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Good Girls Grown Up
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Note: This takes place approximately three years before the current timeline of Ex Wive's Club
Warnings:Â anxiety, feelings of not being a good enough pairing, slight angst, insecurities, soft! Lee (because that is a warning), bullying, mentions of an unwanted child, angst in children, gaslighting.Â
âMayor Bodecker, what do you think you are doing?â she whispered softly as her husbandâs nimble fingers worked their way sinfully inside of her sleep shorts. Lee hummed thoughtfully, pressing his erection against his wifeâs backside. His fingers dipped inside of her, and she moaned. Her eyes flickered closed and her core clenched around the familiar digits, âLeeâŠoh, fuckâŠâ
âSuch improper language for the first lady of our little town.â
She giggled as he nipped along her neck. Instinctively she bucked her hips against her husbandâs hand, his calloused palm dragging deliciously against her clit. Leeâs own hips pressed forward once more as he was filled with need for her, âLeeâŠoh, LeeâŠwho cares about languageâŠâ
âYouâre right,â he agreed thoughtfully. She whimpered when his fingers pulled out of her, and his hands worked needily on her sleep shorts. She was quick to stop him, and he frowned. She turned her head ever so slightly so that she saw him in her peripherals. He wore a nervous look, âwhatâs wrong, Em?â
âLeeâŠthe kidsâŠâ she sighed, âitâs EasterâŠtheyâre bound to barge inâŠand the tripletsâŠâ
Lee looked over to the extra-large bassinet, where his three youngest babies were sleeping soundly. He sighed to himself, âyou know that âheâ misses being inside of you, sweet peaâŠâ
âLee, we have nine little babies nowâŠnot sixâŠand four of them have the ability to barge in without their siblings carrying them.â
âJust one taste,â Lee all but begged, his nose gently touching that of his wifeâs. She turned around in his arms, giggling at him. He frowned a little bit more and she wrapped her arms around his neck, âcâmon sweet peaâŠweâve done this since we moved hereâŠI taste you before we start our festivitiesâŠit sets my whole day right!â
âYour insatiable nature is the reason we have nine children, mayor!â she teased.
âOh, itâs not for lack of trying, sweet pea,â Lee smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife, âif youâd let me as much as I wanted to, weâd easily have double the number.â
âLee Bodecker!â she squealed.Â
Lee smiled, âcâmon sugarâŠthere was a time when you were the sameâŠI remember quite frequently when we were freshly married, you were askinâ for my Bodecker baby juice all the timeâŠâ
A new blush rose to her cheeks and Lee shot her a flirtatious wink, âoh I still do want itâŠbut I think we need to seriously consider you getting snipped firstâŠâ
She watched the color drain from his face, âsnipped?â
âLee, we have nine babiesâŠâ
âWhat happened to double digits, Mrs. Bodecker?â
âNine children happened!â she sighed, admitting it aloud, âI donât know how youâre in your 40âs and manage to keep up with them. Iâm only in my 20âs and they leave me exhausted every nightâŠâ
âYou want me to hire a nanny to help you out?â Lee asked, a concerned tone taking hold of his voice, âsweet peaâŠI cou-â
âIâm not saying that, Lee,â she said quickly, cutting him off, âI just-â
âSweet peaâŠI donât want you feeling like you are run ragged by the babiesâŠwe got more than enough money to be hiring help!â Lee offered.  He watched how silent he was for a moment, and in that instant he knew that there was a bit more to how she was feeling.Â
He started piecing together all the little hints.Â
They hadnât been having as much sex.Â
She was less flirty, and always talking about being exhausted.Â
Sometimes heâd get home late and sheâd already be passed out in bed, the children tucked away.Â
Lee waited patiently, âbabyâŠtalk to meâŠjust say the word and weâll do it.â
Em bit her lip, âyou wouldnât be mad?â
Lee felt his heart ache. He held his wife a little bit closer and reached up to tip her chin up so that she was looking directly at him, âwhy would I be mad, sweet pea? We have nine amazing babies togetherâŠyou gave me that amazing gift! Hell, you agreed to marry me and let me make nine sweet, beautiful babies with you. Let me do this for you, babyâŠâ
âI think I need help, LeeâŠâ she admitted with a nod. Lee nodded in response and wrapped his arms around her.
âWeâll hire some help, babyâŠ.and I-Iâll look into a vasectomy.â
âI-I donât want to go to school todayâŠâ
Jake frowned, looking down at Evie as he served up the pancakes and French toast heâd made for the kids. His youngest two seemed oblivious to the tension in the room as they munched on their breakfast, but Jake and his eldest son were tuned into Evieâs distress, âwhy not, Eve?â
âI just donât want to go!â she muttered, poking at her food, âcan I stay home today? I-I think I need to stay home. My tummy hurts!â Â
âLook, kiddoâŠwe talk about our feelings in this householdâŠyou know that! If youâre feeling sick, weâll make a doctorâs appointment and get it figured out, but thatâs not what it sounds like. So do you want to talk about it? If not, weâre going to school today!â Jake said firmly as he placed the pan back on the stove. When she didnât respond he put the spatula down and turned around, speaking into the Bluetooth in his ear, where his team was going over the groundwork for a mission, âClayâŠpooch, Iâm going to have to call you guys backâŠâ
He tapped the side of his Bluetooth without waiting for a response, and then looked to his adopted daughter, âyou going to tell me whatâs going on, Evie, or do I have to play twenty questions?â
Her jaw tensed momentarily, and her eyes glistened. She looked to Tyler and he went to speak but she ran away from the table. Jake looked between his sons and daughter. Layla and Jacob shrugged, the three and four year old not entirely sure what was going on, while the second grader Tyler bit his lip and looked away from his father. Jake watched his sonâs actions, and he sighed when the little boy refused to make eye contact with him.Â
âTylerâŠâ
âEvie asked Michael to play with her at recess yesterdayâŠand they kissed underneath the slideâŠâ
He fought off the instinctive protective urge that made him want to smack the young Barber boy silly in lieu of hearing the rest of what his son had to say. He waited, but Tyler remained silent. Jakeâs brow furrowed, âandâŠâ
âSome of the other kids said that Michael only kissed her because he felt bad for her,â he admitted, still biting his lip as he told his father the story, âEvie got sad when they asked why heâd feel bad for herâŠâ
âWhat did they say, Tyler?â
âThat Michael only did it because he feels bad that Evieâs real mom didnât want herâŠâ he said quickly, âthat you and mom only took her in because her mom was going to throw her away! They started calling her a garbage baby.â
Jake looked down the hall, heartbroken over what his son had just told him. Theyâd had a long journey fighting for Evie, and she was wanted amongst the Jenson clan more than anything, âyou know thatâs not true, right Tyler?â Â
âOf course I know that!â he said as though it were the most obvious piece of information he ever heard, âI told Evie that we love her and that she should tell you and mom, but she said noâŠshe tried to talk to Michael and he wouldnât even look at her.â
Jakeâs jaw tensed, âthat little shitâŠâ
âDadâŠam I in trouble?â
âNo bud,â Jake said with a shake of his head. He reached over and messed with his sonâs hair, âyou arenât in trouble.â
âI pushed Michael when he ran away from EvieâŠâ
âIâll be right back,â Jake said quickly, disregarding the claim that his son made, âyou did good in protecting your sisterâŠdo me a favor and make sure Layla and Jacob eat breakfast!â
âOkay daddyâŠâ
Jake rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Evieâs room was. His heart ached as he heard the little girl crying from the other side of the door. But before he could so much as speak when he burst through the door, he saw that his wife already was there sitting on the bed, with Evie  sitting on her lap and sobbing against her chest.
âItâs okay, Evie,â Maddie sighed, gently smoothing down her half-sisterâs hair, âdonât listen to those mean kids at schoolâŠâ
âThey said my real mommy didnât want me! They called me a garbage baby,â she sobbed, âand Michael went along with it. Michael is my boyfriend! And he didnât stand up for me.â
âWell Iâm going to talk to Sasha and Andy after I drop you off at school-â
âMommy no!â
âBabyâŠthatâs not right,â she sighed, looking into her half-sisters chocolate orbs, âno one should say that. And if Michael really was your boyfriend he would have stood up for you. You said Tyler stood up for you, right?â
âUh-huhâŠâ
âPeople that love you will always stick up for you, baby!â Â
âBut my real mommy didnât want me!â she argued, âno one wants meâŠyou and daddy just feel bad for me!â
âDonât you ever say that again!â Maddie said firmly, holding the little girl at armâs length. Maddieâs tears reflected Evieâs and both of them refused to move a muscle, âI donât want you to ever say that againâŠâ
âBut itâs true!â
âI want you!â Maddie said quickly, a tear streaming down her cheek, âI want you so desperately to be part of the family EvieâŠour mother was a mean womanâŠbut I wanted you so badly. I fought for you!â
âWe fought for you!â Jake agreed from the door.Â
Both Evie and Maddie looked teary eyed at Jake. Jake felt like his throat was closing up, seeing two of his girls in so much pain, but he pushed himself further into the room. He dropped to his knees, âEvieâŠMaddie and I want youâŠMaddie and I adopted you when we got you hereâŠremember?â
The little girl nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.Â
But the trio was shocked when they heard another voice from the door.
âWe want you too, Evie!â Tyler proclaimed, âYouâre my big sisterâŠyouâre all of our big sisterâŠâ
âSissy!â the three-year-old Jacob chirped. Layla nodded in agreement, rocking back and forth on her feet.
âWe love you, sissy!â
Evie sniffled and Jake led the charge, wrapping his arms around both Maddie and her. The Jensen babies were quick to join in and they all began to reaffirm the love that they held for Evie. Maddie sniffled and Jakeâs eyes caught hers.
âI love you!â she mouthed.Â
And Jake tearily smiled, wondering how his life managed to go so right.
âHeyâŠâ
Cami looked up from her desk, surprised to see Sam standing there with kindergarteners Jamie and Stephanie, and his own four-year-old daughter, Kaya. She bit her lip, unable to hold back the smile from her lips, âwell hey there guysâŠwhat are you doing here?â
âA few of the guys were working on some new prototypes for the wings on my suitâŠâhe said with a shrug, âpicked the girls up, and was going to take them down to the tech lab since the daycare closed down for the dayâŠâ
âAgain?â
âYour newborn brother can be thanked for thatâŠâ he said while holding back a chuckle. Cami frowned, nervous to ask. Sam bit his lip, âapparently one of the women was playing with him, and he wouldnât let go of her fingerâŠâ
âOh noâŠâ
âHe snapped it!â
Cami gasped, âNo.â
âWas pretty funny watching Buck come and get himâŠâ Sam admitted, âbut itâs better than Mel coming down. You know she would have made those poor girls feel bad for it. Your dad just looks sad when he tries to fight over it.â
âOh godâŠis he arguing with them again?â
âBaby, itâs the second time James injured one of the workersâŠâ
âHeâs a serum babyâŠthey know that theyâre supposed to not stick their hands in his face,â she sighed, âheâs got super strength. I mean, Jamie and Stephanie are a lot more mild-mannered than him, and me and Steve were there a lot moreâŠI mean, he cut down on the missions he took, and I didnât work for a while when I had themâŠmom is a counselor with those groups and dadâs never slowed down. James is bored! Of course heâll break bones and test waters if someone allows him to.â
âDoesnât do that to your mom!â
âMom does have a way with Barnes boysâŠâ she laughed to herself, âshe puts them in their place, and quick!â
âMommy come with us!â Jamie begged, interrupting the adult conversation.
Stephanie and Kaya agreed, âCome down to play with us!â
âMommyâs busy babiesâŠI have a lot of work I need to do!â
âPlease!â Kaya asked, running up to Camiâs desk, âwe wanna show you a card we madeâŠwe made cards!â
âA card?â
Sam nodded, pulling the attention away from the girls, âthey made you and Nia a card because motherâs day was coming up next monthâŠâ
âYou girls made us cards?â
The girls giggled, excitedly nodding along. A chorus of squeals met her ears, âand I have to come down with you guys?â
âUh huh!â
âYEAH!â
âCome with us, mommy!â
âSee my mommy?â
âYes, Kaya, we can stop at the medical ward and see your mommy too!â she agreed, lifting the young Wilson girl up, âafter we drop daddy off to go play with his wings, we can see mommy Nia!â Â Â
âDaddy us uppies too?â
Sam smiled, lifting Jamie up first, only to pass her off to Cami, who balanced her on the other hip, and then he turned to Stephanie who was giddly awaiting to be picked up by him.
âUppies!â Stephanie giggled.
âYeah, yeah!â Sam smiled, lifting her up, ânow you three are stuck with us!â
âYAY!â Kaya giggled.
âMission Accomplish!â
âTo tech!â Jamie demanded.
âYep,â Sam nodded, already starting out the door, âMission accomplished girls. We got mommy out of the office! Now lets go play with Uncle Tonyâs tech and then weâll see your mommy Kaya!â
The girls were a mess of giggles, chattering excitedly the whole way down to the tech wing, but as soon as Sam let them go to try on the wings, the girls all lost interest.Â
It didnât matter that he was the new Captain America, or that the wings were easily way bigger than them. The girls were far more excited by the prospect of showing off their cards.Â
They had jointly handed off their card for Cami, but the twins insisted that they take the card up to Kayaâs mom. Sam was okay with the idea, seeing the girls were already starting to get a little bored being forced to be in the space that wasnât friendly to a child.Â
So they quickly made their way up to the medical wing. Doctor Cho had told Cami that Nia was off in the office, catching up on paperwork.Â
And surprised she was, when Cami opened the door to the office, and three little girls were bunched up beside her, rushing on in.Â
âHey, I hope you donât mind,â she said quickly as the girls ran to the front of the desk, âDoctor Cho said it was okay and we wanted to surprise you!â
Nia smiled, genuinely taken back seeing her little girl excitedly peering at her from over the edge of the desk, âYouâŠwanted to surprise me?â
Cami smiled at how surprised Nia actually looked. She looked from her daughter to her one time best friend, tears lining her eyes. Kaya was giggling, the four-year-old holding out a motherâs day card that was nothing more than a bunch of scribbles to her.
âMomma, you!â
âSheâs handing it to you, momma!â Cami smirked.Â
Nia rushed around the desk and knelt down to her daughter, overwhelmed by the emotions that sheâd felt. She reached out, her hand stroking her daughterâs cheek, before pushing back to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, âitâs beautiful baby.â
âLove you momma!â
Kaya nearly threw herself against her mother, her tiny arms wrapping around her as much as they could. Nia leaned into her daughterâs touch, âoh babyâŠthank you.â
The card lay nearly forgotten between the two of them for a few moments.Â
âIf youâre willing to spring yourself from Dr. Cho for a bit, we could go and grab lunch with the girls. Sam is testing some new wings in the courtyard.â
âDo you wanna grab some lunch, baby?â Nia asked.Â
Kaya nodded excitedly, âWe go lunch with mommy and momma.â
âYeah baby!â Nia confirmed, âletâs go grab some lunch.â
Sasha bit her nails, unsure of what to do. She sighed, taking a deep breath as the doctor looked at her, âthereâs nothing wrong with your daughter, Mrs. Barber, or so it appears, but weâll know more after tonight.â
âSee, I told you,â Andy smiled reassuringly, âAshley is doing great!â
âAndy, sheâs wetting the bed and screaming in the middle of the nightâŠâ she said worriedly, âlast week she stopped breathing.â
âYou thought she stopped breathing.â
âYou donât have to deal with it,â she grumbled, âyou sleep like a rock, AndyâŠâ
âBabyâŠâ
âWell, the two of you will have a night off tonight at least,â the doctor attempted to joke, âthe sleep study should reveal any issues that sheâs been having and weâll get to the bottom of it.â
Andy and Sasha shared a look before turning their attention back to the doctor, âyou mean we can leave her here?â
âSheâll be monitored the whole night. You two are free to leave. The sleep study will end and weâll have the results by nine AM.â
âWhy do you have to discredit everything that I do?â she spat, the left overs to the dinner she, Andy, and Michael had enjoyed, now being put away.
Andy frowned, âwhat are you talking about, Sash?â
âThe doctorâs office, earlier..I thought Ashley stopped breathing,â she remarked, âno, AndyâŠI didnât think it happened. It did happen. I was check-â
âHere we go again,â Andy growled, cutting her off, âyou check on the kids through the night and you spotted her in a second where her breath hitched. You didnât have to go rushing in and make it seem like you were saving her life, Sasha. Ashley was fine. You scared her when you woke her up like thatâ
âIâm not crazy, AndyâŠshe did stop breathing!â
âLook, I get itâŠthe kids werenât your first option, but youâre going overboard, Sasha,â he said angrily, his arms crossing over his broad chest. He leaned against the counter and glared at her, âbut we had Michael. You walked away and left me with him. He turned out fine. When you came back, you agreed to a second child. You wanted Ashley just as much as I did. You canât keep going back and forth about this.â
âWhat the hell are you saying, Andy?â
âYou need to get help,â he said simply, shrugging his shoulders, âI was talking to Bucky and the guys about it bec-â
âYou were talking to Bucky?â she growled, âwhy the hell were you talking to Bucky and the guys about our relationship, Andrew?â
âMelâs a counselor baby!â
âDonât baby me,â she replied angrily, âthis is not a situation you can just âbabyâ your way out of. You were talking about me to the guysâŠâ
âI think you could really help from the support groups that Melissa helps run.â
âIâm not going to that, AndyâŠwe tried it when I went through the postpartum with her, and it didnât work,â she answered, her defenses building up because of her anger, âmy meds are good, and I evened out!â
âYou havenât,â Andy declared, âeven before the other week when Ashley supposedly stopped breathing, you were doing things, putting her through unnecessary tests. Thereâs nothing wrong with our daughter, SashaâŠâ
âAndy yes there is!â
âNo, there isnât!â he argued, ânow hereâs whatâs going to happen, SashâŠbecause Iâm fucking tired of this. Tomorrow morning, when we pick up Ashley and the doctor says thereâs nothing wrong with her, youâre going to drop it. No more testing. No more scaring her. Weâre done with this endless, needless chase.â
âSomethings wrong, And-â
âSASHA if you donât drop it, Iâm going to drop youâŠplain and simple. Stop looking for things to be wrong!â Andy said definitively, âbecause the only issues that exist are the ones that youâre creating!â
âI donât want to do it, AriâŠâ
Ari smiled, watching as his wife held their eldest, balanced on her hip, âyouâve already done it once, my loveâŠbut if youâre really upset about letting Isaac going to kindergarten in the fall, we could always-â
âOh no, Levinson, I know where youâre going with that,â Britt smirked. She was quick to cover Israelsâ ears, even though the sick kindergartener was in a deep sleep against his mother, âand watch that mouth of yours daddy bearsâŠweâve got baby ears nearby.â
Ari licked his lips and eyed his wifeâs form, her sleep shorts leaving her thighs bare, while the fabric of the cami was pushed down ever so slightly from Israel leaning against her chest, âwellâŠhe is asleepâŠwe could put him back down in his bed.â
âAriâŠâ
Ari sighed, knowing how much she missed spending her days with her growing children. Sheâd been far too busy at the law firm with her father lately, and had begun missing out on mile markers like Israel losing his first tooth and the Thanksgiving play. And sheâd missed Isaac learning how to tie his shoes. And their youngestâŠBritt was heartbroken when she missed Ariannaâs first day of daycare just so that she could get some socialization with children other than her two older brothers.Â
âI know mommy bear!â Ari agreed, coming in close to his wife. He reached out and took Israel out of her arms, and the little boy snuggled against his father, adjusting quickly, âyou wanted to go back to work thoughâŠâ
âI thought I would be okayâŠâ
âWe can talk to your dad together if you want,â Ari offered, âIâm sure heâd underst-â
âNoâŠwe canât bring it up!â she frowned, âyou know how much issues heâs having with SashaâŠâ
âBut if this is affecting you this much-â
âAriâŠdad doesnât need the stressâŠI-Iâll get through it,â she argued quickly and quietly, following her husband as he went to Israelâs room and laid the five year old down, âI just didnât know that Iâd miss spending this much time with the kidsâŠand I mean, one of us has to workâŠyou retired from the embassy. And-â
âHeyâŠcalm down,â Ari said gently. She stared helplessly up at him while he held her by the shoulders, âyou are an amazing, intelligent woman, who is a force to be reckoned with, in and out of the courtroom. But you are just one woman. You need to take care of yourself just as much as you want to take care of everyone else. If not being home is getting to you this much that you need an out, Iâll go back to work. I have contacts, and I could pick up as an independent contractorâŠand I can do it all from home.â
âI canât just leave dad in the dustâŠâ
âYouâre notâŠand heâll understand that. Youâre a junior partner, and youâve done so much for him with the law firm. You could still consult. You could work from home if you really want. Iâm sure your dad would appreciate you being the one who looks up the background for his cases. Heâd love to have some free time. You could step down, and do the leg work,â Ari said kindly, âyouâve always loved that best about being a lawyer anyways.â
âI haveâŠâ she admitted, thoughtfully thinking it over, âgod, I really have.â
Ari smiled, âseeâŠand you could spend more time with the kidsâŠand with meâŠâ
âThere it is,â she teased, âthe real reason heâs helping outâŠâ
âHeyâŠif I get to taste that honeypot more often, who knows,â he shrugged playfully, âI may convince you of a fourth child yetâŠâ
âAriâŠâ
âThatâs not a no,â he smirked, finally letting go of his wife and sauntering out of the room. Britt felt a sense of relief as she thought about what she and Ari discussed. She could talk to her father, and if she really needed to, she knew that Ari would go with her as well and she wouldnât have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and her family, âyou coming to bed, mommy bear?â
Britt giggled, finally exiting her sonâs bedroom. As the door clicked softly behind her she was surprised to see Ariâs shirt in the middle of the hall, leading towards the open bedroom door. As she walked and picked it up, she spotted his sleeping pants just around the corner of the door.Â
âAriâŠâ
âCome to bed, mommy bearâŠ.daddyâs got a little of his own honey waiting for youâŠâ
Britt giggled a little bit more, her previous anxieties washing away as she lightly jogged down the remaining length of the hall and into her bedroom. Her eyes nearly bulged out as she shut the door. Her husband was laying naked on the bed in front of her.Â
âWell hello there, mommy bear,â he smirked huskily. Brittâs eyes raked down his muscular, hairy frame. The rasp in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and her thighs instinctively clenched. Her mouth went dry as she watched him stroking his already hard cock, âshould we make a little extra time to let mommy bear feel good?â
âOh I think she more than deserves it!â she purred, sauntering towards her husband as her fingers worked on pulling her camisole off.
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Your small town has been invaded by a biker club. They want a peaceful takeover but they can twist your arm if needed.
Holy shnikes, I spent so much time working on this! I almost had to make it a two part story! I've barely been able to work on anything else because I needed to get this story written up instead. I honestly think I've never written anything like this before.
Word Count: ~3.6k
Warnings: Choking, Dub/non consent, Implied violence, Knife play (mild). Please let me know if I missed any!
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Sheriff Lee Bodecker and Mayor John Walker caved to the bikers pretty quickly. Part of you could understand why; only a handful of officers in the entire county compared to a full biker gang? They'd never stand a chance. Better to be allowed to live without having to worry about ending up in the hospital. The Mayor didn't care so long as he got to keep his job, which now meant making the bikers happy.
