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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago
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Good Girls Grown Up
Word Count:  4.3k
Note: This takes place approximately three years before the current timeline of Ex Wive's Club
Warnings:  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. 
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“Mayor Bodecker, what do you think you are doing?” she whispered softly as her husband’s nimble fingers worked their way sinfully inside of her sleep shorts.  Lee hummed thoughtfully, pressing his erection against his wife’s backside.  His fingers dipped inside of her, and she moaned.  Her eyes flickered closed and her core clenched around the familiar digits, “Lee
oh, fuck
”
“Such improper language for the first lady of our little town.”
She giggled as he nipped along her neck.  Instinctively she bucked her hips against her husband’s hand, his calloused palm dragging deliciously against her clit.  Lee’s own hips pressed forward once more as he was filled with need for her, “Lee
oh, Lee
who cares about language
”
“You’re right,” 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, “what’s wrong, Em?”
“Lee
the kids
” she sighed, “it’s Easter
they’re bound to barge in
and the triplets
”
Lee looked over to the extra-large bassinet, where his three youngest babies were sleeping soundly.  He sighed to himself, “you know that ‘he’ misses being inside of you, sweet pea
”
“Lee, we have nine little babies now
not six
and four of them have the ability to barge in without their siblings carrying them.”
“Just one taste,” Lee all but begged, his nose gently touching that of his wife’s.  She turned around in his arms, giggling at him.  He frowned a little bit more and she wrapped her arms around his neck, “c’mon sweet pea
we’ve done this since we moved here
I taste you before we start our festivities
it sets my whole day right!”
“Your insatiable nature is the reason we have nine children, mayor!” she teased.
“Oh, it’s not for lack of trying, sweet pea,” Lee smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife, “if you’d let me as much as I wanted to, we’d easily have double the number.”
“Lee Bodecker!” she squealed. 
Lee smiled, “c’mon sugar
there was a time when you were the same
I remember  quite frequently when we were freshly married, you were askin’ for my Bodecker baby juice all the time
”
A new blush rose to her cheeks and Lee shot her a flirtatious wink, “oh I still do want it
but I think we need to seriously consider you getting snipped first
”
She watched the color drain from his face, “snipped?”
“Lee, we have nine babies
”
“What happened to double digits, Mrs. Bodecker?”
“Nine children happened!” she sighed, admitting it aloud, “I don’t know how you’re in your 40’s and manage to keep up with them.  I’m only in my 20’s and they leave me exhausted every night
”
“You want me to hire a nanny to help you out?” Lee asked, a concerned tone taking hold of his voice, “sweet pea
I cou-“
“I’m not saying that, Lee,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “I just-“
“Sweet pea
I don’t want you feeling like you are run ragged by the babies
we got more than enough money to be hiring help!” 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. 
He started piecing together all the little hints. 
They hadn’t been having as much sex. 
She was less flirty, and always talking about being exhausted. 
Sometimes he’d get home late and she’d already be passed out in bed, the children tucked away. 
Lee waited patiently, “baby
talk to me
just say the word and we’ll do it.”
Em bit her lip, “you wouldn’t be mad?”
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, “why would I be mad, sweet pea?  We have nine amazing babies together
you 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, baby
”
“I think I need help, Lee
” she admitted with a nod.  Lee nodded in response and wrapped his arms around her.
“We’ll hire some help, baby
.and I-I’ll look into a vasectomy.”
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“I-I don’t want to go to school today
”
Jake frowned, looking down at Evie as he served up the pancakes and French toast he’d 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 Evie’s distress, “why not, Eve?”
“I just don’t want to go!” she muttered, poking at her food, “can I stay home today?  I-I think I need to stay home.  My tummy hurts!”  
“Look, kiddo
we talk about our feelings in this household
you know that!  If you’re feeling sick, we’ll make a doctor’s appointment and get it figured out, but that’s not what it sounds like.  So do you want to talk about it?  If not, we’re going to school today!” Jake said firmly as he placed the pan back on the stove.  When she didn’t 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, “Clay
pooch, I’m going to have to call you guys back
”
He tapped the side of his Bluetooth without waiting for a response, and then looked to his adopted daughter, “you going to tell me what’s going on, Evie, or do I have to play twenty questions?”
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 son’s actions, and he sighed when the little boy refused to make eye contact with him. 
“Tyler
”
“Evie asked Michael to play with her at recess yesterday
and they kissed underneath the slide
”
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.  Jake’s brow furrowed, “and
”
“Some of the other kids said that Michael only kissed her because he felt bad for her,” he admitted, still biting his lip as he told his father the story, “Evie got sad when they asked why he’d feel bad for her
”
“What did they say, Tyler?”
“That Michael only did it because he feels bad that Evie’s real mom didn’t want her
” he said quickly, “that you and mom only took her in because her mom was going to throw her away!  They started calling her a garbage baby.”
Jake looked down the hall, heartbroken over what his son had just told him.  They’d had a long journey fighting for Evie, and she was wanted amongst the Jenson clan more than anything, “you know that’s not true, right Tyler?”  
“Of course I know that!” he said as though it were the most obvious piece of information he ever heard, “I told Evie that we love her and that she should tell you and mom, but she said no
she tried to talk to Michael and he wouldn’t even look at her.”
Jake’s jaw tensed, “that little shit
”
“Dad
am I in trouble?”
“No bud,” Jake said with a shake of his head.  He reached over and messed with his son’s hair, “you aren’t in trouble.”
“I pushed Michael when he ran away from Evie
”
“I’ll be right back,” Jake said quickly, disregarding the claim that his son made, “you did good in protecting your sister
do me a favor and make sure Layla and Jacob eat breakfast!”
“Okay daddy
”
Jake rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Evie’s 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.
“It’s okay, Evie,” Maddie sighed, gently smoothing down her half-sister’s hair, “don’t listen to those mean kids at school
”
“They said my real mommy didn’t want me!  They called me a garbage baby,” she sobbed, “and Michael went along with it.  Michael is my boyfriend!  And he didn’t stand up for me.”
“Well I’m going to talk to Sasha and Andy after I drop you off at school-“
“Mommy no!”
“Baby
that’s not right,” she sighed, looking into her half-sisters chocolate orbs, “no 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?”
“Uh-huh
”
“People that love you will always stick up for you, baby!”  
“But my real mommy didn’t want me!” she argued, “no one wants me
you and daddy just feel bad for me!”
“Don’t you ever say that again!” Maddie said firmly, holding the little girl at arm’s length.  Maddie’s tears reflected Evie’s and both of them refused to move a muscle, “I don’t want you to ever say that again
”
“But it’s true!”
“I want you!” Maddie said quickly, a tear streaming down her cheek, “I want you so desperately to be part of the family Evie
our mother  was a mean woman
but I wanted you so badly.  I fought for you!”
“We fought for you!” Jake agreed from the door. 
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, “Evie
Maddie and I want you
Maddie and I adopted you when we got you here
remember?”
The little girl nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. 
But the trio was shocked when they heard another voice from the door.
“We want you too, Evie!” Tyler proclaimed, “You’re my big sister
you’re all of our big sister
”
“Sissy!” the three-year-old Jacob chirped.  Layla nodded in agreement, rocking back and forth on her feet.
“We love you, sissy!”
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 Jake’s eyes caught hers.
‘I love you!’ she mouthed. 
And Jake tearily smiled, wondering how his life managed to go so right.
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“Hey
”
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, “well hey there guys
what are you doing here?”
“A few of the guys were working on some new prototypes for the wings on my suit
”he said with a shrug, “picked the girls up, and was going to take them down to the tech lab since the daycare closed down for the day
”
“Again?”
“Your newborn brother can be thanked for that
” he said while holding back a chuckle.  Cami frowned, nervous to ask.  Sam bit his lip, “apparently one of the women was playing with him, and he wouldn’t let go of her finger
”
“Oh no
”
“He snapped it!”
Cami gasped, “No.”
“Was pretty funny watching Buck come and get him
” Sam admitted, “but it’s 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.”
“Oh god
is he arguing with them again?”
“Baby, it’s the second time James injured one of the workers
”
“He’s a serum baby
they know that they’re supposed to not stick their hands in his face,” she sighed, “he’s got super strength.  I mean, Jamie and Stephanie are a lot more mild-mannered than him, and me and Steve were there a lot more
I mean, he cut down on the missions he took, and I didn’t work for a while when I had them
mom is a counselor with those groups and dad’s never slowed down.  James is bored!  Of course he’ll break bones and test waters if someone allows him to.”
“Doesn’t do that to your mom!”
“Mom does have a way with Barnes boys
” she laughed to herself, “she puts them in their place, and quick!”
“Mommy come with us!” Jamie begged, interrupting the adult conversation.
Stephanie and Kaya agreed, “Come down to play with us!”
“Mommy’s busy babies
I have a lot of work I need to do!”
“Please!” Kaya asked, running up to Cami’s desk, “we wanna show you a card we made
we made cards!”
“A card?”
Sam nodded, pulling the attention away from the girls, “they made you and Nia a card because mother’s day was coming up next month
”
“You girls made us cards?”
The girls giggled, excitedly nodding along.  A chorus of squeals met her ears, “and I have to come down with you guys?”
“Uh huh!”
“YEAH!”
“Come with us, mommy!”
“See my mommy?”
“Yes, Kaya, we can stop at the medical ward and see your mommy too!” she agreed, lifting the young Wilson girl up, “after we drop daddy off to go play with his wings, we can see mommy Nia!”   
“Daddy us uppies too?”
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.
“Uppies!” Stephanie giggled.
“Yeah, yeah!” Sam smiled, lifting her up, “now you three are stuck with us!”
“YAY!” Kaya giggled.
“Mission Accomplish!”
“To tech!” Jamie demanded.
“Yep,” Sam nodded, already starting out the door, “Mission accomplished girls.  We got mommy out of the office!  Now lets go play with Uncle Tony’s tech and then we’ll see your mommy Kaya!”
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. 
It didn’t 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. 
They had jointly handed off their card for Cami, but the twins insisted that they take the card up to Kaya’s 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 wasn’t friendly to a child. 
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. 
And surprised she was, when Cami opened the door to the office, and three little girls were bunched up beside her, rushing on in. 
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind,” she said quickly as the girls ran to the front of the desk, “Doctor Cho said it was okay and we wanted to surprise you!”
Nia smiled, genuinely taken back seeing her little girl excitedly peering at her from over the edge of the desk, “You
wanted to surprise me?”
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 mother’s day card that was nothing more than a bunch of scribbles to her.
“Momma, you!”
“She’s handing it to you, momma!” Cami smirked. 
Nia rushed around the desk and knelt down to her daughter, overwhelmed by the emotions that she’d felt.  She reached out, her hand stroking her daughter’s cheek, before pushing back to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, “it’s beautiful baby.”
“Love you momma!”
Kaya nearly threw herself against her mother, her tiny arms wrapping around her as much as they could.  Nia leaned into her daughter’s touch, “oh baby
thank you.”
The card lay nearly forgotten between the two of them for a few moments. 
“If you’re 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.”
“Do you wanna grab some lunch, baby?” Nia asked. 
Kaya nodded excitedly, “We go lunch with mommy and momma.”
“Yeah baby!” Nia confirmed, “let’s go grab some lunch.”
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Sasha bit her nails, unsure of what to do.  She sighed, taking a deep breath as the doctor looked at her, “there’s nothing wrong with your daughter, Mrs. Barber, or so it appears, but we’ll know more after tonight.”
“See, I told you,” Andy smiled reassuringly, “Ashley is doing great!”
“Andy, she’s wetting the bed and screaming in the middle of the night
” she said worriedly, “last week she stopped breathing.”
“You thought she stopped breathing.”
“You don’t have to deal with it,” she grumbled, “you sleep like a rock, Andy
”
“Baby
”
“Well, the two of you will have a night off tonight at least,” the doctor attempted to joke, “the sleep study should reveal any issues that she’s been having and we’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Andy and Sasha shared a look before turning their attention back to the doctor, “you mean we can leave her here?”
“She’ll be monitored the whole night.  You two are free to leave.  The sleep study will end and we’ll have the results by nine AM.”
“Why do you have to discredit everything that I do?” she spat, the left overs to the dinner she, Andy, and Michael had enjoyed, now being put away.
Andy frowned, “what are you talking about, Sash?”
“The doctor’s office, earlier..I thought Ashley stopped breathing,” she remarked, “no, Andy
I didn’t think it happened.  It did happen.  I was check-“
“Here we go again,” Andy growled, cutting her off, “you check on the kids through the night and you spotted her in a second where her breath hitched.  You didn’t 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 that”
“I’m not crazy, Andy
she did stop breathing!”
“Look, I get it
the kids weren’t your first option, but you’re going overboard, Sasha,” he said angrily, his arms crossing over his broad chest.  He leaned against the counter and glared at her, “but 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 can’t keep going back and forth about this.”
“What the hell are you saying, Andy?”
“You need to get help,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders, “I was talking to Bucky and the guys about it bec-“
“You were talking to Bucky?” she growled, “why the hell were you talking to Bucky and the guys about our relationship, Andrew?”
“Mel’s a counselor baby!”
“Don’t baby me,” she replied angrily, “this is not a situation you can just ‘baby’ your way out of.  You were talking about me to the guys
”
“I think you could really help from the support groups that Melissa helps run.”
“I’m not going to that, Andy
we tried it when I went through the postpartum with her, and it didn’t work,” she answered, her defenses building up because of her anger, “my meds are good, and I evened out!”
“You haven’t,” Andy declared, “even before the other week when Ashley supposedly stopped breathing, you were doing things, putting her through unnecessary tests.  There’s nothing wrong with our daughter, Sasha
”
“Andy yes there is!”
“No, there isn’t!” he argued, “now here’s what’s going to happen, Sash
because I’m fucking tired of this.  Tomorrow morning, when we pick up Ashley and the doctor says there’s nothing wrong with her, you’re going to drop it.  No more testing.  No more scaring her.  We’re done with this endless, needless chase.”
