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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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Lesson » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee teaches the reader a lesson.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap, kissing, hickeys, (m receiving), unprotected sex, Sheriff kink, size kink, praise kink, handcuffs, hair pulling, spanking (like a couple times?), degrading, name calling (slut, whore), pet names (darlin’, sugar)

Note: The reader is in her early 20s and Lee is in his late 30s.

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

Header credit goes to @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You thought it would be a great idea to hangout with some new friends you just met, but what you didn’t know was that you were going to get arrested. Now here you are, shifting uncomfortably in the backseat of the cop car due to how tight the handcuffs are.

“Sir, please! I didn’t do anything! I’m new here, I just didn’t know what the law is here!” You pleaded.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t have alcohol on your breath.” Lee says.

“I took one sip! That’s all!” You say.

“That still doesn’t justify your actions. Now, when we get to the station, I’m gonna call your mama and have her pick you up.” He says.

Your eyes widened and your heart started pounding. You’ve never done anything bad. This is the first time you’ve ever been arrested. If your mama finds out, she’ll be so fucking pissed.

“No, please don’t call my mama! She’ll be so pissed! I’ll do anything you say! Just please don’t call her!” You say on the verge of tears.

Lee glanced up at you through the rear view mirror and thought about it for a moment. He turned down a dirt road and drove halfway down before stopping. He shut off his cruiser and got out, walking to your side of the car and opening the door.

“Get out of the car.” He demands.

You got out of the car and stood in front of him. He turned you around and led you to the front of his cruiser.

“Since you don’t want me callin’ your mama, I’m gonna be teaching you a lesson. Now, from here on out, you’ll be addressing me as Sheriff, you’ll be a good girl, and do as I say. Understand?” Lee says.

“Yes Sheriff, I understand.” You say submissively.

“Good girl. Now, get on your knees.” He says.

You dropped down to your knees and looked up at Lee, waiting for further instructions. You watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid his uniform pants, pulling out his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight. He’s big. You rubbed your thighs together at the thought of his cock inside of you.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock.” He says.

You licked the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste of his precum. You opened your mouth and Lee slid his cock in your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag. He thrusted in and out of your mouth. You flattened out your tongue, his cock easily rubbed against it.

“Such a good girl for me.” Lee says, brushing your hair out of your face.

You moaned when he called you a good girl. Your panties were beyond soaked for this man.

“Fuck, you keep doin’ that, darlin’, I’ll let up on your punishment a little.” He moans, tilting his head back.

You occasionally moaned around his cock in hopes that your punishment won’t be too bad after this. Lee’s hands gathered all of your hair, putting it in a ponytail and pulling at it every time he thrusted into your mouth. You looked up at him and batted your eyelashes innocently.

“Look at ya. Lookin’ all innocent, but deep down, you know that your a fucking slut.” Lee says degradingly.

“Mhmm.” You moaned.

Lee degrading you and calling you a slut or a whore turned you on even more and your panties are beyond soaked.

“You’re my slut now, aren’t ya, darlin’?” He says.

“Mhmm!” You moaned around his cock.

“Damn right, you are! Fuck! I’m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.” He moans, tilting his head back.

His cock twitched as his orgasm came closer and closer until he came in your mouth. Lee stood above you, panting as he took his cock out of your mouth. You swallowed his cum and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out and showing him that you swallowed all of it.

“Good girl. Stand up.” He ordered.

You managed to stand up without struggling. Your knees were red and slightly scraped from being on the concrete for so long.

“Bend over the hood and spread your legs.” Lee orders, patting the hood of his cruiser.

You did as you were told, giving Lee an amazing view of your now soaked panties. You gasped when you felt his fingers rub your clit through the wet material.

“You’re so wet, darlin’. Did those boys make you this wet?” He asks as he continued to rub your panty covered pussy.

“N-No! It was you! All of it is for you!” You moaned.

“All of this is for me? You’re so sweet.” He says.

You felt Lee bunched your dress up above your hips and slid your panties down your legs. You looked over your shoulder to see him shoving your panties in his pocket. Lee’s hand went back to your wet pussy, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your soaked folds, spreading your wetness. You let out a loud moan when he slid his fingers inside of your tight hole. You whined when he took it out.

“You taste so good, sugar.” He says, licking your juices off his finger.

You whimpered and wiggled your hips, hoping you would get some kind of relief, but that only gave you a smack on your ass.

“Be patient. Your punishment isn’t over.” Lee says.

Lee teasingly rubbed your clit. You desperately wanted to grind yourself against his hand, but you didn’t want to make your punishment any worse than it already is. He stopped rubbing your clit to line his cock up at your entrance, slowly sliding it in, inch by inch. Your jaw dropped, an inaudible moan left your lips.

“You’re so big!” You gasped.

“You can take it, sugar. I know you can.” He says.

Lee gripped your hips and began thrusting.

“You’re fucking tight.” Lee groans, tilting his head back.

His hands held on to your hips with a bruising grip as his thrust became more fast. One of his hands went to your front and down to your clit, rubbing it in circles. You felt the tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Oh my god! Don’t stop!” You moaned.

“I don’t plan on stopping.” Lee says almost in a growl.

Your hands managed to find their way to Lee’s shirt, grabbing onto it and holding it tightly when his thrust became more rough.

“Such a dirty little slut for letting the sheriff fuck you where anyone can drive by and see.” Lee says with a groan.

Your cunt clenched around his cock at the thought of it.

“Of course you’d like that, you dirty girl.” He chuckles.

You felt your lower stomach tighten. It felt like your orgasm was about to come crashing down on you.

“Sheriff, pl-please let me cum!” You whimpered.

“Since you’ve been a good girl, go ahead, sugar. Cum for me.” He whispers in your ear.

His fingers moved faster against your now sensitive clit causing your orgasm to come closer and closer. His name left your lips with a loud moan as you came, soaking his cock and your inner thighs. Lee wasn’t too far behind you.

“Think I might keep you to myself. What do you think about that, darlin’?” He says.

“Oh fuck yes! I love that!” You moaned almost in a whine.

“Of course you do.” He chuckles.

A moan left Lee’s lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He placed his hand on the hood of his cruise on either side of you. You two stood there for a moment to catch your breath. He slowly pulled his cock out of you and tucked himself back inside of his pants.

“Umm sheriff?” You say, breaking the silence.

“Yes, darlin’?” Lee says.

“Can you please take these handcuffs off of my wrists? They’re tight.” You say shyly.

“Not as tight as that little cunt of yours.” He chuckles.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but you also felt turned on when he said that. He took the keys to the handcuffs out of his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs and took them off of your wrists. You readjusted your dress and rubbed your red wrists as you turned around to face him.

“Can I have my panties back please?” You asked.

“Nope. Those belong to me now.” He says.

You pouted as he walked you to the passenger’s side of his cruiser, opening the door for you. He closed the door and went to the driver’s side and got in.

“Let’s get you home so your mama doesn’t get worry about you.” Lee says, starting the car.

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-Bucky’s Doll

#sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #the devil all the time #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker imagine

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sgt-seabass · 6 months

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𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

pairing — vampire!Lee Bodecker x reader w/c — 100 words warnings — vampirism, blood drinking, dark elements a/n — written for The Basement Spouses writing challenge, with the prompt Lee Bodecker + “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.” this is the first thing i've written in months. thank you to @vellicore for helping me get my muse back and @vonalyn for quelling my anxieties.

The soft flicker of the candle swirled into beautiful hues, the only sound in the room Lee’s soft grunts as he drank your life’s essence.

For something so macabre, having your blood drained by your captor was surprisingly soothing.

When he pulled away, mouth covered in your blood, you became cognisant for a moment.

You’d been his thrall for years. Did anyone miss you? You looked at the candle. How many birthdays had you missed?

Lee cupped your face, examining the distress in your eyes, feeding on your emotions like he did your blood.

A whimper left your lips, and he grinned. “Be good for me, baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

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thornsnvultures · 8 months

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pride

lee bodecker x wife!reader

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, p in v sex, creampie, lee being a neglectful husband at first, 640 w

a/n: something short and sweet for @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event. I missed writing for Lee and wanted to write a smutty little fluff piece for him 🖤

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"I'm the luckiest man on earth."

At first you weren't sure that you heard him right. Lee didn't talk much when he was fucking you, at least not lately. For a while he would just get his rocks off and roll off you, immediately falling asleep while you laid there and stared at the ceiling until you fell asleep.

God only knows how long it's been since Lee talked to you sweet at all. But it happened in every marriage, the eventual slough off into the mundane, right? No more flowers or date nights. No more Lee taking his sweet time with your body like he used to. You almost didn't want to jinx it by asking him to repeat himself, afraid of breaking whatever spell had been cast that brought the old Lee back to you.

But he broke it for you.

"You know why I'm lucky, sweetheart?" His big hand brushes your cheek, turning your head on your pillow so he could see your face. His hips had stilled as he looked at you, those bright blue eyes roaming your face. He was waiting for you to answer.

"W-why?"

Lee leans over you, draping his big body across your back, his belly pushing into the dip of your arched spine, and kisses your cheek. The angle pushes his cock into your inner walls and you gasp, squeezing a groan out of your man.

"Cause I got a pretty little thing like you in my bed, that's why."

"Oh, Lee."

Your husband presses more kisses along your jaw as he grinds his cock into that same spot. You're on fire, your insides lighting up like a fire doused in gasoline.

"M'sorry I haven't been takin' care of you like I should, darlin'. Not when you take such good care of me." Lee's words whispered in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

"It's alright-"

"It's not-," Lee growls, shooting up straight and drawing his cock out almost all the way only to slam it back in with a harsh slap that makes your teeth rattle in your head. "It's not alright."

Lee grabs your hips, gripping your soft flesh as he pounds into you.

"You're my wife," he growls again as his hips set a punishing pace. You can barely breathe, gasping and whining as you scramble for purchase on soft sheets so he doesn't fuck you into the headboard. "My perfect, sweet little wife. With the sweetest little pussy I've ever known." He punctuates nearly every word with a thrust of his hips, his cock bullying your tight walls in the most delicious way.

"I couldn't be any more proud of you, darlin'," he says as he drops to a hand by your head so he can reach under you, reach that aching bud that'll push you over the edge, the one he's ignored for way too long. "Couldn't be any more proud to call you my wife."

Lee's thick fingers circle your clit and within seconds you're crumbling, crying out and shaking to pieces as you come around his cock. Moments later Lee's right there with you, shouting into the nape of your neck as his balls empty, filling you near to burst with his sticky cum.

"I'm sorry I haven't been treatin' you right, darlin'," Lee tells you again when he comes back to bed later with a warm, wet washcloth. "Been so busy at the station and I got the election coming up," Lee sighs and shakes his head. "But I won't let it happen any more."

"You mean it, Lee?"

Once you're clean he wraps you up in his arms, his big hands rubbing your back as you settle into his chest.

"I said it once and I'll say it again," Lee smiles, "I do. Cause you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."

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lanabuckybarnes · 1 month

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Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

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I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

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unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men · 10 months

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Lee Bodecker + Breeding kink:

Going to a friend's birthday, you played with their new baby holding it and cooing at it not a care in the world. Lee however sees all of this and has the intense urge to pull you into a room and pound you until you can't handle anymore.