Which meant paying the bikers with money from the city budget. Your library's budget in particular.
When you'd tried to argue about it, Mayor Walker hit back with "well we can't take any more from the school! Besides, no one needs the library anymore. They've all got their home computers and Internet. You'll be fine with the new budget."
In the end you'd had to let go all but one very part-time employee, relying on two or three volunteers instead. You were already working long hours but now they felt endless. With the budget cut, you had to reduce the purchases of new books in favor of maintaining the Internet connection several of older patrons relied on. Almost half of your day was spent working on applying for grants for additional funding for after-school programs and free-lunch programs for during the summer breaks.
Looking over everything, you were certain you'd have to dip into your own meager savings if you were going to meet the needs of your community. Mayor Walker really didn't seem to understand what the people of his city actually needed, but he didn't seem to care so long as he was in charge.
During an after-school reading time with the Kindergartners you're surprised by the entrance of one of the bikers. You think he's the second-in-command, but you're not sure. He's definitely not the blond in charge; "Cap" you think they call their leader. Still, you have kids to take care of, and this newcomer is a grown man. He can take care of himself.
When the story is done it's time for a nap for the kids. This is very likely the longest they've ever been away from home, away from family, and the sleep helps keep them from getting overstimulated. It was another thing Mayor Walker just didn't understand. All of these kids had parents that worked full time and couldn't afford a babysitter. There were no daycare options, either. Decades ago the kids could be left with a grandparent or a cousin, but they're all working as well or moved out of town. That left the library as a haven for the kids who didn't have access to the limited after-school activities as an option.
If there's anything good about working in such a tiny library it's that you can keep an eye on the kids and the biker while going about your other duties. Thankfully you'd gotten some WD-40 for the book carts so they wouldn't squeak and wake anyone up while you re-shelve books.
You also get a better look at the biker. He's sitting in one of the chairs reading The Hobbit. You hate to admit it but he does look handsome. Longish dark hair, steely blue eyes. For some reason he's still wearing his gloves. If only his arrival hadn't heralded such troubles for you. Well, at least he wasn't causing trouble.
Shelving the books gets you a bit of stretching and some impromptu squat exercises. You spend so much of your time at a desk that this is the closest thing you get to a workout. Given how your body continually snaps, crackles and pops, you could probably use more.
Your exercise is cut short by Ruth's entry and you have to fight the urge to let out a groan. Ruth is one of the older ladies in town who refused to get a computer for her home. Unfortunately that means each time she visits, you have to walk her through even the most basic elements of using a computer so she can send an email to her granddaughter. The entire time she complains to you about how much she hates computers and how much she wishes her daughter would've raised her own daughter correctly and been happy to just accept a phone call, and on, and on, and on.
"Hello Ruth," you quietly say, customer service smile on. "Let me go ahead and log you in to one of our computers?"
"I'm not an invalid!" she loudly complains. You try to quiet her, pointing to the sleeping children but she isn't having it. "All you youngsters thinking an old lady can't do anything for herself! How dare you imply I can't log on to a computer? I'll do it my own self."
You take a breath to steady yourself before looking over at the little ones. They seem largely undisturbed but, knowing Ruth, they'll be awake sooner rather than later. Sighing you go ahead and get their after nap snacks ready. Just another hour or so until their parents start coming by to pick them up. It doesn't take long before Ruth is yelling at the computer, complaining to you that "it's clearly broken" and "why can't we just write letters" along with her forever complaint of "wouldn't have to do this if she'd just pick up the damn phone!"
The kids start waking up and you quickly have to balance keeping them from being upset by the angry lady while also knowing any attempts to placate the angry lady will be met with more anger. Thankfully the snacks are a good distraction for most.
"Would you like some help on a different computer, Ruth?" you ask through gritted teeth, knowing the answer.
"Oh stop treating me like one of those brats," she snaps back. "What kind of library is this where computers are more important than books? Shouldn't even have these monstrosities here!"
"Excuse me, Ruth, is it? I'm Bucky." You'd been so distracted going between Ruth and the kids you didn't notice the biker had put down his book and walked over.
"Oh don't get me started on you and yours!" Ruth retorts. "Town was so much better before you hooligans came along! Now I can't even call the police to help me out when then those teenagers are loitering in my yard!"
"Well Ruth, let me give you my number so the next time you can call me instead of the police," he offers. You're surprised at how calm he's sounding despite being yelled at.
Ruth huffs, "you no-good-beatniks! How dare you insult me! You should get out of our town and leave us good folk alone!"
The biker, Bucky, smiles, "seems to me 'good folk' don't go harassing people who are just trying to do their job." You have to bite back a laugh at that comment. It's no good riling her up even more.
Ruth storms out, letting you focus on the kids who are looking unsure if they should be upset or not. You give the biker a quick "thank you" before giving the little ones all of your attention. He nods and goes back to his reading.
Soon enough the parents start coming in and picking up their kids. Several of them stick around long enough to check out a book or movie and you have to balance taking care of the remaining children with getting the families out on their way. It's always such an ado that makes you really wish you could hire some extra help. A few parents complain about the snacks you gave their kids and you remind them, yet again, that they are free to donate snacks they consider appropriate. All the while you keep your customer service smile up, despite how much you're internally screaming and crying.
Things finally calm down and you're able to sit and take a breather. You desperately want to quit but this community needs a library, even if the Mayor doesn't think so. And goodness knows they'd never be able to hire anyone else to work these conditions. You look over to where the biker is sitting, still reading. If his gang hadn't shown up, you'd be in a much better position. Maybe even able to take a vacation.
Checking the time you decide to keep your professionalism and head over to the man. "Sir, excuse me?" He looks up at you, bright blue eyes momentarily startled. "Sir, we're going to be closing in about a half hour."
"Oh, yeah, sure thing," he nods as he closes the book. "Also, please call me Bucky."
"Sure thing, Bucky," you nod, too tired to argue.
"Gotta say, you do a lot of work for a librarian."
"What do you mean by that?" You don't hold back the bite in your tone and cross your arms.
He chuckles, "I didn't mean to offend. Just, I thought librarians were just supposed to check out the books, y'know? Maybe answer questions? Didn't expect you to also be a daycare, IT person and all that."
"And that's just the work that you saw," you snap at him.
"Don't you have anyone helping you out?"
"I did, before your gang came along!" You're unable to hold back any longer. "Because of you the Mayor cut my budget! I had to fire pretty much all my staff! I can't get the half the books the people of this community want! I have to beg the state government for funds to make sure kids have food when they don't school meals! Do you know how much cleaning I have to do because there's no room in the budget for professionals?! Do you have any idea how many of the things around here I have to pay for out of my own pocket?! You bikers demanded protection money and it came out of my budget!"
Bucky's gloved hand grabs neck, stopping you from talking. You try to fight but his arm is stronger than expected. Surprisingly he doesn't look angry so much as amused. "You know, I never thought I could go for the librarian type but this fire of yours does something to me." Your nostrils flare and he chuckles. "I've been yelled at twice today, Doll. A man can only take so much."
"I'm sorry," you grumble as best you can.
His hand loosens, "what was that, Doll?"
"I'm sorry," you repeat. "While you are the reason my budget was cut, you're not the one who made the decision. I'm sorry I took my anger and frustration out on you."
"That's more like it," he snickers. He pulls you uncomfortably close to himself. "And I'm more than happy to reward that better behavior." You look at him, confusion written all over your face, as the leather of his glove caresses your cheek. "Like I said, I never thought a librarian would rouse my interest, but you're something else." You roll your eyes and try to pull away, but he isn't having it. His grip tightens around your throat again, even as his smile widens, baring his teeth. "I can be very good to you, Doll, so long as you're good for me."
His implication is clear and you really don't have any options.
"I need to close the library," you grumble.
Bucky removes his hand from around your throat, "good idea. Don't want to get caught now, do we?"
Your body is shaking as you go about the routine for closing the library. Your brain is working overtime to try to figure out some kind of way out of this. Running isn't an option. Even if you made it to your car, where could you go? Calling for help definitely wouldn't do anything. You seriously doubt he would hesitate to make an example of you if you ran.
With the last of the doors locked and the blinds closed you return the biker and almost whimper, "my office?"
"Oh Doll," he cups your chin. "You don't need to be scared of me. I'll be good to you."
"Do...do you...do you have a condom?"
He chuckles, "don't worry, we're not going that far tonight. But I love that you're ready for it."
Without warning he grabs you and pulls you in for a suffocating, forceful kiss. His tongue quickly pushing its way past your lips. Mentally reminding yourself to do what he wants, you open your mouth to give him access and he moans. One of his hands moves down to your breast and you have to will yourself to not flinch away from the touch.
"Take off the cardigan. And the top," he orders.
You back up just a bit so you can oblige. "The bra as well?"
"Nah, that'll be for me to remove." His voice sounds rougher than before and his eyes are definitely darker. He seems amused by the fact that you maintain eye contact while removing your clothes. "You're so pretty when you're defiant," he teases. "But I'm sure I'll have you pleading for more in no time."
Willing your eyes not to roll you instead snipe back, "don't make promises you can't keep. Wouldn't be the first disappointment I've had."
He has the nerve to laugh at that. "I'll make a believer out of you, Doll."
Walking to your office, he sits in your chair, gesturing for you to get on his lap. "Make me think you want this," he commands.
Taking a deep breath, eyes never leaving his, you move to straddle him. He's surprised when you grab the back of his head and turn his face up before shoving your tongue down his throat. He moans in appreciation and his arms wrap around you as he returns your fervor. You bite his lower lip and start grinding against his crotch.
He removes his right glove before undoing your bra faster than you expected. You pull apart from him just long enough to remove the bra and he takes the opportunity to latch himself to your breast. His ungloved hand moves to fondle your other breast while his surprisingly strong left arm holds you up. His ministrations have you gasping as your body instinctively continues to grind against him. His slow, languid movements are in direct contrast to the speed your hips have set and the difference is affecting you.
Suddenly you're on your back on the desk. Bucky had managed to move his left hand to prevent your head from banging on the desk. Your eyes widened from more than just surprise at the realization of how fast and strong he was.
"Sorry, Doll, you were getting me too worked up already," he smirks at you. He moves his hands so they're on each side of your head, hovering over you. "It really is the quiet ones, huh?" You can't help roll your eyes and he chuckles. "Let's see how loud you can get."
He quickly unbuttons your pants and pulls them off of you before getting out a knife. Your breath hitches and he chuckles as he takes the blade to your panties, cutting them off of you. He puts the panties to his nose, "you smell so good. How long's it been, Doll? Months? Can't imagine you get a lotta action in this town."
"It's been a while," you confess, heat burning your cheeks at how turned on you are. You can't bring yourself to look at him.
He stuffs your panties into his pocket and taps your thighs with the knife so you spread them open. "You look so pretty like this," he snickers, clearly amused by your discomfort.
He slams the knife into the desk by your head, making you yelp in surprise. Using his left arm to hover over you, he whispers into your ear, "such a pretty scream," as his fingers start playing with your pussy. He groans at how wet you are, "fuck, Doll, I should'a known you'd be into the rough play."
You squeal as he mercilessly jams two of his fingers into you, all the way to the knuckle. As you involuntarily arch your back he alternates licking, sucking and nibbling your nipples. He adds a third finger and mercilessly drives his hand in and out of your soaked pussy. He pushes himself up and uses his now free arm to start choking you. You try to push his arm away, but it's impossibly strong. You're shocked to feel your orgasm building as your gasping for air.
He must sense it too because he grins and starts ordering you to "give me what I want, Doll. Cum around my fingers. I can feel how close you are." He gives your nipple a sharp bite that pushes you over the edge and cum with a hoarse scream, his fingers never slowing down, his grip never letting up.
It's only after you've stopped cumming that he eases up. "That was fucking gorgeous," he taunts before pulling his fingers out of you and licking them. He closes his eyes and moans at your flavor, making you burn with embarrassment. You start to get up but his left hand keeps you pressed to the desk. "I'm not done, Doll."
"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I shouldn't have assumed."
"God you're a good, smart girl. Keep those legs spread for me." You do as he says while trying to look anywhere but him. He pulls the knife out of your desk and flips it so that the hilt is pointed towards you. "Look at me, Doll. I want you to watch." You struggle to look and he rubs the hilt of the knife against your oversensitive clit, making you jump. "I said, look. At. Me. Doll." You're quick to follow his orders this time.
He puts the knife away before undoing his belt and pants. As much as you could feel when you were grinding against him, as much as you could see the his bulge, you weren't expecting his cock to be so big. Your eyes widen and he chuckles, "like I said, we're not going that far tonight. Now be good and don't move unless I tell you."
Grabbing your legs he pulls you so your ass is a little off the desk and runs his cock over your pussy, gathering up your slick and rubbing over your clit, making you whimper. He starts groaning in pleasure, "god you're so wet from just one orgasm. Can't wait to see how soaked you get after a full night with me." He positions your thighs so that you're squeezing his cock between them and he gives a few thrusts, spreading your own juices all your thighs.
"Gonna mark you up with my cum," he growls as he picks up his pace, squeezing your thighs even tighter. His hands are hurting you but his cock keeps rubbing against your clit and it's feeling so damn good you don't register his words. You moan and whine as you barrel towards your next orgasm. "That's it, Doll. You make the prettiest faces. Can't wait to see you covered in my cum. Gonna look so damn pretty with my seed all over you."
He squeezes your thighs impossibly tight and you cum so hard from the pain and pleasure combination you don't notice him ejaculating all over your stomach and chest.
When he finally catches his breath he reaches into his jacket and pulls out his phone to take a photo. You try to protest but he gives you a warning look. You drop your face, trying to not cry from how dirty you feel. He puts the phone away and lifts your chin, "don't worry, Doll. That photo is just for me." He kisses the top of your head and you try not to wince. "And because you were so good to me, made me feel so good, I'll be good to you. Now get your clothes back on and I'll escort you home."
"Can I clean up?"
"Not until you get home," he growls. "You don't get rid of my marks until I give you permission."
"Yes, Bucky," you sniffle.
"Aw, don't be like that, Doll," he gently chides. "I take care of what's mine."
The next morning you wake up from a nightmare riddled sleep, feeling more tired than ever. After your morning routine you step outside to head to the library but stop short when you see Bucky on his motorcycle, waiting for you. Wordlessly he hands you a helmet and you don't even try to question or talk him out of whatever he has planned, you just put the helmet on and get on the bike behind him, holding him incredibly tight so you don't fall off.
He stops in front of City Hall and helps you off the bike before walking you in. He doesn't stop until he's led you to the Mayor's office. Your shocked to see Cap, the leader of the biker gang, sitting next to Mayor Walker, whose nose has recently been broken. You gasp and try to turn away but Bucky grabs you and keeps you facing the Mayor.
Cap pats Walker's shoulder, "now what did I tell you?"
Walker shudders a little before looking at you and shakily saying, "I'm so sorry for cutting your budget so much. I will amend that today, making sure to take the money out of my own salary."
Your shaking, unable to respond. Bucky whispers into your ear, "what do you say, Doll?"
"Th-thank you, Mayor Walker," you stutter. "I...I really appreciate that you've ch-changed your mind."
"That's my girl," Bucky whispers before guiding you out of the office.
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just a really big fan of neighbor!lee coming over on the weekend and working around the house, fixing things up for you, and flirting with you, telling you about how heâd take such good care of you if you were his
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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3
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18+ content
summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents
contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3
word count: 6k
WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!
Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3
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âYouâre a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.â
Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. Youâre with your dateâ alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.
You werenât doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you havenât done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didnât plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.
The town loved Jacob, who wouldnât? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change.Â
So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodeckerâs face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the carâŠyet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacobâs hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress thatâs ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment.Â
âYour daddy know youâre out this lateâ this far from home, with the star quarterback?â You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and thereâs no doubt heâs going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means youâll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor.Â
âWe were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.â Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesnât look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. âYou think I donât know what you two were doing?âÂ
You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. âSir?â Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesnât take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. âGo home, 24,â Jacobâs jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasnât a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob wouldâve punched the douchebag. âY/N, get your things, Iâm taking you home.âÂ
Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. âUh, sir I donât⊠That isnât necessary, I can take her home.â Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. âIâm sure you can. Youâve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.â Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.
You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, âNight, Jacob.â and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You donât understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamedâ nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Leeâs intense gaze didnât help either.
Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. Itâs like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, âAre you a virgin, Y/N?â
You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. âI uh..â you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. âSir?â
âAre you a virgin?â The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. Itâd be rude to not answer him and youâre already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, âY-yes sir.âÂ
He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.
âSheriff?â Youâre slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. âDoll.â He urges you to continue.Â
âAre you going to tell my dad?âÂ
When he looks over at you, he almost coos. Youâre the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how youâve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesnât point it out, heâd rather use it to his advantage.
âYou know I have to, Y/N.â A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. âNothing happened though, sir.â Your weak attempt at saving face.
He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. âIt was only a kiss.â You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.
He doesnât say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. âNow, thatâs not what I saw, bunny.â He frowns at you.
You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!
You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. âYouâre a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? Theyâd be so disappointed.â Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. Youâre a good girl, youâve never really done anything bad; hell, youâve never even been grounded!
âSucking off? I didnâtâŠâ Youâre shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. âDonât waste your excuses on me, little one. They wonât work, better save them for your parents.â His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.
âT-theyâre not excuses.â You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. âAre you calling me a liar, bunny?â You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. âNo! No, sir I-â âThat pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.â He threatens. Youâre quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.
âThink you need to stuff it full, hm?â His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. âSuck.â
Youâre hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like theyâre candy. Throughout this, Leeâs eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. Youâre sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one.Â
âWhat are you doing, bunny?â He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. âSucking on daddyâs fingers is making you wet, isnât it?â He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. âOpen your legs.â
You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. âThere we go,â He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open.Â
âYou should be thanking me, you know.â He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where heâs rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. âBoys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.âÂ
Youâre a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. âThey just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side⊠you should be thanking me.â He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, âThank you.â
He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. âBet youâve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?â
You donât answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesnât allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (youâre not exactly sure when theyâd even closed). âAnswer me, slut.â
The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. âY-yes, sir-â âDaddy.â He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. âYes, daddyâŠâ You utter.Â
He pulls away from you and before you can whine heâs already giving you instructions. âTake off your panties and put them in the glove box.â
You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You canât even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told.Â
âGood girl,â He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. âCome here.â God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him.Â
When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. âUnbutton my pants and get my cock out.â The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering.Â
âBut sir, I-â Youâre cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. âHow many times do I have to correct you, hm?â You whine, thighs shifting against each other, youâre ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions.Â
âThis sweet mouth is clumsy,â His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. âNeeds to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours canât form anymore lies.âÂ
Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers.Â
âI donât like repeating myself.âÂ
He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper.Â
A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks⊠She doesnât really have anyone to compare him to.Â
He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. âGo on, suck my cock pretty girl.â
A part of you doesnât want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the townâs sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldnât. But the look heâs giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center.Â
Youâre frozen, stuck in place because youâve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as youâve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is askingâ telling â you to do, butâŠyou donât know how to.Â
Youâre about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin.Â
âOpen your mouth.â He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. Heâs so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace.Â
One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. âFuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.â He spits out.Â
Youâre ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You donât know.
Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesnât take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. âSpit on it.â His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips âPlease-â âWhat did I say about repeating myself, bunny?âÂ
You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. âSuck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.âÂ
You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. Youâre sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. âLook at you drooling for my cock,â He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs.Â
âSucking me like Iâm paying you for itâŠShit, you were made for this.â His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. âYeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.â
Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. âFuck,â He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesnât let up as he rocks his hips against your face.Â
Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal.Â
You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat.Â
âYou keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless theyâre touching me, you understand?â He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesnât allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. âDo you understand?â
You shift in your seat as you nod. âYes, daddy.â
You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. Itâs humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesnât care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest.Â
âFuck, look at these,â He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. âMaybe I should fuck these instead, hm?â His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm.Â
âAh! Please!â You gasp, back arching up into him. Youâre frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. âIf I wasnât so keen on fucking my kids into you, I wouldâve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.â
His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. Youâre shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You donât kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, youâre left panting and dizzy from lack of air.Â
You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know itâll only get you in trouble.Â
âPull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.â God, you donât know whatâs gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy.Â
His pretty pussy.
Youâre burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.
He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. âLook at you, bunny,â He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. âAll this is for me, hm?â He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand thatâs still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. âYes, daddy.â You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on whatâs between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval.Â
âLook,â He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. âYouâre making a mess all over my seats, bunny. Youâre lucky Iâm ready to fuck you or else I wouldâve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.â You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you.Â
âA-ah! SorryâŠsorry daddy.â You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. âIâll have to punish you another time.âÂ
You canât help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly heâs pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think youâve done something wrong, but Lee doesnât do much to rest your spiraling mind.Â
Heâs moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. Youâre dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize whatâs going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. âW-wait!â Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.
Youâre scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. âT-This doesnât feel rightâŠâ A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldnât take it this far. Certainly, he wouldnât go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.
The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, âYou canât, please.â Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. âThis isnât right, youâre my dadâs best friend!âÂ
Youâre shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. âYou donât know the difference between right and wrong. Youâre just a dumb fuck bunny,â His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. âYou were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.âÂ
He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. âYouâre gonna let me fuck you, you know why?âÂ
You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. âBecause if you donât, Iâm gonna tell your dad.âÂ
âN-â âYes. Iâm gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. Heâll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-â You sob as he describes your possible future. âNo, please no!â You beg.
âMm, eager now are we?â He hums. Thereâs no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.
âOh, fuck,â Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, itâs uncomfortable, and if he hadnât had your legs spread so wide, youâre sure you wouldâve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, youâre body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.
âAh! I-â You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. âI-...it hurts, daddy. Itâs too much!â You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.
His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. Youâre trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.
He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. Thereâs a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.
Each thrust pushes small little âahâs from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. âIâm doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.â He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.
âWhatâs that, sweet girl?âÂ
The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. âMore please.â You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Leeâs lips because knows heâs slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. âMore? You want more, bunny? You like daddyâs cock?âÂ
A slur of yesâ leaves your mouth, âMm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.â His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. âYou were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,â You shake your head but he nods. âYes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.â
You open your mouth to disagree, but itâs cut short with a moan. âWere gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.â Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. âThatâs what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?â âNo! No, daddyâŠâÂ
A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words heâs saying. You canât imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasnât anything serious yet, and you didnât quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.
âMaybe Iâll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?â You cry out at his words and his actions. âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry please no, please, daddy.â You sob. At this point youâre not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.
Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, âShh shh shh, itâs okay baby. You belong to me now,â You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). âGonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.â You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. âYeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.â The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesnât sound so bad.
The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent.Â
Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. âLook at us,â Youâre forced to watch where heâs pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. âDonât we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckinâ masterpiece.âÂ
Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. âY-yes. Yes, daddy, sâso pretty.â Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. âOh, baby. Are you drooling for daddyâs cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?â His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit.Â
âSo pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddyâs special girl.â
You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, âYes, daddy. Sâall for you.â
He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isnât done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.
âD-daddy?â Lee doesnât think heâll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. âI-iâŠmy tummy burns.â Youâre frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.