“Somethings wrong, And-“
“SASHA if you don’t drop it, I’m going to drop you
plain and simple.  Stop looking for things to be wrong!” Andy said definitively, “because the only issues that exist are the ones that you’re creating!”
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“I don’t want to do it, Ari
”
Ari smiled, watching as his wife held their eldest, balanced on her hip, “you’ve already done it once, my love
but if you’re really upset about letting Isaac going to kindergarten in the fall, we could always-“
“Oh no, Levinson, I know where you’re going with that,” Britt smirked.  She was quick to cover Israels’ ears, even though the sick kindergartener was in a deep sleep against his mother, “and watch that mouth of yours daddy bears
we’ve got baby ears nearby.”
Ari licked his lips and eyed his wife’s 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, “well
he is asleep
we could put him back down in his bed.”
“Ari
”
Ari sighed, knowing how much she missed spending her days with her growing children.  She’d 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 she’d missed Isaac learning how to tie his shoes.  And their youngest
Britt was heartbroken when she missed Arianna’s first day of daycare just so that she could get some socialization with children other than her two older brothers. 
“I know mommy bear!” 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, “you wanted to go back to work though
”
“I thought I would be okay
”
“We can talk to your dad together if you want,” Ari offered, “I’m sure he’d underst-“
“No
we can’t bring it up!” she frowned, “you know how much issues he’s having with Sasha
”
“But if this is affecting you this much-“
“Ari
dad doesn’t need the stress
I-I’ll get through it,” she argued quickly and quietly, following her husband as he went to Israel’s room and laid the five year old down, “I just didn’t know that I’d miss spending this much time with the kids
and I mean, one of us has to work
you retired from the embassy.  And-“
“Hey
calm down,” Ari said gently.  She stared helplessly up at him while he held her by the shoulders, “you 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, I’ll go back to work.  I have contacts, and I could pick up as an independent contractor
and I can do it all from home.”
“I can’t just leave dad in the dust
”
“You’re not
and he’ll understand that.  You’re a junior partner, and you’ve done so much for him with the law firm.  You could still consult.  You could work from home if you really want.  I’m sure your dad would appreciate you being the one who looks up the background for his cases.  He’d love to have some free time.  You could step down, and do the leg work,” Ari said kindly, “you’ve always loved that best about being a lawyer anyways.”
“I have
” she admitted, thoughtfully thinking it over, “god, I really have.”
Ari smiled, “see
and you could spend more time with the kids
and with me
”
“There it is,” she teased, “the real reason he’s helping out
”
“Hey
if I get to taste that honeypot more often, who knows,” he shrugged playfully, “I may convince you of a fourth child yet
”
“Ari
”
“That’s not a no,” 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 wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and her family, “you coming to bed, mommy bear?”
Britt giggled, finally exiting her son’s bedroom.  As the door clicked softly behind her she was surprised to see Ari’s 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. 
“Ari
”
“Come to bed, mommy bear
.daddy’s got a little of his own honey waiting for you
”
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. 
“Well hello there, mommy bear,” he smirked huskily.  Britt’s 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, “should we make a little extra time to let mommy bear feel good?”
“Oh I think she more than deserves it!” she purred, sauntering towards her husband as her fingers worked on pulling her camisole off.
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thezombieprostitute · 1 month ago
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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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starryevermore · 3 years ago
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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 he’d take such good care of you if you were his
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eddiesghxst · 2 years ago
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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
-masterlist-
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“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”
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. You’re with your date– 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 weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t 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 wouldn’t? 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. 
So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car
yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s 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. 
“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll 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. 
“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t 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. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?” 
You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t 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. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.” 
Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t
 That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.
You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– 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 Lee’s intense gaze didn’t 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. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”
You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”
“Are you a virgin?” 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. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.” 
He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.
“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue. 
“Are you going to tell my dad?” 
When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.
“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.
He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.
He doesn’t 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. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” 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. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!
“Sucking off? I didn’t
” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” 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.
“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re 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.
“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” 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. “Suck.”
You’re 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 they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re 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. 
“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” 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. “Open your legs.”
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. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open. 
“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.” 
You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side
 you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”
He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”
You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t 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 (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”
The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy
” You utter. 
He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”
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 can’t 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. 
“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him. 
When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering. 
“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions. 
“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.” 
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. 
“I don’t like repeating myself.” 
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. 
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 doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to. 
He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”
A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center. 
You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling —  you to do, but
you don’t know how to. 
You’re 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. 
“Open your mouth.” 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. He’s 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. 
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. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out. 
You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.
Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” 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 “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?” 
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. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.” 
You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs. 
“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it
Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”
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. “Fuck,” 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 doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face. 
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. 
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. 
“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”
You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”
You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s 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 doesn’t 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. 
“Fuck, look at these,” 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. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm. 
“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”
His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t 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, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air. 
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 it’ll only get you in trouble. 
“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy. 
His pretty pussy.
You’re 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. “Look at you, bunny,” 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. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s 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. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s 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. 
“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you. 
“A-ah! Sorry
sorry daddy.” 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. “I’ll have to punish you another time.” 
You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind. 
He’s 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. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.
You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right
” 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 wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.
The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” 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. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!” 
You’re 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. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.” 
He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?” 
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. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.” 
“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.
“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s 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.
“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.
“Ah! I-” 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. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” 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. You’re 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. There’s 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 ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” 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.
“What’s that, sweet girl?” 
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. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?” 
A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”
You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” 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. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy
” 
A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.
“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re 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, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” 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). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” 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. “Yeah, 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.” 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 doesn’t 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. 
Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.” 
Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” 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. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit. 
“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”
You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”
He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t 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.
“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i
my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.
Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”
A few more thrusts and you’re 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 he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”
You’re 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 he’s 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). 
Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?” 
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. 
“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” 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. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?” 
You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ 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 you’ve just done slowly consuming you.
A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”
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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years ago
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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 he’s so close to having you to himself, the mayor’s 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 ✹ (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. You’d 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 Bodecker’s 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.
“Evening, darlin’,” 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 you’re looking at his piercing blue eyes.
With his other hand, he removes his hat, positioning it so it’s tilted back on your head, “you miss me?”
“Always, Sheriff,” 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 wasn’t 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.
You’d 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 you’ve 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.
“So the way I see it, this scumbag tried takin’ advantage of your sweet nature and got too handsy. You, in all your right, defended yourself. You’re nothing but an innocent victim, ain’t that right darlin’?”
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 couldn’t comprehend.
The drive home was quiet but comfortable. It wasn’t a feeling you were used to around men and it wasn’t what you were expecting whilst in the car with the notorious sheriff. It’s not until the cruiser rolls to a stop outside your home that the silence is broken.
“I know what you’ve been doin’ about town,” 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.
“Sheriff I-,”
“Now’s time to listen, darlin’,” he cuts you off, “I know what you get up to when the sun goes down and I know tonight ain’t the first time things have gotten out of hand, just that this is the worst it’s been. Am I right?”
You nod your head, fingers twisting the fabric of his jacket sleeve as you avoid his gaze. Flashbacks to the times you’ve had to cover stray bruises play through your mind.
“So here’s what’s gonna happen, even though you’re breaking the law, I’m gonna turn a blind eye to it because a sweet little thing like you ain’t doing no harm. In fact, I’m gonna make sure you’re safe whilst you keep doing what you’re doing, or rather who you’re doing.”
His words have your eyes snapping to him, a dark smirk on his face letting you know that there’s more to come from his offer.
“But,” he continues, “you gotta do something for me.”
He smirks at your wide-eyed gaze. Watching you intently as you come to terms with what he’s asking of you.
“What would you want me to do?” you whisper. You know what he wants, know that he’s offering you protection to get you under him, but you ask anyway.
You find yourself whispering okay before he’s even said a word as you slowly accept the fate that has been sealed for you.
And now here you are - knees straddling Lee’s 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 there’ll likely be bruises by the morning - the kind you don’t mind sporting.
“You thought any more about my offer, darlin’?” 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, “I’m kinda in the middle of the last offer you made me.”
“Don’t get smart with me, darlin,” Lee grunts, gripping your jaw in a tight grip. There’s no malice behind his actions, you can see that glint in his eye and curl of his lip that’s only reserved for you before he’s turning his attention back to your neck.
“I’ve cut ties with all my clients,” you hum.
“Any of them give you any trouble?”
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 can’t 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, “nothing I can’t handle, Sheriff.”
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.
“I told ya, darlin’, anyone tries to give you trouble you send them my way, got it?” he punctuates his question with a slight squeeze.
“Yes, Sheriff.”
“Good girl,” his voice is a deep growl that has you grinding harder against him, “now, I think it’s time we celebrate you becoming mine and only mine and more importantly, celebrate you getting into school.”
You giggle as Lee flips you onto your back the first of many moans leaving your lips as his fingers connect with your core.
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Lee couldn’t keep the smug grin off his face in the days following. Knowing that he finally had you, all of you, he couldn’t quite believe his luck. You were everything he’d been looking for and you’d 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 mayor’s 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 wouldn’t 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.
“They only know when I’m faking, no one ever made me come but you.”
He can hear your words in his head every time he feels close to punching them square in the jaw.
“I’d like to take that prick down a peg or two.”
Lee’s broken out of his thoughts at the sound of his Deputy's voice. He follows his eye line to see Mayor Blackwood’s son, Charles, standing amongst his group of useless friends.
“Thinks he’s untouchable ‘cause his daddy's Mayor, makes me sick,” his Deputy spits, “caught him and his cronies terrorising the diner the other week, poor waitress looked terrified.”
Lee’s grip on his glass gets tighter, “which waitress?” he asks, voice like stone, eyes unmoving from Charles.
“The only one worth a look in over there. You know, the pretty gal in those little sundresses. Rumours around town are that she’s into some shady stuff.”
Lee almost sees red, having to take a deep breath to stop himself from storming over there and ripping the arrogant shit’s head off. He couldn’t decide if he was angrier that Charles had even been near you or that you hadn’t said a word to him.
“You know better than to be listening to rumours,” Lee grunts, “what were they doing to the waitress?”
If his Deputy suspected anything but mild interest on Lee’s part, he didn’t show it.
“Couldn’t hear what they were saying to her but she looked about ready to cry.”
“Did any of them touch her?”
His Deputy side-eyed him slightly, taking the smallest of steps back at the wild look in Lee’s eye and the growl in his voice.
“Um, 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.”
The glass in Lee’s hand shatters. Numerous eyes around the room land on the commotion but Lee’s eyes remain on Charles. If looks could kill, Charles would have died three times over by now.
“Boss, you’re bleeding.”
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.
“She tried to end it, said she wasn’t doing it anymore,” Charlies laughed, “pathetic cunt really thought she could get away that easy, had to knock her down a bit to get her to stop trying.”
It doesn’t 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.
“She seemed to forget that I’ve got a lot of sway in this town and a box full of some pretty little pictures that I don’t think she’d want to get out to the Dean.”
The sound of his friends sniggering as they lap up every word makes Lee feel sick. He can’t help the anger and betrayal he feels at you for not telling him, but he’ll deal with that later. Right now, he’s thinking about all of the ways he’s going to make this posh little prick pay.
“I gotta run, fellas. I’ve got her waiting for me right now. Told her I’d give her the pictures if she let me fuck her ass.”
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.
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You’re 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 he’d not taken kindly to that. You’d had to make up an excuse not to see Lee as you waited for your black eye to go down.
“Look who we have here, so desperate for more aren’t you,” 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 Lee’s 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 doesn’t turn, instead throwing words over his shoulder, “there’s wine on the table, why don’t you pour me a glass?”
This time you don’t fight your eye roll but you do as he asks. It’s 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. He’s 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. There’s 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.
“Undress me.”
You blink at him and he rolls his eyes, sighing deeply as if he’s tired of you already.
“It’s not a hard request, is it?”
If you could slap the smug grin off his face you would but instead, you grit your teeth and step between his thighs. You’re quick to undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling it down his arms and tossing it behind you. He doesn’t 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.
“Now, strip.”
You pause, willing the tears not to come as the truth of what’s about to happen begins to settle in.
“Please, Charles, you don’t have to do this,” you whisper, eyes locked on your feet.
“I didn’t say you could fucking talk. I told you to strip. Now do as you’re told or I will make this a lot more painful.”
You can’t 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 that’s revealed. Once you’re 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.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Simple enough that even you could follow it. Here’s another simple command, get on your knees.”
You sniffle as you lower yourself between his legs. You don’t take your eyes off the floor until you feel his harsh grip on your chin pulling your head up until you’re looking at him.
“God, you’re pathetic,” he sneers, taking in the tears that have begun to fall down your cheeks.
“Now is that any way to speak to a lady?”
Your eyes widen and your breath catches in your throat at the familiar drawl. You could almost laugh at the way Charles’ face pales at the sound.
Turning your head as much as Charles’ 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 isn’t until his fierce gaze lands on you that panic starts to rise again. He’s angry. More than that, he’s betrayed. You can see it in his eyes, the eyes that usually look at you with nothing but fondness, and your heart breaks.
“I’m so sorry, Lee,” you sob, moving towards him before you feel a rough hand grab your arm.
“You touch her again and I will shoot your dick off,” Lee growls, as he takes two large steps to point the gun directly at Charles’ crotch.
You swear you hear a whimper from the man as he lets go of your arm and you scramble to Lee’s side.
“Darlin’, why don’t you go grab a chair from the table?”
He doesn’t look at you and you don’t 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, “move.”
“You’re joking right?” Charles laughs.
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Your eyes are wide as they dart between the two men. You’ve 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. You’ve 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.
“Cuff him.”
He still doesn’t look at you, the tension in his jaw close to cracking as you quickly take the handcuffs and bind Charles’ hands behind the chair. It surprises you that Charles doesn’t try to get away but it doesn’t stop him from throwing insults your way.