The thought of you getting large and round with his children just does something to him, he always wanted a big family and seeing you bounce a chubby baby on your leg he almost couldn't handle it. The idea of you nursing and walking around with his child on your hip or arms had him uncomfortably hard, so much so he wants to drag you home.

He doesn't instead he shifts in his seat, watching you play with the baby, making exaggerated faces and cooing at him Lee thinks his pants are going to explode. He can't get over how radiant you look, trying to look normal he watches as you stand walking over to him with the baby.

"Hey handsome when do you want to leave?" He looks up at you watching the baby play with your hair and look up at you, groaning he smirks "Darlin if we don't leave soon I'm going to bend you over this couch and make our own baby" You blush and laughs softly making the baby laugh "Ok come on little menace let's go give you back to your Momma, before you see some adult things"

#lee bodecker imagine #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker smut

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Your Guilty Pleasure

Pairing: Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x 18+F!Reader

Summary: A girl’s journal is sacred. Full of secrets and fantasies that she doesn't intend for anyone else to see. What happens when the person you long for most discovers yours?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, stepcest, daddy kink, infidelity, humilation, petnames (babylove, sugar, daddy), invasion of privacy, virgin reader, fingering, pussy eating, vaginal sex, blood play, very light tones of dubcon, coercion, innocence and corruption kink if you squint, a little fluff, a tiny sprinkling of breeding kink, and Lee’s filthy mouth. 18+.

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Thank you @navybrat817 and @dreamlessinparis for letting me screech about this, and for encouraging my hoe ways, and to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta'ing. I love you all!

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

Dear Diary,

I’m in trouble. I thought it was just a stupid crush, that it would go away eventually and I'd be able to sit across from him at dinner without feeling shy or anxious. It's bad enough that I have to be under the same roof as him sometimes, but tonight is worse. So much worse.

I can hear her screeching. I bet he hates that. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to enjoy the screaming type. Too superficial. I'm such an idiot. How would I know? Like I have any clue what he likes. Can't they keep it down?

I can't stop thinking about him. About what it feels like to kiss him. He's hugged me before, but I wanna know what it feels like to be held by him, ya know? When my mom told him he needed to watch his figure at dinner, I wanted to stand up for him. I wanted to tell her that I think he's perfect just the way he is. She doesn't even seem to like him most of the time.

It's Friday night, and I'm laying in bed listening to my crush fuck my mom. How screwed up is that? Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine it's me he's fucking. It's okay, because it's not like I'm ever gonna tell him or do anything about it. If I can't have him, I can at least have my fantasies, right? I can keep them here. Nobody will ever read this. I'll make sure of that.

I keep thinking about showing up at the police station. Bringing him lunch maybe. Mom never does that. I think about how happy he'd be to see me, and how much he'd appreciate the thought. But it never stops there.

I think about him locking his office door and confessing his feelings to me. How he'd tell me that it's me he wants. That I'm pretty and he's been desperate to get me alone for months. I think about him kissing me, about what his tongue would feel like in my mouth. God, I'm wet just from thinking about it. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me.

Nights like this one are rare. They don't have sex very often. Fucking walls are cardboard thin in this house so I'd know if they were humping like rabbits. But the jealousy I feel having to listen to them makes me want to throw my goddamn journal out the window. I can hear him pounding her. Would he be gentle with me? Or would he fuck me even harder?

I guess I'll never find out, will I? He's my stepfather. It's never gonna happen.

"God-fuckin'-damnit," Lee grunts, fist wrapped around his throbbing cock as it begins to soften in his grip - the pages of your journal glistening with pearly drops of his come, bleeding into black ink.

He thinks about trying to wipe the pages clean, but the ever present devil on his shoulder tells him not to. Closing the journal and slipping it back into your pillowcase, he wipes his sticky palm on your comforter and tucks himself away.

Lee wonders if you know he takes a quiet moment with your memoir every chance he gets. That he gets off to the thought of you touching yourself over him. He doesn't know how much longer he can restrain himself, especially when you turn into a delicate, doe-eyed doll whenever you're in his presence. He has wondered why you always look so taken with him, and now that he knows, the thought of experiencing your body for himself rather than reading about all the things you want him to do to it on paper is too strong to push away.

Dear Diary,

This morning when I was washing up after breakfast, he brushed up against me. And I felt..it. I heard the little noise he made. At first I just thought I was imagining things, but now I’m not so sure. And he called me ‘sugar’ this morning. ‘Thank you, sugar’, he said. He’s never called me that before. What does it mean? I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t want him like..that. But he’s just so..I don’t even know. He’s not like other boys. He’s not a boy at all.

Am I going crazy? I feel like I’m going crazy. Mom left for work earlier than usual today. I think they were fighting about something. I tried to listen in, but I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about. I’ve spent the evening trying to stay out of (Lee’s) his way.

My underwear drawer was open when I got home. The new panties I bought are missing, too. I don’t think my mom would take them. Is that what they were arguing about? Does she know that I’ve been having these thoughts? If she did, she’d march me down to church by the collar of my dress.

I don’t know if I can go back downstairs tonight. I’m not scared of him, I just..I don’t trust myself not to say something stupid, ya know? He’s the Sheriff. He’s not an idiot. Speaking of, he’s been wearing that damn uniform around the house more than usual and it’s driving me crazy. He always used to come home, shower and change immediately. Not anymore. Now he wears it until bedtime. It’s like he knows what it does to me. He doesn’t even take off that stupid utility belt, and I think he might know that I..

The light rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door makes you jump, snapping your journal shut as you shuffle up towards the pillows on your bed. You panic. There’s only one person it can be. Your mom isn’t due home until at least midnight. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the door clicks open. He stands there in your doorway, his thumbs hooked through his belt loops as he rolls back on his heels slightly.

“What’cha doin’, sugar? Been awful quiet tonight,” he hums, narrowing his gaze at you as it drops to the journal hugged tight against your chest. You swear he almost smirks upon seeing it, slowly dragging his eyes back up to your face as he takes a few steps forward. “Holdin’ onto that thing for dear life. You got some secrets in there you don’t want your momma to know about?”

“No,” you bark a little too hastily, and he chuckles. His fingertips glide across the comforter draped at the end of your bed, his lips twitching into a smirk at the sight of your freshly painted toenails. You didn’t choose the cherry red polish because it was his favourite colour, the same colour has his favourite candy. Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you reached for it without a single thought to any other colour on your vanity earlier that night. “What-what were you and mom fighting about before?”

Lee raises his eyebrows at you, shaking his head with a lopsided grin as he moves to perch on your bed. You shuffle nervously, tucking your legs beneath you to keep some distance from him. He’s too tempting. You can’t keep your thoughts under control when it comes to him at the best of times, let alone when he’s so close to you.

“Nosy, ain't ya?” He teases, turning to face you, looking down at the worn notebook in your grasp once again. Goosebumps rise on your bare legs as you subconsciously tug at the hem of your night dress. Lee’s cool, penetrating stare is enough to set your skin on fire. He doesn’t give you the explanation that you asked for, instead humming as if amused, his fingers reaching for the confessional in your hands. You hold it tighter, your fingertips digging into the cover and your pulse thumping in your eardrum. “Since when did we start keepin’ secrets from each other under my roof?”

He can’t be serious. Your panicked eyes flit from his hand, to your chest and back again. A frantic shake of your head has him hushing you, his tone deceptively soothing as his touch lingers on the back of your hand. "I'm not keeping secrets, I swear. It's-it's my diary. Nobody's ever read this."

The grin that Lee shoots your way unsettles you somewhat, a knowing look on your face that has you wanting the ground to split open and swallow you whole. He can't have. There's no way he would've. There's no way he can know. "N-no. You haven't. You wouldn't."

"I won't tell nobody what you've been cookin' up in that pretty head a'yours," he tells you softly, his palm settling at your ankle and giving it a little squeeze. God this, cannot be happening. You should have been more vague. You can't even try and deny that what you've written is about him. It was stupid of you to think that nobody would ever find it. "Gotta say, I'm kinda flattered, sugar. Ain't had a pretty little thing like you go all doe eyed over me in a long, long time."

The compliment goes straight to your gut, warmth spreading to your core as you clench your thighs tightly and hope to god he doesn't notice. But he does. He notices everything, apparently. That's why you're in this predicament.

"I'm not-," you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise-like condescension, "I'm not 'doe eyed'. It's just a stupid crush. I didn't mean it."

Lee clicks his tongue against his teeth with a smile, calloused palm gliding up towards your kneecap. You're frozen beneath his touch. You should move. You know you should move and tell him to get out. Threaten to call your mom and tell her what's happening.

You don't.

"Oh, you didn't mean it, huh? Tell me," he pauses, sidling closer up the bed until he's seated next to your thighs, "what exactly were you writin' when I knocked on your door?"

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and if you weren't holding onto your book of secrets so tight, you're pretty sure your hands would be shaking. You're torn. Torn between throwing all caution to the wind and living out your deepest fantasy and telling him to get the hell out of your room. Your cunt has already made her decision, fluttering and drenched from the slightest of touches at his rugged hands.

"You're not shy are you, sugar?" He asks, walking his fingertips up over your bare thigh as his steely, cobalt stare eats you up from the inside out. Your nipples pebble against the thin cotton of your night dress, and the little groan that escapes from his throat at the sight has you clenching once again. "C'mon. Read it. Wanna hear how much of a silly crush you got on me."

You shake your head from side to side defiantly, gritting your teeth as you grow more frustrated by his playful insistence. His hand settles, fingers nestled at the crease of your thighs and digging into your skin. They're trembling. They want to fall open for him, and it's taking everything in you to stop them from doing so.

"Would it help if I wasn't starin' right at you?" He asks, as if that's the issue. He's not joking around at all, and for some reason, you're almost glad. Even if the last thing you want to do is read a single sentence about him from your diary. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink back against the headboard, thighs parting as you go. "Tell ya what, I'll go easy on ya. You show me what you were writing and I'll show ya my favourite entry, how 'bout that?"

"Your favourite..how long have you been reading this?" you ask him mortified, shaking his touch from your skin as you shuffle up onto your knees and hide your journal behind your back, out of his reach.

Lee doesn't even flinch at your melodrama, instead loosening his tie and dragging his knuckles across the bedspread towards you; the tip of his index finger grazing your knee. He looks you dead in the eye, a look of intent lingering behind those pretty eyes. "I've read every single page, sugar. So ya see, there's no use hidin' away from me now. I know what you've been thinkin' 'bout."

Your mind wanders back to a few days ago, the night you caught him exiting your bedroom on your way back from washing up for the night. Your cheeks are hot, brow scrunching together as you internally debate your unlikely situation. You should want to scream at him, rage and cry over the fact that he invaded your privacy like this. That’s what your brain is telling you to do; the sensible part of your brain, at least. But your pussy? The way it dampens your inner thighs and aches to be touched by him? She just wants his attention, no matter the form it comes in.

Lee’s brows arch in slight surprise as you slowly hold out your hand to him, giving him permission to take the diary from you and read your latest lovesick confession about him. You watch as he flicks to the last written page, a slow, sly smile curling on his plush lips. Tugging on your fingers, you wait.

