself why you’re here. Tonight is all about getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things.

You run your fingers along the text, searching for the perfect man. Your eyes fall upon one listed only as ‘The Sheriff.’ Even just from the photo, you can tell he is big and broad. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but there’s something darker there. There’s something in his gaze; you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from the photo. When you read his specialty, heat licks in your lower abdomen.

“See anything you like?” a woman asks from beside you. You quickly straighten up and stare at her. Your jaw falls open as you stare at the owner of this… establishment. You’re not too sure of the proper lingo.

“Oh, uh,” you stammer, trying to find your words. “Yes.” The woman, Lady Marmalade, smiles warmly at you and glances down at the menu in front of you.

“And which of my fine specimens has caught your eye?” she asks, running a long, perfectly manicured nail along the menu. You look back down at the photos and can’t help but be drawn to the Sheriff. Lady Marmalade must notice your fascination with the man because she lets out a contented sigh.

“He seems…” your voice fades out as you try to find the words to describe the man in the photo and the way he makes you feel even though you haven’t even met him.

“Would you like to meet him?” Your heartbeat thunders loudly in your ears, and you don’t realize you’re nodding until Lady Marmalade squeezes your shoulder and turns away. You quickly realize that she left with the intention of bringing the Sheriff over to you. After sitting in shock for a moment, you smooth out your shirt and skirt, trying to look a little more put together.

“Evenin’ darlin’,” a man drawls from behind you. You slowly turn on the barstool and come face to face with the man from the photograph. He leans against the bar, the fabric of his pressed Sheriff’s uniform pulling around his muscular arms and broad chest. His hat is tilted just enough to cast a shadow over half of his face. You suck in a breath and catch yourself staring into his bright blue eyes.

“Good evening,” you whisper back. The Sheriff grins, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

“My name is Lee, but I think you can guess what everyone calls me,” he says, an easy smile curving across his lips.

“They call you the Sheriff,” you laugh nervously and try not to stare at his mouth too much. “I’m not really sure how this works,” you admit. This just makes the man in front of you chuckle as he adjusts his belt. His tummy bulges over the band of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water.

“I can help you with that,” Lady Marmalade interjects, placing a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. She explains how payment works, the rules of the house, and makes sure you understand that your comfort is of the utmost importance. You nod along with her but find it hard to focus entirely on her words because of Lee’s heated stare.

Once everything is settled, the Sheriff reaches out and takes your hand in his, and leads you up the stairs to his room. Despite the dim lighting, you can see the dark wood of the furniture spread around the room. The large bed takes up quite some space, but still, there is a small sitting area in one corner, what looks like a desk in the other, and a few books stacked on a nightstand.

The Sheriff walks you to the sitting area and helps you into one of the plush leather chairs. He takes the seat across from you, and you wait quietly for his next move.

“So,” Lee begins, leaning back in his chair. His legs are spread, and his arms stretch out on the armrests. “What brought you in this evening?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt for a moment as you formulate your answer.

“I’m trying to do something new,” you reply quietly, averting your eyes from Lee’s powerful gaze.

“You’ve never done something like this before?” he asks, tilting his head. You glance up at him while keeping your head down. Everything this man does is attractive; you can’t help but be drawn in.

“No,” you answer. One of Lee’s eyebrows ticks up.

“Well then, you should always have a safe word. Somethin’ you wouldn’t say normally. If you don’t like what I’m doin’ or just need to stop, you say red, and I stop. No questions, no judgment. That sound okay?”

“Yes,” you reply, sighing with a bit of relief. At least he knows what he’s doing.

“In this room, you will call me Sir or Sheriff. You got that?” His words are sharp but hold no malice. He speaks sweetly, understanding where your nerves are coming from.

“Yes, Sir,” you squeak, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the use of his title.

“Good girl,” he replies with a grin. Lee stands and rests his hands on his hips, staring down at you. “But seein’ you in this outfit makes me wonder if you really are such a good girl.” His voice turns raspy and deep; it sends vibrations through your chest.

You turn your attention to your skirt. You’ll admit it’s a little short, but you don’t think it’s too bad. It’s plaid, almost school-girl-looking. You’d chosen it because it’s comfortable, but now you can see why maybe it would send the wrong message.

“You don’t like it?” you ask in a small voice, fiddling with its hem. You hear the shuffle of fabric, and suddenly Lee’s large shadow looms over you. He has shrugged off his blue Sheriff’s jacket, leaving him only in a white button-down and his slacks. Lee runs his hand along his jaw, the scruff on his chin making the perfect scratching noise against his calloused hands.

“I love it, princess, but I can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like this. What would people think?” You shift nervously, rubbing your thighs together without thinking about it.

“I’m not sure, Sheriff,” you say quietly. Lee crouches down and catches your gaze, captivating you.

“They’d give that skirt one look and think you’re a whore,” he says, practically purring at you. Something in your belly twitches when the word ‘whore’ rolls off his tongue. You’ve never liked the sound of that word, but when he says it… it sounds incredible.

“A whore?” Your heart speeds up in your chest; you know you’re breathing heavily.

“A whore,” he confirms, reaching up to take his hat off. “You want everyone to think you’re a whore?” the Sheriff asks sincerely.

You shake your head. You don’t want people to think that, no.

Lee chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “But you are a whore, aren’t you, princess?” Your eyes go wide as you suck in a shaky breath.

“No, Sir,” you reply. You don’t think you’re a whore; in fact, most people would say you’re quite the opposite.

Lee just hums, seeming to think he didn’t need to respond. Instead, he stands and begins to unbuckle his belt. You can see he’s already hard; his erection is pressed against his waistband in a way that looks almost painful. From the outline of his dick in his pants, you can tell that he’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced.

Lee slides his belt out of the loops and drops it on the chair behind him. You watch, unable to pull your eyes away from the movement. He smiles and reaches out, running his hand down your jaw to grip your chin in a few of his fingers.

“But tonight, you’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. You nod, hypnotized by the Sheriff’s deep blue eyes. “Yes, you are,” he breathes. Using his grip on your chin, Lee coaxes you up out of your chair to stand in front of him. He is a mountain of a man, and despite the height your shoes give you, you still have to crane your head to look at his face.

The Sheriff lets his fingers travel across your face, down your neck, and to your chest. His hands rest on your upper ribs, palms pressing ever so slightly against the edge of your breasts. Your breath hitches as you watch his grin spread, showing off the sharp edge of one of his canines.

His hands are heavy on you as they run along your body, but you welcome the pressure, his touch. Lee drinks you in, devouring every inch of you with a heated gaze. You do the same to him. The way his shirt stretches over his shoulders, his chest, his belly, it’s all so perfect. You find yourself wanting to lick every inch of him, to show him just how much you love his body, but for some reason, you can’t get yourself to reach out to him. His large hands cup your breasts from outside your shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours so badly.

Something takes over your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you sink to your knees in front of the Sheriff. You gaze up at him from your spot on the floor, and he smirks down at you, petting your hair and brushing it from your face.

“Whatcha doin’ down there?” He asks, cocking his head. You shift your gaze away from his eyes and to the bulge in his pants that is now in front of your face.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own words. You let your hands trail up his legs, and when you reach the button on his pants, you hear him suck in a breath. You flick open the button a moment later and drag down his zipper, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug them down his legs before looking back up at Lee for his approval.

“You wanna make me feel good, angel?” The Sheriff pats your head again, pushing you slightly toward the tented fabric in front of you. “Then do it. Show me how much you want my cock. Suck my dick like the pretty little whore you are.” Wetness pools in your panties at his words.

Lee helps you remove his boxers, and the second they’re down past his ass, his cock is in your face. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at the sight. Your eyes track his movement as he slides a condom over his length.

The Sheriff’s fingers tangle in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you lick up his shaft, base to tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue along the tip of his cock as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your throat. You’ve never seen a dick this big; you’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into now.

You sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, but you know the Sheriff wants you to go faster. His grip on your hair tightens as his restraint gets to its tipping point. You gag around his dick, and he snaps, pressing your head down further and further until your nose is nestled against the base of his dick. Your throat protests the intrusion, but you won’t lie; you love the way it feels to have him controlling your movements, to have his cock so far in your mouth.

After letting you adjust to his size for a moment, Lee starts to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy. He fucks your face, not caring about letting you breathe or the sound of you gagging.

“Your throat is so tight, princess. It’s squeezin’ me so hard. What a good little whore for me,” he grunts, holding you down at the base of his dick again. You moan around his cock and when you come up for air you try to speak, but he pushes your head back down. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”

One of your hands grips the Sheriff’s thigh while your dominant hand drifts down to between your thighs, finding your clit. The second you make contact with your pussy you moan around his cock. Sucking him off has gotten you so worked up that you feel like you could come any minute.

Your fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you to your peak almost instantly, but Lee pulls away just as you’re about to fall over the edge. He steps back abruptly and crouches down, yanking your arm away from your pussy.

Lee chuckles as you take heaving breaths, rubbing your thighs together to get any friction back. He tuts at you and stands, tugging you along with him. He drags you to the bed and tosses you onto the mattress, causing you to bounce a few times.

From the feral look in his eyes, you know you’ve done something wrong. The Sheriff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of shiny, silver hand-cuffs.

“What’re those for,” you ask, licking your lips. Your hands grip the bedsheets, and your body hums with nerves. You know what he’s going to do, but you want to hear him say it first.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He asks, stalking toward you. He opens one of the cuffs and grabs your wrist, fastening the manacle tightly. The Sheriff does the same with your other wrist, connecting the cuffs, so your hands are stuck behind your back. The cuffs are almost too tight, and there is almost too much pressure on your shoulders, but you don’t care. It feels so good.

You’ve never lived out these fantasies before. You’ve only thought about them in the privacy of your home. No partner ever knew about the depth of your depravity, but having the Sheriff call you a whore, having him cuff you, it makes your head spin. It’s perfect.

“No, Sir,” you reply, trying to maintain eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you.

“So why the fuck were you touching that pretty pussy of yours?” He grips your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back, exposing your throat. Lee’s other hand circles around your throat, squeezing it just enough so you feel it, but he doesn’t choke you.

“I wanted to come,” you say weakly, watching the heat of lust grow in his eyes.

“What a greedy girl,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. The Sheriff uses his grip on your throat to push you back against the mattress. “Such a dumb fucking whore,” he teases, positioning you on the bed so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air.

You feel the mattress dip behind you. Lee kneels behind you and runs his large hands over the backs of your legs and your ass. “You wanna come, right?”

Even with your face pressed into the sheets, you moan loudly. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s all you can think about, huh?” the Sheriff asks, flipping your skirt up to expose your panties and ass. “It’s the only thing your dumb whore brain can think of. Coming.” You whimper at his words, loving the way he speaks to you.

Your only response is to gasp, unable to formulate something to say.

“I don’t think you deserve to come,” he says, slapping your ass harshly. “You gotta earn that.” Lee shifts behind you, and a moment later, you feel the head of his cock press against the back of your thigh. You can’t help but wiggle your hips in anticipation of what is to come. He was so big in your mouth; you have no idea how you’ll take him in your pussy.

“Please,” you whimper, stretching out your fingers, hoping to grasp onto anything. The Sheriff spanks you again and positions his cock at your wet entrance.

“That’s right, sweets, beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought, and you arch your back even more.

“Please, Sheriff, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you moan wantonly.

“Good girl.” Lee presses into you and doesn’t bother to give you time to adjust to his size. His cock stretches you out so much that you swear he’s going to split you in half. Your breath hitches when you feel the press of his hips against your ass.

“Oh my god,” you shudder, feeling your pussy pulse around his thick cock. You can practically feel every ridge, every vein; you’re so sensitive. The Sheriff reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, princess. You’re taking me so well.” The hand that isn’t around your throat snakes down to circle your clit. The pressure is perfect, and you buck back against Lee’s hips.

He sets a brutal pace that takes your breath away and doesn’t give you a chance to think. His hips snap against your ass, pressing his cock so deep in you that you can feel him in your throat. Lee brings you right up to the edge, but he doesn’t let you cum. Every time you think he’s going to give it to you, he lets up on your clit.

“Sheriff, please, please,” you beg, sounding pathetic. The Sheriff bites out a laugh and takes his hand off your neck to spank you a few times.

“You don’t get to come until I say you do. I’m the law around here, princess. You do as I fuckin’ say.” You nod as best you can as he pulls out and switches where you’re positioned. Lee lifts your shoulders and sits against the headboard, legs out in front of him. “Come ride my cock,” he says sternly. You shuffle on your knees over to him, and he helps you position your knees on the outside of his lap.

The Sheriff holds his cock up for you as you sink down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on top of him. Your head tilts back as you moan, feeling him even deeper inside you than before. Lee leans his head back against the headboard, and his fingers flick open the buttons of your top, leaving it open to expose your bra.

You start to rock your hips as the Sheriff unfastens your bra, smiling at how it opens in the front as if you’d thought it all through earlier. Lee’s hands cup your tits, and his fingers pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves through you.

“Fuck,” you moan, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. Lee’s hands shift to grab your hips, lifting you and pushing you down over and over again on his dick. You love the way he uses you, the way he takes his pleasure from you.

“Show me how much you want my cock, angel. Show me what a fucking slut you are.” You take over the movements, rocking your hips and fucking the Sheriff. He lets his hands roam your body, groping and pinching at your sensitive spots while you bounce on his cock. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock,” he grunts, threading his hands through your hair.

“Mmh– I– fuck,” you babble, unable to come up with a coherent thought. The Sheriff smirks and laughs, low and deep.

“You’re so fuckin’ drunk on my cock that you can’t think, huh?” he taunts, putting on a patronizing voice. “Such a dumb little cockwhore.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes; being on edge for so long is getting to be too much. You’re sensitive and so, so ready to come.

You open your mouth again and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You just pant, working his cock hard.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, princess. I love watching my cock disappear in your perfect pussy. You’re being such a good whore for me.” You bite out a moan and pick up your pace, trying to prove that you’re worthy of coming.

“Sheriff,” you whimper, feeling yourself about to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” you chant, praying to Lee for your orgasm.

“You wanna come?” He asks, tugging your hair to tilt your head down close to his. A tear slips down your cheek, and you moan loudly as the Sheriff licks it up, trailing his tongue along your face. “You wanna come on my cock?”

“Please.” Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but Lee hears. He flips you around, so you’re on your back, arms pressed almost painfully into the mattress. The pain seems to push you that much closer to the edge. He leaves one hand tangled in your hair, and the other reaches around your neck, choking you. You suck in breaths as he pounds into your pussy, the sounds of your arousal and his panting music to your ears.

“Come on, baby, come like the fucking whore you are.” Lee shakes you a bit, slamming you into the mattress, and the impact pushes you over the edge. You come on a scream, convulsing and shaking like a woman possessed.

“Oh my god,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the Sheriff’s torso. He fucks you through your orgasm to the point where you’re almost too sensitive to take him.

Your face twists up as you resist the urge to tell him to stop. Even though it’s a lot, it still feels so good.

“Good girl, sweets,” he whispers, not slowing down his thrusts. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. You moan loudly and bite your lip as Lee laughs at your sensitivity. “What, you can’t take it? I thought you were gonna be a good whore for me tonight.”

You shake your head; you’ll be good. “I can take it, Sir,” you croak, staring into his striking blue eyes.

“Then you can give me another one.” Lee changes up his pace, slowing down but pressing his cock further into your pussy to go even deeper as his fingers continue stroking your clit. Even though you just came, you’re right back on the edge, the band in your belly about to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, choking on your words. Lee’s body presses into you, lifting your legs up around his shoulders so his chest can rest on yours. He bends you in half, and it feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, come again like the fucking slut you are.” At his command, you explode, white heat shooting down your spine. Lee’s pace falters, and you know he’s also about to finish. You clamp down on his dick, squeezing him hard. He growls and bites your shoulder as he comes, moaning loudly into your ear.