“Fucking cunt.”
“You’re not that good of a lay.”
“When my father finds out you’ll both rot but not before my friends and I have our fun with you, you little slut!”
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 Lee’s as you silently beg him to take you home.
But he doesn’t say a word, instead, he seats himself on the couch, right in front of Charles before he’s 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.
“Lee, I’m so-”
“Now’s the time to listen darlin’. Turn around and sit down,” he drawls, patting his thick thigh.
“Lee, please-”
“Now!”
You jump as his voice echoes around the room. He’s never used that tone with you before. Once your back is to him you lower yourself onto his thighs, despite your fear you can’t help the small sigh that leaves your lip as you feel his soft warmth against your back.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispers against the skin of your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. “But, you haven’t been good, have you darlin’? Been running around with this prick behind my back, haven’t you?”
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.
“That’s not true,” you plead, “I 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 wouldn’t have been able to go to school. I’m so so sorry Lee.”
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.
“I know baby, I don’t blame you, it’s okay.”
You sniffle and hiccup as your teary eyes meet his, “you’re not mad?”
“Oh, darlin’, I’m furious,” he says softly, the juxtaposition sending your head spinning, “but I know exactly how you can make it up to me and how we can teach this entitled prick a lesson in the process.”
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.
“So, what’s your plan exactly?” Charles croaks, “you gonna kill me?”
“I’m still undecided,” Lee responds calmly, “tell me, darlin’” he continues, his hands resting lightly on your thighs, his fingertips rubbing delicate circles, “he ever make you come?”
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.
“No, Sheriff,” you whisper, eyes flicking back to Charles when you hear him scoff.
“Let me guess, you’ve never thought about her pleasure once have you?”
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.
“Pathetic excuse of a cock,” Lee chuckles as he watches Charles’ dick twitch at the sight of your pussy.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna sit there and watch how a real man treats a woman. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
You’re about to protest until a choked moan escapes your throat when Lee’s fingers connect with your clit.
“Would you listen to that, she makes the prettiest sounds. At least you’ll get to hear them once, Blackwood,” Lee mocks, his fingers slipping lower, groaning at how wet you are.
“Dirty girl, you love this don’t ya? Love it when I show people who you belong to.”
He pushes two fingers into your sopping hole and you can’t help the high pitched sound that falls past your lips, “fuck, love it Sheriff.”
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.
“Look at him, baby,” Lee whispers against your neck, “look how pathetic he looks. How hard his cock is at the sight of your gorgeous body.”
His hand that isn’t 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 Lee’s thick fingers, earning you a deep chuckle from the man behind you. Charles’ eyes are wild - equal amounts of lust, fear and anger shining back at you.
“Want to see something real special, Blackwood?”
Charles’ gaze flickers past you to look at Lee, his chest heaving but he doesn’t respond, a silent snarl on his lips.
“Need you to come for me darlin’, show him how sexy you look when you come.”
Lee’s 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 can’t stop your hips from winding against his hand, chasing the high that’s 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 Lee’s ears as you coat his hand and thighs in your release.
“Fuck, yes, Lee,” 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 you’re squirming and panting on his lap.
“Such a good girl, darlin’,” 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.
“Look at that baby, poor Charlie boy here made a mess just at the sight of you getting off.”
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 can’t help the giggle that spills past your lips at the sight, bringing a satisfying blush to Charles’ cheeks.
“Told ya you’d learn a thing or two, you entitled prick,” Lee growls, “and now you’re gonna watch me fuck her tight little ass since we both know you wouldn’t know what to do if you got your dick inside her.”
The lazy smile on your lips vanishes as you hear Lee speak. You’d 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.
“Lee, I-”
“Shh, baby,” he cuts you off, groaning as your slick covers his cock the more he rubs you with it, “gonna make you feel so good. Been dying to get a taste of this ass.”
You take in a shuddering breath. It’s 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.
“Breathe, baby,” he coos, “let’s show him what he's missing.”
Taking a deep breath, you choke as Lee’s cock starts to fill you. The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you can’t stop the whimpers as tears fill your eyes.
“Fuck, Sheriff, so big,” you gasp as he slowly pulls you down until he’s fully seated in your ass.
“Shit, if you thought her pussy was tight,” Lee growls, trying his best to give you a moment to get adjusted.
“Fucking slut.”
Your eyes snap open - you’d almost forgotten Charles was here, too lost in your own pleasure.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
You try not to tense at Lee’s voice, all too aware of his cock stuffed snug in your ass.
“I said, fucking slut. And you’re just pathetic. The big bad sheriff whipped by this whore, it’s laughable.”
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 Lee’s strong arm wraps around your waist, grunting as you squirming shifts his cock inside you.
“Not learnt a damn thing, boy,” Lee grunts before turning his attention to you, taking in your shivering form and the tear tracks on your cheeks.
“Look at me, baby.”
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. Lee’s 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.
“That’s it darlin’, focus on me. Focus on how good my cock feels in your tight little ass. You’re such a good girl.”
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.
“Fuck, that’s my girl. So fucking perfect and all mine,” 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.
“Come for me, darlin’” 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 didn’t believe you could get any tighter but the way you squeeze him when you come has him hurtling over the edge with you.
“Shit, that’s it, baby,” Lee soothes, running his hands up and down your thighs as you come down from your high.
Maybe it’s the two mind-blowing orgasms he’s pulled from you, maybe it’s that fact he saved you in his own twisted way, maybe it’s the adrenaline - you don’t know what causes you to say the next words but you know you mean them with all your heart.
“I love you, Lee.”
You feel him grin against your temple and it brings a smile to your face.
“I love you too, baby.”
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.
“Do you know where he keeps those pictures?” Lee asks, cupping your cheeks softly.
You nod, the weight of the night beginning to set on your shoulders.
“Go get them and we’ll head home, I’ll clean up in here.”
You’re 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 Lee’s come dripping down your thighs as you head to Charles’ study. Finding the box he’s 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, “let’s go home, darlin’.”
You don’t hear another sound as you leave the house and you don’t 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.
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thecutestlittlebunbunfairy · 3 years ago
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Easter Bunny
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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
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You always thought it was kind of funny how your mother said Easter was her favorite holiday. Despite Christmas being Jesus’ birthday.
“Darling,” she always explained. “If it weren’t for Easter, Christmas wouldn’t be special.” And in some way that made sense. You didn’t really mind religion; just always made you feel a bit stuffy. But your mother was an absolute sweetheart. Believing anyone and everyone was deserving of God’s love. And you could at least agree to that.
Thus, every year since as long as you could remember, Easter Sunday Morning church, followed by the best brunch at the Riverside. One of the fancier restaurants in town (3 star at its best) did an exquisite Easter brunch. Talked about all around in the whole county and even a bit up towards Columbus. Anyone who was anyone in town was seen there. The Mayor, some senators. Even the governor once or twice. Your parents loved to go and you did too. When you were younger, it was as much fruit and pancakes as you could eat. Now that you were older, it really was a splendid brunch.
Even once you moved out and got a nice little secretary’s job at a law office in Meade, you still made the half hour drive every April or so to join them. Especially since they always paid.
Today was just like every other Easter. You sat in church for the hour or so. The sermon was all about reawakening and hope and it was rather nice. It helped that after the long months of winner, it was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, all the snow and ice was gone. Even the birds seemed to sing along to the hymns. You hummed along, holding your mother’s hand through the whole thing. And you squeezed it just as hard as she squeezed back. Your mother had had a few health scares the last year or so. Nothing that couldn’t be helped, but worrisome all the same. So, you were happy that she was able to be with you.
Afterwards, you drove over in separate cars. You had to be back to work the next day and still had some things to do at your small apartment. Plus, you were able to have a quick cigarette. Your mther always nagged after you to quit but it helped with the stress.
Making your way inside; you three were placed in a lovely booth; your parents on one side, you on the other. You were just wondering about a mimosa when a voice rung out
“Well, if it ain’t the (y/l/n)’s!” You turned to see a man approaching your table. A man indeed. Tall, maybe even more so than your father. A bit chubby around the gut, but he carried himself well. Icy blue eyes seemed to chill the warm air coming in from the outside. He wore a leather jacket over a crisp white shirt and charcoal grey tie. On his jacket was a star.
“Oh, Sherriff Bodecker!” Your dad waved him over before standing up to shake his hand. “(Y/N), you remember we told you Molly got out a few months ago? Lee was the one who found her. Sheriff Bodecker, this is our daughter, (y/n).”
“(Y/n), huh? Your folks have talked a lot about you. Is Molly your dog?” He asked. You gave a small smile back. You remembered the day your mother called and told you Molly had gotten out. You called home every day that week until your father told you that she’d been found. And this nice man, this nice strong man, was the one to find her.
“Yes, we got Molly just a few years before I moved out. She was my best friend for a long while. Thank you for saving her.” You said.
“Not a problem, darlin.” He purred.
“Why don’t you join us?” your mother invited him.
“It would be an absolute pleasure. You mind scooching over, sweetheart?” You were a little unsure how to feel. He seemed like a kind and caring person, but you almost got a feeling there was something darker beneath the surface before the eyes. But you found yourself scooching over and he squeezed in next to you.
“So, I’ve heard a lot about you from your parents, (y/n). But what about you?” The sheriff inquired. “What do you think of you?” You thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to introduce yourself.
“Well, I suppose. I’m a bit of a bookworm, but I like to sew and bake.” You told him, wishing you had something more interesting to say.
“Oh really. Did you make all those pretty pillows and blankets your mama gave me?” Your face heated up.
“She gave you those?” you asked. She’d mentioned she’d passed one or two along to the neighbors.
“Yep, kept me nice and cozy last winter. What do you like to bake, sweetheart?” He asked and you squirmed at the attention.
“Definitely apple crisp; I add just a bit of extra cinnamon, and I soak the apples in a little honey whiskey. Gets a real nice crisp.”
“Sounds absolutely delicious,” His voice was low, and you felt even warmer. He turned his attention back to the menu “What’re y’all thinking of ordering?”
“Oh, I wasn’t sure
maybe a nice omelet?” your mother mused.
“Well, you folks order whatever you want. I’m buying.” He offered and your eyes widened.
“That’s very kind of you, Sheriff.” You said.
“Oh please, darling. Call me Lee.” He insisted, a twinkle in his eye. You gave a small nod in return.
As your eyes roved over the menu, you suddenly decided what sounded perfect right now.
“A stack of French toast, with a little extra syrup,” you told the waitress.
“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you make it 2?” Lee requested. Your mother ordered eggs benedict, and your father a T-Bone and eggs.
“I see I’m not the only one with a real sweet tooth. So, your mama says you work as a legal secretary. Nice to meet another enforcer of the law” he gave you a wink and you stammered.
“Oh well, I don’t do anything
 enforcing really. Just keep track of clients, pay the electric bill, open the mail.”
“Yeah, but you gotta be real smart to do all that.” On and on it went through brunch. He would pay you little compliments, ask questions, anything he could do to engage you.
You weren’t sure how to feel, no man had ever given this much attention. Especially one as powerful and seemingly well respected as the sheriff. Several times through brunch, some people came up to say hello to the sheriff, and subsequently your parents. Even more subsequently, you. And all through the whole meal, you kept stealing little glances at him. And once or twice, he was staring back at you. The third time you met his eyes, you felt overwhelmed and decided you need to step out for a cigarette.
You were sitting in the backseat of your car, smoking and trying to collect your thoughts. Did the sheriff like you? Surely being the sheriff, he could have any woman in town. Why you?
“Ain’t this a cute little car?” A voice snapped you from your thoughts. You turned and there was the sheriff leaning over your back seat passenger side window
“You alright? You been out here for a while. Your folks wanted me to check on you.” His eyes flicked between you and the cigarette. And a small smirk played at his lips. “Now, what’s a good little girl like you doing smoking?” he teased, hardly giving you time to answer before he opened your passenger door and sat in the seat next to yours.
“Y’know, I’ve heard about these here Volkswagen’s. Guess it’s true what they say, plenty of room in the backseat.” He scooched a little closer towards you, laying one arm on the seat behind you. “You ever sat in the backseat of a car with a boy, darlin?”
“Well
there was once
” you thought back to when Bobby Fischer had you in his truck some night. You didn’t know how it happened. But you only remember bobby jamming his tongue down your throat and fingers up your skirt. He rubbed around inside a little before asking if you’d cum. You’d been so painfully shy in high school that you just nodded. He kissed you back and took you home afterwards.
“Tell me darling, has a boy ever touched you here?” He rested one of his large calloused hands on your thigh. Your brain flashed back to Bobby Fischer and you closed your thighs with a squeak, making him chuckle
“Whatcha thinking, bunny?” Bunny. The name made you squirm and squeeze your thighs together.
“I just
uhm
I dunno.” You bit your lip pensively. His hand rubbed along the inside of your thigh was making you heat up very quickly. You took another puff off your cigarette. As you exhaled, he plucked the thing from your fingers, taking a puff of his own before setting it to rest on the window sill. His brazenness and his steely gaze had your hands wringing.
“I just wasn’t sure
why you would find me worth paying so much attention to.” You squeaked out. And he grinned back, wolfishly.
“Awe my sweet little bunny. Well let’s see. You’re probably one of the prettiest little things I ever laid eyes on. And hearing all your mama’s kind words, I think you’re more than just pretty as an angel. I think you may be one.”
One of his large hands moved over your breasts before moving up to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently. His other hand moved up your thighs, moving under your dress. “Now, open these back up for Daddy, little Bunny. I’m not some little boy just looking to rub and run. I’m gunna make you feel real good.”
Feeling him squeeze around your throat made you gasp and open your legs almost involuntarily. His fingers ran up the silk fabric of your panties.