“Well, ain’t you the sweetest thing. Sounds like that crush you got ain’t so little after all is it, sugar?” He teases you, his eyes scanning the page once more before he flips back a few entries; handing it back to you as you take it with shaky hands. “Now this one; this one’s got me curious.”

You want to sink into your mattress, your eyes struggling to read a single sentence of it coherently. Lee chuckles, his fingers toying with the hem of your nightdress. Maybe he’s drunk, you think. He doesn’t smell like bourbon though. Too early for him to be drunk. The semi cohesive part of your mind attempts to reason your way out of it, but the overwhelming desire to live out the fantasies you’ve been pouring over every night is too strong to ignore.

“Get yourself comfy. Been a while since anyone’s read me a bedtime story,” he grins, and you roll your eyes at his incessant ribbing. Admittedly, albeit in a strange way, it makes you feel at ease somewhat. You do as he says, leaning back against your pillows and stretching your legs out on the bed in front of you. Lee tilts his head to the side, widening his eyes a touch as he silently urges you to obey his shameful command. “Go on, now. From the beginnin’.”

You pull your knees up to your chest, the vivid exposure that you’re about to give him making his eyes glint with anticipation. “D-Dear Diary..” you trail off, looking up from the page to him and training your eyes back down again, “I heard some boys talking at the diner today. Boys are disgusting and selfish,” you read quietly, shuffling your feet against the comforter as Lee nods for you to continue, his fingertips dancing over your shin and causing you to suppress a shudder. “They said-” you pause, nipping at your bottom lip with your teeth as your heart beats like a kickdrum in your chest, “they said boys aren’t supposed to eat pussy.”

Lee lets out a tsk of disapproval, his fingers hooking beneath your knee. His touch is firm and cool against your clammy skin, and it takes every ounce of composure within you to regain your concentration and continue. “They said that they’d never do it, because that’s not what girls are for.” Anger bubbles in your belly as you remember the way they laughed, egging each other on. “I wonder if they’re right. Afterall, whenever I’ve heard my momma and her friends talking about sex none of them have ever mentioned that.”

“Do you think those boys are right, sugar?” he interrupts, moving closer as the heat from his body seeps against yours. He smells like leather and rain, and you can’t help but clench your thighs once again and gulp. His eyes tell you exactly where he’s going with his, devouring you as the silence ticks on.

“I mean, well, maybe?” you mumble, fiddling with the corner of the page and watching as it curls upwards. His arm hooking beneath your leg makes you gasp and Lee’s stare rolls up to meet yours. He doesn’t say a word, instead tugging your body closer to him as your legs part of their own free, and eager, will. His fingers stroke at the damp flesh of your inner thigh, and you whimper at the motion. Any moment now, you’ll wake. It’ll all have been a dream. But your dreams never felt quite like this. Bravery sparks in your gut. “D-Do boys eat pussy?”

“No babylove,” he hums, and the term of endearment has you swooning internally. Lee sinks to his knees next to your bed, pulling you to the edge of the mattress with him, his big hands spreading your legs wide and his eyes hungrily soaking in the sight of your cotton covered cunt. “Boys don’t eat pussy. Men do. Keep reading.”

You’re speechless, wide-eyed and strung up inside at the way he talks, the way he looks at you. Like you’re a 8 course tasting menu and he’s about to indulge. You roll your hips just a little, a quiet gesture of consent should he choose to accept it. “I-I wonder if he’d eat my pussy. Probably not. I wouldn’t even know where to look, having somebody down there. What if it’s not..pretty?”

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ pretty. I know it’s pretty.” You gasp when he curls two fingers beneath the gusset of your panties, slowly peeling them to the side and exposing your aching, virginal cunt to his gaze. This isn’t happening, you think to yourself, mouth gaping while you watch him nuzzle his face against your thigh; dragging his nose across the sensitive pearl between your legs. “Knew you’d smell good, babylove. Sniffin’ those sweet, little panties a’yours just ain’t the same as the real thing.”

“L-Lee..” you whimper, your feet digging into the sheets as your body works on instinct to try and put some space between the two of you. You knew someone had been in your underwear drawer. You’re trapped between his mouth and the headboard, your breaths heavy as he looks up from between your legs. “C’mon now, sugar. Ain’t got to the best part yet.”

“W-would he like the way I taste-oh!” His tongue flattens against your cunt, the sound it makes sending sparks straight to your gut, slick between your folds as your hole clenches against the wet muscle. You feel dizzy, your vision blurring from the sheer disbelief coursing through your veins.

“Fuckin’ delicious. Better’n candy. Keep readin’,” he grumbles, slurping at your cunt and swiping the tip of his tongue back and forth across your clit. The fact that he’s expecting you to continue while you try to remain composed is maddening, but you push through.

“I’ve heard him-fuck-heard him with my mom. He knows what he’s doing. Sometimes I think about him coming into my room at night and slipping beneath my sheets. I wanna know what it feels like to have his mouth on me,” you confess, letting your head fall back against the headboard. It’s too good. Too much. Not fucking enough. Lee’s hands grip your thighs roughly, spreading them wide open so he can get his fill. You whine shamelessly as he nuzzles his face from side to side against your drenched pussy, his cheeks glistening with your slick. “Please, can’t read anymore.”

“Jus’ a little bit more, babylove. Do it for daddy,” he smirks, his teeth grazing your fleshy mound. Your eyes bulge, a lump forming in your throat at the title he’s taken for himself. The title you gave him. Lee presses the tip of his index finger against your untouched hole, circling it and spreading your arousal up towards your clit. “You wanna be good for me, don’t ya? Know you do. One last lil’ bit and I’ll give ya what you want.”

You release your bottom lip from between your teeth, blowing out a shaky breath and doing your best to fulfill his wishes. Even with his lips suckling at your pussy lewdly and your hips bucking down against his face. “I know he’s s’posed to be my daddy now, but I don’t care. I want him. I want him to take my virginity. I just want him to notice me. ”

The air is still, his lustful assault halted as he wipes his damp cheek against your leg, his greedy eyes never straying from your own. “You want me to pop that little cherry, babylove, or are you still gonna try tellin’ me it’s jus’ a lil’ crush?”

The speed in which you toss the journal aside surprises him, but you’re riddled with fiery lust and you can’t wait any longer. Your fingers grip his collar, impatiently tugging him up your body, the soft bulge of his belly pressing against your cunt.

You think of all the times you’ve willed him to kiss you, all the times you’ve secretly wished to be beneath him like this. Your hands settle either side of his throat, looking to him to take the lead as your bravery ebbs away. You can feel him, hard against your inner thigh. “Gotta tell me what ya want, sugar. Ain’t gonna take it ‘less you tell me to.”

You can't speak, your tongue too heavy in your mouth. You want it. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything. The scent of him is intoxicating when he's close like this, his warm breath fanning your cheeks as you breathe him in.

Your mouth collides with his, the musky taste of yourself oozing from his lips to yours; his tongue eagerly seeking out yours as he groans and grunts against your lips. You claw at his shirt, making light-yet fumbled-work of the buttons. God, he's perfect. Just firm enough to overpower you if he chose, yet soft enough to envelop you and make you feel safe.

"Lift those arms up for me, babylove." You do as he says instantly, trembling as he rucks up your nightgown and lifts it up over your head. The deep breath he sucks in through his nostrils at the sight of your tits doesn't go unnoticed by you. The more he looks at you, the more at ease you feel. "Look'it you. Fuck."

His lips chain down your throat, teeth grazing your nipples, one after the other. He makes you feel dizzy. The kind of dizziness you feel when you get off the tilt a whirl at the fair. Like you're floating on air and he's the only thing keeping you out of the clouds. You giggle when his tongue dips into your navel, lips sucking at the flesh of your stomach and leaving a slick pool of saliva in their wake.

"Please, Lee. Did what you wanted me to do. Gotta gimme what I want now," you pout, arching yourself into him as he retraces his route back up your torso, sucking a bruise at your neck and smirking against your skin when you scold him for it. "Please, daddy."

Your hands reach for him as he stands, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders, grinning at you as you ogle his body. You're hypnotised by him, completely enraptured by the masculinity that radiates from his body.

You find yourself looking away when he removes his underwear, almost as if instinctive. You've seen him shirtless before, but naked? That's something you've never dreamed of seeing. "Gone shy on me again, sugar?" Lee teases, tugging your panties down and crawling back between your legs.

"I didn't.. just not how I expected my night to go, is all." He chuckles at your sweet admission, resting his elbow next to your head and leaning down to devour your mouth again. You grind against him, the weight and warmth of his cock heavy against your clit making you keen for more. "Do it. I want you to fuck me, daddy."

"Jesus fuckin' christ, listen t'you." Your hands cling to his biceps, fingernails leaving little crescent moons behind on his skin as you mumble an apology, knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to explain those away to your mother. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for a while now, you know that? Since Christmas, in fact. ‘Member you wore that pretty red dress with the green bow? Fuck, looked so pretty, babylove.”

Lee reaches down, gripping his length in his hand and tapping the swollen, pink head against your cunt. It clenches, and you can’t wait any longer. Your legs wrap loosely around his waist, and you lean up to steal one more kiss from him. “Please, daddy.”

The sound your pussy makes as he slips the first inch in makes you cringe a little, embarrassed at how wet you are - how much you want him inside you. Lee hushes you, stroking your temple with his thumb as he slowly splits you open, piercing through your purity and seating himself to the hilt with a lustful groan. “Tight lil’ pussy, jus’ for me. Be okay, sugar.” You sob as a sharp pinch of pain rings through your abdomen. “I know, baby. S’gonna start feelin’ real good any second, I promise.”

The second thrust brings just as much discomfort as the first, a stray tear rolling down over your cheek. Lee captures it with his tongue, the salty taste flooding your senses when he kisses you. Kisses you like you’re all the air he needs, and everything in-between.

Your cunt barely adjusts to his size, and you can feel it all. The hard ridges of his shaft, the prominent vein at the underside of his cock. All of it. Pain melds slowly into comfort and hurtles into pleasure, your face contorting at each stretch of your walls.

The filth that spills from his tongue is almost as addictive as his cock. Lee pushes your legs back against your chest, hitting an angle that has your body shaking. It's too much. Too much, and not near enough. You don't know what you need, don't know how to ask for it. But you don't have to; because he already knows. "Most girls don't get 'ta come on their first try. Gonna make sure you're one a'the lucky ones. Gonna come all over my cock."

"There it is. There's that feelin'," he purrs, sitting back on his knees and tugging you further down the bed by your thighs. You let out a little moan, panting as his large hands pin you down at the hips; holding you in place as he sets his own rhythm. Your legs feel like jell-o, splayed open and tingling as he admires the sight of your cunt taking his cock; the crimson smears of virtue on his flesh making him grunt. "That little cherry belongs to daddy now, babylove," he gloats, gathering it up on the pads of his fingers before he reaches for your lips, nestling his digits against your tongue. "Bet its sweet like a fuckin' cherry, too."

You nod your head eagerly, babbling nonsense as you hold your legs back for him, looking down entranced as he pounds into you. It's tender, aches deep in your bones. But fuck, it feels so good.