After a moment, Lee sits up, but he doesn’t pull out. He runs his hands down your torso, gripping your tits and hips, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. “You made a mess,” he says, eyes trailing down to where he’s still seated inside of you.

You pant, tongue wetting your bottom lip. Just from the look in his eyes, you know what he’s going to tell you.

“Clean it up.” Lee pulls out and stands near the edge of the bed. He grabs your hair and tugs you, so you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him. His cock drips with your combined arousal, and your mouth waters at the sight.

With your hands still cuffed, you have no assistance getting his dick into your mouth. You clumsily maneuver around his cock, bumping your face into the head a few times. The Sheriff just laughs and watches, holding your hair in his hands. When you finally latch onto his dick, you taste yourself on him and moan.

“You like that, huh? You like how your cum tastes on my cock?” You nod around his dick, licking the underside of him to clean him up. Despite just coming, he’s still semi-hard, and you love how he feels in your mouth.

You’ve never felt so used, but in this moment, you feel so so good. It’s like Lee can read your mind; he knows all of your dirtiest fantasies and makes them come true. You’re not sure how you’re going to go back to normal guys after this.

The Sheriff guides your head off of his cock and crouches down to be at eye-level with you. You stare into his deep blue eyes, which are nearly black at this point, but they still suck you in. His round face is tinged pink, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow. The way he looks at you is primal, like he wants you to hunt you down and break you.

You’d let him.

You feel a wave of pleasure run through you at the thought. Lee must notice because a grin creeps across his face. You watch as he stands and walks to the dresser, where he picks up a small silver key. The Sheriff steps behind you, uncuffing your hands. Your wrists are sore, but you don’t mind.

“You did such a good job, angel,” he says, helping you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, so he holds you against his side to support you. “Lemme show you how much I ‘preciate your hard work.” The Sheriff walks you over to the bed and helps you lay down on your back. Your arms reach out to your sides, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets below you. Your whole body is so sensitive. Your skin tingles from all the sensations.

Your legs hang off the side of the bed, and you watch as the Sheriff kneels down between your parted thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. He is face to face to your pussy, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You choke back a moan, unprepared for what is to come.

Lee presses sweet kisses to your inner thighs before letting his tongue wander to your clit. He groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. You can’t hold back the moan that practically erupts from you this time.

“Oh my god,” you whine, legs wrapping around the Sheriff’s head. His strong hands grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place while he licks and sucks your pussy.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, kissing your legs again. “Can’t ever get enough.” Lee’s talented tongue laps you up and brings you right to your peak. Goosebumps surface on your skin, and you shiver as he grips your thighs tighter.

“Please, Sheriff,” you beg wantonly, needing to come just one more time, though you doubt you’ll ever quench your newfound thirst for the incredible man on his knees in front of you.

“Come for me, angel, come on.” The Sheriff circles your clit with his tongue and sucks it between his teeth, grazing your sensitive spot ever so slightly. It sends you over the edge into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision goes white, and your whole body curls in on itself. Lee smiles against your pussy and sweetly kisses your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. The Sheriff situates himself on the bed and helps you sit between his legs. You curl against his broad shoulders, his belly providing the perfect cushion for you. He holds you close and rubs your back as you come down from the post-orgasm high you’d been floating in.

“How do you feel?” Lee asks, letting his fingers drift over your skin.

“Like I need to do this more often.”

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plentyoffandoms · 9 months

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Need You (Part 29) (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

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WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. Unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Ddlg, step-father/step-daughter. Reader is legal age.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

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I am sorry it took forever to get this out. I lost all inspiration for this story & fell back in love with the movie & Lee. This is just a short chapter

Summary: F/Reader is the step-daughter of Lee, who has taken care of her ever since her mother walked out on them. The two of them have always been able to keep the sexual tension at bay until one night.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

GIVE ME MY SON

The image of our home completely ruined. The same message in each room. The family portrait that hung over our fireplace, with my eyes crossed out.

If this was just about me, and I didn't have YN or the boys, I would have gone straight after the piece of shit, with each member of the police force behind me, but I have to get YN and the kids to a safe place.

Somewhere that no one knows about. So I took them my cottage. Only YN knows about this place. Not even my ex-wife does, so this is the perfect place.

We headed up to the cottage in the dead of night. I had Oliver and a few of the other follow in their own cars and left at different times.

I was rushing around trying to find anything that we could take. I packed the food that wasn't ruined and drinks. Baby bottles, clothes, anything that I could get my hands on.

"I will go shopping in the next town when we get low, okay baby?" I told YN, who I placed back in our car.

"I am just ready to go and rest, Lee." YN said softly to me as I slid into the driver's side. "It is a long drive. Sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure, baby."

The car was barely out of our driveway, and YN was fast asleep.

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It took a few days for us to settle into the cottage. It only had two bedrooms, and Owen didn't want to sleep in the same room as Ray and Don for the first few days, which was understandable.

So when I went to town, I made sure to grab some extra safety equipment. I had Owen help me put window locks on all the windows and a few more locks on the only door into the cottage.

So, for the first time in almost four days, Owen is sleeping in a different room than us. We still kept the doors open, including ours.

Which made it hard to find any alone time with YN, but YN sure as hell found a way.

It was the middle of the night, and I was out cold. I felt kisses on my face, and her sleepy voice saying my name.

"Come on, Daddy, wake up. I need you." I thought I was dreaming until I felt the kisses leave my face and go down my neck and check.

I then felt her palming me through my boxers. "Come on, baby. I am tired." And I was. All three boys have been waking up really early, and I just need to sleep.

"You just lay there. I just need to feel you." I opened my eyes when I felt the bed move. The only light in the room was coming from the moon and the stars.

I focused on my wife. She was wearing one of my old shirts to bed. The fabric clinging to her pregnant stomach.

I helped her climb on me. I gripped my cock with my free hand and I hissed through my teeth as she sat down, taking me completely inside of her.

Even though I have been inside her so many times, it always feels like the first time.

"You just lay there and let me do what I need to do." I knew she wouldn't be bouncing on me like she normally would be. Not with her how big her stomach is.

"Use me, baby."

My hands were resting lazily on her hips as she moved back and forth. Her head was flung back, her hands on my chest. My name mixed with Daddy, falling from her lips.

"That's it gorgeous. Use me. You close? Yeah, you are. I can feel you clenching around me. You need me to help you?"

She nodded her head.

"Use your words, baby."

"Clit." She gasped out.

"Need me to rub your clit?" Nod of the head. "Okay baby, I got you." I placed my thumb on her clit and started to rub it just how she likes it.

"Oh fuck....Oh fuck Daddy." The quiet gasp left her lips as her body shook. I was close myself, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her in still as I thrust up into her.

I shoved my fist into my mouth to stop myself from groaning loudly as I came. I instantly relaxed after days of being pent up and stressed finally left my body.

I moved YN off of me and placed her back on her side of the bed. I pulled her into my arms and we fell asleep.

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I was waiting at the meet-up spot to speak to Oliver. It was cool, and I had a lollipop in my mouth. I really wanted a smoke, but I didn't want to come home smelling like it as it made YN feel nauseous.

I heard a car coming up the road, and I had my gun already drawn just in case, but I lowered it when I saw it was him.

"How's it going, Oliver?" I asked him as he stepped out of the car and shook his hand.

"Good and you Lee? How is the family holding up?"

I sighed. I knew YN was going stir crazy. She misses her friends. She can't go to her appointments and I told him that.

"She is scared that she will go into labour while we are up here."

"She has you, Lee. You know how to deliver a baby."

We talked as we loaded up my trunk with the items he had brought up. It has been harder and harder to leave the cottage. So Oliver is getting everything, and I am repaying him.

"Hear anything?" I finally asked him.

"He seems to be hitting up all your usual spots. We think he or someone else has gone back to your home. We know he has gone to see your ex-wife, but she doesn't know anything."

"He desperate to get Owen. I wonder why though. He has other children out there that he doesn't have anything to do with." Oliver said.