Leeâs head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. âLet it go, baby, let it go.â
A few more thrusts and youâre trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much heâs sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesnât care. Youâre mumbling little thank youâs as he continues to fuck into you.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum in your little pussy and youâre gonna take it all,â Youâre positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight heâs holding onto you as you mewl. âMâgonna fill you up âtil you give me pretty babies.â
Youâre twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like heâs cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt).Â
Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. âLook at that, baby.â Heâs manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. âSee how pretty you look with my cum?âÂ
You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger.Â
âThatâs enough, donât get greedy.â He scolds, pulling away as you frown. âSorry, daddy.â You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. âThatâs the last time youâll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?âÂ
You nod, quickly murmuring a âyes, daddyâ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what youâve just done slowly consuming you.
A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, âGood. Youâre mine now.â
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time to listen
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x sex worker!female!reader
Summary: your line of work isn't always the safest so when the sheriff offers you his protection you can't say no. But when heâs so close to having you to himself, the mayorâs son - Charles Blackwood - gets in the way.
Warnings: petnames [darlin', baby, sheriff], slight age gap (reader is early 20s), mentions of violence against reader, sex worker reader, mentions of blood, Charles Blackwood is awful, slight dub con, blackmail, forced voyuerism, name calling [slut, cunt] smut: fingering, unprotected anal sex, dirty talk, choking. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.
Author's note: this was a ride and possibly the nastiest thing I've ever written! I've been working on and off with this for a while and I'm really pleased with it so I hope you enjoy it âš (word count: 5.4k)
The cheap motel bedspread feels scratchy under your bare thighs as you sit on the edge of the bed. You try to distract yourself with anything, from the stain on the ceiling to the chipped paint of the bedside table - anything to keep your eyes from wandering to the door.
It was silly really. Youâd been doing this for long enough now to know that there were three rules in this business: set out your boundaries and never stray, keep a knife close by for protection, and never let them get inside your head or your heart. Unfortunately, you were failing the latter.
The sound of a key hitting the lock snaps you out of your thoughts. You sit with bated breath waiting to see the man behind the door. Your heart rate picks up as the door swings open with a creak to reveal Lee Bodeckerâs large form filling the doorway. His hat is titled low on his head, shadowing the top half of his face, leaving only a devilish smirk.
âEvening, darlinâ,â his low drawl sends a shiver down your spine.
The dull thud of his boots against the worn carpet matches the thud of your heart as he draws closer to you. Stepping between your legs his thick, calloused fingers grasp your chin, tilting your face up until youâre looking at his piercing blue eyes.
With his other hand, he removes his hat, positioning it so itâs tilted back on your head, âyou miss me?â
âAlways, Sheriff,â you tease, flashing him a smile that was only ever reserved for him - no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself otherwise.
Your arrangement with the sheriff was born out of necessity. You were desperate for money, hospital bills were stacking up and your younger sister wasnât getting better. Times were hard and you would do whatever it took to help her.
You knew you were desired around town, not immune to the lewd stares of the married men, along with the judgement from their wives, at the short summer dresses you flitted around in.
After working double shifts at the diner for months, still without two cents to rub together, you knew you needed to do something else. That was when Rita, the woman with ashy hair and red lipstick who worked nights at the diner and always seemed to take breaks at the same time certain men came sneaking into the back, let you in on her little secret.
Youâd always wondered why these men were coming by and why her lipstick was smudged and hair was out of place and when she told you it all made sense and when she showed you the wad of bills stuffed in her apron, your mind was made up.
The first few months, however, had been tough. Rita had given you as much guidance as she could, even tried to convince you not to go down this path - pretty thing like you will be eaten alive - were her exact words.
After one particularly rough run-in with an out of towner, the only time youâve ever had to use the knife you keep, you thought you were done for. So, you were surprised when Lee turned up, took one look at the unconscious man on the floor and the knife still in his thigh, then a look at your shivering form, your shirt torn and tear tracks down your cheeks, and fabricated a new story.
âSo the way I see it, this scumbag tried takinâ advantage of your sweet nature and got too handsy. You, in all your right, defended yourself. Youâre nothing but an innocent victim, ainât that right darlinâ?â
You were about to protest and spill the whole truth, but the look he was giving you had your mouth clamping shut and your head nodding meekly. He wrapped you in his leather jacket, the rich smell of bourbon and cedarwood filling your senses and providing you with a comfort you couldnât comprehend.
The drive home was quiet but comfortable. It wasnât a feeling you were used to around men and it wasnât what you were expecting whilst in the car with the notorious sheriff. Itâs not until the cruiser rolls to a stop outside your home that the silence is broken.
âI know what youâve been doinâ about town,â Lee starts, one hand on the steering wheel, his other elbow resting on the back of the front seat as he turns his body to look at you in the back, his full gaze trained on how you look so small under his jacket.
âSheriff I-,â
âNowâs time to listen, darlinâ,â he cuts you off, âI know what you get up to when the sun goes down and I know tonight ainât the first time things have gotten out of hand, just that this is the worst itâs been. Am I right?â
You nod your head, fingers twisting the fabric of his jacket sleeve as you avoid his gaze. Flashbacks to the times youâve had to cover stray bruises play through your mind.
âSo hereâs whatâs gonna happen, even though youâre breaking the law, Iâm gonna turn a blind eye to it because a sweet little thing like you ainât doing no harm. In fact, Iâm gonna make sure youâre safe whilst you keep doing what youâre doing, or rather who youâre doing.â
His words have your eyes snapping to him, a dark smirk on his face letting you know that thereâs more to come from his offer.
âBut,â he continues, âyou gotta do something for me.â
He smirks at your wide-eyed gaze. Watching you intently as you come to terms with what heâs asking of you.
âWhat would you want me to do?â you whisper. You know what he wants, know that heâs offering you protection to get you under him, but you ask anyway.
You find yourself whispering okay before heâs even said a word as you slowly accept the fate that has been sealed for you.
And now here you are - knees straddling Leeâs thick thighs. The coarse material of his trousers rubbing against your barely clothed centre with every grind of your hips. His large, rough hands assist your movement with a tight grip on your hips. You smirk to yourself, knowing thereâll likely be bruises by the morning - the kind you donât mind sporting.
âYou thought any more about my offer, darlinâ?â Lee murmurs, breaking away from your lips to chain soft kisses down your jaw and neck.
You tried to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips, âIâm kinda in the middle of the last offer you made me.â
âDonât get smart with me, darlin,â Lee grunts, gripping your jaw in a tight grip. Thereâs no malice behind his actions, you can see that glint in his eye and curl of his lip thatâs only reserved for you before heâs turning his attention back to your neck.
âIâve cut ties with all my clients,â you hum.
âAny of them give you any trouble?â
You pause for a moment, knowing you should tell him about your last run-in, about the latest bruises that covered your skin only days ago, about how you canât seem to escape the grasp of one man, no matter how hard you try. But instead, you smile sweetly, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, whispering against his lips, ânothing I canât handle, Sheriff.â
He pulls back, his large hand coming up and wrapping gently around your throat, levelling you with a look that has you trembling with need.
âI told ya, darlinâ, anyone tries to give you trouble you send them my way, got it?â he punctuates his question with a slight squeeze.
âYes, Sheriff.â
âGood girl,â his voice is a deep growl that has you grinding harder against him, ânow, I think itâs time we celebrate you becoming mine and only mine and more importantly, celebrate you getting into school.â
You giggle as Lee flips you onto your back the first of many moans leaving your lips as his fingers connect with your core.
Lee couldnât keep the smug grin off his face in the days following. Knowing that he finally had you, all of you, he couldnât quite believe his luck. You were everything heâd been looking for and youâd fallen into his life perfectly.
He only wished you could be with him tonight - actually he wished he could be home with you instead but the mayorâs annual fundraiser is something the Sheriff was expected to attend.
The two of you had decided it would be best to keep it quiet for the time being. Your previous dalliances around town wouldnât help his campaign. Still, the fact that Lee knows that most of the men in this room knew what you sound like makes his blood boil.
âThey only know when Iâm faking, no one ever made me come but you.â
He can hear your words in his head every time he feels close to punching them square in the jaw.
âIâd like to take that prick down a peg or two.â
Leeâs broken out of his thoughts at the sound of his Deputy's voice. He follows his eye line to see Mayor Blackwoodâs son, Charles, standing amongst his group of useless friends.
âThinks heâs untouchable âcause his daddy's Mayor, makes me sick,â his Deputy spits, âcaught him and his cronies terrorising the diner the other week, poor waitress looked terrified.â
Leeâs grip on his glass gets tighter, âwhich waitress?â he asks, voice like stone, eyes unmoving from Charles.
âThe only one worth a look in over there. You know, the pretty gal in those little sundresses. Rumours around town are that sheâs into some shady stuff.â
Lee almost sees red, having to take a deep breath to stop himself from storming over there and ripping the arrogant shitâs head off. He couldnât decide if he was angrier that Charles had even been near you or that you hadnât said a word to him.
âYou know better than to be listening to rumours,â Lee grunts, âwhat were they doing to the waitress?â
If his Deputy suspected anything but mild interest on Leeâs part, he didnât show it.
âCouldnât hear what they were saying to her but she looked about ready to cry.â
âDid any of them touch her?â
His Deputy side-eyed him slightly, taking the smallest of steps back at the wild look in Leeâs eye and the growl in his voice.
âUm, he copped a feel a couple of times but she kept slapping him away. I saw him follow her into the back as I left.â
The glass in Leeâs hand shatters. Numerous eyes around the room land on the commotion but Leeâs eyes remain on Charles. If looks could kill, Charles would have died three times over by now.
âBoss, youâre bleeding.â
Lee snaps out of his violent thoughts, looking down at his bloody hand for a moment before shoving past the prying eyes as he heads to the bathroom to clean up.
On his way back, Lee hears something that has his body stiffening. He keeps himself tucked in the shadows, listening to the conversation.
âShe tried to end it, said she wasnât doing it anymore,â Charlies laughed, âpathetic cunt really thought she could get away that easy, had to knock her down a bit to get her to stop trying.â
It doesnât take a genius to know that Charles is talking about you and Lee can feel his blood boiling. Taking a deep breath he tries to compose himself, knowing full well he was moments away from breaking his damn neck.
âShe seemed to forget that Iâve got a lot of sway in this town and a box full of some pretty little pictures that I donât think sheâd want to get out to the Dean.â
The sound of his friends sniggering as they lap up every word makes Lee feel sick. He canât help the anger and betrayal he feels at you for not telling him, but heâll deal with that later. Right now, heâs thinking about all of the ways heâs going to make this posh little prick pay.
âI gotta run, fellas. Iâve got her waiting for me right now. Told her Iâd give her the pictures if she let me fuck her ass.â
Lee could hear the smug grin on his face and it took everything in his power not to shoot him straight between the eyes. Taking a deep breath, Lee steadies himself. A plan slowly forms in his head as he follows Charles from the building. Once in his car, Lee waits for Charles to pull out of the drive before following him.
Youâre pacing back and forth outside the front door of Charles' house. He had told you to be here at 8:30pm and it was almost 9:00pm. The late summer evening had a chill to it and you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.
The shine of headlights has you freezing. Your heart rate spikes in fear at the mere thought of this man. You tried to cut ties last week and heâd not taken kindly to that. Youâd had to make up an excuse not to see Lee as you waited for your black eye to go down.
âLook who we have here, so desperate for more arenât you,â he leers at you as he gets out of his car. The slam of the door makes you jump as you try your best to withhold an eye roll at his comments, knowing full well he was the one that wanted you here.
He strides past you without another word, unlocking the door and leaving it open for you to follow. You can feel your stomach knotting at the thought of what was to come next. The only salvation you had is that afterwards it would all be over and you can go back to the comfort of Leeâs arms. Taking a deep breath you follow Charles inside, closing the door quietly and missing a new set of headlights descending upon the house.
You find Charles in the living room, his back to you as he stands in front of the grand fireplace. Hearing your footsteps, he doesnât turn, instead throwing words over his shoulder, âthereâs wine on the table, why donât you pour me a glass?â
This time you donât fight your eye roll but you do as he asks. Itâs not until you pick up the decanter that you notice your hands are shaking. You pour the wine as steadily as you can before turning back towards Charles. Heâs moved to the large sofa in the centre of the room, his arms splayed across the back as his legs spread.
He takes the wine from you when you pass it, watching you with fire in his eyes as he slowly drinks the whole glass. You shift on your feet, feeling the hair on your arms stand on end. Thereâs nothing comforting about Charles' presence and you suddenly curse yourself for not telling Lee.
Once the glass is empty he hands it back to you. You go to pour him another but his voice stops you.
âUndress me.â
You blink at him and he rolls his eyes, sighing deeply as if heâs tired of you already.
âItâs not a hard request, is it?â
If you could slap the smug grin off his face you would but instead, you grit your teeth and step between his thighs. Youâre quick to undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling it down his arms and tossing it behind you. He doesnât help as you try to shimmy his pants down his legs, seemingly amused to sit and watch you struggle.
Once you have him naked you stand before him again with a huff.
âNow, strip.â
You pause, willing the tears not to come as the truth of whatâs about to happen begins to settle in.
âPlease, Charles, you donât have to do this,â you whisper, eyes locked on your feet.
âI didnât say you could fucking talk. I told you to strip. Now do as youâre told or I will make this a lot more painful.â
You canât help the quiet sob that falls from your lips as you begin to remove your clothes. You can feel his eyes burning into each piece of skin thatâs revealed. Once youâre out of your clothes you try and cover yourself the best you can with your arms, trying to hold on to any last shred of dignity you have.
âSee, that wasnât so hard, was it? Simple enough that even you could follow it. Hereâs another simple command, get on your knees.â
You sniffle as you lower yourself between his legs. You donât take your eyes off the floor until you feel his harsh grip on your chin pulling your head up until youâre looking at him.
âGod, youâre pathetic,â he sneers, taking in the tears that have begun to fall down your cheeks.
âNow is that any way to speak to a lady?â
Your eyes widen and your breath catches in your throat at the familiar drawl. You could almost laugh at the way Charlesâ face pales at the sound.
Turning your head as much as Charlesâ grip would allow you, you see Lee saunter into the room, pistol raised and aimed straight at Charles.
Charles drops your chin from his grip and you scramble backwards. Relief flows through your veins as you look at Lee, your protector, your love. It isnât until his fierce gaze lands on you that panic starts to rise again. Heâs angry. More than that, heâs betrayed. You can see it in his eyes, the eyes that usually look at you with nothing but fondness, and your heart breaks.
âIâm so sorry, Lee,â you sob, moving towards him before you feel a rough hand grab your arm.
âYou touch her again and I will shoot your dick off,â Lee growls, as he takes two large steps to point the gun directly at Charlesâ crotch.
You swear you hear a whimper from the man as he lets go of your arm and you scramble to Leeâs side.
âDarlinâ, why donât you go grab a chair from the table?â
He doesnât look at you and you donât question it, doing what he says without a second thought and placing a chair in front of where Charles sits on the sofa.
Lee motions to Charles with the gun, âmove.â
âYouâre joking right?â Charles laughs.
âDo I look like Iâm joking?â
Your eyes are wide as they dart between the two men. Youâve never seen Charles look so small, so vulnerable and it gives you a huge sense of satisfaction as you watch him slink from the sofa to the chair. Youâve also never seen Lee so calm, which in itself is more frightening than any raging storm, as he pulls handcuffs from his back pocket and holds them in your direction.
âCuff him.â
He still doesnât look at you, the tension in his jaw close to cracking as you quickly take the handcuffs and bind Charlesâ hands behind the chair. It surprises you that Charles doesnât try to get away but it doesnât stop him from throwing insults your way.
âFucking cunt.â
âYouâre not that good of a lay.â
âWhen my father finds out youâll both rot but not before my friends and I have our fun with you, you little slut!â
His words would hurt if he meant anything to you but they seemed to set in deep with Lee who hits him hard in the side of the head with his gun.
You flinch at the sight of blood trickling from the wound on his temple as his head hangs to the side, your wide eyes meeting Leeâs as you silently beg him to take you home.
But he doesnât say a word, instead, he seats himself on the couch, right in front of Charles before heâs beckoning you over to him. You move slowly, the panic starting to fade leaving a dull ache of fear in your bones. You're more aware now of how bare you are, goosebumps lingering on your skin as you stand in front of Lee.
âLee, Iâm so-â
âNowâs the time to listen darlinâ. Turn around and sit down,â he drawls, patting his thick thigh.
âLee, please-â
âNow!â
You jump as his voice echoes around the room. Heâs never used that tone with you before. Once your back is to him you lower yourself onto his thighs, despite your fear you canât help the small sigh that leaves your lip as you feel his soft warmth against your back.
âThereâs my good girl,â he whispers against the skin of your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. âBut, you havenât been good, have you darlinâ? Been running around with this prick behind my back, havenât you?â
His voice is soft but his words cut through you like a knife. Panic rises in your chest once again as you turn your head to see him clearly.
âThatâs not true,â you plead, âI promise, I tried to end it. I tried to cut him off but he hit me and and he has pictures, he was going to show the Dean. I wouldnât have been able to go to school. Iâm so so sorry Lee.â
Your voice cracks on a sob as a new set of tears stream down your cheeks.
Of course, Lee already knew all of this, he just needed to hear it from you. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek gently, cooing you softly.
âI know baby, I donât blame you, itâs okay.â
You sniffle and hiccup as your teary eyes meet his, âyouâre not mad?â
âOh, darlinâ, Iâm furious,â he says softly, the juxtaposition sending your head spinning, âbut I know exactly how you can make it up to me and how we can teach this entitled prick a lesson in the process.â
You follow his gaze, your eyes landing on a groaning Charles, blood matted in his hair as he blinks slowly, his eyes settling on the two of you.
âSo, whatâs your plan exactly?â Charles croaks, âyou gonna kill me?â
âIâm still undecided,â Lee responds calmly, âtell me, darlinââ he continues, his hands resting lightly on your thighs, his fingertips rubbing delicate circles, âhe ever make you come?â
The question catches you off guard, turning your head to look at him. His hard blue eyes bore into yours and you know better than to defy him.
âNo, Sheriff,â you whisper, eyes flicking back to Charles when you hear him scoff.
âLet me guess, youâve never thought about her pleasure once have you?â
You have to bite back a whimper as Lee hooks your legs over his thighs, spreading them and yours, the cold air hitting your already soaked lips.
âPathetic excuse of a cock,â Lee chuckles as he watches Charlesâ dick twitch at the sight of your pussy.
âHereâs whatâs going to happen. Youâre gonna sit there and watch how a real man treats a woman. Maybe youâll learn something.â
Youâre about to protest until a choked moan escapes your throat when Leeâs fingers connect with your clit.
âWould you listen to that, she makes the prettiest sounds. At least youâll get to hear them once, Blackwood,â Lee mocks, his fingers slipping lower, groaning at how wet you are.
âDirty girl, you love this donât ya? Love it when I show people who you belong to.â
He pushes two fingers into your sopping hole and you canât help the high pitched sound that falls past your lips, âfuck, love it Sheriff.â
His fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a languid pace, enough to have you writhing on his lap but not enough to send you hurtling - it was the perfect torture. The sounds of your breathy gasps and his fingers knuckle deep inside you echo throughout the room.
âLook at him, baby,â Lee whispers against your neck, âlook how pathetic he looks. How hard his cock is at the sight of your gorgeous body.â
His hand that isnât playing you like his own personal instrument takes hold of your jaw, tilting your head forward so you can see Charles. The look in his eyes has you clenching around Leeâs thick fingers, earning you a deep chuckle from the man behind you. Charlesâ eyes are wild - equal amounts of lust, fear and anger shining back at you.
âWant to see something real special, Blackwood?â
Charlesâ gaze flickers past you to look at Lee, his chest heaving but he doesnât respond, a silent snarl on his lips.
âNeed you to come for me darlinâ, show him how sexy you look when you come.â
Leeâs fingers quicken in pace and you throw your head back against his shoulder. His thumb connects with your clit, rubbing tight circles to match the delicious curl of his fingers inside of you. You canât stop your hips from winding against his hand, chasing the high thatâs fast approaching. The moment his hand wraps tightly around your throat, cutting off your air, you shatter. Broken and shallow moans sound like a symphony to Leeâs ears as you coat his hand and thighs in your release.
âFuck, yes, Lee,â you cry on repeat. Letting the waves of pleasure crash through your body, from your head to your toes.
Lee keeps his fingers rubbing against your walls until youâre squirming and panting on his lap.
âSuch a good girl, darlinâ,â he praises, slowly pulling his soaked fingers from your pussy. He uses his grip on your throat to pull your head forward, his wet fingers tapping your lips gently. You accept them without hesitation, moaning at the taste of yourself.
Lee removes his fingers and you slump against him with a sigh, your body wrung out and satisfied. His voice breaks you out of your reverie.
âLook at that baby, poor Charlie boy here made a mess just at the sight of you getting off.â
Your head feels heavy but you tilt it slightly to see Charles panting, his abs covered in come as he keeps his gaze trained on the floor. You canât help the giggle that spills past your lips at the sight, bringing a satisfying blush to Charlesâ cheeks.
âTold ya youâd learn a thing or two, you entitled prick,â Lee growls, âand now youâre gonna watch me fuck her tight little ass since we both know you wouldnât know what to do if you got your dick inside her.â
The lazy smile on your lips vanishes as you hear Lee speak. Youâd never done that with anyone before. Lee feels you tense against him and brings his hands to your hips, shifting you forward. You can hear the metallic click of his belt buckle, over the pounding in your ears. You gasp when you feel his hard cock against your ass. He shifts you, tugging you back and pulling on your thighs until your feet rest on his knees. With one hand under your ass and one hand holding a firm grip on his cock he slaps your pussy with his dick.
âLee, I-â
âShh, baby,â he cuts you off, groaning as your slick covers his cock the more he rubs you with it, âgonna make you feel so good. Been dying to get a taste of this ass.â
You take in a shuddering breath. Itâs not how you pictured it happening but you know he will make you feel good, he always does. At the feel of the tension leaving your body, Lee takes that as his queue.
Gathering more of your slick on his cock, he drags his cock lower, nudging your untried entrance.
âBreathe, baby,â he coos, âletâs show him what he's missing.â
Taking a deep breath, you choke as Leeâs cock starts to fill you. The stretch is unlike anything youâve ever felt before and you canât stop the whimpers as tears fill your eyes.
âFuck, Sheriff, so big,â you gasp as he slowly pulls you down until heâs fully seated in your ass.
âShit, if you thought her pussy was tight,â Lee growls, trying his best to give you a moment to get adjusted.
âFucking slut.â
Your eyes snap open - youâd almost forgotten Charles was here, too lost in your own pleasure.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â
You try not to tense at Leeâs voice, all too aware of his cock stuffed snug in your ass.
âI said, fucking slut. And youâre just pathetic. The big bad sheriff whipped by this whore, itâs laughable.â
The next few seconds happened so quickly. Lee grabs the gun beside him, shooting Charles in the thigh. Charles screams in pain, his whole body tensing as he curses Lee out. You try to move but Leeâs strong arm wraps around your waist, grunting as you squirming shifts his cock inside you.
âNot learnt a damn thing, boy,â Lee grunts before turning his attention to you, taking in your shivering form and the tear tracks on your cheeks.
