#dark!lee bodecker x reader

[navybrat817]

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for Valentine's day ficlets ❤️❤️❤️

Could I please have "Go ahead, lock your doors, change your phone number. I’ll still find you.” with Lee Bodecker, pwetty pwease? Thank you!!!

Oh, this man! @perdidosbucky-yyo , since you had also requested Lee.

Late Night Visitor

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: The sheriff pays you a visit one night.

Word Count: Over 710

Warnings: Possessive behavior, implied noncon, abuse of power, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You were getting ready for bed when someone knocked on your door. You hadn’t invited anyone over, and it was a bit late for a surprise visitor. Grabbing your robe with a nervous breath, you tiptoed toward the front of your house. Times like this you wished you didn’t live alone. 

Maybe if you had someone looking out for you, they’d keep you safe from-

“Open up, sugar! I know you’re in there!” you heard from the other side of the door. “Ain’t polite to keep the sheriff out in the cold, so show me some hospitality and lemme in.”

You swallowed. Lee Bodecker. People either feared or respected him, or both for some. He thought he ran the town just because he had a badge, and maybe he did. 

But he never inflicted any kind of power over you. He was kind when he stopped into the diner at the same time and day every week. Used his manners with you, always left you a nice tip. So you started bringing some pie you baked from home and gave him a slice to go with his meals. You were just being polite. Nothing more.

You should’ve known he’d take your kindness as some form of courting.

“Bet you’re sweeter than any slice of pie, sugar,” he once said, lust in his eyes that he didn’t bother to hide before he tipped his hat and left.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, resting your hands against the door as if it would keep him out.

“I was hungry and wonderin’ if you had any of that pie for me to eat,” he said. Your stomach rolled as you imagined him licking his lips. “I know you bring ‘em from home just for me.”

“I was being nice,” you said, shrieking when he slammed his fist against the door.

“So was I. ‘S’why I kept them boys off your tail. Smart girl, don’t tell me you forgot?” he snarled. “Time to pay up.”

You closed your eyes. Some guys were giving you a hard time one night during an already painful shift. You mistakenly asked Lee if he could politely ask them to leave. He did. And while they didn’t care to listen to you, they shut up pretty quickly when Lee showed his gun. He made sure they all left you a nice tip, too.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, sugar,” he promised, leaving just a few moments after the group did. 

You found out the next day that Lee arrested them. Something about open alcohol containers and harrassment and resisting arrest. None of the guys around two looked at you twice anymore. You heard the whispers and saw the sneers from some of the women. Everyone thought you belonged to the sheriff.

That was the problem. You weren’t anyone’s property, and Lee would own anyone who ended up with him. That couldn’t be you.

“I didn’t forget. It’s just…” you tried to come up with an excuse. “It’s late, and I’m going to bed.”

“Just lemme in, sugar.” You froze when the door handle jiggled. The unamused chuckle that followed almost made you run. “Open the door and open them legs for me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You backed away when the handle jiggled again, your heart leaping to your throat. “Please, just go, or I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Call the cops? I am the law, Sugar,” he reminded you. He was right, and none of the deputies would help you. “Will you run? Hide? Go ahead! Lock your doors, change your phone number. I’ll still find you.”

You covered your mouth, but it did little to contain the scream you let out when Lee kicked the door open and stepped inside like he owned the place. You couldn’t back away or run as tears spilled over. Your body knew he was going to own you before the night was over, and you couldn’t fight even as your mind screamed.

“Makin’ me work for it? Not very nice, sugar,” he rumbled, strolling forward and gripping your arm. 

“Please…” you prayed. God wasn’t listening. Not today.

“Wasn’t gonna use the cuffs on you ‘til later,” he smirked, digging his finger in until you whimpered. “But I guess we’ll start tonight.”

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[nash-dara]

GHOST LITTLE LIBRARY

Hello! Welcome to the Library of Ghost, feel free to scroll around. Below are the list of the Characters I write for. You can also request something about them, just message me. Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoy it.

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Glide - Bucky Barnes x Reader [Friends to Potential Lovers], Comfort Fluff/Little Bit of Angst

Long Live - Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader [Grumpy x Sunshine/ Friends to Potential Lovers], Modern College AU, Comfort/Fluff

LEE BODECKER (SOON)

DAEMON TARGARYEN (SOON)

SIRIUS BLACK (SOON)

DRACO MALFOY (SOON)

CEDRIC DIGGORY (SOON)

FRED WEASLEY (SOON)

GEORGE WEASLEY(SOON)

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS (SOON)

[navybrat817]

A man meant to serve and protect, but uses his power to get what he wants. 😈

An Officer and a Gentleman

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, anal, cheating (sort of), name-calling.

This is dark!(silverfox)Lee Bodecker x (married)reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job.

Note: I had the first half sitting around and finished it so here ya go. It takes place in the 70s so Lee is older and it was inspired by an article I read about the creation phone sex lines by a housewife in the 70s (which now of course I can’t flippin find). But anyway, here you go.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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The sheriff sat down in his usual spot as you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your apron. He set his hat on the table and tidied his greying hair. Even at his age, his locks were thick and looked soft. Strands of brown lined the shining silver and shone under the diner lights.

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Know What I Want » Lee Bodecker

Week of October 1st-5th

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Lee comes over to “talk to your dad”, already knowing he not home, but he wants you instead.

Warnings: Smut (18+), soft Dark, language, age gap (reader is in her 20s), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, size kink, name calling (slut), pet names

What about dark!soft!Lee Bodecker, who comes home to you to “talk to you father” who isn’t at home and he knows but he wants you🤭🤭 (requested by @buckys-wintersoldier) thank you for this idea bestie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

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“Coming!” You shouted when someone knocked on the door.

You opened the door and seen the Sheriff. You smiled at him and stepped aside to allow him to walk inside your house.

“Are you here to see my dad?” You asked.

“Nope.” Lee answers, already knowing that your dad isn’t home. “I’m here to see you.” He says, putting his hands on his hips.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Did you break any laws lately without realizing it?

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“No. I just wanted to come see you.” He says, sitting down on the couch.

You gave him a smile before sitting down next to him. Your hands smoothed out the front of your dress. Lee couldn’t help but notice how pretty you look in your dress. He licks his lips at the way it fits you.

“You know why I’m here, right?” Lee asks.

“To wait for my dad to get home.” You answered cluelessly.

“Nope.” He replies. “I’m here for something else and you know what it is, sugar.” He says huskily.

“No I don’t.” You say.

Lee chuckles and shifted himself in his seat so he was facing you.

“You know what I want.” He put his hand on your thigh. “You.” He says.

You looked down at his hand on your thigh and politely pushed it off. He put his hand back on your thigh, squeezing it.

“We- We can’t.” You say, sounding innocent.

“Yes we can.” Lee says with a smirk.

You watched his hand slide further up your thigh till it reached your panties. You gasped when his fingers rubbed your pussy through your soft cotton panties.

“N-No.” You stuttered.

“You may be saying no, but your pussy isn’t.” He says.

You hate the way your body is reacting to him, but in a way you liked it. Lee moved your thighs apart and pushed your dress up to your hips. He then pushed your panties to the side.

“You’re so wet, darlin’.” His fingers rubbed in your slick. “I bet you were expecting me to come by, weren’t you?” He says.

“N-No.” You answered.

“Don’t lie to me.” He says.

You nodded your head yes. A gasp left your lips when he slide two fingers in your pussy. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He thrusted them in and out of you at a decent pace. His thumb began rubbing your clit while his fingers fucked you.

You began breathing heavily. You looked down at his hand in between your legs, watching his fingers fuck your pussy. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, darlin’.” Lee says.

You shook your head no. Lee’s hand grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together.

“It wasn’t a question.” His voice sounded dark. “Do as I say.” He says.

You stared at him and nodded your head. Lee let go of your face. You let out small whimpers and moans. The sounds of your whimpers and moans went straight to his cock. His cock felt uncomfortably hard in his work pants. You watched as his hand rubbed his cock through his pants for some kind of relief.

“You want my cock, sugar?” He asks.

You just stared at the bulge in his pants and nodded your head yes. That wasn’t a good enough answer for him. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you yelp.

“Use your big girl words.” He says.

“I want your cock.” You blurted out.

Lee took his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine.

“Take your panties off and give them to me.” Lee says.

You stood up and took your panties off, giving them to Lee. You were confused on why he wanted your panties, but you didn’t question it. He put them in the front pocket of his pants. You watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. He lifted his hips to pull his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. Lee leaned forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you onto his lap. You were straddling him.

“Put my cock in your pussy.” He orders.

You blinked at him a couple times before following his orders. You stood up on your knees, hovering over his cock. Lee bunched up your dress above your hips. You reached in between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his cock. You lined his cock at your entrance and slowly slid down onto it. You gasped at his size. You’ve never had a cock this big in you.

“S-So big.” You stuttered.

Once his cock was fully inside of you, you looked at Lee, waiting for further instructions.

“Ride me.” Lee orders again.

You put your hands on his shoulders, rising yourself up, only leaving his tip inside of you and slide back down. You rode him at a slow and steady pace, but that wasn’t enough for Lee.

“Faster.” He demands.

“But-” You were about to protest, but stopped talking.

“Don’t make me spank you.” He warns.

Your eyes widened at the small threat. You obeyed him and increased your speed, riding him faster.

“That’s it.” Lee mutters. “Good girl.” He praises.

Lee’s hands pushed the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and pulled down the top of your dress down, revealing your breasts to him. He licked his lips at the sight before attacking them with kisses and marking them up. You gasped when you felt his teeth bite your skin when he marked you up. He leaned back, walking your breasts bounce as you rode him.

“What would your daddy think if he caught you riding the Sheriff’s cock?” Lee says tauntingly.

“Daddy can’t know about this.” You managed to say without moaning.

“Why’s that, sweetheart? Your daddy think you’re an innocent good girl?” He lightly chuckles again. “You’re just a little slut riding my cock.” He says with a smirk.

Normally, you don’t like being called a slut, but the way Lee says it sounds hot. You’re not sure what’s gotten into you as you rode the Sheriff’s cock, but you kinda like it.

Your nails dug in his uniform shirt. Lee could feel your nails through his shirt. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze, catching you off guard. You lurched forward against his chest when he did that. Lee chuckled at your reaction. His hands remained on your ass cheeks while you rode him.

You could feel every vein of his cock. You love the feeling of his cock rubbing along your walls. Your pussy clenched around his cock when it reached that one spot inside of you, hitting it perfectly. A loud moan left your lips when his cock hit it twice in a row.

“Found your little spot, didn’t I, sugar?” Lee says in a cooing voice.

You moaned in response. One of Lee’s left your ass cheek and was placed on the back of your head. He pulled you in for a filthy kiss, catching you by surprise. You moaned against his lips. His tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough for him to slide his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring every part of your mouth.

Everything about this is dirty and you knew it. So does Lee. Riding the Sheriff is the most dirty of all. You didn’t seem to mind it. At first you weren’t too sure about it, but now you’re completely fine with it. Lee on the other hand, was loving everything about this.

Lee’s free hand found its way to your clit and began rubbing it. Your hips bucked against his hand and hips at the feeling. Your pussy also clenched around his cock at the feeling. His other hand played with your breasts. His index finger and thumb pinched your nipples, making you squeak. A tingle shot through your body when he pinched them.

You felt your orgasm slowly start to build up. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You riding him and Lee rubbing your clit helped build up your orgasm more and more.

“Can- Can I cum?” You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up in shyness.

“No.” Is all he says.

“But-” You stopped talking when he gave you a warning look.

“You can cum when I cum.” He says.

You whined. That earned you a smack on your thigh, making you jolt a little bit.

“Quit your fucking whining before I give you something to whine about.” Lee says.

You nodded and continued riding him. Your orgasm was building up even more. Lee could tell by the way your pussy was clenching around his cock. His own orgasm was building up as well. His hands tightened on your hips with a bruising grip.

“Fuck…” Lee moans, tilting his head back against the couch.

Lee came inside of you a short moment later. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, making a white ring at the base of his cock. One of Lee’s hands left your hip and went down to your clit, applying pressure and rubbing it in fast circles.

“Cum for me, sugar.” Lee says.

That’s all it took for you to cum. A pornographic moan left your lips when you came. You came so hard you soaked his cock. Your legs were shaking by the end of your orgasm. Lee gave your clit a particularly rough rub before he stopped rubbing it. Your movements came to a stop as well.

Lee helped you off of him and sat you on the couch next to him. You watched him stand up, putting his cock back in his boxers and buttoned up and zipped up his pants and buckled his belt. Lee turned to you and without warning, he put his hand on the back of your head and kissed you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

“See you later, darlin’.” Lee says with a wink.

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[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 14

Warnings- Fluff, mean town people. Lee being Lee.

You made a crucial mistake by locking eyes with Lee Bodecker.

As he stepped out of his car, he was instantly captivated by your appearance. The combination of your light blue overalls and a white crop top, coupled with the way you bit your lip before speaking, left him practically smitten.

Bodecker was utterly captivated, and his attraction was evident in his wide-eyed gaze. He was practically swooning, his thoughts consumed by you.

“Sir, these guys had a misunderstanding, they were mistaking our friend to be some killer and attacked us. We just tried to defend and the locals are not even listening to us!!!”