Your first orgasm creeps up on you faster than you anticipated, tight, little ministrations of his thumb against your sensitive nub helping you along as your body tenses beneath him. You don't have time to recover, not when he's sitting back against the headboard, tugging you onto his lap and sinking your cunt back down onto his dick. It burns hotter now, that feeling in your belly that you've already grown to crave.

"Wanna watch you, babylove. Wan' you to ride daddy. Know you been humpin' on that pillow. It's just like that," he tells you gently, his rough hands gripping your waist and guiding your movements. You wind your hips back and forth, grinding yourself down against him as he let's you set your own pace. "That'sa good girl. You got it. You're a fuckin' natural."

His praise urges you on, your hands settling on his broad shoulders and raking down over his soft chest as you rise and fall gently on his shaft, flesh slapping with flesh as his thighs hold you steady. Lee’s hands move to cup your tits, pinching at your nipples and caressing your clavicles while he watches you pleasure him. The look on his face has you fucking him harder, with more intent. You want to drag the same pleasure he gave you, out of him.

“C’mon daddy,” you whisper, and the sound is debauched coming from your lips. He grits his teeth, bending his knees and thrusting up into your soaked cunt. You’re so high, so fucking high on the feeling he gives you. His hand grips your throat, and you preen at the notion, pushing further into his grasp and letting him use your pussy for his own gain. Stroke after stroke of bliss, that newly familiar heat in your gut rising once again.

“Can’t-shit-can’t come inside you, babylove.” Your brow crumples in disappointment, riding him with a new insistence that has him cursing under his breath. The sharp slap of his palm against your ass, followed by a possessive grab at your flesh makes you cry out, a low rumble escaping his throat. “You want daddy t’keep fuckin’ you? Won’t be much of a secret if you got my baby in your belly, will it?”

His words shouldn’t affect you the way they do, the thought of his seed deep inside you, your body belonging to him completely - it’s fucking riveting. He can see it on your face too, and a twisted smirk forms on his lips; sharp thrust after sharp thrust, stretching and molding your cunt to perfection. Lee pulls his cock free, a disappointed whimper catching in your throat. “Stroke daddys cock,” he instructs, guiding your hand as you wrap your fist around his heavy girth and jerk him slowly. You’re not sure if you’re doing it right, but if the sounds coming from his mouth are anything to go by, you most certainly are.

“That’s it, sugar. You got it. Jus’ like that. So fuckin’ close,” he hisses, returning the favour and letting his fingers toy with your cunt, two fingers slipping in and out of your used hole and massaging that tender spot inside you. You could watch him teetering on the edge of bliss for hours. You know he’s waiting for you, know he wants you to feel good. But you’re too focused on him to let your guard down long enough to come again. “Can’t hold back much longer.”

“Then don’t hold back, daddy. I wanna watch you. Wanna see what you look like. Wanna remember it,” you confess, wrapping your other fist around him and pumping him eagerly in both hands. It’s beautiful, his cock throbbing and threatening to burst all over your fingers. You gasp softly at the first droplets of come, licking your lower lip and wondering what it tastes like. He yells out a curse, gripping the sheets beside him and jerking his hips up into your hands, letting you milk him dry until he’s whimpering. “Beautiful daddy,” you praise him, the warmth of his spend coating your fingers, sloppy wet against his stomach.

You try not to look at the clock on the nightstand, knowing your mother is probably due home sooner than you’d like. A twinge of guilt hits you, but you shove it away, determined to enjoy the feel of Lee’s body against yours. Your body sags against his, head resting on his chest as he tucks your head beneath his chin. His arms are tight and firm around you, lips grazing the top of your head and his cock pulsing as it softens against your belly.

You’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to be held by him.

And now that you know, you don’t think you'll ever get enough.

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Finally putting this bad boy up!! Pretty proud of how it turned out but I hope you like it! <3

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18+ content

summary: you get caught with a boy and need to persuade Sheriff Bodecker to not tell your parents

contains: dark!Lee Bodecker, innocent/naive!reader, age gap (reader is in college), dad's best friend!Lee Bodecker, daddy kink, virginity loss, finger sucking (?), a sprinkle of spit/cum play, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, two shots of humiliation kink (entire bottle), degradation kink, breeding kink, hints of fingering here and there, and Lee being a dick <3

word count: 6k

WARNING: This fic contains dark themes including - NON-CON/DUB-CON, possessive behavior, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, and other shit I don't remember. Again, THIS IS A DARK FIC, don't read it if you're not comfortable with it!

Now that all that's out the way, enjoy the next 6k -ish words of pure filth <3

-masterlist-

“You’re a long way from home, miss Y/L/N.”

Blue eyes pierce into yours, your hand fisted in the fabric of your dress as you stare back at the man. This could not have looked worse. You’re with your date– alone, an hour away from the city, in an empty parking lot. And out of all the people, Lee Bodecker just happens to see the car and stop by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong. Jacob was sweet, the two of you haven’t done anything aside from little make-outs in tiny rooms and the backseat of his car, (he was your first kiss but you didn’t plan on ever telling him that). Jacob made you feel good, he had managed to rope you in with his charming smile and smooth words and finally got you to come to one of his games.

The town loved Jacob, who wouldn’t? He was a star college athlete and anyone would be able to see how big and bright his future is. And you? Well, you were just any regular college student out there. You lived with your parents, have classes all week, and work at an old diner on the weekends for some change.

So the look of surprise on Sheriff Bodecker’s face when he sees you does little to ease your nerves. Nothing had happened in the car…yet. You were surely on the way which is very evident in the matted mess of Jacob’s hair from your fingers, your swollen lips, and your flimsy sundress that’s ridden up your thighs a bit. You try to shift in your seat to bring your dress down a little more, but it only hikes the material up further, a wave of heat running over your body in embarrassment.

“Your daddy know you’re out this late– this far from home, with the star quarterback?” You nearly want to cry when he asks. Your father and Sheriff Bodecker are good friends, best friends some would say, and there’s no doubt he’s going to tell your dad about what he saw tonight. Which means you’ll be forced to stop seeing Jacob. What type of image of your family would you be painting if everyone heard about you sneaking around with a boy late at night? You would become the town's gossip for a while, especially because your dad is the mayor.

“We were just about to head home, sir. Stopped by for a bite to eat.” Jacob speaks up for you, seeing as all the words you know have suddenly escaped your mind. The sheriff doesn’t look at Jacob though, his eyes are still stuck on your nervous figure. A smile cracks across his lips, he looks away, head turning as he lightly laughs, eyes twinkling with the golden hues from the streetlights. He works a toothpick between his teeth, taught muscles working beneath his jaw as he thinks. “You think I don’t know what you two were doing?”

You want the leather seat beneath you to swallow you whole when he looks back at you. “Sir?” Jacob attempts to challenge him, but Lee doesn’t take the bait. He taps the edge of the window once as he stands up straight, a hand settling on his hip as the other tips his hat up a little. “Go home, 24,” Jacob’s jaw tenses at the lack of his name and the use of his jersey number. If the man wasn’t a cop and sure to arrest him, Jacob would’ve punched the douchebag. “Y/N, get your things, I’m taking you home.”

Your shoulders sink, eyes wet with tears as you fight them back. “Uh, sir I don’t… That isn’t necessary, I can take her home.” Jacob attempts, but Bodecker waves a hand. “I’m sure you can. You’ve had your fun, son. Have a safe trip home.” Without another word, he nods toward you and walks to his car.

You quietly grab your things, whisper a small, “Night, Jacob.” and leave, shamefully walking towards the police car. You don’t understand why you feel so guilty, so ashamed– nothing happened! You wanted to spew out a plethora of excuses when you got in the car, but nothing came out. You were too nervous and scared to say anything, and Lee’s intense gaze didn’t help either.

Without a word, he drives off, nothing but the sound of the engine and the faint hum of the radio filling the car. It’s like this for a while, 10 minutes maybe, until Lee reaches over to turn the music down and speaks up, “Are you a virgin, Y/N?”

You nearly choke at his question, looking over at him in shock before looking away in embarrassment when he glances over at you. “I uh..” you clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Sir?”

“Are you a virgin?” The words make you want to shrink in your seat, and to some extent you do. He glances over at you again, awaiting an answer. It’d be rude to not answer him and you’re already in a lot of trouble. Your fingers twist and pull at the hem of your dress as you answer him, “Y-yes sir.”

He hums, nodding his head in response. Nothing else is said for quite a while again until you break the silence.

“Sheriff?” You’re slightly turned to look at him, watching as he continues to work the toothpick in his mouth. “Doll.” He urges you to continue.

“Are you going to tell my dad?”

When he looks over at you, he almost coos. You’re the sweetest thing Lee Bodecker has ever set his eyes on. He wonders how you’ve survived so long given how naive you can be, but he doesn’t point it out, he’d rather use it to his advantage.

“You know I have to, Y/N.” A frown takes over your face at his answer, you look back down at your lap before looking back at him. “Nothing happened though, sir.” Your weak attempt at saving face.

He hums, head ticking to the side once before shaking in disagreement. “It was only a kiss.” You insist, mere seconds away from begging for mercy, even if you were telling the truth and he was in the wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you even more stressed about the situation. He still says nothing as he pulls the car over to the side of the empty road. He parks the car and turns over to you, draping his right arm over the back of the seat, fingers tapping the leather behind you. Your heart races in your chest as he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Now, that’s not what I saw, bunny.” He frowns at you.

You feel so frustrated, on the brink of crying. Nothing happened!

You open your mouth to say something but he stops you. “You’re a sinful little thing, Y/N. Sucking off a boy in an empty parking lot miles from home. What would your parents say, hm? They’d be so disappointed.” Tears are now brimming your eyes, the thought of your parents being so disappointed in you strikes a sensitive nerve. You’re a good girl, you’ve never really done anything bad; hell, you’ve never even been grounded!

“Sucking off? I didn’t…” You’re shaking your head but stop when he shakes his as well. “Don’t waste your excuses on me, little one. They won’t work, better save them for your parents.” His index finger brushes the collar of your dress before he pinches it between his fingers, feeling the soft material as his eyes bore into yours.

“T-they’re not excuses.” You further attempt, frowning when he ticks an eyebrow at you. “Are you calling me a liar, bunny?” You nearly gasp, frantically shaking your head. He looks so upset, hurt, and disappointed and it makes you want to cry. “No! No, sir I-” “That pretty little mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking.” He threatens. You’re quick to shut your mouth and he hums. A shiver runs up your spine when you feel his hand slip beneath your hair, fingers lightly massaging the back of your neck, thumb gently running up and down your pulse.

“Think you need to stuff it full, hm?” His hand is now cupping your jaw, gently forcing it open. You don't think your heart has ever beat as fast as it is now, thrumming in your chest like a caged distraught bird. Two fingers dance across your swollen lips, fingertips catching the wet spit. You whimper, attempting to move your head away, but the look that flashes in his eyes has you stuck as he finally dips into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. “Suck.”

You’re hesitant as you follow his instruction, lips closing around his digits. Instinctively, your tongue swirls over his fingertips and knuckles as you suckle at the two fingers like they’re candy. Throughout this, Lee’s eyes never leave yours, and there's an unspoken warning to not break eye contact unless he says so. You’re sucking on his fingers for a bit of time, a few praises slip his mouth here and there and you suddenly find yourself squeezing your thighs. You try to be subtle about it, but Mr. Boedecker is ever the observant one.