âLook at me, baby.â
You open your eyes, staring at his dark blue ones. His knuckle brushes against your cheek as he leans in to give you a soft kiss.
The moment his lips meet yours, you forget all about the broken sobs coming from the bound man in front of you. Leeâs kiss is all-encompassing and intoxicating, not giving you room to think about anything but how good he feels.
You groan into his mouth as he begins to move his hips. The slow drag of his cock in your ass has your eyes rolling back.
âThatâs it darlinâ, focus on me. Focus on how good my cock feels in your tight little ass. Youâre such a good girl.â
The praises have you keening and Charles' broken cries fall on deaf ears. Your hips circle to match his slow, deep thrusts. Crying out his name when he brings his fingers to your entrance, slipping two fingers inside of you.
âFuck, thatâs my girl. So fucking perfect and all mine,â he growls.
The drag of his cock and the curve of his fingers has you seeing stars. Nonsensical words tumbling from your lips as you both chase your highs.
âCome for me, darlinââ Lee whispers against your lips, as he circles your clit with his free hand.
You shatter around him, your body convulsing as your orgasm washes through you. Lee didnât believe you could get any tighter but the way you squeeze him when you come has him hurtling over the edge with you.
âShit, thatâs it, baby,â Lee soothes, running his hands up and down your thighs as you come down from your high.
Maybe itâs the two mind-blowing orgasms heâs pulled from you, maybe itâs that fact he saved you in his own twisted way, maybe itâs the adrenaline - you donât know what causes you to say the next words but you know you mean them with all your heart.
âI love you, Lee.â
You feel him grin against your temple and it brings a smile to your face.
âI love you too, baby.â
Lee pulls himself out of you slowly, groaning at the feeling. He sets you on the ground gently before grabbing your dress from the floor. After helping you put it back on he gives your nose a quick kiss.
âDo you know where he keeps those pictures?â Lee asks, cupping your cheeks softly.
You nod, the weight of the night beginning to set on your shoulders.
âGo get them and weâll head home, Iâll clean up in here.â
Youâre about to ask what he means but the look he gives you has you clamping your mouth shut. You run out the room, ignoring the feel of Leeâs come dripping down your thighs as you head to Charlesâ study. Finding the box heâs taunted you with on many occasions, you open it to see not only pictures of you, but a number of the girls around town. Sick fuck.
Grabbing the box you make your way back downstairs to see Lee standing by the front door. He stretches his hand out to you, âletâs go home, darlinâ.â
You donât hear another sound as you leave the house and you donât question what happened. You just let Lee tug you into his side as he walks you to his car, giving you a sweet kiss on the top of your head as he guides you into the seat.
Ahhh I hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing this and it's something a bit different for me! As always, comments and reblogs and super appreciated âšđ€
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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 Jesusâ birthday.
âDarling,â she always explained. âIf it werenât for Easter, Christmas wouldnât be special.â And in some way that made sense. You didnât 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 Godâs 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 secretaryâs 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 motherâs 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 couldnât 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
âWell, if it ainât the (y/l/n)âs!â 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.
âOh, Sherriff Bodecker!â Your dad waved him over before standing up to shake his hand. â(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).â
â(Y/n), huh? Your folks have talked a lot about you. Is Molly your dog?â 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 sheâd been found. And this nice man, this nice strong man, was the one to find her.
âYes, 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.â You said.
âNot a problem, darlin.â He purred.
âWhy donât you join us?â your mother invited him.
âIt would be an absolute pleasure. You mind scooching over, sweetheart?â 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.
âSo, Iâve heard a lot about you from your parents, (y/n). But what about you?â The sheriff inquired. âWhat do you think of you?â You thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to introduce yourself.
âWell, I suppose. Iâm a bit of a bookworm, but I like to sew and bake.â You told him, wishing you had something more interesting to say.
âOh really. Did you make all those pretty pillows and blankets your mama gave me?â Your face heated up.
âShe gave you those?â you asked. Sheâd mentioned sheâd passed one or two along to the neighbors.
âYep, kept me nice and cozy last winter. What do you like to bake, sweetheart?â He asked and you squirmed at the attention.
âDefinitely 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.â
âSounds absolutely delicious,â His voice was low, and you felt even warmer. He turned his attention back to the menu âWhatâre yâall thinking of ordering?â
âOh, I wasnât sureâŠmaybe a nice omelet?â your mother mused.
âWell, you folks order whatever you want. Iâm buying.â He offered and your eyes widened.
âThatâs very kind of you, Sheriff.â You said.
âOh please, darling. Call me Lee.â 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.
âA stack of French toast, with a little extra syrup,â you told the waitress.
âThat sounds perfect. Why donât you make it 2?â Lee requested. Your mother ordered eggs benedict, and your father a T-Bone and eggs.
âI see Iâm 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 lawâ he gave you a wink and you stammered.
âOh well, I donât do anything⊠enforcing really. Just keep track of clients, pay the electric bill, open the mail.â
âYeah, but you gotta be real smart to do all that.â On and on it went through brunch. He would pay you little compliments, ask questions, anything he could do to engage you.
You werenât 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?
âAinât this a cute little car?â A voice snapped you from your thoughts. You turned and there was the sheriff leaning over your back seat passenger side window
âYou alright? You been out here for a while. Your folks wanted me to check on you.â His eyes flicked between you and the cigarette. And a small smirk played at his lips. âNow, whatâs a good little girl like you doing smoking?â he teased, hardly giving you time to answer before he opened your passenger door and sat in the seat next to yours.
âYâknow, Iâve heard about these here Volkswagenâs. Guess itâs true what they say, plenty of room in the backseat.â He scooched a little closer towards you, laying one arm on the seat behind you. âYou ever sat in the backseat of a car with a boy, darlin?â
âWellâŠthere was onceâŠâ you thought back to when Bobby Fischer had you in his truck some night. You didnât 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 youâd cum. Youâd been so painfully shy in high school that you just nodded. He kissed you back and took you home afterwards.
âTell me darling, has a boy ever touched you here?â 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
âWhatcha thinking, bunny?â Bunny. The name made you squirm and squeeze your thighs together.
âI justâŠuhmâŠI dunno.â 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.
âI just wasnât sureâŠwhy you would find me worth paying so much attention to.â You squeaked out. And he grinned back, wolfishly.
âAwe my sweet little bunny. Well letâs see. Youâre probably one of the prettiest little things I ever laid eyes on. And hearing all your mamaâs kind words, I think youâre more than just pretty as an angel. I think you may be one.â
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. âNow, open these back up for Daddy, little Bunny. Iâm not some little boy just looking to rub and run. Iâm gunna make you feel real good.â
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.
âAw baby. Look at you being all fancy. Didnât even know it but you were wearing these for me.â He licked his lips while moving his fingers up and down your clothed slit. âAnd already so wet. Arenât you just the most precious thing? Now come sit on daddyâs lap.â The hand between your legs patted his lap, inviting you over. But something gave you pause. You shook your head and he growled.
âThat wasnât a request, little girl. I said, get over here.â 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. âWhen Daddy tells you to do something, slut, you do it. Am I clear?â He slapped your ass again and tears formed in your eyes.
âLee pleaseâŠwaitâŠ.â You whimpered, suddenly feeling very flustered and unsure. He leaned back and his eyes raked over you. âI justâŠuhmâŠwhy do youâŠ?â you wanted to ask so many things but your mind was a haze of new found attention, lust and fear.
âWhy do youâŠwhy do you say those things? And why do you wanna make me feel good?â 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.
âSuch a cute dumb little baby, donât even know what you want. The question you should be asking is why is your little pussy getting so wet from those things, huh?â 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 âspecial toysâ and you used it once or twice, but it didnât feel near as big as what you could feel underneath you. âBut donât you worry darling. Daddy is going to take good care of whatâs his.â The hand that had been fondling you through your panties undid his fly. âPull your panties aside, baby.â 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.
âNow you listen here. I got no problem cuffing your hands back and taking what I want all on my own. But Iâm giving you a chance to my good girl, and Iâll take real good care of you. You can be my pretty little housewife, raise my pretty little kids,â 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 sheriffâs arm." Those words stuck in your heart. You, on the sheriffâs 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.
âYes Lee. Alright.â You were rewarded with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.
âSuch a good little girl. But you gotta call me daddy, understood?â You paused for a moment before nodding again
âYes, daddy.â 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.
âDonât you worry, little bunny. Daddyâll make it fit so you can bounce up down on his big cock. Why donât you rub your little clit for me? I know youâre soaked, but I want your pussy absolutely dripping for me.â Doing as he said, you pulled your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit back and forth slowly, teasing yourself.
âLook at my good little slut, touching her pussy for daddy. You been thinking about me all morning, havenât you? I saw you looking at me.â His words mixed with the pleasure of rubbing your clit had you breathing heavier. âYou 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 daddyâs big fat cock in you, filling you up. Donât ya?â He growled. You could only nod in response as you felt cock against you.
âSuch a dumb bunny. My dumb cockhungry bunny.â He grabbed your cheeks. âTell me what a naughty little whore you are.â He ordered.
âIâm...Iâm a little whore, daddy.â You panted out.
âYeah, you are. You like that baby? You like being my little slutty bunny?â You felt the head of his cock push in you and your back arched, pressing your chest against his.
âFuck, 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 youâre all round with my babies.â His cock stretched you, making you feel like youâd split in two. But you couldnât help the way you clenched around him in pleasure. âYou like when Iâm mean to you? Or when I press little kisses to your lips.â He did as he described and while his face was still close to yours, he squeezed your throat and said âOr maybe, maybe you like both. You wanna pretend youâre all quiet and innocent, but deep down you like being told what a little dumb bunny you are.â 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.
âFuck darling, can feel that tight little pussy clenching around me. I donât know how long I can lastâŠâ he threatened, his hand squeezing your throat, spots forming in your vision. âWant you to cum for me, cum so hard. Youâre mine now bunny, all mine.â He growled and kisses you deeply. He thrusted his hips up harder and faster, and your mind went blank with nothing but pleasure. âYou needed this bunny. Needed Daddy to take you, make you his. Gunna look so pretty on my arm. My perfect little angel.â He murmured. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and moved you faster.
âFuck your pussy is so perfect babygirl. Gunna fuck you every damn day everywhere I can. Gunna have you cum all over my tongue. I canât wait to taste you bunny. You getting close, bunny?â Words failed you at the moment. The best you could do was nod with a whine as your climax got closer and closer.
âYou 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.â 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. Leeâs big strong arms wrapped around you and softly rubbed your back. The tenderness of the gesture shocked you and you looked up at him.
âLee⊠did youâŠdid you really mean all that? Wanting me to be yours, on your arm and everything?â you asked, scared that this hot passionate moment would be nothing more. He smirked. âDepends what you mean, sweetheart. All that nice stuff about being my girl? Or that stuff âbout being my little fuckbunny?â You stammered a moment, your mind still in a post orgasmic haze. But Lee only chuckled and placed a kiss to your forehead.
âCourse I meant it darling. Youâre all mine now. Mine to cherishâŠand mine to fuck.â He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. âAnd I definitely meant it when I told you to call me Daddy.â He added in a growl. âNow weâre going to go back in there, and Iâm going to go in there and tell your folks about your brand-new job as my little secretary. Weâll give it a month or so, and weâll get hitched. Especially before you start to show.â He ended that with a wink and you felt your face heat up. Youâd never given much thought to children. But Lee seemed a good enough man as any to have them.
âBut you gotta promise to be my good little bunny, okay? Especially gotta bake me some of that delicious apple crisp, okay sugar?â He added with a wink.
âYes daddy.â You smiled back, letting out a breath you didnât even know youâd 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.
âSorry about that, folks.â Lee spoke up. âTime flies when youâre having fun.â
âNot to worry, Lee.â Your mother responded before pausing. â(y/n) were you smoking? You told me you quit.â But before you could stammer an excuse, Lee spoke up again.
âOh, Iâm sorry Mrs. (y/l/n), that was me. I quit drinking a while back but took up smoking. Iâve been trying to cut down though. Guess (y/n) mustâve caught a bit of me while we were outside talking.â
âOh, whatâd you two talk about?â your father asked.
âWell, Iâm happy to announce I have some news. Our secretary Gertrude is retiring next month to be with her grandkids. But Iâd like to announce I also just offered your daughter a job. Sheâll be moving back home.â
âOh, thatâs wonderful!â your mother cried, standing up to hug you tight. Your father shook Leeâs hand in congratulations.
As your mother hugged you, she whispered. âIâm so proud of you.â 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.
#lee bodecker x reader#dark!lee bodecker#dark!lee bodecker x reader#Lee Bodecker#the devil all the time#dark fic
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Hi I'm J and this is my master list of stories. I have only written several and I focus my posting mainly on Ao3 but fret not. All stories there will be posted here. :) If you don't have an Ao3 account, you can find my works here too.
I am a big fan of Dramione, Bucky Barnes, Marvel BOTH Comics and Cinematic Universe and Eddie Munson. I write with a reader insert and if I'm writing for a couple like Dramione or Romanogers; I usually put myself in the story. The girl, who is asian, five feet flat and an introvert and has a name that starts with J. That would be me written in the story. Here is the list below. Categorized by the Character I write. This will be updated from time to time. :) I mainly post on Ao3 with my series but my one shots will be posted here in my tumblr first. :)
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Warnings: My story is for 18+ readers. I have the tendency to be dark and I'm a bit graphic with violence, mentions of blood, rape or other dark themes. Please be warned.
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đž EDDIE MUNSON
⥠Same Old Hawkins, Or Not? (Eddie Munson x Harrington!F!reader) đ€đđ€ [COMPLETE; Undergoing Editing] Summary: After a series of unfortunate events in Utah that she would rather forget which she moved to from Hawkins. Reader moves back to her old hometown just in time for her senior year. She half expected it to be the same old boring Hawkins as she remembered back at middle school.Â
She was wrong. Apparently, Hawkins is now home to the monsters she thought only existed in D&D and now she is in the middle of an impending doom on her beloved hometown. Really, she was just passing through and now she might have a reason to stay.
Yeah, itâs nothing to do with her small crush on a certain fellow senior. A metal head who is always up to no good. Itâs really about saving the town she is starting to love again, yes?
⥠Here We Go Again (Sequel to Same Old Hawkins, Or Not?) đ€đđ€ [COMPLETED] Summary: The Summer of '85 is on the roll. Reader has started her job as a printing personnel in the Hawkins Post with the help of Nancy and Jonathan who are both in their internship as a writer and photographer respectively. Eddie on the other hand is working as a part time mechanic at Jaegerâs Auto shop while Steve continues to work at Scoopâs Ahoy with Robin alongside him.
The kids, well, they are enjoying their summer with the mall in full operation and the upcoming fair that is being planned by the Mayor. Really, as long as all of the upside down remains quiet, everything will be great.
Unfortunately, their plans are going to be in ruins when one Billy Hargrove starts to take interest in the reader. Though, it was much better if it was just some misguided infatuation but apparently there is much more into it than meets the eye.
Reader was really happy not to deal with the upside down and would face a million Billy Hargrove, in fact the rest of them would be happy not to deal with it at all. Apparently, its not done yet. It is just getting started.
⥠Magnetic Attraction (Werewolf!Eddie x Human!Reader) đ¶đ€đ In Progress.... [Writing parts]
đźââïžLEE BODECKER
⥠Mind Palace : Lee Bodecker đ€đ In Progress... [Set in a Universe called Mind Palace. It will have Eddie and Bucky soon and other characters I can write on. Lee is the first one to enter]
đDRACO MALFOY / HERMIONE GRANGER
âĄUntitled Dramione đ€đ In Progress... [Set still in HP Universe but altered. Already four parts in.]
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Summary: You move to Knockemstiff after the mayor hired you to be Lee's deputy. Everyone warns you to stay away from him, but for some reason you just can't. He'll be the one that'll put you back together before breaking you again.
Pairing: Modern!Lee Bodecker x Reader
Word Count: 9.9k
Warnings: I'm not going to put all the warnings, because it would spoil the story. This is a police themed story which includes police themed warnings. It's basically angst, on top of angst, on top of angst. There's fluff. Swearing. Sexism (It's modern day Knockemstiff but it's a small town with close minded people). If you think you might be triggered, please do not read this story. You are responsible of your own media consumption. This isn't proofread. There is no non-con/dub-con trope, no smut. It's not a dark fic, it's just very angsty.
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You recently moved to Knockemstiff from another small county. You have been hired by the mayor himself to be Deputy Chief and work under the famous Sheriff Lee Bodecker. His bad temper and short fuse were what made him famous amongst the counties surrounding Knockemstiff. Everyone has heard of him at some point or another, and it was rarely about something good. You hesitated before saying yes for multiple reasons; it meant you had to move, youâd have to work for Lee and you knew the only reason the mayor wanted to hire you in the first place was because you were a woman and he needed to show how ââprogressiveââ he was. Like having women being menâs equals was progressive instead of just being you know, way overdue. What made you decide to take it was the promotion itâd give you and the big pay bump. You felt like in your own county you had peaked, but now you had a chance to further your career and thatâs really what convinced you to say yes.
You went in with an open mind. You pretended not to know about Leeâs reputation and just started from scratch.
Knockemstiff was the kind of town that hadnât joined the 21st century quite yet. They had technology like cellphones, computers, internet and even the wifi but the way people thought and the way the town looked was definitely stuck in the 50s.
You were only half surprised when you met Lee for the first time and he looked just THRILLED to be working with a woman that isnât his secretary.
He was always short with you and used a lot more sarcasm that was necessary.
You had been there for two weeks now, and you still werenât allowed to be on your own. You had to ride along with Lee every shift and his jolly attitude didnât help calm your frustration and one night you just snapped.
You were sitting in his cruiser, listening to the scanner and every time there was a call coming in Lee explained to you what was said like you hadnât ever heard police calls. Worst even, he explained it to you like you were the biggest moron he had ever met.
He was in the middle of explaining something when you cut him off mid-sentence.
ââSheriff! Enough!ââ You said loud enough to make him shut up.
He looked at you with wide eyes. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off again.
ââLook. I know youâre not thrilled to be working with a woman, but Iâm here and I donât plan on going anywhere. Itâs not like I just came out of the academy, Iâve been doing this for years. I love my job and Iâm damn good at it and if you stopped treating me and talking to me like Iâm the biggest idiot youâve ever come across, you would know that. So, quit being disrespectful and teach me things I donât know for a change.ââ
You had looked him in the eyes the whole time and your voice hadnât wavered a single time because of your anger. You didnât show him any sign of weakness.
ââDamn, sweetheart-ââ
You glared at him.
ââDeputy.ââ He corrected himself. ââHow long have you been holding all of this in?ââ He chuckled.
ââIâve been here two weeks so⊠Two weeks.ââ
He shaked his head. ââYouâre a deputy now. You gotta speak up. You donât take shit from anyone, including me. If you want people to respect you, you canât let them walk all over you.ââ
You nodded, agreeing. ââThat why youâre such an asshole?ââ
He laughed. ââI think itâs mostly pure talent but yes, a part of it is because I need people to respect me.ââ
The rest of your shift went by a lot smoother than all the other shifts youâve had so far, combined. Oddly enough, Lee and you even became great friends. He took you under his wing, in more ways than one.
It was Friday night and you were getting ready to leave the station. You went to change into your normal clothes and went back to your desk to make sure you hadnât forgotten anything.
ââYour shift over?ââ Lee asked from behind you.
ââYes, sir.ââ You turned and smiled at him, making him smile back.
He looked at your ââcivviesââ clothes. ââGoinâ on a date?ââ
You looked down at yourself and laughed. ââNo.ââ
ââThen why are you wearing a dress?ââ His brows furrowed, confused.
ââBecause itâs hot outside and I like wearing them.ââ You shrugged.
ââNo plans then?ââ
You shook your head.
ââLet me take you to dinner then, I can show you around town.ââ He grabbed his leather jacket from the hook next to his officeâs door.
ââThatâs very kind of you, Sheriff. But you donât have to, Iâm sure you have much better things to do than spending time with your deputy on a Friday night.ââ
He quirked a brow. ââSweetheart, youâve been here a month. Whenâs the last time you saw me do somethinâ I didnât wanna do?ââ
He was not wrong. ââPoint taken.ââ
ââUnless you donât wanna go?ââ
ââNo, no.ââ You said quickly. ââIâd love to.ââ You smiled.
ââLetâs go then.ââ
He took you to the diner you kept hearing about but hadnât come around to trying.
ââSheriff.ââ The waitress greeted him with a polite nod. ââDeputy.ââ She smiled at you. ââUsual spot?ââ She asked Lee.
ââYes.ââ
You followed them to a booth, a little more secluded than the rest. It allowed Lee to eat in peace. He sat with his back to the other customers while you sat opposite him.
ââYou come here often?ââ
ââWhenever Iâm too lazy to cook.ââ He took the menu in front of him.
ââWhich isâŠ?ââ You took yours and began looking at all the choices.
ââAll the time.ââ He smirked.
You laughed and it made him smile.
ââSo, what do I need to avoid?ââ You looked over your menu, to Lee.
ââAnythinâ with chicken.ââ
You nodded.
The waitress from earlier came back, notepad and pencil in hand.
ââReady to order?ââ
Lee looked at you and you nodded.
ââIâll take the soup and grilled cheese sandwich, with a pepsi.ââ He said to the waitress, handing her his menu.
She took it and wrote everything down, then turned to you.
ââWhat about you sweetheart?ââ
ââBacon cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake, please.ââ She smiled at you and nodded, taking your menu and walked away to the kitchen.
Lee stared at you.
ââWhat?ââ You frowned.
ââWhere the hell are you goinâ to put all of that?ââ
You shrugged, laughing.
You talked about work as you waited for your plates, once you got them you kept talking in-between a few bites. You never had trouble finding topics of discussion with Lee.
He was telling you a story about something that had happened a few weeks before you got there, and as he spoke he stole a fry from your plate.
ââExcuse me.ââ You pointed at the fry he was chewing on. ââArenât you the Sheriff of this town? You should know that stealing is bad.ââ
He finished chewing on his fry and smiled, amused. ââWhoâs goinâ to arrest me?ââ
He then took another, a big grin on his face.
You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back the smile that was quickly forming on your lips.
Lee took a few more, chuckling.
ââLee!ââ You tried scowling him but failed miserably as you were laughing.
ââJust want to make sure theyâre not poisoned or somethinâ.ââ
ââOh, Iâm sure youâre eating my fries as a selfless act to save my life.ââ You took a sip of your milkshake.
ââExactly.ââ He winked at you, making you shake your head as you pretended to be annoyed.
The customers in the diner were speechless at the sounds they heard. None of them could remember when it was the last time they had seen or heard Lee Bodecker laugh, genuinely laugh. They heard you laugh all the time, you were the absolute opposite of the Sheriff. You always smiled and laughed with people, they shouldnât have been surprised to see you break his tough exterior. If anyone could have done it, it could only have been you.
Lee had so much fun that night. His belly and cheeks hurt from laughing so hard, and he loved the ache that came from it. It reminded him of why he had laughed so hard and it always brings a smile to his face whenever he thinks about it.