“Don't worry mam.” Lee says in a serious tone

“Y/n” You introduced yourself to Bodecker, your name sounding sweet to his ears.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Ari's lips, noticing how you remained kind and courteous, avoiding the formal titles like “ma'am” or “miss.”

You preferred to be addressed by your name alone, just as you consistently showed concern for him and willingly shared the burden of taking on the goons.

Bodecker surveyed the scene, his gaze flickering from you to Ari before resting on the defeated men sprawled on the ground.

He prodded one of them with the toe of his shoe, issuing a warning. “Well, next time I catch you messing around, no amount of weed-smoking is gonna save your sorry asses!” he growled.

He then turned his attention to Peter, his gaze intense and commanding. “You!” Bodecker began, his voice stern.

The local townsfolk's anger flared once again, and one of them spoke up, their voice laced with accusation. “Lee, arrest him! He killed Father Teagardin and your sister and her husband!!!” the man shouted.

Soon, the entire crowd joined in, their voices clamouring in unison, urging Bodecker to arrest Peter.

“Sir that's not whoever the killer is, they just look alike. Peter is innocent and I can prove his identity, please believe us.” you plead.

Lee, still captivated by you, found himself in a dilemma amidst the townsfolk's demands. Clearing his throat, he addressed the crowd.

“People, we believe in proper justice,” he declared. “I'll take the boy with me. If he cannot prove his identity, I'll arrest him and ensure he is punished.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing through the air as they showed their support for Lee.

Meanwhile, Peter appeared on the verge of fainting, struggling to process the chaos unfolding around him.

Ari, however, had a brilliant idea. Grabbing hold of Peter, he quickly maneuvered them towards Lee's car. “Hey, Sheriff!” Ari called out. “If you don't mind, can you drive us to the motel? Our car is there. Can we tag along?”

You stepped forward, standing directly in front of Lee. “Sir,” you addressed him with a firm yet pleading tone.

“Lee...” he introduces himself to you.

You looked directly into Lee's eyes, a soft smile playing on your lips as you initiated the conversation. “Lee,” you began, your voice steady and firm. “That's a nice name...” you continued. “Can you please drop us? We can show you the proof.”

Lee was clearly smitten, and it didn't surprise you in the least. He quickly agreed, even stuttering slightly as he offered to drive you to your destination.

With a sly grin, he ushered you into the passenger seat, granting him a perfect view of your exposed skin.

Even as Lee started the engine of his cruiser, several people lingering nearby continued to stare intently. Ari urged the sheriff to pick up the pace, but Lee seemed in no hurry, taking his time with the journey.

Finally, having had enough, you seized control of the situation. You commanded Lee to stop the car.

As he began to protest, you firmly gripped his hand and guided him into the backseat, settling him between you and Peter.

A quick glance backward confirmed, that some of the locals were still within sight, prompting you to shout at Ari to accelerate.

Lee's unease was evident as he protested, his voice laced with tension. “This is against the law!” he exclaimed. “You cannot kidnap me!”

Ari, who was watching him through the rearview mirror, couldn't help but smirk at Lee's discomfort. “We are not kidnapping you, Lee...” Ari calmly explained. “You were driving too slow, and I don't trust those people. They won't hesitate to kill us.”

You spoke patiently, “Lee, you're smart,” you began. “If Peter was the killer, why would he risk entering the town? You know deep down that he's innocent. He's working so hard and also studying at MIT simultaneously.”

Lee's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of MIT. Turning to Peter, he asked, “Hey kid, you study at MIT?”

Peter responded nervously, stuttering slightly, “Yes, Lee...I mean, Mr. Bodecker, sir.”

Lee was visibly puzzled, his expression marked by bewilderment. “This is wrong...” he mumbled. “People are depending on me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. “Lee,” you said firmly, “just tell them that we proved Peter is innocent. You can deal with them.”

Lee furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why will I do that now?” he repeated, skepticism evident in his voice.

Ari couldn't help but let out a chuckle, his tone cheeky. “What's your price, Sheriff?”

Lee's eyes widened, and he instinctively licked his lips in response. If you didn't know any better, you could swear it was one of the sexiest things you had ever seen. But really, it was no match for Lloyd, who was in a league of his own. Still, there was something undeniably cute about Lee's shy demeanor.

“A full bag” Lee replies. “Done, anything else?” Ari asks him. “No...” “Good” Ari smiles.

“God, Lee,” Ari continued with a smirk, “you're adorable. I could seriously kiss you right now.”

Ari's cheeky remark caught you off guard and caused Lee to choke on air. His reaction was so adorable that you couldn't help but laugh.

With a sly grin, you teased him, repeating Ari’s words. “God Lee, you're so cute. Even I would like to kiss you.”

Lee's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he awkwardly shifted in his seat, accidentally revealing a glimpse of his hard bulge to Peter.

“Promise?” “What?” you ask him with a smile. “The bag and?” he looks at Peter then back at you.  “Oh…” you realize he was serious about the kiss, so you ask him, “Me or Ari or both?”

He turns red again and is silent the entire ride.

Something about Lee, was both endearing and somewhat innocent. Though the man was full of desires, there was something that made, you and Ari believe that Lee might be a good guy.

As you arrived at the motel, Peter quickly scurried out of the car and slipped into Ari's vehicle. You instructed him to wait inside, and Ari promptly grabbed a bag from the trunk before handing it to Lee.

You didn't question how the bag had been prepared. Spending time with both Lloyd and Nick had taught you the importance of being prepared. They had always emphasized the need for being ready for various situations.

Lee accepted the bag, his gaze lingering on you and Ari.

You exchanged a knowing look, and you made the first move, playfully kissing Lee's lips. He was so lost in the kiss that he didn't even realize when you had stopped.

Ari then took his turn, leaning in and kissing Lee with a fervor that was different from your soft touch. His kiss was hard and intense, causing Lee to visibly shiver.

After the intense exchange, Ari smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Lee before grabbing your hand and walking toward the car.

Lee stood there, still reeling from the shock, as he discreetly rearranged his pants. You leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Take care, Lee.”

Ari followed suit, moving closer and adding a playful wink alongside your words. “She's right, you know,” he whispered, winking again before both of you continued toward the car.

Ari turned the car around and came to a stop near Lee, who was still standing there, a bit flustered. Ari rolled down the window, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I'll see you soon, Sheriff,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “And if Y/n doesn't mind, we both will come to visit you soon, except Peter, of course.”

Peter, blissfully unaware of the underlying meaning, looked back and forth between you and Ari, his expression one of confusion.

You leaned slightly over Ari to confirm, “Yes, I don't mind at all. I would love to tag along to visit you.”

Lee raised his pinky towards Ari, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. “Promise?” he asked. Ari grabbed Lee's pinky with his own, sealing the promise.

Then, Lee turned towards you, extending his pinky in anticipation. You mirrored his gesture, linking your pinky with his.

Ari retrieved his phone and exchanged numbers with Lee, waving goodbye as Lee made his way back to his cruiser.

As the three of you journeyed home, you said with a hint of shyness, “I'll miss him.” Ari chuckled softly, agreeing, “Me too.”

Peter, ever the observant one, chimed in with his own remark, “I won't mind missing him or this town!”

His words caused you and Ari to burst into laughter.

Part 13- Part 15

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Born

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader  CW: Dark Lee, dark themes, gaslighting, dub!con, cum eating, parental abuse, parental death, implied age gap, daddy kink, manipulation, references to Lee hitting reader, religious themes, sex, breeding, non-graphic murder, Reader doesn’t see it this way but UNHEALTHY RELATONSHIPS. A lot is left vague but still, please take warnings into consideration. 

“Y’know, Honey, some people were born just so they could be buried, but not you, you were born just to be mine.” 

He’d said it the first time with his pants undone, limp cock still sticky with cum hanging lewdly from the open fly of his uniform pants. He’d said it as he forcefully guided your head down, insistent upon you cleaning up your mess, because it was your mess, you’re the one who didn’t place the pepsi cup right. Even though the cold congealed globs of semen made you gag, settling heavily in your stomach like paste, you knew it was something you had to do. Taking responsibility was a lesson you’d learned early in life at the end of your Daddy’s belt. Ever since he’d died, shortly before Mrs. Bodecker, Lee took over for him, reinforcing it at every opportunity,  he was just looking out for your best interest. 

Besides, and you shuddered to say it, afraid it teetered too close to speaking ill of the dead,  Lee was a much better Daddy. He only slapped you in the wake of truly serious offenses, like shirking a wifely duty or meeting up with friends without permission, and most of his spankings were intended to instill pleasure, not pain. Most special of all he gave you a purpose, you didn’t think you had one of those, but he made it clear you did, you were born just to be his. It was a tragedy about his wife, a freak accident, but you liked to think it was all part of the Good Lord’s plan, how could it not be when her and your father’s deaths served to bring you and Lee together. As awful as it was, as much as you worried over damnation for even thinking it, it was the truth. Through their deaths you had been reborn, given a purpose, or rather shown your purpose as it was always meant to be- you were his. 

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“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was a growl as he fucked you from behind, fingers locked around the back of your neck, pressing you face first in the mattress as he took what he wanted. 

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was a sweet whisper as he kissed and licked his way up your neck, sucking reminders into your skin, sweet bruises to mark his claim and his desire. 

“You were born just to be mine.”  Sometimes it was almost desperate, pleading, like when he fucked his cum back into you and spoke about how you’d make him a Daddy for real. 

“You were born just to be mine.” No matter how he said it you knew it was true. 

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“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks as he pulls the trigger on your Daddy. 

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks as he cuts the break-line of his wife’s car. 

“Some people were born just so they could be buried,” Lee thinks, often, all the time, about damn near everyone, but not about you, never you. No, you were born just to be his. 

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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡

♡ Series Pairing: Soft Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Series Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping

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⇨ Chapter One

→ He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

⇨ Chapter Two

→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.

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Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part Two

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

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Part 1

You sighed as Lee asked you again who H might be. You weren’t going to keep up the pretence any longer.

“You already know. He just had a little crush, Lee. It was nothing. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d act like this” you told him defiantly, your exasperated tone masking the fear you felt underneath.

“Is that so?” asked Lee as he inspected the paper.

“Yes” you replied sourly, drying the plates and putting them back in the cupboard.

“Then why’d you keep the note?” he asked coyly. “Why did you hide it in your dresser? Imagine my surprise when I was tryin’ to find my cufflinks and stumbled across a love note to my wife from another man”.

“Like you give a shit” you spat.

His hand gripped your wrist and he span you around to face him. “Look at me” he growled.

Your heart was pounding when you saw his face, his eyes were ablaze with anger and his jaw tight. His nostrils were flared as his chest rose and fell. He was incensed.

But so were you now. You’d had enough.

“You’re hurting me” you replied calmly.

“When did you fuck him?” he muttered through gritted teeth.

You were frightened of him, but you also had nothing left to give. Your energy reserves were depleted. Finally, you’d had enough.

You dropped his gaze and coolly wrenched your wrist from his firm grip before spinning on your heel and heading to the stairs.

He grabbed your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. “Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me” he barked as his fingers dug hard into your arms. “Answer the question”.

“Let go of me” you told him bluntly, staring at him audaciously. Your body trembled and blood thumped in your ears but your anger was fuelling you.

“You gonna hit me, Lee?” you snapped as you looked into his dark eyes. “Huh? Just get it over with. I don’t care anymore”.

He’d never hit you before, but you’d had many close calls.

He snarled, easing his grip off you and then staring back at you in horror. He had never seen you like this. It had completely caught him off guard.

This wasn’t how he thought this was going to go, he couldn’t understand how you’d managed to turn this around on him.

You took this moment of confusion to run up the stairs. You pulled your suitcase from the closet and began to pack.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” Lee yelled as he stormed in behind you.

“I’m leaving you, Lee” you told him sharply as you chucked random clothes into the case. You didn’t even know what you were packing.

“You’re��leaving me?” he scoffed. “You fuck another man and you’re leaving me??”

You silently continued to pack, ignoring him. He suddenly wrestled you onto to the bed, pinning you hard against the mattress as you began to scream.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetness” he bellowed as you struggled against him. You tried to kick and hit your way out of his grip but it was no use, he was too strong. His heavy body straddled you and pressed your wrists into the sheets.

“Tell me, now!” he shouted in your face.

Finally, drained from fighting you began to sob, wailing and allowing yourself to go limp. “Please, Lee…I can’t anymore. I can’t”.

His expression changed from anger to confusion as he watched your tears fall. “Wha-”

“I’m not happy, Lee. I can’t do it anymore. Please just let me go, please. I know you’d be happier without me too”.

“What??” he exclaimed. “Honey, I love you”.

You shook your head from side to side. “No…no you don’t. You’re never here” you uttered between sobs. “You would rather prop up the bar than be with me. Or be with whores. Don’t deny it again Lee…I’ve seen the lipstick marks, found the stains on your underwear. I’m not stupid”.

His eyes widened as he stammered to find words but you continued. You couldn’t stop.

“You don’t talk to me. You don’t pay attention to me. You don’t FUCK me. Y-you broke my record player and didn’t even replace it, and you know how much my records mean to me. I’m all alone by myself most of the time and I can’t even dance anymore” you cried. “You took my music from me”.