“Aw baby. Look at you being all fancy. Didn’t even know it but you were wearing these for me.” He licked his lips while moving his fingers up and down your clothed slit. “And already so wet. Aren’t you just the most precious thing? Now come sit on daddy’s lap.” The hand between your legs patted his lap, inviting you over. But something gave you pause. You shook your head and he growled.
“That wasn’t a request, little girl. I said, get over here.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You still squirmed against him as he pulled you across to straddle him. He gave you a sharp slap to your ass through your dress. “When Daddy tells you to do something, slut, you do it. Am I clear?” He slapped your ass again and tears formed in your eyes.
“Lee please
wait
.” You whimpered, suddenly feeling very flustered and unsure. He leaned back and his eyes raked over you. “I just
uhm
why do you
?” you wanted to ask so many things but your mind was a haze of new found attention, lust and fear.
“Why do you
why do you say those things? And why do you wanna make me feel good?” you asked, clutching at his chest beneath his shirt. His thumb and forefinger held your chin, making you stare into those steel blue eyes. His lips curled up into a dangerous smirk.
“Such a cute dumb little baby, don’t even know what you want. The question you should be asking is why is your little pussy getting so wet from those things, huh?” He purred. He bucked his hips just a little so you could feel his cock through his pants. The size had you a little worried. One of your girlfriends in college had snuck you one of her “special toys” and you used it once or twice, but it didn’t feel near as big as what you could feel underneath you. “But don’t you worry darling. Daddy is going to take good care of what’s his.” The hand that had been fondling you through your panties undid his fly. “Pull your panties aside, baby.” You bit your lip in pause. You knew what was going to happen, but the thought still made you nervous. The hand holding your chin wrapped around your neck, squeezing harder than before.
“Now you listen here. I got no problem cuffing your hands back and taking what I want all on my own. But I’m giving you a chance to my good girl, and I’ll take real good care of you. You can be my pretty little housewife, raise my pretty little kids,” Lee offered. Then, he met your eyes and you could see his gaze soften a bit. "And besides, think of how proud your mama will be. You on the sheriff’s arm." Those words stuck in your heart. You, on the sheriff’s arm? Your mama would be so happy. After so much pain and strife through her health crisis, you wanted to make her happy more than anything in the world. You nodded.
“Yes Lee. Alright.” You were rewarded with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.
“Such a good little girl. But you gotta call me daddy, understood?” You paused for a moment before nodding again
“Yes, daddy.” You surrendered, moving your hands down his chest, feeling how strong he was and you bit your lip. As your hands moved between your legs, you looked down for the first time and saw his cock. Definitely bigger than the toys. You gulped nervously and Lee chuckled.
“Don’t you worry, little bunny. Daddy’ll make it fit so you can bounce up down on his big cock. Why don’t you rub your little clit for me? I know you’re soaked, but I want your pussy absolutely dripping for me.” Doing as he said, you pulled your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit back and forth slowly, teasing yourself.
“Look at my good little slut, touching her pussy for daddy. You been thinking about me all morning, haven’t you? I saw you looking at me.” His words mixed with the pleasure of rubbing your clit had you breathing heavier. “You looked real pretty in that there church. Especially from behind. My good little bunny. I can smell how wet your little pussy is. You must really want daddy’s big fat cock in you, filling you up. Don’t ya?” He growled. You could only nod in response as you felt cock against you.
“Such a dumb bunny. My dumb cockhungry bunny.” He grabbed your cheeks. “Tell me what a naughty little whore you are.” He ordered.
“I’m...I’m a little whore, daddy.” You panted out.
“Yeah, you are. You like that baby? You like being my little slutty bunny?” You felt the head of his cock push in you and your back arched, pressing your chest against his.
“Fuck, such a pretty little baby I got myself. Gunna lay you out on my bed. Fill you with my cock over and over again til you’re all round with my babies.” His cock stretched you, making you feel like you’d split in two. But you couldn’t help the way you clenched around him in pleasure. “You like when I’m mean to you? Or when I press little kisses to your lips.” He did as he described and while his face was still close to yours, he squeezed your throat and said “Or maybe, maybe you like both. You wanna pretend you’re all quiet and innocent, but deep down you like being told what a little dumb bunny you are.” He pressed his lips to yours fiercely before thrusting the rest of his cock up into you, making you gasp that turned into a whine. He started rocking his hips, making you bounce up and down.
“Fuck darling, can feel that tight little pussy clenching around me. I don’t know how long I can last
” he threatened, his hand squeezing your throat, spots forming in your vision. “Want you to cum for me, cum so hard. You’re mine now bunny, all mine.” He growled and kisses you deeply. He thrusted his hips up harder and faster, and your mind went blank with nothing but pleasure. “You needed this bunny. Needed Daddy to take you, make you his. Gunna look so pretty on my arm. My perfect little angel.” He murmured. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and moved you faster.
“Fuck your pussy is so perfect babygirl. Gunna fuck you every damn day everywhere I can. Gunna have you cum all over my tongue. I can’t wait to taste you bunny. You getting close, bunny?” Words failed you at the moment. The best you could do was nod with a whine as your climax got closer and closer.
“You must be close if I fucked you so stupid you can talk. My whiny needy baby. Can feel your pussy squeezing the life outta my dick. I want you to cum for me, bunny. Cum and show me who you belong to.” A few more thrusts and you did as he told you.
Your eyes screwed shut and you saw stars as you rode him through your orgasm. And as you bounced up and down, you felt him cumming in you, filling you up, just like he promised. You slowed to a halt before collapsing against his chest. Both of you were breathing heavy and the warm spring air felt even hotter. Lee’s big strong arms wrapped around you and softly rubbed your back. The tenderness of the gesture shocked you and you looked up at him.
“Lee
 did you
did you really mean all that? Wanting me to be yours, on your arm and everything?” you asked, scared that this hot passionate moment would be nothing more. He smirked. “Depends what you mean, sweetheart. All that nice stuff about being my girl? Or that stuff ‘bout being my little fuckbunny?” You stammered a moment, your mind still in a post orgasmic haze. But Lee only chuckled and placed a kiss to your forehead.
“Course I meant it darling. You’re all mine now. Mine to cherish
and mine to fuck.” He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. “And I definitely meant it when I told you to call me Daddy.” He added in a growl. “Now we’re going to go back in there, and I’m going to go in there and tell your folks about your brand-new job as my little secretary. We’ll give it a month or so, and we’ll get hitched. Especially before you start to show.” He ended that with a wink and you felt your face heat up. You’d never given much thought to children. But Lee seemed a good enough man as any to have them.
“But you gotta promise to be my good little bunny, okay? Especially gotta bake me some of that delicious apple crisp, okay sugar?” He added with a wink.
“Yes daddy.” You smiled back, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. But a sense of relief and comfort washed over you.
The two of you adjusted and straightened yourselves. You both took a hit from the cigarette before making your way back inside.
“Sorry about that, folks.” Lee spoke up. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“Not to worry, Lee.” Your mother responded before pausing. “(y/n) were you smoking? You told me you quit.” But before you could stammer an excuse, Lee spoke up again.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mrs. (y/l/n), that was me. I quit drinking a while back but took up smoking. I’ve been trying to cut down though. Guess (y/n) must’ve caught a bit of me while we were outside talking.”
“Oh, what’d you two talk about?” your father asked.
“Well, I’m happy to announce I have some news. Our secretary Gertrude is retiring next month to be with her grandkids. But I’d like to announce I also just offered your daughter a job. She’ll be moving back home.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” your mother cried, standing up to hug you tight. Your father shook Lee’s hand in congratulations.
As your mother hugged you, she whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” And those words solidified the decision in your mind. Everyone sat back down and brunch continued.
Under the table, Lee took your hand and gave it a squeeze. And you found yourself squeezing back.
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alltheficsiwant · 2 years ago
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Main Masterlist
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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FOR TAGLIST: Please make sure to follow me and message me through my ASK if you want to be included. :D Thankieee!
Legends:
đŸ€— - Fluff
💔 - Angst
đŸ–€ - Dark Themes Involved
đŸŒ¶ - Smut/Lemon
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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😍JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES / BUCKY BARNES
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🎾 EDDIE MUNSON
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➡ Same Old Hawkins, Or Not? (Eddie Munson x Harrington!F!reader) đŸ€—đŸ’”đŸ–€ [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. 
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, it’s nothing to do with her small crush on a certain fellow senior. A metal head who is always up to no good. It’s really about saving the town she is starting to love again, yes?
➡ Here We Go Again (Sequel to Same Old Hawkins, Or Not?) đŸ€—đŸ’”đŸ–€ [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 Jaeger’s Auto shop while Steve continues to work at Scoop’s 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) đŸŒ¶đŸ€—đŸ’” In Progress.... [Writing parts]
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➡ Mind Palace : Lee Bodecker đŸ–€đŸ’” 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]
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💑DRACO MALFOY / HERMIONE GRANGER
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➡Untitled Dramione đŸ€—đŸ’” In Progress... [Set still in HP Universe but altered. Already four parts in.]
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likeahorribledream · 3 years ago
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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, you’d 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 ‘’progressive’’ he was. Like having women being men’s equals was progressive instead of just being you know, way overdue. What made you decide to take it was the promotion it’d 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 that’s really what convinced you to say yes.
You went in with an open mind. You pretended not to know about Lee’s reputation and just started from scratch.
Knockemstiff was the kind of town that hadn’t 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 isn’t 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 weren’t allowed to be on your own. You had to ride along with Lee every shift and his jolly attitude didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.
‘’Sheriff! Enough!’’ 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.
‘’Look. I know you’re not thrilled to be working with a woman, but I’m here and I don’t plan on going anywhere. It’s not like I just came out of the academy, I’ve been doing this for years. I love my job and I’m damn good at it and if you stopped treating me and talking to me like I’m the biggest idiot you’ve ever come across, you would know that. So, quit being disrespectful and teach me things I don’t know for a change.’’
You had looked him in the eyes the whole time and your voice hadn’t wavered a single time because of your anger. You didn’t show him any sign of weakness.
‘’Damn, sweetheart-’’
You glared at him.
‘’Deputy.’’ He corrected himself. ‘’How long have you been holding all of this in?’’ He chuckled.
‘’I’ve been here two weeks so
 Two weeks.’’
He shaked his head. ‘’You’re a deputy now. You gotta speak up. You don’t take shit from anyone, including me. If you want people to respect you, you can’t let them walk all over you.’’
You nodded, agreeing. ‘’That why you’re such an asshole?’’
He laughed. ‘’I think it’s mostly pure talent but yes, a part of it is because I need people to respect me.’’
The rest of your shift went by a lot smoother than all the other shifts you’ve 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 hadn’t forgotten anything.
‘’Your shift over?’’ Lee asked from behind you.
‘’Yes, sir.’’ You turned and smiled at him, making him smile back.
He looked at your ‘’civvies’’ clothes. ‘’Goin’ on a date?’’
You looked down at yourself and laughed. ‘’No.’’
‘’Then why are you wearing a dress?’’ His brows furrowed, confused.
‘’Because it’s hot outside and I like wearing them.’’ You shrugged.
‘’No plans then?’’
You shook your head.
‘’Let me take you to dinner then, I can show you around town.’’ He grabbed his leather jacket from the hook next to his office’s door.
‘’That’s very kind of you, Sheriff. But you don’t have to, I’m sure you have much better things to do than spending time with your deputy on a Friday night.’’
He quirked a brow. ‘’Sweetheart, you’ve been here a month. When’s the last time you saw me do somethin’ I didn’t wanna do?’’
He was not wrong. ‘’Point taken.’’
‘’Unless you don’t wanna go?’’
‘’No, no.’’ You said quickly. ‘’I’d love to.’’ You smiled.
‘’Let’s go then.’’
He took you to the diner you kept hearing about but hadn’t come around to trying.
‘’Sheriff.’’ The waitress greeted him with a polite nod. ‘’Deputy.’’ She smiled at you. ‘’Usual spot?’’ She asked Lee.
‘’Yes.’’
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.
‘’You come here often?’’
‘’Whenever I’m too lazy to cook.’’ He took the menu in front of him.
‘’Which is
?’’ You took yours and began looking at all the choices.
‘’All the time.’’ He smirked.
You laughed and it made him smile.
‘’So, what do I need to avoid?’’ You looked over your menu, to Lee.
‘’Anythin’ with chicken.’’
You nodded.
The waitress from earlier came back, notepad and pencil in hand.
‘’Ready to order?’’
Lee looked at you and you nodded.
‘’I’ll take the soup and grilled cheese sandwich, with a pepsi.’’ He said to the waitress, handing her his menu.
She took it and wrote everything down, then turned to you.
‘’What about you sweetheart?’’
‘’Bacon cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake, please.’’ She smiled at you and nodded, taking your menu and walked away to the kitchen.
Lee stared at you.
‘’What?’’ You frowned.
‘’Where the hell are you goin’ to put all of that?’’
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.
‘’Excuse me.’’ You pointed at the fry he was chewing on. ‘’Aren’t you the Sheriff of this town? You should know that stealing is bad.’’
He finished chewing on his fry and smiled, amused. ‘’Who’s goin’ to arrest me?’’
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.
‘’Lee!’’ You tried scowling him but failed miserably as you were laughing.
‘’Just want to make sure they’re not poisoned or somethin’.’’
‘’Oh, I’m sure you’re eating my fries as a selfless act to save my life.’’ You took a sip of your milkshake.
‘’Exactly.’’ 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 shouldn’t 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 didn’t take long for the town to gossip about the Sheriff and the Deputy, rumors floating around that you were both dating and honestly you couldn’t blame them because that’s 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 weren’t dates, but if he ever wanted to make dates you wouldn’t 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. That’s 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.
‘’You’re not giving me a parking ticket, I hope.’’ You joked, making him laugh.
‘’I had never thought of it before, but thanks for the idea.’’
‘’Damn it.’’ You laughed together again. ‘’What are you doing here? I thought your shift ended hours ago. Did I forget to do something?’’