“What are you doing, bunny?” He taunts. You give an eager suck and he softly laughs as you huff in exasperation. “Sucking on daddy’s fingers is making you wet, isn’t it?” He coos. You barely realize it when you nod, eyes fluttering as you squirm in your seat. He tuts, moving closer to you and slipping his other hand up your thigh as you squeeze again. “Open your legs.”

You fail to do it on his first order and it proves to upset him, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat as you comply. “There we go,” He praises, the palm of his hand stroking up and down the inside of your thigh, watching as you struggle to keep them open.

“You should be thanking me, you know.” He tilts his head towards you. You glance down to where he’s rubbing at your thighs, nearing your clothed center every time. “Boys like Jacob only want one thing from dumb girls like you.”

You’re a second away from asking what it is they want, the suspense nearly killing you, but he answers for you. “They just wanna fuck you, sweetheart. Use you up and kick you to the side… you should be thanking me.” He repeats, eyes gleaming with a demand. Through a full mouth you speak, “Thank you.”

He hums again, pulling away his fingers to smear your saliva across your lips as you lightly pant. “Bet you’ve soaked through your panties by now, haven't you?”

You don’t answer, tongue chasing his fingers again, there was something that felt nice about it. However, Lee doesn’t allow you the privilege again, instead, his fingers grip your jaw, wet fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look at him, your eyes fluttering open (you’re not exactly sure when they’d even closed). “Answer me, slut.”

The name makes you whine in humiliation, tears welling in your eyes again. “Y-yes, sir-” “Daddy.” He cuts you off and corrects you. You heavily swallow, a wave of embarrassment and arousal washing over you. “Yes, daddy…” You utter.

He pulls away from you and before you can whine he’s already giving you instructions. “Take off your panties and put them in the glove box.”

You silently gulp, face burning with humiliation as you skate your fingers up your skirt and hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging the flimsy cotton piece down your legs. You can’t even look at him as you finally get the article off, shutting your legs as you reach forward to stuff them in the glove box as you were told.

“Good girl,” He hums, you glance over, shy from your dirty actions as he watches your every move. “Come here.” God, your head feels light with the mixture of emotions you have, but you do it anyway, not wanting to upset him.

When your thigh brushes up against his, his fingers find their way into your hair, curling to gently tug at your soft strands. “Unbutton my pants and get my cock out.” The feeling of his breath on your cheek as he speaks has you nearly whimpering.

“But sir, I-“ You’re cut off with a sharp tug to your hair, a yelp leaving you as a shot of pain runs through your scalp. “How many times do I have to correct you, hm?” You whine, thighs shifting against each other, you’re ashamed of the way your body is reacting to his words and actions.

“This sweet mouth is clumsy,” His free hand reaches up to squeeze at your cheeks, watching as your lips pucker and you preen in embarrassment. “Needs to be put to work, stuffed full so that little tongue of yours can’t form anymore lies.”

Your right hand is fisting at your dress in your lap, while the other subconsciously falls onto his thigh, nimble fingers curling around the rough fabric of his trousers.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

He lets go of your face and watches as you take a shaky breath, eyes falling to his lap, his thighs spread with a noticeable bump in between. Your jittery fingers fall onto his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it before doing the same with his button and zipper.

A soft groan nearly leaves him as you reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Your lips are parted in awe at the sight of his prick, hard with a red and drippy tip. He's average length, but is much bigger in girth than most people, Y/N thinks… She doesn’t really have anyone to compare him to.

He nods when you glance at him, scared of what will come next. “Go on, suck my cock pretty girl.”

A part of you doesn’t want to, the fact that this is Lee Bodecker, the town’s sheriff and one of your father's closest friends is all the more reason why you shouldn’t. But the look he’s giving you; not only does it slightly scare you into submission, but it also sends a ping of arousal rushing to your center.

You’re frozen, stuck in place because you’ve never done this before. Making out with Jacob is as sexual as you’ve ever been! You know what sex is, you know what he is asking— telling — you to do, but…you don’t know how to.

You’re about to tell him, but his patience runs thin as he grips the back of your neck and pushes you down, a yelp leaving you as you fall face-first into his lap. And then your face to face with his cock, glancing up at him as he grips himself from the base. His other hand leaves your neck to push back your hair and you slightly jump when he slaps his cock against your cheek, humming in satisfaction as strings of precum smear across your skin.

“Open your mouth.” He orders, jaw clenched as he tilts his cock towards you. His tip swipes across your lips before he pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving him as he eases into your soft wet mouth. The taste of him bursts against your tongue, salty and slightly sweet, more pleasant than you had imagined, but you fight the urge to make a face anyways. He’s so big in your mouth, stretching your jaw so much you can already feel an ache rising after only a few thrusts. Your eyes are still watching him as he groans above you, head tipping back in ecstasy as he picks up the pace.

One of your hands is gripping his thigh, while the other rests against his hip, nails digging into the soft pudgy skin. Your hands squeeze in surprise when he pushes your head so far down that you gag around him, throat contracting around his cock, pulling a deep groan from him. “Fuck, mouth feels so fucking good. Wanna make you choke on my cum.” He spits out.

You’re ashamed of the way your thighs keep clenching in desire, what for? You don’t know.

Tears of joy nearly spring from your eyes when he pulls you off his prick, but he doesn’t take you far, rubbing his tip against your damp lips. “Spit on it.” His words make you audibly whine as you turn your head, a silent plea to be done, but he tightens his grip on your hair, turning your head back and pulling. A whimper tumbles from your lips “Please-“ “What did I say about repeating myself, bunny?”

You suppress another whimper as your purse your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before spitting it all on his cock, watching as it dribbles down from his tip. Without another word, he shoves himself back between your lips. “Suck it, suck my cock, and make daddy feel good.”

You do as he says, slowly bobbing your head up and down, listening to the words that leave the man above you. You’re sloppy, spit and precum dripping down the sides of your mouth, spilling onto your chin and his pants. “Look at you drooling for my cock,” He coos. You feel so dirty. Guilty and wrong for the part of you that actually wants to satisfy his needs.

“Sucking me like I’m paying you for it…Shit, you were made for this.” His fingers curl in your hair, a whine leaving you as pain shoots all across your scalp. “Yeah, made just for my cock. Only good thing that mouth of yours does.”

Without warning, he holds both sides of your head before thrusting up into your mouth a few times, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat before shoving you completely down. His head tips back as you gag around him, your face pushed up against his soft tummy as he holds you in place. “Fuck,” He drags the word out as you squirm against him. Your hand rises, pressing up against his tummy in a weak attempt to beg for air, but he doesn’t let up as he rocks his hips against your face.

Finally, he pulls you off by your hair with a curse, watching as you gasp for air, choking and coughing on the mix of saliva and his arousal.

You reach up to swipe at the mess on your chin, but he grabs your wrist before you can. To your surprise, his other hand reaches up, fingers curling at the neckline of your dress and yanking it down to reveal your chest. You gasp, your free hand coming up to shield yourself from his hungry eyes, but he grabs that arm as well, pinning both hands to the seat.

“You keep your fucking hands glued to the seat unless they’re touching me, you understand?” He snaps. You mewl, eyes fluttering shut in the embarrassment of your state right now. But he doesn’t allow it, his hand reaching up to grip your jaw with a quick order to open your eyes. “Do you understand?”

You shift in your seat as you nod. “Yes, daddy.”

You squeal when you feel a wet substance landing on your chest, his spit. It’s humiliating. The absolute degradation of Lee Bodecker spitting on you like you mean little to nothing has you whining and mewling in shame, but he doesn’t care. He takes his hand away, which is now covered in spit and cum from your face, before smearing it all over your chest, big hands squeezing at your tits as you let out little noises of protest.

“Fuck, look at these,” He squeezes both tits in his hands as you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment, nails digging into the leather of the car seat beneath you. “Maybe I should fuck these instead, hm?” His fingers pinch at your nipples, pulling and rubbing as you squirm.

“Ah! Please!” You gasp, back arching up into him. You’re frustrated with the way this is actually making you wetter than before, even though you keep pleading for him to stop. “If I wasn’t so keen on fucking my kids into you, I would’ve kept fucking that mouth of yours until I came all over these tits. Make you lick it all up like a good girl.”

His words have your face heating up, chest heaving as you pant into the air. You’re shocked when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, humming at the taste of you and him. You don’t kiss back for a moment, but he tugs at your nipples as a warning and you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue in. The kiss is filthy, nasty, and wet, and by the time he pulls away, you’re left panting and dizzy from lack of air.

You barely register how he manhandles you, making you sit back so your back is against the back of the seat. He lifts your left leg, tossing it over his thigh and pushing your other leg so your thighs are parted wide. You want to close them, but you know it’ll only get you in trouble.

“Pull your dress up, show daddy his pretty pussy.” God, you don’t know what’s gotten into you, but another wave of arousal hits you. His pretty pussy.

His pretty pussy.

You’re burning with shame as your shaky hand reaches between you, fisting at your dress before pulling it back, holding it to your stomach as you subconsciously widen your legs, flaunting everything you have to give. Your other hand is stuck to the seat, squeezing at the tired leather as your gaze flickers up to Lee, seeking approval.

He hums, a hand slipping up the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft skin and watching you squirm. “Look at you, bunny,” He coos, fingertips nearing your wet center. You whine when his index finger ghosts over your folds before parting them to watch you pulse around nothing. “All this is for me, hm?” He raises a brow, looking over at you, the hand that’s still stuck in your hair tightening as he forces you to watch as he pets you in your most private area. A thick finger sinks into your weepy hole with a faint squelching noise. “Yes, daddy.” You sigh, eyes stuck watching his face as he focuses on what’s between your legs. Your eyes flutter shut for a few moments as you suppress the moans that want to slip, but Lee tuts in disapproval.

“Look,” He tilts your head down, muttering for you to open your eyes. “You’re making a mess all over my seats, bunny. You’re lucky I’m ready to fuck you or else I would’ve had you over my knee for being a bad girl.” You pant, whining in embarrassment at the sight of your arousal smeared between your thighs and dripping onto the seats below you.

“A-ah! Sorry…sorry daddy.” You manage to speak between breaths as Lee hums, his thumb joining to rub at your clit as he continues to work his finger in and out of you. “I’ll have to punish you another time.”

You can’t help it when you dive forward, chasing his lips in a sloppy kiss, a frown forming when he turns away. Suddenly he’s pulling away from you entirely, tears form in your eyes as you begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but Lee doesn’t do much to rest your spiraling mind.

He’s moving you around again, pushing you to lay on your back and splitting your thighs open before he kneels between them, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock as the other pinches at the skin of your thigh. You’re dazed and fucked out already, too tired to realize what’s going on before you feel him painting the tip of his cock up and down your slit. “W-wait!” Your hand shoots up to press at his tummy, legs trying to shut but failing due to his large body between them.

You’re scooting back against the car door, an arm reaching up to cover your chest as you whine. “T-This doesn’t feel right…” A prominent frown is etched across your lips as you attempt to shut your legs. Memories of your mother telling you to never let situations like this happen. You had thought Lee wouldn’t take it this far. Certainly, he wouldn’t go all the way, especially with his best friend's daughter.