Soon after, he found himself seeking you out. Whenever he was free, he would ask you if you could eat lunch together and at least once a week you would go to dinner together. It didnât take long for the town to gossip about the Sheriff and the Deputy, rumors floating around that you were both dating and honestly you couldnât blame them because thatâs what it felt like every time you went out with him; like you were going on a date.
You probably should have been more put off about dating Lee, your BOSS but the idea never bothered you in the slightest.
You know that your outings werenât dates, but if he ever wanted to make dates you wouldnât say no.
Lee had grown very fond of you over the weeks he spent with you. You were a ray of sunshine in his life and he loved to have you around, he loved how he was and acted when he was with you. Thatâs why whenever he heard people gossiping about you and him dating, he never corrected anyone. There were worse things to gossip about, especially about him, than being your date.
On a Thursday night after work, Lee finally decided to ask you out. For real.
You were gathering your things at your desk, ready to leave. You wished everyone a good night and walked outside, looking for your keys in your bag while you moved towards your car in the parking lot. As you finally found them, you looked up and saw Lee leaning back against your door. You smiled.
ââYouâre not giving me a parking ticket, I hope.ââ You joked, making him laugh.
ââI had never thought of it before, but thanks for the idea.ââ
ââDamn it.ââ You laughed together again. ââWhat are you doing here? I thought your shift ended hours ago. Did I forget to do something?ââ
He grabbed your shoulders. ââYou need to stop worrying like this all the time.ââ
You shrugged. ââIf I could stop, I would have a long time ago.ââ
He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off your car. ââI had something to ask you, actually.ââ
ââOh, sure. Iâm listening.ââ You smiled.
ââI wanted to know if youâd like to go out to dinner with me, tomorrow night?ââ
You chuckled. ââLee, we always go out to dinner on Friday nights. You donât have to ask me, Iâll be there like every week.ââ
He smiled and shook his head, biting his lower lip before speaking again. ââNo, thatâs not what I meant. I mean go on a date with me. Somewhere nicer than the diner.ââ
ââOh!ââ Your eyes widened with surprise.
As he saw your reaction, Lee started panicking and thinking he had misread everything.
ââIâd love to.ââ You finally answered, after the initial shock passed.
You never thought in a million year that Lee Bodecker would want to date you, but you sure were glad to be wrong.
ââYou can say no, if you donât want to. You donât have to, yâknow.ââ He quickly gave you an out, seeing your reaction at his question.
ââWhenâs the last time you saw me do somethinâ I didnât wanna do?ââ You mimicked his southern accent as you repeated the same answer he had given you the first time he took you to the diner.
ââSmartass.ââ He laughed softly.
ââOne of my many, many qualities. Thank you for noticing.ââ You sassed him, unlocking your door.
ââStill wanna go on that date with me?ââ You chuckled and turned around to look at him.
ââYou know what? I just remembered I took an extra shift tomorrow nightâŠââ
You squinted, not sure if he was being serious or not. Damn him and his excellent poker face.
ââI honestly canât tell whether youâre joking or not.ââ
ââIâm kiddinâ sweetheart.ââ He smiled reassuringly. ââIâll pick you up after work, is 7 good for you?ââ
You sighed, relieved. ââ7 is great.ââ
He grinned and took a few steps towards you to kiss your cheek, stepping back right after.
ââIâll see you tomorrow.ââ He opened your door for you.
ââGood night Sheriff.ââ You told him after sitting in the driverâs seat.
ââGood night Deputy.ââ Lee closed your door after he made sure that all your limbs were inside the car.
He watched you pull out of the parking lot with a big smile on his lips. Smile that heâll be keeping until the next morning. He couldnât come into work smiling, he had worked too hard on putting the fear of God in all of his officers. They couldnât see him being soft.
He walked by your desk and noticed that your things were all there, except for you.
ââWhereâs my Deputy?ââ He asked, to no one in particular.
ââA call came in like an hour ago, some drunks idiots who didnât want to leave the bar.ââ One of his officers answered.
ââWhy the hell is she the one goinâ on a bar call? Thatâs what the newbies are for.ââ
ââTechnically⊠She was the newbie.ââ
Lee took off his hat and pinched the bridge of his nose. ââPlease donât tell me you sent her on that call because sheâs the last one to be hired.ââ
No one said anything.
ââAre you kiddinâ me?! Sheâs the fuckinâ Deputy. She has more hours on the jobs than any of you all idiots.ââ Leeâs face was turning red with anger.
ââI want two officers relieving her and sending her back.ââ No one moved or volunteered. ââNOW!!ââ He yelled.
Suddenly everyone wanted to get out and leave but they didnât have time to make it through the door because you were already back.
The officer that came with you walked in first. He had a busted lip, nose and eyebrow, the front of his shirt was covered with his own blood. Poor guy discovered how badly a nose can bleed.
Leeâs anger only grew as he saw the state of the officer.
You walked in a few seconds later with a busted lip and swollen cheekbone that was already turning a dark shade of purple.
ââWhat the hell happened?ââ He asked, a little more loud and harsh than he intended as he saw you flinch at the sound of his voice and you stopped walking towards him.
ââSome friends of theirs joined in between the call and us getting there. We were slightly outnumbered.ââ You answered, codly. Not only did you feel humiliated by the fact that drunks got the upperhand against you, but now your boss was yelling at you in front of everybody and across the whole damn station. ââWe called for backup but they didnât get there fast enough. Officers are bringing them in for processing.ââ
Lee felt his stomach drop at your tone. He panicked when he saw you were hurt and being in full Sheriff mode, he didnât think about the fact that he had yelled at you in front of everybody.
Not a sound could be heard in the entire station, almost as if everyone had stopped breathing.
He opened his mouth, feeling the strong urge to apologize but you cut him off before he could make a sound.
ââWill that be all, Sheriff?ââ
He usually liked when you used his title, but this time it sent shivers down his spine.
Lee simply nodded and you walked to the front desk to grab the first aid kit and disappeared in the break room to take care of the other injured officer.
ââGo back to work.ââ Lee hissed.
The station came back to life and people were running around, trying to make themselves as small as they could.
Lee walked back to his office and slammed the door shut.
You sat in the break room with Patterson, the injured officer, and you cleaned his wounds. You tilted his chin to take a good look at his nose.
ââIt doesnât look broken. It just needs to be set back. Want me to do it?ââ You offered and he nodded.
You stood up and gently placed your fingers on either side of his nose. ââIâm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.ââ
ââGreat.ââ He whispered through gritted teeth as he braced himself.
ââWant me to count orâŠââ
ââJust d- FUCK!!ââ
You did it while he was distracted and went to the freezer to grab some ice, you walked back to him and gave him the little ice pouch you made.
ââThere, put that on your nose. Itâll help with the swelling. You should go home.ââ You told him as you cleaned up the table. ââWant me to call someone to come pick you up?ââ
ââNo itâs ok. I called my wife before you came in. She should be here any minute.ââ
You nodded and turned to look at him. ââIâm really sorry you got hurt. This wasnât supposed to be a hard call, otherwise I wouldnât have made us go just the two of us.ââ
You felt beyond guilty.
ââItâs ok, Deputy. You couldnât have known that there was going to be more of them. Itâs part of the job.ââ
ââI know, but still.ââ You shrugged. ââIâm really sorry.ââ
ââDonât apologize, thanks to you I now have a three-day weekend with my wife.ââ
You laughed and winced, feeling your lip splitting again.
ââWant me to help you?ââ He pointed to your own injuries.
ââNo, itâs fine. Donât make your wife wait, Iâll be ok.ââ
He stood up, holding the ice, and walked to the door.
ââHave a great weekend, Patterson.ââ
ââYou too, Deputy.ââ He called over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner.
You took the kit and went to the bathroom. You put it down on the counter and climbed on it to get as close as possible to the mirror on the wall. You moved your face around, assessing your injuries. You sighed and grabbed whatever you needed from the bag.
ââWorse than a fucking rookie.ââ You mumbled to yourself.
Your lip wasnât that bad, it stung but it barely opened but your cheek was bad. You couldnât even touch it without wincing, no matter how light the touch. You got down from the counter and gathered everything to put it back neatly in the bag. You walked out and to your office, grabbing your bag and coat. You looked towards Leeâs office and saw that both the door and the blinds were shut; which meant no one was to disturb him under any circumstances unless itâs literally a life and death situation. You sighed and went to the front of the station, giving the bag back to the girl working the front desk.
ââWhen Sheriff Bodecker comes out, if he asks, could you tell him I left for the day?ââ
ââOf course. Are you alright, Deputy?ââ She asked, clearly worried about you.
You nodded. ââIâm fine. I just need to get my cheek looked at by a doctor. If thereâs anything, you can call my cell.ââ
ââKeep us updated!ââ She called out as she watched you leave.
It took two hours, but Lee finally came out of his office. Just in time for lunch, his special time with you. He looked at your desk and noticed you still werenât there, but this time your things were gone too.
He walked quickly to the front desk. ââWhere is she?ââ
The girl looked up from what she was writing. ââShe left for the day.ââ
ââWhat do you mean she left for the day?ââ
ââThatâs what she said. Her cheek looked real bad and she went to the hospital.ââ
ââWhy the hell did no one tell me?ââ
ââWell, your door and blinds were shut⊠You said never to bother you unless itâs life and death.ââ She answered.
ââHow long ago was that?ââ
The girl looked down at her computer to see what time it was and back up to the Sheriff. ââA little over two hours ago.ââ
Lee slammed his fist on the counter, making everyone jump. His jaw clenched and he breathed loudly from his nose, clearly upset.
ââIâm going out to lunch.ââ He said, barely unclenching his jaw. ââCall me if you need me.ââ
The girl nodded and watched him almost run out the door.
He tried calling you multiple times. Over and over again as he drove to the hospital but you never picked up.
His heart was racing in his chest. He hadnât even taken you on a date yet and he had already fucked everything up.
You had to leave all of your things in the small room they gave you, even made you change your clothes. You needed to get x-rays so you couldnât bring anything with you. You were glad this hospital had opted for pyjama like clothes instead of the stupid hospital gowns that made you feel even more vulnerable than you already were.
They took x-rays from many different angles and brought you back to your room.
ââYou can lay down if you want.ââ The nurse told you. ââItâs going to be a little while before we have the results.ââ
ââThank you.ââ
She closed the door behind her as she left. You were cold and you decided to do as the nurse said. You lifted up the sheets and moved under them, covering yourself once you were comfortable.
It didnât take long before you fell asleep.
Lee was rushing to the hospital, all the way inside to the front desk.
ââWhat room is the Deputy in?ââ
ââWhatâs the name of the patient?ââ She asked, typing on her computer.
ââAre you kiddinâ me right now? How many deputies are there in this town??
She glared at him and he gave her your name, not wanting to waste time fighting with her.
ââRoom 203. Take the elevator to the second floor and turn right, third door.ââ
ââThanks.ââ
No matter how many times he pushed the damn button, the elevator wasnât coming any faster. There were only two damn floors in this hospital, why was it taking so long?
2 minutes later and he was standing in front of your door. He knocked softly.
You opened your eyes at the sound, thinking it was the doctor.
ââCome in.ââ You said, sitting up.
The door opened and the last person you thought would visit you entered.
ââHey, sweetheart.ââ He said hesitantly. ââI tried to call, but I kept getting your voicemail.ââ
ââOh.ââ You looked down to your bag. ââThey took me for x-rays and I had to leave it here. I forgot to check it when I was done.ââ You looked back to him as you spoke. ââDo you need me to come back to work? Of course, you do. Youâre two people short on a Friday. I shouldnât have left, Iâm sorry.ââ
You got out of bed and gathered your uniform and your boots. ââI just need to change.ââ
Lee hated himself for yelling at you in the way he did, even more now because you thought the only reason he would be here was to drag you back to work.
ââNo, no.ââ He stopped you, putting his hands on yours. ââThatâs not why Iâm here. I wanted to make sure you were alright. I came as soon as I heard you left.ââ He took the clothes from your hands and put them back on the chair where they were a few seconds ago.
He walked over to the bed and lifted the sheets up. ââCâmon.ââ He pointed to the bed. ââBack to bed.ââ
You hesitated.
He held out his free hand to you and waited. You took it without thinking about it and let him lead you back under the covers. He loosely tucked you in and gently grabbed your chin, turning your head to the opposite so that he could take a good look at your cheek.
ââHow bad is it?ââ He asked as you felt his thumb hovering just below the swelling.
ââI donât know yet. Iâm waiting on the results but the nurse said it could take a while.ââ
He let go of your face and took your hand in his. ââIâm sorry I yelled at you.ââ
He kept his eyes down, looking only at your hand as his thumb rubbed the back of it. ââI was already pissed off when you walked in, and I panicked when I saw that you were hurt. I didnât mean to yell.ââ He sighed. ââI was mad that you got hurt on a call you shouldnât even have been on in the first place.ââ
ââLee. Itâs part of the job, those things happen. I got off easy compared to Patterson. Today wasnât the first time I got hurt and Iâm gonna get hurt again. If it hadnât been me, it would have been someone else from the station.ââ
ââI would have preferred any one of those assholes getting their ass kicked instead of you.ââ He mumbled.
You chuckled. ââIâm fine Lee, I promise. Iâll just need to find a dress that matches my bruise for tonight.ââ
His eyes snapped up, looking directly at you this time.
ââYou still wanna go out with me?ââ
ââIâm not going to be mad at you for being scared and reacting the way you did. You apologized, you seem sincere and thatâs more than enough for me.ââ You shrugged. ââThough I understand if you want to wait a week or two.ââ You moved your hand around over your injured cheek.
ââNo way. Weâre going. Gotta show off how badass my Deputy is.ââ
ââYou do know I got my ass kicked, right?ââ You laughed softly, trying not to move your face too much.
ââThey donât know that.ââ
Your conversation got cut short as the nurse knocked on the door.
ââCome in.ââ
She opened the door and walked in, stopping when she saw Lee.
ââSheriff.ââ She greeted him. ââIâm sorry Deputy, I didnât know you had a visitor. I can come back later.ââ
You shook your head. ââNo, itâs ok.ââ
She walked closer to your bed. ââThe doctor got pulled away, but he gave me the results of your x-rays and I thought youâd like to have them sooner rather than later.ââ
ââYouâd be right.ââ You gave her a small smile.
She looked at Lee, then you. Silently asking if she could continue.
ââItâs ok. He can stay, I donât mind.ââ
She nodded and took out the x-rays. She held them up to the light and pointed out something to you. ââGood news is that nothing is broken.ââ
ââAnd bad news?ââ You looked at the image, then the nurse.
ââThough itâs not broken, it is cracked. Itâll heal on its own, but it might be painful for a few weeks. The doctor wrote you a prescription for some painkillers and sadly, he wonât clear you for duty and youâll have to either stay home or work from your desk.ââ
You groaned and let your head fall back, looking at the ceiling. ââYou gotta be kidding me.ââ You sighed and looked back up. ââItâs just a cheek, itâs not like I need it for work.ââ
She nodded. ââI know itâs frustrating, but if someone hit you hard enough to crack your cheekbone it means youâve got a major blow to the head.ââ
She gave you the prescription and held out the paperwork that said you couldnât work for a couple of weeks.
ââIâm not sure who I should give this to.ââ
She looked between you and Lee. You pointed to the trash next to the door.
ââI wonât tell if you wonât.ââ
Lee took the papers from her. ââI got it. Thanks.ââ
ââYouâre free to go. Take care of yourself, Deputy.ââ She smiled once last time and walked out.
You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed. ââI canât believe this.ââ
ââItâs not that bad.ââ Lee tried reassuring you.
ââHow the hell are officers going to respect me if I get punched once and Iâm out for two weeks?ââ You shook your head. ââAs if this couldnât get more embarrassing.ââ
You threw the covers at the end of the bed and got up. You walked over to the chair and grabbed your clothes.
ââThereâs nothinâ embarrassinâ about gettinâ hurt on the job.ââ Lee watched you move around the room.
ââYeah, right.ââ You stepped into the small bathroom connected to your room and held the door with one hand. ââEasy to say when youâre not the only woman with a badge. Yâall already think Iâm weak just for being a girl, this sure as hell ainât gonna help.ââ
You closed the door and locked it so that you could change back into your uniform.
Lee shook his head and sighed. He picked up your boots from the ground and waited for you to come out.
When you did, he held them out for you and you took them, sitting down on the chair to put them on.
ââLook sweetheart, maybe at first we werenât thrilled about havinâ a girl on the team but now everybody loves you and respects you. It ainât gonna change because you got hurt. Those idiots will probably consider you even more part of the team because of it. I promise to give you so much damn paperwork to do, you wonât even see the next two weeks go by.ââ He chuckled.
You sighed, knowing he was probably right but you were still frustrated. ââIâm sorry, Iâm just in a shitty mood.ââ You stood back up. ââIâll just go home and Iâll see you later, ok?ââ
He nodded and held you back before you could leave. ââThis probably ainât gonna help but, until you get cleared for duty Iâm gonna need your gun and badge. Iâm sorry.ââ
ââThis day just keeps getting better and better.ââ You mumbled under your breath.
You took off your badge and gun holster, then gave them both to Lee.
ââI know sweetheart, Iâm sorry.ââ He felt bad for doing this, but he had no choice.
ââItâs ok. Itâs not your fault. Iâm sorry for being an asshole today.ââ
ââJust today?ââ
You were about to snap at him, but then you saw his smile and the playful glimmer in his eyes and you knew he was just messing with you.
ââYouâre the worst.ââ You bit down on your lip, trying to hide your smile.
ââAs an officer of the law, you shouldnât be lyinâ.ââ
He followed you out of the room and to the elevator.
ââSays the man who keeps stealing my damn fries.ââ You pushed the down button.
ââIâm the Sheriff, I do whatever I want.ââ He shrugged, a smug smile on his face.
You rode down the elevator together and both walked to the parking lot.
ââAre you sure you still want to go out tonight?ââ He asked you before you could reach your car.
ââYes, Iâm sure.ââ
ââPromised?ââ
ââPromised.ââ
He grinned. ââIâll see you later then.ââ
ââYes. Donât be late, Sheriff.ââ You smiled and sat in your car, more than happy to finally go home.
That was the first day of dating Lee. Thankfully, it hadnât been the only incident so far. After 2 weeks you were allowed to get back to work and you felt like yourself again with your gun and badge.
It didnât take long before the word got around that you and Lee were now officially dating, but neither of you cared. You had learned early on to tune out any and all gossip, you werenât bothered by it.
You made sure to keep it professional at work. You ate lunch together like you always did and sometimes Lee would kiss your cheek after he looked around to make sure no one was watching.
Youâd been dating for a little over 3 months when he had to campaign to be reelected to be Sheriff. A very stressful time for him, but you stuck with him every step of the way.
After work one night, you went home to change and then left to go to Leeâs house. You knocked on the door and walked in, as he had told you to do over and over again.
ââLee?ââ You called out. No answer.
You took off your shoes and checked the living room, the kitchen, his bedroom and finally found him in his small office. You knocked softly on the opened door. He had his back to you and you could tell that he was in a very bad mood just by how tense he looked.
ââLee?ââ You said softly.
ââWhat?!ââ He snapped at you. Something he did when he was very stressed out.
You tried not to take it personal, but it still made you feel like shit every time.
You sighed. ââNothing. Iâm sorry. Iâll leave you alone.ââ
You turned around and walked down the stairs.
Lee felt like an asshole every time he snapped at you. He honestly doesnât know why youâre still with him with the way he treats you. He had expected you to leave him weeks ago, and yet you still came home to him every night.
Heâd take the time to calm down, then heâd join you downstairs once heâs sure he wonât snap at you some more. He expected you to go watch TV in the living room, like you always did when he was in a shitty mood but he heard the front door open and close.
You were leaving. Actually leaving.
His heart dropped in his chest. It felt like someone had just dropped an entire bucket of ice cold water on him, suddenly his bad mood was gone and fear took its place.
He rapidly stood up and ran down the stairs, not even bothering to put his shoes on before running outside.
ââWait!ââ
You had almost reached your car when you heard him. You turned around and sighed. ââWait for what? You need to scream at me some more?ââ
He shook his head and finally stopped running once he was standing in front of you. ââIâm sorry baby. I keep lettinâ out my anger on you, and you donât deserve it.ââ
He cupped your cheeks in his hands and leaned down to press his forehead to yours. ââI understand if you still want to leave, but I just didnât want you to think you did somethinâ wrong. Itâs all me. Iâm beinâ an asshole because Iâm stressed out. Itâs no excuse, but the electionâs almost over. Just hold on a little longer, please?ââ
ââI swear to God, Lee Bodecker, next time you snap at me Iâm leaving for good.ââ
ââThere wonât be a next time, I promise.ââ He kissed the tip of your nose and took a few steps back. He let go of your face and held out one of his hands. ââWanna have dinner with me?ââ
ââDepends on what youâre making.ââ
ââYour favorite.ââ
ââYou got yourself a deal, Sheriff.ââ You took his hand and let him pull you to his side, putting his arm around your shoulders.
He walked you back inside and brought you to the kitchen once you had taken off your shoes. He pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and turned it so youâd be facing him as he cooked.
ââSit that cute lilâ ass of yours here and tell me about your day.ââ
You chuckled and sat down. He stood in front of you and gently tilted your head back, leaning down to be at your level.
ââCan I get a kiss?ââ
ââMh. I donât know. Can you?ââ
He brushed his lips against yours and smiled. He pressed his lips to yours and was relieved when he felt you were kissing him back. He loved how soft your lips were, he could spend hours kissing you and never get tired of it. Sometimes thatâs exactly what he did. He always thought that when you were an adult, making out was a thing of the past and that it was for teenagers. As it turns out, itâs his favorite thing to do. He slowly pulled away, even though he didnât want to.
ââHi, baby.ââ He whispered with a smile.
ââHi, bub.ââ You whispered back with the same smile he had.
He pressed a few more quick kisses to your lips and stood back up.
ââYouâre an angel, you know that?ââ
ââI have to be, for putting up with your grumpy ass.ââ You smirked.
ââYou sure know how to make a man swoon. With that kinda talk, who could resist?ââ He teased, stroking your jaw with his thumb as he kept your head tilted back.
ââGot ya, didnât I?ââ You poked his belly playfully.
He laughed and nodded. ââThat you did, baby. That you did.ââ
Lee stole a quick kiss from you and let go so he could start making dinner.
As he mostly worked from home nowadays because of the elections, youâd come home every night and tell him all about your day. What happened, who was there, who called in sick and the stupid excuses they used, what kind of shit they pulled on the rookies and everything else that you could think of.
That was your nightly routine. Heâd cook and laugh at what you said and youâd talk for as long as he needed you to, to help him relax.
He kept the promise he made you that night, and he never snapped at you again. Sometimes heâd text you in the afternoon to tell you he was in a very bad mood and itâd be best if you didnât come over. You always texted back saying you understood and you were there if you needed him. Most times he would end up calling you and youâd speak on the phone until one of you fell asleep.
It was all worth it though, because 5 months later the elections were over and Lee was reelected.
You were beyond happy for him, but you were also happy to be getting your Lee back.
It had been a week since it ended, and Lee was still as happy now as he was the day the results were announced.
He had slept at your house the night before, you were working the same shifts and decided to go together.