He grabbed your shoulders. ‘’You need to stop worrying like this all the time.’’
You shrugged. ‘’If I could stop, I would have a long time ago.’’
He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off your car. ‘’I had something to ask you, actually.’’
‘’Oh, sure. I’m listening.’’ You smiled.
‘’I wanted to know if you’d like to go out to dinner with me, tomorrow night?’’
You chuckled. ‘’Lee, we always go out to dinner on Friday nights. You don’t have to ask me, I’ll be there like every week.’’
He smiled and shook his head, biting his lower lip before speaking again. ‘’No, that’s not what I meant. I mean go on a date with me. Somewhere nicer than the diner.’’
‘’Oh!’’ Your eyes widened with surprise.
As he saw your reaction, Lee started panicking and thinking he had misread everything.
‘’I’d love to.’’ 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.
‘’You can say no, if you don’t want to. You don’t have to, y’know.’’ He quickly gave you an out, seeing your reaction at his question.
‘’When’s the last time you saw me do somethin’ I didn’t wanna do?’’ You mimicked his southern accent as you repeated the same answer he had given you the first time he took you to the diner.
‘’Smartass.’’ He laughed softly.
‘’One of my many, many qualities. Thank you for noticing.’’ You sassed him, unlocking your door.
‘’Still wanna go on that date with me?’’ You chuckled and turned around to look at him.
‘’You know what? I just remembered I took an extra shift tomorrow night
’’
You squinted, not sure if he was being serious or not. Damn him and his excellent poker face.
‘’I honestly can’t tell whether you’re joking or not.’’
‘’I’m kiddin’ sweetheart.’’ He smiled reassuringly. ‘’I’ll pick you up after work, is 7 good for you?’’
You sighed, relieved. ‘’7 is great.’’
He grinned and took a few steps towards you to kiss your cheek, stepping back right after.
‘’I’ll see you tomorrow.’’ He opened your door for you.
‘’Good night Sheriff.’’ You told him after sitting in the driver’s seat.
‘’Good night Deputy.’’ 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 he’ll be keeping until the next morning. He couldn’t come into work smiling, he had worked too hard on putting the fear of God in all of his officers. They couldn’t see him being soft.
He walked by your desk and noticed that your things were all there, except for you.
‘’Where’s my Deputy?’’ He asked, to no one in particular.
‘’A call came in like an hour ago, some drunks idiots who didn’t want to leave the bar.’’ One of his officers answered.
‘’Why the hell is she the one goin’ on a bar call? That’s what the newbies are for.’’
‘’Technically
 She was the newbie.’’
Lee took off his hat and pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘’Please don’t tell me you sent her on that call because she’s the last one to be hired.’’
No one said anything.
‘’Are you kiddin’ me?! She’s the fuckin’ Deputy. She has more hours on the jobs than any of you all idiots.’’ Lee’s face was turning red with anger.
‘’I want two officers relieving her and sending her back.’’ No one moved or volunteered. ‘’NOW!!’’ He yelled.
Suddenly everyone wanted to get out and leave but they didn’t 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.
Lee’s 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.
‘’What the hell happened?’’ 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.
‘’Some friends of theirs joined in between the call and us getting there. We were slightly outnumbered.’’ 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. ‘’We called for backup but they didn’t get there fast enough. Officers are bringing them in for processing.’’
Lee felt his stomach drop at your tone. He panicked when he saw you were hurt and being in full Sheriff mode, he didn’t 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.
‘’Will that be all, Sheriff?’’
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.
‘’Go back to work.’’ 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.
‘’It doesn’t look broken. It just needs to be set back. Want me to do it?’’ You offered and he nodded.
You stood up and gently placed your fingers on either side of his nose. ‘’I’m not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.’’
‘’Great.’’ He whispered through gritted teeth as he braced himself.
‘’Want me to count or
’’
‘’Just d- FUCK!!’’
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.
‘’There, put that on your nose. It’ll help with the swelling. You should go home.’’ You told him as you cleaned up the table. ‘’Want me to call someone to come pick you up?’’
‘’No it’s ok. I called my wife before you came in. She should be here any minute.’’
You nodded and turned to look at him. ‘’I’m really sorry you got hurt. This wasn’t supposed to be a hard call, otherwise I wouldn’t have made us go just the two of us.’’
You felt beyond guilty.
‘’It’s ok, Deputy. You couldn’t have known that there was going to be more of them. It’s part of the job.’’
‘’I know, but still.’’ You shrugged. ‘’I’m really sorry.’’
‘’Don’t apologize, thanks to you I now have a three-day weekend with my wife.’’
You laughed and winced, feeling your lip splitting again.
‘’Want me to help you?’’ He pointed to your own injuries.
‘’No, it’s fine. Don’t make your wife wait, I’ll be ok.’’
He stood up, holding the ice, and walked to the door.
‘’Have a great weekend, Patterson.’’
‘’You too, Deputy.’’ 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.
‘’Worse than a fucking rookie.’’ You mumbled to yourself.
Your lip wasn’t that bad, it stung but it barely opened but your cheek was bad. You couldn’t 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 Lee’s office and saw that both the door and the blinds were shut; which meant no one was to disturb him under any circumstances unless it’s 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.
‘’When Sheriff Bodecker comes out, if he asks, could you tell him I left for the day?’’
‘’Of course. Are you alright, Deputy?’’ She asked, clearly worried about you.
You nodded. ‘’I’m fine. I just need to get my cheek looked at by a doctor. If there’s anything, you can call my cell.’’
‘’Keep us updated!’’ 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 weren’t there, but this time your things were gone too.
He walked quickly to the front desk. ‘’Where is she?’’
The girl looked up from what she was writing. ‘’She left for the day.’’
‘’What do you mean she left for the day?’’
‘’That’s what she said. Her cheek looked real bad and she went to the hospital.’’
‘’Why the hell did no one tell me?’’
‘’Well, your door and blinds were shut
 You said never to bother you unless it’s life and death.’’ She answered.
‘’How long ago was that?’’
The girl looked down at her computer to see what time it was and back up to the Sheriff. ‘’A little over two hours ago.’’
Lee slammed his fist on the counter, making everyone jump. His jaw clenched and he breathed loudly from his nose, clearly upset.
‘’I’m going out to lunch.’’ He said, barely unclenching his jaw. ‘’Call me if you need me.’’
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 hadn’t 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 couldn’t 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.
‘’You can lay down if you want.’’ The nurse told you. ‘’It’s going to be a little while before we have the results.’’
‘’Thank you.’’
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 didn’t take long before you fell asleep.
Lee was rushing to the hospital, all the way inside to the front desk.
‘’What room is the Deputy in?’’
‘’What’s the name of the patient?’’ She asked, typing on her computer.
‘’Are you kiddin’ 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.
‘’Room 203. Take the elevator to the second floor and turn right, third door.’’
‘’Thanks.’’
No matter how many times he pushed the damn button, the elevator wasn’t 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.
‘’Come in.’’ You said, sitting up.
The door opened and the last person you thought would visit you entered.
‘’Hey, sweetheart.’’ He said hesitantly. ‘’I tried to call, but I kept getting your voicemail.’’
‘’Oh.’’ You looked down to your bag. ‘’They took me for x-rays and I had to leave it here. I forgot to check it when I was done.’’ You looked back to him as you spoke. ‘’Do you need me to come back to work? Of course, you do. You’re two people short on a Friday. I shouldn’t have left, I’m sorry.’’
You got out of bed and gathered your uniform and your boots. ‘’I just need to change.’’
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.
‘’No, no.’’ He stopped you, putting his hands on yours. ‘’That’s not why I’m here. I wanted to make sure you were alright. I came as soon as I heard you left.’’ 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. ‘’C’mon.’’ He pointed to the bed. ‘’Back to bed.’’
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.
‘’How bad is it?’’ He asked as you felt his thumb hovering just below the swelling.
‘’I don’t know yet. I’m waiting on the results but the nurse said it could take a while.’’
He let go of your face and took your hand in his. ‘’I’m sorry I yelled at you.’’
He kept his eyes down, looking only at your hand as his thumb rubbed the back of it. ‘’I was already pissed off when you walked in, and I panicked when I saw that you were hurt. I didn’t mean to yell.’’ He sighed. ‘’I was mad that you got hurt on a call you shouldn’t even have been on in the first place.’’
‘’Lee. It’s part of the job, those things happen. I got off easy compared to Patterson. Today wasn’t the first time I got hurt and I’m gonna get hurt again. If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else from the station.’’
‘’I would have preferred any one of those assholes getting their ass kicked instead of you.’’ He mumbled.
You chuckled. ‘’I’m fine Lee, I promise. I’ll just need to find a dress that matches my bruise for tonight.’’
His eyes snapped up, looking directly at you this time.
‘’You still wanna go out with me?’’
‘’I’m not going to be mad at you for being scared and reacting the way you did. You apologized, you seem sincere and that’s more than enough for me.’’ You shrugged. ‘’Though I understand if you want to wait a week or two.’’ You moved your hand around over your injured cheek.
‘’No way. We’re going. Gotta show off how badass my Deputy is.’’
‘’You do know I got my ass kicked, right?’’ You laughed softly, trying not to move your face too much.
‘’They don’t know that.’’
Your conversation got cut short as the nurse knocked on the door.
‘’Come in.’’
She opened the door and walked in, stopping when she saw Lee.
‘’Sheriff.’’ She greeted him. ‘’I’m sorry Deputy, I didn’t know you had a visitor. I can come back later.’’
You shook your head. ‘’No, it’s ok.’’
She walked closer to your bed. ‘’The doctor got pulled away, but he gave me the results of your x-rays and I thought you’d like to have them sooner rather than later.’’
‘’You’d be right.’’ You gave her a small smile.
She looked at Lee, then you. Silently asking if she could continue.
‘’It’s ok. He can stay, I don’t mind.’’
She nodded and took out the x-rays. She held them up to the light and pointed out something to you. ‘’Good news is that nothing is broken.’’
‘’And bad news?’’ You looked at the image, then the nurse.
‘’Though it’s not broken, it is cracked. It’ll 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 won’t clear you for duty and you’ll have to either stay home or work from your desk.’’
You groaned and let your head fall back, looking at the ceiling. ‘’You gotta be kidding me.’’ You sighed and looked back up. ‘’It’s just a cheek, it’s not like I need it for work.’’
She nodded. ‘’I know it’s frustrating, but if someone hit you hard enough to crack your cheekbone it means you’ve got a major blow to the head.’’
She gave you the prescription and held out the paperwork that said you couldn’t work for a couple of weeks.
‘’I’m not sure who I should give this to.’’
She looked between you and Lee. You pointed to the trash next to the door.
‘’I won’t tell if you won’t.’’
Lee took the papers from her. ‘’I got it. Thanks.’’
‘’You’re free to go. Take care of yourself, Deputy.’’ She smiled once last time and walked out.
You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed. ‘’I can’t believe this.’’
‘’It’s not that bad.’’ Lee tried reassuring you.
‘’How the hell are officers going to respect me if I get punched once and I’m out for two weeks?’’ You shook your head. ‘’As if this couldn’t get more embarrassing.’’
You threw the covers at the end of the bed and got up. You walked over to the chair and grabbed your clothes.
‘’There’s nothin’ embarrassin’ about gettin’ hurt on the job.’’ Lee watched you move around the room.
‘’Yeah, right.’’ You stepped into the small bathroom connected to your room and held the door with one hand. ‘’Easy to say when you’re not the only woman with a badge. Y’all already think I’m weak just for being a girl, this sure as hell ain’t gonna help.’’
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.
‘’Look sweetheart, maybe at first we weren’t thrilled about havin’ a girl on the team but now everybody loves you and respects you. It ain’t 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 won’t even see the next two weeks go by.’’ He chuckled.
You sighed, knowing he was probably right but you were still frustrated. ‘’I’m sorry, I’m just in a shitty mood.’’ You stood back up. ‘’I’ll just go home and I’ll see you later, ok?’’
He nodded and held you back before you could leave. ‘’This probably ain’t gonna help but, until you get cleared for duty I’m gonna need your gun and badge. I’m sorry.’’
‘’This day just keeps getting better and better.’’ You mumbled under your breath.
You took off your badge and gun holster, then gave them both to Lee.
‘’I know sweetheart, I’m sorry.’’ He felt bad for doing this, but he had no choice.
‘’It’s ok. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for being an asshole today.’’
‘’Just today?’’
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.
‘’You’re the worst.’’ You bit down on your lip, trying to hide your smile.
‘’As an officer of the law, you shouldn’t be lyin’.’’
He followed you out of the room and to the elevator.
‘’Says the man who keeps stealing my damn fries.’’ You pushed the down button.
‘’I’m the Sheriff, I do whatever I want.’’ He shrugged, a smug smile on his face.
You rode down the elevator together and both walked to the parking lot.
‘’Are you sure you still want to go out tonight?’’ He asked you before you could reach your car.
‘’Yes, I’m sure.’’
‘’Promised?’’
‘’Promised.’’
He grinned. ‘’I’ll see you later then.’’
‘’Yes. Don’t be late, Sheriff.’’ You smiled and sat in your car, more than happy to finally go home.
That was the first day of dating Lee. Thankfully, it hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 weren’t 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.
You’d 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 Lee’s house. You knocked on the door and walked in, as he had told you to do over and over again.
‘’Lee?’’ 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.
‘’Lee?’’ You said softly.
‘’What?!’’ 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. ‘’Nothing. I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.’’
You turned around and walked down the stairs.
Lee felt like an asshole every time he snapped at you. He honestly doesn’t know why you’re 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.
He’d take the time to calm down, then he’d join you downstairs once he’s sure he won’t 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.
‘’Wait!’’
You had almost reached your car when you heard him. You turned around and sighed. ‘’Wait for what? You need to scream at me some more?’’
He shook his head and finally stopped running once he was standing in front of you. ‘’I’m sorry baby. I keep lettin’ out my anger on you, and you don’t deserve it.’’
