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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Up A Creek

Title: Up A Creek

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Prompts: Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut, requested by @electraphyng

Summary: Sheriff Lee Bodecker is sick of your trouble.

Warnings: period accurate homophobia, mention of having too many drinks, impact play (spanking), spit as lube, dubious consent, top!Lee, bottom!Reader, unprotected anal sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

Beta: @peyton-warren

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This wasn’t your first time in Sheriff Bodecker’s cruiser after a few too many at Old Jeb’s bar. Hell, it probably wouldn’t be the last time. He gives you the ‘I was a young man once, too’ speech. It’s the last thing you want to hear right now. That is until he gets to the part where he usually says something about making the right decision. Today, he has something different on his mind.

“Now, I’ve tried every goddamned thing I can think of to try and keep the peace in this damn county. I did it for years until you came along,” he drawls, making eye contact with you in the rearview mirror before looking away. “I’ve verbally warned you. I’ve arrested you. I’ve had you sit in the drunk tank all night. But every damn time I think you’re gonna do right by me and this county, you blow it.”

“Sheriff, I-” 

Bodecker slams his fist on the dashboard of the cruiser. “I did not ask you a question. You speak when spoken to now, you little shit.”

That shuts you up. When you look dejectedly outside of the windows of the cruiser, you realize you should already be at the station with the amount of time he was driving. You don’t know where you are, and you are with the man that hates you more than your damn Daddy. The farther he drives, you notice fewer lights and street signs and more open and wooded areas.

Dragging your eyes away from the window, you look back to the Sheriff. He gnaws a toothpick so hard that his jaw clenches. You catch more of his face in the reflection of the rearview mirror and think if he didn’t grimace all the damn time, he’d be such a handsome man. The kind that everyone would pay to see on the big screen.

You could hear your Daddy’s voice in your head: ‘Ain’t no son o’mine gonna be no damn pervert. I’d rather die.’ His words didn’t have the intended effect; you just became louder and prouder. But now and again, his words would creep into your subconscious, making you think that every damn thing you did was wrong because you were wrong. A design flaw, a mistake.

Your thoughts on your old man are cut short as you feel the cruiser slowing to a stop. Gravel crunches under the tires. Just as you were going to ask the Sheriff where you are, he opens the driver’s side door and gets out, shutting it behind him. You watch as he walks to the back door and opens it. You try to slink back further into the back seat, but he grabs your ankle. You kick at him with the other foot, but he catches it.

“Listen here, son. You try to kick me again; I’ll break it and tell the doctor you fell. Don’t test me,” Bodecker seethes, pulling you the rest of the way out of the cruiser. 

He grabs you by the elbow and walks you into the woods at the side of the road. Pulling you along behind him, he walks into a clearing that is barely lit by moonlight. He pushes you down to your knees. You somehow catch yourself from falling forward onto your front. Walking around you, Bodecker gets your attention by calling your name. He smiles a toothy grin when you look up at him with fear in your eyes.

“Now, I wasn’t gonna say nothin’, but your old man asked me to keep an eye on you. Said something or other about his son not being interested in chasing skirts. Wanted me to talk with you, but I think I got a better idea,” he remarks, sitting on the tree stump nearby. He waves you over, and you walk on your knees slowly before stopping in front of him. 

When he taps his thigh, you chance asking what he means. “Sheriff?”

He sighs, reaching for you and pulling you to lay over his lap, his strength on display. “Just hush now; the only words I wanna hear outta you are how good you beg. You’re up a creek, son, and the only paddle is my goddamned hand.” 

You’re lost to what you’re in for until a heavy wallop lands across your ass cheek. The force with which Bodecker spanks your ass is so much so that you cry out in pain. He must like the sound of that because he delivers another lash to your other cheek. He groans, and you can feel the bulge hardening in his pants just under your stomach.

You can’t believe it, but Sheriff Bodecker is spanking you like an ornery child. He’s enjoying it, too. While you hate this man, you can’t help but grind your dick into his thigh with every whack he executes. 

One after the other, he tears into you until you’re a sobbing mess. With a dick so hard it could cut diamonds, you give in to begging. “Sheriff, please. I can’t take anymore. I’ll do anything; just please make it stop.”

He pushes you off his lap, and you land on your back with a thud. “I told you, you would eventually start begging,” he breathes, coming down to kneel next to you. 

Before you know what is happening, Bodecker is bent over you as he fumbles thick fingers through unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. Your cock springs free in the cool, night air as your pants are tugged to your ankles. With your hands cuffed under you, you’re unable to have any shred of modesty. 

But it would seem that Bodecker doesn’t mind that at all. It would appear that he likes what he sees, judging by the way he palms himself while you watch him stroke you slowly. 

You throw your head back into the dirt, and he groans after you let out a whimper, so happy to finally be touched where you need it. But not for long. Letting go of your cock, he tuts when you whine at the loss. Lifting your legs, he folds you like a pretzel with your thighs pressing into your stomach.

You know exactly what Bodecker’s intentions are once you hear his belt being unbuckled. But it’s when you hear his zipper that you know you are about to be fucked. And you couldn’t decide whether to be upset or thankful. All you know is that you need him to get to it fast. 

Unable to see past your legs, you hear rather than see him spit into his hand. And you thank him silently for at least trying to make taking his length a bit more bearable. Once you feel the wet tip poking at your puckered opening, you wince and wiggle your ass but stop when a warning slap hits your thigh. 

“Hush, now. Sooner you let me in, sooner this’ll all be over,” he insists, pressing further inside you until he is balls-deep inside you. As if crafted by the gods, Bodecker is not only long but thicker than any guy you’ve been with. He grants you half a minute to get used to his size before he pulls out and thrusts back inside you. 

The strangled cries of ecstasy that leave your mouth echo through the trees; the sounds of flesh against flesh dance on the midsummer night’s breeze. You could never have guessed in a million years that you would end up in this predicament. Hell, you wish you would have thought of this earlier, fucking the Sheriff to keep him off your back. 

“Fuck! You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels so fuckin’ good. Takin’ me so well, like a good little slut,” he praises, changing his angle and leaning into you. With his hands on the backs of your thighs, he pounds into you and revels in the garbled nonsense that trickles from your mouth. 

Your cock, hard and forgotten, twitches when Bodecker hits your prostate. Your ass clamps down around his cock as you let your orgasm wash over you. Stars explode behind your eyelids as you come untouched. Thick, creamy ropes coat your chest where your shirt rides up and exposes your skin. 

As you come down from your high, Bodecker chases his release. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he groans as he blows his load, painting your insides. As he softens, he slips from your hole. You feel his cum dribbling out of your used asshole as he stands up to straighten his uniform and dust off his slacks.

You lay there, looking up at him until he helps you to stand. He unceremoniously tugs up your pants as you stand on wobbly legs. Grabbing you by the arm, he leads you through the dark woods to where his cruiser is parked. You’re shoved into the backseat, and he takes his time staring you down before closing the car door.

Once seated in the front seat, Bodecker pulls a piece of candy from the glove box. Unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth, he noisily lets the hard candy clack against his teeth as he sucks on it. He all but ignores you as he turns the key in the ignition and pulls back onto the road. 

You sit quietly looking out of the window as the familiar sights of Knockemstiff come back into view. Your ass hurts and leaks on the entire drive while dried cum plasters your shirt to your torso, but you don’t make a fuss. Noticing the Sheriff has turned down the road leading to your house, you’re somewhat relieved for this night to be over. 

He stops in front of your house, shuts off the car, and turns around to face you with his arm thrown over the seat. “Am I gonna see you causing trouble in my county again? Or am I gonna have to take you back out to the woods and…straighten you out?” His piercing blue eyes show no other emotion but annoyance.

“No, sir,” you lie. You have no intention of being a good little soldier for your Daddy, the Sheriff, or anyone else. But a piece of you wouldn’t mind being a good little slut for Bodecker. 

“Good man,” he replies, turning back around and exiting the vehicle. Letting you out of the backseat, he uncuffs you and lets you start up the walkway to your parents’ house. He whistles to get your attention, and you turn around. “You be good, now. I’ll be watching.”

You simply nod, unsure of what to say. Pulling the key from your pocket, you unlock the front door and enter the house. Leaning against the front door after you close it, you hear his cruiser’s engine turn over and exit down the lane. 

The living room light comes on, and your father appears from the hallway in his pajamas and slippers. “Was that the Sheriff?”

“Yeah, Dad. He gave me an earful tonight. I’m exhausted; I just want to sleep,” you babble, stepping away from the door and walking past your father to get to your bedroom.

“Well, I hope you were listening to what he said. Maybe spend less time out there causing all kinds of trouble?” He encourages, crossing his arms.

“I’ll do my best, Dad,” you lie again, just wanting to disappear into your room. “Good night, Dad.”

“Good night, son,” he sighs, letting you off without a lecture.

You collapse on your bed, not bothering to take off your dirty clothes. A fitful sleep awaited you, and you wouldn’t keep it waiting long. That night, you dream of blue eyes following you through the dark, and it does nothing but spur you on to make the next wrong decision.

A/N: First time writing for Lee, first time in about ten years that I wrote M/M fic, and I fucking loved it. Hope you enjoy!!

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Nanny Part 12

18+ ONLY 

Lee Bodecker x F!Nanny!Reader

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: references to smut, violence, corruption, cursing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), employee/employer dynamics, sickeningly sweet domesticity, and some angst

Author’s Note: I don't even have an explanation for how long it has taken me to get this next part out. I've had a lot of health issues I have been dealing with, but I am really starting to feel like I'm in a better place. I also was experiencing the worst writer's block I've ever experienced.

Now that this chapter is complete, I'm hoping to also post the next parts to my other uncompleted WIPs soon.

As per usual, this is unedited and if I forgot a warning, please let me know! And please reblog if you liked it!

3 Months Later

Stretching out on the soft linen sheets, you yawn quietly as you reluctantly open your eyes to check the time. 4:45 AM on the dot when Valerie begins to fuss in the other room and it wakes you up instinctively. You grumble, tossing off the deliciously warm covers, and grab your robe from the arm of Lee’s chair as you make your way from his- well your room to hers. 

“You did keep your promise,” you muse, picking her up and patting her back. “You promised last week you wouldn’t wake me up at 4:00. I see you’re already looking for loopholes in our contract, missy.” 

She immediately snuggles into you and you can’t help but love it. Feeling the warmth of her little body pressed into you as you feel her whole body relax is something you savor every time. She’s a little small for her age, but her pediatrician keeps assuring you both you have nothing to worry about. Affectionately, Lee sometimes calls her a runt even though it makes you crazy. However, it is growing on you but you’ll never admit it. 

“Shhh,” you mumble, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head, and walking her over to her changing table. Once you have her cleaned up, you take a little stroll with her to the kitchen to start with her breakfast. You shift your hold so she’s rested against your side so you have your dominant hand free to start putting her formula together. Her doctor also recommended beginning to introduce her to soft, solid foods so you also prep a little bit of a banana and soft berries to see what she’ll pick at- nothing too much cause you also want to watch for any allergies. 

You also start a pot of coffee for yourself and Lee once you have her settled in her high chair happily babbling away, some real words she has picked up mixed in between. Her favorite word she has really clung to is still her first word: Dada. Lee still is unsure of it, but you see the way he looks at her when she says it. Sure enough, it beckons him from the room almost instantly. Immediately, the doting begins even as early at 5:20 AM. Deny it he very well may, but Lee Bodecker is a girl dad whether he likes it or not. Though, all signs point to that he very much does. 