Your alarm clock woke you up, bringing you out of a very deep sleep. You turned it off and sat up, rubbing your eyes; a small attempt at waking yourself up more quickly. You sat at the edge of the mattress on your side of the bed with your feet on the floor. You stretched your arms above your head and let out a satisfying groan.
You felt the mattress dipped behind you and two hands appeared in front of you. They laid flat on your stomach, above the tank top you wore to bed and you let your arms fall back on each side of your body.
ââGood morning, baby.ââ Lee said with his deep voice he had right after he woke up.
He lowered his head to your neck and peppered your skin with soft kisses. He had gotten very affectionate over the last week. You didnât know if itâs because he was making up for lost time or just because he was very happy but either way you werenât complaining.
ââGood morning.ââ You smiled and instantly tilted your head to the side to give him more space.
ââHow much time do we have before we have to leave?ââ He asked between two kisses.
You looked at your phone. ââA little more than an hour.ââ
ââWe have plenty of time, then.ââ
ââTime for what?ââ
He moved so quickly that you barely had time to realize what he was doing before you were laying on your back, Lee hovering over you. He placed himself between your legs and smirked while he looked down at you.
ââLee, come on.ââ You laughed. ââWe donât have time for that.ââ
His lips found your neck again, but this time on the other side. ââIâll be quick, baby.ââ
ââLee.ââ You groaned, trying to get from under him.
ââThatâs the spirit.ââ He said when you groaned his name.
He smiled against the skin of your throat. You rolled your eyes and laughed. You didnât resist him for very long.
Needless to say, the both of you were very late that morning and everyone could tell exactly why as they watched you smile at each other, the sweet little touches you exchanged when you thought no one was watching but mostly just from the way you looked at each other. You were both madly in love and there was no denying it.
Though neither of you ever said the words out loud, it was clear for the both of you that you were in love with each other. You didnât say it, but you showed it every day.
The few months that followed the end of the elections were the best months of your life, hands down.
You had an amazing job, you now had plenty of friends and you had Lee.
You always find it funny when you think back to when people were telling you to stay away from him because he was a bad man, he was mean and had a bad temper. They were right about the temper, youâd give them that but they were definitely wrong about the rest and you could see that Lee was working really hard on his patience. God knows some of the officers at the station liked to test it and him. Here you are almost a year later and the man they had told you to avoid like the plague was now the man you were going to love for the rest of your life. You were absolutely certain that Lee was it for you.
Lee had a day off and you had the morning off because of an appointment. You were taking the night shift so youâd work the entire afternoon until late at night so you decided to stop by Leeâs on the way to the station otherwise you wouldnât see him at all that day.
You knocked on the door and walked in. ââLee?ââ You closed the door behind you.
Lee came to greet you at the door, a big smile on his face. ââHey baby. Howâs the cheek?ââ
ââ100% healed. Finally!ââ
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. He kissed you so delicately and so lovingly that your knees almost buckled. When he pulled away, you couldnât help but grin.
ââWhat was that for?ââ You chuckled.
ââJust âcause.ââ He smiled. ââI missed my girl, thatâs all.ââ
You hadnât slept at his house the night before, you didnât want to wake him up early on his day off because you had to go to the doctor to get your cheek looked at, one final time.
ââLetâs go sit in the kitchen, I got something to tell you.ââ
He looked down at you and chuckled. ââWhy would I want to go sit in the kitchen when I can stay right here with you?ââ
ââCome on.ââ You took his hand in yours. ââLetâs go sit down.ââ
He frowned and took a few steps back, letting go of your waist and your hand at the same time.
ââWhatâs wrong?ââ
You sighed. ââNothingâs wrong. I just want to go sit.ââ
He shook his head and crossed his arms. ââIâm not sitting down. You can tell me right here.ââ
ââLee-ââ
He glared at you, a sign that he wasnât going to change his mind.
ââIâm pregnant.ââ
Lee stared at you, no emotions on his face or in his eyes.
ââWhat do you mean youâre pregnant?ââ
ââIt means Iâm going to have your baby.ââ
His jaw clenched, unamused by your sass.
ââHow is that possible? We havenât even been together for more than a year.ââ
ââThatâs not how it works, Lee. Biology doesnât really care about our relationshipâs timeline.ââ
You were so sure he was going to be happy, but now you felt like you had just burst your happy, loving bubble youâve been living in for the past few months.
Leeâs mind was racing. A baby? His baby? He was going to be a dad. Him. Lee Bodecker. A dad. He isnât good enough to be a dad. Hell, heâs barely good enough to be a boyfriend but now a dad? He was going to fucked that kidâs life up, like his old man did with him. Bodecker men werenât good fathers, it was a known fact.
His mind hadnât completely caught up with his mouth and what came out next wasnât what he really wanted to say.
ââGet out.ââ He said coldly.
ââWh- What?ââ
ââGet. Out.ââ He repeated. ââKeep it or get rid of it, I donât care. Just leave.ââ
Your vision blurred with tears and youâre sure you could hear the sound of your heart shattering.
ââI know this is big, but we love each other. I know we do. Itâs scary but we can do it.ââ
You shook his head and scoffed. ââI donât love you. I was just using you to get people to vote for me.ââ
ââThatâs not true! Why are you saying all of this?ââ Tears were falling down your cheeks.
You were utterly broken.
ââIt is true. Everyone liked you and I knew I couldnât win without you. If people saw you with me, then theyâd think Iâm a good guy and theyâd vote for me. Which, they did.ââ
Lee wanted to stop talking. He needed to stop talking, but itâs like he had lost complete control over his own body. In a way, he knew thatâs what he needed to do. You deserved so much better than him, you and your baby. He had to push you away because you wouldnât have left on your own. Every tear that rolled down your cheeks broke his heart, but he couldnât let it show. Not until you were gone.
You looked at him, looked at his eyes and there was absolutely nothing. No regret, no guilt, nothing that could convince you that he was lying.
Itâs like something flipped inside of you and suddenly you felt very calm. You wiped your cheeks with the sleeves of your uniform.
ââPeople warned me about you, you know? When I first got here. They told me to stay away from you because you were a bad man and I chose not to believe them. Whatever it is youâre doing right now whether youâre lying or telling the truth, you broke me. Iâm going to leave now. I have to go to work. Consider this my two weekâs notice. Iâd much rather be an officer with a shitty pay than stay in this town. Whatever it is you wanted to achieve here, you succeeded. I hope youâre happy.ââ
You took off the key to his house from your keychain and threw it at his feet.
ââWe could have been happy together.ââ You walked to the front door and opened it. ââTake care of yourself, Lee.ââ You walked out and closed his door once last time. You sat in your cruiser and drove away.
You felt numb. Completely numb. You werenât in the best state of mind to go to work, but you had people counting on you back at the station.
On your way there, you heard the dispatcherâs voice coming through.
ââAny available units downtown?ââ
You answered. ââIâm downtown. Where dâyou need me?ââ
The dispatcher gave you an address, officers asked for back up. You speed up and get there in a few minutes.
ââDispatcher, mark me as on scene.ââ
ââYou got it, Deputy.ââ
You slowly got out of your car and walked over to the officers already there.
ââWhatâs going on?ââ You asked them.
ââWeâre not sure, yet. We just had a bad feeling about this.ââ
You nodded and looked around.
ââWho called this in?ââ
ââWe donât know either. Someone just requested the police here but thereâs nothing.ââ
You kept looking around, then something shiny caught your attention.
ââGun!ââ You yelled, pulling out your own from your holster.
Before you knew it, you had two guys shooting at you. You all ran to take cover behind the cars while trying to take them down.
ââDispatcher this is Deputy. Requesting all available units downtown. We have a shooting in progress. There seems to be only two shooters but we are pinned down.ââ
ââAll available units downtown. I repeat all available units down. Armed suspects, extremely dangerous. Proceed with caution.ââ
You looked around, trying to find a way out of this mess. None of you were wearing bulletproof vests, Knockemstiff is a small town with a few drunks but no one ever opened fire in the middle of the day, or at any other time.
ââWe need to move away from here. They know where we are and they can move in on us any time. Weâre going to move over there.ââ You pointed to the building right around the corner a few feet away. ââWeâre going to circle back around and get them from behind. Make sure your guns are loaded. None of us have vests, we need to be extremely careful. You stay low at all times and I will cover you, ok? Just be ready to shoot if I tell you to.ââ
ââYou donât have to do this.ââ One of the officers said.
ââIâm the Deputy. Itâs my responsibility to make sure you get home safe and sound.ââ
You looked over the car you were hiding behind. ââTheyâre reloading. Nowâs the time. Just make a run for it, stay low and everything is going to be ok!ââ
You looked at them. ââNow. Go.ââ
They all started running towards the building and you quickly stood up. You opened fire as soon as you had them in your sight. You were able to take one down rapidly, but the other one used the distraction to start shooting again.
You heard a body drop behind you and your heart stopped. You couldnât turn around to look, you needed to keep shooting.
ââWe got an officer down. We need a medic NOW!ââ You heard one of the officers yell to the dispatcher.
ââWhatâs going on?ââ You asked.
ââOne of us got hit, itâs pretty bad.ââ
ââCan you move him?ââ
ââNo.ââ
ââOk. I need two of you to stay behind and the rest get the hell out of here.ââ You moved slowly backwards and took a final shot, taking the other man down.
You looked back at the men behind you and you fought back tears. There was no way he was going to make it.
Suddenly you heard a gun firing, then another and the sound of a body dropping. You had been so distracted by the injured man that you missed the third shooter. Thankfully, your officers came back and one of them shot him.
You felt your knees buckle under your weight, someone caught you before you hit the ground. It wasnât even 1pm and you were already emotionally and physically exhausted. Your body just couldnât keep up.
ââCareful, Deputy.ââ The officer who caught you said as he sat down on the ground with you.
ââIâm sorry.ââ You looked at the injured officer, feeling completely powerless. Nothing you could do or say could bring him back. ââIâm so sorry.ââ You started crying.
ââItâs ok. Itâs all gonna be ok.ââ The man behind you squeezed your shoulder as a reassuring gesture.
Half a dozen police cars were making their way towards you, unfortunately too late for one of you. The officers ran out of their cars and canvassed the entire area, making sure there werenât any more shooters.
ââI think the adrenaline is starting to wear off. Iâm freezing.ââ You shivered.
ââThatâs the shock.ââ
ââYouâre probably right.ââ You laughed softly, your laugh turning into a cough.
You brought your hand up to cover your mouth and put it back down once you were done.
ââSorry.ââ You said.
You felt something wet inside your hand and lifted it back up to look at it. It was covered in blood.
ââWhose blood is this?ââ You looked around. ââIs someone else hurt?ââ
No one said anything.
ââDeputy. Youâre in shock and thatâs probably why you canât feel it, but youâve been shot.ââ The officer behind you said, calmly trying not to make you panic.
ââWhat?ââ Your heart was racing.
You then realized that there was blood on your shirt. When you thought the officer was squeezing your shoulder to comfort you, he was actually putting pressure on the gunshot wound. You had been shot a little below the collarbone and above your lung. Probably why you were still breathing.
ââMedics are on the way, Deputy. You just gotta hang on.ââ
ââSomeone needs to call the Sheriff. NOW.ââ He mouthed to the others.
He didnât want to scare you, but you were losing a lot of blood and no matter how much pressure he was putting on the wound, it didnât seem to stop the bleeding.
ââDeputy, Iâm gonna lay you down, ok?ââ
You nodded and let him put you on your back. He kneeled next to you and put both hands on the wound, pushing what looked like a shirt on it to try and stop the bleeding. He was putting most of his weight on you, hoping itâd be enough.
Dispatchers were the one who finally managed to reach Lee. He kept sending calls to voicemail, hoping that maybe youâd call so he could take it all back. He had decided that he would go wait for you at the station at the end of your shift and ask you for another chance.
When he saw the number from the dispatch center, he knew he couldnât avoid the outside world anymore.
ââSheriff, there was a shooting downtown. We need you on the scene ASAP.ââ
Everyone agreed that it was best not to tell Lee that you had gotten shot until he arrived.
ââWhereâs Lee?ââ You asked, looking up at the man whoâs been working hard to keep you alive.
ââHeâs on his way. Just hang on, ok?ââ He smiled.
ââMâkay.ââ Your eyelids were suddenly very heavy and you had trouble keeping your eyes open.
At that moment, everyone knew that no matter how fast Lee drove he would be too late.
The medics got there before him, they rushed to you and took over. They checked your vitals.
ââNo pulse, starting CPR.ââ One of them said.
The other one stopped him and shook his head. ââShe lost too much blood. Thereâs nothing we can do.ââ
They called time of death a couple minutes before Lee arrived.
He rushed out of his car. He couldnât believe the sight in front of him. There were 3 dead bodies on the lawn. He was relieved to see that none of them were his. Then, he turned around.
ââShit.ââ He said as his eyes fell on the officer that had been shot.
He walked towards the body, but the medics caught his attention from the corner of his eyes and he stopped breathing.
ââNo, no, no, no.ââ He ran to you and dropped to his knees, not caring about getting blood on him. ââIs she ok? Is she gonna be ok?ââ He looked at the medics. ââWhy arenât you doing anything?ââ
ââIâm sorry, Sheriff. She passed away 5 minutes ago. There was nothing we could have done. She lost too much blood.ââ
ââNo.ââ He shook his head and put his hands on each side of your face. ââBaby, you gotta wake up. Câmon.ââ
He shook you a little. ââWake up, baby. Please.ââ His voice broke.
One of the medics wanted to stop him, tell him that it was too late but one of the officers shook his head no. No matter what they would say, he wouldnât hear them.
ââPlease.ââ He begged again, but deep down he knew you were really gone.
He could barely see you, he was crying so much that his vision was completely blurred. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours.
ââIâm so sorry. Iâm so sorry you died thinking I didnât love you.ââ He closed his eyes. ââI love you. I will always love you.ââ
His body shook with each sob that left his throat. Everyone tried not to stare, but the scene in front of them was so heartbreaking they couldnât pull their eyes away. Some people walked away, crying.
ââYou would have made the best mama.ââ He smiled through the tears, as if you could see him and he didnât want you to see him sad.
He kissed your lips, then your forehead. ââI love you baby. Both of my babies.ââ
More people walked away at his words. Almost everybody was crying by now.
He stayed with you until the coroner arrived. He held your hand in one of his and stroked your hair with the other one.
He only let go of your hand when they needed to close the body bag, and he watched as they took you away.
Lee completely broke that day. His entire world came crashing down around him and the one person he needed to get him through with, was gone.
In a little over a year, you had flipped his world upside down. Never would he have thought that the new Deputy that had been forced on him would turn out to be the love of his life. He was never the same after you were gone. He was filled with regret and guilt, on top of the pain and the constant ache from missing you so much. He still went to work every day and he made his officers wear bulletproof vests at all times. He had units whose sole purpose was to patrol and keep an eye on the town.
One morning a call came to the station, neighbours had seen the little Russell boy hiding in the forest with a gun. Ever since the shootout, people were a lot more nervous around guns.
He ordered for everyone to stay put and stand down. He was going to be the one to handle it.
They all saw him leave without wearing his own vest, but they knew it was pointless to call him out.
Lee had been putting a lot of effort and energy into protecting his staff while also not caring for a second about his own safety.
People around town said that your death made him fearless, but they were wrong. He had fears, well he had one fear.
He was terrified at the thought of having to spend the remaining 40-50 years of his life without you.
He felt at peace as he chased Arvin through the woods. He wasnât scared anymore, he wasnât sure why.
Then, he found himself lying on the ground, facing the sky with a gunshot wound in the middle of his chest.
As his vision slowly faded to black, he smiled knowing he was seconds away from seeing you again.
ALTERNATE ENDING
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Hi, hi, Eyre! Here I am, doing my request for your follower celebration. (:
đ - Lee Bodecker + prompt 2. Maybe reader is spending way too much time with Arvin (or like anyone else) recently, depriving Lee of her full attention, according to him.
I don't know why, but it's hard for me to envision Lee feeling jealous of Arvin, so I'm gonna go with a different character...
Lee didn't pay much attention to the new arrival - not any more than he would ordinarily dedicate towards any stranger. He had made the usual arrangements, of course. Researched everything he could to find out more about the guy who moved into his town and opened up his practice on the main square, ready to represent his citizens and the ones from the nearby towns in any of the small cases they might need legal assistance.
The second he realize the man wouldn't be a threat to him and his position as the local sheriff and mayor? Lee couldn't be bothered to think about him at all.
But the town didn't seem to feel the same way as he did.
"Did you meet the new guy?" He heard his secretary chat with a friend.
"The lawyer?" The friend confirmed. "Oh, yes. Dreamy, isn't he?"
Lee had struggled to suffocate a laugh when he saw his secretary fawn herself over the conversation.
"Oh, tell me about it... And he's single! Do you think he might be looking for a wife?" He had ignored the conversation after that, not interested at all in these female matters and whatever schemes the two might come up with in the hopes of capturing the poor guy.
He still remembered when said secretary was plotting up plans to capture him, before he managed to marry the love of his life.
He didn't think about the newcomer at all until the following week, when he stopped by the diner to grab himself a cup of coffee (the one from the station was disgusting, even he had to admit it) and witnessed yet another conversation about the man.
"Oh, yes, he's perfect husband material," one of the waitresses gossiped to a customer. "Even the married ladies seem interested in him, but who could ever help it? He's handsome, a lawyer and he's so polite... Definitely, someone the men in this town could learn from."
That was added with a look in his direction, letting him know that the ladies had noticed his attention on their conversation. Lee rushed to pay for the coffee and leave the diner, although he couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness that bubbled in his stomach at the words of the waitress...
He knew he was a brute, and he had been less than patient when it came to seducing you and getting you to marry him, but he had always assumed you liked him that way. You never complained, only shook your head and smiled softly at him whenever he behaved a little more like a caveman than usual, and it was exactly the contrast between your softness and his roughness that made him fall for you.
Could it be that you would prefer someone more... elegant and refined, like the man that had just arrived?
He tried to push those thoughts away, he really did. He didn't even know if you knew the man, or if you had only ever heard of him from your friends, who visited you while you were working your shift at the local library.
But that evening, during dinner, the questions weighed so heavily on him, they just ended up pouring out from his lips before he could stop them.
"Have you heard about the man who just moved into town?" He'd asked suddenly, startling you from your task of washing the dishes after dinner.
It took you a while to answer, your eyebrows furrowed like you were struggling to concentrate on his question now that he had interrupted whatever it was that you had been thinking about.
"Oh... You mean Andy?" Andy? Lee wondered, trying to understand where the hell this familiarity came from. âYeah, he comes into the library almost every day.â
And at that piece of information, Leeâs world seemed to swirl around him.
âDo you... Do you like him?â He forced himself to ask, not really knowing what sort of answer he expected to hear.
âYeah.â You shrugged, like it was no big deal. âHeâs nice.â
Bitter jealousy burned on the bottom of Leeâs stomach as he gripped the counter, trying not to grind his teeth and warn you of his predicament. He didnât want you to know just how out of control he was when it came to you.
But he also didnât want you to see him standing there with a clenched jaw and dark eyes, an undeniable hardness on his perfectly pressed pants. No one had told him jealousy felt so much like desire, and the confusion between the two sentiments was enough to leave him even quieter than usual. If you noticed it, you didnât say anything about it.
That night, when you fell asleep by his side, Lee couldnât sleep. He turned to his side and watched over your dreams, making sure they were peaceful - making sure you were peaceful.
Because you were his.
Needless to say, the next morning, Lee was a mess.
It wasnât for the lack of sleep - although that certainly didnât help. He just couldnât stop thinking about you... and Andy. What time did he usually visit you? Did he stay long?
... what did you two do when you were together?
He acted before he could think, even though he knew the chances of witnessing what he feared to see were slim. When he actually came to his senses, he was parked in front of the library... and Andyâs car was not that far from his.
Rage took over him, then. Looking back on it later, heâd never understand how he immediately jumped to conclusions - this conclusion, much less. All he knew is that in a second, he was making his way inside the library, going straight to where your counter was located and thatâs where he caught you...
...Talking?
Why were you just talking? And why was he disappointed about it?
Lee took advantage of the shadow the bookshelves were casting over him, and he just stayed there, staring. You looked so pretty in that pink skirt - heâd been the one to give it to you.
And Andy was standing right there, on the other side of the counter, so far away from you.
How come he didnât just... lean down and kiss you?
Shaking himself off of those weird thoughts, Lee decided to leave before he did something stupid. But on his way back to his office, he couldnât help but notice... it was weirdly hot for that time of the year... and his pants felt tighter than they usually did, constraining his dick.
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Good Girl's Club, Father's Day
Word Count:Â 2.9k
Warnings:Â MAJOR TW:Â mention of a stillborn child/medical situations, angst, injury of a child, mentions of a gun, abuse, trauma
THIS DOES INCLUDE SPOILERS FOR EX WIVE'S CLUB! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MONTHS DOWN THE ROAD. WHEN I WROTE THIS, I THOUGHT I'D BE FURTHER INTO THE STORY, SO FAIR WARNING.
*I omitted Steve and Cami as well as Britt and Ari as they're getting their own chapters, because when I wrote this their sides made it pretty long.
âDADDY! DADDY!â
âShh,â Em cooed, her hand stroking along the jaw of her youngest and under his chin, âyou have to be quiet Taylor. Weâre surprising daddy, remember?â
Sadie smiled at her mother as she held the other triplets, Sandy and Samanthaâs hands, âthis is going to be so awesome, mom!â
âWe got the cake!â little Lee giggled, looking towards his older sister Emma who was holding it, âme and Emma! We got it! You guys got your stuff?â
âNathaniel? Ryder? Darren?â Em asked curiously, looking behind herself to the three remaining boys who were holding balloons and the party poppers. They giggled mischievously, their grins growing as they stood at the ready.Â
âMrs. Bodecker, youâre early!â his assistant Nancy laughed, the older lady shaking her head at the Bodecker clan, âand the nanny? Sheâs not with you today?â
âI gave her the day off,â Em smiled, âWe wanted to surprise LeeâŠjust the family.  You said he finished his last meeting earlyâŠis he free?â
âHe did,â she smiled softly, âyouâre sure picking a heck of a day to tell him the news!â
âDouble digits, Nancy,â Em replied, the pride in her stomach growing as her free hand went to the non-existent baby bump, âwe always wanted a big family! And you know LeeâŠapparently not even a vasectomy can stop a BodeckerâŠâ
âAdd that baby in, and your brood is a bakerâs dozen!â
âNancy, what is all this commot-â
âSURPRISE!â
Lee nearly jumped out of his skin as his children chorused their surprise attack on him.
âHAPPY FARTHERâS DAY, DADDY!â Darren exclaimed, shooting his confetti party popper into the air. Ryder and Nathanial let go of their balloons and reached into their pockets to grab their own, before blasting them off in every direction.Â
Emma screamed, surprised when one hit her in the back. The cake fell from her hands and plopped unceremoniously out of the pink bakery box and onto the floor.Â
âEMMA NO!â Lee squealed as he dropped to his knees to start scooping the cake into the box.