Lee gasped, unhanding your wrists as he lent back onto his knees. You trembled between his thighs. Everything had just come tumbling out and you couldn’t stop it.

“Jesus...honey” he said softly.

“Just let me go, please” you pleaded.

“So Harry was…” he trailed off.

You nodded as your bottom lip wobbled. “It only happened once. I’m sorry, Lee. I’ve just been so lonely. He was so attentive, he listened to me. He even danced with me. Y-you…haven’t done any of those things in so long” you whispered.

His expression was impossible to read but you flinched, covering your face in case he lashed out. Instead, he just climbed off of you and began pacing the bed. He looked shellshocked.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” he spluttered.

You shook your head, cowering on the bed as Lee’s face fell into his hands.

“Oh fuck. Oh Jesus” he mumbled. “Was it here?” he asked calmly.

“No” you whispered. “We went for a drive in his truck, when you had poker night” you said sheepishly.

Lee pressed his head against the wall. “Fuck”.

“C’mon, you don’t get to act all high and mighty - you cheat on me all the goddamn time” you growled at him, finding your anger again.

He turned to you, aghast. “Not like this” he said weakly. “I know I’ve fucked up before sweetness but it never meant anything. It was just sex. This wasn’t just sex” he said venomously.

“You’re a hypocrite” you spat. “You fuck whores in your car all the time. You won’t even fuckin’ TOUCH me. You don’t get the moral high ground here”.

Lee stared at you, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He knew you were right.

You sprang off the bed and continued packing.

“Stop that” he growled, yanking the case from your hands and flinging it to the floor. You shoved him and snatched it back again.

He was panting now, his rage building.

You paused for a moment as a glint of metal from his pocket revealed his car keys, your eyes darted to them for just a second, but he spotted it.

“Don’t even fuckin’ think about it” he warned.

But you were so far gone now you didn’t care. All you felt was anger and contempt, your fear had dissipated. You no longer had anything to lose.

You managed to snatch the keys from his pocket and made it halfway down the stairs before he caught you, tackling you to the ground as your body slumped across the steps beneath him. You howled as he tried to rip the keys from your clenched fist and you pushed your other hand’s outstretched fingers against his face to move him away. He responded by restraining your wrists against the stair and locking your hips between his strong thighs. You squirmed and flopped uselessly beneath him, he grunted as he held you in place – his teeth bared.

Your furious eyes met, your faces so near that your noses were nearly touching. You realised you hadn’t been this physically close to him in a long time and took a second to inhale his familiar scent. His weight on top of you was stifling yet you couldn’t believe it transported you back to happier times when you had been closer, when all was better. You gasped as you realised his erection was digging into you.

His breaths were short and urgent and before you knew it his tongue was in your mouth and you were writhing against his crotch. He freed one of your arms to undo his fly and push your briefs to the side and suddenly he was inside you and you were both crying out. You told him that you hated him and he told you that he loved you and that he would be better now and suddenly your orgasm was approaching. His mouth was on your neck and you were clenching hard around his cock as you came undone. He was deeper than he’d ever been before and he filled you to the brim as he came, spilling out onto the stairs beneath and you loudly cursed knowing you’d have to clean it.

You stayed like that for a while and he held you, he wouldn’t let you get up but just sealed you in his strong arms as your back pulsed from lying awkwardly on the hard stairs. He told you that he couldn’t let you go because then he’d lose you forever and so you sobbed gently on his shoulder until you fell asleep.

He carried you to bed and you slept all night, even late through the morning – waking up at nearly eleven. You crept downstairs and he wasn’t there, but he’d left you a note saying he’d be home by five. He had left several things out on the kitchen table for you.

A brand new record player, pristine in its box.

The Your Heart Belongs To Me vinyl, snapped and broken. A stack of shiny new records next to it.

A single cheeseburger, cut perfectly in half.

You sighed heavily, retreating back up the stairs to unpack your suitcase.

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HE SAID PUSH IT OUT !??WHAT !!!?? 😭😭😭 had to start fanning myself. I love when reader is a brat and starts challenging what ever character, very much enjoyed 10/10

The Wrong Idea | Lee Bodecker x reader

summary: you weren’t exactly a rebel in the eyes of the law, but that didn’t mean you cared for the corrupt, alcoholic town sheriff.  and that certainly didn’t mean you would care at all for him marrying your mother.  if only you’d known how much worse it could get…

word count: 4.5k

warnings: smut!! (heavy dubcon/noncon), age gap (reader is 19), stepcest, loss of virginity, pain kink, creampie kink, infidelity, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, choking, slapping, daddy kink, authority kink, subtle ddlg themes?, reader’s mom being toxic af

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To Someone From a Warmer Climate

summary. On Halloween night, a storm rages on outside your door. But when the sheriff of the nearby town arrives and reveals his true nature to you, you will be caught in your own storm in desire and fear.

characters. Witch!Reader x Demon!Lee Bodecker

wc. 4.8k

warnings. Non/Dub!Con, Forced Mating/Marriage, Housewife Kink, Threats and Mentions of Violence, Blood.

an. Happy Halloween! Thank you for joining me for my first Halloween Collection.

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It was the Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve…Halloween. A storm raged on outside, but you could still feel the moon’s power from behind the clouds. The storm itself actually made you feel calm, content, knowing you were safe for the night in your cozy cabin. You’d put out an extra place setting on your table and even dribbled some candy across it just for fun. You were planning a mute supper of the delicious smelling stew bubbling away in your crockpot (much more convenient than a cauldron, in your opinion).

Cooking was your specialty in magic, infusing spells and potions into food to help absorb them faster, and strengthening the effect. Tonight, you were testing a new potion to infuse with the stew; made to keep you warm and give you strength through the cold winter months. After dinner, you planned to cozy up to by the warm fire and tuck in with a collection of scary stories with some Nina Simone records.

 Suddenly, a loud banging noise outside the door made you jump. At first, you thought it was just the storm, but you heard someone hollering, you rushed and threw open the door, fearing it was some poor lost soul. Instead, there stood a mountain of a man.

Tall and stocky with a wide brim hat doing its best to keep rain off his face where dark blue eyes peered at down at you. Soft pink lips pursed in a thin line were framed by 5 o clock shadow. He wore a black windbreaker with a shiny gold star pinned to his chest. You knew him; Lee Bodecker, the sheriff of the local mortal town just outside the wood.

                “Evening ma’am, may I come in?” Wiping your hands on your sweater and crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed him suspiciously. However, you couldn’t sense anything too malicious about him. You stepped back, letting him enter and watching as he easily crossed your threshold. You knew your dwelling was protected from negative forces. You’d made well and sure of that.

                 “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked as you shut the door, not wanting any trouble and trying to be polite. You knew sometimes the teenagers of the town came into the woods to drink or fuck, especially on Halloween night. You’d hoped the storm would keep them away, but if the sheriff was here, maybe something had happened.

                “Wellness check, ma’am. I got a call from some little old lady that said she knew there was a woman living in the woods. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t been flooded out.” He explained. A smile spread across your lips as you breathed a silent sigh of relief.

 There was a woman whose farm backed up almost into the woods. Since her husband died a year ago, a few times a week you would go and help her with some of the chores; and she would give you milk, eggs, and fruits and veggies from the farm. You would also bring her soup and healing herbs when she was sick. She wasn’t aware of your powers, but always thanked you when she remarkably felt better the next day. Of course she called it in; knowing where your house was after you’d brought her there for tea one afternoon.

                “Well, I appreciate you coming all this way Sheriff-”

                “Lee, please” He interrupted. Your skin bristled a little at the interruption, but you nodded gently at him, knowing mortal men could be a little brash sometimes.

                “Lee.” You continued. “But I really am alright. Can I offer you some tea or something for your trouble? I did just mix up some stew.” You’d heard stories about the sheriff, the town hero, who seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. But you were always suspicious of things that were too good to be true. It was your nature as a witch.

However, the man HAD come all the way into the woods in a storm just for one little old lady’s request.  He must have something resembling a heart, you reasoned. You decided to give him some nice warm, strong, stew and slip a little forgetfulness potion into his coffee; then send him on his way, never to remember this place. You could return to your cozy evening.  No harm done.

                “Coffee would be appreciated if you have it.” Lee requested. “And that stew sure does smell good.”

“Have a seat.” You gestured to the chair at your small round table, only fit to hold 3 chairs, 2 of which already had a place set. Lee sat down at the one without, setting his hat down on the table.

“Can I take your coat?” you offered.

“Thank you kindly.” He took his coat off, handing it to you before setting his hat on the table and sitting across from the set place as you hung his coat by the fire. Going back to the kitchen cupboard and grabbing a mug and a bowl. You shook some grounds into a filter, infusing your forgetfulness spell.

Filling the coffee machine with water, you pressed the buttons and let it brew.  You ladled a healthy serving of stew into the bowl and carefully placed it in front of him. He dug in as you sat across from him and tried to think of anything to say. You never had mortal company, only the nice lady who liked to knit and read, just like you; But Sheriff Bodecker didn’t seem the type to knit. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked you.

                “You uh…live alone out here? You had another place set.” He gestured to the table. “Your husband leave you all alone out here?”

                “Of course not.” You answered and he seemed taken aback. “Well, I mean… I don’t have a husband. But I’m not alone. The animals live out here too. And the plants. And my books.” The burbling of the machine caught your attention. “Do you take anything in your coffee? You asked him as you went to pour it into the mug.

“No thank you, ma’am.” He answered. “This stew is absolutely delicious.”

“Thank you, kindly.” You beamed as you set the mug down in front of him. “And I must admit the place setting is more of…personal thing. It’s a Halloween tradition to set a place for those who you have lost in the past.”

                “That’s mighty sentimental of you. Though I’ve never heard of that one. Where’d you learn that?” Lee asked.

“Oh I uhm. I read about in a book.” You said, technically not lying. You just didn’t mention it was a magic book.

“I see.” Lee looked around the room. “You sure do have a lot of books.”

                “Yes, well, sometimes I find the company of the books better than that of people.” You joked, looking to the coffee and hoping Lee would take a sip soon. You looked back at him but his body suddenly seemed a lot closer, his leg resting between yours, leaning against your right knee.

                “Ah c’mon people aren’t too bad. Look at me for example, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Look at him you did. He was decently handsome. Strong arms and a well-built frame. He was heavier set than other men, but you kind of liked that. You knew food was a comfort and you would rather people knew too much than not enough. Even the face you’d been suspicious of when he arrived had a more homely charm as he slurped up the last of his stew. He took a swig of coffee, then turned to face you fully.

“Mmmmm…damn…That’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I just love the taste of the forgetfulness potion you added.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach.

                “What did you say?” He didn’t answer, only leaning back in his chair. He blinked and where crystal blue eyes had seemed to make him handsome and rakish; now were two inky black pits. He blinked again and his eyes were human again, but now his irises were crimson red.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You’d dealt with a few lower-level demons in your travels, but never someone who you could walk through your house’s defenses so easily. Usually, any malevolent force was neutralized before it even touched your house. But he…he was something darker.

“I’d heard about a pretty witch living out here in the woods.” Lee continued. “Thought it was just another one of them dippy mortals wearing peace signs. But then that little old lady came in, bringing some brownies she said you’d made. And when I tasted them, I knew for sure. There was a real little witch somewhere in town.

“Though it took me a while to find ya, darling. All them wards and runes…you’ve kept yourself pretty well hidden. But when that same sweet little old lady called in, worried about her friend in the woods, I knew I’d found you and here you are. Hidden away from the world, cooking up spells your nose buried in a mountain of books. All that defensive magic and you opened the front door for me and invited me in. Silly girl.” His eyes raked over your body, studying you.

“Damn, you are something pretty. You got a name, sweetheart?” But your lips tightened. You didn’t want to say another word to him, fearing what else he might be hiding. “Oh, come now, darling. I won’t bite.” But his wolfish grin spoke otherwise.

 You told him your name in the strongest voice you could muster, trying to think of a plan to drive him out. As if reading your mind, Lee gently shook his head.

“Now let’s not do anything foolish sweetheart. I don’t want to get too nasty with you.” He warned.

“What-what DO you want then?” you asked. Lee paused for a moment, reaching across the table to grab a piece of candy, unwrapping it slowly and staring into your eyes as he placed the candy in his mouth, licking his lips as he chewed and swallowed.

“Quite frankly, darling…you. You’re clearly pretty good with the magic, and you’d be even more so with a little training. I’ll have all the power I need. See, I’ve been living like a king for years, feeding off the darkness of the souls in this town.”

“Darkness…?” The woman from the farm was always talking about how wonderful the town was, how safe it was…all because of him.

“Oh yes, sweetheart. There is a darkness in this here town. Seems half the people are born just so they can be buried. And I’ve managed to feed off of it for years. You’d be surprised how many people will give truly anything to get what they want. Sometimes they surprise me, just wanting basic mortal shit they could get if they tried a little harder. But some of them want to watch the world burn. They offer their souls and what happens? The town sheriff stops their crimes before they’ve even started. I look like got damn hero and never have to lift a finger.” He grinned wide. “All the praise of the good people feeding my pride. All the sin of the others feeding my powers.”

“But why…why do you need me?” You asked, meekly. His smile faded and his jaw clenched. His steely gaze and making you shiver and squirm in your chair.

