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Imagine being softdark!Lee's little housewife and getting your period and he gets soooooo protective of you esp. in public and when you're both alone and you're in pain and he's heard that pleasure can fix that sooooo....

AaaaAAAAAAH YES. It's been so long since I wrote for Lee. I need more Lee thots hehe

Home Remedies

Summary: When your period comes with a vengeance, Lee is quick to dote on you. But when the regular methods of pain relief seem to be failing you, Lee suggests another way to make you feel better.

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby doll, baby, nothing crazy), period sex, bleeding (obvi), Lee being Lee which is naturally darker but still very loving, brief mentions of force feeding, dry humping, Lee coming in his pants, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone.

A/N: Holy crap, I accidentally wrote a fic! Look at me go! This was supposed to be short but it turned out to be a full length fic! I'm honestly so surprised and proud of myself. I hope you enjoy it! Hehe let me know how you feel! Comments and reblogs are always welcome! 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Lee made it a point to track your cycle, it made life easier for the both of you. He knew when your attitude was less than agreeable that your monthly was just round the corner, which helped him keep a level head most of the time. He knew when you'd burst into tears because you were out of lemons and he forgot to pick them up from the store, that your monthly was approaching. As much as it drove him up the walls to have you all over the place, he knew there was no avoiding it. Just as there was no avoiding the itch deep inside him to watch over you.

On a good day, Lee had a hard time leaving you at home by yourself. The worry that someone might break in, or something might happen while he's gone lived permanently in the back of his head. No matter how many times that you tell him that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, Lee had a hard time buying it. He just wants to make sure you're safe, that's all.

So when you're curled up in bed way past the time you normally get up, that need to hover around you comes back full swing. You were certain there was a knife in your abdomen, and it was slowly but surely cutting its way through your insides. You were flushed hot, but felt annoyingly chilly at the same time. After 20 minutes of wrestling with the blankets you found a position that didn't hurt.

"Babydoll?" You hear Lee's groggy voice laced with concern from behind you. "You feelin' ok?"

"Cramps," is all you could say through the discomfort. Lee clocked the pained whine in your voice and the waves of tension that radiated off of you immediately.

"Period come early, or your tummy?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, ready to get whatever you needed.

"Period," you grumble softly. He grunts in acknowledgement and makes his way towards the medicine cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and a cool washcloth for your forehead, he could feel the heat emanating from you.

"Here you go, honey," he whispers as he hands you the two pills and the glass of water you keep by your bedside. You swallow them down with some effort, the water settling in your stomach makes you nauseated.

"Thanks," you sigh as he sets the half empty cup down and eases the damp washcloth across your heated skin.

"Y'welcome," he whispers and mozies his way downstairs, ready to call Ida at the station to tell her that he won't be in today. He comes back to bed less than 10 minutes later, lightly buttered toast and a small plate of fruit in hand. You sigh when you see the food, knowing that it's a lot easier to just eat the food rather than argue with him about it. Last time you did, he sat there and basically forced the slices if oranges down your throat. Lesson learned.

Once Lee was satisfied with the amount of food you'd eaten, he tucked you back into bed, this time setting a red towel beneath you to catch any excess blood.

"There you go," he presses a kiss to your face and straightens up, "if y'need anythin', you tell me, alright?"

"I will, honey, thank you," you smile up at him softly. While he still was the rough and burly sheriff of Knockemstiff, you couldn't deny the fact that he loved you to pieces. He gave you that boyish smile that he knows you love so much, and went about his way.

Your little nap lasted for about an hour before the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dull ache was now replaced with piercing pains that shot through you. Deep groans pulled their way from your throat as you writhe in your spot, unwanting to move too much.

"What's the matter?" a concerned Lee ask from the door, your pained groans having alerted him. Unable to answer him, he crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, still in his pajama pants and undershirt. "Is it bad? Want more pills?"

"N-Nooo," you whimper with a shake of your head, you knew they'd do nothing to quell the pain in your abdomen.

"What do you need, honey? Tell me," he sighs softly, his face pinched in pain, mirroring your own grimace. Seeing you like this definitely did a number on him. "Hm?"

"Don't know," you mumble, frustrated that you have no clue what could possibly make this better.

"Wanna try something? I heard it's supposed t'help make everything better," he says, a playful yet caring glint in his eye. He can tell he has your attention now, that you're just desperate enough to want relief no matter how you got it. "They say that gettin' off helps relax the muscles that are crampin', helps you relax. Don't that sound nice?"

Lee tucks a strand of your hair behind your head, smiling when you nuzzle into his palm on instinct. He read about it months ago and was just waiting for the opportunity to put it to the test. Now all he has to do is get you to agree, which he knows is going to be a piece of cake. He watches as you chew over his proposition.

"Gettin' off?" You ask softly, looking up at your husband.

"Yes, babydoll," he leans in closer with a soft nod, slowly but surely moving to hover over you, "gettin' you off... makin' you finish."

It's second nature to spread your thighs for Lee, your body welcoming his own as he cages you in underneath him. You could see the predatory gleam in his eye as he watched you, waiting patiently for your answer. You knew that this was partly for his own pleasure, but the saccharine promise of relief from the pain was enough for you.

"Ok," you nod, your arms moving to lazily sling around his broad shoulders. Lee gives you that pleased smirk that sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy, a welcomed contrast to the shooting jabs and dull aches.

"Alright," he purrs, clearly pleased with your answer, and lowers his body down to yours carefully. You whine softly at the pressure, but he's quick to shush you gently. "It's ok, babydoll, it's alright. Jus' let me take care of everythin', and you be a good girl and relax, hm? All you gotta do is feel good."

He whispers his loving promises into your skin as he peppers tender kisses along your jaw, making his way to your lips. You both let out a shared moan of relief when your lips finally slot together. The slow movements of Lee's unfairly large hands pull your mind away from the discomfort you feel, the further south they travel the heavier you breathe.

"L-Lee," you moan into his mouth when he gently cups your sex, his hooded eyes trained on your face as he holds you in his palm, the heat from your core drove him fucking crazy. He groans softly as he begins to pet you, stroking your mound in slow motions, careful not to push too hard. Your eyes stay shut as small little whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. The feeling of his hand rubbing your sensitive parts has a mixture of arousal and blood gushing out of you, just for Lee to feel.

"That's it, babygirl," he groans, letting his own eyes shut for a moment to just feel the growing wetness of your cunt through your panties. The small sparks of pleasure are soon not enough anymore, and you try to tell him with a gentle nudge of your hips. "Wan' more already?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice. He gives your lips another peck before he's peeling off your panties and discarding them to the floor.

"So wet for me, aren't ya, Sweetheart? Always so wet," he coos as his thick fingers glide easily through your petals. Lee bites his lip when he smells the metalic scent of your blood mixing with the tang of your arousal— he could get used to this.

"Oh my god," you sigh and grip his white undershirt in your fists, your head lolling to the side as he circles your clit in slow, precise movements. You were so fucking sensitive, it was nearly overwhelming. The gentle touches left you burning for more and breathless, then you had Lee above you, watching your every expression with his own hungry gaze, and speaking in that thick drawl— it was dizzying.

"Oh, fuck!" You whimper as a thick finger fills you slowly, your back arches off the bed on instinct. The deep grunt that leaves Lee has you clamping down around his forefinger, his thumb replacing his finger on your clit. Lee was certain he's never been this hard in his life than he is right now, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's providing. His cock flexes against your inner thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you at a sluggish pace.

"There you go, baby, there you go," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression you make. The way your nose scrunches, how your eyebrows furrow together when he touches that special spot inside you, the way your gorgeous lips stay parted to let those beautiful moans flow freely. "So fucking beautiful, y'know that? Make me so crazy for ya, Princess, can't get enough a'you, never get enough."

The stretch of another finger joining his first has your hips trying to rut, chasing the pleasure, but Lee's heavy frame keeps you in your spot. He speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt over and over fill the room.

"Oh fuck, y'hear that? Hear how wet you are?" Lee growls, the slick sounds being his undoing. His fingers speed up, keeping their pressure light as he stretches you out. You gasp and moan as the pleasure builds, the tension growing in your lower tummy draws tighter and tighter with each swipe of his thumb against your clit.

"Lee, m'gonna cum!" You gasp and toss your head back, your legs squirming as he works you closer and closer to your high.

"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Gonna make a fucking mess?" His voice is rough, his own hips beginning to rut, humping himself against your thigh for some relief. The act alone sends you shooting higher ans higher towards your crest. "C'mon, honey, I want you t'come for me."

You didn't stand a chance.

"Lee!" You cry out as you finish, your body thrashing as waves of bliss crash down over you again and again. You can hear Lee's pleased grunts in your ear as you clench down around his fingers, his thumb working you through your high. A rush of wetness seeps from your core, coating Lee's hand and dripping down your skin to the towel. It's not long until you feel his covered cock throbbing wildly against you.

"F-Fuck!" He curses harshly as his own end catches up to him, soaking his boxers and pajama pants. Throaty groans resonate through his chest as he rocks against you to milk his high as long as possible. Heavy breaths replace the moans that filled the shared bedroom. Peeling your eyes open, you gaze up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.

Lee sighs and pulls himself from the comfort of your shoulder to look down at you with a soft smile. His face flushed pink and sweat beads his forehead from your activities and shared body heat and you can't help but beam up at him with that same lovesick smile you give him.

"How're y'feelin', Princess, any better?" He asks in a breathless voice. You giggle softly and relax your grip on his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles you left.

"I forgot that's what this was for," you admit bashfully, making him chuckle with you.

"Well, good, then I did my job right."

"You always do, Sheriff Bodecker," you coo and give him a kiss, already feeling more like yourself. Lee groans into the kiss at the title.

"You're a little minx," he whispers in between another kiss before propping himself up on his forearm, giving his attention to his fingers still buried in your cunt. "Fuuuuck me," he groans when he sees the mess you made. A thin layer of blood coats your inner thighs and part of his hand, the glisten of your cum recognizable on your lips and his wrist. Slowly, he withdraws from your pussy, watching intensely as his fingers emerge coated in your essence and blood.

The little whimper you give when he leaves you completely empty has his dick stirring in his trousers. Lee sucks in a deep breath as he brings his fingers from between your legs to get a better look.

"Would y'look at that?" He marvels, mostly to himself, as his fingers gleam in the late morning sunshine. Your face heats up at his actions, embarrassment taking hold as he shows you his bloody, cum covered fingers. Lee's eyes are fixed on his digits as he plays with the strings of wetness for a moment before bringing them to his lips. A loud moan vibrates in his chest at your taste, his eyes sliding shut in bliss as he cleans you from his hand. He finally releases them with a pop.

"Fuckin' divine is what you are, Princess. Fuckin' heavenly," he growls, his dick fully hard in his pajama pants as he begins to rut into your thigh again, his eyes dark with hunger again as he quickly unties the drawstring of his pants. "M'gonna fuck ya all fuckin' week, make sure ya don't feel nothin' but pleasure— fuck, m'gonna take care of ya, Princess, I promise."

And he did.

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thebunnyslibrary · 6 months

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To Someone From a Warmer Climate

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

characters. Witch!Reader x Demon!Lee Bodecker

wc. 4.8k

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

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

BunBun’s Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I take your coat?” you offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes…please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Lee Bodecker x Reader (pt 1)

Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man. It only makes it easier doing bad things to make her his good girl. 18+ minors scurry off!!

Warnings: Dark Lee, Stalking, toxic relationships, age gap (reader 20, lee 40s), southern people (yes it’s a warning), mentions of death. Future smut: daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man, but he had to pretend to be. Some knew of his dirty deeds, most didn’t but you…..it was as if you could see through his perfectly crafted image. As if those Bambi eyes saw into his guilty soul. Maybe you couldn’t see the bad man in him. Maybe he was just paranoid at the possibility of scaring you away. Either way though, Lee wanted you.

He wanted to hear your pretty laugh, he wanted your perfect baking, and he wanted to see you fall apart for him. You were always so sweet and graceful. Almost swanlike. But Lee desperately wanted to see your pretty eyes spill with tears of pleasure. Tears that he caused. See your cute mouth struggle to find words as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body.

Lee knew pretty things like you didn’t last long in knockemstiff, women either raising babies, workin’ the street, or found dead. He wondered what you’d look like as his little housewife. You standing at the door with his meal ready and a baby in your belly, though something about your focus being on a child rubbed him the wrong way. No, Lee knew you were meant for more than the three types of women that this town allowed. No babies, no men ready to pay, and definitely not dead in an unsolved case file.

No, you were meant to be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. Lee may not be a good man but you, one way or another, were gonna be his good girl.

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- “is there a reason you’re blushin’ like that?” Sandy had questioned in an attempt to draw you out of your dreamy haze. - “just hot is all San” you lied. No truth was you found yourself eyeing your coworker and friends older brother. Way older.

Lee often came into the dinner on Thursday, always an hour after closing, but today he was thirty minutes late. You’d felt disappointed thinking he wouldn’t come in tonight until you heard the little ding from the door and his heavy sigh. Immediately you felt relaxed, as if all worry had left as soon as those blue eyes connected with yours.