He cupped your cheeks in his hands and leaned down to press his forehead to yours. ‘’I understand if you still want to leave, but I just didn’t want you to think you did somethin’ wrong. It’s all me. I’m bein’ an asshole because I’m stressed out. It’s no excuse, but the election’s almost over. Just hold on a little longer, please?’’
‘’I swear to God, Lee Bodecker, next time you snap at me I’m leaving for good.’’
‘’There won’t be a next time, I promise.’’ 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. ‘’Wanna have dinner with me?’’
‘’Depends on what you’re making.’’
‘’Your favorite.’’
‘’You got yourself a deal, Sheriff.’’ 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 you’d be facing him as he cooked.
‘’Sit that cute lil’ ass of yours here and tell me about your day.’’
You chuckled and sat down. He stood in front of you and gently tilted your head back, leaning down to be at your level.
‘’Can I get a kiss?’’
‘’Mh. I don’t know. Can you?’’
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 that’s 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, it’s his favorite thing to do. He slowly pulled away, even though he didn’t want to.
‘’Hi, baby.’’ He whispered with a smile.
‘’Hi, bub.’’ You whispered back with the same smile he had.
He pressed a few more quick kisses to your lips and stood back up.
‘’You’re an angel, you know that?’’
‘’I have to be, for putting up with your grumpy ass.’’ You smirked.
‘’You sure know how to make a man swoon. With that kinda talk, who could resist?’’ He teased, stroking your jaw with his thumb as he kept your head tilted back.
‘’Got ya, didn’t I?’’ You poked his belly playfully.
He laughed and nodded. ‘’That you did, baby. That you did.’’
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, you’d 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. He’d cook and laugh at what you said and you’d 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 he’d text you in the afternoon to tell you he was in a very bad mood and it’d be best if you didn’t 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 you’d 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.
‘’Good morning, baby.’’ 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 didn’t know if it’s because he was making up for lost time or just because he was very happy but either way you weren’t complaining.
‘’Good morning.’’ You smiled and instantly tilted your head to the side to give him more space.
‘’How much time do we have before we have to leave?’’ He asked between two kisses.
You looked at your phone. ‘’A little more than an hour.’’
‘’We have plenty of time, then.’’
‘’Time for what?’’
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.
‘’Lee, come on.’’ You laughed. ‘’We don’t have time for that.’’
His lips found your neck again, but this time on the other side. ‘’I’ll be quick, baby.’’
‘’Lee.’’ You groaned, trying to get from under him.
‘’That’s the spirit.’’ He said when you groaned his name.
He smiled against the skin of your throat. You rolled your eyes and laughed. You didn’t 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 didn’t 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, you’d 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 you’d work the entire afternoon until late at night so you decided to stop by Lee’s on the way to the station otherwise you wouldn’t see him at all that day.
You knocked on the door and walked in. ‘’Lee?’’ You closed the door behind you.
Lee came to greet you at the door, a big smile on his face. ‘’Hey baby. How’s the cheek?’’
‘’100% healed. Finally!’’
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 couldn’t help but grin.
‘’What was that for?’’ You chuckled.
‘’Just ‘cause.’’ He smiled. ‘’I missed my girl, that’s all.’’
You hadn’t slept at his house the night before, you didn’t 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.
‘’Let’s go sit in the kitchen, I got something to tell you.’’
He looked down at you and chuckled. ‘’Why would I want to go sit in the kitchen when I can stay right here with you?’’
‘’Come on.’’ You took his hand in yours. ‘’Let’s go sit down.’’
He frowned and took a few steps back, letting go of your waist and your hand at the same time.
‘’What’s wrong?’’
You sighed. ‘’Nothing’s wrong. I just want to go sit.’’
He shook his head and crossed his arms. ‘’I’m not sitting down. You can tell me right here.’’
‘’Lee-’’
He glared at you, a sign that he wasn’t going to change his mind.
‘’I’m pregnant.’’
Lee stared at you, no emotions on his face or in his eyes.
‘’What do you mean you’re pregnant?’’
‘’It means I’m going to have your baby.’’
His jaw clenched, unamused by your sass.
‘’How is that possible? We haven’t even been together for more than a year.’’
‘’That’s not how it works, Lee. Biology doesn’t really care about our relationship’s timeline.’’
You were so sure he was going to be happy, but now you felt like you had just burst your happy, loving bubble you’ve been living in for the past few months.
Lee’s mind was racing. A baby? His baby? He was going to be a dad. Him. Lee Bodecker. A dad. He isn’t good enough to be a dad. Hell, he’s barely good enough to be a boyfriend but now a dad? He was going to fucked that kid’s life up, like his old man did with him. Bodecker men weren’t good fathers, it was a known fact.
His mind hadn’t completely caught up with his mouth and what came out next wasn’t what he really wanted to say.
‘’Get out.’’ He said coldly.
‘’Wh- What?’’
‘’Get. Out.’’ He repeated. ‘’Keep it or get rid of it, I don’t care. Just leave.’’
Your vision blurred with tears and you’re sure you could hear the sound of your heart shattering.
‘’I know this is big, but we love each other. I know we do. It’s scary but we can do it.’’
You shook his head and scoffed. ‘’I don’t love you. I was just using you to get people to vote for me.’’
‘’That’s not true! Why are you saying all of this?’’ Tears were falling down your cheeks.
You were utterly broken.
‘’It is true. Everyone liked you and I knew I couldn’t win without you. If people saw you with me, then they’d think I’m a good guy and they’d vote for me. Which, they did.’’
Lee wanted to stop talking. He needed to stop talking, but it’s like he had lost complete control over his own body. In a way, he knew that’s what he needed to do. You deserved so much better than him, you and your baby. He had to push you away because you wouldn’t have left on your own. Every tear that rolled down your cheeks broke his heart, but he couldn’t 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.
It’s like something flipped inside of you and suddenly you felt very calm. You wiped your cheeks with the sleeves of your uniform.
‘’People 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 you’re doing right now whether you’re lying or telling the truth, you broke me. I’m going to leave now. I have to go to work. Consider this my two week’s notice. I’d 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 you’re happy.’’
You took off the key to his house from your keychain and threw it at his feet.
‘’We could have been happy together.’’ You walked to the front door and opened it. ‘’Take care of yourself, Lee.’’ You walked out and closed his door once last time. You sat in your cruiser and drove away.
You felt numb. Completely numb. You weren’t 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 dispatcher’s voice coming through.
‘’Any available units downtown?’’
You answered. ‘’I’m downtown. Where d’you need me?’’
The dispatcher gave you an address, officers asked for back up. You speed up and get there in a few minutes.
‘’Dispatcher, mark me as on scene.’’
‘’You got it, Deputy.’’
You slowly got out of your car and walked over to the officers already there.
‘’What’s going on?’’ You asked them.
‘’We’re not sure, yet. We just had a bad feeling about this.’’
You nodded and looked around.
‘’Who called this in?’’
‘’We don’t know either. Someone just requested the police here but there’s nothing.’’
You kept looking around, then something shiny caught your attention.
‘’Gun!’’ 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.
‘’Dispatcher 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.’’
‘’All available units downtown. I repeat all available units down. Armed suspects, extremely dangerous. Proceed with caution.’’
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.
‘’We need to move away from here. They know where we are and they can move in on us any time. We’re going to move over there.’’ You pointed to the building right around the corner a few feet away. ‘’We’re 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.’’
‘’You don’t have to do this.’’ One of the officers said.
‘’I’m the Deputy. It’s my responsibility to make sure you get home safe and sound.’’
You looked over the car you were hiding behind. ‘’They’re reloading. Now’s the time. Just make a run for it, stay low and everything is going to be ok!’’
You looked at them. ‘’Now. Go.’’
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 couldn’t turn around to look, you needed to keep shooting.
‘’We got an officer down. We need a medic NOW!’’ You heard one of the officers yell to the dispatcher.
‘’What’s going on?’’ You asked.
‘’One of us got hit, it’s pretty bad.’’
‘’Can you move him?’’
‘’No.’’
‘’Ok. I need two of you to stay behind and the rest get the hell out of here.’’ 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 wasn’t even 1pm and you were already emotionally and physically exhausted. Your body just couldn’t keep up.
‘’Careful, Deputy.’’ The officer who caught you said as he sat down on the ground with you.
‘’I’m sorry.’’ You looked at the injured officer, feeling completely powerless. Nothing you could do or say could bring him back. ‘’I’m so sorry.’’ You started crying.
‘’It’s ok. It’s all gonna be ok.’’ 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 weren’t any more shooters.
‘’I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off. I’m freezing.’’ You shivered.
‘’That’s the shock.’’
‘’You’re probably right.’’ 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.
‘’Sorry.’’ You said.
You felt something wet inside your hand and lifted it back up to look at it. It was covered in blood.
‘’Whose blood is this?’’ You looked around. ‘’Is someone else hurt?’’
No one said anything.
‘’Deputy. You’re in shock and that’s probably why you can’t feel it, but you’ve been shot.’’ The officer behind you said, calmly trying not to make you panic.
‘’What?’’ 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.
‘’Medics are on the way, Deputy. You just gotta hang on.’’
‘’Someone needs to call the Sheriff. NOW.’’ He mouthed to the others.
He didn’t 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 didn’t seem to stop the bleeding.
‘’Deputy, I’m gonna lay you down, ok?’’
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 it’d be enough.
Dispatchers were the one who finally managed to reach Lee. He kept sending calls to voicemail, hoping that maybe you’d 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 couldn’t avoid the outside world anymore.
‘’Sheriff, there was a shooting downtown. We need you on the scene ASAP.’’
Everyone agreed that it was best not to tell Lee that you had gotten shot until he arrived.
‘’Where’s Lee?’’ You asked, looking up at the man who’s been working hard to keep you alive.
‘’He’s on his way. Just hang on, ok?’’ He smiled.
‘’M’kay.’’ 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.
‘’No pulse, starting CPR.’’ One of them said.
The other one stopped him and shook his head. ‘’She lost too much blood. There’s nothing we can do.’’
They called time of death a couple minutes before Lee arrived.
He rushed out of his car. He couldn’t 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.
‘’Shit.’’ 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.
‘’No, no, no, no.’’ He ran to you and dropped to his knees, not caring about getting blood on him. ‘’Is she ok? Is she gonna be ok?’’ He looked at the medics. ‘’Why aren’t you doing anything?’’
‘’I’m sorry, Sheriff. She passed away 5 minutes ago. There was nothing we could have done. She lost too much blood.’’
‘’No.’’ He shook his head and put his hands on each side of your face. ‘’Baby, you gotta wake up. C’mon.’’
He shook you a little. ‘’Wake up, baby. Please.’’ 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 wouldn’t hear them.
‘’Please.’’ 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.
‘’I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you died thinking I didn’t love you.’’ He closed his eyes. ‘’I love you. I will always love you.’’
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 couldn’t pull their eyes away. Some people walked away, crying.
‘’You would have made the best mama.’’ He smiled through the tears, as if you could see him and he didn’t want you to see him sad.
He kissed your lips, then your forehead. ‘’I love you baby. Both of my babies.’’
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 wasn’t scared anymore, he wasn’t 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.
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buckyownsmylife · 3 years ago
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Hi, hi, Eyre! Here I am, doing my request for your follower celebration. (:
😈 - 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...
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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. “Yeah, he comes into the library almost every day.”
And at that piece of information, Lee’s world seemed to swirl around him.
“Do you... Do you like him?” He forced himself to ask, not really knowing what sort of answer he expected to hear.
“Yeah.” You shrugged, like it was no big deal. “He’s nice.”
Bitter jealousy burned on the bottom of Lee’s stomach as he gripped the counter, trying not to grind his teeth and warn you of his predicament. He didn’t want you to know just how out of control he was when it came to you.
But he also didn’t 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 didn’t say anything about it.
That night, when you fell asleep by his side, Lee couldn’t 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 wasn’t for the lack of sleep - although that certainly didn’t help. He just couldn’t 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 Andy’s car was not that far from his.
Rage took over him, then. Looking back on it later, he’d 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 that’s 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 - he’d 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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:  2.9k
Warnings:  MAJOR TW:  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.
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“DADDY!  DADDY!”
“Shh,” Em cooed, her hand stroking along the jaw of her youngest and under his chin, “you have to be quiet Taylor.  We’re surprising daddy, remember?”
Sadie smiled at her mother as she held the other triplets, Sandy and Samantha’s hands, “this is going to be so awesome, mom!”
“We got the cake!” little Lee giggled, looking towards his older sister Emma who was holding it, “me and Emma!  We got it!  You guys got your stuff?”
“Nathaniel?  Ryder? Darren?” 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. 
“Mrs. Bodecker, you’re early!” his assistant Nancy laughed, the older lady shaking her head at the Bodecker clan, “and the nanny?  She’s not with you today?”
“I gave her the day off,” Em smiled, “We wanted to surprise Lee
just the family.  You said he finished his last meeting early
is he free?”
“He did,” she smiled softly, “you’re sure picking a heck of a day to tell him the news!”
“Double digits, Nancy,” Em replied, the pride in her stomach growing as her free hand went to the non-existent baby bump, “we always wanted a big family!  And you know Lee
apparently not even a vasectomy can stop a Bodecker
”
“Add that baby in, and your brood is a baker’s dozen!”
“Nancy, what is all this commot-“
“SURPRISE!”
Lee nearly jumped out of his skin as his children chorused their surprise attack on him.
“HAPPY FARTHER’S DAY, DADDY!” 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. 
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. 
“EMMA NO!” Lee squealed as he dropped to his knees to start scooping the cake into the box.
“Surprise,” Em laughed, unable to be mad at her silly family and attempt to surprise her husband, “we uh-came by to surprise you on father’s day, sweetie
”
“DADDY!” Taylor exclaimed, reaching out to his father.  Lee smiled, his heart swelling at the well-meaning attempt from his family. 