"The other ones are girls. He probably wants Owen so he can morph him into his heir to the gang."

Which is not going to happen. Owen is going to grow up in a stable home with YN and I. Even if it is not stable right now, he is going to get an education.

YN has been working with him on his English and math, and he is a bright kid. He catched on quickly.

"I think you are right Lee."

"I know I am Oliver. I know I am."

Part 28 / Part 30 is coming soon

#reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #the devil all the time #the devil all the time smut #the devil all the time imagine #the devil all the time fanfic #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker smut #sheriff lee bodecker

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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Day 26: Somnophilia - Lee Bodecker

Kinktober Day 26: Somnophilia - DBF!Lee Bodecker

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, slight dubious content, secret relationship, age gap, somnophilia, fingering, masturbation, oral (f receiving), spooning sex, creampie, nicknames, no use of y/n

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He watches from the doorway, seeing you’ve fallen asleep waiting for him but that didn’t stop him from coming into the room, quietly as he could shutting the door behind him. For a swift moment, he simply watches the peaceful expression on your face, the deep breaths you were releasing as you dreamed about who knows what.

It seemed rude to interrupt such precious rest but he knew you wanted this, you both did so with steady footsteps so as to not cause the floorboards to creak, and he edged towards your bed in the centre of the room.

You look even more pretty up close, “you’re so darn beautiful sweet” he muttered under his breath stroking a single finger across your cheek as you lay in the middle of the bed on your back, face turned towards him.

Removing his work attire, this left him in his boxers and vest top. Taking a deep breath, he began to ease the thin sheet from your body, sucking air between his teeth as he saw you weren’t wearing any underwear, just as he liked, leaving you in just a sheer night dress that had bunched around the waist, almost like you had fallen asleep in this way, in preparation for him.

Swallowing harshly, he eased both of your legs out, moving to kneel between them, taking a minute to absorb all of your beautiful cunt before easing his cock out of the restraints of his boxers in preparation. He didn’t want to just fuck you, that would be cruel, he didn’t want to hurt you.

So instead, he placed his thumb against your clit, moving it in small calculated circles, seeing if this would cause any reactions. At first, it didn’t but as he added more pressure and moved quicker, he saw your breathing faster, eyebrows knitting together slightly in concentration before finally, you released a soft little whine.

God you would be the death of him, he thought as your hands clenched into the bed below, his thumb now swiping back and forth at a steady pace, the other hand was slowly pumping his own cock at the sight before him.

As another moan escaped your lips, he stopped his actions as it was slightly louder than the last one and he didn’t want to get caught by his best friend who was so graciously letting him stay with you both.

“Shh sweetheart, it’s ok, ‘m gonna make you feel good, honey”, Lee murmured lowly beneath his breath. You still didn’t wake but your body did visibly relax and now you could see the perfect view of your hole dampening in your sleep, the liquid spreading out with the aid of his fingers being coated, swiping over your folders before he placed them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, he needed to speed up this process, wanting to be inside you.

Moving to lie on his stomach between your legs, he ignored the way his cock painfully throbbed and instead held your folds apart giving him a better view of your cunt. He began by teasing your clit, repeating the actions that he'd done with his fingers in small circles, gradually building, then to swipes back and forth, noting the way your body clenched up again in arousal.

“Lee” you moaned, his eyes shooting up to see you were still asleep and his hips thrust into the bed in response, loving that you were dreaming about him, he had you wrapped around his little finger.

Trying his luck, he kept his tongue flat against your clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, not harshly but enough to have your back arching slightly.

You surprised him again by not waking up as he continued to move between different teasing moves against your clit, seeing how far he could push you before you woke. Each time he sucked your clit into his mouth, he did it more harshly, feeling your arousal dribbling out against his chin.

This was until he lined up one of his fingers at your cunt, entering slowly as he massaged your bud with his tongue and he heard you whisper his name more clearer but still with a hint of confusion, “Lee?”

Looking up at your body, he saw your eyes were barely open but they were looking directly at him, your hands moving like they were going to touch his hair but stopped short, resting on your own thighs instead. Without removing his finger from your pussy, he pulled his mouth back to speak softly, “hey sweet girl, it's ok, you lie back baby I'm going to make you feel good”.

You let him, having spoken about this before on the off chance that he couldn’t get away from your father in good enough time and you fell asleep before he could get away, the agreement was that you would leave yourself exposed and ready for him to gently wake you up.

It was startling but soothing to wake up with Lee’s mouth attached to your pussy, an odd sensation that was both tingly in your dreams but disorientating when awake.

With sleep still messing with your mind, you closed your eyes and just thought about the pleasure that was being given to you, aware now of the noise you were making, trying to not be too loud with the soft moans that you made.

Now that you were somewhat awake, Lee was able to have more control over what he could do as he eased in a second finger, loving the way your body reacted to the slight stretch, his tongue again dancing against your swollen clit. He knew the exact way to gain a reaction from you with the movement of his fingers, almost desperate now to be inside of you so he moved his fingers in and out with building speed, curling so that they hit against your special spot that had you seeing stars.

He was able to keep the movement up for a few minutes, enough that you had to bite on your hand to stop from screaming out as your orgasm developed quickly enough that you couldn’t warn him that you were about to cum except by kicking out your legs, back arching and twisting so he was forced to remove his face and fingers as you moved to your side.

The sheriff's hands wandered over your thighs, soothing you through your orgasm whilst also moving up the bed to be behind you, spooning around your back. Leaning over to kiss the back of your neck, he didn’t waste time with lining his cock up whilst you lay facing away from him.

“Here we go sweetheart, nice and easy” he muttered before pushing in slowly, curling his arm around your waist to hold you close to him as he peeked over your shoulder, seeing your eyes were once again closed, exhausted from both being woken and the intense orgasm.

His cock throbbed at the sight, pulling back until he was half out and then fucking back in with a quickened pace. Lee rocked the two of you together, feeling the way your cunt clenched harshly around him so that his cock brushed against every nerve.

Your body was alight with pleasure, it felt so good but you were still disorientated, simply just reaching down to grab onto Lee’s arm, pulling it up until you were nuzzling your face into it and holding it close to your body, using it as an anchor or support as he continued to fuck you.

Even in this position though he could fuck you the way he wanted to, the walls being too thin that your father would hear the slaps of your hips together so he had to move methodically, in and out nice and smoothly.

“Do you like that sweet girl? Like having my cock in you whilst you are half asleep?”

“Yes, sheriff” you answered in a pleading tone, also wishing he could fuck you harder, feeling that second orgasm already on the horizon, bucking up hips back against his to meet his cock halfway.

Lee groaned under his breath at the movement, feeling his cock brushing against your cervix with each roll of your hips, dragging him deeper and harder. As you began to feel tautness in your core once more, you raised his hand over your mouth, Lee understanding straight away that you needed him to cover your mouth to keep you quiet, not trusting your tired self anymore.

So with his hand around your mouth and cock deep within your cunt, he fucked the two of you into orgasmic pleasure, him quickly following suit and cuming in your cunt as your walls fluttered around him. It took you a few more minutes than usual to compose yourself, and sleep once again teetering on the edges as he pulled out, making sure to cover you back up with the sheet but not before having a good long look at the cum that was dripping out of your pussy and onto the bed, staining the sheets. You knew you’d have to get up early to clean them before your father saw them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweet” Lee whispered, stroking his knuckles across your face as you whispered, the sentiment back, basically already asleep, not even noticing when the sheriff had snuck back out of your door and into the guest bedroom.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker fanfic #lee bodecker one shot #the devil all the time #the devil all the time smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #mine*#sebastian stan smut

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mavsstar · 1 year

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GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

this is a sneak peak for you could be my daddy, um enjoy :D

“You wanna know what I don’t get?” Lee rhetorically questioned.

“What’s that?”

“That you’ve been to a rodeo before I have.”

“I have, haven’t I?” You stared off and pondered on the thought. “Well if it helps I was practically dragged to them most of the time.”