“The good people have started to question me. Why I haven’t settled down with a wife...  And if the good people are questioning me, I can’t clean up the filth in the town. See, I’m thinking about a run for state senator, maybe even governor. And the higher up the ladder you climb, the darker people will get. I can’t do that without a little lady with me to keep me in their good graces.” He stood up now, his hand on the table, leaning in close to you, but you managed to shove the chair away and rushed to the sink, grabbing the sharpest knife you had and pointing it at him. But Lee only shook his head and smiled.

“Now what are you gunna do with that, huh? You certainly don’t have it in you to use it” He mocked, stepping closer to you. He let out a low groan. “And that’s exactly why I want you. Your innocence, and your kind heart are exactly what I need. Someone to look good for the town, show off at all the little local town events, and keep my bed warm at night.” He licked his lips. “So, here’s the deal. You keep my bed warm and my stomach full, and I'll keep the town safe; keep being the hero.” He was standing in front of you now; still holding the knife in your trembling hands as you shook your head. Lee reached up, grabbing the knife like it was nothing, and throwing it somewhere.

Blood ran down his hand but he made no move to wipe it off. Instead, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the cabinets behind you, his lips thundering down upon yours in a harsh and punishing kiss. He bit your lip, making you gasp, giving him a chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widening as you swore the end of it was forked. When he pulled away, you were gasping for air. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your cheek and neck.

 “Maybe you didn’t understand me clearly in that dumb little brain of yours, but I could ruin this town. Your poor little old lady friend? Out on the street. Your library? Closed. I could stand back and make you watch this town suffer. Or you can be my good little housewife.” He leaned back to look at you, his eyes soulless black pits.

 “Or maybe I'll take you out to the town square. And show them what you really are. Some mortals around here get scared, they start getting jumpy…and pretty scary themselves.” Your breath hitched; you knew some mortals, even as time moved forward, who still got too scared of what they didn’t understand and could get violent quickly. It was one reason you kept yourself hidden. “So, what’s it gunna be, little witch?” You stared back at him, your breathing shallow.

 In a flash of quick thinking, you thought to the holy water in your cabinet, and it manifested in your hand. You managed to dump it on his hands, and he roared in pain, letting you escape. If you could make it to the bedroom, your sacred room, you might be able to ward him out, or at least escape to somewhere else.

You were steps away from the threshold when you were suddenly wrenched back and slammed against the wall. Your hands were pinned above your head and your legs were spread wide. You heard Lee down the hall; his heavy footsteps getting closer and closer until he stood directly in front of you.

                “Tsk tsk tsk. Just couldn’t make it easy could you? But that’s okay, Nothing worth having ever is.”

                “But…how…no other magic works in my space…” you stammered. But he only chuckled, relishing in your fear as you struggled against the bond, studying you like a work of art.

“Seems to me you’re in MY space now.” As you fought to free yourself, you realized he was right; nothing in the house, none of your powers were working. “Now Let’s try that again shall we, sweetheart?” 

                “Please…” you begged. “Please don’t do this.”

                “Oh, come now. It ain’t all bad... A powerful demon husband, access to magics you wouldn’t believe, I can make this so good for you.” He forced his hands up your sweater to run them down over your breasts, one hand stopping to fondle your nipple with his thumb while the other slid into your pajama pants, between your legs and cupping your pussy over your panties and rubbing his ring and middle fingers back and forth.

“Well well, for such a good little witch, you sure are dripping wet for me. I’m must say I’m flattered.” He kissed you with a fire that stirred something dark and twisted within your heart and soul.  Something you ignored as a witch who tried to do only good to others.

“God…please...” Your voice was soft, but Lee heard you growled, his hand going from your breast to grab your hair and force your head back. His voice was soft but dangerous in your ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, Even if he gave a shit about you, there’s not a damned thing he could to stop me. You worship me now. Go on, say my name.”

                “Lee…” you breathed heavily. Your resolve was slowly crumbling as you realized there was no way out of this. And that fear, that resolve, was being replaced with desire. The way Lee looked at you seemed like he wanted to devour you whole should’ve terrified you, but you couldn’t deny how wet you were. You didn’t want to want him, but your whimper gave you away.

                “Yeah, baby? You want something? Go on…beg for it…” he ordered; his fingers moving faster as he kissed down your neck, biting gently in just the right spot to make your toes curl. You let out a low moan. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke.

                “You…you promise you won’t hurt the good people?” You asked, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Lee scoffed with a smirk, staring down at you.  

                “Good people, oh if only you knew…but you’ll learn.” Without another word Lee pulled his fingers from your shorts, making your whine in loss and feeling yourself clench around nothing. Lee snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone.

 Before you could react, he grabbed you, lifted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass then storming into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you two and locking it. He tossed you unceremoniously onto your bed, hardly giving you a moment to breathe before he was on top of you. He leaned over you and his black soleless eyes bore deep into yours.

                “The people in this town are bathed in sin. Just you wait and see.” His gaze softened, his eyes returning to their crimson form. He ran one hand down your cheek, using his thumb to hold your chin and force you to look at him. “But you know what, I think you want something darker… I saw some of those books on your shelves. I think you wanna be a little damsel in distress. And I’m more than happy to oblige.” His hand wrapped around your throat; then he leaned down so his lips were just ghosting against your trembling ones.

“How long have you wanted the touch of a strong man?” Your whimper in response only made him grin wider. “You’re adorable and you reek of loneliness. He kissed you deeply before leaning back to rake his eyes fully over your naked form. “So fucking purty…” he growled. “And you taste sweeter than any mortal sin.” He stood up, but you were still unable to move. Your arms crossed over your head and your legs were forced wide.

Wasting no time, he stripped out of his own clothes; Finally he pulled his boxers down to expose his cock which bobbed against his stomach. Your eyes widened in shock at the size.  It had been some time since you’d been with a man, but his thick cock was bigger than you’d ever had. You tried to shy away from him a bit but he stroked it up and down a few times, laughing at the more than apparent shock on your face

“Never had a cock this big before, have you?” he slowly climbed on the bed, kneeling between your legs. “Well not to worry, little witch. I’m here now and I’m gunna take good care of you. Starting by fucking you like the little bitch in heat that you are and making you cum.” He stroked his cock while gently running his fingers up and down your slit.  You wanted to struggle, scream, fight back. But when Lee pressed his thumb down on your clit, you let out a moan and seemed to almost grind against his hand. It was wrong, but it felt so good. He brought the fingers he’d been rubbing you with up to your lips.

                “Suck on em, slut.” Pushing his fingers in your mouth, rather than be repulsed, your tongue laved over his fingers; thoughts clouding your mind of kneeling before him and sucking his cock. “Oh don’t worry, little witch. You’ll be doing that soon enough.” Lee promised. “Tell me you want this cock. Tell me how bad you wanna be my little whore.”

                “Want…want your cock in my pussy Lee…want to be your slut..” you begged.

                “You gunna be my good wife? Give me whatever I want?” You could feel the head of his cock brush against the inside of your thigh.

                “Yes…please…”

                “Open your mouth.” He ordered. You did as he said and he squeezed your cheeks, making sure your mouth stayed open as he leaned over and snarled something in Latin before spitting in your mouth. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing but he covered your nose and mouth with his hands. “Swallow it, slut. Swallow it if you wanna breathe again.”  You had no choice but to swallow. Your veins came alive like fire travelling through you as you were now soul bonded together. He let go of you but replaced his hand with his lips in another hard kiss.

You felt the last of your resolve crumbling. You hated yourself, but you wanted him…and he knew it. He snapped his fingers again and now your arms were free to move, but they didn’t fight him, instead they sought to hold him close to you. You wanted to feel him against you, he was so warm compared to the chilly night air. Like a blanket wrapping around you on winter’s first night.

                “Well now, we certainly have changed our mind, haven’t we?” You didn’t answer, turning away, and trying to not meet his leering gaze. But he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

                “When I ask you a question, you answer, understand? I’m being real nice here, but I can go back to being mean if you want.” He threatened. But you shook your head softly.

                “No please…I’ll be good…” you whimpered and he smiled.

“I know you will.” He kissed you, taking the chance to push his cock inside you making you moan into the kiss.  His hands were on either side of your head and you dug your nails into his shoulder to try and pull him closer to you.

You pressed your knees tight against his sides as he set a torturous pace. Dragging his cock out slowly so you could feel the head rubbing the walls of your pussy, making you keen and moan. Then pushing back in hard so you felt like you were going to be split in two. 

“Lee…please.” You wanted to beg him to stop but it came out as a plea for more.

                “Such a powerful little witchling, reduced to my wanton whore…” His hands grabbed your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. “Gunna be so pretty on my arm. And if you be a good little wife, I’ll buy you all the books you want, and I’ll fuck you to sleep every night on my cock.” He took one hand away from your breasts to smack your clit…hard. Your vision went white with pleasure as you screwed your eyes shut; your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

                “Fuck and a pain slut to boot. You’re gunna be lots of fun, little witch. I want you to cum. Cum for your new husband.” His thrusts increased to a punishing pace and he used his thumb to rub your clit. “And when you cum on my cock, I own you. Heart, body, and soul. You understand?”

                “Ye-Yes I understand…Lee…” His eyes flickered to black as he pinched your nipple hard and ordered you in a voice much lower and darker than his usual tone.

“Then cum.” The sound of it making your eyes was the final straw as your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt every muscle in your body clench as you came harder than you ever had before. Lee had made your body feel like it was on fire but your orgasm was like a cooling only water could bring. You called out his name as you bucked your hips up, like you were trying to draw him in more.

He kept fucking you through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, chasing his own release. “Look at you, all fucked out and all mine. Can’t wait to get you home, gunna bend you over and spank this ass hard before I fuck it…”  His words made your breath hitch and you clenched his cock one final time before he stilled above you, growling and snarling.

You could feel his hot cum filling you as he pumped his cock into you a few more times. For a few moments, only the sound of your combined breathing’s filled the space. You lay there with your eyes closed as your feelings washed over you; shame, embarrassment, but at the base of it all, satisfaction and power. Power stronger than anything you’d felt before. Lee chuckled above you as you opened your eyes to meet his, now back to crimson.

                “You can feel it, can’t you? All that new power from being my mate flowing through you?” You nodded weekly. “Good but just remember. I’m the one in control now, you’re bound to me so if you even think about hurting me or doing something stupid, I’ll strip them away and leave you for dead. We clear?”

                “Yes, Lee.” You sighed, accepting your fate. His eyes flashed once more to black before turning back to the blue that had drawn you in so easily. You bit your lip, staring up at his rugged looks and acknowledging there were worse options to be bound to for all eternity.

“Fuck, I hope you never lose that doe eyed look. I just wrecked your pussy and you still look like the shy little bookworm you are.” He pulled his cock from you slowly, the first gentle action of the night. “Do you need some stew now, little witchling?” He asked, teasing you and tickling your side, forcing a smile onto your face that didn’t last. Lee let out a small sigh.

“Listen, you might look cute when you cry on my cock, but you’ve got one hell of a smile, darling. I’d like to see it for real.” His words struck a chord, all night he’d teased and degraded you, but now he seemed gentile, almost trying to be charming. He brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “You have to remember sweetheart, I may be strong and powerful, but I have to lure in my pray first.”

Lee gently pounced on you, placing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck, nipping and kissing until you were squealing and laughing in pleasure, forgetting for just a moment the rude and brash way he’d taken you, sexually and literally. When Lee stopped, he pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you sweetheart, if you’re good for me, I can be so good for you.” Despite everything you’ve ever known about demons, you decided to trust him; hoping that as his wife, maybe you could do some good and help the people of the town on a wider scale.

“Can I ask for one thing, please?” you asked, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

“Well, I am feeling awfully generous.” He said, smiling coyly.

“Please let me keep this place. I promise I’ll come home to you every night but…a witch needs her sacred space.” You asked, batting your eyelashes just a little.

“Hmmmm, I suppose that can be arranged.” Lee conceded. “But I have complete and unfettered access, understood?” You nodded, knowing the road ahead as his wife would be rough, but seeing who he was and hoping you could smooth down the rougher edges gave you a sense of relief.

He lay on his side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You were almost shocked how comfortable you felt in his embrace. But it happened easily, his leg feeling so natural wrapped around yours in your bed.  

[sosa2imagines]

Town of Trouble.

----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Chasing, forced touching, following, manipulation, somewhat dubcon/kidnapping, threats, angst ,fluff and slight mention of cannibalism. -----------------------------------------------------

You were beautiful and that was enough for him, to set his eyes on you.

You arrived in the town Knockemstiff along with your fiancé, to visit your aunt. This town is well known for the good, bad and the devil. But something about this town, was calming, yet terrifying.

You were tired from the long journey but the small town was a pleasant change from the busy city. You make your way to your aunt’s house, and she greets you warmly upon your arrival.

“Where’s the handsome owner of this ring?” Your aunt asks you, pointing to the expensive ring resting on your finger. “He was going to come, but got stuck with a work call, he has promised to come along with me later.”

“I’m happy for you kiddo, you found the best man in the world for yourself.” Your aunt smiles warmly, her approval meant a lot to you. After your parents died, she was the one to raise you. Before she moved in this town.