Yes you’d had a little crush on the older man for reasons you couldn’t understand. Aunt Gill said the law of this town was corrupt and had always wanted you to stay away from the politics surrounding it, always telling you of how those men payed good money and even killed just for a little taste of power. Why would anyone kill for any kinda position in this town? Though even with her warnings you couldn’t look away. What if he was an exception? He rarely ever smiled but he always spoke to you with more respect than any other man and he tipped well too.

You watched as he made his way to his usual spot, you already cutting a piece of his favorite cherry pie. - “ just take Lee his pie and head home, girly. Don’t want ya to be late for Arvin tomorrow” Sandy said with a wink.

Oh. Oh yeah, Arvin. You’d been so consumed with what could possibly have kept Lee busy that you’d completely forgotten about your plans with Arvin tomorrow. He was a sweet boy who’d shown interest in your for a while now and he was actually your age, so when he’d nervously asked you on a date, of course you said yes.

You brushed off your hands onto the apron around your waist as you made your way over to Lee as a nervous quirk.

- “ Evening’ Sheriff. I’m glad you could still make it tonight” you said with a little smile. Genuinely happy to see him.

God that angelic smile almost broke Lee right there. - “ Sorry angel, got held back with a case. Preacher was found shot dead.”

Lee didn’t often tell you the dark things he worked with. He didn’t want to hurt your little heart…but sometimes he found a sick joy in seeing your babydoll eyes widen with fear. Fear of the dark world surrounding you. Lee wouldn’t let that world hurt you, no he did everything in his power to keep that darkness out, with the exception of himself.

- “oh gosh, Sheriff. The pie ain’t good enough for you to come by after something as exhausting as that!”

The pie? Surely you didn’t think he came here every day for the pie you didn’t even make? - “what makes you think i come here for the pie, babydoll?” Lee smirked as he watched your face heat up at his tone.

- “I-I just figured….figured ya know cause Sandy m-makes the pie and ya know…” he watched you mumble as you played with the hem of your uniform. Cute he thought. So fucking cute.

- “no, sweetheart. Gotta make sure my sis is treating my best girl right, don’t i?”

Your swear you heart beat broke some kind of record at his comment. You weren’t sure what to say but you knew you wanted him to continue.

- “ Lee let the girl go home!” His sister shouted as she made her way around the counter. - “you’ve kept her long enough. Y/n, honey you head home now, alright?” Sandy said as she handed you your little bag, almost pushing you out the door.

- “o-oh of course. Good night San. Good night Sheriff!” You called as you made your way out but not without hearing him say a ‘goodnight babydoll’ back.

You found yourself thinking about his comment the whole walk home and even into the night.

His best girl.

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- “you stay away from that girl, Lee.” His sister hissed with a finger pointed in his direction. - “ she’s got a good life ahead of her and she doesn’t need your issues gettin’ In the way.”

- “my issues” he scoffed. “My issue is the fact that rumor says my sister is out there whorin’ around! I don’t need you fuckin’ up this election for me Sandy.” He said standing up obviously pissed at her mentioning you.

- “their just rumors lee…and of course you’d bring that up when we’re talking about you. You’ve been drinkin’ again haven’t you? That why you’re obsessed with this girl?” She pushed.

- “ M’not obsessed. She’s sweet and why can’t I be interested in her? I deserve a life outside of pickin’ up your messes, Sandy!”

Sandy loved her brother. But she knew. She knew of his control issues. She knew of his drives past your little house and that he only showed up to the diner on nights you worked.

- “Well it doesn’t matter what you think you deserve when it comes to her Lee. You know why? Cause shes got a date with that Russell boy tomorrow. So you stay away and let her live free from your bullshit” Sandy snarled as she poked his chest.

Lee saw red. Arvin Russel? She thought he was more fucked up than that kid? Hell he figured the man behind the murder of that shifty preacher was Arvin. Like hell he’d let his angel go on a date with that kid. Lee was sure that kid wouldn’t even know how to please you right. He wouldn’t treat you like a princess and definitely wouldn’t make you cum as hard as he could.

Lee knew his sister and Arvin were just obstacles in his way. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from making you his.

- “ go home lee. It’s way past closing and I’m tired” Sandy mumbled as she pulled at her face.

- “Fine…just keep whatever shit you’re doin’…just keep it down. This rumor is the last thing I need.” He said as he laid down her change.

Lee made his way out to his car, still seething at the thought of his girl going out with someone who wasn’t him. He’d make his usual stop by your house tonight, make sure his angel was okay and safe even if he was slightly frustrated with your stupid decision.

No this is my fault.

If he’d have just claimed you as his already than this wouldn’t have happened. But he needed things to be perfect. He needed to get past this election and get Sandy off his back. Then you’d be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. You’d be his, and only his. You be his perfect good little girl.

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- “Darlin’ here please take my jacket” Arvin pleaded. You were shaking like a leaf and it was killing him. -“ you’ll get sick and I’ll no choice but to nurse you myself”

Arvin taking care of you didn’t sound too bad. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. You’d wanted something simple, so you both had decided on getting some shakes. Well…something simple just wasn’t enough as the two of you had ended up getting lost in conversation. He told you about his mother and father and you told him about your life in the city. - “I don’t think that stigma is true ya know? Of city girls bein’ hard to please. You’re truly the sweetest thing I’ve ever met y/n.”

Hard to please.

- “I think you’re a real sweetheart too, Arvin.” You’d said and meant it. You enjoyed your time with the boy but couldn’t shake off that he was hiding something. He had a harsh life, his father had exposed him to traumatic things early on and with his Sisters passing recently, you bet you’d be a bit standoffish too.

The stars had already made an appearance in the sky, signaling it was time for you to head home to Gill.

- “y/n I was thinkn’…..well I’m askn’ if I could kiss you?” Arvin mumbled as he played with your smaller hands.

Did you want him to kiss you? Did you have romantic feelings for Arvin? There couldn’t be much harm in kissing him, you decided. So without an answer you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him. He tasted nice, like the birthday cake shake he’d had not long ago. He seemed stunned at first, but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His hands slowly rubbed down your arms and you found yourself wanting more.

Though just as the pace picked up, Arvin stiffened.

- “Arvin, honey what’s wrong?” You pulled away, searching his eyes. He was looking behind you, hands tightly gripping your arms.

Confused as to what could possibly cause him to stop, you turned only to see what looked to be trees and an empty cop car. It frustrated you. Why was he being so odd?

- “well….uh..t-thank you for the evening, Arvin. I really enjoyed it.” You mumbled as you pulled away from him. Arvin still continued to stare, as if a ghost had stolen his attention, until it finally allowed him to place his eyes back on you.

- “good night y/n.” He muttered already turning back to head to his truck. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Had you done something wrong? His odd response had caused you to question yourself.

And he wasn’t even willing to drive you home.

You watched his back as he disappeared down the dark street. Willing the tears in your eyes to not make it down your face. Though you must’ve not tried hard enough.

- “asshole” you sobbed. You felt pathetic as you stood in the middle of your empty town. Gill was going to kill him when you explained to her why you came home with tears in your eyes and dirt staining your pretty white heals.

Be a big girl y/n.

You wiped the salty tears on the sleeve of his jacket that you still had on. The realization only made you cry harder. You didn’t even care that you were scuffing the shoes you’d saved up for, as you trudged your way home.

Lost in your pool of self loath, you’d yet to hear the car making its way past you as you neared the edge of the downtown street.

- “Sweetheart? Whatcha doin’ out here so late?“

Oh god.

The sound of his voice only caused you to burst into tears again. Of course your luck would have it were Lee Bodecker saw you as a crying mess right after you had your heart broken.

You’d heard the slam of his door but couldn’t see anything through your cloud of tears. Not until you felt his hands grab your face and gently do his best to rub them away. - “babydoll ima need you to tell me what happen- and who’s jacket is this? He cut himself off with his own question as he harshly pulled the jacket off your arms. You didn’t mind though, as the leather jacket rubbing against your skin only reminded you of the odd encounter you just had.

- “lee..please…” you mumbled as you looked up into his furious blue eyes - “ please just take me home…”

Lee knew he was selfish…but you’d asked him to take you home. You just didn’t know it would be your new home. You would forgive him eventually. He’d have to figure out a way to keep your disappearance quiet, maybe turn it on that fucking Russell kid, but he’d sort that out later.

For now all he needed to do was take his girl home…to her rightful home.

(Read pt two here)

Bunny’s note: WHEEw!! I’m obsessed with Seb’s dark characters 🥵 pt two coming soon 💕

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

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Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

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Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

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Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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why is coming up with fic titles so damn hard

#writer problems #literally been stuck on naming this lee bodecker x housewife!reader for weeks… and still nothing works #mine

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sweetdreamsbuck · 3 years

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go ahead, baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lee what are y—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Good Girl (18+)

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

WARNINGS: This is smut. If you are under the age of 18, please do NOT read this. Swearing. unprotected sex (always remember to use protection). Innocent reader. Housewife kink. Breeding kink. Soft/Dom Lee.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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Main Masterlist ♡ The Devil All the Time Masterlist ♡ Lee Bodecker Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is the highschools librarian, and Lee wants her.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

I can hear my alarm clock ringing. I turned it off and reset it for the same time tomorrow. I got up and did my usual morning routine.

But just as I was taking my first sip of coffee, I looked at the calendar that I have on my fridge and when I saw what day it was, I full on groaned.

Today is the fundraiser for the highschool library and she would be there.

YN LN.

Of course she has to be there, she is the librarian. The kind sweet librarian who all the children love and that is including myself.

I have no idea when and where I fell in love with her. Maybe it was the first time I saw her at the market.

Maybe it is when I saw her at church the few times a year I go. I have started to go more and more just to keep bumping into her.

Maybe it is when was over summer vacation and I was doing my rounds by the community pool and YN walked out in a bathingsuit.

I can feel my face heat up as I thought about that day. How after I got a good look at her and captured her image to memory, I sped off and found somewhere secluded.

My hand jerking myself off at the thought of her in that bathingsuit all wet, in more ways than one.

I imagined her slowly taking the suit off for me. Giving me a small show of showing her skin.

I imagined her screaming my name as I gave her the best orgasm of her life.

I filled my Pepsi Cup that day as I kept pulling over to jerk myself off.

That night I went a couple counties over to a whore house. I picked someone that kind of resembled YN and used her, but it wasn't the same.

But it sure as hell did the trick. I left the poor woman shaking as my cum leaked out of her abused pussy.

But as I drove home well past midnight, I drove past YN's small house and I parked down the street a little bit and kept an eye on her house.

I had no idea when I fell asleep until I heard the gentle tapping on my window. I woke up, startled of course and took in my surroundings.

I saw that it was YN who knocked on my window and I rolled it down slightly.

"Is everything okay Sheriff?"

I had to think of something. Couldn't let her know the real reason why I was there.

"Have reports of someone breakin' into people's homes on this street Miss. I decided to spend the night making sure the street was safe."

"Why thank you Sheriff, that is kind of you." She looked at the watch on her wrist and her eyes got real wide.

"I must be going Sheriff. I have to get to my job."

"I thought your job was at the highschool?"

"It is but since it is summer vacation, I have no work so I took on a summer job at the woman's clothing store. Have a good day Sheriff."

I offered her a ride but she politely declined. YN told me that she would much rather walk.

At first I got offended but as I watched her in the upcoming weeks, I noticed she turned down every ride that was offered to her.

Even if it was raining, she had her umbrella on hand as she declined ever so politely.

The sound of my toast popping brought me back to today. How am I supposed to stay composed being near her all day?

It is getting harder and harder to be around her with out me literally snatching her in my arms and taking her back to my place and having my way with her.

Making her my housewife and her always being pregnant with my babies. I could feel myself getting hard and I had to calm myself down before I go there and make a complete and utter fool of myself.

I was just on time as I started to do my rounds. I made sure to make my presence known. I was every where and no one got out of hand.

The fundraiser was doing well. The kids were doing their part as many of them worked on the car wash. Some of the artistic kids drew portraits of anyone who paid.

But one section caught my eye. The big bold words of SILENT AUCTION drew me to the table that had different items for bid.

I looked over the items and saw the usual. Assorted gift baskets, a weekend stay at a hotel. A five course meal cooked for you and your loved one. Free Babysitting, the options were endless but one caught my eye.

Dinner and a Date with YN LN. - Win a homemade meal by our own YN LN and go on date and do whatever you wish to do.

Before I knew it, I was writing my bidding number down and the amount, making sure I had the highest bid.

I kept coming back to make sure that no one out bid me and if they did, I just put a higher bid.

I made sure I wasn't far when the closing time drew near for the silent auction. Anytime someone came to do a last minute bid, I went and made sure it wasn't for YN.

I kept the smile to myself as the auction was closed, perfectly content and happy at the fact that I know I won.

YN'S POV:

I am happy that the fundraiser is done and over with. Now it is just the clean up, but with some of the teens volunteering and some of the parents, it wouldn't take too long.

I was just about done tearing down some of the displays when I was called over by Rebecca.

She teaches English and she is probably one of my closet friends here.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You will not believe who won the date with you."

"Well don't keep me in suspense, who?"

