When a pretty girl walks into the station looking for the sheriff, no one ever thought that she could be his wife.
▸ PAIRING & WC: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — 1.3K
▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, age gap (big enough to notice), cockwarming, slight mean!lee (but let's be fr that is him), a touch of fluff
▸ A/N: first of my 2k celebration fics!!! this is for my darling @blowingbarnes for sending in my first request <3 hope you like it my love. actual request included at the end!
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Lee Bodecker is many things, but a ladies' man is not one of them. He had been in a relationship with his ex for years before she finally called it quits and moved three towns over. His deputies know him as a lone wolf, focused solely on work and whatever side gigs he’s working off the books.
So when a pretty young thing with the sweetest smile walks in looking for the sheriff, all heads turn.
“You lost, little lady?” One of them comes up to you first, plastering on a salacious grin that has you crinkling your nose.
“No, just looking for the sheriff. Is he in right now?”
“Well, I’m sure I can help you with whatever it is you need.”
Your lips curl into a sour grimace. “Whatever it is you’re offering, I’m not interested.” Laughter scatters throughout the station as the officer’s smile wipes from his face. “Now, the sheriff?”
“Straight through the back.”
“Thank you.”
At first, they think it’s a fluke. Some new-to-town city girl who got herself into a bit of trouble and wants the highest-ranking officer to help.
Because why is someone like you — fresh-faced, devastatingly gorgeous, inappropriately young — looking for a sleazy geezer like the sheriff?
But then it happens again and again and again.
You keep coming back. You keep asking for Lee.
Each time you come in with a cute little bag, each time you leave without it.
Each evening, everyone watches as Lee leaves with that blue plaid lunch bag in tow.
Once, after you leave, Lee steps out into the bullpen to heat his lunch. His colleagues take that as the prime opportunity to pounce.
“Lee, come on, be honest now. Where’d you pick that gal up? She your niece or something?” Tommy asks first. “She single?”
The sheriff gives him a disgusted look. “Watch your tongue, Deputy, else I’ll shoot it right outta your mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
Once again, laughter ripples through the room. Except their boss isn’t laughing. Lee cocks an eyebrow at Tommy.
“That a problem?”
“N-no, but that gal? Your wife? Really?”
“What about it?”
Tommy opens his mouth but the fear of losing his job has him clamping his mouth shut again. Luckily, Stu has never had a problem with uncensoring his raw thoughts when it comes to his good friend. “What he means is — what’s a pretty young thing like that doin’ with a man like you, Sheriff?”
Lee only scowls. “I have many redeeming qualities.”
“Hopefully that means your di—”
“Finish that sentence and I’m putting you on overnight patrol for the rest of the month. Maybe on the wrong side of town.”
Sure enough, the next time you come around, Stu has to confirm for himself.
And there it is — the big fat rock on your finger.
You don’t make it to your husband’s room before you’re intercepted and surrounded by the entire station; granted, it’s a small department but you’re still circled by these hyenas nonetheless.
“Honey, you have to tell us, what do you see in an old grump like the sheriff?” Stu starts with a grin.
You can’t help the dreamy smile that stretches across your face. “Grump? The sheriff? Please. He’s a big ol’ softie. You should’ve seen what he prepared for Valentine’s Day — flooded our living room with flowers, cooked me dinner, even danced with me in the kitchen to Sinatra.”
All of them are convinced they’ve entered the Twilight Zone. Sheriff Lee Bodecker? Flowers? Cooking? Dancing?
“You’re pullin’ my leg,” Stu insists, “that man’s diet consists of beer and burgers. Store-bought only.”
Your lips twitch. “I do like me a man who can eat.”
Stu wiggles his eyebrows. “You tellin’ me that our boss is a mu—”
“That’s enough,” Lee’s voice snaps like a whip to disperse most of them back to their desks. Unfortunately, his best friend has no fear and continues to tease him relentlessly throughtout the rest of the day.