Your aunt didn’t allow you to visit this town, unless you were not coming alone. But you understood her concerns. This town was known as 'Town of Trouble'. The reverend who abused underage girls, only to get murdered by one of the victim’s brother. Serves him right in your eyes. The corrupt law and order of the town was another sad part. The drugs and other abuses going on, was another topic to discuss.

But now that you had a man, who would burn the world down for you, your aunt had nothing to worry about, you visiting Knockemstiff.

As you were leaving your aunt’s house to go back to the motel, on the way, the sheriff stopped you.

Lee Bodecker, the corrupt sheriff of Knockemstiff.

"Hey, beautiful," the sheriff leered at you.

You turned around and felt a shiver run down your spine as the sheriff's eyes raked over your body. "What are you doing all alone in this town?" he asked, slowly approaching you.

Lee had seen you on your way to your aunt’s place. He was instantly charmed by your beauty. He was waiting for you.

"I'm just visiting my aunt," you said nervously, trying to keep your cool.

"Are you sure that's all? I know boys come through here looking for girls like you. I’m Lee Bodecker, darlin." the sheriff leered again, getting closer to you. "N..nice to meet you Lee, but I should go," you said firmly, backing away from him.

"Oh, don't be so shy," Lee said, stalking towards you like a predator. "Just come with me," he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him. You struggled to free yourself from his grip, but he was too strong.

"No, let me go!" you screamed. Lee laughed, his breath hot against your face as he pulled you closer. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he murmured in your ear, sliding his hand up your leg.

"No! Stop it!" you cried, struggling desperately to free yourself from his grasp. Lee chuckled, enjoying your distress. "Just relax, beautiful," he said in a syrupy voice as he ran his hand up your thigh.

As much as Lee was enjoying at the moment, he could see some locals from his vision nearby, he couldn’t afford getting caught, harassing you. He had a reputation to maintain and an election to win.

He drags you into the car ignoring your protests, then locks the doors and starts driving away.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask, struggling to stay calm despite being terrified. "Just relax, beautiful," the sheriff says, his eyes staring at the road ahead.

He drives away from the town, taking a dark route through a forest. As he drives, his hand begins to slide up your leg again, making you quiver with fear. Lee slowly drives through the dark forest, taking a winding route that leads to a secluded, isolated location. Lee's hand slowly slides up your leg again, but this time he moves it even higher, making you feel even more uncomfortable and scared.

Lee suddenly pulls over and stops the car, making you jerk in your seat. "Here we are," he says, looking at you with a predatory look on his face. You look around, realizing that you are in a thick forest, far from the town.

"Get out of the car," Lee says, a sinister look in his eyes. You hesitate, knowing that getting out of the car would be a dangerous situation. "I said get out," he says, his voice growing rougher with each word.

His anger scares you, but you have no other choice. You slowly open the car door and get out, trying not to show any fear or resistance.

"Good girl," the sheriff says, leaning against the car as he watches you. Lee slowly walks towards you, licking his lips.

"I am engaged, and my fiancé is a dangerous man," you say in a warning tone. Lee's expression darkens, and his eyes flicker with malice.

" I don't care about your fiancé, do you think that little punk can protect you?" Lee asks, his tone mocking and dismissive. "I'm the sheriff of this town, I can do whatever I want with you," Lee growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you roughly towards him. He presses himself against you, and you feel a wave of fear as his hands slide down your shoulders and grip your hips.

"Please, let me go," you beg him, feeling terrified. But Lee is not easily intimidated.

"I'm not going to let you go," he says, his tone becoming more menacing. "I want you to stay with me for a while, just keep quiet and I'll treat you nicely."

You feel powerless and afraid. Lee is strong and powerful, and you have no way to escape. You can't fight him off, and your threats have no effect on him. All you can do is beg and hope for mercy.

"Please let me go," you plead with Lee, your voice growing more desperate.

"What's the point of fighting it?" he says, his grip on you tightening. "Just come with me, it's better if you don't struggle."

Feeling helpless and desperate, you suddenly realize that you have no choice but to do what Lee says. You struggle to keep calm, but your heart is racing, and your body is trembling with fear.

Meanwhile….

Bucky is searching for you, worried and concerned. Bucky your dangerous to the world, but extremely sweet to you fiancé. He hasn't been able to reach you on your phone, and he has no idea where you may have gone. He is getting more and more anxious as time goes on. It’s been more than two hours since, you left your aunt’s house.

“Sam, track her phone!” “I’m trying Buck, the signal is weak in this damn town.”

Bucky was getting sick worried, if only he had gone with you. But he can’t change that, it is what you had thought him. Learn from the past and improve.

“Bucky, found her. Her phone is tracking location to the forest outside town.” “Shit, send me the location.”

Present Time….

Bucky races through the woods, his heart pounding, as he gets closer and closer to the location that Sam gave him. Bucky arrives at the location that Sam had given him, and he sees the sheriff's car parked in a clearing. He immediately fears the worst and races towards the car as there was no reason for you to be in a sheriff’s car. He checks the car and find’s Lee’s driver’s license. He squares his jaw, determined to protect you at all costs.

Bucky arrives just in time to witness Lee trying to take you away. He sees that you are already terrified and afraid, and he gets filled with rage at the thought of the sheriff trying to hurt you.

"Let her go," Bucky says in a fierce tone, stepping forward to protect you. Lee looks at him, with no sign of fear or respect.

“Bucky!” you cry, finding some relief seeing him.

"Shut up!” Lee tightens his grip on your arm, making you cry in pain. “Why should I?" Lee says, his voice dripping with disdain. "She's mine now."

Bucky's blood boils at Lee's arrogant response. Bucky's anger bursts forth, and he takes a step forward.

"Back off, boy," Lee says, his tone full of contempt and arrogance. Bucky's determination to rescue you only grows stronger as he takes another step forward, moving closer to Lee and you.

"I'm the sheriff of this town, I can do whatever I want with her," Lee says, his grip tightening on you. Bucky's anger reaches its limit as he takes another step forward despite Lee's threats. His hands clenched into fists. He's not going to let anything happen to you.

"I'm the law here, back off," Lee says again, but his tone is more aggressive and threatening. Bucky doesn't listen, "Leave her alone," Bucky says through gritted teeth, as the sheriff's grip on you becomes tighter.

"You have no idea how dangerous I am," the sheriff says in a threatening voice. "Just keep quiet if you don't want to get hurt," he adds, glaring at him with menace.

"I don't care how dangerous you think you are," with that Bucky's fist collides with Lee's jaw, making him loose balance and letting go of you.

"You little punk," Lee growls, rubbing his sore jaw. You feel relieved as you realize that you are no longer in Lee's grasp. But things aren't over yet. Bucky is quick to take you in his arms, checking for any injuries.

"You think you can just punch me and get away with it?" Lee asks, getting up and facing Bucky, who is staring back at him with a fiery look in his eyes.

"Yes, but this is just the beginning," Bucky says, his eyes filled with fury as his fists get ready for action again. Lee's face darkens, and he clenches his fists ready to attack, but he is no match for Bucky’s skills.

Lee gets beaten up pretty badly by Bucky, who punches him in the face repeatedly, throwing punches after punches. Lee's face is bloodied, his nose is broken and his left eye is swollen. He's completely at a loss as to how to defend himself against such a fierce and relentless man.

Before leaving, Bucky stares at Lee with a menacing look. "If you ever come near her again, it won't be just a punch in the face that you get" he says, his voice cold and fierce. Lee nods in understanding, his face still battered and bruised. “Hmm..maybe I’ll have my cousin Steve pay you a visit, he’ll sure love to relish you.” Lee in his battered and bruised condition, looks at Bucky in confusion.

Relief washes over you, seeing the nightmare is over. You hug Bucky tightly, who let's you cry in his arms letting you take as much time as you want.

Bucky takes you by the hand and leads you away from the forest, back to the car and back to the motel. “Doll, the bathtub is ready, why don’t you go in and I’ll join you in few minutes?”

You smile at the thought of a warm bath after your traumatic experience. “Bucky, thank you, if you didn’t…” Bucky, does not let you complete the sentence, he himself does not want to think what could have happened, if he was late. “No thinking about that, now go in” He says in a stern yet playful voice, swatting your ass.

Once he is sure, you are inside, he calls Steve “I want you to come to Knockemstiff.” “I don’t know, from what I have seen from the picture you sent, he is a lot…you know what I mean?” “He dared to touch my Y/n!” “Y/n? Why didn’t you say so? Of course, I’m coming…maybe I’ll even share him with rest of the jerks over there.”

“See you soon Kemp.”

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Leader of the Landslide Masterlists

Summary: Life with your alcoholic mother is tough and you problems only mount when the local sheriff takes an interest in you.

Status: In Progress

Part 1

[thebunnyslibrary]

Hoppy Easter everyone! Hope you've been good lil bunnies 😘🐰

Easter Bunny

Pairing: Soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Shy!Reader

Summary: Easter Brunch with your folks is always special, but even more so this year...

Word Count: 3400~

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Degradation, Daddy Kink, mentions of religion

You always thought it was kind of funny how your mother said Easter was her favorite holiday. Despite Christmas being Jesus’ birthday.

“Darling,” she always explained. “If it weren’t for Easter, Christmas wouldn’t be special.” And in some way that made sense. You didn’t really mind religion; just always made you feel a bit stuffy. But your mother was an absolute sweetheart. Believing anyone and everyone was deserving of God’s love. And you could at least agree to that.

Thus, every year since as long as you could remember, Easter Sunday Morning church, followed by the best brunch at the Riverside. One of the fancier restaurants in town (3 star at its best) did an exquisite Easter brunch. Talked about all around in the whole county and even a bit up towards Columbus. Anyone who was anyone in town was seen there. The Mayor, some senators. Even the governor once or twice. Your parents loved to go and you did too. When you were younger, it was as much fruit and pancakes as you could eat. Now that you were older, it really was a splendid brunch.

Even once you moved out and got a nice little secretary’s job at a law office in Meade, you still made the half hour drive every April or so to join them. Especially since they always paid.

Today was just like every other Easter. You sat in church for the hour or so. The sermon was all about reawakening and hope and it was rather nice. It helped that after the long months of winner, it was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, all the snow and ice was gone. Even the birds seemed to sing along to the hymns. You hummed along, holding your mother’s hand through the whole thing. And you squeezed it just as hard as she squeezed back. Your mother had had a few health scares the last year or so. Nothing that couldn’t be helped, but worrisome all the same. So, you were happy that she was able to be with you.

Afterwards, you drove over in separate cars. You had to be back to work the next day and still had some things to do at your small apartment. Plus, you were able to have a quick cigarette. Your mther always nagged after you to quit but it helped with the stress.

Making your way inside; you three were placed in a lovely booth; your parents on one side, you on the other. You were just wondering about a mimosa when a voice rung out

“Well, if it ain’t the (y/l/n)’s!” You turned to see a man approaching your table. A man indeed. Tall, maybe even more so than your father. A bit chubby around the gut, but he carried himself well. Icy blue eyes seemed to chill the warm air coming in from the outside. He wore a leather jacket over a crisp white shirt and charcoal grey tie. On his jacket was a star.

“Oh, Sherriff Bodecker!” Your dad waved him over before standing up to shake his hand. “(Y/N), you remember we told you Molly got out a few months ago? Lee was the one who found her. Sheriff Bodecker, this is our daughter, (y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? Your folks have talked a lot about you. Is Molly your dog?” He asked. You gave a small smile back. You remembered the day your mother called and told you Molly had gotten out. You called home every day that week until your father told you that she’d been found. And this nice man, this nice strong man, was the one to find her.

“Yes, we got Molly just a few years before I moved out. She was my best friend for a long while. Thank you for saving her.” You said.

“Not a problem, darlin.” He purred.

“Why don’t you join us?” your mother invited him.

“It would be an absolute pleasure. You mind scooching over, sweetheart?” You were a little unsure how to feel. He seemed like a kind and caring person, but you almost got a feeling there was something darker beneath the surface before the eyes. But you found yourself scooching over and he squeezed in next to you.

“So, I’ve heard a lot about you from your parents, (y/n). But what about you?” The sheriff inquired. “What do you think of you?” You thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to introduce yourself.

“Well, I suppose. I’m a bit of a bookworm, but I like to sew and bake.” You told him, wishing you had something more interesting to say.

“Oh really. Did you make all those pretty pillows and blankets your mama gave me?” Your face heated up.

“She gave you those?” you asked. She’d mentioned she’d passed one or two along to the neighbors.

“Yep, kept me nice and cozy last winter. What do you like to bake, sweetheart?” He asked and you squirmed at the attention.

“Definitely apple crisp; I add just a bit of extra cinnamon, and I soak the apples in a little honey whiskey. Gets a real nice crisp.”

“Sounds absolutely delicious,” His voice was low, and you felt even warmer. He turned his attention back to the menu “What’re y’all thinking of ordering?”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure…maybe a nice omelet?” your mother mused.

“Well, you folks order whatever you want. I’m buying.” He offered and your eyes widened.

“That’s very kind of you, Sheriff.” You said.

“Oh please, darling. Call me Lee.” He insisted, a twinkle in his eye. You gave a small nod in return.

As your eyes roved over the menu, you suddenly decided what sounded perfect right now.

“A stack of French toast, with a little extra syrup,” you told the waitress.