At first I didn't want to do it but I figured why not it is for a good cause, and it also helps that I haven't even on a date since I moved here.

Don't get me wrong, I have been asked by plenty of men around here, some even married, which I quickly shut down, but only one man has caught my attention.

"The Sheriff."

"The Sherriff bet on me?" I asked, completely stunned.

"Oh yes and it was a lot actually." She handed me the clip board and told me his bidding number.

My mouth dropped at the price and how many times he actually bet.

"It seems like he wanted to win." She pointed out. I just nodded my head in agreement.

I didn't know what to say, my mind was blown that the Sheriff wanted to go on a date with me.

I truly have no idea what he sees in me. From what I have heard around town, he isn't one to settle down and spends all of his time at the bar near the edge of the town.

My thoughts started to get to the best of me.

He only wants to fuck you.

He doesn't care for you.

Just another notch in his belt.

The thoughts kept coming as I walked home that night. I was deep in my own thoughts I didn't see the car pull up behind me.

But I sure as hell saw the car lights and that one voice that makes me weak in the knees.

"Miss YN." Startled, I turned around so fast I almost lost my balance but I was able to catch myself.

"Easy there YN." Lee says he caught me. "Did you drink after the fundraiser?" He teased.

"Thank you Sheriff and no, I didn't. I actually don't drink." I told him as I stared up at him. The top of my head barely comes to his chin.

I was still in his arms and I didn't try to pull away. I mean I should as the people in this town will talk but I never thought I would be here, in his arms, his soft belly prodding me slightly.

"I know you may say no, but may I drive you home?"

I thought about it and almost declined but there was a slight nip in the air and I didn't want to catch a cold.

"Yes please Sheriff." The stunned look on his face was worth me saying yes. He let go of me and the two of us walked to the passengers side of the police cruiser.

He opened the door for me and I slid into the seat, looking around.

"I have never been in a police car before." I told him.

"Like the front seat?"

"No, never been arrested. Never had to be escorted home in one."

"Always been a good girl huh?" He asked me as we drove the few blocks to my house.

I don't know why but when he called me a good girl, I had to clench my thighs together as I could feel myself getting wet.

"Yes. It was just my Mom and I ever since my Dad ran off with my old neighbour. I didn't want to cause her any issues as she was working two jobs."

"Your Ma still alive?"

"No, she passed away just before I took the job at the highschool."

"And your Dad?"

"I have no clue nor do I actually care. I haven't seen him since I was about seven years old. If I bumped into him on the street, I wouldn't even recognise him."

The conversation ended as we pulled infront of my home. I was just about to leave the cruiser when Lee spoke up.

"So who won the chance to get a dinner and date with you?" Straight to the point huh?

"You did, but please sound surprised when they come to collect the money and tell you that you won." I said to him.

"When do you want to do this?"

"It is up to you but the winners won't be announced until next week."

"I want this Friday. I will keep quiet but this Friday evening is the only evening that I will have off for a while."

"I don't see why not. Just let me know what you will like for dinner and I will make it."

And with that I was out of the car and into my house. I can feel his stare on me but I didn't turn around, oh no.

Once I was in my house and the door was closed and locked, I looked in the peep hole and I watched as the cruiser slowly drove off.

Lee called my house a few days later to inform me of the meal he would like.

"I would like spaghetti and meatballs as well as a German chocolate cake."

"And where would you like this done?" I asked him.

"Come by the station on your way home Friday, and I will give you one of my spare keys. I will also have all of the ingredients bought so you do not have to lug them all over the place."

If that is what he wanted, than so be it. I am intrigued by all of this.

From what I have heard, Led doesn't invite anyone to his place. He likes his privacy. So much so that his closet neighbour was about half a mile from him.

I told him what time I will roughly be at the station and that I will hopefully have everything ready by the time he gets home.

His chuckle sent a shiver down my back, "no worries darlin'. We can always entertain ourselves if the food is not ready."

As Friday drew closer and closer, I became more and more nervous and I have no idea why.

"Have any plans tonight?" Rebecca asked me as we left the school.

"Nothing much, just dinner and Bewitched." I hope she didn't try to get me go out with her when I didn't have time as I needed to get to the station.

"Have fun. I may stay in tonight. Getting a bit too cold out here for me." She offered me a ride home and I declined.

But not for the reason I usually do. Rebecca would freak out if she knew I went on this date with Lee before the winners were even announced. She is kind of a stickler for the rules.

She drove off and I did my usual route home but made that slight detour to the station. My heart was beating faster as I walked through the double doors.

I looked around trying to see if I can find Lee, but I couldn't him, so I asked the woman at the front desk, who looked like she didn't want to be here.

"Excuse me, I am looking for Sheriff Bodecker." I said politely with a smile on my face.

"He is busy." She said without looking up from her magazine.

"Can you please tell him that YN LN is here. He asked me to stop by."

She put down her magazine and sighed. Without even looking up at me, she picked up the phone and I could hear a phone ringing in the distance.

"Sheriff, a Miss LN is here to see you." I didn't hear what he said but it was quick.

"He says you can go on in. Just down the hall, third door on the left." She said as she hung up the phone.

With a soft thank you, I followed her instructions. His door was open but I still knocked.

Lee looked up from his desk and once he saw me, the tired look seemed to have vanish from his face as a smile appeared.

"Just on time. Come darlin', let me give you a lift. My house a bit out of the way." He said as he grabbed his jacket.

Once again I am in the front seat of his cruiser. He was asking me questions about myself and I him.

He pulled into his drive way and my mouth almost dropped open at his home. It had to be the biggest house in all of Knockemstiff and some of the neighbouring counties.

"I have to get back to work but I won't be too long. Take a look around once you're in there and get a feel of where everything is." He handed me his house key.

I got out of the cruiser and he didn't pull away. He didn't pull away until I was actually closing his front door behind me.

Lee Bodecker's POV:

Am I sick fuck for actually having her come to my place while I am at work, so that way when I come home I get to walk in on her cooking for me?

Maybe.

It is something I have imagined time and time again. Me coming home and her greeting me with open arms. Dinner on the table and her for dessert.

Oh yes, tonight is going as planned so far. And as we are sitting there, eating her delicious meal, the huge storm will roll in and she will have to spend the night at my place.

I even had the two spare rooms look like they are half way through renovations so she will be forced to sleep in the same bed as me.

YN LN will be mine by tomorrow morning. I will make sure of it.

As I walked through my front door, my mouth instantly watered at the smell of dinner.

I hung my hat and jacket up on the hooks and slowly walked towards my kitchen.

I had to hold back a groan as I saw YN icing the German Chocolate Cake. She looked like she belonged in my kitchen.

She must of felt me staring at her because she stopped icing the cake and looked at me.

"Welcome home Sheriff."

"Please call me Lee." I said.

"Well then welcome home Lee."

"Everything smells delicious YN." I told her.

"Thank you. It isn't much longer. If you like, you can change into your home clothes. I do not mind. This is your home after all."

"That is kind of you but I do want you to feel like this is your home as well." I said as I turned to walk towards my bedroom to change.

Dinner was on the table once I came back in. I sat down in my seat and looked at all of the food she made.

"Is that garlic bread?"

"Yes it is. You had the ingredients to make homemade garlic bread, so I made a few loaves if you don't mind."

"Not at all darlin'."

I took the first ever bite of her cooking and I could of moaned. It was all delicious. The sauce is home made, the meat balls were perfect. She even had a small salad for me to eat as well.

Throughout dinner we talked and really got to know one another. She told me about growing up in the city and how she went to all girls school.

"All girls school? So ever had a boyfriend?"

"One, but he got what he wanted and left me not long afterwards." I knew what she ment and didn't push it any further.

I told her about growing up around here but didn't get too into it. Those details can be told later on down the road.

YN cleaned off the table and I told her I would get to the dishes later. Won't take long as I have one of those new dishwashers.

She cut up a huge slice of cake for the both of us and I am not ashamed to admit that I actually moaned at the taste of it.

I did notice that at the sound of my moan, YN shivered slightly.

I took another bite and smirked to myself as I thought about her reaction to my slight noise.

But another noise got my attention.

Thunder and a flash of lighting. The beating of rain against my windows and roof. Perfect.

"I didn't know we were supposed to have a thunderstorm."

"Neither did I YN."

We continued to finish our dessert and then the power went out. Perfect.

I got up to go to my drawer and I grabbed the flash light and a few candles.

"Looks like you will have to spend the night YN. It isn't safe to drive in this weather."

"I agree and I can just sleep on the couch."

"Oh no, you are my guest. Please take my bed. I would offer you one of the spare rooms, but they are being worked on."

"No no Lee, I can't take your bed."

"I insist YN. You will freeze out here. We can share my bed."

I didn't have time have any source of light to know that the wheels are turning in her head, wondering if this is okay.

"You have a good point. Do you have any spare clothes that I can sleep in."

I grabbed her hand and the two of us walked slowly towards my bedroom. I placed the candle on my dresser and looked through my drawers.

"This should be fine. Sorry I don't have any pants." I said to her as I handed her the shirt.

"This is fine thank you. Are you okay if I change for bed now?"

I said yes and turned around to make it look like I am leaving to give her space to change but I turned around.

"Lee." She gasped as she tried to cover herself up.

"Don't mind me darlin'. I just need my own pajamas. Carry on." I said as I turned my back to her.

"It isn't right for you to see me like that Lee." Oh my innocent girl.

"Like what? Like how God intended. Naked and beautiful." Was my answer.

"Beautiful?"

"Yes YN, beautiful." I am knowing standing infront of her. I can see the inner battle she is having with herself.

"It isn't right Lee."

"And why isn't it? Because society says it isn't but what if we say fuck society and we do what we feel is best."

I leaned down and kissed her. At first there was no movement on her end. She wasn't kissing me back but that didn't stop me.

But I finally felt her lips start to move against mine and I groaned into the kiss.

My hands were on her hips and I pulled her flush against me, her gasping at my erection poking her.

I started to kiss down her neck and she wrapped her arms around my neck. YN is whimpering at the feelings I am causing in side of her.

I bit her neck hard, and she gasped. I am going to mark her beautiful skin tonight to show this whole damn town she is taken.

"Lee, this is all too much." YN said as she tried to pull out of my arms, but I held on tight.

"Shh, it is okay. I got you darlin'. You just are experiencing something new. I bet if I touched that sweet pussy, you would be soaked."

She bit her lip and turned her head. I placed my hand under her chin and had her look at me.

"Tell me the truth YN. Be my good girl."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes if you touched me there. You are right. I am wet."

"Then why fight what is only natural, love. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good." I said between pecks to her lips.

"I don't want to be hurt again Lee." She was reminding me about her one and only boyfriend did to her.

"My dear, you really think that I would do that? Oh no, you are mine now. I am going to take care of you. Want you to be mine."

I captured her lips in mine once more, not allowing her to question what I ment by that.

I kept one hand on hip as my other hand went between our bodies. A soft gasp left her mouth as my hand touched her pussy.

I smirked as I continued to kiss her and then I deepened the kiss.

YN pulled her lips away from mine and she was slightly gasping as I slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy.

She was clutching my arms tightly as I slowly stretched her out. "Lee." She whined.

"That's it baby. I will take care of you. Get on the bed gorgeous. Lay on your back, legs spread wide." I watched with pure joy as she did as I asked.

I was palming myself through my pants and YN got situated on my bed. The only light now is the lightning flashes as I blew out the candle.

I took of my clothes and I crawled on my bed and got between her spread legs. I ran my hands up and down her soft, soft thighs.

"Tell me YN, did that boy ever taste you?"

"No, he just fingered me and stuck it in."

"Such a shame but you know have a man who will take care of you darlin'." With one lick against her pussy lips, her back was arching off of my bed.

Oh yes, this will be good. I started to eat her out. My mouth licking and sucking her juices. I thrust two of my fingers back in her and she was moaning my name like a prayer.

Her pussy was starting to clench around my fingers and I knew she was close.

"I can feel you pretty girl. Let go love." I picked up the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out her pussy.

With a gasp of my name, she came. I didn't let up until she I knew she was done.

I pulled away and I whiped my face clean of her jucies with my blanket.

I crawled up her body, kissing different parts as I did. I was hovering over her slightly.

"Ready for me gorgeous." I nudged her pussy with the head of my cock.

"I, I think so."

"Don't worry, I will go slow at first baby."

I gripped my cock in one hand and rubbed it against her pussy trying to get it as lubricated as possible.

I slowly started to push in and both of our mouths fell open.

"So tight darlin'. Shit." I tried with all of my might to keep myself from just pounding into her.

"So big Lee." YN whimpered, I could see through the flashes of light that her eyes were shut, she was taking deep breaths.

I slowly slid into her and once I was fully in, I took a few deep breaths and just enjoyed the fact that I am inside of her.

I started with a few shallow thrusts and I felt her body tense up. "Shhh relax darlin'. Tensing will only make it worse."

I felt her body try to relax and at that moment I realised I can ask her to do anything and she will probably just do it.

I changed positions and now I am basically sitting on my feet as I started to thrust faster.

I had her one leg held up against my chest, going deeper. No coherent words were leaving her mouth at this point as I was pounding into her.