“My two favorite gals,” he grins walking into the kitchen. First, he looks to Val, pretending her stare makes him stop dead in his tracks and fall to his knees to begin kissing all over her face as she sits in her chair, making her erupt into her fit of giggles. 

“Morning bug,” he says to her finally, getting up off his knees. He winces at the minor damage his daily stunt causes. He plays it off well, you must admit. 

“M’lady,” he says, bowing to you at the waist. You scoff as he reaches out to kiss your hand. You knew no one else would ever believe he would behave this way. He was right when he said inside the house was your oasis. It was the truest definition of domestic bliss you could imagine, a secret happiness you allowed yourselves to share behind closed doors. This house has become a safe haven, where you were both free of outside opinion and the harsh realities of your situation. You don’t know the full extent to the situation Lee is in, but he is getting out for Val’s sake, and know for your sake as well. You don’t want to know, too happy with how things have gone to pop the bubble you both have made. 

The nature of your relationship is still unclear. Lee treats you- well like his wife, yet has never even been able to take you on a date. He also still signs your paychecks, which feels wildly inappropriate given the new developments, but neither of you want to have the discussion. He discreetly leaves the check for you to find when he is gone, and neither of you discuss it. You know it needs to happen, but you both fear ruining how things have been. 

You’ve fully moved in, very much complicating the situation. That was a very ugly fight with Julie, and you agreed she had every right to be upset. You have been helping her find a new roommate. She’s still upset, and vehemently is against your choice, and you can’t blame her or be mad in the least. You know what you did was a really shitty thing to do. You already weren’t coming home for several consecutive nights without keeping her in the loop, and then you spring on her that you’re moving out. 

She’s the only person you trusted enough to tell about the current situation-ship. She is very much against it, voicing her opinions very loudly as you packed your things a few weeks ago. You agreed, and didn’t fight back. You deserved it. You saw how your infatuation had caused riffs in your friendships. Things are still being worked out, and all you can do is everything to show her you can be a good friend, and hope for her full forgiveness. 

Lee kisses your temple, and ushers you to sit at the table while he begins breakfast. He sings softly to himself, trying his best to sound like Sinatra, as he navigates the kitchen on his quest to make you “the best eggs the world has ever seen.” 

“I need your love so badly, I love you, oh, so madly. But I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with you,” he mumbles offkey, mindlessly, and you look to the window above the sink to watch the orange and pink light of the sun take over the room. 

“If you surrender just a tender kiss or two, you might discover that I’m a lover meant for you.” The crackle of eggs as they hit the hot pan on the stove disrupts the mellow calm of the morning for a moment, but eventually it fades into the ambiance of the room. 

“And I’d be true, but what’s the good of scheming. I know I must be dreaming,” he sings, his voice cracking how it does in the morning. 

You know no one would ever believe you if you had told the world Lee Bodecker was like this behind closed doors. Affectionate, attentive, silly, domestic… Whatever is the best word for this morning. You bring the mug of coffee Lee has poured for you to your lips, the warmth from the mug radiating into your palms as you take a sip. Your eyes scan the newspaper that's scattered about the kitchen table and get a sense for the headlines. 

“They need a new Sunday school teacher,” you mumble casually glancing at the classifieds. From her highchair, Valerie blows an excited bubble of spit as Lee plops scrambled eggs directly onto the tray in front of her. There’s no point in trying for a bowl- she still is in the habit of tossing those on the floor. Her little fingers work to pick up the pieces, sometimes with too tight a grip, and feed herself. 

“Oh yeah?” Lee responds, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other tips the pan over your empty place to deliver your eggs. He adds some to his own plate in the place setting on the other side of Val’s high chair. He grabs the toast for the two of you out of the toaster and places the dish between you both. 

“Yeah,” you muse, grabbing a slice of toast. You start adding a slice of butter, waiting to see if he’ll pick up on the conversation you feel it might be time to have. 

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” he asks, as he sits down. 

“I’m not sure,” you say, “I mean, Lee- I need to be honest… It feels weird, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong- but, I don’t think you should pay me to be Vallie’s nanny anymore. It feels like we’re more than passed that now… right?”

He sighs, and you know he has felt the same. He looks relieved that you have brought it up first. 

“There’s something I need to take care of first,” he responds. “I think you should go for it. I agree this arrangement shouldn't be transactional anymore- it surely hasn’t felt like that in a really long time. I want this to be something better than that- you deserve that and so does she. I just need to tie up some loose ends. Then, we’re going to be a proper family, if you want that. Let me do the right thing.” 

“Are you pro-”

“No, ma’am, do not even finish that sentence,” he shushes you. “Don’t talk nonsense like that. You’ll know when I am doing that. It won’t be in a messy kitchen next to a toddler drooling over scrambled egg next to us. I’m just saying- I got to take care of some stuff. I think we’re on the same page. I just need a little time and then we’ll be situated in a more normal arrangement.” 

“Yes, sir,” you joke, picking up the section of the paper with the job listing. 

You continue to flip through the paper and Valerie continues to make a mess with her breakfast- occasionally taking a bite. Lee walks back and forth from the bedroom back to the kitchen to the living room in a loop getting ready to head to the station. Everything is in the wrong place and inconveniently nowhere near each other. He grumbles about the detail he’s needed for today, and how he thinks unfortunately he’ll be home late. He kisses your lips and Valerie’s head, mumbling about how he just wants to get home to his girls. Pressing another hurried kiss to your temple, he promises to make it home as soon as he can. 

Lee hated that he needed to lie to you. He justified it because he knew for your own protection, you couldn’t know where he was going and who he was actually meeting after his shift ended. When 6 o’clock rolled around, he got into his cruiser and shuddered, thinking about the meeting that was in for him. 

By some miracle of God or whatever higher power, Lee has been granted in his lifetime a reason to finally get out of the shady deals he’s previously dealt. He never meant to get tangled up in this. It was one favor that snowballed into others, and soon enough he's deeper than he ever thought he would have ever been. He knows he’s not innocent, and no one to blame but himself for the mess he’s caught up in. Part of him regrets not turning himself in. But he can’t do that, especially now, with that little girl sleeping soundly back at home. He can’t let her lose someone else. Even if the someone else is just as rotten to the core as he is.

He needed to get out. Pay his debts and start this life with both his girls with a clean slate. The last time he drove to this bar, he was here trying to get his mind off of you. Before he knew how it felt to wake up next to you, before he knew what it felt like to have your arms around his neck, before he knew how it felt to be inside you and how tight you feel around his- 

He has to get this over with as soon as possible. 

He walks in, and a member of Brown’s crew is sitting in the usual booth, nursing a whiskey. Lee averts his gaze when he sees Cherry sitting at the bar chatting up her next customer. He wants to pretend she doesn’t exist, and it never happened. It hangs heavy on his chest. You weren’t together, but the weight of his guilt feels like the highest infidelity. Brown sent a man named Wayne Hendrix to meet with Lee. Leroy Brown never came out for a meeting- his time far more valuable than anyone else. 

Lee recognized Wayne immediately. He grits his teeth, knowing this meeting is not going to go as smoothly as he would like. Wayne, much to Lee’s unlucky misfortune, was arrested by Lee on multiple accounts before he was sheriff. He knew Hendrix held a deep, unrelenting grudge on the past arrests. Hendrix did five years in prison because of Lee, and Lee knew that’s exactly why Brown sent him. 

“Wayne,” Lee said with a tip of his head, settling into the booth. 

“Bodecker,” Wayne practically spits, venom oozing from each syllable. 

“I’m not going to run for reelection,” Lee states, opting to just rip off the bandage. 

“Like hell you ain’t,” Hendrix laughs- a deep belly laugh that echoes through the whole bar. “Brown tells you when you run and when you don’t. What do you suppose you’re gonna do?”

“I want to settle my debts,” Lee says, standing firm to Wayne’s dismissive lecture.

“This ain’t how any of this works, pig,” Hendrix muses, swirling the remaining brown liquid in his glass before finishing it off. “Leroy don’t let anybody go. You ain’t ever out of debt to him. You think you can just write a check and suddenly you’re free of all your responsibilities and obligations? You gonna what- ride off into the sunset with that little plaything you got? Brown is just gonna lie down while you two are off playing house? Playing mommy and daddy?” 

Lee’s knuckles are white, and his nails practically draw blood from his palms as his fists form. His jaw is locked and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the pure rage that boils his blood. It’s taking all of his strength to not lunge across the table. He could kill him. He takes long, steady breaths focusing on the chill that runs down his arms that releases the tension. He cracks his neck, and lets himself have a second to relax. Feeding into this is exactly what they want. They want him to lose his control. 

“I think it’s best practice to keep this discussion separate from family,” Lee suggests coolly, “You don’t bring up my girls, and I won’t bring up yours.” He watches as Wayne shifts uncomfortably in the booth. He watches as Hendrix’s eyes avoid his gaze. Wayne is very much aware that Lee not only knows his wife Maura from Church, but also his three daughters. Lee holds the upper hand if they are going to have a pissing contest on who knows more about whose private life. “I doubt Meg, Hannah and Marjorie want to know what their daddy gets up to when he misses their recitals.” 

“Listen,” Wayne spits, slapping both palms on the table, knocking over his glass. Both men ignore it, as it rolls off the table and crashes to the floor. “Leroy is going to offer you an out. It pisses me off to have to tell you about it. The only joy I’m getting out of this is the sweet knowledge that you’ll die trying.”

“What is it?” Lee urges him to continue. 

“You have Leroy’s word, you and your whole family are granted immunity and your debts are cleared. You just need to kill Deckard.” 

You’re asleep on the couch when Lee gets home. It’s well after 2am, and he feels sorry you must have forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could to make sure he got back safe. He places his hat down on the coffee table in front of you, and haphazardly takes off his tie on his way into the kitchen. He could cry when he sees the plate covered in foil that’s waiting for him. He notices there’s exactly one slice of cake left on the stand in the center of the table. In the frosting, it looks like you wrote “Lee” out with a toothpick, saving the piece for him. He walks back into the living room, and drapes the blanket from the back of the couch over your peaceful frame. He’ll let you sleep a little longer while he puts the food in the fridge. He’ll have it all tomorrow. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers softly, rubbing your shoulder to wake you gently. It’s no good. You are completely unaware in your deep sleep. He sits on the coffee table, moving his hat out of the way. He lets himself watch you for a few moments, enjoying the way you look. You’re just so serene, and he knows you never believe him but you always look so beautiful like this. He loves seeing your whole face soften, and the way your cheek presses against the pillow.

 “Let’s go pretty girl,” he says, even though you won’t hear him. Although he’s been up for around twenty hours, and he’s weak from the full work day and his unfortunate complicated night that follows- he scoops you up in his arms without a second thought and carries you into the bedroom. He’ll tuck you in, and pull you close and he’ll let himself sleep soundly knowing you're protected in his arms tonight. He hears Valerie’s soft snores from her bedroom, and that is the final permission he needs to let his heavy eyelids rest. 

There’s much to be done in the morning, but Lee sleeps tonight knowing all of his jobs are done. 

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Lee Bodecker Blurb (2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pollenallergie]

life needs to pause so that I can finally have the time to write that willard russell fanfiction I’ve been meaning to write for like the past three years.

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

I adore anything with Sheriff Lee Bodecker and a dark Lee Bodecker is always a bonus, I loved this because he starts out as just finding out about the reader, where she's living, probably making her late on purpose. Then when she's invited him in is when he strikes and the possessiveness of the man it's both terrifying and great. This was so so good and it made my Monday workday a bit better.