When he comes home in the evening, sinking into his beloved armchair with a cool beer in hand, you settle right down on his lap. His wide frame trapped between your supple thighs.
“The guys weren’t giving you a hard time, were they?” He murmurs, hand sliding down your back to your ass — practically exposed as your little nightgown rides up — as you curl into him like a kitten, nuzzling your face into his thick neck.
You hum, the vibrations going straight through his skin and down to his cock. “No, it was all in good fun, Sheriff.”
Lee’s pants stiffen underneath you. You smile. He’s always been so easy to rile up.
“Sheriff, huh?” He grunts, “Why don’t you be a good wife and warm this sheriff’s cock, sweetheart?”
You don’t miss a beat, hands peeling down his zipper to free his thick cock. One thing Stu got right — his dick is definitely a big perk to being Lee’s wife. You’re dripping at the sight of it, mouth salivating like a trained dog as you flip the hem of your skirt up, as you sink yourself down facing him.
His cock stretches out your poor aching cunt, still sore from when he fucked you good the night before. It’s a burn that has you whining in delight.
“That’s a good wife,” Lee softly says, kissing down the column of your neck. His cool fingers, now free of the beer bottle, reach up to grope you through the flimsy silk of your gown, pinching at your pert nipples. His touch seeps icy cold onto your skin, eliciting a shiver up your spine.
“Mmm, Sheriff, please,” you wriggle on his lap, pushing his cock deeper into your pulsing pussy.
“Let me watch my show, sweetie. I’m gonna need you to be a good, quiet cocksleeve for me. Can you do that?”
A whimper builds in your chest but you nod quietly, hiding your face in his neck again as he picks up his beer and continues watching his show.
It’s disgustingly arousing to see your husband, much too old for you, a belly that protrudes in a puzzle piece that usually fits so snugly into the arch of your back, offer little to no attention to you. You’re used to the hungry eyes that follow you everywhere. But Lee — while he loves you — doesn’t spoil you that way.
Instead, he barely pays you any mind as he takes another swig of his beer.
It only makes you needier for him. You wiggle impatiently, swiveling your hips to drive him deeper inside you. Petulant whines fall from your lips. “Lee, please.”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Need you,” you pout, grinding your hips down again.
Lee remains unfazed but his cock twitches inside of you, betraying his wanton need. No matter how much he pretends, there’s a reason why Lee locked you down with a ring so early, so quickly.
“Such an impatient little minx. If only the guys knew how much of a needy slut you were, they wouldn’t be asking why you’d want to be with a man like me.”
“I only need you, Lee. Only need you and this fat cock to satisfy me.”
Lee lifts his hips in stuttered thrusts. You slump over him, relishing in the way he keeps muttering what a good wife you are, a good little cockwarmer for him. How your young pussy was made for this old cock.
His fingers bruise evidence of his love on your hips, his mouth imprinting his territorial marks along your collarbones. His cock reshaping your cunt to fit him and only him.
Through it all, he doesn’t stop whispering what a sweet wife you are. How perfect you are for him.
And when is all is said and done, when Lee has creamed inside of you and is keeping you plugged up with his cock, he brushes your hair to the side, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.
“I love you, sweetie.”
“I love you more, Lee.”
+ sam: ilysm bbl you have no idea <33 intended for it to just be cute and we ended up here (as always)
Summary: When you suggest a fake relationship to benefit you and a local deputy, little do you know how real it will become.
Word count: 7.3k
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , non / con , minor language , minor violence , Lee Bodecker being an absolute sweetheart
A/N 1 - This is my submission for @gremlin-girly’s 20 questions challenge
A/N 2 - Prompts
Quote - “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
Character - Lee Bodecker
Trope - Fake dating
A/N 3 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - I created the banner on Canva and the pics were sourced either from Pinterest or Google - credit to original creators - divider by the talented @firefly-graphics
A/N 4 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️
“Knockemstiff is a Podunk backwater town where greed and corruption are fueled by political influence and powerful people looking to benefit.” Not once in your life had you ever doubted your parents' wisdom. Until now. It was your disbelief that led to your current situation with a sapphire stare burning into your soul.