âSurprise,â Em laughed, unable to be mad at her silly family and attempt to surprise her husband, âwe uh-came by to surprise you on fatherâs day, sweetieâŠâ
âDADDY!â Taylor exclaimed, reaching out to his father. Lee smiled, his heart swelling at the well-meaning attempt from his family.Â
âIs this all for me?â
âThatâs not all, Mr. Mayor,â Em said sweetly. She bit her lip and looked down to her stomach. Her hands cradled the non-existent bump, âwe-weâre pregnant again, Lee.â
âOh sweetpea!â the older man cooed, his heart swelling even more, âwaitâŠwhat about-â
âGuess you were right when you thought it didnât take,â Em said bashfully, looking at her husband, âweâre gonna have another baby, LeeâŠâ
âWh-what is all this?â
Sam couldnât help the smile that all but lit up his face. Both his daughter and his girlfriend looked up from their spots in the kitchen. Kayaâs eyes went wide, âNO DADDY! GO BACK TO BED!â
âKaya,â Nia playfully admonished as she wiped some of the flour from her daughterâs cheek, âdonât speak to your father like that!â
âBut mommy, weâre not done with the food!â
âThe food?â Sam asked playfully, coming into the kitchen. He scooped his seven-year-old up and balanced her on his hip, âyou guys making me breakfast for fatherâs day?â
âCake actually,â Nia smiled, âyour favorite too!â
âCake for breakfast? And from my two favorite girls?â
âWe wanted to surprise you, daddy!â
âWell mission accomplished, little bird!â
Kaya smiled once more, her features reflecting that of her fathers. She looked back to her mother, âmommy whereâs daddyâs card?â
âOn the counter, babyâŠâ
âDaddy, me and mommy made you a card.â
âOh, did you?â
âMommy, get the card!â
âIâm getting it,â Nia laughed, reaching over for the card. Sam smiled as she passed it to him, giving him a simple kiss on the corner of his mouth, âhappy Fatherâs Day, daddy!â
âDonât go starting up with that language, now,â Sam teased as he took the card. She shot him a wink and he playfully smacked her ass, âgo ahead, keep teasing meâŠIâll show you exactly what daddy can do.â
âOhhh mommmyyyyy,â Kaya cooed, âdaddyâs gonna spank you if youâre badâŠyou better be good.â
âDonât you worry, baby bird,â Sam chuckled as he ruffled his daughterâs hair, âmommy will get her spanking at the end of the day, after you go to bed.â
Niaâs eyes went wide, âSam!â
âOhhhh, mommy, youâre in trouble!â Kaya giggled.
âAlright, all we have to do is make sure itâs gone by the time mommy gets home, right bud?â
The six-year-old carbon copy of himself with his own namesake smiled at him, âmommyâs gonna kick your butt, daddy.â
Jake frowned at his son, âyouâre supposed to be on my side.â
âNo way youâre roping Jake in,â Evie said with a smirk as she looked at her adopted father. She held out a popsicle and looked to her youngest sibling, âcome on JakeâŠTylerâs getting your xbox set up for youâŠweâll let you play with us while dad gets his butt kicked by mom.â
Jake turned to his seven-year-old, âLaylaâŠyou wonât rat daddy out or leave him, will you?â
âYouâre silly daddyâŠâ
Jake pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and wiped some of the suds from her cheek. His heart warmed at his carbon copy version of his wife, âmy sweet girlâŠ.â Â
She grabbed his hand and gave him a bright smile, âYouâre on your own thoughâŠsissy and bubba are right. Momma is gonna whoop youâŠâ
Before he could so much as argue Jacob and Layla ran after Evie, heading upstairs to the game room to play Xbox. Jake bit his lip and looked at the dishwasher that had overflowed onto the kitchen floor.Â
âLetâs just call someoneâŠâ
âIâm not spending our hard-earned money on some issue with the dishwasher,â Jake all but scoffed as he rushed his wife, âMaddie, weâve got four kidsâŠall of them could learn a thing or two from washing dishes in the sink for a day or two while I figure it out.â
âAwww, baby,â she laughed sweetly. Her hands cradled his face as she pressed a firm, but loving kiss to his lips, âitâs so sweet that you think you can fix the dishwasherâŠyou may be some government tech wizard, but you know nothing about fixing home appliances.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Jake scoffed, âI can fix anything, even a dishwasher.â
âBaby, youâre so cute when you think you can be a handy manâŠâ
âYou know what happens when you turn into a little brat, MaddieâŠI have no problem bending you over this counter!â Jake teased.Â
âYouâre cute,â she giggled, her hand reaching out to stroke her husbandâs cheek. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, âbut call someoneâŠyou canât fix the dishwasher.â Â
She took a step back and Jakeâs brow furrowed, âwh-what do you mean, cute? Iâm in the military. Iâm part of an elite force of men! I hack entire governments. What makes you think I canât fix a dishwasher?â
âBaby, Iâve met you,â Maddie chuckled, âI love you so much, but you are hopeless when it comes to fixing things around the house. We both know it!â
âName one instance.â
âThe vents that go to Tylerâs room,â she smirked, referring to how the ventâs system had closed and Jake couldnât get the little handle to open back up again, âor how about last week when there was a leak in the poolâs filtration system.â
Jake frowned, âthose donât count, MaddieâŠâ
âDonât they?â
âIâm off tomorrowâŠIâll show you just how easy it is to fix that stupid thing. And then youâll eat your words. Hell, Iâll even fix the vents and the poolâŠjust to prove it to you how much of a handy man I amâŠthenâŠwhen you see what a great job Iâve done, Iâll rechristen every one of those spots with you and I wonât stop until youâre screaming that Iâm right.â
âIâll tell you what, big guyâŠyou make me eat my words, and tomorrow Iâll do thatâŠand Iâll even give you an extra special Fatherâs Day treat and do that thing you like,â she teased, leaning in to brush her nose against his. Jake felt his chest tighten as her lips grazed his, his mind going to the roleplaying scenario that heâd made her reenact all too many times, âIâve still got that slutty slave Leia costumeâŠâ
âDeal!â
âJensen, do you have any idea what time zone Iâm in right now?â
âClayâŠitâs an emergencyâŠâ Jake said quickly into the phone, âI need an expert.â
âJesusâŠwhatâs going on kid?â
âI need someone who can fix a dishwasher before my wife comes home!â he said quickly, âI jus-hello? Clay? Clay?â
âWhat, did he hang up on you?â
âYeah, he did,â Jake muttered as he pulled up a browser and searched for someone to fix the dishwasher as fast as possible, âheâs inconsiderate as hell. I jus-â
âJakeâŠheâs on his honeymoonâŠwe literally were just at the reception a few days ago!â
âYeah I-â But Jake stopped talking when he realized that he was conversing with his wife. He swallowed nervously as he looked at her, âHe-hey babyâŠyouâre home sooner than I thoughtâŠâ
âFunny how that works,â she smirked, stepping into the kitchen, âlooks like you didnât fix the dishwasherâŠâ
âBaby I can explainâŠâ
âExplain it later,â she offered, dropping the shopping bags onto the table, âthe kids are in the game room which means weâll have at least twenty minutes to ourselvesâŠâ
âBut I-â
âAre you going to argue, Mr. Jensen?â she teased as she looked over her shoulder, âor are you going to take me in our marital bed while I wear that costume? Because as your dirty little Leia, you can use me however you wantâŠâ
âI-I still-youâll still do it?â Jake asked, his breath catching in his throat.
âLetâs see if you can use the force and make me cum, young padawan!â
âHEâS COMING!â
âMrs. Barnes, you need to-â
âDONâT YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, CHO!â Mel all but screamed as she felt the pressure in her stomach, âYOUâVE NEVER BIRTHED SUPER SOLDIER CHILDREN. YOU DONâT KNOW WHAT ITâS LI-AAAAAAA!â
âBreathe baby!â Bucky reminded his significant other as he rushed to her side, âremember the class. Bre-â
âI HATE YOU!â she screamed through the contraction, âYOU DID THIS TO ME! DAMN IT JAMES! I HAAAAAAAAAA-â
âYouâre doing so good!â Bucky tried. He went to wipe the sweat from her brow, but she pushed him away.
âDonât touch me!â she wailed, breaking into a sobbing fit, âIâm as big as an orca whale and Iâm gross and sweaty! You did this to me! You put another one in me!
âYouâre so beautiful, doll!â Bucky tried again, reaching for Mel one more time, âyouâre so beautiful, and amazing, Melissa. Youâre such an amazing woman and mother! Y-you can do this, baby. I promiseâŠjust like all the other times! You got this!â  Â
This time she didnât fight him, instead, pulling him as close as she could, given the barrier of the hospital bed between them, âI canât do this, James. I canât do this again! What if heâs like TimothyâŠâ
âHe wonât be,â Bucky sighed, upset over the mention of the last child that sheâd birthed a few years ago, which had been stillborn, âMonte is strongâŠheâll be perfectly fine, I promise! Every appointment was goodâŠit-heâs not like Timothy, baby. I promise!â
âIâm so afraid, Jamie!â
âItâll be okayâŠright Doctor Cho?â
âThe babyâs heart rate is speeding up!â She said calmly, âBuckyâŠI need you to let go of Melissa.â
Melissa shot up in her spot, her eyes wildly going to the man she loved, âsomethingâs wrong? Jamie, something canât be wrong with him. Mont-â
âWeâll be fine,â Bucky said quickly, barely believing the words he was saying. His hands reached out to her stomach, and he felt the wild thrumming beneath his fingertips. He tried to fight the tears that were riding up on his anxiety, âhe-heâll be fine. Youâll be fine. We-â
âBucky, we need to take her in for emergency surgery! This is progressing, but not in the way that weâd planned for! You need to let your wife go, Sergeant Barnes!â Doctor Cho said quickly.Â
He nodded, unable to find the words while a lump formed in his throat.
âBuckâŠâ Bucky looked up from his spot in the chair. His leg bounced wildly as he tried to fight the worry that lay in the pit of his stomach. Steve frowned at his best friend, âCami has the kids at her placeâŠwe-we got them settled in but-I told her that I would come check on y-â
Steve didnât get to finish his thoughts. Bucky had rushed up to him and wrapped him in a hug, while he began to sob against his best friend. His anger towards him faded and he clung to the one man whoâd been there for him through it all.
âWhat if he doesnât make it, Steve?â Bucky asked brokenly, âwh-what if he doesnât make it like the last one? I know that we pretended Joey was oursâŠan-and that was wrong, but Cami said-oh godâŠI canât lose another one, SteveâŠhi-his name is MontgomeryâŠwe named him after MonteâŠâ
âBuckâŠâ
âI canât lose another child, SteveâŠâ
âYou wonât, BuckâŠâ
âI canât lose MonteâŠâ
âYou wonât, BuckâŠâ
âCome onâŠwhat do you guys look so sad about? Weâre having a good day, right? We got up early. Iâm making us breakfast. Weâll spend the whole day with each other. Itâll be a great fatherâs day!â
Ashley looked up from her pancakes, before her eyes snapped back down. Michaelâs jaw tensed as he glared at his father.
âCome on guys, cheer up. We-â
âWe want mom.â
Andy took a heavy breath and he released a sigh, staring back at his son, âweâve talked about this, budâŠâ
âWhere is she?â his son asked, ây-you kicked her outâŠthrew away all her stuff and then-â
âMichael, pleaseâŠâ
âWe should be able to know where mom is,â he argued, âmom is-â
âSTOP!â
The loud clattering of the pan being knocked from the stove to the floor was enough to make Ashley jump out of her seat. In her panic, she knocked her plate and glass of juice to the floor. The glass shattered around her and she bolted towards her bedroom.
âDAMN IT!â Andy cursed, âare you happy with that? You know that mentioning your mother upsets your sister and yet you go ahead and-â
âSHEâS MAD AT YOU FOR KICKING MOM OUT!â Michael argued, eyes tearing up as he faced off with his father, âYOU WONâT EVEN TELL US WHY YOU MADE MOM LEAVE. SHE-â
âSHEâS A NO GOOD WHORE IS WHAT SHE IS!â Andy screamed at his eleven-year old, âyou want to know what she did, fine! YOUR MOTHER IS FUCKING OTHER MEN! SHEâS RUNNING AROUND, KEEPING HER LEGS OPEN FOR ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO SLIP BETWEEN THEM!â
âM-mom wouldnât do thatâŠâ
âYeah,â he scoffed, âwhat makes you so sure, huh?â
âMomâs not like LaurieâŠâ
âShut your mouth, MichaelâŠâ
âDad, even Jacob-â
âDonât you dare talk about your brother!â
âWhy?â Michael asked, âbecause heâs like grandpa? Because he-â
But the eleven-year old went tumbling to the ground. Andy had rushed up to him, trampling through the broken glass, and slapped him hard enough to send him spinning to the linoleum floor. But not before hearing a sickening crack.Â
Jacob wailed in pain as he held his abdomen.Â
On his way down heâd hit the table and hard.Â
Off in the distance, he could hear sirens.Â
His eyes went wide as he realized what he did, âMichaelâŠMicha-â
âGet away from him!â the six year old screamed. Andy looked up to the entryway where his daughter had stood.Â
âAsh-AshleyâŠâAndy said nervously as he looked at his daughter who had his loaded handgun in her hands, âh-how did you get into daddyâs gun safe baby? Wh-why do you have that?â
âI called the police daddyâŠâ Ashley said tearfully as she kept aiming at her father. Michael crawled away from his father and towards his sister. Andy went to take a step, and she pulled the trigger. The corner of the table blew away with the bullet and Andy jumped, having nearly been hit.
âBaby put the gun downâŠâ
âNo daddy!â Ashley said quickly, âwe want mommyâŠâ
The sirens got closer. Andy felt bile rising in the back of his throat as he noticed the police cars parking in front of the house. A loud banging came from the front door.
âTHIS IS THE POLICE! MR. BARBER OPEN THE DOOR!â
âHELP!â Michael wailed from his spot at his sisterâs side, âMY DADâS BEEN BEATING US SINCE HE KICKED OUR MOM OUT! MY SISTER HAS HIM CORNERED IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE GUN!â
He coughed, some blood coming up as the police kicked in the door, âPOLICE! PUT THE GUN DOWN AND HANDS IN THE AIR!â
Ashley dropped the gun, running to the police officers. Andy stood stock-still as they came into the home, one of them rushing to check on his son, while the other shuffled Ashley behind him and kept his gun trained on him. Andy eyed the gun, but held his hands up in the air, âI didnât do anything!â
âHe-heâs lying,â Michael coughed, lifting his shirt. Andy grimaced when he saw the bruises on his sonâs stomach, âh-heâs been hitting us for months since he made our mom leaveâŠhe-he hasnât let us see her, and he made a judge pull custody from her. PleaseâŠhelp us!â
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The Nanny Pt. 9
Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader
18+ ONLY
Warnings: cursing, angst, slow burn, alcohol mention, grief, yearning, mention of prostitution, corrupt cop, age gap (reader is in her 20s), dirty thoughts
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: Itâs been too long oh my goodness.Â
Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandyâs brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sisterâs disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.
Lee didnât care much before about holidays, but now with Valerieâs first Halloween right around the corner, he found himself spending any free time getting his house ready. For the past several weeks, heâd come home with his arms full of bags of decorations. Outside and inside were equally decorated, and soon enough Leeâs house was the most decorated on the block. It was nice to throw himself into a project, and maybe a part of him was using Halloween to distract from other things.Â
Valerie was so captivated by everything, and she loved coming with you into downtown to see the town square, and all the buildings decorated in orange and black decorations. The library steps were lined with pumpkins of all different sizes and the Church youth group ran a charity hayride around the square.Â
The air was smelling crisp and the chill in the air was refreshing. It felt like things were finally getting better, and the falling leaves were hopefully a sign of change for better things to come. It seemed like lately the biggest thing Lee worried himself with was what Valerie was going to be for her first Halloween with him.Â
âYou should dress up with her,â you try to insist, picking her up out of her high chair after she finished her breakfast.Â
âNo, I donât think I will,â he chuckles, leaving his empty coffee cup in the sink.Â
âCome on. She would love it.â
âShe wonât even remember,â he retorts.Â
âIf she could talk, sheâd say something different,â you joke.
âShe sort of talks,â he says, âweâre working on that, right Val?â
She babbles something incoherent.Â
âShe should be talking by now,â you frown, tucking some of her hair back.Â
âShe has her appointment today right? Talk to Dr. Hammond about it, but Iâm sure sheâs fine. Sheâs just a little behind, considering it all⊠you know I think sheâs gonna be good. Anyways, I gotta go.âÂ
âOkay, Iâll talk to her and see what she says.âÂ
At the station, Lee was bullshitting his way through some paperwork, trying to just make it to his lunch hour. He had been also doing everything in his power to dodge calls from Leeroyâs guys the best he could. His list of excuses for missing meetings have been dwindling. He felt like he had been so busy dealing with just this new life, heâs had no chance to keep up with his other obligations.Â
âHey Sheriff,â Benny says, knocking on his door and stepping into his office uninvited. Lee grits his teeth and tries his best to hide his annoyance.Â
âWhat is it, Wilson?â he asks, clearly irritated but Benny doesnât seem to notice.Â
âThe whole masquerade ball, costume party thing,â he begins, like Lee should know what heâs talking about, âthe thing the mayor is hosting at the Town Hall- you know. Um anyways, they just sent out a memo letting all government employees and elected officials that attendance is mandatory, no exceptions. I uh- just didnât know if anyone told you yet. Youâve been kinda cooped up in here and-â
âThanks, Wilson.â
âDates are mandatory too-â
âGood to know.â
âJudy needs the headcount by the end of the day-â
âIs that all, Wilson?â
âOh, uh yeah.â
When he finally leaves, Lee sinks down into his seat and rubs his face. That conversation was exhausting to him. He feels something in the pit of his stomach. A feeling of dread that not only does he need to go to this fucking party, but he needs a date on top of that. He scrambles through the junk mail on his desk and finds the invitation he got weeks ago. He sighs, relieved itâs not actually on Halloween night, but the night before. His plans with Valerie are salvaged.Â
But he canât think of anyone to ask except you.Â
âHi, we have a 10:45 appointment with Dr. Hammond. Valerie Henderson.âÂ
âAlright, just fill this out, and the nurse will come get you shortly.â
When called into the room, Valerieâs appointment goes fine, and Dr. Hammond is able to relieve many of your anxietiesÂ
âSmall children who undergo traumatic experiences can be delayed in some areas of development, like talking,â she explains, as she takes Valerieâs vitals.Â
âRight now, sheâs in a much more stable home and in better care. Right now, the best thing I can say is just to give her a little bit of time. She might not understand what happened but she is processing this change and the things happening around her. I can recommend a great family counseling service a few towns over.â
âThat would be amazing, thank you.â
âShe looks better than she has in past appointments. Sheâs healthy and happy. Sheâll come along in development as things consider to settle. The stability is the best thing to focus on right now, and the rest will follow.âÂ
âThatâs such a relief.â
âStatus quo of a good home life is just what she needs. Most kids begin to say words at the nine month mark, but at a year the only thing expected are âmamaâ or âdada.â Itâs the stage where they speak and they connect the words to the meaning. She fully understands words, I can see that in how she reacts to me. The speaking should soon follow as long as nothing further disrupts her routine.â
âSounds like weâre on the right track.â
After her appointment, you decide to get lunch at the diner to visit Julie and to meet up with Steve. Ever since the incident, you have been seeing them less and less. Julie was your roommate for heaven's sake and you feel like you never see her.Â
Valerie is situated in a high chair and the three of you are sitting in a corner booth on Julieâs lunch break. It feels nice, normal to be seeing them and it helps distract you from knowing in a few hours youâll be seeing Lee. All this time passes, and you canât help but feel the same way every time you look at him.
âSheâs getting so big,â Steve says, letting Valerie hold his fingers while he uses his free hand to flip through the menu.Â
âI know, itâs crazy,â you agree with a smile.
âHow has it been with the Sheriff? You havenât told me anything since that whole picnic ordeal happened,â Julie says and you canât help but feel suddenly shy.Â
âUh, there isnât much to tell,â you say with a shrug, trying to come off as indifferent. âThat was more for Val than me anyways,â you chuckle. âI mean I see him when I show up for work in the morning and itâs small talk, and then I head out when he gets home. Itâs nothing to tell really.â
âSure,â she smirks, unconvinced.Â
âWhat?â You ask, playing stupid.Â
âYou can tell us about it when youâre ready, but thereâs definitely something going on with you two and you arenât fooling me for a second.â
âYou and Sheriff Bodecker?â Steve asks, coughing on his water slightly. You scoff and shake your head.
âBetter off, if thatâs the case,â Julie shrugs, âI donât think you should get close to him more than you have to.â
âWhy?â
âDid you forget everything?â Julie chuckles, âLooking at him with rose colored glasses, playing house⊠You can be so naive. Heâs a criminal, crooked cop. You canât see that anymore? You were so skeptical and you were doing all that research.â
âHeâs also a drunk,â Steve interjects and Julie nods in agreement.Â
âHe might have, but since taking in the baby, I havenât even seen him touch a drop.â
âWhere do you think heâs going on the nights you work late? Do you really believe heâs working late at the station. Donât be naive, heâs going down to that bar.â
âHe doesnât come back drunk,â you try to reason.
âMaybe heâs going for something else.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou havenât heard the rumors? That bar is a front. They supposedly run a brothel or something in the back room. The men who do the deliveries also bring stuff to my dadâs store and theyâve told him theyâve seen the back room,â Steve explains.Â
âAnd people swear Lee is a regular, not going to shut it down or anything. Heâs in the ownerâs pocket, and everyone knows it,â Julie adds to her previous points.
âI donât know about that,â you say. Itâs true. You didnât. And you arenât going to call your best friend a liar. Theyâve both been in this town longer. You feel stuck, between knowing the Lee you have come to know and the Lee the town knows.Â
âNext time he says heâs working late, Iâll watch Val if you want,â Julie offers.
âIâll go with you to make sure youâre safe,â Steve promises and you can only nod. The server brings over your food and Steve and Julie move on to another topic easily but you canât help but sit there and dwell on the conversation that just happened.Â
The rest of his day at work, Lee canât stop thinking about how heâs going to ask you to be his date to that stupid costume party- masquerade ball, whatever. It shouldnât be a big deal. He can get the McDonaldâs daughter from across the street to babysit, and youâll go out as friends. It shouldnât have his palms sweating like this.Â
Itâs not a big deal.Â
Itâs not.Â
When he comes home, he finds you and Valerie playing with her toys on the floor in the living room. His eyes immediately go to the way your skirt has naturally hiked up, and he scrambles to look away before he lingers. But fuck, your skin just looks so goddamn smooth and soft all the time.Â
âHey,â you smile, and get up as Valerie runs over into his arms. He canât help but grin ear to ear scooping him up in his arms.Â
âHey shortstack,â he says when he picks her up. She breaks into a fit of giggles and buries her head close to his chest.Â
âHer appointment went well,â you say, gathering up your things to head home. âShe said we donât have to worry about the no talking just yet, but I got a number from her for a good trauma con-â
âHeading out so soon?â He asks, his tone sounding sad to see you just up and leaving so quickly. He senses something is bothering you, but he doesnât want to push you to tell him. Itâs not his place.