"That's my good girl. Takin' me so well. Gonna make you my pretty little housewife. Gonna knock you up. You want that YN? You want to be my pretty little housewife?"

No answer.

So I slapped her thigh and she practically screamed out yes, having no idea what she actually agreed too.

Just the thought of her pregnant and round with my child had me close.

"Need you to cum YN. Need you to cum now." And it was like my voice did it for her.

She screamed my name and her body started to shake as she came, hard. So hard in fact that she actually passed out.

But that didn't stop me. Oh no, I came with a shout of her name, my eyes screwed shut at the pleasure leaving my body.

I collapsed right next to her passed out body. I pulled her into my arms and I covered us with layers of blankets as there is a slight chill in the air.

Let's see what tomorrow morning will bring. Will she remember what she agreed too?

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mavsstar · 2 years

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Feels Like Sugar In Me (2)- Lee Bodecker

NSFW 18+, MINORS DNI

a/n: This wasn't proofread, all mistakes are my own! i love writing for this man. i hope you enjoy it! love you all :D

pairing: lee bodecker x innocent!reader

warnings: fingering, oral (f! receiving), a little bit of housewife kink, daddy kink, a bit of smut, semi-public sex

w.c: 1.4k

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You woke up bright and early, preparing food for a picnic. You told Lee a couple days ago how you always wanted to go on a picnic. He promised you he would take you when he was on his day off, fulfilling your wish.

You were in your pjs, which really consisted of Lee’s grey sweater you stole. You couldn’t help it, it felt soft against your skin and most importantly, smelled like Lee. You put on your apron and pulled out the ingredients to start on your famous mud pie brownies.

You were halfway through mixing the batter when Lee walked into your house. He heard quiet humming from the kitchen and followed it. As he went into the kitchen he saw you, in his sweater, baking. Your arms move effortlessly as you dump more flour with your right hand and use your left to mix.

Lee’s eyes wandered to the rest of your body but stopped right at your thighs. He bites his lip to contain the moan that’s about to spill from his mouth. You looked perfect like this, the sight of you cooking for him makes the blood rush to his dick. He walks behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Damn Cherry,” he presses his growing bulge on you. “You look so pretty like this.” His right hand starts to roam your body.

You scoff, “Yeah right because nothing screams sexy like cooking in your pajamas.”

His hand goes under his your sweater and plays with the waistband of your panites. “Oh you have no idea,” he dips his hand in and his fingers rub up and down your folds. His other starts to play with your breasts, pinching your nipple.

“Already wet Cherry? And no bra?” He taunts. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you focus your attention on the batter. You let out a gasp as he rubs lazy circles on your clit. But he takes his hand out just as it was starting to feel good. You whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry,” he softly bites your ear, “I’ll have my share of you later.” Lee pulls his other hand from under your shirt, straightening the sweater.

Lee let you go and walked behind the counter watching your every move. You guys continued small talk but his eyes were glued on you. You would continue small talk but none of it registered in Lee’s brain. All he could think about was wanting to bend you over and fuck you senseless, making a mess on his cock as you struggled to stay up, chanting his name like a prayer.

“Daddy!” Your hold on the counter tightens, your body jolting forward with each of his thrusts.

“Yeah? You like that?” His hand comes down on your ass, giving it a hard smack. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.” His hand snakes down to your clit.

“It’s too much,” you whine as you try to take his hand away.

“You’re going to take what I give you,” He drives his cock further into you. “You say you can’t take it but you’re milking my cock-”

“Lee?” You wave in front of his face, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah?” He shaked his head a little, trying to bring himself back to reality.

“I said the food is done, I just have to get ready, then we can leave.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, walking away.

While you were getting ready he looked around your house. It was quite small, the living room and kitchen were practically meshed together. There was only one chair at the dinner table. A long brown couch in the living room with no tv but there were scraps of fabric everywhere and an unfinished dress on the sewing machine on the coffee table.

He walks past the bathroom in the hallway and into your room. It’s clean for the most part, a hamper in the corner with dirty clothes, your nightstand has a picture of you and a random guy. You look happy, a bright smile while clutching his arm. He puts the picture back down and opens the drawer. There sewing needles, pins and different colored thread sprawled out everywhere.

But he spots a folded paper, curiosity takes over and he unfolds it. It was a picture of you. He admires it for a second, then he pulls out his wallet and places it in there.

“That way I have you everywhere I go Cherry,” he whispers to himself.

“Lee?” You asked, “Where are you?”

He walked out of your room and into the living room, where you were. “Ready?”

The food was long forgotten as you were straddling Lee’s lap. He placed open mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands behind you back pulling you impossibly closer.

“Lee-” you moaned when he kissed your sweet spot, “the food- oh!’

“Don’t care ‘bout the food, I just want you.” His hands go down to your hips, guiding you back and forth over his clothed cock. The friction feels good, causing you both to let out small moans.

“Just like that Cherry, just like that,” he throws his head back, getting lost at the pleasure. You lean your face on his shoulder as he guides you faster. You claw at his thighs, soft pants coming from your mouth.

“Wait,” Lee stops your actions. “I wanna try something Cherry.”

You lift your face from his shoulders as your brows furrowed in confusion. “What is it?”

He guides you back down on the blanket softly until your back hits the ground. He hovers over you with a devilish smirk, “Just wait and see.” He gets up on his knees and settles in between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows, seeing what he’s trying to do.

His hands go under your dress as he takes off your soaked panties in one quick motion. He tries to spread your legs open but you close them,

“Lee, no, what if someone sees,” you frantically say, looking around your surroundings.

“And?” he chuckles, “What are they gonna do, tell the sheriff?” He shakes his head as he parts your legs open. The cool breeze hitting your core makes you suck in air.

Lee ducks his head under your dress, his breath fanning over your pussy. He watches more slick come out from your hole. He kisses your thighs, lightly biting them causing you to jump.

“Lee what are you- God!” You moan as he licks a long stripe from your leaking hole to your swollen clit. Your legs instantly close around his head.

“Jesus Cherry, you taste better than I imagined,” He does it again and again leaving you whimpering. His tongue circles around your clit making you roll your eyes back.

“Daddy please don’t stop!” You tug on his hair as the pleasure overwhelms you.

He groans into your pussy, relishing the sounds he’s pulling from you, the vibrations making your body jolt. “You’re doing so good for Daddy.”

“Feels s’good,” you mutter out hazily. The feeling of his tongue shoving in and out of your quivering hole has you whimpering. You never imagined something like this feeling this good.

“Daddy!” You scream as he shakes his head further into you.

Lee thrust two fingers into your tight hole as he flattened his tongue on your clit. He proceeds to kitten lick your clit, his fingers had yet to move.It wasn’t until you were grinding against his face that he started to slowly thrust them, making sure to hit the spongy spot that made you clamp around his fingers. “Please- gonna cum.” He latched his mouth onto your clit and sucked harshly as his fingers were at a relentless pace.

He adds a third finger, humming around your clit and that is all you need to send you over the edge. The blood rushes to your ears, muffling any noise. Tears blur your vision as you cum with a high pitched mewl, your trembling legs lock around Lee’s head. You never imagined a pleasure like this, if his hands did magic then his tongue did miracles. Even after your high subsided, Lee didn’t stop.

“Lee-” you whined clutching the white sheets beneath you. “Please I can’t!” You prop your elbows up to try to get away. But Lee wasn’t having none of that, he drags you back down and locks your legs into his arms.

“I ain’t done Cherry,” he sternly says, his hold getting stronger. As he ducks his head back down, he places a kiss on your clit, “I’ll never be done.”

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the-winter-witcher · 2 years

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Honeycomb

Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby

Well, Honeycomb, be my own

What a darn good life

When you got a wife like Honeycomb

Sheriff Bodecker x f!reader (established relationship/married)

CW: dubcon, manipulation, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, Lee is a very jealous husband but can you blame him, hints at semi public sex if you squint, use of pet names (honey, sugar, darlin', angel), stereotypical housewife vibes

Summary: you wanted to do something nice for your husband and the boys down at the station, shame you didn't ask your Sheriff's permission first

Word count: 2.8k

Lee doesn't do surprises and he doesn't like being disrespected, which even though she isn't, he sees it as such. He's always bragging to his Deputy about his sweet obedient little wife and here she is without notifying him first, doesn't look so good on him now does it?

She stops by the reception and drops off some homemade cookies for the guys so really they can't complain, and they absolutely don't, but Lee has a face like thunder from where he's sat in his office. Wonders if his girl makes a habit of giving to other men, if she's sneaking around outside like this often when she should be home taking care of the place for him. She's wearing her best dress, he notices, and the vein in the side of his head pops as his jaw clenches.

"Lee, darlin'," her face breaks out into pure sunshine when she sees him, shimmying her way into his office like she belongs there, "hope I'm not intruding."

"What is it?" He keeps his tone short, cold eyes finding the door and gesturing at her to close it before he lets his temper flare. "Better be damn important, honey, if ya gonna waltz right on in n' make a joke of me dressed like that n' handing out goddamn cookies to my men."

She swallows a little at his tone, but she knows he doesn't mean it, he's just stressed. Always is when he has such an important job to do, and she knows it's her job as his wife to put that fretted head right. Still her fingers twist nervously through the brown paper bag she's clutching and she smiles meekly as she approaches his desk. "I, well, you were in such a rush this mornin' you left your lunch, an' I just couldn't bare thinkin' you'd be sat here hungry cos of it. I- I shoulda called or something, I know how busy you are... I didn't think."

His eyes narrow as he pushes himself out of his seat and towards her, taking in the way she's dressed, the cookies she'd brought, and the fact she was stood in his office when she's never so much as step foot in the precinct since becoming his wife.

"You wouldn't be dumb enough to be lying to me now, would ya?" His large figure comes to a stop in front of her, imposing and impossibly tall, his jaw set.

"Lee-"

"You dressin' up all pretty to let them all look, huh? My little whore wife ain't happy with what she got so she's here flauntin' herself for all to see?" The ice in his eyes has given way to fire as he closes the distance between them.

"I ain't never," she tries even as she shrinks a little, "I just wanted to dress up all pretty for you, an' I know how much you like this dress, Sandy was saying-"

"You been talkin' to my sister?" He cuts her off with a rough hand to her shoulder and she instantly falls silent as his fingers dig into her bare skin. "Now why you been doin' that for, huh? You know she ain't no good, unless you been lookin' to be a whore like her, that it? Her no good husband Carl renting you out too?"

Her brow furrows as she tries to wriggle out of his firm grasp as her arguments bubble in her chest and fight to make their way to the tip of her tongue. She knows she shouldn't argue, he don't mean a word of it, he's just having a bad day, but still- "You know Sandy wouldn't, and you know me-" His hand shifts, wrapping around her throat and cutting off her protests so quickly she has no time to move.

"Now I know you ain't chatting back to me, sugar," his lips curl as hers gasp for air, "but that's okay, cos I'm gonna make sure there's no other man been on you, can't believe my own wife is makin' me do this."

His free hand tears the paper bag from her painted nails, cast aside on his cluttered desk, as far away from him as lunch is from his rage clouded mind right now. She's trembling and he knows he's right, she's scared, she's got something to hide.

"I'm gonna let go of you, and you're gonna take this thing off, them goddamn panties I know you've ruined can go too, and you're gonna bend over the desk I slave over to provide for us, ain'tcha, gonna show me what you been up to between those whore thighs."

"Please," tears threaten to fall as he lets his hold fall away and takes a few steps back, "Lee, love, you know I ain't. I wouldn't..." Her eyes are wet as she watches the way his jaw flexes and she knows he won't be swayed, not now he has his mind set. "Can, can you at least close the blind?" She gestures towards the window of his office door, Knockemstiff County Sheriff adorning the glass but doing little to obscure the view. "I ain't want them to see..."

"Oh?" It's a sneer. "My little honey gettin' all shy after she came in here wanting that attention?" He regards her for a moment, watching the way the colour slowly drains from her face as her shaking fingers toy with the petticoat of her dress. He knows she don't deserve his kindness but he offers it all the same, cracking his knuckles before he's leaning across and pulling the blind down. "There, now you ain't got no excuses, take it off."

She sniffs as she pulls at the belt cinching at her waist in that way she knows he likes, and her eyes find the mottled floor as she tugs it away. She doesn't want him to see how much she's hurting, he don't need that, she knows it, he's just gotta be sure. Can't blame a man for being so protective.

"What, don't got no thank you for me?" His brow arches as he shrugs out of his jacket, as if matching her movements. "Somethin' really has gotten into you today, but I'm gonna go ahead n' get it right on outta there." His grin is menacing and a shiver runs up her spine at it.

"Thank you," she offers as the soft spotted nylon hits the floor around her feet and leaves her exposed in just her underwear. She'd worn his favourite, just in case he'd wanted to see, though like this is the last thing she'd expected.

"All of it." He barks out. "Fuckin', even wearing that set you know I love. Makes me sick."

She swallows down the way that makes her feel and her fingers fiddle with the complicated clasps on her garters as she rushes to get them off. The sooner he sees the sooner he'll calm, she knows that, he just got it confused in his head. He deals with so much every day, she can't blame him for it.