Your mother was born and raised in Knockemstiff and said that nothing had changed from the time she was born to the day she left after becoming engaged to your father. They moved to Columbus while your grandmother stayed in Knockemstiff. Over the years your grandmother would visit for a brief escape and relish in the progressive city where your mother thrived in the updated fashions and attitudes while teaching you to speak and act as a lady should but never to let anyone mistreat you.
Twenty years that had been filled with laughter, lessons and love. Your mother taught you how to be true to yourself but also how to be a good wife to a loving husband, which was something your father exemplified. He in turn taught you to stand up for yourself and how a true husband and father should act. One day you hoped to find a husband with whom you could have a marriage like your parents.
It was something you held on to when you lost both of them in a car accident. A drunk teen had been drag racing and crashed into their car. Only days after their funerals a lawyer called to advise that your mother’s will stated that you had inherited your grandmother's house since she had passed when you were a teenager. With no other family to consult, it fell to you to decide what to do with the house which your mother had rented out. Though you weren’t sure if you wanted to stay in Columbus, you were reluctant to move permanently to Knockemstiff and decided that the best choice would be to rent out your parents‘ house for a few months while you spent time in Knockemstiff to consider your choices. The earnings you made from working part-time and the money that your parents had saved would allow you time to do this. After notifying your employer who bid you good luck and finding a tenant for your parents house you made the journey to Knockemstiff.
Almost a month had passed since your arrival. Almost every word of the warnings your mother gave was accurate. What she hadn’t warned you about was the difference in treatment you’d receive. There were a few of the elders who remembered your family were one of their own and treated you with kindness. Because you were from a big city where the fashion and attitudes were more advanced than the local ideals the women either treated you with condescension or with concealed fear as if you were a seductive temptress who would steal their men and corrupt their youth. To the men you were a challenge. Several of them had attempted to ask you on a date with some being more persistent than others.
One such man was the Sheriff’s son. Johnny Morton relished in his father’s position of authority knowing any misdemeanours would be overlooked. His confidence in his situation was so powerful that it carried over to the rest of his life. It was no secret that women were disposable to him though some foolishly hoped he’d look their way again. But instead his focus was now on you. Like today when he’d ambushed you working at the local library.
“Aw c’mon doll. Let me take you for a ride in my new wheels. I promise to give you a good time.”
Morton’s tone made your skin crawl followed by his lecherous gaze raking over your body. It took all your self control to hold in the shiver he created as you didn’t want him to know he inspired ANY kind of reaction within you. Unfortunately because he was the Sheriff’s son it also required every ounce of civility and propriety to address him.
“Unfortunately I have plans.”
His dismissive laugh just continued to rile you and that last thread of civility was barely hanging on to your last shred of patience.
“Toots I haven’t even said a day. We could go to a passion pit and play back seat bingo.”
Either he was really oblivious or just didn’t know when to quit. But either way you’d had enough. You’d spent weeks turning him down and still he was determined to change your mind. Or more accurately make you his latest conquest.
“I believe the lady said she’s busy.” The smooth drawl relaxed you instantly, knowing that you’d be able to escape this uncomfortable encounter with a witness.
Though his smirk wavered, Morton's eyes never left you. “This don’t concern you Bodecker so go bug someone else. Maybe you can bug someone to dance with you at the Fourth of July party?”
“I’m already goin’ with someone but that doesn’t change the answer.”
A muscle twitched in Morton’s jaw. “And what’s she busy doing?”
His arrogant attitude pushed you over the edge. “She is washing her hair.”
A snort disguised as a cough made your lips twitch though you saw a flash of teeth over Morton’s shoulder. Before he could answer you cut him off. “I also have a date to the party. Now if you’ll excuse me I have somewhere to be.”