“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you make it 2?” Lee requested. Your mother ordered eggs benedict, and your father a T-Bone and eggs.

“I see I’m not the only one with a real sweet tooth. So, your mama says you work as a legal secretary. Nice to meet another enforcer of the law” he gave you a wink and you stammered.

“Oh well, I don’t do anything… enforcing really. Just keep track of clients, pay the electric bill, open the mail.”

“Yeah, but you gotta be real smart to do all that.” On and on it went through brunch. He would pay you little compliments, ask questions, anything he could do to engage you.

You weren’t sure how to feel, no man had ever given this much attention. Especially one as powerful and seemingly well respected as the sheriff. Several times through brunch, some people came up to say hello to the sheriff, and subsequently your parents. Even more subsequently, you. And all through the whole meal, you kept stealing little glances at him. And once or twice, he was staring back at you. The third time you met his eyes, you felt overwhelmed and decided you need to step out for a cigarette.

You were sitting in the backseat of your car, smoking and trying to collect your thoughts. Did the sheriff like you? Surely being the sheriff, he could have any woman in town. Why you?

“Ain’t this a cute little car?” A voice snapped you from your thoughts. You turned and there was the sheriff leaning over your back seat passenger side window

“You alright? You been out here for a while. Your folks wanted me to check on you.” His eyes flicked between you and the cigarette. And a small smirk played at his lips. “Now, what’s a good little girl like you doing smoking?” he teased, hardly giving you time to answer before he opened your passenger door and sat in the seat next to yours.

“Y’know, I’ve heard about these here Volkswagen’s. Guess it’s true what they say, plenty of room in the backseat.” He scooched a little closer towards you, laying one arm on the seat behind you. “You ever sat in the backseat of a car with a boy, darlin?”

“Well…there was once…” you thought back to when Bobby Fischer had you in his truck some night. You didn’t know how it happened. But you only remember bobby jamming his tongue down your throat and fingers up your skirt. He rubbed around inside a little before asking if you’d cum. You’d been so painfully shy in high school that you just nodded. He kissed you back and took you home afterwards.

“Tell me darling, has a boy ever touched you here?” He rested one of his large calloused hands on your thigh. Your brain flashed back to Bobby Fischer and you closed your thighs with a squeak, making him chuckle

“Whatcha thinking, bunny?” Bunny. The name made you squirm and squeeze your thighs together.

“I just…uhm…I dunno.” You bit your lip pensively. His hand rubbed along the inside of your thigh was making you heat up very quickly. You took another puff off your cigarette. As you exhaled, he plucked the thing from your fingers, taking a puff of his own before setting it to rest on the window sill. His brazenness and his steely gaze had your hands wringing.

“I just wasn’t sure…why you would find me worth paying so much attention to.” You squeaked out. And he grinned back, wolfishly.

“Awe my sweet little bunny. Well let’s see. You’re probably one of the prettiest little things I ever laid eyes on. And hearing all your mama’s kind words, I think you’re more than just pretty as an angel. I think you may be one.”

One of his large hands moved over your breasts before moving up to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently. His other hand moved up your thighs, moving under your dress. “Now, open these back up for Daddy, little Bunny. I’m not some little boy just looking to rub and run. I’m gunna make you feel real good.”

Feeling him squeeze around your throat made you gasp and open your legs almost involuntarily. His fingers ran up the silk fabric of your panties.

“Aw baby. Look at you being all fancy. Didn’t even know it but you were wearing these for me.” He licked his lips while moving his fingers up and down your clothed slit. “And already so wet. Aren’t you just the most precious thing? Now come sit on daddy’s lap.” The hand between your legs patted his lap, inviting you over. But something gave you pause. You shook your head and he growled.

“That wasn’t a request, little girl. I said, get over here.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You still squirmed against him as he pulled you across to straddle him. He gave you a sharp slap to your ass through your dress. “When Daddy tells you to do something, slut, you do it. Am I clear?” He slapped your ass again and tears formed in your eyes.

“Lee please…wait….” You whimpered, suddenly feeling very flustered and unsure. He leaned back and his eyes raked over you. “I just…uhm…why do you…?” you wanted to ask so many things but your mind was a haze of new found attention, lust and fear.

“Why do you…why do you say those things? And why do you wanna make me feel good?” you asked, clutching at his chest beneath his shirt. His thumb and forefinger held your chin, making you stare into those steel blue eyes. His lips curled up into a dangerous smirk.

“Such a cute dumb little baby, don’t even know what you want. The question you should be asking is why is your little pussy getting so wet from those things, huh?” He purred. He bucked his hips just a little so you could feel his cock through his pants. The size had you a little worried. One of your girlfriends in college had snuck you one of her “special toys” and you used it once or twice, but it didn’t feel near as big as what you could feel underneath you. “But don’t you worry darling. Daddy is going to take good care of what’s his.” The hand that had been fondling you through your panties undid his fly. “Pull your panties aside, baby.” You bit your lip in pause. You knew what was going to happen, but the thought still made you nervous. The hand holding your chin wrapped around your neck, squeezing harder than before.

“Now you listen here. I got no problem cuffing your hands back and taking what I want all on my own. But I’m giving you a chance to my good girl, and I’ll take real good care of you. You can be my pretty little housewife, raise my pretty little kids,” Lee offered. Then, he met your eyes and you could see his gaze soften a bit. "And besides, think of how proud your mama will be. You on the sheriff’s arm." Those words stuck in your heart. You, on the sheriff’s arm? Your mama would be so happy. After so much pain and strife through her health crisis, you wanted to make her happy more than anything in the world. You nodded.

“Yes Lee. Alright.” You were rewarded with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“Such a good little girl. But you gotta call me daddy, understood?” You paused for a moment before nodding again

“Yes, daddy.” You surrendered, moving your hands down his chest, feeling how strong he was and you bit your lip. As your hands moved between your legs, you looked down for the first time and saw his cock. Definitely bigger than the toys. You gulped nervously and Lee chuckled.

“Don’t you worry, little bunny. Daddy’ll make it fit so you can bounce up down on his big cock. Why don’t you rub your little clit for me? I know you’re soaked, but I want your pussy absolutely dripping for me.” Doing as he said, you pulled your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit back and forth slowly, teasing yourself.

“Look at my good little slut, touching her pussy for daddy. You been thinking about me all morning, haven’t you? I saw you looking at me.” His words mixed with the pleasure of rubbing your clit had you breathing heavier. “You looked real pretty in that there church. Especially from behind. My good little bunny. I can smell how wet your little pussy is. You must really want daddy’s big fat cock in you, filling you up. Don’t ya?” He growled. You could only nod in response as you felt cock against you.

“Such a dumb bunny. My dumb cockhungry bunny.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Tell me what a naughty little whore you are.” He ordered.

“I’m...I’m a little whore, daddy.” You panted out.

“Yeah, you are. You like that baby? You like being my little slutty bunny?” You felt the head of his cock push in you and your back arched, pressing your chest against his.

“Fuck, such a pretty little baby I got myself. Gunna lay you out on my bed. Fill you with my cock over and over again til you’re all round with my babies.” His cock stretched you, making you feel like you’d split in two. But you couldn’t help the way you clenched around him in pleasure. “You like when I’m mean to you? Or when I press little kisses to your lips.” He did as he described and while his face was still close to yours, he squeezed your throat and said “Or maybe, maybe you like both. You wanna pretend you’re all quiet and innocent, but deep down you like being told what a little dumb bunny you are.” He pressed his lips to yours fiercely before thrusting the rest of his cock up into you, making you gasp that turned into a whine. He started rocking his hips, making you bounce up and down.

“Fuck darling, can feel that tight little pussy clenching around me. I don’t know how long I can last…” he threatened, his hand squeezing your throat, spots forming in your vision. “Want you to cum for me, cum so hard. You’re mine now bunny, all mine.” He growled and kisses you deeply. He thrusted his hips up harder and faster, and your mind went blank with nothing but pleasure. “You needed this bunny. Needed Daddy to take you, make you his. Gunna look so pretty on my arm. My perfect little angel.” He murmured. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and moved you faster.

“Fuck your pussy is so perfect babygirl. Gunna fuck you every damn day everywhere I can. Gunna have you cum all over my tongue. I can’t wait to taste you bunny. You getting close, bunny?” Words failed you at the moment. The best you could do was nod with a whine as your climax got closer and closer.

“You must be close if I fucked you so stupid you can talk. My whiny needy baby. Can feel your pussy squeezing the life outta my dick. I want you to cum for me, bunny. Cum and show me who you belong to.” A few more thrusts and you did as he told you.

Your eyes screwed shut and you saw stars as you rode him through your orgasm. And as you bounced up and down, you felt him cumming in you, filling you up, just like he promised. You slowed to a halt before collapsing against his chest. Both of you were breathing heavy and the warm spring air felt even hotter. Lee’s big strong arms wrapped around you and softly rubbed your back. The tenderness of the gesture shocked you and you looked up at him.

“Lee… did you…did you really mean all that? Wanting me to be yours, on your arm and everything?” you asked, scared that this hot passionate moment would be nothing more. He smirked. “Depends what you mean, sweetheart. All that nice stuff about being my girl? Or that stuff ‘bout being my little fuckbunny?” You stammered a moment, your mind still in a post orgasmic haze. But Lee only chuckled and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Course I meant it darling. You’re all mine now. Mine to cherish…and mine to fuck.” He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. “And I definitely meant it when I told you to call me Daddy.” He added in a growl. “Now we’re going to go back in there, and I’m going to go in there and tell your folks about your brand-new job as my little secretary. We’ll give it a month or so, and we’ll get hitched. Especially before you start to show.” He ended that with a wink and you felt your face heat up. You’d never given much thought to children. But Lee seemed a good enough man as any to have them.

“But you gotta promise to be my good little bunny, okay? Especially gotta bake me some of that delicious apple crisp, okay sugar?” He added with a wink.

“Yes daddy.” You smiled back, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. But a sense of relief and comfort washed over you.

The two of you adjusted and straightened yourselves. You both took a hit from the cigarette before making your way back inside.

“Sorry about that, folks.” Lee spoke up. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Not to worry, Lee.” Your mother responded before pausing. “(y/n) were you smoking? You told me you quit.” But before you could stammer an excuse, Lee spoke up again.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. (y/l/n), that was me. I quit drinking a while back but took up smoking. I’ve been trying to cut down though. Guess (y/n) must’ve caught a bit of me while we were outside talking.”

“Oh, what’d you two talk about?” your father asked.

“Well, I’m happy to announce I have some news. Our secretary Gertrude is retiring next month to be with her grandkids. But I’d like to announce I also just offered your daughter a job. She’ll be moving back home.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” your mother cried, standing up to hug you tight. Your father shook Lee’s hand in congratulations.

As your mother hugged you, she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” And those words solidified the decision in your mind. Everyone sat back down and brunch continued.

Under the table, Lee took your hand and gave it a squeeze. And you found yourself squeezing back.

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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!"

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

♡ Pairing: Soft!Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation (both fem and male), dark sexual thoughts, pls read warnings

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the above written warnings.

It was only fair that he deserved just a bite. One simple taste of your lips— one long caress of your skin. The sensation of your hair threading in between his fingers as he tugged harshly on the strands. He deserved to hear the sweet cries that would fall from your lips— the sounds he would undoubtedly hear if he ever had his way with you.

He knew it was morally wrong, the thought sickening to want you as badly as he did. But the fact was, the more reasons he tried to tell himself that it was wrong to want you. Sparked more reasons he should have you. The thoughts of missed experiences, missed relationships— moments he'd never get to have if he didn't have you. He wasn't the perfect man, but he was deserving of something good— pure.

Lastly, maybe because it was so forbidden is what made it so desirable— made you so desirable.

Truthfully, he didn't want you at first. The infatuation... well more like obsession— burned slowly. The flame always lit, but it was until a specific moment had the flame raging into a passionate fire.

Lee had started to see your Mother, the two flirting shamelessly when the Sheriff would visit the diner that your Mother worked at. It was romantic at first— Lee coming to visit with flowers in hand. Compliments that he knew would make your Mother flush. He always knew how to leave her speechless, and he hadn't even had her yet. A couple dates fly by and Lee had finally devoured her— finally finding someone to soothe his fix. Someone to satisfy his hunger... for now.

The two were inseparable, never wanting to leave each others side. As your Mother craved Lee, his heart and mind— he only craved your Mother for one thing at first. As time passed, he could feel himself start to care for her. Not only did she satisfy his hunger— but she also listened to him when he needed to vent about stress at work.

A year passed and the passion slowly started to fade, but didn't vanish completely. He found himself busier at work, and at the same time your Mother was taking more shifts at the diner. Although the passion was fading, things seemed to be getting more serious as Lee and your Mother moved in together. Your Mother already had a beautiful home, small but charming. It was then Lee discovered she had a daughter— you.

Lee was frustrated upon finding out about you, knowing that kids only added stress to his life. He was unhappy— and you seemed to start a series of constant fights between Lee and your Mother. The fights seemed to happen almost every night— and despite the frustration and growing toxicity of it all. They still wanted to be with each other. It was becoming a use for company— a way to not feel so alone at the end of the day.