"I ain't got all day," he grunts out as he leans against the wall, "keeping me waitin' ain't gonna make this no easier." He digs the thick meat of his fingers into his own forearms as a way to keep them busy when all he wants to do is tear into that flimsy little set she's got on and see what she's hiding.

"M'sorry," she's shivering as she finally pulls them free, I'm trying, I'm going as fast I can, she won't say it but she longs to let him know she really is doing her best as she bunches up the sheer stockings and moves to slide them down.

"On second thought, leave 'em on," his eyes zero in on the way the elastic clings to those soft thighs he loves so much and a growl escapes before he can stop it. "Just take them panties off, lemme see that whore hole."

"Who'd you wear these for, honey?" He keeps his eyes on her as she slips the lace to the floor and steps out of them as daintily as she can manage, not wanting to anger him further.

"Only you," her reply is stammered as she unhooks her bra, "always you, jus' wanted to look good-"

"That's enough talk from you," he crowds her the second she's bare, rage and possession rolling off of him in waves as his hand finds the back of her neck and shoves her down against his desk. He marvels for a moment at how well polished his shoes are as he kicks her legs open wide. Mundane, but just another one of her tricks to keep him sweetened. Distract him with the every day while she runs around doing God knows what with God knows who. "Should know better than t'lie to your Sheriff, ain't no place to hide from me." His fingers slide between her thighs and he growls when he's greeted with wetness. "I been told you I'd find out-"

"It ain't that!" She's positively mortified. "Angel, you know, you know I wouldn't, s'just what you do to me, I swear, it's all me."

He keeps her pinned easily, his full body weight levied against that grip he has on her fragile neck, and he grunts as he feels her start to buck in that oh so familiar way beneath him as his fingers press down harder. "You know I'll be able to tell," it's growled low in her ear, "m'gonna take these away, and if there's even a hint of some sonofabitch deadweight on 'em then you're gonna regret it."

She whimpers as her stomach starts to tighten, that knot of pleasure winding and winding, and her hips buck as she tries to chase him. "Please-"

"Ah," it's a tut, his fingers withdrawing completely, "not gonna give you what you want, not when you been chasin' it all around town."

"I haven't-" the fingers round her neck squeeze and she hushes instantly. He keeps one eye trained on her shivering form as he brings his slick coated fingers to his lips and inhales- there's no chance of him tasting her, not like he usually does, not when she's full of- oh. He blinks.

"Ah, sugar," his grip slackens as he realises his mistake, "I- I didn't, shit, you just, you turn up all dolled up, ain't even invited, bring cookies, I... you gotta understand, that's don't look good."

She swallows, staying in place, not sure if this apology means she's off the hook or not. "I know," she risks a timid glance over her shoulder, "I jus', you been working so hard, your boys have too, caught that preacher killer last week an' I wanted to bring 'em a thank you. I shoulda asked, I won't do it no more, promise."

"Lemme make it up to you," his hand around her neck gently eases her up, fingers caressing her neck, that soft touch he's learnt to bring out when he needs to placate her, "m'glad you understand why I had to be sure, honey, you're such a good girl for me, aint'cha? Know I gotta be sure, know I'm only doing what I gotta."

Her eyes are huge and trusting as she comes to rest against his chest, looking up at him with all the love he knows he deserves. "I know, was my fault." She smiles as she takes his hand in hers. "But we're good, we're always good."

"That's my girl." He smirks as she reacts to his praise. "Now how abouts I give you what you been begging for, huh? I'll even let you choose. On the desk or in my chair."

"The chair?" Her eyes light up as she contemplates riding him, being pressed up against the plush curves of his body, winding her hands around his neck, seeing his face as she gives him pleasure. "Please, can we? Wanna see you, wanna watch you." Desperation drips from every word and he chuckles at it, strong hands grabbing at her small frame and lifting as he stalks over to his chair.

It's quick; his zipper is down in a flash and he affords her no reprieve or time to accommodate to his thick cock before he's impaling her on it in one swift motion. "There you go, darlin', take what you need, that's it."

Her eyes stay on his for the longest time as she gives it all she has, savouring every roll of her hips, every inhaled gasp from her Sheriff's lips, the way his thick brows furrow together when she clenches, and she knows she's found an angel in him.

By the time they're finished she's soaked in sweat. Her head finds the crook of his neck as she steadies her breathing and he smiles as he holds her close. He knows the whole station will have heard, and he also knows they ain't stupid enough to say shit, not if they wanna keep their jobs anyway, but his chest swells with pride with it all the same. She was his, and they knew it.

"You keep my notes?" Her giggle breaks through his thoughts and the sound brings forgiveness, not that he ever doubted she would.

"Whasthat?" He hums, a deep rumble that makes her nuzzle against him as she chases it.

"My lunch notes," a gentle tug to his hair has him following her gaze to his noticeboard, "you're such a softie, Lee." Warmth seeps through her at the realisation and her smile is ear to ear, fully smitten. She knew he loved them, that's why she did it, but to see them all together was like a catalogue of their love.

"Well, sugar, you put so much thought into 'em, seems a shame to waste 'em." His cheeks flush at his honesty and he thanks his lucky stars that she's looking away for it. "Didn't you say you brought me today's? Maybe I can add that too."

"Mhmm, baloney an' cheese, like you like." His heart swells as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek and he can feel the smile on her lips as she does. "Made you a couple cookies just for you, too. An' fruit! Need my big strong Sheriff staying healthy."

"You're too good to me, sweets." A soft grunt leaves his chapped lips as she leans to grab the bag from where he's discarded it in the mess decorating his desk and the movement shifts her where he's still buried inside her. "Fuck, take it slow."

"Sorry, sorry!" Her smile is infectious as she presses the bag into his hands. "Jus' wanna make sure you get this."

"Best delivery I ever did get," he hums as he leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips, "but-"

"But you gotta work an' I already took up your lunch hour." She finishes for him. "I know, love, I'll get outta your hair. Just glad I got to make sure you eat."

It's a task for both of them as she untangles herself, neither really wanting to let the other go, but eventually she's getting dressed and Lee's tucking into his sandwich as he watches her.

"Steak for dinner?" She hums as she pulls her dress back into place. "I know it's pricey but you deserve a treat, more than cookies, an' I did some budgeting so we can afford it."

"My girl wants steak, then that's what she'll have." Lee's hum is pure adoration. "Though please, tell me you know how to cook it."

"I never tried before, but I know a good recipe-"

"Please, Lord above, say it ain't one of Sandy's." He chuckles as he finishes off the last of his meal, his eyes never leaving her. "She ain't good for much, cooking included."

"N'aw, it's, um, its my ma's. She left me with some recipes for when I was old enough, family ones, and I know she ain't here no more to teach me but the steps look pretty easy. Ain't nobody make it like she did, but I think I can manage." Her smile is sheepish as she looks at him, hoping he approves.

"Yer ma did make one hell of a cut," his eyes are soft, "you're right, nobody makes 'em like she did. But you can, honey, I know you can. Can't wait to try it."

She departs with another quick kiss to his cheek and a whispered I love you, her smile ear to ear as he murmurs it back, fingers trailing her cheek for a second before he let's her go, and she knows as she heads on out of the station that she's the luckiest girl alive to call him hers.

#lee bodecker x reader #sheriff bodecker x reader #sheriff lee bodecker x reader #sheriff bodecker #lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #tdatt #the devil all the time #I've not written in a while be gentle with me 😂

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okay but before cece was even born (talking about dad!lee in one of your first dialogues w/ him.) how do you think lee was like while reader was pregnant with cece? do you think he'd be doting over reader?

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Do I think Lee would be doting on you? While you're pregnant?!! First of all, Lee is always doting on you, all the time, and while you are pregnant, Lee is even more tender and attentive. Swaying with you as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing and rubbing your tummy, constantly whispering the sweetest little things.

All Lee has ever wanted was a wife, kids, and a fresh homecooked meal to come home to after work. Knowing he is bringing a baby into the world with the woman he loves so dearly and will do anything to protect has him doting on you every chance he gets.

#fran's mail #dad!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x housewife!reader

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years

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paint you blue | lee bodecker.

PAIRING: lee bodecker x reader

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is younger than lee), mentions of abortion

A/N: we are one chapter away from the ending! hope you enjoy this.

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He watched the house from his own car, hidden behind a few tall bushes at dawn. He knew he shouldn’t be here, he knew this was probably his overbearing controlling personality taking over him but he was here. All he kept thinking about was what if she yelled out something, what if they hurt her, he didn’t know. He definitely didn’t believe her mother or brother would harm her, they were terrible but they weren’t about to hurt her. Nevertheless, he spent the whole night up, not being able to sleep so as dawn broke, he was in his car driving up to her driveway.

The last thing he had wanted last night was to leave. He thought he should’ve done something, he should’ve taken her for food or to the river, something romantic, somewhere they could think. Instead, he had dropped her here, in this shackled soft home. He watched the door like a hawk, his window rolled down even with the cold weather. He was waiting, waiting for her; yet as he saw the door open and her mother and brother walk out, he slowly lowered his seat.

As for her, she stood by the door, watching as they took the belongings they wanted, almost run sacking the home yet walking away. She couldn’t entirely say she was happy or sad, she was stuck in the apex of all the human emotions. Once thing was certain, she was pregnant. She was pregnant, she was gonna be responsible for another human being and if she was gonna be a mother she was gonna be the type of parent her father had been to her. She was gonna paint the room with a nice colour and provide the baby with memories he could cherish. If she wanted to do that, then she needed the home and she needed to be away from her mother and brother for a while.

- You are gonna regret this, Y/N. - her mother brought out the last suitcase.

- I will decide what I regret or not.

- You’re an unmarried woman-child. - she handed the bag to the taxi driver, before crossing her arms. - You don’t have the capacity to raise a child.

- You raised two, why shouldn’t I? Besides at least I’m not gonna be living off the father’s money unlike you.

- Fine, Y/N. Have fun carrying your bastard child.

She held onto the wood of the door, watching as the taxi drove away. They would be away, angry at her, it was almost as if in a matter of weeks all her family had ceased to exist. She put on a strong facade as her mother and brother left but once the car was out of view, she broke down crying. Lee observed this from his car, stumbling to open the door before running up the street to comfort her.

- It’s okay, baby. - he wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

- I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

- It’s alright. - he rubbed her back. - I’m here, we’ll figure something out. I have money, I can look after you.

- What if I can’t do this?

- Of course you can. - he cupped her face. - You’ll finish your classes like you said. You ain’t got anything to worry about. You’ll travel like you said and I’ll help you, alright? I love you.

She buried her head in his chest, hoping if she did all her problems would fade away. Truth was, she hadn’t envisioned it like this, to get pregnant like this, to have to cut off her bonds with what was remaining of her family. She also didn’t want to rely on Lee, she didn’t want to be a housewife. Sure, she had her money, she had what her father had left her, she had the house and the diner. She didn’t need his money yet all she could think of was what was to come. She was unmarried and she knew the moment she started showing, it was all going to crumble down on her. The unmarried woman, pregnant from the recently divorced sheriff.

- Let’s go.

- Where? - she looked up at him.

- To the diner. Let’s have some breakfast and then you can come stay at the station with me for the day. Maybe go out for dinner somewhere nice after.

She merely gave him an agreeing motion. Lee couldn’t think of a better way to help, to cheer her up. She couldn’t make her brother and mother be good people, to like him or be ok with what she had inherited. Thing was, she couldn’t make his own father better or his own mother anything else than an an alcoholic, but he could help her. He could be by her side, he could be a good father, he could paint a layer of the happy family over the home. He could not get them back, no matter how much he wanted to do it for her.

The two drove in silence towards the diner, the sound of the wind through the naked trees lulling them in uncertainty. There’s always a fine line, they were both happy for the baby, but both of them had no clue how to move forward. At least, move forward in a way in which she wouldn’t get backlash. He knew he’d never get backlash himself but that didn’t apply to her. She might’ve been born here, but she was still an outsider, a woman who the town didn’t want to replicate.

The two entered the diner and the atmosphere immediately shifted. Once they sat down, she could feel all eyes on her, ignoring he was next to her. A weird feeling settled in her stomach, one she couldn’t deny that it was there. She looked around to see some people not even hiding they were staring at her. Before she could say anything, Dorothy was already barging to their table, ushering them to the back. The old waitress dismissed everyone, sending them to the diner’s floor, only staring at the two of them.

- I’m gonna ask you this one time. - she sighed. - Are you knocked up?

- How do you know?

- What do you mean, how do you know? The whole town is talking about it, pretty sure the next town will know by midday.

- Betcha know who did it. - Lee snickered to himself, wrapping a protective arm around his girlfriend.

- Lee. - she sighed, giving him a look which stopped him from saying anything else. She turned her head towards Dorothy again. - I am pregnant and I seriously don’t wanna hear anything else.

- But you have to get married.

- No, no I don’t. You know what ... I gotta go.

Lee went after her. He could tell she wasn’t particularly happy with that marriage commentary, he wasn’t either. He thought if someone was gonna be less of an idiot about it, it would be Dorothy. Yet again, this was an old fashion town with old fashion idiot people. He caught up with her as she was passing by the tall stools, a few people muttering various things. However, one of those particular mutters were quite clear. She stopped in her step, turning around like she had the devil in her mind.