“Is this all for me?”
“That’s not all, Mr. Mayor,” Em said sweetly.  She bit her lip and looked down to her stomach.  Her hands cradled the non-existent bump, “we-we’re pregnant again, Lee.”
“Oh sweetpea!” the older man cooed, his heart swelling even more, “wait
what about-“
“Guess you were right when you thought it didn’t take,” Em said bashfully, looking at her husband, “we’re gonna have another baby, Lee
”
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“Wh-what is all this?”
Sam couldn’t help the smile that all but lit up his face.  Both his daughter and his girlfriend looked up from their spots in the kitchen.  Kaya’s eyes went wide, “NO DADDY!  GO BACK TO BED!”
“Kaya,” Nia playfully admonished as she wiped some of the flour from her daughter’s cheek, “don’t speak to your father like that!”
“But mommy, we’re not done with the food!”
“The food?” Sam asked playfully, coming into the kitchen.  He scooped his seven-year-old up and balanced her on his hip, “you guys making me breakfast for father’s day?”
“Cake actually,” Nia smiled, “your favorite too!”
“Cake for breakfast?  And from my two favorite girls?”
“We wanted to surprise you, daddy!”
“Well mission accomplished, little bird!”
Kaya smiled once more, her features reflecting that of her fathers.  She looked back to her mother, “mommy where’s daddy’s card?”
“On the counter, baby
”
“Daddy, me and mommy made you a card.”
“Oh, did you?”
“Mommy, get the card!”
“I’m getting it,” 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, “happy Father’s Day, daddy!”
“Don’t go starting up with that language, now,” Sam teased as he took the card.  She shot him a wink and he playfully smacked her ass, “go ahead, keep teasing me
I’ll show you exactly what daddy can do.”
“Ohhh mommmyyyyy,” Kaya cooed, “daddy’s gonna spank you if you’re bad
you better be good.”
“Don’t you worry, baby bird,” Sam chuckled as he ruffled his daughter’s hair, “mommy will get her spanking at the end of the day, after you go to bed.”
Nia’s eyes went wide, “Sam!”
“Ohhhh, mommy, you’re in trouble!” Kaya giggled.
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“Alright, all we have to do is make sure it’s gone by the time mommy gets home, right bud?”
The six-year-old carbon copy of himself with his own namesake smiled at him, “mommy’s gonna kick your butt, daddy.”
Jake frowned at his son, “you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“No way you’re roping Jake in,” Evie said with a smirk as she looked at her adopted father.  She held out a popsicle and looked to her youngest sibling, “come on Jake
Tyler’s getting your xbox set up for you
we’ll let you play with us while dad gets his butt kicked by mom.”
Jake turned to his seven-year-old, “Layla
you won’t rat daddy out or leave him, will you?”
“You’re silly daddy
”
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, “my sweet girl
.”  
She grabbed his hand and gave him a bright smile, “You’re on your own though
sissy and bubba are right.  Momma is gonna whoop you
”
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. 
“Let’s just call someone
”
“I’m not spending our hard-earned money on some issue with the dishwasher,” Jake all but scoffed as he rushed his wife, “Maddie, we’ve got four kids
all of them could learn a thing or two from washing dishes in the sink for a day or two while I figure it out.”
“Awww, baby,” she laughed sweetly.  Her hands cradled his face as she pressed a firm, but loving kiss to his lips, “it’s so sweet that you think you can fix the dishwasher
you may be some government tech wizard, but you know nothing about fixing home appliances.”
“What are you talking about?” Jake scoffed, “I can fix anything, even a dishwasher.”
“Baby, you’re so cute when you think you can be a handy man
”
“You know what happens when you turn into a little brat, Maddie
I have no problem bending you over this counter!” Jake teased. 
“You’re cute,” she giggled, her hand reaching out to stroke her husband’s cheek.  She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “but call someone
you can’t fix the dishwasher.”  
She took a step back and Jake’s brow furrowed, “wh-what do you mean, cute?  I’m in the military.  I’m part of an elite force of men!  I hack entire governments.  What makes you think I can’t fix a dishwasher?”
“Baby, I’ve met you,” Maddie chuckled, “I love you so much, but you are hopeless when it comes to fixing things around the house.  We both know it!”
“Name one instance.”
“The vents that go to Tyler’s room,” she smirked, referring to how the vent’s system had closed and Jake couldn’t get the little handle to open back up again, “or how about last week when there was a leak in the pool’s filtration system.”
Jake frowned, “those don’t count, Maddie
”
“Don’t they?”
“I’m off tomorrow
I’ll show you just how easy it is to fix that stupid thing.  And then you’ll eat your words.  Hell, I’ll even fix the vents and the pool
just to prove it to you how much of a handy man I am
then
when you see what a great job I’ve done, I’ll rechristen every one of those spots with you and I won’t stop until you’re screaming that I’m right.”
“I’ll tell you what, big guy
you make me eat my words, and tomorrow I’ll do that
and I’ll even give you an extra special Father’s Day treat and do that thing you like,” 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 he’d made her reenact all too many times, “I’ve still got that slutty slave Leia costume
”
“Deal!”
“Jensen, do you have any idea what time zone I’m in right now?”
“Clay
it’s an emergency
” Jake said quickly into the phone, “I need an expert.”
“Jesus
what’s going on kid?”
“I need someone who can fix a dishwasher before my wife comes home!” he said quickly, “I jus-hello?  Clay?  Clay?”
“What, did he hang up on you?”
“Yeah, he did,” Jake muttered as he pulled up a browser and searched for someone to fix the dishwasher as fast as possible, “he’s inconsiderate as hell. I jus-“
“Jake
he’s on his honeymoon
we literally were just at the reception a few days ago!”
“Yeah I-“ But Jake stopped talking when he realized that he was conversing with his wife.  He swallowed nervously as he looked at her, “He-hey baby
you’re home sooner than I thought
”
“Funny how that works,” she smirked, stepping into the kitchen, “looks like you didn’t fix the dishwasher
”
“Baby I can explain
”
“Explain it later,” she offered, dropping the shopping bags onto the table, “the kids are in the game room which means we’ll have at least twenty minutes to ourselves
”
“But I-“
“Are you going to argue, Mr. Jensen?” she teased as she looked over her shoulder, “or 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 want
”
“I-I still-you’ll still do it?” Jake asked, his breath catching in his throat.
“Let’s see if you can use the force and make me cum, young padawan!”
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“HE’S COMING!”
“Mrs. Barnes, you need to-“
“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, CHO!” Mel all but screamed as she felt the pressure in her stomach, “YOU’VE NEVER BIRTHED SUPER SOLDIER CHILDREN.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LI-AAAAAAA!”
“Breathe baby!” Bucky reminded his significant other as he rushed to her side, “remember the class.  Bre-“
“I HATE YOU!” she screamed through the contraction, “YOU DID THIS TO ME!  DAMN IT JAMES!  I HAAAAAAAAAA-“
“You’re doing so good!” Bucky tried.  He went to wipe the sweat from her brow, but she pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me!” she wailed, breaking into a sobbing fit, “I’m as big as an orca whale and I’m gross and sweaty!  You did this to me!  You put another one in me!
“You’re so beautiful, doll!” Bucky tried again, reaching for Mel one more time, “you’re so beautiful, and amazing, Melissa.  You’re such an amazing woman and mother!  Y-you can do this, baby.  I promise
just like all the other times!  You got this!”   
This time she didn’t fight him, instead, pulling him as close as she could, given the barrier of the hospital bed between them, “I can’t do this, James.  I can’t do this again!  What if he’s like Timothy
”
“He won’t be,” Bucky sighed, upset over the mention of the last child that she’d birthed a few years ago, which had been stillborn, “Monte is strong
he’ll be perfectly fine, I promise!  Every appointment was good
it-he’s not like Timothy, baby.  I promise!”
“I’m so afraid, Jamie!”
“It’ll be okay
right Doctor Cho?”
“The baby’s heart rate is speeding up!” She said calmly, “Bucky
I need you to let go of Melissa.”
Melissa shot up in her spot, her eyes wildly going to the man she loved, “something’s wrong?  Jamie, something can’t be wrong with him.  Mont-“
“We’ll be fine,” 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, “he-he’ll be fine.  You’ll be fine.  We-“
“Bucky, we need to take her in for emergency surgery!  This is progressing, but not in the way that we’d planned for!  You need to let your wife go, Sergeant Barnes!” Doctor Cho said quickly. 
He nodded, unable to find the words while a lump formed in his throat.
“Buck
” 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, “Cami has the kids at her place
we-we got them settled in but-I told her that I would come check on y-“
Steve didn’t 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 who’d been there for him through it all.
“What if he doesn’t make it, Steve?” Bucky asked brokenly, “wh-what if he doesn’t make it like the last one?  I know that we pretended Joey was ours
an-and that was wrong, but Cami said-oh god
I can’t lose another one, Steve
hi-his name is Montgomery
we named him after Monte
”
“Buck
”
“I can’t lose another child, Steve
”
“You won’t, Buck
”
“I can’t lose Monte
”
“You won’t, Buck
”
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“Come on
what do you guys look so sad about?  We’re having a good day, right?  We got up early.  I’m making us breakfast.  We’ll spend the whole day with each other.  It’ll be a great father’s day!”
Ashley looked up from her pancakes, before her eyes snapped back down.  Michael’s jaw tensed as he glared at his father.
“Come on guys, cheer up.  We-“
“We want mom.”
Andy took a heavy breath and he released a sigh, staring back at his son, “we’ve talked about this, bud
”
“Where is she?” his son asked, “y-you kicked her out
threw away all her stuff and then-“
“Michael, please
”
“We should be able to know where mom is,” he argued, “mom is-“
“STOP!”
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.
“DAMN IT!” Andy cursed, “are you happy with that?  You know that mentioning your mother upsets your sister and yet you go ahead and-“
“SHE’S MAD AT YOU FOR KICKING MOM OUT!” Michael argued, eyes tearing up as he faced off with his father, “YOU WON’T EVEN TELL US WHY YOU MADE MOM LEAVE.  SHE-“
“SHE’S A NO GOOD WHORE IS WHAT SHE IS!” Andy screamed at his eleven-year old, “you want to know what she did, fine!  YOUR MOTHER IS FUCKING OTHER MEN!  SHE’S RUNNING AROUND, KEEPING HER LEGS OPEN FOR ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO SLIP BETWEEN THEM!”
“M-mom wouldn’t do that
”
“Yeah,” he scoffed, “what makes you so sure, huh?”
“Mom’s not like Laurie
”
“Shut your mouth, Michael
”
“Dad, even Jacob-“
“Don’t you dare talk about your brother!”
“Why?” Michael asked, “because he’s like grandpa?  Because he-“
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. 
Jacob wailed in pain as he held his abdomen. 
On his way down he’d hit the table and hard. 
Off in the distance, he could hear sirens. 
His eyes went wide as he realized what he did, “Michael
Micha-“
“Get away from him!” the six year old screamed.  Andy looked up to the entryway where his daughter had stood. 
“Ash-Ashley
”Andy said nervously as he looked at his daughter who had his loaded handgun in her hands, “h-how did you get into daddy’s gun safe baby?  Wh-why do you have that?”
“I called the police daddy
” 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.
“Baby put the gun down
”
“No daddy!” Ashley said quickly, “we want mommy
”
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.
“THIS IS THE POLICE!  MR. BARBER OPEN THE DOOR!”
“HELP!” Michael wailed from his spot at his sister’s side, “MY DAD’S BEEN BEATING US SINCE HE KICKED OUR MOM OUT!  MY SISTER HAS HIM CORNERED IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE GUN!”
He coughed, some blood coming up as the police kicked in the door, “POLICE!  PUT THE GUN DOWN AND HANDS IN THE AIR!”
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, “I didn’t do anything!”
“He-he’s lying,” Michael coughed, lifting his shirt.  Andy grimaced when he saw the bruises on his son’s stomach, “h-he’s been hitting us for months since he made our mom leave
he-he hasn’t let us see her, and he made a judge pull custody from her.  Please
help us!”
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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years ago
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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: It’s been too long oh my goodness. 
Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.
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Lee didn’t care much before about holidays, but now with Valerie’s first Halloween right around the corner, he found himself spending any free time getting his house ready. For the past several weeks, he’d come home with his arms full of bags of decorations. Outside and inside were equally decorated, and soon enough Lee’s 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. 
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. 
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. 
“You should dress up with her,” you try to insist, picking her up out of her high chair after she finished her breakfast. 
“No, I don’t think I will,” he chuckles, leaving his empty coffee cup in the sink. 
“Come on. She would love it.”
“She won’t even remember,” he retorts. 
“If she could talk, she’d say something different,” you joke.
“She sort of talks,” he says, “we’re working on that, right Val?”
She babbles something incoherent. 
“She should be talking by now,” you frown, tucking some of her hair back. 
“She has her appointment today right? Talk to Dr. Hammond about it, but I’m sure she’s fine. She’s just a little behind, considering it all
 you know I think she’s gonna be good. Anyways, I gotta go.” 
“Okay, I’ll talk to her and see what she says.” 
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 Leeroy’s 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, he’s had no chance to keep up with his other obligations. 
“Hey Sheriff,” Benny says, knocking on his door and stepping into his office uninvited. Lee grits his teeth and tries his best to hide his annoyance. 
“What is it, Wilson?” he asks, clearly irritated but Benny doesn’t seem to notice. 
“The whole masquerade ball, costume party thing,” he begins, like Lee should know what he’s talking about, “the 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 didn’t know if anyone told you yet. You’ve been kinda cooped up in here and-”
“Thanks, Wilson.”
“Dates are mandatory too-”
“Good to know.”
“Judy needs the headcount by the end of the day-”
“Is that all, Wilson?”
“Oh, uh yeah.”
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 it’s not actually on Halloween night, but the night before. His plans with Valerie are salvaged. 