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Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatcha got for me?"

You stepped forward and thrust the letter in his direction. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You still livin' up in the Holler?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's just up thatta way."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks again for the ride."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think you wanted me to have'a taste of this pretty cunt'a yours." No matter how hard you shook your head, the truth glistened between your legs. "I gotta sweet tooth and those cookies a'yours are nothin' compared to you."

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

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

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

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

"No, Lee."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doin'?"

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

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

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I’m not sure if you’ve answered this but your Arvin fic makes me want to watch TDATT. Did you find it worth the watch?

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Hayloft (p.1)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts...) 

Warnings: Abuse, mentions of drinking, misogyny, reader’s mother is dead

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: My first slow(er) burn fic! Let me know what you think!

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When your car finally pulled up the old dirt driveway to your family's farm house, the sun was already setting, casting an orange hue over the acres of land that your father had inherited from his father. It was beautiful, really. The sun was behind your old two story home made of wood planks that were covered in chipping white paint. The door’s paint was also chipping, only this time it was old navy blue paint - at least that’s the color it was supposed to be when it was painted who knows how many decades ago - that peeled back to reveal the wood beneath. 

Your father’s truck wasn’t in the driveway yet when you pulled up and you sighed in relief because it gave you the opportunity to get dinner started before he got home. You headed straight for the kitchen. The only moment taken for yourself was the moment of silence when you leaned against the counter top and stretched out your back from the long day's work at the diner. The refrigerator was mostly empty and you made a mental note to run to the store after work tomorrow before your father could notice the lack of food. Thankfully, there was still enough scraps to piece something together for tonight between the fridge and the cupboards. 

The house was swimming with the delicious scent of herbs, onions, potatoes, and stock as you boiled a stew on the stove when you heard the front door open. “Hi, Daddy! How was work?” You asked over your shoulder before you even heard his steps enter the kitchen, not actually caring but knowing he’d be upset if you didn’t ask. 

He came around the corner but you could hear from the moment the door opened that there were the footsteps of more than one person entering your home. With a frown, you turned from the stove and took a few steps so you could see around the wall that blocked your view of the front door but your father and new mystery person stepped around that corner and into the kitchen before you could get that far. You stopped in your tracks, startled by their sudden appearance, and your hand flew to your chest as your eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry!” You chuckled awkwardly, apologizing for your jumpiness, “Didn’t think you’d be comin’ in here.” 

It was a man about your age that stood just behind your father, a navy baseball cap twisted in his hands and his footsteps light so as to not knock dirt off onto the floor from his work boots, both welcomed displays of manners that you appreciated, unlike your father who left a trail of chunks of dried mud and grease everywhere he walked. This new boy, though, he was cute. Short curly hair that was messy, either from work or wearing the hat, big expressive brown eyes that reminded you of a puppy in the best possible way, a tight lipped expression that showed he was a little nervous and uncomfortable to be here, they were all a welcome, albeit unexpected, surprise. 

"Work was good. This here is Arvin Russel. He'll be staying with us, at least for the night." Your eyes flicked back to the boy you now knew as Arvin when your dad introduced him and your heart skipped a beat at the eye contact. 

  He nodded his head slightly, a small cordial smile flashing on his face for just a moment, "Pleasure to meet you,..." 

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you as well. If you're staying the night, let me add some water to the soup and then I'll go make up the spare bed." You pointed your thumb over your shoulder towards the pot of stew that was nearly done. 

"That's very kind of you. Thank you." 

Before you could notice him moving, your dad was already beside the fridge and you reached out to try to stop him before he could open it. "Let me get you something! What about you, Arvin? You want a beer or some water?" You scurried to try and beat your dad to the fridge that you knew would earn you a reprimanding that you didn’t deserve. 

You were too late though and your dad already swung the door open wide. You stepped back nervously, rubbing the sharp edge of your nails against your thumb. "It's damn near empty." He noted, voice stiff and dissatisfied. He stood, managing to produce the last two beers from the refrigerator before slamming it shut. 

You flinched at the loud sound, hearing the few glass jars of preserves and jams clanging against each other inside from the force. Your eyes rolled beneath closed lids at his overdramatic reaction, even though it was one you expected. "I'm gonna hit the market after work tomorrow but I checked that we have enough for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow." Your voice was sweet and placating, careful to respond in a way that would keep his temper in check. 

  "It's that damn job of yours. I told you women shouldn't be working. They belong in the house where you should be. Now look. You went and let the kitchen run out." He passed Arvin a beer, which he reluctantly accepted, watching the way your father pointed his finger at you accusingly. “Ain’t no man gonna want a wife who can’t even keep the kitchen stocked up.” 

Your tongue was raw inside from biting down on it so hard in order to keep yourself in line, as he called it. You didn't need a blow out tonight, not with Arvin here. "I manage to work and keep up with the house just fine, Daddy. We just got a little low on groceries but I'll be heading to the market tomorrow to fix it. Don’t you worry." Even you were surprised with how even and sweet your voice came out, that ever present fire of anger towards your father having been fanned into a decent blaze.  

He popped the tab on his beer and sighed, dropping the topic for the time being, "Fine. But make sure to pick up some fixin's for that chicken roast you make. Patty is lookin' nice and fat in the coop so why don't you cook her up tomorrow." 

You grimaced at the thought. Patty was one of the chickens in your coop out back that had been pretty slow when it came to laying eggs but you’d grown attached to her nonetheless. Ever since you were a young girl, your daddy warned you not to become attached to the animals out back but you never listened. Back then, you’d had your mother to step in and convince him not to kill the animals for whatever reason she could come with and opt for buying meat from the market instead. You hadn’t been able to convince him like that since she’d passed. Everything had been different since she passed. 

“I don’t know, Daddy. Patty’s been layin’ a lot of eggs lately and we’ve been gettin’ extra money from sellin’ all those eggs. Why don’t I just pick up a chicken in town tomorrow at the store.” You insisted, walking back over to the stove to stir the stew. 

“Don’t go wastin’ money on things we already got! We got some chickens out back. Just cook one of ‘em up tomorrow!” Your father’s voice was hard and stern now, enough to fill the air with tension in Arvin’s presence. You turned slowly, making eye contact with Arvin briefly before quickly avoiding it. You didn’t like the way he stood awkwardly, silently watching the interaction he clearly didn’t think highly of. Your father was already getting worked up and it would only get worse the longer the night went on. 

Biting your cheek, you nodded, “Yes, sir. Now why don’t you boys go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in just a minute.” 

**

Dinner went relatively well, despite your father’s occasional grumblings about there not being any beer. Once you finished, you stood up and picked up yours and your father’s bowls before noticing Arvin’s was empty as well. “Did you want some more? There’s just enough for one more if you’d like it.” You offered Arvin that last bit of stew but he just shook his head and stood up. 

“Oh, no thank you miss. Dinner was delicious though. Let me help with that.” He grabbed his own bowl before your hand could reach it and then took the bowls from your hands as well before setting them down at the sink. 

You chased after him, “Thank you but you don’t have to do that! Please, sit. I’ll make your bed up when I’m finished cleaning up dinner.” 

“She’s right, son. Kitchen ain’t no place for a man. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you the room you’ll be stayin’ in.” You father’s chair screeched against the beat up wooden floor as he stood, beckoning Arvin to him. 

Arvin was standing right beside you, his arm only a few inches from yours as he lowered the stack of bowls into the sink. He looked over at you with deep soulful eyes that seemed to look right through your calm facade in a way that made you feel seen like never before. It was highly uncomfortable, almost violating after all these years of hiding away what you felt for the sake of keeping the peace, and you forced a smile, “Please, you’re our guest. It wouldn’t be right to make you do the dishes. You go with him.” 

He gave you a drawn out hesitant look but turned away nonetheless and walked towards your dad. “Thank you again for letting me stay here till I get things figured out. It’s mighty kind of you.” Arvin thanked you and your father for your hospitality, shooting you one last glance over his shoulder before following your father down up the stairs towards the spare room. 

You made quick work of the dishes, having cleaned most of them as you were cooking earlier anyways and scurried to the closet that held your extra sheets. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the shower running and knew it was your father bathing after his long day of work, like he always did right after dinner. The man was a creature of habit. 

With your arms full of neatly folded faded steel blue linens and the thicker burnt sienna colored wool blanket, you made your way towards the guest room Arvin was staying in to find the door wide open and the man looking through his bag that was set on the bed. “Knock knock,” you announced your presence, waiting at the entryway for Arvin to notice you before entering. 

He spun around, dropping something that you didn’t see quickly into his bag and pressing it down while flashing you a small polite smile, “Hello, ma’am.” 

You walked into the room, raising the linens in your hands, “I brought some sheets so I could make up your bed.” You walked over to the wooden chair and set the top sheet down before making your way back over to the bed, unfolding the bottom sheet as you did, waving it up and down in the air to straighten it out before laying it flat on the bed. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, miss,” He moved his bag to the ground and jumped to lift the corner of the mattress and tuck the sheet beneath it. 

You blushed at his kindness, not used to such help from your father, but shook your head, tucking the sheet beneath the mattress on the opposite side of the bed “If my daddy came in and saw you fixin’ the bed yourself, he’d kill me,” you chuckled to make it sound like a joke but you knew better than that. He wouldn’t actually kill you but you would certainly get some less than kind words thrown your way, maybe even a few beer cans thrown your way depending on how drunk he was. 

Arvin shook his head, his hands falling on his hips, “Looks like you do most the housework ‘round here.” What he was insinuating was clear even though his tone didn’t change but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. He didn’t need to concern himself with the difficulties between you and your father. 

“So how’d you and my dad meet?” You changed the topic, going to grab the top sheet and unfolding it. You laid it over the bed and tucked your side in, Arvin reaching down to tuck his side in as well in a silent act of defiance against your insistence that he didn’t need to help. It occurred to you suddenly after the question left your lips that you didn’t actually know anything about this boy but, for some reason, you still didn’t feel uneasy around him.  

Arvin pulled the top corner of the sheet up to the head of the bed as he answered, “I just started workin’ at the garage with ‘im.” 

“You like cars?” You questioned, spreading out the final layer on the bed, the wool blanket. 

Arvin shrugged, “Never been really into ‘em but I can fix ‘em alright enough. Just needed the work and happened to see the wanted sign when I was passin’ through town.” 

Your brow raised in curiosity, “You were just passin’ through and stopped in this old town cause of a help wanted sign?” The little town you lived in wasn’t terrible but it was far from a destination that people really moved to for work unless you a doctor desperate for a place to practice or something like that. “You must really be desperate,” you joked but immediately felt a slight pang of regret when a shred of truth could be seen in his eyes. 

“Just tryna figure out where I’m goin’ ‘n what I wanna do. Figure I’ll find somewhere I like eventually.” Arvin picked up his bag and set it off to the side where it was a little more out of the way. 

You stared at the man standing before you, taking every bit of him from the grease stains on his white t-shirt to his scuffed up brown work boots to his messy hair, dirty from dried sweat. It wasn’t until you locked eyes with him that you realized that you’d been staring in a settled yet weirdly comfortable silence. You stood up straight and smiled to diffuse the awkwardness you’d unintentionally fostered, “You’re more than welcome to take a shower. My daddy should be finished any second. I’ll set some extra towels in there for you.” 

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you.” He nodded in appreciation but offered no further conversation. You could tell from the moment of silence that it was time for you to make your exit. 

“Well, uh, I better head to bed. You need anything before I go?” You asked, backing towards the door and swinging slightly with it once your hand hit the old bronze knob. 