- Will you shut up?

- Excuse me? - the man replied, bread crumbs on the corners of her lips.

- You out of all people shouldn’t be fucking commenting. Didn’t you get a prostitute pregnant then forced her into a back alley abortion?

The old man shut up, returning to his sandwich with the fear she would continue. Instead she just walked out, straight into his car. Lee didn’t push it, he drove to the station and let everyone know if they wanted to comment then they better pack their bags into unemployment. She was upset, of course she was upset, he was upset too.

She sat by the corner of his desk straightening up some papers and organising it into various categories. Once again, he didn’t push it. She liked to simmer in her mind for a while and the only time she said something had been to ask him for a candy bar which he gladly provided.

- Why aren’t we getting married? - he questioned as she opened the candy bar. Her eyes looked up at him for a while in confusion. - We’ve known each other for a while, I’m moving into your place, you’re pregnant. Why aren’t we?

- I don’t know. - she shrugged. - I feel if you married me right now it would be solely because of the baby.

- I wanna be married to you. It just makes no sense you’re pregnant and we’re moving in together if we’re not getting married. Do you not want to get married?

- I do.

- Then why don’t we get married?

- I don’t know. - she adjusted her posture in the chair. - I don’t wanna get married just because everyone is telling me to.

- Forget everyone. Do you wanna get married? ‘Cause I wanna get married to you.

- Is this your proposal?

- Baby, you know I ain’t good at this.

- I’ve noticed. - she smiled. - I would still like a proper wedding proposal, please.

- Alright. - he straightened his posture, putting himself on one knee. - Y/N, will you marry me? This request is in no way affected by the fact you’re pregnant.

- Sure, one request though.

- What?

- We get married in small church out of town tonight.

- Sounds good to me.

- Then yes, I will marry you.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan imagine #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker/reader #lee bodecker/Y/N #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker/you #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker imagine

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qyllenhaal · 3 years

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Good Wives Club [3]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.5k.

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter Two || Chapter Four

Summary: It's been more than a year since she's escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn't care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what's rightfully his.

Warnings (series): Cheating, smut, violence, housewife kink, period-typical misogyny, age gap (about a ten year difference), manipulation, dark themes all around. This chapter: oral (m receiving)

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"I know we only said we'd make cherry and peach preserves, but I also got strawberries and raspberries from the store!"

Y/n thought it would be harder to be in the Bodecker house after what happened the other night at dinner. It was humiliating and she didn't want to show her face around here. She also feared that Lee would be home. However, Florence called her the day after the dinner and asked her to come over to make those preserves Y/n talked about. Y/n tried to snake her way out of it, but she failed to come up with a lie. She felt weakened by Florence's attempts to be her friend. She didn't fully understand why the older woman was trying to be friends with a girl much younger than her. None of the other wives in her own neighborhood cared about making friends with Y/n, but for some reason Florence did.

While Florence's behavior was odd to her, Lou's behavior after the dinner stumped Y/n. He was cold towards her, and often with a stoic look on his face. Y/n didn't ask him what the problem was but she had guessed that it was because he found her lacking as a wife compared to Florence. She remembered how he made her fix his plate and how he hungrily went back for seconds, something that has never happened under their roof before. Her jealousy and insecurity made it harder for her to step into Florence's house. Lou's face lit up when Y/n mentioned going over to the Bodecker's house. Unbeknownst to her, Lou assumed that Lee had already spoken to Florence and she was going to start showing Y/n how to be a proper wife. The hassle of a divorce and starting over was out of the question, but he was not going to put up with Y/n's lackluster performance forever. Florence's friendship with Y/n was a blessing that fell into his lap; she was someone Y/n could model herself after.

"I found these jars that come with little ribbons at the store. I bought enough ingredients and jars to make some for Susie and Dan!"

Florence was very creative, as exhibited in how she decorated her home, how she dressed, and her cooking. She was home all day so she had to come up with some sort of hobbies for herself. Y/n thought about her own daily schedule and how she didn't busy herself with house work like Florence did. For a few seconds it made her feel a bit smut, like someone who has more of a sense of self and a personality that doesn't revolve around being a housewife. However, she has a different life now, and her life is being a housewife now. Being her own person isn't going to cut it when that's not what her husband wants and that's not what makes her friends. Her connections at Tecumseh were shallow because the men only wanted to fuck her for her looks, but this life in Brewer Heights is just as shallow but in different ways.

"You didn't have to buy all this stuff Florence...I feel bad you spent all that money on this."

"Nonsense! I was the one who asked you to do all this, and since you're the one teaching me, it was the proper thing to do!"

Florence's kindness made her sick. She has no reason to hate this woman and it's killing her inside. Florence is so nice and sweet in her face, and it makes all the stories Lee told her years ago about his wife seem false.

Fruit, three bags of sugar, and lemons littered the counter. Florence was expecting Y/n to be her teacher and guide her through this simple recipe, but every creek had Y/n on edge. She doesn't know what Lee's schedule is like these days, but she hoped he would be busy trying to break-up a party of rowdy teenagers.

They were making good progress, and alone, Florence wasn't that bad to be around. Y/n already had a hint of how good of a hostess she could be the other night, but one-on-one she was a bit nicer and what Y/n could only describe as "looser." There was no pressure being around Y/n because she wasn't anyone important in Florence's eyes. She didn't have to be "on" for a young girl who has a husband who complains about her.

"These would be good for a cobbler," Florence says while filling up jar number one of twelve, "do you make desserts for Lou often?"

Lee had told Florence about what Lou said as if it was hot gossip. It was out of character for him to indulge in "women's stuff" like that, but she thought the small smile and laugh was because of the tidbit he had for her.

"Sometimes, but he says he doesn't really like sweet stuff."

"Really? Lee can't keep his hands off of anything with sugar in. He's always sending me to the store for a new bag of candy. If you allow me to be honest for a second, Lee was drinking too much at one point," her voice got lower as if she was afraid of Lee walking in at any second and hearing his wife telling his business to a stranger, "it wasn't good for him; his health and his anger. Our doctor warned him about the problems it would cause if he continued drinking, especially since we were trying to conceive at the time. I was upset with him, but I had to stand by him like any good wife would. Candy and little treats was an easy solution. He cut back on his drinking drastically, and I'm glad I was able to help him."

Florence explains the story of Lee's trip to the doctor as if Y/n didn't know a thing about Lee and his habits. She knew about the attempts to quell his intake of alcohol, but he just became sneakier about it. He'd drink at Tecumseh and he'd drink a lot those rare nights he was at Y/n's old place. But, what she didn't know was that Lee and Florence were trying for a kid.

She feels like confessing her sins like she's talking to a pastor or God himself. She had no idea Florence wanted to be a mother. It never crossed her mind although it shouldn't be so surprising to learn that she wanted kids. Y/n wonders if she played a significant role in the two not having kids. Lee had told her that he didn't want kids, but it wouldn't be unlike him to lie to Y/n's face.

"I'm not interested in having a little brat. If my wife wants a kid then she can go get one of them little sad kids who get left behind by their parents."

He spoke with such disdain when the topic of having a child of his own came up, but here his wife was saying that they were trying for a kid. Confusion more so than guilt filled Y/n. She was distracted while Florence just went back to talk about something more lighthearted. Y/n was not expecting her to indulge something so personal despite not knowing each other for that long, however, nothing she could tell her would be humiliating like the other night.

"I'd love to have a few little ones," Florence said while stirring a pot of strawberries and sugar in a pot. Her voice was honeyed as she sighed. She was clearly lost in a moment of fantasy, "a boy that's a little Lee and a girl that looks like me would be perfect. Lee and his sister don't have the best relationship, but I'd imagine our son would be as protective over his little sister as Lee was with his sister."

It was clearly a dream that she longed for. She spoke about it like someone stuck in the wintery Midwest spoke about California. Y/n did not know what to say to her. She couldn't empathize with her, but she did sympathize with her. Lee was jerking her around too but in a much different, and maybe even more sinister, way.

"Have you and Lou talked about kids yet?"

"No. He's been worrying a lot about his business lately, and we're still adjusting to married life in Brewer Heights."

"Well. Your time will come soon I bet. Lou will come around, I promise you."

Her words sounded more like reassurance for herself instead of Y/n. Y/n herself was not fond of this subject because she wasn't even too thrilled about her own marriage. Marriage was a necessity for her, not a luxury like it might be for a woman like Florence. Having kids is the last thing on her mind right now.

"Shoot," Florence whispered in annoyance. She dropped the wooden spoon back into the pot, catching Y/n's attention.

"What is it?"

"We're out of sugar."

Y/n couldn't believe it. Florence had bought three, but maybe they used more than she expected. They weren't really using measuring cups, just eyeballing it like Y/n always does. Her mother used to be so strict about exact measuring but it all tasted the same to Y/n.

"I'm going to go run to the neighbors real quick. I'll be back!"

"Wait-"

Florence was exiting the kitchen and ultimately the house before Y/n could say anything further.

She was left alone in their house. A part of her wanted to go snooping around just to see what she could find. Lee probably keeps a stash of candy, and also some stronger alcohol than Florence allows him to have hidden somewhere. But she stays put and tends to the pot Florence was working on. She's already crossing the invisible line just being here, so the least she could do is respect her house.

The mix of peaches, lemon juice, and the rest of the sugar simmer in one of the large pots. The house is so still and quiet until she hears the front door opening.

She didn't make anything of it, and she waited for Florence to walk into the kitchen and start talking to her about something irrelevant. Instead it was quiet except for the sound of footsteps. The sound got louder as someone approached the kitchen. Y/n thought nothing of it, she was too concerned with the bubbling sweetness in the pot.

"Well you're not my wife."

It's not just the voice, but the hand on her hip that makes her jump and spin around to face the presence behind her. With the spoon still in her hand, remnants of the peach preserve flies off the wooden spoon and lands right on Lee's pants.

Lee was expecting to scare her, but he didn't expect for her to make a mess of him. The orangeish liquid was beginning to stain his pants and he snarled in contempt.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Clean me off," his command boomed and made Y/n scramble to find the nearest napkin. She bent down to wipe off the stain until he stopped her, "uh-uh, get on your knees and do it."

There was no reason for her to kneel before him, but she listened anyway. Lee thought this was going to be way harder than he expected, but she's still an obedient little thing for him. His authority still scared her and she was quick to please him.

Seeing her down there reminded him of their fun times together. He hasn't stopped thinking about her since the night she popped back up into his life, with little ringlets in her hair and all dolled up. He never saw her like that before, actually clean for once, and with a bit of brightness in her eyes. He used to think that her being a whore for him was what attracted him the most to her, but seeing her look all sweet and innocent did something to him. It's all a ruse, but she wore the costume well. He jerked off in his cruiser the next night thinking about how soft and supple her skin looked. Knowing what she looked like under that dress made it easier to cum. He had looked up at the stars and wished that he could've come on that pretty face and ruined her make-up.

Now she's down on her knees in front of him, with that same pretty face and light make-up on. His hands rest on his hips to give off more of an authoritative look. She rubs at the stain which is placed perfectly near his crotch. Y/n is trying not to stare at it nor is she trying to acknowledge how his cock is getting hard. She continues to brush the napkin against it and throws his pants but she does it very slowly so as to not arouse him any further.

"On your knees...where you belong," he whispers.

Y/n dares to look up at him for a brief second and he's rolling a toothpick in his mouth. His chubbier cheeks look flushed from the brushing against his cock.

"You get on your knees like this for that husband of yours?" Y/n didn't answer which seemed to upset him, "I asked you a question girl."

"Sometimes," she answers meekly. She doesn't want to talk about her sex life with Lee because he'd just make fun of her about it. She knows he insecure deep inside and very possessive, he would not want to hear about one of his girls fucking another man anyway.

"Your husband told me you're not doing your little wifely duties. I thought I trained you better than that, cherry — thought I taught you how to be a good girl."

Her eyes finally met his. Lou had been telling Lee about the personal parts of their marriage? That man hates her; she's sure of it. Never was Lou one to indulge his personal business, so why did he confide in Lee? Was he hellbent on just humiliating her even more? How could someone who was sweet when taking her on nice dates betray her as her husband?

"I do my best-"

"Your best ain't good enough," Lee pauses to grab her hand to see what kind of progress she is making with the stain. It's faded, but still there, "you can't even clean me up properly. You should have known you couldn't hang with the big girls and get married. You're better off at that dump."

Lee was being awful to her and Y/n wanted to know what she did to warrant his verbal attacks. Was he upset about her disappearing from Tecumseh and leaving him lonely? Lee would never admit his true feelings to her, not when he's sober, and he'd definitely never show any vulnerability on purpose.

"Unbuckle my belt."

His commands are all too familiar. She feels like she's slipped right back into the past, right back into her old body, right back into her old life. She unbuckles his belt and notices that it's a new one, probably to accommodate his bigger size. She undoes his pants without any further instructions; she knows how to be a good whore for him. His cock springs free and lightly hits her jaw. She gasps at the impact and Lee chuckles at her.

"Don't act like you're scared of it," he taunts her.