You were glad for another presence as you suspected Morton would linger if you were alone but instead he grunted and stalked off. You turned to face your saviour. “Thank you Deputy Bodecker though I’m sorry you had to get involved.”
His blue eyes followed Morton as he turned out of sight. “Some men don’t understand the word ‘no’. Especially those with situations like him.” The scowl on his face melted as he faced you with a small smile. “I suspect you could’ve handled him just fine on your own. But after all the bellyachin’ he’s done and bragging about how he’d wear you down eventually… Couldn’t help myself Miss.”
Bile rose in your throat as the lack of consideration and arrogance of Johnny Morton. You had no intention of exchanging anything but polite words when required. But this just reaffirmed your parents' warnings. You shook your head before offering a smile in return.
“So who’s the lucky girl attending on the arm of the most gallant man in Knockemstiff?”
Deputy Bodecker blinked in surprise before rubbing the back of his neck. “Not so sure I deserve that title Miss. And there’s no dame. I said that to get him off my back. The Fourth of July party is in a few weeks and all the other deputies already have dates.”
You cocked your head in confusion. “And there’s nobody who wants you to take them? Beggin’ your pardon Deputy but that sounds unlikely.”
A shrug answered you. “There’s some ladies who want me to ask. But they just wanna be seen with potential Sheriff candidate Deputy Bodecker. I wanna ask someone who wants to know Lee Bodecker.”
Sympathy and pity flooded you. The Deputy seemed a good man, wasted in this cesspit of a town. “Forgive me if I seem forward Deputy but I’d like to know what Mr Bodecker likes to drink so I can thank him for fending off unwanted advances.”
Red coloured the deputy’s face and he ducked his head shyly. “Cola or lemonade would be swell. But I couldn’t allow you to pay Miss. My momma would skin me alive God rest her soul.”
Feeling brave you winked at him and giggled as his blush deepened. “What if the locals were the ones who paid?” You walked into the back of the library to open the icebox and pulled out two bottles of cola.
“Thank you Miss.” He held out his hand to pop the bottle cap before handing it back to you and doing the same with his own. You watched as he took a hearty swig and gasped in delight. “That’s so good.” He licked his lips and tilted his head at you. “Didn’t you say you needed to be somewhere?
Warmth filled you as you realised he had actually listened to you. “That was so Morton would make like a banana and split. But I should lock up.” The deputy made to stand. “Don’t rush on my account, Deputy. Please finish your drink. I’ll be a few minutes yet.”
As you walked around completing the last minute tasks you could feel his gaze on you but not once did it feel uncomfortable. If anything it felt reassuring. As you closed and secured the doors you turned to find the Deputy waiting on you and took a moment to look at him. Dark hair was closely cropped to his head which only seemed to emphasise the cherubic cheeks you made blush. His eyes had turned arctic when Morton was around but now those baby blues shone softly in the sun. Pink pouty lips tugged into a soft smile. He wasn’t slight like some of the men in town who looked like manicured bodybuilders. Broad shoulders and muscular arms lead to a belly that looked firm with just a hint of pudge continued down to thick thighs.
The man before you was a good looking gallant gentleman. He deserved to go to the party with someone who appreciated that. Suddenly your brain sparked with an idea. It was risky but could benefit both of you. “Deputy… would you mind walking with me for a bit please?”
“Beggin’ your pardon Miss. You want to do what?” The Deputy’s brows shot up so fast they almost flew off his face while his blue orbs now resembled owl eyes with how wide they’d grown.
“Pretend to be a couple for the next few weeks until the results of the election. First, I think it would help with the election if you were seen to be an upstanding citizen and traditional man with a sweetheart.” Your logic couldn’t be refuted. “Second it gets Morton to leave us both alone.” Another valid point.
His brows had lowered and were now furrowed as Deputy Bodecker tilted his head. “I guess that might work. But why would you want to be seen with a slob like me?”