Arvin shook his head, “No, thank you. ‘M all set.” 

“Alrighty, then. You have a good night.” You chewed your lip as you opened the door to make your exit. 

“G’night, miss Y/N.” 

Butterflies flew wildly in your belly as you walked to your bedroom. It had been a long while since you’d seen somebody worth looking twice at in this old town but now a mysterious handsome man rolls into town and stays with you. In your house. It probably wasn’t the safest of situations but Arvin genuinely looked like a nice man. From your very brief interactions with him, you couldn’t really imagine him trying to hurt you or your father for no reason. Even if he did, you knew where your daddy kept his shotgun and you had no problem defending yourself. But like I said, you had an unearned sense of peace with Arvin that you hoped wasn’t a misjudgement. 

“What’re you smilin’ ‘bout?” Your father’s gruff but thankfully not entirely drunk voice made you stop in your tracks and turn towards his room with a suppressed groan. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom in nothing but an undershirt and long johns with his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides.

You shook the smile off your face. “Just thought of somethin’ funny that happened at work,'' you lied. “You need somethin’?” 

“I watched you come out o’ that boy’s room with a big ol’ grin on your face. Better not let me catch you ‘n him. Ain’t no daughter o’ mine gonna be whorin’ around with some boy blowin’ through town, y’hear?” He threatened, his hands reaching down to pull up his worn out long johns. 

Your blood boiled at the accusation and despite your best efforts to keep peace while Arvin was here, you spat words with venom, “I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ with Arvin. God forbid I have a damn smile on my face.” Your voice was low enough so that you hoped your guest hadn’t heard your outburst but when your father’s face darkened and he began taking slow, heavy steps towards you, you weren’t sure if your charade of normalcy would last much longer. 

Your father hovered over you, exaggerating the size difference between the two of you, “I put a roof over your head. I put food on the table. You play make believe with that little diner job but I'm the head of this house. I'm your father. You watch that fuckin’ tone with me girl."

Your jaw was clenched tightly, matching your fists, as you glared up at him with indignantly furious eyes. Father your ass. He once had been your father, an imperfect but loving man who used to try. Now he was merely a selfish broken sperm donor. He inherited this house from his father, didn’t pay a darn cent, and you couldn't remember the last time he pitched in a dime for anything but alcohol and the occasional dinner he made when he was in a good mood. He did do that- have these strange out of character nights where he pretended to be kind and loving. They were far and few between though and, while you enjoyed the change of pace, it felt like walking on eggshells in some fantasy world. 

A heavy silence settled between the two of you that crackled with a tension that could snap at any moment and turn into a full blown fight. Your eyes were narrowed on his as you refused to let him think he intimidated you anymore. Nevertheless, you turned on your heel, nails digging into your palm, and walked down the hall towards your room, leaving him alone. 

“He wouldn’t want you anyways, fuckin’ attitude like that.” Your father grumbled to your back, hoping for one last reaction out of you that you refused to give. 

It took all the control in the world to not slam the door in his face but you knew there was no way it would escape Arvin’s attention. You’d have to resort to the therapy of muffling your furious tear-soaked screams into your pillow until you finally fell asleep, like you did many nights. 

[sweetdreamsbuck]

go ahead, baby

words 4866 Lee Bodecker x f!reader warnings: filth! daddy kink, overstimulation, restraints, praise, slight degradation, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it pls, your life isn’t fiction), oral (f receiving), petnames, fluff

synopsis: You’ve been taking cooking classes to surprise Lee for your anniversary. You try to keep it a secret from him and he finds out that you’ve been lying about where you’ve been going.

a/n: absolutely had too much fun writing this. if you couldn’t tell, Lee is my baby. enjoy, and let me know what you think babes!

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

Lee and you have been dating for three years now. You were absolutely smitten by the Sheriff. With his handsome charm, beautiful smile, piercing yet extremely kind blue eyes; he was a picture worth marveling over. Three years seems like a lifetime ago now. 

You were the new girl in town, moving in once you’d decided it was finally time to leave your family home and get a place of your own. As soon as you appeared, everyone in the town was constantly in talks about you. Young and beautiful; a perfectly wrapped present tied with a pretty little bow and dropped in the center of a small town filled with the same boring, familiar faces. Envied and even lusted for, yet you only had eyes for one man; your precious Lee.

People told you that the newness of the relationship would wear off after the first 6 months, but here you were, three years in and in love as ever. Your anniversary was quickly approaching and you wanted to do something real special for him. He constantly showered you in love and adoration, worshipping the very air you breathed. You were his pretty girl and he’d be damned if he didn’t show you how much he loved you every waking second.

Lee loved your baking, always raving over it around the town about how no one made a peach cobbler the way you did. They didn’t have the “Princess touch”, he called it. You’d bake for him when he’d had a bad day on routine patrols, or getting stuck at the station with miles of paperwork, or when you just wanted to watch his face light up. You were a shit cook— one hell of a baker— but couldn’t boil a pot of water if it were to save your life.

Lee wanted nothing more than to be the man that got the privilege of taking care of you, treating you the way you deserved. He had a fantasy of you being at home, cleaning and cooking up something special just for him. He’d thought he had never admitted it— but he’d always wanted to make you his perfect housewife— you could tell from how he looked at you when you did chores around the house. He envisioned you quitting your diner job and staying home so no one would have to share you with him. Only he would get to see you wipe down countertops, or brew a fresh pot of coffee, or wear that pretty dress that made his heart pound so hard in his chest he thought it’d come out of this throat if he looked any longer. He knew it was a selfish and silly dream. Lee loved that you were independent and willing to be a woman apart from him, but God, if he didn’t want you all to himself. 

For your upcoming anniversary, you wanted to surprise him and fulfill part of this fantasy. This last month, you’ve been going to the county soup kitchen and getting some lessons from your friend who volunteers there. Starting to become real confident in your skills too, it made you feel empowered. Lee was going to melt when he found out, but you just had to keep it from him long enough. 

Your sneaking around wasn’t a match for the smarts of your Sheriff because it landed you here, staring straight into the eyes of a man who did not like to be played with.

“Darlin’,” he said firmly in a tone you didn’t often get to hear. When you did, you knew whoever was on the receiving end of it was in a heap of trouble. You never could’ve imagined that today of all days, you would find yourself a victim of the seething low baritone. “I had a long day. Now, I’m not gon’ ask you again. Why do ya keep telling me you’re workin’ an extra shift when I’m wise enough now to know you’re not?” Lee snarls towards you, glaring with squared-off eyes. He was watching with such pointed intensity at the gears of your brain furiously turning trying to find your way out of this. “Uh uh, I know that look. Don’t try and lie your way out of this. Visited the diner twice now this week and ya weren’t there when you said you’d be. Where have you been going?” he spit out, annunciating every word as his thick drawl grew deeper. Stalking towards you with clear intent and sending chills down your spine, you felt yourself cowering in front of the man you loved. 

Before reaching you on the other side of the kitchen, he started undressing, removing any sign of his stressful day, eyes still pointed at yours. You watched frozen as he threw the hat from his head carelessly behind him followed by his thick leather belt with great animosity. You could practically see the steam rolling off of him in red hot waves. He didn’t often get mad at you— hell, he never did. But you’d seen the way he’d nearly thrown a man who so much as smiled your way through a wall and knew you’d never want to be on the receiving end of that gaze. Yet, here you found yourself, extremely turned by it— and he could tell. 

“Lee baby, it’s not whatever you’re thinking. Please just trust me,” you find the strength to say at him. His eyes following the movement of your lips with every syllable they pronounce.

“Yeah? And what is it I’m meant to be thinkin’, hm? You seem to like going ‘round telling me things, so enlighten me, Princess,” the blue of his eyes is long gone now. You know that look. Lust— yet filled with a white hot rage you never get to witness. You can’t believe how wet you are right now. Noticing the internal battle you are having he chuckles darkly, “You know, I work hard. Y/N. All I want is to come home to the girl I love and know she ain’t snoopin’ ‘round god knows where when she’s meant to be at home, waitin’ for me.”

He moves so that you can feel the exhale from his nose and mouth with every angered breath he takes. His eyes lock in to yours, filled with an air of aggravation and need. All you can do is feebly shake your head ‘no’ at him, still not wanting to ruin your surprise.

“My patience is wearin’ real thin, Princess. Gettin’ on my last nerve. But okay, that’s how you want to play this. Okay,” he lets out a heavy sigh and grabs your wrists, tracing up the skin to your biceps and he grips them forcefully. “You wanna keep things from me? I’ll make an honest woman out of you. Never gonna have you lyin’ straight to my face ever again.” Lee thrusts you over his shoulder and storms into the living room, carelessly throwing you onto the couch. His show of strength never fails to make you whimper. He quickly removes the rest of his clothing, leaving him in his boxers and turns towards you.

Lunging, he rips the dress right off of your body, sending buttons flying everywhere. You were wearing a lingerie set he loved so much, and you mentally thanked whatever god was watching over you right now that you had the sense to put it on this morning. Hopefully, seeing the baby pink would calm him a bit. He growls at the sight of it.

“Oh Princess, you think you can go around wearin’ this pretty little set under your damn dress and disrespect me in my own home? I’ll get you cryin’ the truth in no time,” he leaves you on the couch and turns towards the hallway leading to your shared bedroom. You hear him rummaging around the room while mumbling angrily to himself in search of something.

He storms out of the bedroom carrying his personal pair of handcuffs he uses on days he’s on patrol duty. You’ve only ever had them used on you once and you couldn’t help but let out the little moan at the sight of the gleaming silver. He hears your little noise and his smile grows malicious, covering more of his face than you ever thought possible. Moving closer towards your spot on the couch, he nudges you over to place himself where you were just seated. Spreading his legs wide open, you can see the thick outline of his very large cock through the grey of his boxers. He grabs your body like you were a rag doll and forces your back to sit between his legs. Grabbing your wrists, he places them around his neck, enclosing the cuffs tightly around them.

You had never been in a position like this one before; caught against the front of Lee with your head pressed right next to his in the crook of his neck, wearing nothing but a barely-there pink lace bra and matching panty, and arms suspended and tied around his neck. He was very intimately wearing you like a necklace; he could do anything right now and there was no escaping. Bringing his right hand to rest on your breast and dragging his other hand down your arm slowly, tracing the skin with his electric touch, you feel him harden even more so under the swell of your ass. As his left hand makes its way down to the front of you, you shiver in wake of his touch. 

“Let’s see how many you can gimme before you give in and tell the truth. Not gonna stop ‘til you do.” His hand teasingly dances over the soft skin of your thighs, brushing lightly over the place you need him so desperately. Your breathing catches as he starts moving the hand that was around your breast to scratch at the lace covering your hardened nipple. The feeling of his nails scratching you through the lace made your pussy throb. This was going to be an impossible test of your strength.

Pushing your panty to the side, he slowly drags his finger up and down through your wet folds. He moans at the feel of your wetness seeping around his rough and calloused fingertips. Growing impatient, you buck your hips up at him and he quickly stills your hip with his other hand. Tutting his disappointment at you, he brings his lips close to your ear and bites saying, ”You like being a brat, huh? What happened to my good girl everyone is always so wild ‘bout?”

He plunges his finger into you without warning, moving at a pace that already has your eyes rolling. His other hand wraps around to play at your clit and you grow dizzy seeing both of his hands surrounding you, working and trying to coax an orgasm from you. He adds another finger as your breathing turns into high-pitched whimpers and brings his lips to bite at the pulse of your neck. 