“How come?” he asked you.

“I had a friend named Garrett–”

“I already don’t like where this is going,” he interrupted.

“Oh hush,” you lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “Anyways he was a bull rider and he would drag me to every single rodeo there was in town. He said I was his good luck charm and I had to kiss him 3 times on the cheek before he went out.”

“I remember when he would accidentally move his head and I would kiss his lips instead of his cheek, it happened all the time” you added, giggling at the memory, “what a silly boy.”

“Dove?”

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.”

The ride to the rodeo was longer than you expected. Lee had forgotten to get gas the night before and had to make a “quick” stop to the gas station. Only it was the opposite of “quick”, cows blocked the road just as you were about to leave. The farmer’s wife was having a lot of trouble doing it on her own.

“Lee go help her,” you ushered him towards her.

“Why me?” he asked, “why don’t you go help her?”

“I ain’t going near those damn cows!” you exclaimed as you pushed him forward. “It’s one thing to admire them from up close but it’s another to actually touch them. Besides you’re a man, now go do man things!”

“Man things?” he chuckled, “what does that even mean?”

“To follow the orders their partner just gave them,” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest, “and to do them quickly.”

“You’ve been getting bossy lately, you know that?”

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!”

Lee raised his hands up in defense, “alright I’m going!"

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poemsforparker · 2 years

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ticket to ride - arvin russel | 18+ oneshot

(not my gif)

“I think I’m gonna be sad

I think is today, yeah

The girl that’s driving me mad

Is goin’ away”

pairing: arvin russel x f!reader

summary: there’s nothing holding you in this city.

content warning: 18+, smut right bellow the cut, unprotected sex, angst, bad words, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, movie spoilers.

a.n: first Arvin fic! (rewatching this movie really woke something in me). dark fics aren’t really my thing but Arvin Russel is not exactly a role model of mental health so I think this fits best.

song inspiration

Arvin’s breath was totally pathless, his dick pumping hard into you while his grip on your waist got stronger every second, like he was trying to get you impossibly close to his body. If someone could see his car from the outside, the weird way it was moving could definitely denounce the activities in the back seat.

"I'm so close, baby. You're taking my cock so well." Arvin says breathlessly on your ears, knowing exactly how to get you worked up. He needs no verbal answer that it had an effect in you when feels you tight around him right after his words. "That's right, honey. Keep going like that. Shit, I love you so much."

"I love you." You kiss him deeply like life depends on it and feel the knot on your stomach getting harder to hold, finally releasing on his dick. Letting your body rest on his.

"Come with me." You say after a long moment of silence, touching the subject you both been avoiding, feeling like the air around you was unbearably heavy holding this question in. You move your body up to get him out of you and sitting by his side, still waiting for an answer, that came after a heavy sigh from the boy.

"You know I can't, baby. Not after Lenora, I can't leave my family, not now that they need me the most." You sigh. He was right, you did know that, it has been like that for months now. You had your mind made that you were leaving, then it came to going say your goodbyes to Arvin, you give it to temptation, you both end up in bed or the back of his car.

You wanted to leave this town, more than anything, this place felt like poison, taking away all your hopes to forget the past and move on with Arvin. Like living here costed all your rights to be happy, or free. What you wished that was different, was the cost that such decision had implied to you. Arvin had people who needed him, he had a family. All you had was him.

Flashbacks come to you, at high school Arvin protected you quite literally with his own damn life. Threatening anyone who dared to touch a finger his girl to loose that very finger, or they ugly damn heads. At the time, you made plans with him to run away together when you grew up. Back then, it would just be another case of kids who ran away to try life on a near town, you’d come back to visit, send letters after settled wherever. It was the perfect plan to live a perfect life.

But perfect things do not exist.

It all started to go to shit (even more) when Teagardin showed up in town. You had a bad feeling about him since the start. Lenora, in her place, she had faith in people, specially if that person was the reverend, dear lord, why would she suspect they meant any harm?

But she should.

The man had the worst of the intentions. Of course, as a figure of respect in the city, who would be crazy enough to question anything that he said or did? But again, they should’ve.

After Arvin lost her, you were fundamental for him not to break down, although you were close to an attack yourself, you knew Arvin would need all support he could get, so you provided him that. You stopped him from crossing the line when he couldn't hold it together, but now, you now selfishly wished you didn’t.

If you had killed the bastard he’d have no choice but to run away with you.

“Let’s do it,” you say to him, hovering over his warm body again “let’s put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head and then we get the hell out of here.” you grin at him facing an expression on Arvin’s face that for the first time on years you couldn’t read. “C’mon, Arvin, you almost did it before.”

“Yeah... Almost, but you yourself talked me out of it. What changed?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Everything.” you kiss his jaw and cup his face to stare him deep in the eyes. “If you’re stuck here, honey, so am I. If you say no, that’s fine, I’ll stay here, with you, as much as try my fucking best I can’t go without you.” you fix yourself to sit comfortably on his lap and continue. “But if you say yes,” you start kissing down his neck between words “we get our justice and get the fuck out, just me and you, baby,” you peck his lips “what do you say?”

You can see Arvin put up a fight with himself behind his eyes, trying to still find some moral left on his brain, deep down, he knew the only thing holding him back from doing justice with his own hands was the fear he had of letting you down, now, seeing you like this, Arvin couldn’t find a single crumble of a reason not to, the offer was too inviting.

“I say I’m with you to the end...let’s do this.” You grin proudly at your boyfriend and kiss him with passion, knowing once in for all once your plan was complete you would never step on these cursed grounds ever again.

#the devil all the time #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell fanfiction #arvin russel fanfic #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #arvin russel x you #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel fic #arvin russel angst #arvin russel #dark fanfiction #dark fic

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thewxtchwhowrites · 8 months

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Hi 💖✨

I'm back after a long time of being a silent reader of one-shots and fics (I have some of them that I would love to recommend), and also thanks to those authors for making wonderful works.

Anyway.

That led me to the conclusion of making my own Masterlist of my one-shots and fics, mainly to have more order in my blog and because I really want to write again because I LOVE to write.

🔥 = smut

(ES) = español

(EN) = english

Dean Winchester

Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2

Hold On

Sam Winchester

Positions - Old and New version

Castiel

Lucid Dreaming - One Shot

Bucky Barnes

Bus Stop (EN)

The winner takes it all

Healed (requested)

Loki Laufeyson (soon)

Steven Grant (soon)

Marc Spector (soon)

Eddie Munson

Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2

Lee Bodecker (soon)

Charles Blackwood (soon)

Jefferson Hatter (soon)

Graham (soon)

Hook / Killian Jones (soon)

August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)

Nick Fowler

Dangerous Woman

PD: I'll probably re-write some one-shots (improve grammar and even plot, so stay tuned), but don't worry, I won't delete the original.

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branded-witha-j · 2 years

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Special Delivery

Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

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

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

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

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

Not beta read, so all mistakes are mine. Header made by me and done very poorly. 😆 Thank you for reading! As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Support your content creators.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatcha got for me?"

You stepped forward and thrust the letter in his direction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You still livin' up in the Holler?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's just up thatta way."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks again for the ride."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Lee."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doin'?"

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

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

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tuiccim · 23 days

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📣 Hey! Hey! Here we go!

Is there a fic you posted that you wish had gotten a bit more attention? Share the fic, please. ❤️

Thanks so much for asking, Navy! I'm gonna throw out a few series that haven't gotten as much attention as others.

Solace- This started as a one shot and grew. It's angsty AF but also fun and funny. It features Bucky Barnes, Brian Falsworth, a love triangle, lots of feels, and even more shenanigans.

A Scarred Enigma- I know this is not as popular because it's an OC but I love the character development in it. It has Bucky Barnes, fears, feels, and goes out with a bang.

The Taming of the Sheriff- Last but not least, I love this absolutely unhinged story. Written with my friend, @weekendgothgirl and featuring our love for a Villain Reader who is a baddie with bloodlust and the psychotic relationship she pulls Lee Bodecker (played by Sebastian Stan in The Devil All the Time) into. It's full of fun!