The look in his eyes says otherwise, a whimper falling from your lips, “You can’t, please.” Your attempt at begging is weak, and it proves to be so when he grunts in annoyance, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer once again, legs splitting around his waist. “This isn’t right, you’re my dad’s best friend!”

You’re shocked when his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing enough to shut you up as he leans down, face to face with your tear-stained face. “You don’t know the difference between right and wrong. You’re just a dumb fuck bunny,” His words bring more tears to your eyes, fingers ripping at the tainted seats below you. “You were made to just lay there and take cock like a fucking whore.”

He rubs his prick through your folds again, laughing when your hips twitch from the feeling. “You’re gonna let me fuck you, you know why?”

You mewl, squirming beneath his grasp as he slaps his cock against your cunt. Heat rises up your neck and face at the wet sound of your arousal echoing in the car. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tell your dad.”

“N-” “Yes. I’m gonna tell him how his little princess is out at late hours fucking boys in parking lots. He’ll be so disappointed. Probably ship you off for a camp over the summer-” You sob as he describes your possible future. “No, please no!” You beg.

“Mm, eager now are we?” He hums. There’s no warning when you feel his thick head slip into your tight hole, one of your hands shooting up to grip at his wrist that's held up to your neck, manicured nails digging into his skin, sure to leave a mark. He wastes no time shoving his cock all the way into your tight channel, full and heavy balls pressed snug against your bum as a sound close to a scream wracks through your body.

“Oh, fuck,” Lee curses above you before leaning forward, smashing his lips against yours as you softly sob. The burn is intense, it’s uncomfortable, and if he hadn’t had your legs spread so wide, you’re sure you would’ve kneed him and tried to escape by now. Your lips are still as he kisses you, you’re body trying its best to accommodate his large size as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Ah! I-” You can hardly form words as the pain sears through your lower body. A sharp thrust has you squealing, hands frantic in search of something to hold, one hand shoots towards his stomach in an attempt to stop him. “I-...it hurts, daddy. It’s too much!” You plead, fresh tears rolling down your face when you squeeze your eyes shut. Your entire body is warm, your ears burning so much you swear you can hear the blood rushing through them.

His hand leaves your neck, tangling into your hair as he tells you to open your eyes. You open them, blinking through tears to gaze up at him. Lee has never seen a prettier sight, your lips swollen and wet, face damp and glistening with tears under the streetlights, Your eyes are glossed over as you blink up at him. You’re trembling, mumbling incoherent sentences as his pace slowly picks up.

He coos, petting your hair when you let out a strangled moan. The pain is slowly starting to subside the longer his cock pierces into you and you feel more than ashamed of yourself when you start to feel good. There’s a dull ache rising in your lower stomach as a result of his relentless pounding and it brews a slight pang of fear in your chest.

Each thrust pushes small little ‘ah’s from your mouth, the hand on his stomach fisting at his shirt. “I’m doing you a fucking favor getting you dumb for my cock. Gonna have you addicted, ruin you for anyone else.” He grunts, watching as you struggle to breathe beneath him, lips parted around moans and mewls, chest heaving in exasperation. He can hear you struggling to get a word out, your eyebrows pinched together as your thighs squeeze his hips.

“What’s that, sweet girl?”

The switch of his attitude is giving you whiplash, his pet names for you go from slut or whore to sweet ones like bunny and sweet girl. You whimper, cheeks burning in embarrassment from your next words. “More please.” You whisper. A small smirk tugs at Lee’s lips because knows he’s slowly pulling at your loose threads, tearing at your seams one by one. “More? You want more, bunny? You like daddy’s cock?”

A slur of yes’ leaves your mouth, “Mm. And to think you wanted me to stop. To think you even wanted to fuck that little friend of yours.” His eyes trail over you, groaning at the sight of your wet tits bouncing with his thrusts. “You were gonna let him between these pretty thighs,” You shake your head but he nods. “Yes, you were. We both know you were, you fucking slut.”

You open your mouth to disagree, but it’s cut short with a moan. “Were gonna let him cum in you and get you pregnant. Then what? You get stuck with him for the rest of your life.” Your moans are breathless and borderline cries as he keeps fucking you. A hand reaches up, gripping your jaw, and you whimper, tears filling your eyes. “That’s what you want? Wanna get stuck fucking his tiny prick for the rest of your life, hm?” “No! No, daddy…”

A tear slips down your face, not only from how good you feel but from the words he’s saying. You can’t imagine being stuck with Jacob for the rest of your life. Sure you liked him, but it was just a fling! It wasn’t anything serious yet, and you didn’t quite like the way he would openly flirt with girls right in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll let him get you pregnant. What would your parents say when their sweet innocent baby gets knocked up by the town's football captain?” You cry out at his words and his actions. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry please no, please, daddy.” You sob. At this point you’re not entirely sure what you're begging him for, the lines had blurred long ago.

Lee coos, thumb caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby. You belong to me now,” You subconsciously wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying your best hand at kissing him (which fails when you kiss the side of his mouth and he pettily laughs at you). “Gonna put a baby in you and claim you for myself, hm.” You shake your head, whining at the image of Lee getting you pregnant. He pushes himself to sit back up, your fingers getting lost in the short strands of hair at the back of his neck. “Yeah, let everyone know your mine when they see your tummy swell with my babies. Watch these tits of yours get round and full with milk, fuck.” The image drives him insane, his hands palming your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. And the more he talks about it and the longer you dwell on it, the image doesn’t sound so bad.

The air around you is thick, your pretty moans mixed with his loud grunts and the repetitive lewd sloshing sound of your sex makes your eyes roll, that ache in your tummy becoming more and more prominent.

Suddenly his hand is in your hair, tightly pulling to force your neck at an angle to where your gaze is set downward. “Look at us,” You’re forced to watch where he’s pounding into you, thick cock wet and shiny with your arousal and your innocence as he repeatedly disappears within your cunt. “Don’t we look perfect, bunny? Like a fuckin’ masterpiece.”

Your tummy quivers, thighs shaking as you feel an overwhelming sensation in your gut. “Y-yes. Yes, daddy, s’so pretty.” Your words are chopped and slurred with each of his thrusts. He pulls your head back up and smiles at the sight of you, dazed and fucked out with a sliver of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, baby. Are you drooling for daddy’s cock? Fucked you dumb haven't I?” His thumb catches the spit, running over your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth, watching as your lips close around his thick digit.

“So pretty baby. Never gonna let you out of my sight again. Just for me, aren't you? Daddy’s special girl.”

You mewl at his praise, nodding your head as you continue to suckle at his thumb. You pant, opening your mouth to respond, “Yes, daddy. S’all for you.”

He nearly cums, the sight of you so far gone has his head spinning, but he isn’t done yet. He kisses you, hard and sloppily before digging his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make you loudly whine. When he parts for you, you gasp, squirming beneath his hold as he pistons in and out of you.

“D-daddy?” Lee doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing your sweet voice calling him that. “I-i…my tummy burns.” You’re frowning, toes curling in your shoes as an overwhelming fear settles over you.

Lee’s head tosses back, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you onto his cock like you weighed nothing. “Let it go, baby, let it go.”

A few more thrusts and you’re trembling, latching onto Lee like your life depends on it. Above you, Lee grunts, jaw clenching at the feeling of your pussy tensing around him, soaking his dick so much he’s sure his seats are ruined by now but he doesn’t care. You’re mumbling little thank you’s as he continues to fuck into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy and you’re gonna take it all,” You’re positive there will be bruises where his fingers are on your hips from how tight he’s holding onto you as you mewl. “M’gonna fill you up ‘til you give me pretty babies.”

You’re twitching from sensitivity when he finally cums, pushing himself all the way to the hilt as you cry out, legs closing around his sides. It seems like he’s cumming for hours, hands grinding your hips back and forth on him before he pulls out (and even then, a few more spurts of the sticky substances leaves his tip and paints your swollen cunt).

Lee hums, cursing under his breath when he looks down. “Look at that, baby.” He’s manhandling you again, fingers pulling your hair and forcing you to look down between your legs, grinning when you moan. “See how pretty you look with my cum?”

You watch with moony eyes as the white substance drips down your center, gasping when Lee runs his finger through the mess, pushing it back into your pussy. You sob as he curls his finger once before pulling away, raising the slick coated finger between the two of you before slipping it into your mouth, watching as you eagerly lap up all the cum on his finger.

“That’s enough, don’t get greedy.” He scolds, pulling away as you frown. “Sorry, daddy.” You whisper. Your eyes are stuck on his plump lips as he speaks, but you register none of it, only snapping out of your daze when he lightly slaps your cheek twice before gripping your jaw, watching as your lips pucker. “That’s the last time you’ll be seeing Jacob, right bunny?”

You nod, quickly murmuring a ‘yes, daddy’ before he smiles, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his, loving the way you melt against him, even if every alarm goes off in your head. The guilt is beginning to gnaw at you as you kiss him back, shame and terror of what you’ve just done slowly consuming you.

A final pang of doom echos in your chest when he pulls away and gazes at you, “Good. You’re mine now.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 4 months

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Hi firstly I love your work secondly I have a request about something like Lee cheating on reader hurting her bad eventually she moves on with Steve Kemp and one day Lee sees reader again he tries to win her back troubling a bit and Steve comes to comfort protect her and he scares Lee in unique way (we know what Kemp does for a living 😉)

hello, thank you! and I hope you like this!

summary - lee cheats on you which causes you to spend time finding yourself, leading you toward your new love steve kemp. what happens when the one who broke your heart finds you again?

warning - angst, cheating, violence, mentions of cannibalism.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by a deactivated again:(

No one ever prepared you for the pain of being cheated on, you thought that Lee was the one, having been together for five years. You had dreamt of the two of you getting married, being the perfect little housewife for him. You never expected to walk in on him balls deep inside his secretary, the very one he told you not to worry about. Everything was blurry after that, you could barely remember you storming out of his office, or that he didn’t even chase after you. You didn’t wait for him to come home, you immediately packed your things and left the house, letting him come home to an empty house.

It had been two years since you had your heart broken and through those years you had managed to love yourself and find love again, even though your trust issues would spike at times. From time to time, you would get flashbacks of walking in on Lee, getting stabbing pains in your chest when you remember each painful detail of that day. You stare blankly ahead, lost in your thoughts with a coffee in your hand, you couldn’t hear as Steve calls for you.

“Sweetheart.”

You remember walking in, dropping the freshly baked biscuits to the ground as you watched the love of your life fuck into his very young and pretty secretary that’s bent over the desk. You remember how his head turned and he just smirked at you, it felt as though your heart was being ripped out.

“Y/n!” You blink, feeling a burning sensation on your hand and your eyes move down, causing you to notice your recently bought coffee has now crumbled into your hand as the liquid flows out of it, burning your flesh. “Fuck, Honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve gently removes the ruined coffee from your hold and into the trash before he pulls you over to a bathroom and carefully cleans your hands. “Flashbacks again?” You nod, “I’m sorry, I forgot that, that particular pet name was what he used.”

“It’s okay… It’s my fault.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he glares at you.

“No it’s not, it’s never your fault!” He gently takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips.