You’ve never felt yourself moving towards a release so quickly before, but his rough demeanor and the way you were immobile did something wild to you. Adding in a third finger and putting more pressure on your clit, you were seeing stars. Your hips arch off of his front with little success as the weight of his arms pushes you back down. The muscles in your lower stomach growing tighter as you feel your release approaching. “I’m gonna come, Daddy!”

“That’s one. Make sure to keep count in that dumb brain of yours. Don’t wanna have to start over.” You whimper loudly as you come around his fingers with no signs of his relenting anytime soon. His fingers still vigorously flicking at your clit and in and out of your clenching walls. You didn’t think it was possible to feel such desperation for another orgasm even though you barely finished getting through your first one. 

Lee wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. Stilling his pace, he decided to thrust his fingers in an agonizingly slow rhythm that had you burning. Still feeling the effects of your last high, you were unsure what your body was feeling until he put more pressure onto your clit. You screamed desperately craving more, needing more. “Daddy” you whine out in the voice he couldn’t get enough of. 

“Don’t open that damn mouth of yours unless you feel like talkin’,” he said, rubbing circles into your clit just the way you like, wanting to bring you to the edge again. It would be a lie to say that he was still even angry about your lying. He was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. 

You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes at how sensitive you were feeling. The position he had you in left you vulnerable and unable to do anything but lay there and take it. As his hand sped up its vigorous kneading at your clit, you felt an immense bolt of electricity shoot right through your center. Clenching around his fingers, your second high rapidly approaching and all of the nerves in your body disobeyed you, trying to move away from his unrelenting hand. With your second orgasm taking over, your body begins trying to slide down his front away from his hand as much as your tied arms allowed. 

Hooking his thick legs around your thighs, keeping you from closing and holding you still, he growled like you’ve never heard before. “Don’t fucking try and get away from me. You’re gonna take what I give you like a good girl, isn’t that right Princess? After I’m done with my pussy maybe she’ll knock some sense into you about lyin’. And that’s two,” he finished with a heavy slap at your clit. If you thought you were trapped before, you never could have imagined this.

He adds a fourth finger without prepping you first, not that you needed it, and pumps in and out of you wildly. You never felt a scream rip its way out of your chest more freely than it did then. You could feel the rapid twitching of his cock under you telling you this was making him absolutely feral. 

Your vision went black as your body began to spasm uncontrollably causing you to forget why he was even mad at you or how you found yourself in pleasure like this. Letting go for the third time, you needed to feel him inside you terribly. The vision in your eyes still blurred as you cry out “Daddy, please. Need you so bad. Please, Lee— I just can’t tell you please don’t make me.” 

Lee knew two things. One of them being that you enjoyed calling him Daddy just as much as he enjoyed being called it. You always made sure to say it. And two, you would never call him by Daddy and Lee in the same sentence by mistake. You wouldn’t let yourself slip like that. 

“What did you just call me?” he asks incredulously, eyes turning darker than you’ve ever seen them. 

Pushing your cuffed arms up in the air, he turns you to straddle his lap on the couch. “You gonna keep hidin’ things from me? Not tellin’ the truth? Callin’ me by whatever name you want? Good, you don’t need me. Fuck yourself on me. Go ahead, baby. Show me you don’t need me,” he taunts with pursed lips, placing his arms behind his head. You whine loudly at this, the humiliation of the situation you find yourself in making your pussy clench sporadically around nothing. “Look at you, my little slut. Need to cum again even after you had four of my fingers, hm? Go ahead baby, I’m just gonna sit right here,” you were completely exhausted from the first three orgasms he pulled from you and without his assistance or free use of your hands, you couldn’t get his boxers off to relieve yourself. Evil bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

Desperately, you start grinding yourself on his hard and clothed crotch, unable to take his boxers off and slip him into you. Your arms were so beyond tired you couldn’t even bring them down yourself. Tears were freely flowing on your face and you couldn’t concentrate enough to get yourself off this way. You needed him to do it but knew there was no chance in hell he’d cave if you didn’t give him what he wanted. Watching as your body sloppily tried to grind against him, he brought his hand down to your clit and tapped it, sending shock waves pulsing through you and causing you to mewl. The desire to hear more beautiful noises fall from your plump lips took over and he slapped at your clit again with more force. You screamed at this, unable to distract yourself any longer from the way he was making you feel and what your body so desperately needed.

“Daddy, please! Please I’ll tell you, I— fuck! I’ve been takin’ cooking lessons! Please Lee, shit! Wanted to su-surprise you for our anniversary,” you cry out as you feel his cock twitch underneath you. He looks at you with wide eyes, your confession being the last thing he’d ever expected to hear you say. 

“What? Cooking lessons? Oh, Princess… I. God,” he sat there, underneath you dumbfounded, feeling foolish for his outlandish and harsh behavior. Seeing the ice of his eyes soften a bit, you watch his demeanor switch to that of pure love and desire. “You mean to tell me you’ve been sneakin’ off so you could learn to cook me a meal?” He stares at you, awestruck, while you’re still squirming around on his lap, seeking out your much needed release. You nod your head frantically and whine.

“Please Daddy, I’m s’sorry. I’ll be good, promise. Please, just help me.” Wiping the tears from your face he kisses you on both of your cheeks and shifts you to lay on the couch. Getting up, he removes his soaked boxers, freeing his extremely hard and leaking cock. He hisses at the feel of the cool air hitting it but quickly moves towards your writhing body laying stretched out in front of him. He takes a second to look at you to memorize the pretty picture; arms stuck above your head in his cuffs, adorned in pink lace, looking like a damn angel.

“Shh Princess. Daddy’s got you. Gonna make you feel s’good, gotta make it up to you. My good girl, I’ll never ruin a surprise of yours again.” Pulling your panties down your legs, you feel the cold air hit your center and feel a shiver run through your whole body. Lee notices how sensitive you are and can’t decide if he wants to split you in half or get a taste of his favorite dessert. 

Pumping himself a bit, he moves to hover over you while lining himself up at your entrance. Not being able to resist, he lightly traces your clit with his leaking tip. You let out a high pitched whine and he can’t help but let out, “Shit, I love you Y/N”. Sinking into you, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as his cock sinks all the way in. As he bottoms out, your walls already grip him like a vice. It makes him whimper and you feel his hips falter.

“Princess, gotta be honest with ya. Don’t think I’ll last long. Been drivin’ me crazy,” he whispers before dropping a kiss to your lips and starting to move. You both moan out as he pulls out and quickly bottoms out, hitting that spot that drives you wild. As he sets a fast pace, your walls are already fluttering crazily around him. 

You open your mouth to try and speak but nothing comes out. He chuckles a little at the sight of your gaping mouth and he leans down to kiss you. As he speeds his thrusts, you can’t control your clenching walls and feel him stutter as he tries to push back in. “So fucking tight— shit practically can’t get back in baby. Feels s’good fuck!” He reaches his hand down and finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles. Your eyes go black and you can’t see or hear anything but the pleasure you are feeling. 

“Mmm Princess, feel you milking me, shit. God that’s it, feels so good baby. My good girl, gimme another.” As your walls pathetically clamp like a vice around him, you can’t help the scream that leaves your body. The blood loudly roaring in your ears masks the cries erupting from Lee’s chest as he reaches his own much needed release, screaming out only your name in praises. 

With your hazy vision and the faint buzz of your last high tingling through your nerves, you feel like your body is floating. You could pass out right now from the pleasure Lee put your body through tonight. Lee’s hot tongue quickly pulls you out of your daze as it trails its way down your shaking body. 

“Lee what are y—”

“Shh baby, did so good for me. You didn’t think I’d let you go without gettin’ a taste first, hmm? Besides, I wronged my pretty girl today and I need to make it up to her by cleanin’ up my mess.” He winks at your wide eyes and licks a long strip from your quivering hole to your swollen clit and you let out a string of high pitched whimpers and he moves. He groans into your pussy at the sounds you are making and at the taste of him and you mixed together. “Taste so fucking perfect. Lemme have one more baby, know you can.” Your thighs clamp around Lee’s head, keeping him trapped between your legs as your body starts trembling all over. You don’t think you can come again but your pussy seems to have a mind of her own. “Mmm baby, taste so good. Think she can forgive me?” he asks as if he could hear your thoughts.

You whine as he shakes his head from side to side trying to push himself in between your legs further, causing more tremors to erupt along your body. You were so oversensitive that any touch was immensely heightened. Not needing much more for you to reach your final high, Lee was still going to eat you out like this was the first time he’d ever been given the opportunity. As he sucks at your clit he stuffs three fingers into you, curling and finding your soft spot right away. You scream and feel your hips try and get away from the harsh treatment his mouth and fingers are giving you, but he’s too strong for you to even try. Harshly sucking and licking at you like a starved man, he feels your legs gripping around his head impossibly tighter, knowing if you had your hands free to use they’d be pushing his face in even farther than it was right now. 

At the thought of your hands in his hair scratching at his scalp, he groans loudly into your aching core, the vibrations causing a ripple of pleasure to bubble along the inside of your tight muscles. The tension was almost unbearable, you know it was only a moment longer before it snapped. Liking your reaction, he moans loudly again around your clit as he sucks and stuffs his fingers into you. “Come on Princess, all over my face, feel you clenchin’. Come on, be a good girl and come for me,” he says, letting his teeth graze and nip over your sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge. 

Loud cries of his name leave your lips and a loud thumping fills your ears as pleasure envelops all of your senses. Your body is violently shaking as your release coats his face and he wastes no time in making sure every last drop is lapped up by his tongue. 

After your fifth orgasm of the night, you finally feel Lee’s body relax and his mouth comes to a still on you. Softly moving his hands down your trembling thighs, he reaches under the couch to get the key he threw there to unlock his cuffs. Moving you to slightly sit up on the couch and taking your raw and red wrists, he presses featherlight kisses at the sight of any inflamed skin. Rubbing at the flesh of your wrists, he trails his lips along your still shaking body, pressing lovingly across the skin of your neck and shoulders. As movement starts returning to your body, he kisses his way up your neck and to the flush of your cheeks. Feeling you finally relax into his touch, he knows you’ve come back to your body and to him.

“Baby, really. I’m so sorry I ruined your surprise. I feel like a downright ass. Shouldn’t have pressed like I did. I just got so angry because, well,” letting out a hard sigh. You grab his face as best as you can with the little energy you have and press small kisses to his chin like he always likes. He smiles softly, not letting it quite reach his plump cheeks, “The people in this town talk a lot. About us, ‘bout you, and they’re right. Y’know, that I don’t deserve a pretty little thing like you. I don’t deserve the sweetheart everyone’s dyin’ to get a bite of. I’m the luckiest bastard Y/N, get to come home to you every night. Here I am, lettin’ my brain make up dumb nonsense, ruinin’ your sweet little surprise. You don’t deserve that. Forgive me?”

Speaking hushed whispers across the side of your face so as not to tire you any more than he already had, he nuzzles his nose into the skin of your hairline and drops light kisses every so often. You relish in the loving warmth of his soft touch and turn your face so that your mouth reaches the shell of his reddened ear. 

“If our fights end like this… don’t know, Sheriff. Might have to get your horns twisted a bit more often. Kinda really sexy,” you smirk, biting at his earlobe as you bring your hands to rub at the skin of his lower belly. 

“Don’t you go turning into a full brat on me now. Gonna have to make a habit of showing you how to behave, huh?”