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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+

Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh

A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two

Bambi’s pov:

“Such a good girl.”

Good.

Girl.

The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.

It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.

You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.

He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?

You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?

“My dumb baby”

You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.

Maybe I really am dumb.

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Lee’s POV:

He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.

Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,

He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.

No Lee. This is your fault.

He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.

Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.

His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.

Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.

The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.

“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”

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Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick….

BOOM

The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.

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Lee was ecstatic.

He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.

Lee knew exactly what you needed.

He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.

“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.

His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.

“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.

His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.

“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.

You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.

But it never came.

Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.

The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.

“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”

“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.

“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”

Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.

Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.

It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.

Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.

Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?

You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.

Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.

“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.

He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.

“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”

He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.

“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.

Fuck, you knew just how to get him.

Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.

Why wasn’t I about to run?

Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.

“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.

Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.

Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.

“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”

Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!

“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”

No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.

But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.

“Yes sir.”

Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.

After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.

Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.

Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.

You wanted him back.

“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.

Not even two seconds later it opened.

“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.

“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”

Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.

It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.

You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.

You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.

Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.

Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.

The sight could have brought him to his knees.

Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.

Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.

He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.

His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.

“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.

Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?

Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.

“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.

“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?

Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.

You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.

“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.

Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.

Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.

It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.

Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.

“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.

“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.

You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.

Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.

Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.

“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.

You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.

“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.

You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.

You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.

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Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.

He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.

But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.

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Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.

Love, Bunny 🎀

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sugarpopss · 6 months

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Lee Bodecker Blurb (2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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amethystina · 9 months

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Wait wait wait you just watched Marry My Dead Body?!?? I need to commiserate then holy shit. I watched it yesterday because I was travelling and also figured it be a fun goofy film to watch while stuck in transit for hours and then suddenly it was over and I was sitting there in goddamn TEARS. I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO BE SO EMOTIONAL. IT MADE ME LAUGH AND THEN ALSO STABBED ME IN THE HEART. I feel like it played me for a fool, but in the best possible way. What a good ride it is :’)

OH MY GOD SAME.

Well, except I was at home and went: "I'll watch this before going to bed, I'm sure it'll be a fun time" and, I mean, it WAS but it also wasn't. Like, after I finished it I just sat there, not knowing how to contain all the emotions I was experiencing. How the fuck was I supposed to sleep after something like that?

I genuinely had no idea what to do with myself (I still kind of don't tbh). I did NOT expect to cry as much as I did. Quite a few things can make me cry but this just hit me right where it hurts. And I didn't expect it, in any way, shape, or form. I was completely unprepared.

It was supposed to be a silly comedy!

But, like, for real? The "my husband" moment? You should have HEARD the fucking noise I made. It was guttural. I was fucking obliterated.

(and oh man, I so desperately want to make people feel that way with my writing. I am so, so inspired!)

Long story short, I'm emotionally compromised and I have absolutely no regrets. I just love, love, love becoming this invested in a story and I'm still neck-deep in feels. It's been two days already but my thoughts just keep returning to this movie, time and time again.

So I'm guessing I'm going to rewatch it in a day or two x'D

#Amethystina Replies #wolfandrain #Marry My Dead Body #This won't be something I write a fanfic for tho #I don't have anything to add #Like I genuinely can't think of anything to write because I'm afraid of ruining my current feelings for this movie #I want to leave it just the way it is #So I guess I'll have to find and outlet somewhere else #And considering the level of emotion I'm itching to convey?#Time to get back to Who Holds the Devil I guess #Since that's the only story I have right now which is intense enough #I am going to wreck some shit up #Which was planned all along by the way #I usually take a break after a big emotional climax #But I actually did the opposite this time #I paused because I needed to brace myself for what's to come x'D #So I apologise in advance I guess #This will hurt

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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Goth Farmer

Goth: horror themes, mysterious and dark, mysterious Farmer: rural, tractors and machinery, animals, traditional

Here is my submission for @the-slumberparty's What's Your Aesthetic graphic challenge. I can't believe the slumber party is slowly coming to an end 🥺🥺 I've been having such a blast connecting with so many kind and talented creators while getting back in the writing groove. I am already looking forward to the next slumber party 😊😊

For this challenge, I got goth farmer and immediately thought of Arvin Russel. It was easy since The Devil All the Time already has southern gothic themes.

#navy and roo's sleepover #navy and roo sleepover #the slumberparty #whats your aesthetic challenge #arvin russel #the devil all the time #tom holland #arvin russel fanfic #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel x you

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interestsinarmor · 1 year

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WILLARD RUSSEL//WARM HONEY

{SMUT}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Feelin' down?"

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

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

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

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

"How'd you use it?"

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

"Any children to help?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think God likes watching?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need you inside me,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#the devil all the time #smut fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #female reader #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard x reader #devil all the time #fanfic #fanfics #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #smut #x reader #imagine #bill skarsgard imagine #hemlock grove #clark olofsson #bill skarsgard fanfiction

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mavsstar · 2 years

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𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︱𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂︱𝟒𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬︱𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟!), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞︱𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞! 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 @gutflorizts-library 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑

After Arvin’s empty threat you didn’t leave the house for 3 days in fear you would run into him. Lee had to coax you out of your room like you were a scared dog he was trying to rescue that he found on the side of the road.

“Dove, you have to go out at some point,” Lee sighed. “Lenora has been askin’ about you. What am I goin’ to tell her?”

You looked off to the wall as you tried to come up with an excuse. “You could tell her I’m still sad about my mama.”

Lee placed his hands on his hips as he shook his head. “Are you still sad about that?” He sincerely asked. “You don’t really talk about it.”

“There isn’t much to talk about. She left and that’s that,” You shrugged.

“Don’t you miss her?” He questioned. “At least a little bit?”

You chewed on your lip as you thought about his question. “I do,” You said after a period of pure silence. “I miss the idea of the kind of mother I wanted. I’m grieving something I never once had.”

“Dove…”

“I was such an idiot,” You laughed through your nose as tears collected in your eyes. “Everytime she would give me a small hug or even a smile I would automatically forgive her, thinking she wasn’t the bad guy I made her out to be. The guilt would eat me up each time and I would think I was the bad guy. But then the cycle would repeat and in the end I would never learn my lesson.”

“I’m really sorry Dove.” Lee’s hands went straight to your hips and rubbed soothing circles on them, his favorite way of comforting you. Your hands wrapped his neck and you pulled him for a short simple kiss.

“S’okay,” You quipped. “I’m just a bit scared I’ll turn out like her when I have children.”

“You’ll be a great mother Dove,” Lee assured you. “Our children will absolutely adore you. I’m sure of it.”

“Our children?” You asked with a dopey smile. “You want children with me?”

“Who else would you have children with?” He playfully asked. “You plannin’ on leaving me?”

You instantly shook your head, “No ‘course not.” After a few seconds of silence you spoke again, “But do you really think of havin’ kids with me?”

“That's all I ever think about Dove. I just imagine you all big and swollen with my baby,” He said while rubbing your stomach. “Barely able to walk and you have to ask me for help. You have no idea how much I want it.”

“And how many does Sheriff Bodecker want?” You asked, your hands fixing his tie.

“As many as you want to have,” He answered. “You want 3? I’ll give you 3.”

“Fine but I want a bigger house,” You started.

“Done.”

“And a big yard for the kids to play in-”

“Done.”

You bit on your lip to contain the smile that was bursting at the seams, “I also want a nice flower garden-”

“Already in the making Dove. Anything else?”

“I want you to be there by my side as my loving husband.”

Now it was Lee’s turn to contain his smile. He placed his chin on top of your head and wanted nothing more than to stay in that exact moment until God decided his time on earth was up. “Then I’ll be just that Dove, a husband devoted to his loving wife.”

You went to pull away from his grip, Lee growled and encased you tighter against him. “Lee you have work, can’t be runnin’ late.” You mumbled against his work shirt.

After a couple seconds his grip loosened but still remained around your body, “You’re right. Fine I’ll let go.” He dropped his arms and proceeded to walk to the door. “Dove, I really want you to try and go out, we really need groceries.”