She looks up at him as if she doesn't know what to do next. She's been in this position many times, with other men, but mostly with Lee.

She wraps her hand around his length and it's like she forgot how heavy he felt in her hand. He was so thick, she remembers how he used to stretch her out and fill her up in the back of his cruiser.

"That's it girl," he says. She's only slightly squeezing his cock but it feels so good. It's been a while since he's had someone stroking is cock, "you remember what to do, right? I know my favorite girl didn't lose her spark. You keep that husband of yours satisfied with your pretty mouth?"

"Yes."

"Well, you have to please him somehow."

Y/n was ashamed of the wetness between her legs. If he bent her over he could slip right into her with no problem. He was degrading her but her brain was wired after years of him to get wet at the harsh words he spews at her.

She starts to jerk him off which shuts him up. He doesn't seem to care where the hell Florence is or if she might catch them. Y/n on the other hand was a nervous wreck considering it. She stroked him faster than she usually would in his car. Back then they had all the time in the world and she would slowly stroke his cock, getting him all riled up and frustrated until he was taking it out on her poor pussy in the backseat.

“Put me in your mouth,” he moans.

He’s missed this. He’s missed her.

Her mouth was like wet silk around his cock. Florence was not fond of going down on him anymore, saying she found it a bit “unladylike” since they’ve been married for so long now. But, if there was one thing for sure, it’s always that Y/n will be willing to open her mouth for him, even with that ring on her finger.

“Good girl,” Lee coos at her. He pushed on the back of her head to force his cock further down her throat. She takes it like a pro, just like the whore he turned her into. “You’re going to make me cum girl.”

His balls slap against her chin as he lightly fucks her face. She can’t keep her eyes off of his face. Lou is not as expressive as Lee who is clearly lost in the pleasure of her tongue sliding against the underside of his cock and engulfing him in total warmth. She felt a little bit proud of herself seeing how she was able to make Lee look weak.

Y/n gagged on him when his cock hit the back of her throat. Tears stained the corners of her eyes as she began to gag on his length. Seeing them slide down her cheeks fueled his fire and he was on the verge of abusing her little mouth.

“Such a good fucking whore…letting me use that mouth of yours,” his voice was hoarse as he looked down upon her. She whimpered around him in response and her little cries vibrated against his cock.

Lee pulls out of her completely and roughly grabs her jaw. She gasps as he jerks his cock over her face. She panics over what she’s going to do if he ruins the make-up on her face and she goes back home with dried cum on her.

“Open your mouth.”

Mere seconds after Y/n parts her lips, Lee’s cum sputters out the tip of his cock. It splashes right on her tongue. She forgot that he cums so much. He kept jerking himself off to get every last drop out, completely emptying his balls.

Lee had to lean against the kitchen counter to catch his energy again. Y/n was still on her knees as she swallowed his cum. Some landed on her top lip and she had to lick it off. She was more turned on than she was fearful of the consequences of disobeying him or getting caught. She can’t lie to herself and say she was coerced because she gave in so easily to him.

“Stand up and pull your dress up.” He was still slightly panting. How could he be up for more?

“No,” Y/n says firmly. She stands up, but it’s only to straighten herself out.

Lee furrows his brow at her, not liking her defiance. Did she forget who she is just because she’s married?

“No? You don’t talk back to me, little girl.”

“I’m not having sex with you,” she says a bit louder. Her hope was that Florence would walk in at any moment and hear how her husband was talking to her new friend.

“You don’t have much of a choice.”

Lee pressed his chest against hers and placed his hands on either side of her on the counter, trapping her in. His appearance was daunting, but she had the audacity to draw the line on letting him fuck her. He already used her mouth, he should be happy about that and that alone.

“You don’t get to disobey.”

“What if Florence comes back? What if she sees us like this? I'll tell her about us all those years ago,” Y/n tries to sound threatening but Lee is laughing at her as she speaks, making her voice become weaker as she speaks.

"Like she'll believe you," he shot back, "and even if she does that woman ain't leavin' me. Your husband on the other hand...you're already hanging onto a thin rope. You'll be back at Tecumseh in a day. I'm surprised he didn't smell that place on ya, the stink never leaves."

He manages to turn her on one second and then demean her the next. She can’t help but wonder if she caused herself some bad luck. Did she cross a black cat? Did she piss someone off and they put a curse on her? She was steeped in her own personal hell for the last few months. Everyday was like walking on eggshells and waiting for the next humiliating experience. She would’ve thought that taking care of Lee and keeping him company during a rough time in his life would make him nicer to her, but he was still a mean man.

“I-I don’t want any problems Lee,” she began to beg. She wanted him to see her humility, maybe it would assuage him, “If you don’t want me to come around anymore, I won’t. I didn’t know Florence was your wife when I met her. I don’t want to make you upset. I’m sorry.”

That sad voice and soft eyes always got to him. The scowl on his face drops and he sighs in disappointment at himself. He wanted to have a little fun, scaring her a little in the process, but she looked to be in distress.

“You were always so sensitive cherry,” he teases her to save face, but he backs away from her. “You know I didn’t mean any harm by it. I’m just a bee buzzing around the hive, coming back for more honey.”

“Once a honeybee leaves, they never come back,” she says plainly.

Lee was trying to make things light hearted after upsetting her, but she just wouldn’t get that sad look off of her face. He’ll only admit it to himself, never her, that he was upset when she disappeared on him. He is not used to not having a say in things. He didn’t make the decision to end things, she did, and that pissed him off. He did think he was going to see her again though, but he thought it would be because she got caught hooking, or worse, she was found dead somewhere. The mental image of her dead body somewhere in a ditch or at an abandoned motel room would make him shiver. He was angry with her for not letting him protect her, but how much can a married man protect his whore?

"Florence mentioned your sister...how is she?"

Y/n was now the one trying to save face and change the topic. She felt burned by Lee and disgusted with herself. She wanted to think about something else other than how she got down on her knees without a fight.

"Sandy is...Sandy."

Y/n is honestly surprised that she's still alive. One day Sandy came to work and the next day she stopped. Y/n wondered if Carl had ever killed her or sold her off to someone. Sandy had told her some wild shit one night when she was drunk. She even showed Y/n a photo that Carl had "staged" with Sandy modeling over a man who was pretending to be dead. The photo creeped Y/n out so much that she never spoke of it again. She wondered if Lee knew about what kind of photography his brother-in-law was into, but she never brought it up to him, she never wanted to think about that photo again.

After all this time between the two of them, Florence finally arrived with the sugar.

“It seems like no one in the neighborhood buys sugar anymore — Lee! How long have you been here? Are you home for a break?”

“Yea, just decided to swing by the house real quick only to find Y/n here in the kitchen.”

“She’s showing me her family’s fruit preserve recipe, isn’t that sweet!”

“Yea that is sweet, Flo. Y/n was just telling me how Lou called her before I got here and she needs to get back home. A family emergency, right Y/n?”

Florence looked confused, but ultimately she felt sympathetic towards whatever the problem may be, “oh no, I hope everything is okay! I can finish up on my own, you were a good teacher Y/n. I’ll make sure Lee drops some off someday this week.”

“Thank you Florence,” Y/n isn’t sure why she’s going along with Lee’s lie, but she can’t even look the lady straight in the face after sucking her husband off. Florence hugged her and it only made her feel worse.

“I’ll take her home,” Lee volunteered. Y/n didn’t protest, she had no fight left in her. She just wanted to go home to her husband.

Y/n noticed that Lee was taking the long way to her house. He wasn’t saying anything to her so she wondered why he was doing that? He was quiet, a bit somber even. Y/n could never get a clear picture of Lee even when he was drunkenly spilling his feelings to her. He always left her feeling dazed and confused. Lou was always so straightforward that Y/n rarely had to guess how he was feeling. She was beginning to grow more appreciative of that trait of his after being reminded of how moody Lee can be. Yet something about Lee is still so intoxicating. He still manages to make her legs shake and her head spin.

He finally arrives at Y/n’s house and he stops in front of the house instead of pulling into the driveway. Y/n gives him a quiet “thank you” and unclicks her seatbelt. There is nothing more that she can say to him, but Lee grabs her arms, forcing her to look back at him.

"You go on in and be a good wife, okay? For me, okay?"

Y/n nods her head obediently. Her eyes moved across his face and over his pink lips, observing how his bottom lip sticks out a little bit. She wants to kiss him, but she’s done enough damage today. She slips out of his cruiser without saying another word.

Lee knows he's got her.

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MARVEL

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose : Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU. (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day : Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage : You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul : You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 : Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy. (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

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bubblegumstan · 3 years

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His Perfect Housewife - Part I

Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

Summary: Mrs. Bodecker seems to be the model housewife, but nobody could ever learn the truth about how she met the sheriff.

Prompts: 1950s Suburbia. For this chapter, I used the scene prompt “Bath time” and the dialogue prompt 25 (underlined).

Warnings: This is a dark fanfic (+18) and it includes depictions of violence and sexuality; non-con; dub-con; manipulation; abduction and captivity; misogyny. All characters depicted are adults. Please, do not read if such themes trigger you. Warnings exist for good reasons, so please beware of your media consumption.

Chapter word count: 3.7k+

A/N: This is my entry for the @basementwiveswritingchallenge. Not beta’d, so all mistakes/inconsistencies are mine and mine only. I might have had to tweak the timeline for narrative purposes, so it might diverge from book/film canon. I used Undersplash images for the header.

A/N 2: Thank you so much for all the notes, I really appreciate it! To keep everyone updated, I’m planning six chapters (not including the prologue) and I’m making a tag list for this, so let me know (DM/Ask/Comment) if you want to be tagged in the next chapters, y’all. I’m not used to writing narrative texts, so I’m still finding my voice, so please be patient. Feedback is appreciated!

Prologue

Part I: If on a summer’s night a traveler

Knockemstiff, Ohio. August 1955.

Befriend some locals. Find a boarding house or motel where you could sleep. Hope to get a job at a local diner or bar.

Autumn was getting closer and closer. Soon it would be too cold to camp like you usually did: Always on the move, always on the run. It was time to settle down for a while. Hitchhiking had brought you to Coal Creek, West Virginia, but you had no luck finding a job there. Some nice lady suggested you might get better luck in Meade, so there you were, making your way to Ohio with your backpack and worn-out boots. You had been walking for most of the afternoon now and you would have to hurry up your pace or find somewhere to settle down for the night. As if by cue, a car slowed down and stopped. A police car. Fuck.

“Hey hussy! Need a ride?” You were weary of policemen. They were always intimidating, and you had never had a good experience with people in positions of power.

“Thank you, sir, but I’m alright. Have a nice day.” You tried to sound polite and indifferent, but, like a predator, you knew he could smell your fear.

“Come on, hop in. The road ain’t the place for a young lady by herself.” His steel blue eyes were… beautiful; beautiful and dangerous. “I can drop you off downtown.”

He tried to sound friendly, but you knew, deep down, it was an order. Despite your best judgement, you hoped inside the car.

“Good girl. You’d be walking for a country mile.” He tapped your thigh and you flinched and held on harder to your precious backpack. “You look scrawny, doll. How’d you like something to eat?”

“I’m alright, sheriff.” You kept your eyes low. “Thank you.”

“It’s only deputy sheriff.” He glanced at you. “For now. The old man Cox will be needing a replacement soon.”

You nodded and kept your interactions to a minimum, which seem to amuse the man. No more than half an hour went by until you got downtown. Despite you telling him you were ok, he parked outside a soda shop and urged you in.

“Let’s get you a sandwich and a root beer float.”

You tried to refuse, but he kindly reminded you that it was “disrespectful” to refuse food. Also, this man had a gun and a badge, so you’d rather rumour him than be on this bad side.

The shop was bright. Everything seemed brand new and the young people there were loud and well-dressed and bubbly: everything you were most definitely not. He seemed to notice your discomfort, because after ordering he said you could eat in the car if you liked it better. You nodded positively, but you wanted to hug him. Maybe he was different than you thought he would be. Maybe despite his menacing looks, he was one of the nice ones.

Back in the car, between bites of food and sips of the marvellous soft, creamy drink - You’ve never had vanilla ice cream soda before - you told him your plan: find a room, find a job, maybe go to night school and get your GED.

“Is that why you didn’t want to eat inside? It made you think of school?”

“Kind of.” You shrugged. “They’re all so pretty. I don’t fit in. Besides, I’m too old for high school now.” In reality, you were only mourning the adolescence you never had. You wished you could have been one of those girls in round skirts, wearing bobby socks, polished shoes and high ponytails. But it was not meant to be. Your teenage years were spent in foster homes and juvenile detentions and running away, drifting from town to town. Your adulthood was not getting any easier.

“Over 21, huh? You’re so bony, kind hard to tell.”

“I’ll be fine. Thank you very much for the meal, the ride and… well, it’s nice to talk to someone.”

He flicked his hat before you left the car: “Don’t worry, doll. You’ll be seeing me around.”

With your stomach full and your hopes highs, you hoped around downtown Meade looking for a job. The hostess at Bob’s Diner told you to come back next day to check with the owner, but she warned to look “nicer”. You felt confident and treated yourself to a mauve drugstore lipstick that could double as rouge. It would make you look less sickly for your interview tomorrow.