Tension lingered constantly until Lee had met you finally one day in the kitchen. He hadn't known your Mother let today be the day for the first meeting. She wasn't even here. Lee found himself trudging into the room for some much needed coffee before he left for work— when he found you in a silk nightgown. A very see through nightgown, in fact. It left little to the imagination.

"Morning darling." The sheriff greeted, watching you jump and almost drop the mug you were holding.

"Oh my— you scared m-me!" You gasped, holding a hand to your heart. "Good morning... uh what would you like me to call you?"

"Lee's fine sweetheart. You're the (Y/n) I hear so much about." He thought out loud, giving you a once over.

"Hopefully all good things." You tried to joke, but deep down were afraid your Mother had said something bad about you.

Lee chuckled to himself, not wanting to really tell you that he hadn't heard much about you. The more recent interactions between you and your Mother fights— instead of conversations.

"Mother wanted to be here when you woke up— but she was called for an emergency at the diner." You informed him and he grunted in understanding. "It's nice to meet you Lee. I just wanted to thank you for making my Mother so happy. I'm sure we are going to get along just fine— I promise I won't be any trouble."

Making your Mother happy? Lee thought. She must be putting on a front for you— because things hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Overall he appreciated you not being a demon child. In fact— you were much older than he was expecting you to be.

"Pleasure to meet ya darling— we will get along just fine." He told you with a smirk.

You smiled his way, before moving around the kitchen— trying to busy yourself from his intense stare that had your cheeks flushing.

Lee didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt an itch burning— a craving that needed to be satisfied. You were so young— so new to the big bad world.

He hummed and let his eyes roam over your figure again, taking in the way your nipples were poking through the nightgown. He had to bite his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips. He could feel his pants growing tight from the sight of your eyes glancing up to him— so innocently like you weren’t standing here practically half naked in front of him.

“Does your Mother usually let you wear stuff like that?” He asked, speaking down to you.

You bit your own lip, looking down at your nightgown, the silk hiding very little of your body. You knew to never wear it out in public— but he was your Stepfather so you assumed it was okay.

“Y-yes… why do you want me to change?” You asked shyly, feeling insecure about what you were wearing in front of him now.

“Of course not sweetheart— you just gotta be careful dressing like that in front of strangers.” He pointed out, “You don’t have to worry when I’m around— I’ll protect you.”

You smiled at his protection, knowing you and your another were in good hands. If only you got a glimpse inside his mind.

“Thank you Lee, my Mother and I are lucky to have you around.” You told him, watching his smirk grow into a larger smile. “Would you like some coffee?”

He nodded and hummed, sitting down at the kitchen table, watching your body through the nightgown as you worked around the kitchen, getting the coffee prepared for him.

You finally set the cup of coffee down in front of him, standing close enough where Lee would get a whiff of your vanilla, buttery scent of your skin. The faintest smell of strawberries from your shampoo. It was like your scent was a drug— the smell filling his senses and pulling him into a trance.

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

“Thanks darling, look at you being so helpful. Such a good girl, helping your stepdaddy get ready for the day.” He cooed, placing his free hand around on your back, stroking the exposed soft skin of the open back of the nightgown.

His touch made you shiver, the skin he was touching buzzing pleasantly. His hands were rough and textured, lightly scratching your smooth skin.

You looked away from him, trying to hide your flustered state. His touch and his words had you feeling fuzzy— a pleasant haze floating around your brain. It confused you.

“W-will you make it home in time to have dinner with Mother and I tonight?” You asked him, despite the butterflies floating around your tummy.

He moved his hand from the middle of your back to your hip, squeezing the flesh in his massive hands palming almost the entirety of your hip. The action made you gasp, your lower abdomen tingling.

“I’ll be there darling.” He whispered as he was even closer to you now.

You felt your body warming up from his body heat, despite the house being cool. Every time he’d touch you, your body had an odd reaction— one that you didn’t understand. But it had you squirming uncomfortably, not from him. From the fact that you suddenly needed something to soothe this tingle that kept creeping up.

“O-okay.” You breathed out, escaping him once he let you go, paying attention to his coffee.

You used that as your opportunity to leave the room without another peep, heading towards your room where you would lock yourself in— trying to understand this itch you so needed to scratch now. You sat on your bed wondering why you felt so unsettled, so incomplete. You were frustrated and decided to jump into the shower, get yourself fresh and clear your mind— then you’d head to the library.

You took your time in the shower, scrubbing your body all over— making sure every inch of your flesh was clean. You washed your hair, and soon as you found yourself done with your routine— you stayed standing under the water. You stared blankly at the shower wall as you were deep in thought. Your hand had a kind of its own, and you found yourself palming your tit.

You let your finger drag ever so slowly over the bud, and you had to bite your other hand to keep the gasp from escaping.

You felt utterly filthy. Even as you stood squeaky clean in the shower— you knew Mother would be so disappointed at your doing such sinful acts. You knew you should stop, drop your hands and get out— but your thumb continued to swipe and circle your bud, the sensation making you sigh into your hand.

It was something you had never felt before and you wondered— if it was so bad, why’d it feel so good?

The water started to turn cold, going unnoticed by you who was slipping into a blissful state— drowning out the world with the delicious sensation.

Little did you know, Lee had picked the lock on your door and was watching your silhouette through the curtain from the doorway— his own hand palming himself through his pants.

He watched with lust blown eyes as you played with yourself, the delicious quiet whines escaping your lips in a sweet melody. God he wanted to be the one to pull such sounds from you.

He didn’t know how this was going to work, he wasn’t sure he could control himself around you with your Mother around. He guess he would find out soon enough.

For now he scurried off with an aching member, heading into work— the only image of your bare body in his mind.

A/N: this series is gonna be filthy, get ready👀

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

[sashaisready]

Your Heart Belongs to Me - Part One

Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female Reader (The Devil All The Time)

In late-1960s Knockemstiff, your husband Lee has been neglecting you for so long that you're starved of affection. Trapped in your domestic prison, could the young handyman working on your house be your ticket to freedom?

Warnings: smut/sexual references (light), angst, extramarital affairs, alcohol and drug use, alcoholism, some rough handling of female character by male character. Lee is quite dark in this story so please use caution.

Story Masterlist Part 2

You were rinsing the dinner plates and scrubbing the pots and pans when your husband came up behind you in the kitchen. You were humming to yourself like you often did during your chores, a little song to break up the monotony of your tedious duties.

Lee said nothing. He just quietly placed the crumpled piece of paper down next to the sink, pushing it across the counter by your elbow.

When you saw what it was your stomach sank so quickly you thought you might be sick. You felt your knees buckle as panic moved its way up your body, seemingly collapsing each of your muscles.

“Found this in the bedroom” he said quietly. You couldn’t read his tone which was always scarier, he was always more manageable when you could actually hear the anger in his voice.

You peered over at it intently as if you’d just seen it for the first time. “Huh” you uttered. “What’s that, baby?” Cutesy nicknames often helped appease him.

You knew feigning innocence would only get you so far, but you had to try.

“I was thinkin’ you could tell me” muttered Lee.

You carried on washing the dishes as if this was all no big deal, too nervous to turn around and face him.

“Sorry honeybun, nothing I’ve seen before” you said casually. “Maybe it fell out of one of my library books? People use all sorts of things for bookmarks”. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your breathing quicken, but of course he had.

“Maybe check it again” Lee said stonily. He held it in front of your face and you gingerly took it from him.

The paper was scrawled with chicken scratch handwriting. It looked like it had been written with blunt charcoal. It was actually an eyeliner pencil. You knew that, of course. You read it for the thousandth or so time since you’d received it. It was silly of you to keep it. You knew that then and you knew that now. But you thought you’d hidden it well enough. It was the only thing you owned which gave you joy. You treasured it, like a magpie guarding a precious piece of silver in its nest.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

“Sounds like someone has a sweetheart” you muttered, placing it back on the counter. “Shame it never found its way to the intended recipient I guess”.

Sweat dripped down your forehead as Lee hummed thoughtfully. You intently scrubbed at a stubborn patch of grease baked onto the pan.

“You know what’s funny?” Lee said as he placed a firm hand on your waist. “Your Heart Belongs To Me…ain’t that your favourite Supremes song?”

You gulped, going rigid in his grasp. “I-it is” you mumbled.

Lee chuckled. “A good husband knows his wife’s favourite song. I remember how much you used to play that one” he mused.

“Yes. When I had my record player, at least” you whispered tightly.

You froze as he continued his interrogation routine on you. He didn’t get to be Sheriff on luck alone.

“And ‘H’” he said thoughtfully, taking the time to enunciate the letter carefully. “I’ve been rackin’ my brains wondering who ‘H’ could be. Any ideas, sugar?” he asked, his grip on your waist tightening as his free hand joined the other side of you.

It was Harry, of course.

You knew that. Lee knew that.

Harry.

**

Harry had worked for you and Lee for a few weeks at the height of summer, building a shed in the yard and taking on a few odd jobs around the house as a handyman. Lee was too busy at the station of course, working long hours as he protected the town and did his duty. Many of those long hours were also spent in the company of prostitutes, or staring down a bottle of whisky in some seedy bar. He rarely tried to cover his tracks nowadays so you knew all about it. You saw the lipstick marks on his shirts in the laundry. Found that unfamiliar pair of discarded panties underneath the passenger seat of his cruiser (which you purposefully left on the dash so he knew you’d seen them). Smelt the liquor on his breath as he stumbled into bed with you countless hours after his shift had ended. Regardless, he had no such time to build sheds or put up shelves, so Harry was hired.

Harry, twenty one years old, fresh faced and beautiful. He seemed impossibly young to you, a living reminder of your lost youth – even though there wasn’t really that much difference in your ages, in the big scheme of things. His body was perfectly chiselled from years spent working with his hands outside, wide arms and broad shoulders, sturdy thighs and calloused fingers. Sometimes when you snuck glances at him as he worked - you’d catch him wiping his brow with his t-shirt, his exposed stomach like a washboard. He even had that prominent ‘V’ muscle creeping down to his crotch. You’d only ever seen pictures of that in the magazines. Nobody else in Knockemstiff looked like Harry. As he ran his fingers absent-mindedly through his long chestnut hair, you’d often feel your breath hitch and a tingle between your legs, suddenly thinking the type of thoughts that betrayed your marriage vows.

It started innocently enough. Mrs Bodecker, the Sheriff’s wife, is known for nothing if not being a good host. You’d bring him lemonade and home baked muffins, make him lunch, bring him wet towels to cool down with when the baking summer sun was too stifling. He was always so grateful, so appreciative. He’d tell you how good everything tasted and be openly in awe of your housekeeping skills. The most you got from Lee these days was a grunt, or he’d moan that he wanted porkchops when you made him lamb.

It was nice to have someone to talk to during the day. You were alone in the house by yourself most of the time, and your chores only kept you so busy. Harry would chat with you, ask you questions about yourself as he ate lunch and you cleaned the stove. He always seemed genuinely interested in your answers, remembering the details and referring to them again in later conversations. His attention was intoxicating, it made you feel special and important – as if maybe there was more to you than just being a homemaker and the Sheriff’s dutiful wife.

Your routine was that you’d put on your records as you cleaned, cooked, sewed and organised. Everything from The Supremes to The Stones, music brought you intense joy and brightened your days. Lee often called most of it a racket but you didn’t care. When he was out you’d shimmy up the stairs to the Four Seasons, scrub the bathroom tiles to The Monkees and dress your salads to Aretha. You’d dance by yourself, bouncing from room to room as you swayed to the music and tapped your feet. It was the only time you felt truly free, unencumbered by the dreariness of your day to day.

You’d tone it down when Harry was around of course, not wanting him to catch your embarrassing displays of frivolity. You’d sway to the songs, hum along gently, but reserved the real dancing for when you were alone.

Then one day you forgot yourself, getting caught up listening to Shout by the Isley Brothers. You just got carried away, twirling in the living room with your eyes closed and shaking your hips, leaping onto the couch and throwing your arms up with wild abandon. Completely unselfconscious and liberated.

You gasped when you saw Harry leaning against the doorframe, his gorgeous grin lighting up his face. You had blushed crimson as you stopped the record, ashamed to be caught in your private moment. But Harry had told you how much he liked it, he asked if he could join in. You awkwardly put the song back on and he began to dance too. You felt self-conscious at first but he took your hand and spun you around. His playful energy was so infectious you couldn’t help but relax and begin to enjoy it. Lee hated dancing and never indulged you apart from an occasional half-hearted slow dance sway at weddings. Dancing with a man who wanted to dance with you, who actually enjoyed dancing, was dizzying, particularly such a handsome man who had his pick of the girls in town.

After that, you and Harry danced every day. You’d take turns picking a record and would bop around the living room together laughing and twirling, he’d dip you and spin you around. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t feel guilt – it was just dancing after all, nothing more. Besides, Lee was up to much worse, so what did a little dancing hurt?

Lee was becoming harder to live with. He’d stopped having sex with you, just occasionally demanding a hand or blow job when he’d stumbled in from the bar, swaying with drunkenness – sometimes running to the bathroom to vomit afterwards. He never serviced your own needs, never even kissed you. Once night you tried to seduce him with his favourite dinner and a slinky teddy nightdress, nibbling on his earlobe on the couch – but he merely waved you away and told you he was watching TV. You don’t think he’d even have noticed if you’d been nude.