“Fine with me, Daddy.” He throws his head back in a low groan and his eyes search to find yours. The smile on your face causes his stomach to swim with that tingly feeling only your presence can bring him. He loves you so much and it’s evident to feel just from how his eyes gleam for you. “But Lee,” sitting yourself up higher on the back of the couch and running your fingers up his arms.

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t you go letting those no good people fill your head with stupid thoughts. You’re mine, my whole world, baby. I’m the lucky one to come home to the charming Deputy Sheriff every day. It’s so sexy to call y’that. Just get myself so riled up thinkin’ about it,” you confess, your fingers following his veins in a slow trail up his arms to the skin of his shoulders. You bring your hands to rest on his broad shoulders, feeling how perfect they fit there. Softly tracing your fingertips against the skin, you drop your head to his chin and drop a kiss. 

“Think so?” he asks with that boyish glimmer in his eye that you can’t ever seem to get enough of.

“Know so, baby. Since you ruined my anniversary surprise, how ‘bout I cook something up real nice for you now, yeah?” you say, squeezing his side.

“Don’t know if I’d be able to watch you cook, pretty girl. Might blow a load right there in the damn kitchen. My own housewife,” looking at you with such adoration, “God, I’d like that. M’gonna make you my wife one day, Y/N. Gonna be the prettiest bride anyone’s ever seen. My perfect girl.” 

You smile up at him with glassy eyes, thinking of the future you and Lee can share. Reaching out for his hand, you bring it to your lips and leave a few open-mouthed kisses along his fingers and palm. Standing off of the couch on shaky legs, he immediately stands to try and steady you against him. A slight blush brushing across his features in guilt at the wobble he caused in your body. 

“Come on baby, I’ll make your favorite. And I’ll put the pink panties back on if you’d like.” He whimpers and follows you into the kitchen, pinching at your ass as you squeal and try to shoo his hands away. For the first time, dinner wasn’t ruined from your lack of cooking skills but from Lee’s inability to keep his hands to himself. 

[mavsstar]

Feels Like Sugar In Me (Finale) - Lee Bodecker

NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI

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

pairing: lee bodecker x innocent!reader

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

w.c: 2.0k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Started?” You whimper with a concerned face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like that Daddy! Don’t stop!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[provokedgoalie]

Wasting Away.

• lee bodecker x reader

• 9. "when will it finally stop?" / 40. "will you shut up for once?!"

• tags/warnings: angst, alcoholism, brief mention of a character death, slight assault from reader, bodecker just being a big 'ol meanie

(note: I pulled up a random number generator & used the dialogue prompts from this post)

(edit: I finally finished this! (oct. 30, '22) Idk when I started on it, but it's been in the drafts for a while oof. ending this was a bitch but I'm a bit satisfied with it 👌🏽)

Lee's drinking started becoming a problem after the death of his sister— that amber colored glass bottle was practically glued to his large hand; at one point, you tried prying it out of his grasp, only for him to yank it back with a scowl on his face.

Then came the arguing, the denial and the defensiveness.

You threw your hands in the air in exasperation, “I can't deal with this shit, Lee. When will it finally stop? You're gonna drink yourself to death!”

“Will you shut up for once?!” he shouted, index finger and thumb pinching his furrowed brows. “I'm getting fucking tired of that mouth of yours running.”

In the heat of the moment, your palm collided with his round cheek— the skin to skin contact was deafening, as it broke the heavy tension.

Lee's gazed up at you in bewilderment as he raised a hand to his stinging cheek, mouth slightly agape in stunned silence.

You gritted your teeth as you spit out, “Now, you better clean up your act, Sheriff. Otherwise, I'm packing up my shit and never comin' back, you hear?”

You left the room in a huff, but not before Lee spotted the single tear pooling in your eye.

That single act brought something to the surface, feelings he never thought he'd experience: hurt, pain, concern— how could someone like you bring about these emotions out of him?

Lee glanced down at the forgotten bottle in his hand, gave it a little twirl by the neck; the liquid sloshed around, tiny droplets landing on his lap to leave a stain— he glared angrily at it, as if it was the reason for his strained relationship.

And maybe it was, he thought glumly. Glancing at the spot where you once stood he heaved a sigh, swiping a hand down his face before resting his head back on the sofa.

He shut his eyes as your words echoed around in his mind.

Never comin’ back.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Arvin Russell (4/5)

Word count ; 3.9k

*Edited

*(Also tw of sa)

“Why ain’t we just drivin’ near the church?” I inquired curiously, squeezing my skirt as I stared out at the passing forest scenery.

The preacher chuckled from beside me. “I know the town.  And I know where the Lord’s spirit is strongest. Won't take that log at all,” he reassured.

I nodded, biting my lip. I fiddled with the seatbelt slightly, eyes glued to the road. Silence fell over us again as he turned left, descending down a dirt offspring. The gravel and rocks crunched underneath the tires, clanking against the metal. The surround forest was beautiful with how the light cascaded across the viridescent grass; I would have to show Arvin sometime.

I could tell that we had driven a few miles in. My ears popped from heightened elevation, but the priest was finally starting to slow. We came up to a crevice, and he parked the car between two rock walls. The area was covered in shade, and we were completely disconnected from the outside world, unless if we were to back out in the car.

“Ain’t there somewhere with a better view?” I questioned, peering over my shoulder.

The priest chuckled. “The Lord is everywhere, even in the darkness.” I drew my attention back to him, eyeing him curiously. “Now,” he clasped his hands together, "pray with me, child.”

Faithfully, I followed suit. I clasped my hands together and shut my eyes. I sighed as the words of praise and love for the Lord flooded my mind. It was that of a honeymoon phase, just like the love I harbored for my Arvin.

Dear Lord, please cleanse me of those wicked boys who touched me. I was a victim and do not deserve to be wracked with the devil’s touch.

I jolted back into reality as something drifted over my leg. I turned to the priest, bewildered, warily glancing between him and his hand, which was gripping at my thigh. He was staring at me so adamantly and seriously, but I felt uncomfortable.

“Is… is everything alright?”

“My child, the Lord has told me what needs to be done. I have seen visions of his miracle works and I know how to save you.”

I bit my lip, shivers running down my siren as he leaned closer. I pressed my back into the cushioned truck my heart racing within my bosom. I gulped down my anxiety as he stared with prying eyes. I grabbed at his hand when it attempted to progress further up my thigh.

“Do you trust me, my child?”

Sometime within my gut was telling me to say no; but he was a priest and he had never been wrong before. I slowly nodded, a prayer rousing in my chest. I clasped my hands together once more, my mouth going dry. I could feel the priest’s body growing closer, the warmth radiating off me. And yet, my body had never felt colder.

His hand encompassed each side of my waist, gliding up closer. The intimacy was odd; I had only been so close to my lover. I wasn’t able to focus on my prayers because of how close he was. I was scared.

“Pray harder,” the priest huskily instructed.

I felt his breath ghost over my cheek. As though recognizing the wrongness in what he was doing, I began to tremble from the touch. A silent scream bubbled in my throat, and yet, I was paralyzed as he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.

When he pulled away, I finally mustered the courage to open my eyes and push at his close chest, which was almost pressing to mine. His eyes fluttered open in surprise, but I could tell there was something sinister in them. But.. he was a man of God. Truly, he was not deceiving me.

“I… cannot, sir. I have a lover. Bein’ unfaithful in any way is far worse than bein’ wracked with the devil.”

His brows furrowed and he pulled away, but only slightly. His fingers ghosted up to my shoulders. “…My child. It is not unfaithful to be touched by the Lord.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “No. It’s just ain’t right,” I pleaded. “Ain’t there another way to cleanse the devil from me.”

“No. The devil is in you. So the Lord needs to be, too, in order to cleanse your spirit completely” he insisted, gripping my shoulders tightly.

Panic consumed me. I pushed at his chest, but he pressed my further against the cushions. He seemed angry by my defiance. “The devil has possessed you,” he shakily fumed. “And it is my job as a man of the Lord to cleanse your spirit whether you like it or not.”

His hands suddenly grabbed my throat. I attempted to scream, but I was silenced by his two hands squeezing my lungs. He straddled me while I flailed beneath him. I grabbed at his hands, tears springing to his eyes. But he was much, much stronger than me, and was able to force me to lie down against the cushions. 

Even when I was trapped against it, and quickly being drained of my energy, he still squeezed. I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this how I… how I died?