âUm yeah, I guess,â you say shyly, âI mean, you got home so now I get to go home, you know?â
âNo, no of course,â he says quickly, âI had just wanted to ask you something but if you wanna get home, it can wait.â
You are grabbing your coat and buttoning it, and when you finish you look back to him expectantly. âYou can ask me now,â you say, and he feels a lump in his throat all of a sudden.Â
âItâs nothing. Just some event I need to go to- just a work thing. Itâs gonna be boring with a ton of politicians and it wonât be fun. But, I need to bring a date and-â
âIâd love to,â you interject with a smile, and his whole body relaxes. âWhen is it?â
âTomorrow night,â he says. Your eyes widen a little at the short notice. He picks up on it and tries to smooth it over. âI know, Iâm sorry for the short notice, but I wasnât going to go. I only found out today that itâs mandatory.âÂ
âThatâs the night before Halloween,â you point out, âWhat if I already had plans?â
âIâd be screwed,â he chuckles and it makes you laugh. âItâs a costume party by the way.â
âLee! How am I supposed to get a costume this late?â
âItâs more like a ball so maybe just a nice dress?â
âWhat is it exactly?â
âItâs the mayorâs masquerade ball.â
âOkay,â you settle, âI can make it work. You are very lucky I have nothing going on in my life right now, Bodecker.â
âI need to still figure out Val and her costume, nevermind something of my own,â he scoffs, âIâll figure something out after she goes to bed.â
âMaybe storytime will inspire something,â you joke.Â
âMaybe,â he shrugs, and then he looks down to the baby, âWant Uncle Lee to read you a bed time story?â
âDada! âRella!â
You and Lee lock eyes again in absolute shock. Did she just..?
âDada! âRella!â
Lee looks at you again in utter disbelief. Heâs speechless. You feel the same.Â
âW-whatâs ârella?â he asks, finally, not even able to process her calling him dada yet.Â
âI think she wants you to read Cinderella,â you say quietly. Both you and Lee feel like youâve been hit in the face while Valerie continues to repeat the same sentiment happily, unaware of the weight of her projection.Â
âDada!â
âMaybe thatâs her halloween costume,â you suggest, trying to break through the tension in the room. Lee nods, still not sure how he should be reacting. His heart is simultaneously bursting with pride but breaking into a million little pieces.Â
âDada!â
âNo, no, no, baby, Iâm uncle.âÂ
âDada!â
âUn-cle.â
âDada.â
âChrist she doesnât listen, does she?â
âSheâs just a girl who knows what she wants,â you say with a wide grin.
âCâmon, thereâs no way she can call me that.â
âWhy not?â
âIâm not her father.â
âYouâre better,â you insist.Â
âIâm not,â he says, defeatedly.Â
âItâs up to you,â you shrug. âI think Daddy suits you just fine,â you joke playfully. âPick me up tomorrow night, okay?â
âWhat-â The door closes behind you before he can even process what you just said to him and he needs to pick his jaw up off of the floor.
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A Broken Heart.
Chapter 1
Lee Bodecker x fem!reader
Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing
Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.
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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3
The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now youâd be elated. At least you wouldnât have to deal with your broken heart anymore.
You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. Itâd be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.
Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time yâall made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you werenât so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you wouldâve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After heâd broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.
Youâd never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling youâd ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life âtil you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. thatâs what hurt the most.
After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.
She didnât understand. Sheâd never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told yâall all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.
Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didnât want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. Itâs the first time youâd be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew heâd already moved on.
As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.
âJesus, girl. Why arenât you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you arenât gonna make me late again.â She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.
âMomma.. I- Iâm not ready. I canât see⊠him with her. I just ainât ready for that kinda humiliation.â You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.
âOh, no. Youâve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearinâ for three whole days over a boy? Youâre pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didnât get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and thatâs what youâre gonna do. Now, get dressed.â She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you werenât feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.
You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, âIâm not going. You have no idea how I feel. You canât. Youâve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldnât possib-â
Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.
âNot. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutinâ and no sulkinâ in the pews. I donât wanna hear another word about that boy.â She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, âAnd, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.â With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but sheâd never hit you before.
The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second youâd totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didnât work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.
//
The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Leeâs car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.
The whole town came to this church, which wasnât that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didnât care, everybody knew everybodyâs dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.
Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and thereâs nothing you could do about it.
You couldnât get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didnât want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that theyâd pray for you on this âbeautiful, glorious Sunday morningâ. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.
One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally thatâs where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls whoâd been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought sheâd go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, thatâs the best path she couldâve taken. Youâd take her place any day.
âMorninâ Y/n.â Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.
âL-â You went to say his name but found you couldnât. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, âLaura-Jean, nice to see you again.â
Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.
âI guess Iâll go.. find me a new seat.â You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff heâll be.
You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.
âHow are we doinâ on this fine Sunday morninâ?â he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.
âI said âHOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT Nâ SHINY SUNDIE MORNINâ?â.â
âGOODâ the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldnât dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.
âNow, today Iâd like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, weâre always talkinâ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ainât about him. No. This morninâ Iâm preachinâ to you about young love.â
Here we go.
âIt comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, itâs one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.â The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.
âIâd like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.â
Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.
They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldnât stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.
âSo tell us,â the preach beamed. âWhenâs the big day.â
Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.
âMay 21stâ
Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, âMomma, thatâs in two weeks.â
âI know that. Now, hush.â She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didnât seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their âbig dayâ. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. Youâd given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasnât crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldnât breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.
âI- excuse me.â You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldnât stand to be in that room for another second.
Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.
âY/n!â Lee called out after you.
âGo away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.â You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.
âI said wait, goddammit.â He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.
âLet go of me!â You whined sounding out of breath.
âNot until you listened to what I have to say.â
âWhat, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?â
âI- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-â
âA tough position?â You repeated.
âLet me finish.â He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, âI know I hurt you. I canât even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard Iâve worked to get here and youâve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.â
Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.
âI- I still love you. You know that, right?â He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.
You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, âDonât touch me. Donât you ever touch me again. I donât love you anymore. I canât love you. Shit⊠seeing you was the best part of my day and now I canât even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I canât even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if thatâs what your love is, keep it. I donât want it anymore.â
âDoll,â A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one whoâs breaking his heart. âI never meant to hurt you. I swear.â He sniffles.
âWell, you did. Iâm in so much pain.â You sobbed, âIâm in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.â
âY/n, I-â
âSave it, Bodecker. Iâm done talking to you.â
Lee didnât chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldnât show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that heâd still see you around town.
Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didnât have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. Heâd eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.
//
Once youâd gotten home and shut the door, you couldnât help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldnât love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.
There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. Heâd come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.
There was never a time you werenât together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?
To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesnât hurt anymore.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.
When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.
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What a man wants
Warnings: noncon sexual acts, cheating(ish), pets, dry humping
This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Lee takes it upon himself to educate a soon-to-be bride.
Based on these drabble requests:
Lee Bodecker + âNo, not there, in my lap.â + Training/discipline + Lee is the mayor's best friend, so when his daughter is getting married he decides that Lee is the one to give the talk of bees and flowers to his innocent daughter, but Lee not only teaches her with words, he teaches her with facts and she is so innocent that she believes everything
You sat at the table, browsing through the scrapbook of ideas your mother had pasted together since you were just a girl. Her and your father had gone into town for a long-awaited date night and you were left at home to continue stressing over swatches.
You didnât hear the engine or the front door. You only looked up and saw the familiar face, smiling awkwardly as the sheriff watched you from the kitchen doorway. He had a habit of letting himself in. Your father always told him to do so and your mother never said much on. You closed the book slowly and covered it with your arm.
âMy parents are out for the night, sheriff,â you said.
âThatâs all right for me,â Sheriff Bodecker said as he sat in the chair across from you, his eyes on the scrapbook, âI heard you was gettinâ married.â
He reached over and pulled on the book until it slipped from under your arm. He turned it to face him and you watched in curious confusion as he turned the stiff pages and looked over them. He tilted his head and gave a small smirk, âlilies,â he said, âlilies go well with a girl like you.â
You blinked and nodded, âmama wants tulips,â you shrugged, âyou know, theyâre gonna be out real late.â
âI canât sit and talk with you?â he asked.
âWell, sure, but⊠we havenât much to talk about,â you giggled nervously.
âOh no?â he closed the book and shoved it aside, âthis boy, Charlie, I seen him around. A nice kid⊠quiet.â
âHeâs sweet,â you said.
âNot as sweet as you, I think,â he leaned back and his hand moved along his thigh, âyou picking out lace and petals, what about all that other stuff you gotta think about?â
âWhat dâyou mean, sheriff?â You frowned.
âAh, you know, when the meal is over and itâs just the two of yas. YouâŠâ he stopped and considered his words, his eyes set on you, âa girl like you, you probably donât even know what to do.â
âI⊠uh, well, oh, Charlie would, uhâŠâ you fidgeted, âwhy are we talkinâ about this?â
âI just think you should know. Me and the old lady, well she was stiff as a board that first night and⊠it never got better, you know, because no one talked to her about her,â he rolled his tongue along his lip, âno one told her it was natural, ya see?â
âNatural, I⊠IâŠâ
âYou ainât tell me Iâm wrong,â he said nonchalantly, âso, I figure it canât hurt to bring it up. You donât wanna be laying there like some little girl, you wanna be a woman for your husband, donât ya?â
âI⊠I can ask my mama âbout all that,â you looked down, âyou really donât--â
âCome here,â he cut in, âyour mama wonât tell you all that. Sheâs a fine lady but sheâs just as rigid as the rest of âem.â
âSheriff, you really shouldnât--â
âI ainât gonâ hurt ya, we just talkinâ, so come on,â he waved you across the table, âyou gotta learn to be close to a man.â
âI--â you stared at him then glanced to the door behind him.Â
You could try to tell him to go, but he didnât seem to get the hint. And if you went too far, heâd report back to your pa, and you knew your father hated when you got smart with the sheriff. You stood and rounded the table slowly, you stood beside him and waited, but for what you werenât sure.
âNo, not there, in my lap,â he took your hand and pushed his chair back. He guided you between his legs and pulled you down. You gasped and grabbed the table to keep from falling off him, âsee, you so soft,â he touched your hips, âlots for a man to hold onto.â
âSheriff,â you caught his hands, âthis isnât right, you canât--â
âYou donât learn and Charlieâs gonâ be a no good husband. You know what men do when theyâre wives canât please âem?â he tutted, âthey go somewhere else.â
âCharlie wouldnât--â
âYou think he wonât if you crying as heâs tryna fuck you?â he said crassly, âainât no man want a sobbing mess beneath him.â
He moved his hands from beneath yours and batted you away as you tried to stop him again. His stomach pressed to your back and he growled against your neck. He cupped your tits through your blouse and squeezed.
âYouâre built well,â he purred, âbut you feel that, you get all uppity when I touch ya.â
âYou canât--â
âIâm tryna teach ya what ya need ya know. You ainât wanna know how many husbands I catch down with them whores on the streets. You want Charlie to be one of âem?â He snipped, âso you let me show ya.â He squeezed and you whimpered, ânow, just relax.â
He kneaded your tits and you reached down to brace the chair but found his thighs instead. He hummed and you tried to listen, hoping if you did, heâd let you go. He took your hand from his left thigh and pushed it down between your legs. He led it up your skirt and pressed your fingers to the front of your knickers.
âYou see, right here is the key to beinâ a good girl,â he said and pushed harder, moving your fingers beneath his until you felt the pressure in your core, âmove just like this,â he rocked under you and you felt his bulge against your ass, âas he fuckinâ you like this. Do it like this and he wonât look nowhere else.â
The chair creaked under your weight as he kept his crotch moving against your ass and held your hand between your thighs. You let out a quiver and heard it in your breath.
âFeels good for your too, yeah?â he nuzzled your neck, âfeel how hard you make a man.â
He growled against your skin and kept you moving in his lap. Your core swelled and you couldnât figure how it was you felt so good even as your mind raced with fear and guilt. You thought of Charlie and your parents. What if they found out?
You felt Bodeckerâs teeth graze your neck and then the grunt came sharp and loud. His arm hooked around your middle and squeezed tight as he spasmed and swore. He stilled you and his fingers curled yours and he pushed hard against your cunt. His heart pounded against your back and he leaned his head back with a whew.
âShit, you so good girl, I came already,â he huffed, âDidnât even get my pants off yet.â
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A post where all my works can be found :)
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+ â MINORS DNI
works are linked oldest to newest
(*) indicates smut
(â§) indicates dark themes
drabbles
- Requests/asks are always open <3 -
HARRY STYLES FICS
Wedding Date (18+)* - one shot
Youâre Harryâs date to a wedding; Harryâs tipsy and canât keep his hands off of you.
Keep Quiet (18+)* - one shot
Youâre spending the holidays with Harry and his family; Harry loves to cuddle in the mornings and you can't keep quiet.
EDDIE MUNSON FICS
Hearts Aglow (18+) - one shot
You and Eddie like each other and Eddie hates carnivals; You and Eddie have a secret fling.
Summer Vacation (18+) * - one shot
You're back from college for the summer and your parent's new neighbor, Mr. Munson is hot; Eddie wants to fuck you and you want to fuck Eddie, what more can I say.
I Think Weâre Alone Now (18+)* - series (on hold)
Your band, Daughters of Vampira, and Corroded Coffin hate each other and are struggling to keep a clean image in the media; You and Eddie donât get along, so how will you survive nine months on the road together?
Price of Fame (18+)* - series (completed)
Youâre a writer for Rolling Stone magazine and Eddie hates the media; Youâre doing a piece on Corroded Coffin and Eddie canât stand you.
The After Party (18+)* - one shot
You and Eddie celebrate after a successful night; Corroded Coffin wins an award and you really love Eddie.
Let It Snow (18+)* - one shot
Your flight home gets canceled on Christmas Eve and Eddie just wants to cheer you up; You and Eddie are roommates and end up celebrating Christmas together.
Lights, Camera, AcciĂłn (18+)* - one shot
Eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you.
NASCAR!Eddie x Pop Singer!Reader (18+)* - blurb series (on hold)
A series of blurbs where former NASCAR driver, Eddie Munson, falls in love with pop singer!reader.
STEDDIE FICS
Cruel Intentions (18+)â§* - series (ongoing)
Youâre a new student at All Saints Catholic Academy and Steve and Eddie have every intention to sink their teeth into you.
WARNING: this is a dark fic with dark themes, donât read this fic if you are not comfortable with it!
OTHER AUS
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LEE BODECKER
Good Reputation (18+) â§Â * - one shot
You get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents; As the mayor's daughter you have a good reputation to keep, but at what cost?
WARNING: this is a dark fic with dark themes, donât read this fic if you are not comfortable with it!
ââââ
NATASHA ROMANOFF
Queen Consort (18+)* - one shot
Natasha is a princess and heir to the throne and you're her lady-in-waiting; You love Natasha but how far are you willing to go for her?
WARNING: This fic has subtle hints of homophobia and mentions of death. If this makes you uncomfortable, donât read this fic or proceed at your own risk!
drabbles: their first i love youâs
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OKAY OKAY OKAY IM SUCH A RAT HERE WE GO
I just read the Lee Bodecker wearing panties 1&2 AND IT GOTS ME THINKING AND NOW I CANT STOP
what if he really liked it? what if he went back to his plain briefs and missed the way they felt?
IMAGINE him being shy and blushing and trying to find the words to ask you for a pair to wear again and just being so subby and softđ©
if you could write something like this iâd simply pass away I love literally all your work
So much love,
Self Proclaimed Rat Anonđđ
(i literally forgot to check if you were taking requests but if youâre not itâs totally fine iâm just a whore for sub!Lee)
FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK yes thank you Ma'am for requesting this cause now I'm consumed by this idea.
Mommy, Please
Warnings: mommy kink, chubby cutie in ladies panties, crybaby!Lee, slight humiliation
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It was just supposed to be a one off thing, he lost a bet and wore your panties for the day. That day felt like years ago now. Every morning Lee slide on his briefs, the cut fitting him exactly as it was supposed to, the plain white fabric comfortable against his sensitive skin. He looked at himself in the bathroom and frowned. These same old, basic underwear just didn't seem right anymore.
"Baby, we're gonna be late for church, is everything okay?" You called from the bedroom.
"I-" Lee started to speak, but lost his voice.
A weak, sad sound came out of his mouth instead of the words. Even with everything, with all your love and acceptance, he was sure this new development crossed a line. Even when he got all fuzzy brained and he let you baby him, when he was your special boy, even when you fucked him, he was still... A boy.
This new desire blurred that line and Lee couldn't handle the tightness it caused in chest, the strange butterfly feeling in his stomach making him feel unwell.
"Hey," you wrapped your arms around his tummy. "You okay?"
"Mmm," he nodded, but you knew when he was lying. "Just, um, thinking I should probably lay off the dessert for a while."
You gave him a kiss on the cheek before returning leaving the bathroom. Lee forced himself to get dressed and to not think about the situation, or lack of one, in his pants. Every step, every time he sat, stood, kneeled at church, was fine. Nothing was special about the morning or breakfast or the drive home or the rest of the day.
"Suga'Bear, look at me," you climbed into his lap instead your side of the bed. "What's going on with you today?"
"It's nothing, Darlin'," he squeezed your hips.
Your lips pursed, a glint appearing in your eye.
Shit.
"Don't lie to Mommy."
Lee felt his stomach drop and his cheeks heat up. He shook his head, he didn't want to talk about it. You leaned forward, resting a hand on his cheek. Your fingers moved smoothly across his skin, until your were rubbing his ear. Lee melted, pushed his face further into your palm. He pouted when you removed your hand.
"Baby, what's our rule? What promise did we make?"
"To talk about our feelin's," he grumbled. "It's really nothin', Honey, I'll get over it."
"Over what? You know how Mommy feels about you keeping secrets. You remember what happened last time you didn't tell me something?"
Lee flushed hotter, his cheeks and chest turning a bright shade of pink. The humiliation burned and he felt that all too familiar sting in his eyes.
"Mommy, please," his lips trembled. He didn't want to think about last time.
"Suga'Bear it's obviously not nothing, whatever it is you can tell me. I will always love you."
"You remember when," he gulped, "I-I lost that bet a coupla years ago?"
"Lee, we bet on a lotta things. Last month ya had me go commando to dinner at the mayor's," you smiled at the memory.
"You, uh, made me we-wear your panties all day."
"Yeah, and?"
The tears spilled down his cheek. He couldn't stop them. You were going to make him say it, that he wanted to wear ladies underwear sometimes.
"Baby, baby, baby, it's all right. Nothing to cry about. Mommy's right here, it's okay. I promise you'll feel better if ya tell Mommy, Suga'Bear."
"I wanna wear your panties again, please."
You swiped away the tears off his ruddy cheek, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh Suga'Bear, what's wrong with your tightie whities?"
"They-" he sniffled, looking away from you. "They make me feel nice."
"Mhmm, and they made your cute little butt looks nice too, Baby," You hummed. "I wanted to fuck you then, ya know. Knew if just wearing my panties made you so hard and desperate, you'd like a whole a lot more."
"M'still your husband, y-your man."
"You are more than my man, you are my special boy," you kissed his lip. "And if you are extra good for me, I'll fuck ya real good in a pretty pair of panties. I can already picture your big cock in a lace pair, or maybe silk for my sensitive baby. How fast do you think you could ruin 'em Suga'Bear? Cause I bet I wouldn't even be able to fuck your tight ass before you were ruining those panties."
"Mommy, please?"
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His Perfect Housewife - Prologue
Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x reader
Summary: Mrs. Bodecker seems to be the model housewife, but nobody could ever learn the truth about how she met the sheriff.
Prompts: 1950s Suburbia (I will be using scene/line prompts for the next chapters)
Warnings: This is a dark fanfic (+18) and it includes depictions of violence and sexuality; non-con; dub-con; manipulation; abduction and captivity; misogyny. All characters depicted are adults. Please, do not read if such themes trigger you. Warnings exist for good reasons, so please beware of your media consumption.
A/N: This is my entry for the @basementwiveswritingchallenge. I love this trope and I love our dear old (villainous) Sheriff, so I thought that this could work. Not betaâd and mostly written while commuting or during my work breaks, so all mistakes/inconsistencies are mine and mine only. I might have had to tweak the timeline for narrative purposes, so it might diverge from book/film canon. I used Undersplash images for the header. Feedback is appreciated!
Prologue
Meade, Ohio. 1959.
âCâmon, honey pie!â Leeâs thick drawl echoed through the house. âThe guests will be here anytime now.â
You had just finished applying your lipstick: a bright orange-red colour that might have been too daring were you not a married woman. In your past life, you had barely worn any makeup. In your past life, you had never dreamed of living the life which now was yours: a beautiful home to take care of; a well-to-do husband who doted on you; a lovely child; the perfect family.
You left your bedroom to go downstairs and noticed how Leeâs eyes brightened when he saw you. He really loved you. Or at least that is what you told yourself to avoid all the pain and doubt that crept in each time you thought about what he had done.
âSo, what do you say?â
âOh, babe. I think Mrs. Mayor Flint will be having a fit when she sees how pretty you look.â He hugged you and his aroma invaded your nostrils. You had picked his cologne and it always enticed you. âIâm so lucky to have you. Youâre my perfect little wife, momma.â
Yes, how lucky you both were; how perfect for each other. Except it was not luck, nor love at first sight like he often told your social circle. You let the bad memories flow through your brain: it was better like that. If you tried to exorcise the thoughts, they would only cling to you harder.
âAnd youâre the best husband I could hope for, Sheriff Bodecker.â You smiled, touching his face. He was a very handsome man, and you grew to appreciate his company. No, not appreciate him, tolerate him so you could survive. You knew his morals were questionable, but after the first year, he had never done anything to hurt you. He took care of you like no one had before. âI gotta check the pot roast.â
He followed while you strolled towards the oven in your kitten heels.
âWhereâs Timmy?â
You thought of your baby boy. Since his birth, three years ago, you knew there was no running away from Lee, not anymore. After a torturous pregnancy, plagued by constant fatigue and nausea, welcoming your child was the happiest and saddest moment of your life: a new life that you already loved and cherished, but that also meant that your bond with your tormentor could never be dissolved. Look at what weâve done, momma. Iâm so proud of you. He thought you were crying of joy that day at the hospital room, but your weeping was also filled with misery.
âOh, I thought Iâd told you. The Smyth girl down the road is babysitting him for the night.â
âPerfect.â Lee was a good husband, you told yourself, a good father. Heâs perfect, perfect, the perfect man. If only you kept repeating that mantra, the bad thoughts with go away. It worked most of the time, especially when your family was alone, and you let yourself enjoy it as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. Tonight, however, the pressure of having visitors and having to perform your perfect housewife routine left on edge. âSo, weâre getting some mom and dad time after they leave?â
He embraced you from behind and kissed your neck. As if you both did not always find ways to do it when Timmy was around.
âPerhaps.â You acted coyly. Lee loved it and, in your time together, you had learned how to change yourself to appease; to please him. Each day, you forgot yourself a little more. That wild thing, drifting and travelling and surviving; what would she think if she saw you? Caged; tamed; your frizzy hair, now neatly styled in a French twist; your short, bitten nails were now manicured and lacquered red.
âI love you, baby girl.â His tone, playful and suggestive only seconds ago, became tender. You closed your eyes shut and you wished you could forget everything he had done, so everything would be different; your life would not be a lie.
âI love you too, honey bear.â
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