You’d resorted to touching yourself alone in bed on the nights he was out, thinking about dancing in Harry’s strong arms and picturing his deep blue eyes as you bucked wildly against your hand, your face pressed to the pillow to muffle your cries. You’d been married for nearly seven years now, and this wasn’t how you pictured your life.

One particularly stifling afternoon you’d put on Your Heart Belongs To Me for Harry and had slow danced with him in the kitchen, his hands gently clasping your hips as you swayed in time together. You’d looked up into his beautiful, welcoming sea blue eyes and he smiled back at you so warmly that your heart skipped a beat. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes as his hands caressed your back and you thought about another life, another you, with Harry. He would love you and you him. And all would be fine.

“The Sheriff is so lucky to have you” he had whispered, and your eyes filled with tears because Lee would never think such a thing.

“When I get married, if my wife is anythin’ like you I’ll be a happy man” he said softly. “Beautiful..kind…fun…the best cook in the state” he laughed.

You looked back at him, unsure of what to say, just basking in his kind words. Inhaling them like much needed oxygen, your heart stinging as you realised you hadn’t heard anything like that from a man in so many years.

“This is my favourite song” you whispered.

Harry smiled again. “I think it’s mine too now”.

He gently lifted a finger under your chin and raised your lips to his, your skin buzzed with electricity as he kissed you so tenderly you thought your legs might give out. Every nerve ending in your body felt alight in that moment, as if someone had flicked a long neglected switch somewhere in your brain and you suddenly came back to life.

But you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry” you said gently as you broke away. You gestured to your wedding ring and Harry just smiled apologetically, kissing you chastely on the cheek as he went back to work out in the yard. It all happened so quickly you briefly wondered if it had just been your imagination.

As much as you wanted it so desperately, you had taken marriage vows. Yes, your husband wasn’t exactly keeping up his end of the bargain but that didn’t mean you had to stoop to his level. Besides, you had been happy together once. When you were young and carefree, and Lee had been a fresh faced deputy ready to fight crime and make the town a better place. You’d had no money but that was alright, going at it in the backseat of his car and spending hours at the creek just holding hands and talking about your hopes and dreams. Pooling your pennies to buy a cheeseburger for a late breakfast and splitting it down the middle, both vowing you’d go out for fancy steak dinners and champagne once you were married and he was making more money.

But climbing the ladder in the force hardened Lee, exposing him to so much violence and corruption it just became his day to day. He drank more and more to deal with the stress and his temper that had always been on the edges of your relationship moved closer and closer to the centre. You knew he resented you even though you didn’t fully understand why, perhaps because your days consisted of cleaning products and chopping vegetables safe at home, and you couldn’t begin to grasp how his world worked anymore.

That evening you made him a nice dinner and decided to make another effort to really try and bond with him. You knew it was probably out of guilt after Harry’s stolen kiss, but if it brought you two closer together then that was only a good thing.

But he didn’t come home of course, and you called the station but he’d already left and they couldn’t tell you where he was (a lie, you knew they always covered for each other with the wives). So his dinner went in the trash and you padded off to bed alone like you so often did. A crash woke you at 2am and you went downstairs to find Lee on the floor of the living room barely able to stand. You pulled him to his feet, seething, as he then collapsed into the wall knocking your beloved record player flying – you could only watch in horror as you heard it crack when it hit the hard marble of the fireplace.

It was ruined of course, beyond fixing. You sat on the floor clutching it in tears as Lee stumbled onto the couch, cursing at the wreckage and promptly passing out.

The next morning you stonily made him breakfast as he nursed a killer hangover and you were giving him the silent treatment over the incident. He knew you were upset as he was sweet as pie, which he only ever was when he felt guilty. The overenthusiastic niceness about the bacon and excessive compliments on your hair did nothing but rile you up further until you told him simply that you just wanted him to replace the record player rather than play out this ridiculous charade. He shifted in his seat and mumbled something about saving money and you finally lost it with him.

“That record player is the only thing in this house that I truly love and you DESTROYED it” you screamed. “You NEED to replace it”.

“I don’t NEED to do anythin’ with the money I bring home” he spat. “I feed ya, clothe ya, set you up pretty comfortably don’t I?? You don’t get to dictate what I do with my pay check”.

You had been furious, vibrating with rage, gripping the sink as your contempt for him flowed through your body.

“Maybe you’d have a bit more to spare if you didn’t spend so much on whiskey and whores” you had growled at him.

He stared at you in silence, his face clouded with anger. His blue eyes were so piercing that you feared they’d tear holes into your flesh. But then he merely chuckled, as if you’d said the silliest thing in the world. He went back to eating as if you weren’t even there.

“Lee, please” you reasoned, softening as you realised you needed to change tact. “I love my records. They make me so happy” you crossed the kitchen towards him, standing next to his chair and taking his hand. “Please, can we just get a new one. It’s the only thing I want, nothin’ else” you pleaded.

Lee groaned. You could see he was relenting, but not enough. The whores comment had probably stuck in his craw.

“Sorry sweetness, can’t do it right now. Maybe after a few more paychecks. I really didn’t mean to break it, I am sorry”.

He got up and kissed you on the cheek as he went to leave for work.

You waited until he’d left and then sobbed quietly at the kitchen table, your world suddenly much greyer and smaller this morning.

Harry had arrived as usual but kept himself to himself, clearly giving you space after the kiss. It was his final day working for the Bodeckers as he’d finally worked through the long list of jobs Lee set out for him. You busied yourself with your chores but it was all a lot harder without your music. You suddenly realised you couldn’t carry on like this. You’d finally had enough. Taking away your dancing was the last straw.

You brought Harry’s lunch out to him and a pitcher of sweet tea. He was as attentive and kind as ever, and your heart swelled merely be being in his presence. You knew it was now or never.

“I have your last pay from Lee and I’ll give it you when you finish up this afternoon”.

He smiled. “Thanks Mrs. B. I’ve enjoyed working here a lot. Thanks again for all your kind hospitality”.

You both looked at each other intensely, glimpses of sadness between you and it was clear neither wanted it to end.

“Harry” you said quietly, checking that no neighbours were nearby. “Would you take me somewhere tonight?”

Harry swallowed, studying you carefully as his eyes narrowed. “Uh yeah of course – but er what about-”

“He’ll be out all night” you cut him off. “Fridays are poker nights with the boys. I’ll be lucky to see him before midnight”.

Harry nodded “Alright. I’ll pick you up at eight, then”. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at you, and everything seemed a little bit more bearable.

“Okay. But I’ll meet you out at the dirt road so nobody sees us” you whispered.

He smiled back at you. “It’s a date”.

You grinned fiendishly, nodding and running back to the kitchen. The rest of the day went by in a blur, you were giddy with excitement, feeling those same butterflies you did in your teens when you first started going with Lee.

At the end of the afternoon you gave Harry his final pay as he bid you farewell and you thanked him for all his hard work. You both smiled knowingly as he walked out to his truck for the final time, co-conspirators in your private secret. You then ran the clock down until eight and finally jogged out to the dirt road. Nobody saw you, and even if they did, your neighbours knew you sometimes liked an evening stroll.

You heart pounded in your chest as you stepped into Harry’s truck and he greeted you with a sloppy kiss. You kissed him back firmly, his tongue finding yours and suddenly your fingers were through his thick hair. You didn’t even think of Lee. You just leaned into the kiss and climbed onto Harry’s lap, holding him so tightly that you might never let him go. He moaned softly against you and it was the most wonderful sound you’d heard in years. He pulled away and beamed at you, gently moving you back to your seat and he drove. He drove and drove. Far out of town and from prying eyes. You rolled the window down and felt the summer breeze whip through your hair as the truck sped through the night. You were free for a moment. Free from Lee. Free from the house. Just existing under the night sky.

Harry finally pulled over at the edge of an abandoned quarry and you just sat listening to his car radio, hands gently clasped across the seats. He brought out a liquor bottle and you shared it between you, grinning as the alcohol warmed your bellies and ran languidly through your veins. He lit up a joint and you both took puffs, you coughing weakly as you hadn’t smoked pot in years. You felt a quick thrill, the Sheriff’s wife doing drugs in the car of a young man who wasn’t her husband. You giggled as your felt your mind cloud and the substances take hold.

“I’m so glad you’re here” said Harry, as he nuzzled into your neck.

“Me too” you replied as your hands caressed his broad chest. “I wish I could stay in this moment forever”.

He nodded silently and your bodies melted into one another.

Before you knew it, Harry was lifting up your dress in the flatbed of the truck, his prickly stubble rubbing against the softness of your thighs as his lips found your core. You had gasped as his tongue worked their way into your folds, exploring every inch of you as you writhed and gyrated against him – putty in his hands. He curled a finger inside, then another, as your walls pulsed around him and you cried out into the night, your hands tight fists and your teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip. Your climax was overwhelming, a thousand explosions all happening at once as you shattered into a million pieces. Your mind was fuzzy from the drink, and the weed, and the adrenaline of this moment. Your eyes filled with tears, it was just all too much – your body had being crying out for touch, crying out for release, starved of affection and desperate for warmth for so long.

Harry wiped your eyes with his thumb and kissed you softly as he finally took you under the night sky, thrusting into you with ferocity but never roughly or crassly. You felt him entirely as you hitched your legs around his waist and allowed him to sweep you away with butterfly kisses from your breasts and up to your forehead. The stars shone brightly above as the glow of the moonlight bounced off of your skin.

Itchycoo Park by Small Faces was quietly playing on the car radio, the song echoing around the truck bed, the music filling in the gaps between your collective whimpers and moans -

“It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful”

And it was.

You both climaxed together, Harry’s hips shuddering against yours as he filled you to the brim with his spend. You weren’t on birth control but you didn’t care, all that mattered was this moment – being with him – feeling the warmth between your legs. You both lay in each other’s arms panting as you came down from the high of your orgasm, just watching the stars and enjoying the weight of one another’s bodies.

The hours slipped away and you headed home. Your heart was heavy that it was over, but you were overjoyed it had even happened. You would remember this night forever, it would be your lighthouse in the choppy sea. You could go back to it in your mind anytime you wanted. Your soul had been nourished. Your heart fed.

As you finally pulled up a few streets away from your house you checked your make-up in the mirror, it was silly really as you were only going to bed – but it was a habit, and it gave you a bit longer with Harry. He watched you attentively as you applied a bit more lipstick and carefully smoothed your hair.

“I’m movin’ to the city tomorrow” he whispered.

His words cut through you like a knife, the thought of never seeing him again chilled you. But it was probably for the best.

“Oh that’s great” you told him softly as you cupped his cheek, running a finger along his lips. “What an adventure”.

“Mm. Gonna get a good job. Start a new life”. He looked at you sadly.

“That sounds wonderful. You’ll do great things” you whispered, trying to restrain the tears from falling.

“Come with me” he said sombrely, pressing his forehead against yours.

You laughed softly, your hand clasping the back of his neck. “Oh sweetheart, I’d love to. But you know I can’t”.

“Why not?” he asked, his tone earnest and his eyes wide. “We can get an apartment together. Dance in the living room every day. I can…make you happy”.

The tears began to fall then, and you let them. For a moment you considered it – you could pack a case now and sneak out early in the morning before Lee even woke up. There was some cash stashed in the cookie jar in the kitchen cupboard, you could take that. Get a job out there, maybe wait tables or learn to type. Live with Harry and start a new life. Every fibre of your being told you to go.

But you couldn’t.

“You’ve got your whole life to live, sweetie” you told him kindly. “Go out there and live it, please. For me. You can’t have anyone holding you back”.

He smiled, his eyes watery with tears. He knew you were right.

He pulled a dog eared receipt from the floor of his truck and helped himself to the eyeliner pencil from your purse. He scribbled on the back of the receipt, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrated on the words. He handed it to you silently.

Never forget that each day your beauty catches me off guard. Your Heart Belongs To Me – H

You gasped as you read it, holding it tightly to your chest.

“Thank-you, Harry. I will never forget you”.

He kissed you one last time, a delicate lingering kiss as his fingers stroked your cheek.

“I’ll think of you every time I hear that song”.

“Goodbye, Harry”.

You shared one final look, smiling warmly at one another – so much unspoken between you both, yet everything crystal clear.

And with that you stepped out into the night. It was too hard to look back, so you marched back to your house with your eyes forward, the tears falling. You clutched the note tightly in your hand as you unlocked the front door.

Lee was still out, of course. Oblivious to all that had taken place. You hid the note deep in your dresser, under piles of tangled necklaces and odd earrings which had long lost their partner but you didn’t want to throw out – ever optimistic the other would return. You got into bed and cried yourself to sleep.

That was months ago now. You’d sleepwalked through your life since, your domestic tasks much more gruelling with the absence of your records, your days quieter without Harry for company, your spirit duller now you could no longer dance. If Lee had noticed any change in you then he hadn’t shared it. The whiskey fuelled late nights continued, an endless cycle stumbling into bed in the early hours. Tedious small talk was all that you shared.

You thought about Harry each night, the feeling of his strong arms around you – the softness of his pillowy lips against your collarbone, the groans he made when he felt you wrapped around him. You’d read the note often, clutching it to your body as if you’d somehow be able to feel him through his words.

“It’s all too beautiful

It’s all too beautiful”.

All until now, when Lee had discovered your little secret.