You followed right behind him towards the door, “I’ll try.”

Before he left the door, he kissed your forehead lovingly like he always does before leaving work. “Arvin won’t do a thing to you, I promise.”

After Lee left you headed towards the fridge. When you opened it you did indeed need

groceries. There was barely any food and all that was left was yogurt that was 3 days past its expiration date, a couple of eggs and the half eaten banana.

You mustered up all your courage and left the house. Good thing the grocery store was only a 5 minute walk. When you arrived at the grocery store you unfolded your grocery list and began to shop.

“There you are!” Lenora exclaimed, pointing her finger at you.

Startled, you jumped like a cat and clutched your list close to your chest. When you saw Lenora your body relaxed. “Jeez Lenora, you scared the crap outta me. You ain’t gotta yell.”

“Well I ain’t apologizing,” She said. “I haven’t seen you in 4 days. You haven’t been callin’ me. It seems like you’re been avoiding me. What the hell is goin’ on?”

Arvin is what’s going on, damn bastard has me shaking in my boots. “Nothing is going on,” You responded.

“Bullshit,” Lenora retorted. “Come on Y/N don’t start lyin’ to me, tell me what’s going on.”

One thing you could never do was lie to Lenora, she could see right through you like glass.

“I had a stomach bug,” You began your lie, hoping she would buy it. “It was terrible Lenora, I couldn’t stop throwin’ up. I could barely get up from bed.” You waited for a couple seconds, seeing if she would buy the cheap lie.

“Oh why didn’t you say something, I would’ve came over and made you some soup,” She chuckled. “That’s what friends are for silly. You are feelin’ better though right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, a lot better.”

“Good because you and I are going dancin’ this week.”

Your eyes widened in shock, “Dancin’? With who?”

“There’s some cute soldiers passin’ by and why not thank them for their service with a good time,” She beamed. “Who knows we might even find the one?”

You laughed, “Yeah the one to dance the devil’s tango with.”

“Either way we’ll have fun,” She winked. “What do you say?”

“As much as I would love to, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to go,” You said, grabbing fresh tomatoes. “I have a feelin’ Lee won’t be okay with that.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

You quizzically furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” She got close to your ear, whispering, “We can sneak out.”

You walked past the produce, heading to the cashier. “If we get caught Lenora it’ll be the end of us.” You handed your basket to the cashier while she scanned. “I’ve been caught before and trust me it ain’t fun.” You paid for your groceries and started to head out the store.

“We’re only young for so long Y/N,” Lenora whined. “We never have this kind of fun. Soon we’ll have to start looking for a husband, next thing you know we’re 25 with 2 kids and we didn’t have any fun.”

“Fine,” You gave in and stopped dead in your tracks, “But Lenora we cannot drink, got it?”

“Got it,” She repeated in a disappointed look.

“You girls goin’ to the dance?” A feminine voice asked.

You both turned your heads and saw it was Cheryl. She was sitting on the rails of the porch, filing her nails away.

Cheryl was a tall 27 year old woman with deep ginger curly hair that she often wore in two pigtails with bows. Her brows were always nice and kept and her teeth were pearly white. All the clothing she owned was 2 sizes too small for her to purposefully show off more skin than what was needed. She was a hairdresser by day and a whore by night.

You didn’t like Cheryl very much, you had your own reasons just like everyone else had. The only reason you talked to her is because she has the best tasting fruit and vegetables. She sure did like you though, she always greeted you with her famous smile and sometimes a kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe,” You answered. “Are you?”

“Duh,” She said as if it was the most obvious thing. She got up from the rail and strided towards you, “A chance to meet me a stallion? Sign me up.” She tucked her nail file away in her back pocket, “You know you two should go, meet some nice boys and give them a very nice thank you. I’ll even take you.”

You chuckled uncomfortably, understanding her innuendo. “I think a dance is a good thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” She shrugged her shoulders. “If you do decide to go stop by the salon and I’ll get you both dolled up. It’s on the house.”

“Thank you Cheryl, we’ll let you know,” Lenora thanked her.

“We should really get going,” You started to pull Lenora away. “Have a nice day Cheryl!”

“You too sweetheart!” She waved goodbye, her eyes focused on the two of you.

Lenora waited until you were well out of her earshot to start talking. “It might just be me but I feel that there’s somethin’ off about that lady.”

“She’s a homewrecker Lenora,” You replied like it was nothing.

“What?” She gaped. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s why Mrs. Watson is no longer Mrs. Watson and is now Ms. Banks.” You explained. “She said something about not being able to have certain men gets her gears goin’ and she will do anything to get them.”

“Jeez,” Lenora commented.

You went on with your day like usual, cleaned the house, made food, folded laundry, etc. When you finished you waited for Lee to come back home not only to ask him about his day but also about the dance.

“Dove, I'm home!” Lee yelled from the front door.

You walked towards him with your arms opened. You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself on your tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips, “How was work?”

“Pretty calm today,” He answered. “I’m enjoying it now because Friday night is goin’ to be absolute hell.”

“About Friday night…” You trailed off, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“What about it?”

“Lenora and I really want to go-”

“No, you’re not going.” Lee cut you off. “No way in hell am I goin’ to let you dance with them.”

“Aw come on Lee,” You attested. “It’s not like I’m goin’ to dance with them. Besides, you just told me I need to go out.”

“Dove you’re going to a dance to dance. I don’t want another man touchin’ what's mine.”

“Please Lee, I won’t even dance with them. You’re the sheriff, you’ll be there anyways watchin’ me.” You pulled out your puppy eyes, your secret weapon. “Pretty please.”

“My final answer is no.”

It was the day before the dance. You wanted to ask Lee again to go but you knew he would just say no again. You knew the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so why not make Lee’s favorite pie to let you go to the dance.You were at Cheryl’s backyard, picking the best looking peaches. She was close by, you could tell because it reeked of cigarette smoke.

“You goin’ to the dance?” She asked you.

“No, Lee said I couldn’t,” You answered, picking another peach.

“You might find it hard to believe but I used to be just like you Y/N,” Cheryl said, taking another drag of her cigarette. She saw your confused expression and continued, “I was quiet, obedient and innocent. Had I rebelled a little bit in my teen years maybe I wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“I really can’t do anything about it,” You shrugged. “He’s the sheriff, if I sneak out he’ll find out.”

“I understand him though, you’re a pretty young thing. Any man would fall to their knees the minute they see you,” She stepped closer to you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, you know. The man has been struck with cupid’s arrow.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, even if I was blind I would still know there’s something goin’ on between the two of you.” She took another drag before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it. “Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone.”

You picked the last peach and stuffed it in your basket. “Well I got about 6 peaches, how much do I owe you?”

“Just keep them, not like I’m using them anyways.”

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yes I’m sure now get goin’ before Lee gets home and the pie ain’t finished.”

“How did you know I was goin’ to make a pie?”

“You only come here for fruit when you’re goin’ to bake a pie for him,” She responded. “It’s adorable, you must really like him.”

“I do,” You responded. “I really do.” You left Cheryl’s garden, rapidly walking home to start on the pie.

You’ve gotten so used to making pies that it didn’t take you long to make one. The only thing that bothered you was how long it took to bake. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth eating the leftover peaches while you waited for Lee to come home.

“Dove?” Lee called out for you. “I'm home!”

“I’m in the kitchen!” You yelled in response.

“Something smells good,” Lee complimented as he entered the kitchen. “What’cha making?”

“Peach pie,” You happily replied. “It’ll be done soon.”

“As much as I love your sweet pie,” Lee licked his lips, pushing you down on the counter. “There’s something sweeter I want to try.” Lee had a rather difficult day at work today. He had a racy dream the night prior about you sitting on his face, crushing him with your thighs and the image has been stuck ever since.

“Like what?” You nervously asked as he pushed up your skirt to your stomach.