The sun was low in the sky and you were yet to find a place to sleep. There was a nice bed & breakfast downtown, but the price was way too hefty for you, so you made your way to the motel by the road, only to find it had no vacancy. Damn it.

You were outside the gas station close by to ask for directions when a familiar figure got out of the convenience store.

“Hey missy, what you’re doing outta town?”

“Looking for a spot for the night. No vacancy at the motel.”

“That’s bad luck.” He seemed genuine. “Come in, I’ll bring you to the church. Reverend Carlton lets the hobos sleep inside all the time, I’m sure he’ll let you crash for the night.”

“Thank you, Mr. … Deputy sheriff. You are really saving my life.”

“No problem, miss. You can call me Lee.”

You walked to the car side-by-side and he opened the door to let you in. A gentleman, you thought before telling yourself how dumb it was to feel attracted to a man only because he had not been awful to you yet.

The car was parked in a dark spot, but you felt safe inside it. That was the point of police, after all: to protect and serve. You let your body sink in the softness of the leather seat while Lee made his way to the driver side.

“You know what’s the problem with you young hussies.” You did not process his words fast enough. “You think you can take of yourselves, but you cannot.”

You could not answer. You could not breathe. Before he finished his sentence, something – was it string? Wire? – was wrapped around your neck, strangling you.

“Shh, doll, you’re safe now.”

Trying to react was useless: kicking only drained your energy further and faster. A couple of minutes passed, and you fell unconscious.

When you woke up, you tried screaming in vain: you were gagged and restrained in the dark of what you thought could only be the car. The movement finally stopped after 15 minutes or so, the panic settled in.

Your captor opened the trunk and hauled you over his shoulder like a sandbag. You tried to resist, but your ankles and wrists were cuffed in such a way that made it impossible for you to kick or beat him effectively.

He hurried into the home and down the stairs. He let you on the floor and uncuffed your wrists. The room was barren, except for the ugly carpet and an old wardrobe. He most likely had not planned it: taking you was an act of random madness and you thought he probably regretted already.

You tried to speak through the gag, but it was almost impossible. He only looked at you and said that he would be back soon with a sleeping bag and a bucket for the night.

“You’ll have to be a lil’ patient, girl. I’ll be nice if you’re nice.”

After coming back to deliver the items along with a plastic bottle of water, he bid you good night and left you to your own devices, still gagged. You slid into the sleeping bag, and you cried and prayed until you finally (and mercifully) fell asleep. You did not wake up when the man boarded your window from the outside.

When you finally woke up, still confused and with sore muscles from all the kicking you had done the day before, you found an apple and toast with peanut butter next to you. At least he did not wish to starve you yet.

You explored your little guestroom in search of something that could help you out of here or, at least, keep you occupied in the meantime, since your bag was intercepted by the deputy sheriff. The wardrobe was almost empty, except for some old catalogs and pulp books forgotten inside a drawer. You chose a title that seemed more interesting, or at least less pornographic, than the others.

Reading was hard enough for you but trying to concentrate on the plot was a near-impossible mission considering the insanity of your current situation, but you still managed to get distracted enough to somewhat enjoy the cheap detective drama. Your lips were awfully dry, and the friction created by the gag damaged the skin on the corners of your mouth. It was hard to drink through the disgusting piece of fabric, but it was better than thirst.

Hours must have passed, and you were starting to get hungry (and worried). What did this man want from you? You had nothing to offer; no one cared for you; no one would pay a ransom to set you free. He wants what bad men want to take from women. This possibility alone made you frightened beyond words. It made you think of a time when you were even less capable of standing up for yourself. It made you think of the boys who pinned you down and scared you into silence until you felt your only choice was running away. It made you think of the truckers you would fellate from time to time when things were really, really hard and you needed some fast money and how you would cry and feel horrible after the act only to tell yourself it was better than starvation.

Finally, you heard steps coming down the stairs. The man opened the door and told you to hurry upstairs. He showed you the revolver he had on his hip as a reminder not to even think about running away.

“Hurry up, doll.”

He walked behind you while you went upstairs like he wanted you to. Even if he was not armed, he was bigger than you, bulky and absolutely intimidating, so you felt that rebelling against his orders was futile and, most likely, stupid.

“I’ll let you have some privacy before bath time.” You thought that using bath time as if you were a child was not a good sign, but you entered the bathroom and thanked the havens not to have to relief yourself in front of him.

A few minutes later he opened the door without asking first. He – finally – removed that damned gag that had been torturing you for almost 24 hours.

“You’re welcome, doll.” He was demented, you thought this was the only explanation for him to believe that you would thank him for this. And still, you did not find in you to run of fight. You only nodded and looked down; it was the best performative capitulation you could come up with.

“Sorry, sir. My neck hurts.” This was true and the marks of last night’s attack still lingered: a painful line of bruised skin; black and blue.

“I like you calling me sir, doll.” He took a step closer. “Now take your clothes off and get in the tub, girl. Gotta rub the road grime off you.”

You turned you back to him and stripped down to your underwear, waiting for the next step.

“All of it.” He snarled. “Fast.”

Somehow the fact of him making you do it made you feel worse than if he had ripped it away from your body. He wanted to make you an accomplice in the destruction of your own agency, that was clear. You did take off your bra and knickers and got into the tub where you held your legs tightly and hid your face. He opened the faucet and the hot water started pouring on the ceramic. The steam clouded your thoughts in the most relaxing way. It had been long since you had taken a real, hot bath.

“Ain’t it good?” Lee had seated on a stool next to the bath and rolled his sleeves. You wanted to remind him that you knew how to clean yourself, thank you very much, but antagonizing him was not a good idea. Apart from being a maniac who kidnapped young, helpless women, he appeared to be somewhat sensible; he was a man of the law after all. Suddenly, there was a glimmer of hope: you would appeal to his better nature, and he would realize that letting you go was the best course of action.

“Yes, it is very good, thank you, sir.” You gathered the courage to say something else: “May I ask something, sir?”

“Shoot.” He ran his hand through the water.

“Why are you keeping me here, sir?”

“I took a liking to you, doll.” He smiled. “I’ll help you. Don’t need to be scared.”

“You cannot keep me in the house. What if someone comes in, or… And, and I have an interview for a job, I should have been there.” Lee noticed how you were starting to sob, and he stroked your face softly. He might as well have slapped you: his feigned softness only disturbed you further.

“You won’t be needing no job, silly hussy.” He tapped on the border of the tub. “Put your legs up here.”

“Please,” you did as he told you, “don’t kill me.”

He laughed: a loud and hearty laugh that would have been warming and pleasant if the situation was not so sinister. “I’m not gonna kill you”. He then started to lather up your legs with some sort of rich cream using a brush.

“You know what this is?” He asked, picking something from his lap and showing it to you.

“A razor?”

“Yes, a safety razor for ladies. I’m more of a straight razor guy, but I got it just for you.” He started gliding the sharp object over your legs. “Be still, doll, I don’t wanna hurt you. I got a lot of new things for you.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you like lady’s things?”

“I’m not a lady.” You suddenly noticed your breasts were uncovered and you try to hide them with and arm while you tried to keep your balance.

“You are a woman.” He kept focused on his task. “And women like lady stuff. You’re not a little girl no more, can’t be a runaway forever. It’s a dangerous world out there.”

“I can’t live in that room forever.” You can’t keep me locked in your basement forever.

“You won’t be staying there forever, doll.” He put your legs back in the tub and rinsed them. It had been a long time since you had felt a tender touch. “How’d you like to sleep in a bed tonight?”

“What do I have to do, sir?”

“Just be good.” You saw a glimpse of lust inside his steely blue eyes. The implication was clear. He was just like any other man, after all. “Come on, let’s wash your hair, now.”

After helping you with your hair and massaging your scalp with his calloused hands, he let you finish your bath by yourself, pointing at the fluffy towel and the clothes he brought you. You lost track of the time you spent simmering in the water until you did not feel welcome anymore. He had left a brush for you to untangle your wild strands and a brand-new container of moisturizing cream, certainly one of the lady things he bought to you. The things he bought me to buy me with.

You put on the nylon and lace nightie he had chosen. It was pale pink and satiny; a soft, dainty, sensual thing. This felt like a weird dream – or a very vivid nightmare – and you walked out of the bathroom, not sure if there was anything beyond the door. A part of you wondered if he would be waiting for you outside, but nobody was there. A soft melody filled the emptiness of the hallway; a jazz song you had heard somewhere:

If the moon turns green And shadows get up and walk around

You walked towards the sound: slowly, as if going to the slaughterhouse.

Clouds come tumbling to the ground I wouldn't be surprised

The door to the bedroom was halfway open and you heard him humming along the lyrics.

Cause didn't you fall in love with me?

“Sir?”

If the stars turned blue And willows that weep began to sing

“C’mon in, dolly.” You stepped in and saw him in his own pajamas, leaning over the phonograph, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He looked at you and satisfaction bloomed in his face. “So pretty.”

Weather changes into spring I wouldn't raise my eyes

“Thank you, sir.” You tried to think of something, anything. “You look… comfortable… and thank you for… the clothes.”

Cause didn't you fall I love with me?

“Come here. Let’s dance.” He placed the glass on the side table.

I thought I was foolish To think of romance with someone as charming as you

You came closer and he embraced you, swaying you to the rhythm of the music. His hair was wet like your, his face was soft and he smelled of soap and cologne. He was much taller and bigger. His warmth engulfed you. He breathed in your scent and moaned in your ear. “You’re delicious, dolly.”

I thought I was hoping without any chance Then every hope came true

He kissed your neck, sending a chill down your spine. He kissed your lips, and you did not resist. His hands traveled all over you. Frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights, you felt small.

If the moon turns green And rivers began to flow upstream

“I’ll be renovating the room downstairs tomorrow. I’ll think you’ll like it.” You nodded. “Now, I’ll be nice to you. Won’t you be nice to me, doll?”

This is all a crazy dream; I wouldn't be surprised Anything can happen if you can fall in love with me

“Yes, I will.”

“Show me how nice you can be.” He took one of your hands and placed it over the bulge in his pants. You knew what you needed to do. You pushed down his pants and urged him to sit on the edge of the bed. You took him in your hands, holding him firmly and stroking slowly to start. The times you had done it, you just tried to finish it as fast and possible. Tonight, however, you felt like taking your time. You wondered if it was normal to want to please him; the sudden urge to make him think of nothing else put you for a moment. You wondered if it was lust, or your survival instinct taking over and concluded it was, most likely, a bit of both.

You licked it slowly and he growled. He was hard now, throbbing and dripping. You put it in your mouth while you kept stroking. The salty taste of him invaded your mouth, but it was not completely unpleasant. He stroked your hair as if he was resisting not to grab it and push you towards him.

“God… Fuck, you’re so good.” You tried to concentrate while you guided him deep into your mouth, swallowing, letting it invade you. The sudden sensation of your throat contracting around him made him growl like a beast. It made you feel powerful, although you had no power at all. “Not gonna last long like that, doll.” You did not flinch, keeping the pace despite the few tears that pooled in your eyes, unbidden. His sounds encouraged you to keep going. Maybe if he was satisfied, he would let you go. Maybe you could try again with Lee, in a normal way this time. Maybe he could take you out to the soda shop, but this time as a date…

“Faster, doll, fuck.” You did as he told you and he groaned. You could feel him twitch and you knew he was coming when he stilled and grabbed your hair and let out a loud moan that made you melt. You let him finish in your mouth and you swallowed it, mostly, as some of it dripped down your chin. He looked at you with a vulnerability you had not yet saw in him. He reached out to the nightstand to grab a tissue to wipe your chin and clean himself up.

“Did you like it? Are you happy, Lee?” You asked tentatively.

“I loved it.” He kissed your lips, chastely. “Fuck, I love my name in your mouth.” He got up and put his pants on. He offered you his bourbon and you went on to take a sip to wash down his taste, but it burned your throat, and you winced. “Look at you, doll. You suck my cock like that, but you can’t chug some liquor.” He clicked his tongue. “Go to bed, now.”

“Okay.” You hopped in the bed and under the covers. It was like heaven, like a cloud and it made you feel instantly relaxed. Lee hugged you from behind and caressed your hair and then he traced the bruised line on your neck: “I’m sorry for this. I didn’t mean it to get so bad.”

“It’s okay, it’s getting better.” You wished to forget it was there; a reminder of the brutality he was capable of. He kissed your neck again and wished you good night. A few nights ago, you had slept hidden in the storage room of a truck stop. Tonight, you were laying in the softest cotton sheets you could imagine, in the arms of a man who was keeping you hostage.

The thought made you flinch. You tried to pretend he was not your captor. In his linen pajamas and with the peaceful look on his face while he drifted to sleep, it was easy to pretend he was someone different, someone softer, someone you could trust.

Lee pulled you closer and squeezed you harder. You fell into a dreamless slumber that a part of you wished you could never wake up from.

End notes: The chapter title was inspired by this book. Lee played this song. I had trouble with my original dividers on mobile, so I changed them to these super cute ones made by @royallyprincesslilly that you can find here.

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