The light was fading from my view. My body felt limp, and I was only vaguely aware of his hands palming at inappropriate places. But I didn’t have the strength to fight. Everything around me had grown dark, so I could do nothing but accept my fate.

~~~

Oh, how I was wracked in shame as I gripped the sides of the toilet and released my stomach into it. Vomit splashed against the side and the small bathroom echoed with my retching. Tears were sliding down my cheeks and I was trying my best to get rid of my pain as quickly as possible.

Ever since that day, life had gone downhill. I was becoming more and more sick, and my worst fears were confirmed when I picked up a small pregnancy test from the local gas station and tested positive. And oh, was I ashamed. I couldn’t bare to go to school or church or even leave my bedroom. I didn’t want to see Arvin.

I was terrified that he would be heartbroken and leave me. Not that I would blame him. I was sure I was possessed by the devil more than ever now, but I felt like it wasn’t my fault.

I finally finished vomiting, using some toilet paper to wipe my mouth before tossing it in. I shakily rose to my feet and hovered over the sink. I washed my face, unable to meet my own gaze in the mirror. I felt like a victim and yet, at the same time, I felt so guilty.

I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway. My mother ducked into her room once more after sending me an accusing glare. Did she know? Was she just itching to label me a whore like that damned priest did?

I gulped dryly before making my way back to my room, hands subconsciously rubbing my stomach. At least there wasn’t a bump yet.

I was about to enter my room, but there was a knock at the front door. Arvin. He’d dropped by every damn day and my mother did me the slightest favor of telling him I wasn’t around. She didn’t care enough to question my absence with every event, but she cared about being left alone by a ‘pesky’ teenager. I felt bad for dodging him especially, worried he’d think I didn’t love him.

Because I did. But he didn’t deserve to put up with me when I was touched by the real devil.

I hovered in the doorway. My mother scoffed and darted past, clearly pestered by the incessant banging. I heard Arvin’s muffled voice calling for someone to answer. 

I gripped my door handle, watching with glassy eyes. I opened it quietly and stepped in, shutting the door almost completely. However, I stared through the crack, watching as my mother peeled open the front door.

“Mr. Russell, now, I’ve told you to stop comin’ by,” my mother sneered, preventing him from enter by blocking the doorway.

“Ms. L/n, I’m not here to see you. I’m just tryin’ ta find Y/n —" he insisted, trying to push in by shoving at her arm.

Tears sprung to my eyes for some reason. It had been the first time I’d seen him in weeks,, and I couldn’t take it. I closed to door as quietly as possible, sending the boy one last glance. I could still hear my mother aggressively shooing him away and Arvin matching that aggression, but it quickly died off.

I went over to my bed, my stomach churning. I laid down and curled into a ball, holding my legs to my chest. A few quiet sniffles escaped, and I often had to wipe my nose. The silence inside the room was deafening. 

As ill as I felt, I couldn’t take it. I’d been trapped inside all day, and although I couldn’t run and jump and play, at least I could go on a walk to clear my mind. And as miserable as I was… I’d heard that being depressed affected the baby, and I couldn’t have that.

But I couldn’t go out the front door. Arvin could still be around, since I hadn’t heard his engine start up. I lifted myself from my bed and went over to my window. I slid it open, and it squeaked with age, causing me to cringe. I took a step stool so that I could exit the window with ease instead of frivolously tossing myself over. My bare feet came into contact with the dirt, and a sense of comfort flooded my system. 

I peeked around the corner of the house to the front. Indeed, Arvin was there, leaning against the side of his car while taking a swig of his cigar. A silent call rose to my throat, but I bit it back, feeling ashamed of myself.

I turned tail and began walking to the back. The moment I was surrounded by trees, some of the anxiety from being pregnant slid down my back like an ice cube. I kept walked, listening keenly to every chirp and rustle of leaves. It was like mother nature was walking with me.

I huffed, cupping my belly. I lifted my shirt just enough so that my bare fingers ghosted over the expanding flesh. My feet eventually slowed, and I approached a mossy patch which covered a smooth, stone surface. A sob surfaced to my throat as I sat down, my emotions overflowing. I felt so, terribly alone. And I knew that it wasn’t, but I believed it was my own fault.

I hid my face in my hands, letting loose completely. My cries echoed  in the wilderness. Even though the forest and sun enveloped me in a warm, glowing hug, I was stumped. I was not stupid. If my mother found out, she would kick me out of the house. If Arvin found out, he would hate me for letting it happen. How could I raise a child alone?

My entire body was trembling with agony. I was spiteful. Not just toward that damned priest, but the Lord himself. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t let such an evil man be a spokesperson. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t have given me a lifetime of suffering. If the Lord existed —

Two arms gripped my shoulders. I shot up, a croaking gasp escaping. I turned, only to be met with a… concerned Arvin. He didn’t seem angry, even though I was avoiding him. But he would be. He would hate me, and now, I knew I would have to tell him.

But, for now, I could pretend that wasn’t going to happen. I continued to cry, and he saddled up beside me, pulling me to his chest. He let out a soothing hush as he rubbed my back. I gripped his white cotton shirt, my tears dampening his clothing completely. My heart melted as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

And so, I cried. I cried for a very long time. But, my feelings began to numb and I was getting exhausted from the emotional turmoil. My hands eventually let go of his shirt, trailing to his waist. Arvin sighed grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away, enough so that he could see my face. He then cupped both of my cheeks, a prominent pout on his handsome expression.

“Why have you been ignorin’ me, darlin’?”

A few more tears escaped and I felt too ashamed to meet his gaze. His grip tightened, but in a possessive, painless way. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest. 

“…If I tell ya, you’ll hate me,” I meekly croaked.

Arvin tilted his head, his brows furrowing. “I could never. I love ya, Y/n. You can do no wrong.”

I bowed my head slightly. “You… you were right. About that damned priest.” I paused, noticing how he immediately tensed. But, I mustered the courage to continue. “He took me into the woods in his car to pray and get the devil out of me. I thought I could trust him, but…” My throat burned from a threatening sob bubbling in my throat. “Well, he started touching up on me. I told him to stop, but he started - well, he - he started choking me. I thought I was goin’ ta die. But I - I felt every minute. I just… And then… I just…” 

I didn’t want to cry more. But I couldn’t continue. I forced myself free of his grasp and stumbled to my feet, furiously wiping at my eyes. I didn’t dare look at his expression further, but I could tell he was angry. He rose to his feet as well. 

“Yer fuckin’ kidding me…!” he suddenly cursed, banging his fist into the tree beside him. “That bastard. How fuckin’ dare he —“

“I’m sorry, Arvin,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I tried, but —“

He tore my hands away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him. Although he was angry, there was a hint of despair behind his gorgeous blue eyes. He held my wrists and pulled me into a hug. He gripped my back, burying his face in the crook of his neck. 

“Stop it,” he hissed. “Ya ain’t done nothin’ wrong. That bastard - I’ll, I’ll kill him —“

“Arvin, ya can’t,” I exclaimed desparately. “He’s a priest —“

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he seethed. “That bastard went forcing himself on my woman. Hell, who knows what other women he done the same thing to. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong, darlin’. I’ll kill him. And - and, we’ll run away. We’ll run away from this hell hole, and - and we’ll buy a nice place in the country and - and raise our kid and we’ll be happy, okay?”

“‘Our…’?” I squeaked, a warmth fluttering across my entire bodice. I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling an onset of tears returning, although it was out of joy.

I couldn’t believe that Arvin still loved me.

“Our baby. That damned priest, he ain’t goin’ ta be alive long enough ta see it.”

“But… could you really… kill him?” I parroted unsurely.

“Damn right I could.” He pulled away, cupping my cheeks once more. His thumbs circled across my skin smoothly. “I’d do anythin’ for ya, darling. Hell, when I - I saw what those nasty boys were tryin’ to do ta ya, I went off after school and beat each and every one of them up into a bloody pulp. My pa taught me that ya always got ta choose the right time, and I dan did. There’s a lot of bad men out there, and I ain’t lettin’ one bad guy hurt ya. It’ll be our baby and our new life and we’ll leave this entire town behind. For good.”

“But, Arvin,” I sighed, "what about Lenora? And your uncle? And your grandma?”

“They’ll be better off without me. They’ll understand that… I was doin’ what I had to do.”

I was like putty in his hands. I was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, I could not hold back any further. I pulled this face toward mine and we both melted into a passionate kiss. My hands ghosted over his neck before gripping at his shirt collar. 

He pulled away, and his dazzling orbs were overcome with a possessive haze. I melted under the intensity, hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt aimlessly. His breath fanned over my face and I fluttered my lids expectantly.

“I want… it to be your baby,” I whispered.

Arvin smiled sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to my nose.

“Then let’s make it our baby.”

~~~

“What are you doing?”

I turned tail, dropping the pile of clothes on the bed. Standing in the doorway of my room was my mother. She was staring me down with accusation and suspicion in her eyes. I exchanged glances between the open suitcase and her imposing figure. I was previously excited, but I became subconscious now. I was in my father’s old dress shirt, but a bump was still noticeable. 

By now, she had certainly connected the dots.

“I’m leaving,” I stated, gulping down my anxiety.

Her face fell. “…What? How? It better not be that boy who you fooled around with. That boy’s filled with the devil —“

“Ma, you’re full of shit,” I seethed, turning away from her. I continued to stuff clothing into the bag, deciding it was best to ignore her.

Her feet clacked behind me and she suddenly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me away from my bed violently. I was about to push her away, but my face was suddenly slung the other way. It stung. But it was not the first time the woman had slapped me. It still hurt, though; after all, I was leaving.

 And yet, she was still giving me more of a reason to do so.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me!” she shrieked. “I am your mother. What did I ever do to deserve such a disrespectful child? I have done everything for you —“

“Oh, yeah? Like what ya did to B/n? Yeah, you’re just a grand mother. You’re so great, in fact, you’re the reason he damn killed himself.”

Her face fell. “…What lies are spewing now, devil child? Your brother would be very disappointed to hear you spittin’ such vile stories.”

I snorted, violently pushing her away. All the anger and hatred that I’d covered up over the years was bubbling over the surface, and for the first time ever. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could kill her. I’d always wanted her dead, ever since I was a kid. But never, never had I wished so desperately to do so.

“I never told you, but over a year ago, an officer can to our door. ‘e told me that B/n was found hangin’ from the ceiling in his cell. I never wanted to tell ya, ‘cause my plan was to leave you alone for the rest of your life feelin’ like shit because you’re a shit mother who deserves to die alone!”

Silence.

For the first time, she had nothing to say. 

And she was frozen in her spot, so I took the chance to turn back to my suitcase. I shoved the last articles of clothing in and zipped it up. I heard a quiet sob emit from behind me, and it felt nice to hear. Never had I thought I would see her begging and crying over her worthless devil daughter and son, but here she was.

I snickered cruelly, lifting the bag up. I didn’t spare her even a glance as I walked past her.

But she finally roused herself and followed after me. I went to the front door, but her hand shot out in front of me, blocking the handle.

“Please, Y/n. Can’t we use talk about this?” she croaked. “Just sit down and let’s talk. Why, we can pray together, and the Lord —“

“We had an entire fuckin’ lifetime to talk. I don’t have time for yer shit anymore, ma. I’m goin’ with a man who treats me right and you ain’t ever goin’ ta see me again. I hope you die alone, ya hear me?” I replied, barely above a whisper.

I pushed at her arm and opened the door. Just then, a horn was honked, and I realized that Arvin had just pulled up, adorning his baseball cap. He had it pulled over his seat and was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stepped out of the house.

An arm shot out to my ankle. I let out a squeak and turned.

Never did I think I would see her on her knees, bowing before me. She was gripping my ankle as though her life depended on it, and her hair cascaded her face, which I could presume was wracked with well-deserved grief. I towered over her. Never had I seen her look so pathetic. 

It was satisfying.

“Please,” she begged. “Let’s just talk. You’re my daughter. I love you —“

I scoffed.

And as one final act of revenge, I brought my heel and stomped on her wrist.

She let out a shriek and writhed. I heard a satisfying crack, and finally released her. As a spiteful act, I released her wrist, but also spit at her. Her sobs grew louder.

But, I turned away.

And I left her there.

And I felt good about it.

I opened the car door and tossed my bag into the back seat while getting comfortable. I kept my face blank, not looking back. Instead, I leaned over the seat and grabbed Arvin’s face, turning it so that I could place a kiss on his perfect lips.

“Ready?” he inquired hoarsely as I pulled away.

He couldn’t meet my gaze. And poking out of his pocket was a gun. He really had killed him. 

But I loved him. And that damned priest deserved it.

“Of course, lover boy.”

[multifariousqueer]

Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )

P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅

Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).

TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).

Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,

"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."

Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,

"Umm little girl?"

"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.

"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.

You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.

"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.

Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:

"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"

Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:

"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.

You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.

"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.

"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled

"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.

"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.

"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.

"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.

"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.

6 months later:

"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.

"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.

"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.

Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.

"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.

"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.

"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.

"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.

When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.

Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:

"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.

"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."

"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.

"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.

"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'

"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.

"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.

You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.

1 year later

You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):

"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.

"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.

You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:

One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:

"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible

"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.

"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.

"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.

"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.

"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.

"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.

"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.

"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.

You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.

"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.

"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.

"I don't mind." He said.

[stuckysdumbbitch]

Daddy’s best girl

summary: staying with Lee when Daddy’s busy is not very fun.

pairings: Daddy!Robert Pronge x Little!reader, mean!Lee Bodecker x Little!reader

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, manipulation, implied nonconsensual voyeurism (pictures), ddlg dynamic, cream pie, smut.

masterlist (part two here)

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You were Freezy’s most valuable possession, his little girl. He adored you since the day he saw you stumble into a meeting he had with your father, doe eyed and curious. He made some arrangements and it didn’t take much for your dear father to marry you to his favorite hitman.

Soon later, Robert decided to move to Knockemstiff to work for a man in shady business. You discovered how much you enjoyed being babied and cared for, so Robert became your daddy.

He killed, lied and stole for you. He loved you so much it surprised him he was capable of feeling so strongly.

Therefore it was really confusing when he made you stay the night with Lee; he had some late night errands to do and felt bad about leaving you alone. He packed your pijamas, Mr Fuzzy and your toothbrush and left you with the officer.

Offering you a wide grin, Lee plucked you from your daddy’s arms before he could peck a kiss into your pretty lips. His hands cushioned way to low on your back as he took your backpack and slung the door on Robert’s face.

“We gonna have so much fun sweet thing,” Lee sang in your ear with his thick southern drawl, laying you down on the plushy couch. “What about we give Uncle Lee a fashion show?”