“Relax,” He smirked, rubbing your legs to attempt to relax you. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

You nodded in response, not trusting your own voice. Lee planted kisses on your inner thighs, seductively sucking on your supple skin, being sure to leave marks. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach the higher he went. His fingers hooked the waistband of your panties and he dragged them down, throwing them to the side when he pulled them over your ankles.

His large hands spread your legs open and he started to dip his head down. Your breath was becoming labored, nervous yet excited to what was about to come. Lee licked a broad stripe on your pussy, the action made your legs close around his head. The action felt foregin, it wasn’t bad. Just different.

Lee repeated it again, only this time it felt so much better. Your labored breaths turned into gasps with every lick. You whined when Lee pulled away, “You want me to keep goin’?” He asked with a shit eating grin.

“Please never stop.”

Lee returned back to his favorite palace, your thighs and latched his mouth on your swollen clit. You tasted like heaven, he spent so many nights tossing and turning just dying for a taste. Just like last night. If he could, he would have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert.

Your nails dug into your palms from the overwhelming pleasure you’re sure you drew blood but you didn’t care. Anything to keep feeling like you’re on cloud nine. You felt a familiar pressure building up only it felt stronger and it was coming faster than it ever has before. Your body moved on its own accord, helping you chase pure nirvana. Any coherent thought left your brain when you felt his tongue create intricate circles on your clit.

“That feels so g-good,” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “But I feel funny…” You started to prop yourself on your elbows.

Lee unlatched his lips for a brief moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers, keeping that pleasure going. “What do you mean funny.”

“Like I’m goin’ to pee,” You whispered in embarrassment.

Lee chuckled, pushing you back down gently. “I promise you, you’re not goin’ to pee. Just let it go.”

“Okay.”

You allowed yourself to let the pressure build up again, concentrating on letting it go. Just let it go Y/N. Just let it go. Yes. Yes. Oh god yes. Your legs tremble around his head as you let go. “Lee!” You shouted as you gushed on his face. When you realized what happened, you were absolutely mortified. “Oh my god Lee, I’m so sorry-”

“S’okay Dove,” He assured you. “It’ll happen sometimes, especially when you feel real good.”

Still stuck in your post orgasm haze you just nodded, “Uh huh..”

“My dumb baby,” Lee cooed as he heled you dress back up. You tried getting off the counter but your jelly-like legs made you fall down. You looked like a baby deer trying to learn how to walk. Lee luckily caught you but not without teasing you.

“Dove if you’re like this with my tongue alone, I can’t imagine what you’ll be like after taking m’cock.”

“Lee!” You gasped, lightly smacking his chest.

“What it’s true, I bet you won’t even be able to walk right after.” He placed his hand on your lower stomach, “Bet you’ll still even feel me right there.” Lee dragged you over to the dining chair, settling you on his lap.

“So Lee about the dance…”

“Still a hard no Dove.”

Well it was worth a try.

The day after the dance you passed by Cheryl’s house again. You and Lenora found a recipe to make a strawberry shortcake in her recipe book and decided to make it.

“So how was the dance?” You questioned, bending down to pick the strawberries.

“It was wonderful!” She cheerfully said. “Oh Y/N, darlin’ you should’ve been there. They were so cute and such gentlemen. My feet are sore from all that dancin’.”

“I’m glad you had fun Cheryl,” You smiled at her. You got back up, closing your basket. “Well I got everythin’ I need. I’ll see you later.”

You were walking out of Cheryl’s garden when you saw Arvin outside, waiting. “Hey Arvin,” You greeted. “What are you doin’ here?”

Arvin started to walk up to you, “I was just passin’ by. What are you doin’ here?”

“Came by to pick some strawberries,” You lifted your basket. “Cheryl has the best fruit in town.”

It looked like luck wasn’t on your side tonight when Cheryl peeked her head over the fence and yelled, “Tell your man to stop hoggin’ the pie and share some with me!”

Avin’s face dropped and he turned to look at you. “You’re still with him?” Arvin asked in disgust. “I can’t believe you.”

“You know Arvin I don’t get you,” You scoffed, having enough of Arvin. You were tired of him dicitaing your choices and you were about to let him have it. “Tellin’ me it ain’t right for me to be with Lee when you’re not so innocent yourself.”

“Because it isn’t.”

“You have no idea what is right and what is wrong.” You pointed your finger to his hard chest. “You’re nothing but a goddamn hypocrite,” You seethed through your teeth.

“I may be a lot of things but you can’t call me a hypocrite,” He declared, taking a step back.

“Really?” You questioned, your fists clenched by your sides. “What was Cheryl then? SHe was nothing?”

“That’s different,” He retorted. “You can’t compare that to this.”

“You’re right, it is different. What happened to you was worse.”

Not too long ago you found out about Arvin’s and Cheryl’s brief affair. You were at the station waiting for Lee to finish up. Cheryl sat right beside you drunk as a skunk, that’s when she let the secret slip out through her lips.

“You know, it’s a shame you’re lettin’ a guy like Arvin go,” She slurred out.

You cocked your head to the side, “Why would you say that?”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, “Not only is he a fine young man but he is great in bed.”

Your body stiffened at her statement, “You’ve slept with Arvin?”

“Oh honey the only reason we stopped is because you came along otherwise we’d be going at it like rabbits.”

You were beyond shocked but you felt the need to know every single detail you could get. “When did it start?”

“Last summer,” She answered in a dreamy tone. “There he was being cute as a button and I just couldn’t resist. He had no idea what to do, poor sweet thing.”

“But wasn’t Arvin just about to turn 17? Ain’t that illegal?”

“Shh,” She shushed you. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Arvin was about to open his mount, getting ready to protest but you spoke before he had the chance. “You better not tell me it’s because you’re a guy. That is nothing but horseshit.”

“A man has needs Y/N.”

You scoffed, “Please, you don't think I have needs?” Arvin remained quiet and chewed the inside of his cheek. “If it’s not so wrong like you saying it is, how come no one knows about it?”

“Because it's no one's business,” He retorted. “And it’s definitely not yours.”

“Then what goes on between Lee and I isn’t any of your business,” You countered, crossing your arms. “All I know is Lee has treated me with nothin’ but respect. He sees me for more than what is between my legs, can’t say the same thing about you.”

“So really Arvin, who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do with my life?” You continued. Arvin again stayed silent. “Arvin you mean a lot to me but if we’re going to be like this all the time then it’s best we cut off ties before it gets really nasty and one of us gets hurt.”

Arvin truly loved you and would’ve done anything to keep you close. Even now he still wants you close but with Lee in the way, he doesn’t think he has the strength to sit back and watch it all happen. “I can’t just not do anything Y/N. Not when I’m watchin’ you being taken away from me to a man that doesn’t deserve you.”

“So this is it then?”

“I don’t know…I need some time Y/N.” It was the last thing Arvin said before walking away.

Arvin sulked with his hands in his front pockets all the way home. He weighed both options, stay and lose you to Lee or leave and lose you to Lee. He wasn’t going to win in the end but at least he could have you close by. Then he thought about how much it would hurt to witness you live the life he wanted to live with you.

The cherry on top of his night was when he saw Lee parked right outside his house. Anger flashed through his body and stormed right up to Lee.

“What are you doin’ here?” Arvin fumed, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

“Came here to drop Emma off,” Lee calmly explained. “I saw her walkin’ alone and I gave her a ride. Is there a problem?”

“You know damn well there’s a problem,” He spat out. “You need to leave Y/N alone or else.”

“Or else what? You and I both know there’s no way in hell I’m goin’ to do that,” Lee dismissed Arvin. “At least not on my own will.”

“I’m goin’ to make sure the whole town finds out the kind of person you are, I swear by it.”

“Go right ahead boy, I ain’t scared of you,” Lee said. “But do that and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Lee decided he had enough and left Arvin. He drove off in a hurry to get out of his presence. He saw Arvin as some parasite you just couldn't get rid of but he was going to do it and he was going to do it the hard way. He only knew one person who could really help him voluntarily. So he stopped by their house, knocking on their front door.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, what can I do for you sheriff?”

“I need a favor from you Cheryl.”

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