Steve Kemp, what a dream he was. You had met him during a time where you were between loving yourself and finding love again. You had been walking past your local hospital and ran into him as he was coming out, gobsmacked as to how they hired such handsome doctors. You even blurted out asking if his looks distracted the other doctors from their job. He laughed, causing your mind to become fuzzy as you stared up at him dazedly. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and through that happiness, you asked him out. Thankfully, he accepted and here you are, staring at the godlike man as he cleans the hot coffee from your hands.

“I love you…” He looks at you and smiles, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing them softly.

“I love you, honey. Now, there won’t be any scars or damage. So are you ready to go? I can reorder a drink, maybe a cold one this time.” You smile, nodding and letting him help you down from the sink. Steve wraps his arm around you gently, leading you back out into the coffee shop and lines up to reorder an iced coffee.

As you leave the coffee shop, waiting for Steve, your world begins to crash as you hear a familiar voice. “Well if it isn’t my little ol’ sweetheart!” Your eyes widen as you turn and stare at the chubby man making his way over to you. How the hell was this possible? He made it clear that he would never leave his hometown. “You’re a hard woman to find.” He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face. “Now, what do you say, baby. You come back home, this little spat of yours has gone on long enough.” Lee’s grubby hands reach forward and grip your arm, you didn’t know how you ever fell in love with him.

“Get your hands off of me! We are over! Did that not go through your head when I left after I caught you fucking someone else?!” You struggle against his hold, looking behind you in hopes that Steve comes out soon.

“Pfft, please. That wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last, so now, Sweetheart. You are gonna shut your pretty mouth and come with me, and then, you will turn a blind eye whenever I go out with another woman. You hear?”

“Well that isn’t happening.” Steve steps out, your iced coffee in his hand. He stares down the man, not flinching as Lee tries to intimidate him. “I suggest you let go of my girl.” He speaks slowly, but clearly. When Lee doesn’t let go, only tightening his hold on your arms, causing you to let out a whimper. With quick movement, Steve steps forward and grabs ahold of Lee’s wrist, gripping it and beginning to twist. His glare sharpens as Lee lets out grunts of pain. Steve leans forward and whispers, “If you touch, look, speak or even think of my girl again. I will cut you up into little pieces and serve you to your town.” Lee’s eyes widen and he immediately lets go and backs up, usually nothing would scare Lee, but the seriousness in Steve’s voice and eyes made him rethink everything.

Steve’s arm wraps around you and he hands you your drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Right, well. You aren’t worth this much trouble.” Lee clears his throat and quickly walks away, and you look up at Steve.

“Did you threaten to cut him up?” Steve looks down at you and smiles.

“Of course, and also you are worth it.” He winks at you and you shake your head with a smile.

“I mean… I wouldn’t stop you if you went through with it.”

And with those words, a plan began to form inside of Steve’s head.

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mavsstar · 1 year

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GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

“How come?” he asked you.

“I had a friend named Garrett–”

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

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

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

“Dove?”

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!”

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

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Put on a Show

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader, surprise guest Summary: Nick doesn't like to share, but he'll let you put on a show. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, slight dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Third day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to Nick Fowler and a surprise guest of @rookthorne's choosing! Inspired by this ask here and as a thank you for the beautiful banner (and being awesome in general). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One thing Nick prided himself on was how well he could read you. Part of his job was to pick up on subtle cues and tells from the people around him. It was only natural that he would use his skills to figure out your likes and dislikes when the two of you started dating. If he didn’t know what you enjoyed, how was he supposed to take care of you?

When it came to what you wanted in the bedroom, he sometimes enjoyed outright asking.

Like tonight.

“Need me to fuck your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

As fun as it was to whisper dirty words in your ear, he preferred looking into your eyes when he asked what you wanted him to do to you. Watching your dilated pupils peek through your lashes as you pressed your thighs together let him know how badly you wanted him. Which is why he wouldn’t settle for you giving him a single nod.

No, he needed to hear it.

“Use your words. You need me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“With my tongue or cock?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the same way it did earlier in the day when he wore your favorite leather jacket. He owned a couple and considered buying more since he knew how much they turned you on. You liked how he looked in his suits and sweaters, too, but something about the leather excited you. He paid special attention to anything that got a reaction out of you.

“Nick,” you whispered when he nudged your thighs apart with his hand.

“Don’t ‘Nick’ me,” he said, biting back a groan when his fingers found his prize, getting them nice and wet. "Hardly touch you and you're drenched. You know exactly who you belong to, don't you?"

Your back bowed when he shoved two fingers in without warning, but your hips moved to take them in deeper. He didn't care if you ruined the couch. He wanted you to be a writhing mess by the time he finished with you.

“There you go. You can take it,” he smirked, grabbing your chin with his other hand when you tried to turn your head away. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”

"C'mon, Fowler. Lemme see her."

Nick huffed as he spared Lee a glance. The sheriff smirked back as he palmed himself through his slacks. The man helped him out of a bind when he was still a rookie agent and they ended up forming a partnership of sorts. He was a man who didn't mind getting his hands dirty. He respected that.

"You're seeing plenty, Bodecker," Nick said as he pumped his fingers.

"But she wanted this," Lee said, unbuckling his belt.

"I know she did. I set this up, remember?"

The observant man Nick was, he quickly picked up on the attraction between you and Lee when you met. The sheriff put on the Southern charm for you and you smiled almost bashfully under his gaze. It didn't upset him the way he thought it would, but he did slip his leather jacket over your shoulders to remind his friend who you belonged to. He was never good at sharing.

But knew deep down his partner wouldn't make a move on his girl and you wouldn't leave him for another man.

It didn't stop him from asking you about it later when you were riding him.

"That's it, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock," he smirked, gripping your hips to stop you. "Unless you'd rather be riding the sheriff."

"What?!" you gasped as he tightened his hold on you.

"You like him. Tell me why."

He was still hard inside you when you hesitantly admitted that you thought the sheriff was good looking. You explained that you admired Lee's confidence and respected his position of power. You enjoyed seeing him in his uniform, especially when he put his leather jacket on.

You really did like that look.

But the most attractive feature to you was that Lee reminded you of Nick. The sheriff was a bit heavier than Nick was and didn't have the same scruff he did, but he agreed that they bore a resemblance to each other. They were also men who lived their lives in the gray.

It made sense why you liked him.

"He wants you," he told you.

You squirmed in his lap and shook your head. "Doesn't matter. You said you'd never share me."

"Do you want me to share you?" he asked, watching you carefully.

The few times he caught you lying, you pursed your lips before you spoke. It was your tell. He never pointed it out to you.

It gave him a sense of control.

"No, I don't," you answered, framing his face. "I'm yours and I'm happy with that."

You didn't purse your lips.

"Then why is your cunt clamping down on my cock?"

"Because I want him to watch," you said without hesitation, beginning to ride him again when his grip loosened enough. "Wouldn't you like that? Showing him I'm yours?"

The way his cock throbbed inside you, he loved the idea. It was a bit of a power move. A way to show Lee you were his and make you happy at the same time.

He made the call the moment you passed out.

Lee's only stipulation was that he got to drink Nick's best scotch while he watched.

"I wanna see more," Lee smirked, bringing Nick back to be present. "You didn't answer his question, darlin'. Almost like you wanna be punished."

"He's right, sweetheart," he said as his lips ghosted over yours. “Tell me how you need me to fuck you or I won’t fuck you at all."

"No, please," you whined.

“I’ll cuff you and make you watch as I stroke my cock. I won’t touch you even if you beg," he threatened, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to make you whimper. "I’ll finish on your weeping pussy and smack it for denying me an answer to a simple question.”

"Not exactly the show I want, but I'd love to see her in my cuffs," Lee said, taking himself out of his pants. "Tick tock, darlin'. Time's a wastin'."

"Cock," you moaned, clenching around Nick's fingers. "Want your cock, please."

"That's my girl. Desperate for my cock," he whispered, taking his fingers out to open your legs more. He'd give you what you needed, like always. "You wanted to look at her. So look."

Lee's teeth tugged over his lip as he stared at your glistening cunt, pumping himself at a slow pace. "Shit, darlin'. Pretty pussy's desperate to be stuffed fulla cock, ain't it?"

"My cock is the only one she'll get," Nick reminded him, that possessive streak starting to show as he released himself.

"Sure she can't give me a lil' kiss?"

"No kiss," he snarled, making the other man chuckle before he leaned back to give you room.

You blew Lee a kiss before you began to straddle Nick, your legs shaking as you faced away from him. It was overwhelming to be at the center of their attention. It was what you wanted.

You'd thank him later.

"Give him something to remember you, sweetheart," Nick ordered as you took in every inch of him.

"You heard him," Lee said, brushing his thumb along the tip of his cock. "Gimme a show."

That's exactly what you did.

Could be fun to visit them again. 😏 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 5 months

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More Than Christmas Cookies » Lee Bodecker

December 3rd

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Y/N taking Lee Christmas cookies turns into something different.

Warnings: Fluff, language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), flirting, kissing, pet names (darlin’, sugar)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Y/N, sweetie, take these to Lee.” Your mom says, handing you a container of Christmas cookies she made.

“Lee as in Sheriff Bodecker?” You asked.

“Yes him. I know how much you like him and I thought it would be a good idea for you to give them to him.” She says teasingly.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m teasing you, sweetie. Now run along and take the cookies to Lee.” She says, giving you a hug.

You decided to walk to the police station since it isn’t too far from your house. You felt yourself getting nervous when you walked inside the station.

“Can I help you, Miss?” A deputy asks.

“I-I’m here for Sheriff Bodecker.” You say with a stutter.

Damn your nervous stutter.

“He’s in his office.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say.

You walked to his office to see him on the phone. You lightly knocked on the open door. He looked up and smiled, motioning for you to come inside his office. You walked inside of his office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk and patiently waited for him to get off the phone. When he was finished talking on the phone, he wrote something down on a piece of paper and finally gave you his attention.

“Nice to see you, darlin’.” Lee smiles. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asks.

“My mama made Christmas cookies and told me to give them to you and I thought you would like to have a snack.” You say, handing him the container.

“That’s sweet of her and you.” He smiles, taking the container from your hand.

Lee puts the container on his desk and opens it, taking a cookie out of it and tries it.

“Mmm, these are good.” Lee hums.

“My mama would appreciate that.” You smiled.

“I have to thank her the next time I see her.” He says with a smile.

You smiled back and nervously played with hem of your dress.

“You got any boyfriends?” Lee asks, leaning back in his chair.

“N-No Sheriff. No boyfriends.” You say.

“Hmm, what a shame. A pretty girl like you deserves to have someone special in her life, especially during the holidays.” He says.

You looked down at your lap, blushing like crazy. The next thing you knew, you felt your head being lifted to look up by Lee’s hand.

“You nervous, sugar?” He asks, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

You nodded.

“There’s no need to be nervous, darlin’. You’ve known me for years.” He says.

“I-I know. It’s just…” You paused for a moment. “I like you.” You say quietly.

“What was that, darlin’? Can you speak up please?” He asks.

“I-I like you.” You say, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He says.

“No, I mean I like you. Meaning that I’m in love with you.” You explained.

Lee looked at you without saying anything. You felt yourself getting more embarrassed by the second.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave. Enjoy the cookies and have a nice rest of your day.” You say, standing up.