You furrowed you brows in confusion, the idea slightly exciting. Lee plopped on the couch next to you, hands reaching to undo his belt.

“But I don’t have any clothes,” you responded, voice slightly slurred from the medicine Daddy gave you to sleep better.

Lee’s mouth curled into a cheshire cat smirk, hand wrapping tighter around his beer bottle you didn’t realized he had. He spread his legs further, and pointed to the box on the other side of the room you haven’t noticed either.

“Look over there,” he cheered, taking a swig of his beverage. “got you pretty things so you have fun.”

You smiled at this, jumping from your sit to skip to the box. When you opened it, silky dresses in red and pink and your favorite, white, appeared along with lacy underwear Daddy would spank you raw for wearing.

Your jaw dropped seeing how short most of this were, not to mention small. “Not gonna fit,” you mumbled, and Lee felt blood rush to his cock when he heard you.

“C’mon pretty girl, try them on at least,” He cooed, watching intently as you undid your skirt for it to flop to the floor, along your silk blouse. You didn’t wear a bra cause Daddy says babies don’t wear bras, and the only thing you had on were the nappies Daddy put you in after eating you out that afternoon. “Take the pull-ups off baby,”

You faced away from him as you obeyed, undoing the fabric and letting it pool down with your clothes as tears began to fall down your cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you felt Lee’s hungry stare on your naked body. Slipping on the white thong, you heard the rustle of a belt and fought a sob on your throat. You quickly slipped on the light pink dress, with soft frill on the bottom. It fitted, but was tight on your body and clung to your curves.

“Come ‘ere,” The officer commanded and you twirled in your sock clad feet to stare at him. He let out a low whistle, eyes raking through her body obscenely. The meek whimper you let out and the sound of your feet waddling closer to him filled the air.

When you were in arm reach, Lee extended his big hands to palm your hips. You looked at him, teary eyes as you silently begged him to stop touching you.

His dick was long and thick and protruding against his pants, begging for attention. It wasn’t as long as Daddy’s, but thicker.

“Please Mr Bodecker,” you mumbled as he pulled you into his lap forcefully, feeling his cock press against your ass as his hands kept stroking your skin. “Daddy will get mad,”

He snickered at your comment, a hand placed on the supple flesh of your boobs. “No he won’t,” He corrected hastily, pressing the skin harder until you let out a pained gasp. “Your Daddy loved showing you around at the bar; those pictures of your pretty pussy have been passed around the town, he can’t get mad if he keeps teasing about his obedient whore.”

You felt anger bubble at your chest at the blasphemy ringed in your ears. Your eyes narrowed as you twisted around to give Lee a death glare. However; you did remember Daddy taking polaroid pictures once he finished playing with you, but the love you had for him made you blind.

“Daddy wouldn’t do that! he loves me!” you snapped, wiggling to get out of his iron grip. “And i’m not a whore!”

“Oh he does love you,” Lee taunted, holding her flush against his body, excited to see the way she dumbly tried to fight him. “that’s why he loves to go around and tell how good you are, how submissive and compliant his dumb baby is,”

More tears pour out of your eyes as you realize that it may be possible; your Daddy once fucked you in a parking lot in the afternoon in the back of his car.

“You know which one’s my favorite?” He asked her rethorically, but she still shook her head and closed her eyes shut. “The one were you are riding him; your dumb face as you can’t take it anymore, tits on full display and pussy damn full of cock.”

You totally remembered doing that, and the pictures. You swallow a cry in pain, face so close to him you can smell the whiskey of his mouth.

“So we are going to have a little fun or I’m gonna lock your Daddy in jail; either way I’ll get what I want,”

Lee hoisted you into the air, placing you on his broad shoulder while he ignored your cries. Tossing you into the bed on his room, he reached out to push your skirt until it pooled around your waist exposing your waxed pussy (Robert preferred it that way) beneath the white lace. This specific pair had a black cross on the front, giving into the whole innocence look Lee wanted you to play into.

He pulled the dress over your sobbing form, no longer fighting him cause you knew it would be for the better. You didn’t want Daddy to go to jail and you didn’t want Lee to be harsh on you. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine it was one of those times when Daddy came home drunk and was a bit more demanding.

Until a thick thumb began rubbing on your pink nub, slick oozing out of your tiny opening instantly. He smirked at this, middle finger dipping into your tight opening making you hiss.

“God,” he groaned. “Does your Daddy even fuck you? how could you possibly be this tight? well you ain’t gonna be this tight when I finish with you, sweet girl,”

He continued to stretch you until he made you come, the coil snapping too fats for you to even register wetting his fingers.

You observed him nerviously as he undid his pants, dropping them along his shirt and boxers. You tried not to ogle at his naked body, the softness a stark contrast of your Daddy’s toned big body. He’s attractive, making your misery even more painful.

He doesn’t need any stroking, his hard dick pressing against his pudgy stomach as he grasps your hips hard pulling your body to bend how he wants.

Guiding you over his thick cock, tip prodding your slicked hole, Lee can’t stop staring into your tear-leaking eyes. His azure gaze is so intense you keep eye contact as you try to muffle your sobs.

He is in with one steady thrust that sent your back curling against the mattress unconsciously. He hovers over you as you shut your eyes tightly, one hand wrapping around the mound of your left tit and the other diving to where you were connected to flick at your clitoris.

His cock stretches you painfully, touching places you didn’t know you had. As your warm walls clinged to him, your legs pushed against his hips to unplug himself off you.

“God,” he breathed out, hand placed around your tit to grasp your jaw forcing you to look at him. “Such a pretty girl, can’t have enough of ya.”

He begins thrusting once your walls accidentally clench, his movement forceful but slow. He suddenly clashed his lips into your, your panting mouth open for him to slip his tongue in, and drowned you in a heated kiss.

Between his agonizing thrusts, Lee would pepper kisses on your neck and face while he rubbed your tiny nub. You felt your leg muscles tightening before relaxing as you soaked the mattres around two times before Lee gave his final push.

His warmth spilled inside of you, burning your tender insides before he pulled away. He observed with a triumphant smile as his seed leaked from your abused flesh before pushing them back in.

He gave you a final peck on the lips before searching for something to clean you with, resorting with his police uniform shirt and mumbling something about “smelling you at all times.”.

“Cute thing can’t even fight anymore,” he laughed at your falling-into-sleep form when he dressed you in the fluffy pijamas Robert had left for you along with the comfy nappies.

He tucked you gently on his bed after giving you a warm bottle of milk and cuddling next to you.

“Cant tell Daddy ‘bout our playtime pretty girl,” He whispered into your ear, licking the shell and watching you squirm and bite on the nip of the bottle. “Not if you know what’s good for you,”.

You nodded quickly as his arms tightened around you, tears falling as your eyes fluttered into sleep.

[the-witty-pen-name]

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader 

18+ ONLY 

A/N: The photo above does not reflect how (y/n) is described in this fic! This is a reader insert story! It’s just a free stock photo that I found that I thought fit, and was the best out of what was free for me to use. 

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.

See each chapter for individual warnings. This fic is rated 18+ and I am not responsible for the media you consume, but please adhere to warnings and do not read if you are under 18 years of age.

Chapters:

Part One

Part Two 

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

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[kelieah]

another arvin request as you asked love 😌😌 this one is so funny to me i saw it on tik tok 💀 maybe arvin being so comfortable w reader bc they’ve been together for so long but shes trynna like use the bathroom & arvin is trying to have a normal ass convo w her right in the doorway & she’s like hello ??? 😭😭

clingy (arvin russell x reader)

word count: 0.7k

warnings: language, fluff, arvin being a clingy bitch

edited: i feel like this is bad jsdhbfskhf i hope it's ok, the way i was writing it was funnier in my head </3

a/n: i genuinely laughed reading this request, thank you so much for sending this in 😭😭😭

arvin russell masterlist

You and Arvin have been together for almost three years now. You both started dating when you both were 18 and moved into a small cheap apartment when you both were 21. Things are mellow and content now, simply going on with your everyday lives together comfortably and happily. You had to admit though, you thought you would be the clingy one in the relationship but you were absolutely wrong.

The two of you are currently watching The Twilight Zone on a busted television set Arvin managed to find by the dumpster. His body is between your legs and his arms are wrapped around your waist while his head is lying against your chest. You're propped up against some pillows while your hands are lazily massaging his scalp.

"What would you do if I was actually a mannequin?" you whisper and glance over at your boyfriend.

He shrugs and averts his eyes up towards you. "I don't know. Probably kill you."

"Arvin!" you burst out in laughter and throw your head back in reaction to his unexpected response.

He smiles when feeling the vibration from your chest and shakes his head, "I'm only teasing."

"Sure you are..." you retort with a playful manner and ruffle his hair. "Could you get up though, please? I need to go," you begin to sit up.

He lets out a low groan and scoots up, bringing more of his weight down on you. "Go where?"

You whine as he traps you beneath him. "The toilet."

"Why?" he looks down at you with a lazy grin.

You give him a deadpanned look and scoff, "Well, I don't know maybe to go take a shit?"

"Gross, I didn't think ladies do that kind of thing," he jokes and climbs off of you.

You stand up and shake your head while stifling a laugh, "Men. Unbelievable," you tease and walk off to the bathroom.

Arvin huffs and lies back down on the couch, waiting for your return. "Men, unbelievable," he grumbles to imitate your insult.

As you're doing your business, you jump at the sudden harsh knock at the door. "Lord! Yes?" you cry out and prop yourself up on your knees as you sat on the toilet.

"You been in there for more than ten minutes. Are you okay?" Arvin asks while leaning on the wall, facing the closed door.

"Wuh- Yeah? I told you I'm pooping, now leave me alone," you groan.

"Now that I think about it... We haven't been to the market since last Thursday, do you wanna go today?" he asks, a genuine sense of curiosity to his voice as he glances up at the ceiling mindlessly.

"Sure, whatever. Arvin, baby, could you just wait on the couch or something. This is kinda embarrassing," you cross your arms, silently wishing your business would go faster so you wouldn't have to deal with Arvin.

"As if I haven't heard you fart or something," he snorts and shakes his head.

"Hey!"

"We could also go shopping today, I got paid Friday," he yawns and kicks at the floor. "You already know that, but still," he mutters to himself. "I saw you looking at that pretty dress the other day when we were walking around the city, maybe we could go back?"

"Oh my god, Vinny. Yes, sure, that would be great but could we talk about this later?" you exasperate.

"I also just remembered, remember uh what's his damn name again? Jimmy? Yeah, Jimmy boy. Him and his girl are going down to the drive-in this Saturday, they invited us for a double date. Do you wanna go to that?" You exhale loudly and dramatically, hoping that he would hear your frustration but of course, he didn't mind it at all. "What was that, doll?"

"Yes, baby. I would like to go," you place your chin upon your palm, waiting to finish up your business that for some reason is taking longer than usual.

"Are you constipated or something?"

"Arvin!"

"Just asking! Sorry, sorry," he laughs a little and crosses his arms. "You know, babe. I was also thinking—"

"Are you on something? Because I swear Arvin Eugene Russell, I never heard you talk so much since the day I met you and out of all the times while I'm taking a shit!?" you cry out and place your hands on your face.

He laughs loudly and smacks the door, causing you to jump. "I'm sorry, sweet cakes. It's just you're taking so long and—"

"Go."

"But—"

"Arvin, motherfucker, I swear I'll throw my damn shit at you," you warn.

"Jesus, I know you know I'm kinky but not that kinky," he holds up his hands in defense and walks back to the couch.

"ARVIN!"

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