But he can’t think of anyone to ask except you. 
“Hi, we have a 10:45 appointment with Dr. Hammond. Valerie Henderson.” 
“Alright, just fill this out, and the nurse will come get you shortly.”
When called into the room, Valerie’s appointment goes fine, and Dr. Hammond is able to relieve many of your anxieties 
“Small children who undergo traumatic experiences can be delayed in some areas of development, like talking,” she explains, as she takes Valerie’s vitals. 
“Right now, she’s 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.”
“That would be amazing, thank you.”
“She looks better than she has in past appointments. She’s healthy and happy. She’ll 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.” 
“That’s such a relief.”
“Status 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 ‘mama’ or ‘dada.’ It’s 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.”
“Sounds like we’re on the right track.”
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. 
Valerie is situated in a high chair and the three of you are sitting in a corner booth on Julie’s lunch break. It feels nice, normal to be seeing them and it helps distract you from knowing in a few hours you’ll be seeing Lee. All this time passes, and you can’t help but feel the same way every time you look at him.
“She’s getting so big,” Steve says, letting Valerie hold his fingers while he uses his free hand to flip through the menu. 
“I know, it’s crazy,” you agree with a smile.
“How has it been with the Sheriff? You haven’t told me anything since that whole picnic ordeal happened,” Julie says and you can’t help but feel suddenly shy. 
“Uh, there isn’t much to tell,” you say with a shrug, trying to come off as indifferent. “That was more for Val than me anyways,” you chuckle. “I mean I see him when I show up for work in the morning and it’s small talk, and then I head out when he gets home. It’s nothing to tell really.”
“Sure,” she smirks, unconvinced. 
“What?” You ask, playing stupid. 
“You can tell us about it when you’re ready, but there’s definitely something going on with you two and you aren’t fooling me for a second.”
“You and Sheriff Bodecker?” Steve asks, coughing on his water slightly. You scoff and shake your head.
“Better off, if that’s the case,” Julie shrugs, “I don’t think you should get close to him more than you have to.”
“Why?”
“Did you forget everything?” Julie chuckles, “Looking at him with rose colored glasses, playing house
 You can be so naive. He’s a criminal, crooked cop. You can’t see that anymore? You were so skeptical and you were doing all that research.”
“He’s also a drunk,” Steve interjects and Julie nods in agreement. 
“He might have, but since taking in the baby, I haven’t even seen him touch a drop.”
“Where do you think he’s going on the nights you work late? Do you really believe he’s working late at the station. Don’t be naive, he’s going down to that bar.”
“He doesn’t come back drunk,” you try to reason.
“Maybe he’s going for something else.”
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t 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 dad’s store and they’ve told him they’ve seen the back room,” Steve explains. 
“And people swear Lee is a regular, not going to shut it down or anything. He’s in the owner’s pocket, and everyone knows it,” Julie adds to her previous points.
“I don’t know about that,” you say. It’s true. You didn’t. And you aren’t going to call your best friend a liar. They’ve both been in this town longer. You feel stuck, between knowing the Lee you have come to know and the Lee the town knows. 
“Next time he says he’s working late, I’ll watch Val if you want,” Julie offers.
“I’ll go with you to make sure you’re safe,” 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 can’t help but sit there and dwell on the conversation that just happened. 
The rest of his day at work, Lee can’t stop thinking about how he’s going to ask you to be his date to that stupid costume party- masquerade ball, whatever. It shouldn’t be a big deal. He can get the McDonald’s daughter from across the street to babysit, and you’ll go out as friends. It shouldn’t have his palms sweating like this. 
It’s not a big deal. 
It’s not. 
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. 
“Hey,” you smile, and get up as Valerie runs over into his arms. He can’t help but grin ear to ear scooping him up in his arms. 
“Hey shortstack,” he says when he picks her up. She breaks into a fit of giggles and buries her head close to his chest. 
“Her appointment went well,” you say, gathering up your things to head home. “She said we don’t have to worry about the no talking just yet, but I got a number from her for a good trauma con-”
“Heading out so soon?” He asks, his tone sounding sad to see you just up and leaving so quickly. He senses something is bothering you, but he doesn’t want to push you to tell him. It’s not his place.
“Um yeah, I guess,” you say shyly, “I mean, you got home so now I get to go home, you know?”
“No, no of course,” he says quickly, “I had just wanted to ask you something but if you wanna get home, it can wait.”
You are grabbing your coat and buttoning it, and when you finish you look back to him expectantly. “You can ask me now,” you say, and he feels a lump in his throat all of a sudden. 
“It’s nothing. Just some event I need to go to- just a work thing. It’s gonna be boring with a ton of politicians and it won’t be fun. But, I need to bring a date and-”
“I’d love to,” you interject with a smile, and his whole body relaxes. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow night,” he says. Your eyes widen a little at the short notice. He picks up on it and tries to smooth it over. “I know, I’m sorry for the short notice, but I wasn’t going to go. I only found out today that it’s mandatory.” 
“That’s the night before Halloween,” you point out, “What if I already had plans?”
“I’d be screwed,” he chuckles and it makes you laugh. “It’s a costume party by the way.”
“Lee! How am I supposed to get a costume this late?”
“It’s more like a ball so maybe just a nice dress?”
“What is it exactly?”
“It’s the mayor’s masquerade ball.”
“Okay,” you settle, “I can make it work. You are very lucky I have nothing going on in my life right now, Bodecker.”
“I need to still figure out Val and her costume, nevermind something of my own,” he scoffs, “I’ll figure something out after she goes to bed.”
“Maybe storytime will inspire something,” you joke. 
“Maybe,” he shrugs, and then he looks down to the baby, “Want Uncle Lee to read you a bed time story?”
“Dada! ‘Rella!”
You and Lee lock eyes again in absolute shock. Did she just..?
“Dada! ‘Rella!”
Lee looks at you again in utter disbelief. He’s speechless. You feel the same. 
“W-what’s ‘rella?” he asks, finally, not even able to process her calling him dada yet. 
“I think she wants you to read Cinderella,” you say quietly. Both you and Lee feel like you’ve been hit in the face while Valerie continues to repeat the same sentiment happily, unaware of the weight of her projection. 
“Dada!”
“Maybe that’s her halloween costume,” 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. 
“Dada!”
“No, no, no, baby, I’m uncle.” 
“Dada!”
“Un-cle.”
“Dada.”
“Christ she doesn’t listen, does she?”
“She’s just a girl who knows what she wants,” you say with a wide grin.
“C’mon, there’s no way she can call me that.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not her father.”
“You’re better,” you insist. 
“I’m not,” he says, defeatedly. 
“It’s up to you,” you shrug. “I think Daddy suits you just fine,” you joke playfully. “Pick me up tomorrow night, okay?”
“What-” 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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please-buckme · 4 years ago
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A Broken Heart.
Chapter 1
Lee Bodecker x fem!reader
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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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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 you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.
You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d 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 y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve 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 he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.
You’d 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 you’d 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 ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s 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 didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all 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 didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.
As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.
“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.
“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see
 him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.
“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” 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 weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.
You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“
Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.
“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, 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.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.
The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d 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 didn’t 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 Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.
The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s 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 there’s nothing you could do about it.
You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. 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 that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d 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, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.
“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.
“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”
Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.
“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” 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 he’ll 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.
“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.
“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”
“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.
“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”
Here we go.
“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.
“I’d 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.”
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 couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.
“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”
Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.
“May 21st”
Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”
“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.
“I- excuse me.” 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 couldn’t 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.
“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.
“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.
“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.
“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.
“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”
“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”
“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“
“A tough position?” You repeated.
“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t 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 I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”
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.
“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” 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, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit
 seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”
“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.
“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m 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.”
“Y/n, I-“
“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”
Lee didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 he’d 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 didn’t 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. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.
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Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t 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. He’d 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 weren’t 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 doesn’t 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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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago
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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 + “No, not there, in my lap.” + 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
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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 didn’t 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.
“My parents are out for the night, sheriff,” you said.
“That’s all right for me,” Sheriff Bodecker said as he sat in the chair across from you, his eyes on the scrapbook, “I heard you was gettin’ married.”
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, “lilies,” he said, “lilies go well with a girl like you.”
You blinked and nodded, “mama wants tulips,” you shrugged, “you know, they’re gonna be out real late.”
“I can’t sit and talk with you?” he asked.
“Well, sure, but
 we haven’t much to talk about,” you giggled nervously.
“Oh no?” he closed the book and shoved it aside, “this boy, Charlie, I seen him around. A nice kid
 quiet.”
“He’s sweet,” you said.
“Not as sweet as you, I think,” he leaned back and his hand moved along his thigh, “you picking out lace and petals, what about all that other stuff you gotta think about?”
“What d’you mean, sheriff?” You frowned.
“Ah, you know, when the meal is over and it’s just the two of yas. You
” he stopped and considered his words, his eyes set on you, “a girl like you, you probably don’t even know what to do.”
“I
 uh, well, oh, Charlie would, uh
” you fidgeted, “why are we talkin’ about this?”
“I 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,” he rolled his tongue along his lip, “no one told her it was natural, ya see?”
“Natural, I
 I
”
“You ain’t tell me I’m wrong,” he said nonchalantly, “so, I figure it can’t hurt to bring it up. You don’t wanna be laying there like some little girl, you wanna be a woman for your husband, don’t ya?”
“I
 I can ask my mama ‘bout all that,” you looked down, “you really don’t--”
“Come here,” he cut in, “your mama won’t tell you all that. She’s a fine lady but she’s just as rigid as the rest of ‘em.”
“Sheriff, you really shouldn’t--”
“I ain’t gon’ hurt ya, we just talkin’, so come on,” he waved you across the table, “you gotta learn to be close to a man.”
“I--” you stared at him then glanced to the door behind him. 
You could try to tell him to go, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. And if you went too far, he’d 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 weren’t sure.
“No, not there, in my lap,” 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, “see, you so soft,” he touched your hips, “lots for a man to hold onto.”
“Sheriff,” you caught his hands, “this isn’t right, you can’t--”
“You don’t learn and Charlie’s gon’ be a no good husband. You know what men do when they’re wives can’t please ‘em?” he tutted, “they go somewhere else.”
“Charlie wouldn’t--”
“You think he won’t if you crying as he’s tryna fuck you?” he said crassly, “ain’t no man want a sobbing mess beneath him.”
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.
“You’re built well,” he purred, “but you feel that, you get all uppity when I touch ya.”
“You can’t--”
“I’m tryna teach ya what ya need ya know. You ain’t wanna know how many husbands I catch down with them whores on the streets. You want Charlie to be one of ‘em?” He snipped, “so you let me show ya.” He squeezed and you whimpered, “now, just relax.”
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, he’d 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.
“You see, right here is the key to bein’ a good girl,” he said and pushed harder, moving your fingers beneath his until you felt the pressure in your core, “move just like this,” he rocked under you and you felt his bulge against your ass, “as he fuckin’ you like this. Do it like this and he won’t look nowhere else.”
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.
“Feels good for your too, yeah?” he nuzzled your neck, “feel how hard you make a man.”
He growled against your skin and kept you moving in his lap. Your core swelled and you couldn’t 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 Bodecker’s 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.
“Shit, you so good girl, I came already,” he huffed, “Didn’t even get my pants off yet.”
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eddiesghxst · 3 years ago
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A post where all my works can be found :)
ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+ — MINORS DNI
works are linked oldest to newest
(*) indicates smut
(✧) indicates dark themes
drabbles
- Requests/asks are always open <3 -
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HARRY STYLES FICS
Wedding Date (18+)* - one shot
You’re Harry’s date to a wedding; Harry’s tipsy and can’t keep his hands off of you.
Keep Quiet (18+)* - one shot
You’re spending the holidays with Harry and his family; Harry loves to cuddle in the mornings and you can't keep quiet.
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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 We’re 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 don’t get along, so how will you survive nine months on the road together?
Price of Fame (18+)* - series (completed)
You’re a writer for Rolling Stone magazine and Eddie hates the media; You’re doing a piece on Corroded Coffin and Eddie can’t 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.
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STEDDIE FICS
Cruel Intentions (18+)✧* - series (ongoing)
You’re 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, don’t read this fic if you are not comfortable with it!
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OTHER AUS
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LEE BODECKER
Good Reputation (18+) ✧ * - 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, don’t read this fic if you are not comfortable with it!
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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, don’t read this fic or proceed at your own risk!
drabbles: their first i love you’s
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slothspaghettiwrites · 4 years ago
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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 softđŸ˜©
if you could write something like this i’d simply pass away I love literally all your work
So much love,
Self Proclaimed Rat Anon🐭🐀
(i literally forgot to check if you were taking requests but if you’re not it’s totally fine i’m just a whore for sub!Lee)
FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK yes thank you Ma'am for requesting this cause now I'm consumed by this idea.
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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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bubblegumstan · 3 years ago
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His Perfect Housewife - Prologue
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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 beta’d 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.
“C’mon, honey pie!” Lee’s thick drawl echoed through the house. “The guests will be here anytime now.”
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 Lee’s 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.
“So, what do you say?”
“Oh, babe. I think Mrs. Mayor Flint will be having a fit when she sees how pretty you look.” He hugged you and his aroma invaded your nostrils. You had picked his cologne and it always enticed you. “I’m so lucky to have you. You’re my perfect little wife, momma.”
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.
“And you’re the best husband I could hope for, Sheriff Bodecker.” 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. “I gotta check the pot roast.”
He followed while you strolled towards the oven in your kitten heels.
“Where’s Timmy?”
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 we’ve done, momma. I’m 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.
“Oh, I thought I’d told you. The Smyth girl down the road is babysitting him for the night.”
“Perfect.” Lee was a good husband, you told yourself, a good father. He’s 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. “So, we’re getting some mom and dad time after they leave?”
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.
“Perhaps.” 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.
“I love you, baby girl.” 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.
“I love you too, honey bear.”
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