You went to walk out the door, but Lee quickly closed it and pinned you against it. You felt your breathing quicken.

“I love you too.” Lee says softly.

“You do?” You asked.

Lee cupped your cheeks and leaned in, placing his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. His lips felt soft against yours.

“Does that answer your question, sugar?” He asks against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Do you want to go get coffee or something?” He asks.

“Yes please.” You smiled.

Lee put on his jacket and opened the door, letting you walk out first. You two walked hand in hand out of the station, hearing his fellow deputies whistling on the way out. The two of you didn’t care. You guys just wanted to be with each other and that’s all that matters.

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sivyera · 7 months

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Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

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⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years

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To Love and To Hold

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Sheriff Lee Bodecker has a perfect life and you are his perfect wife. With his eyes on higher political aspirations, he won't let anything stand in his way. And neither will you.

Word Count: 2,161

Warnings: canon violence, hinted at sexual assault, murder, sexual themes, a little bit of cock warming at the end

A/N: This fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now. It's a one-shot fic and the first time I've written for Lee Bodecker. It's also an entry for @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms ongoing Make It Badass Challenge. We all know I love a strong female reader. Hope you guys love it too. Thank you so much to @iwantutobehapppier for looking it over and the confidence boost and all the fellow Hodeckers for the inspiration along the way.

The night was dragging by. Sitting in his cruiser outside the bar, Lee watched with a sharpened gaze as a group of boys sauntered out the front door. Hooting and hollering as they stumbled into the cool June air, the trio shit-faced as they stumbled towards the waiting car.

With his window cracked he could faintly hear the sound of a woman's voice, the driver, greeting one of the three. “Hey baby,” the man replied leaning heavily on the roof. “Thanks for coming to pick us up. Bodecker’s been sitting cross the street all damn ni-”

Lee tisked as the rest of his commentary was cut off, shifting in his cruiser. Mouthy little shit. As if he wanted to be here, sitting outside in a cold June rain waiting to pop a DUI. Maybe get a little puke on his shoes? As if this was his dream night.

Soon enough he’d be wearing that monkey suit, waving at constituents; maybe holding a couple of babies and making some promises he couldn’t keep. At least he could have you by his side for that. He’d set his sights small, make a run for state representative. Get a taste of real politics and see if it stuck.

As a matter of fact, he was damn sure his little dream would have never gotten off the ground if it hadn’t been for you. You, his darling and doting wife. You’d become a shining star in the community, running his campaign, talking to all the right people, steering him with all the mastery of a Capitan steering a ship.

The only reason he was up in the poles was because of you.

Sighing he rubbed a hand over his face, the day's stubble scraping over his fingers. He’d have to shave before tomorrow's planned speech and meet and greet. Though he was pretty sure you’d love the stubble the moment he walked in the door after his shift tonight.

Sometimes it felt just like yesterday when he’d first met you. Fresh-faced out of the academy and wearing the uniform felt good, the fit had been right back then. Of course, that was before he’d gotten a taste for the pies at Flo’s and before you’d simultaneously stole his soul and cut him to ribbons with that silver tongue of yours.

Sure people gave him a hard time for mooning over a woman who wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But that’s why he loved you even more. You knew he could be more and believed in him more than anyone.

Fuck, Lee loved you more than anything.

The radio in his car crackled to life, “Base, calling Car Twelve-Twenty-three.”

Picking up the mic from the hold on the dash Lee held down the button, “Twelve-Twenty-three, go ahead.”

“Sheriff you’re wife called just now,” came the overly bored voice of his night dispatcher, Roz.

A grin pulled at Lee's lips as he pressed the button on the walkie again, “And what did the Missus have to say?”

The radio crackled again before Roz’s voice came back, “Said, “The pot roast is getting cold and that you better hurry home if you want any.”

Pot roast? It’s not Sunday. You don't cook…

Lee's blood ran cold, blue eyes widened as the private code between you set off warning bells in his head. With a trembling hand, he pressed down on the CB once more. “Looks like I should be heading home then,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice even. “Twelve-Twenty-three signing out.”

“Have a good night Sheriff,” Roz echoed over the radio.

Starting up his cruiser Lee tore out of the gravel driveway. Kicking up rocks as he joined the pavement, tires screeching as he sped towards home. The leather squeaked under his iron-fisted grip as he turned corners and passed houses in a blur.

The cruiser came to a screeching halt a the end of the driveway, Lee's feet hit the pavement as the vehicle jerked into park. He drew his gun the moment he exited, pulling back the hammer on the pistol and ready. Taking the front porch steps two at a time his keen eye-catching the pitcher of lemonade and glass with your lipstick still on the rim in the darkness.

Something was wrong.

Entering the house Lee was careful. Putting enough pressure on the squeaky door hinge he’d not gotten around to fixing and dodging the floor creaks in the old home. Dipping through the dark living room and down the hall towards the bright kitchen. It was deathly quiet and his heart beat wildly against his ribs as he drew in a breath before ducking around the corner.

Pistol pointed at the man he vaguely recognized seated at your kitchen table.

Lee slowly realized the horror of what he’d walked into.

The man sat slumped in the chair at the dining table was Samuel Kent, a reporter for the downstate paper who he’d had the displeasure of meeting in person two days ago. His blue leisure suit was rumpled and now stained crimson as blood slowly oozed from the gaping gash on his neck. Dark eyes glazed over and horn-rimmed glasses askew on his face, blood dripped from his parted and gasping lips.

Holstering his weapon Lee’s shoes skirted the pool of blood forming off the pristine white lace table cloth as he looked at you. Still as a statue sitting across from the corpse.

Your crystal clear eyes staring, unblinking, at the man opposite. Clutched in your hand was the sandwich knife, the tip glimmering with blood as you sat frozen over the fine china tea set. “Kitten,” Lee tested, voice gentile but strained as he slowly approached you. “Kitty, what happened?”

You were still. Unblinking and unable to look away from the whey-faced man, “He was going to talk.” The harsh whisper fell from your lips as tears began to fill your crystal-clear eyes. “He was going to expose us. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let him muddy our name. Not now.”

“Kitty,” he asked again, his breath catching the moment your eyes flicked over to him with a coldness he recognized. “Tell me what happened.”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, your sorrow and shock-filled eyes drifting back to Kent before hardening again. Lee felt a stone sinking in his stomach with that look.

“He knew about the Williams boys,” the words whispered from your lips, so quiet in the silence of the kitchen Lee was unsure he’d even heard you. “Said he was going to expose you for covering up what happened to them. That it wasn’t a wild animal. That he had enough to prove that you covered it up when you were a deputy still. That there might have been others who disappeared around town. He was going to tell everyone.”

The Williams boys.

Lee should have known the spector of those three men would appear in your lives again. It had been like this then too. The blood. The carnage. He can still remember you standing holding the knife in your hand. Dress tore your lip fat and cut open with that sinister gleeful smile spreading on your perfect lips.

Perfect lips he’d fallen in love with.

Swallowing hard, Lee crouched beside you. His knees hit the linoleum floor before reaching up and swiping away the few tears that managed to fall. Inwardly cursing himself for not taking action sooner. Like the fool, he was he’d thought that there would be time to handle this.

“I’m so sorry Kitten,” he comforted, before recalling the bristling conversation he’d had with the man two days ago.

Kent sat in his office, a smug grin on his face and a cocky tilt to his head. “I wonder how Mrs. Bodecker would react to that kind of news,” he smirked, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses further up his nose. “Knowing her husband is nothing more than a dirty cop and a dirty politician.”

That struck an immediate chord with him, “Stay the hell away from my wife!”

Spittle flew from Lee's mouth as he stood from his desk, the office nowhere near soundproof as his secretary looked up from her paperwork to the red-faced sheriff.

Samuel Kent still looked as cool and composed as ever, a sly smile forming on his lips as he dusted off his pants before standing. “Well, now that’s not quite the reaction I was expecting. You’ll be hearing from me again Sheriff.”

“I mean it Kent,” Lee warned, his expression menacing as the man left his office. “Stay away from my wife.”

Looking up into your glistening eyes, Lee tried his best to comfort you. “I warned him, Kitty. I really did.”

Swallowing hard his gaze drifted over to your hand still clutching the bloody knife, wrapping his fingers around yours before the knife clattered to the table. With a broken sob, you fell into his arms and cried, burying your face into his neck as he began soothing you with soft whispers.

His focus was solely on getting you out of this, he’d done it before. Comforted you after the Williams boys. After that drifter, Harold Britt came to town and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then the farmer Samuel Holster disappeared after pinching you in the diner one too many times and you’d come to him covered with blood and dirt.

Lee had done this many times before. Sat on his knees before you, giving you the comfort you needed. Soothing your fragmented soul and frayed nerves with his own stained and blackened heart.

“Lee,” you whispered wetly against his ear after your crying had slowed. Your tongue licked over the shell, teeth catching the lobe as a groan caught in his throat. He could feel your hand slipping down over his tummy and cupping his already hard cock through his pants.

“Kitty,” he rumbled, stubble scraping against your cheek before your lips caught his in a sloppy and messy kiss.

Your tongue thrust into his mouth just as your body surged against his and Lee returned it in full force. Tasting your lipstick and the tang of the rose tea you only served to guests you hated, his hand slipped up to your cheek. Trying in vain to wrestle control back as your mouth plundered his. Tongue stroking, biting at his lips one second before pressing a sweet as sin kiss against him.

Breath fanning over his face you whimpered, “Help me. Please, Sheriff.”

“Yeah,” he agreed against your mouth with a grunt. “I’ll help you, Kitty.”

His dick was rock hard and the way you were grinding on his hips made his knees ache against the floor, but he didn’t care. His large warm hands slid up over your back as he laid you down onto the spotless kitchen floor, pushing away the chair you’d been sitting in with a squeak.

Shedding his jacket and loosening his tie, Lee's blue eyes looked down on you as your fingers began unsnapping the buttons on your dress. Exposing your breasts, nestled perfectly in the lace trim bra. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight, ready to bury his face into your cleavage as his own hands started fumbling with the belt and zip on his slacks.

Freeing his cock the head leaked against the soft floral print of your dress before his hands slipped up your bare thighs. Fingers warm and caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before pulling them off along with your shoes, one hand gripped your calf, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle before you wrapped it around his waist.

Lee was absolutely gone for you.

The way you’d sigh as he gripped his fat cock in one hand, rubbing the head against your damp pussy before raising your hips for him. Eagar to take him, Lee licked his fingers briefly before pressing the spit-soaked digits against you earning a soft moan. Slipping and sliding against your entrance he drew a shuddering breath as he pressed forward at the same time.

A moan rattled out of your lungs as Lee covered your body with his own, one hand on your hip to hold you still as he loomed over you braced on his forearm. Kissing you deeply, tongue stroking against yours as your arms pulled him in.

“No more Pepsi cups,” you whispered against his lips.

The sure baritone in your voice made Lee's dick jump inside of you. Looking down into your eyes you looked vulnerable, innocent, and naive when you were anything but. There was a reason that he’d helped you cover up the Williams boys and all the others. It was the same reason he’d help you cover up this one too.

“No more Pepsi cups,” he vowed, thrusting into you roughly on the kitchen floor as a deep moan spilled from your lips.

Lee loved you more than he did himself.

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