You couldn’t help the feeling of pity that filled you at his question. Was this really how he saw himself or had Morton and his ilk somehow influenced him? “You said you’d like someone to look past the potential Sheriff. I’d like to know more about the man who’s shown me the first bit of kindness since I arrived.”
Lee shuffled his weight nervously. “And after the election? We can’t keep this up forever.”
You stepped closer and looked up to meet his eyes. “Deputy, I’ll be here until a realtor sells my house which I was told would take a month at least. But I’d make sure the blame wouldn’t fall on you. I’d say I was missing home or something.” Lee nodded in understanding. “One condition, Deputy. If I hear so much as a whisper you’ve been seen with one of those streetcorner girls-”
“No Miss, no chance of that. I’m all in.”
Over the next few weeks you and Lee played the part of a new couple. First you both went to a diner in the next county so you could talk freely away from prying eyes and find out about each other. Armed with basic information that one would be expected to know about their sweetheart so began the first step of your plan.
It started small with Lee bringing you a single flower every time he came to visit you at the library to which you reciprocated by offering a cola or another drink so he would have an excuse to stop and talk for a few minutes. Soon he’d offer to take you on walks in your lunch break and treat you to an ice cream if it was a warm day. Your momma had taught you that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach so you soon brought him food to the station if his shift differed to yours. He had been blown away with the tasty treats you brought him which varied from sweet to savoury and snarled at anyone who dared to try and sneak a bite for themselves.
It had become apparent very quickly that “Miss” or “Deputy” weren’t appropriate sentiments for a loving couple. But you hadn’t felt comfortable calling him Lee unless you were with other people. It felt wrong to use his name in such an intimate manner when it was just a ruse. Lee had readily agreed. Since you enjoyed making him blush you changed his pet name constantly to see which ones he’d react to so fiercely. When you called him “Hotshot” Lee’s reaction had you worried for a moment. He seemed to choke on thin air and his face turned white from lack of oxygen instead of the pinkish hue you’d come to expect from teasing. After a brief panic, Lee couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you and kept you close by for the rest of the day. He in turn called you ‘Pixy’ after you introduced him to your favourite candy.
During this time Lee had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. Not that you expected any less. His gallantry knew no bounds. Holding open doors, opening and closing his cruiser door for you, always offering his arm and being respectful with his carefully placed cheek kisses.
Though being in the public eye was the main intention of your arrangement it was unspoken how both of you seemed to enjoy each other's company and wanted time together without having to pretend. It was during these times that you told Lee about your parents and how you wanted so badly to have a marriage like theirs. Lee’s face had flickered slightly when you first told him that you had never wanted to settle in Knockemstiff but his face then transformed with slight envy as he heard the happy tales of your childhood.
Lee then told you that his father had walked out upon finding out his mother was expecting his younger sister Sandy but his mother had raised and instilled good values in them both. Even after their mother died Lee continued to look out for Sandy and followed her to Knockemstiff after she had a shotgun wedding to local boy Carl Henderson. But life had changed when both were killed in a home invasion gone wrong. He’d joined the police force in the hope of maybe being able to catch his sister’s killers but also to try and make a difference. Your heart bled hearing this. Lee had been dealt a terrible hand but remained a good man despite it all.
Though you knew that Knockemstiff was not where you wanted to spend your future, your stomach and heart sank at the thought of leaving behind the man who had completely changed your visit and so you spent every possible moment with him wanting to create lasting memories. But it was more than that. There were moments when you felt truly safe and cherished with Lee. The crinkle of his eyes when he saw you. The little strokes over your knuckles with his thumb if he held your hand. The way his drawl would become a soft whisper when he spoke to you.
Two days before the party you returned to the diner for a third meal. During the meal you learned that the Sheriff from an adjourning county would be attending the party to meet the hopeful candidates but also to try and build a good working relationship between the two counties. Supposedly it would be him and two deputies. Knowing it was vital for Lee to make a good impression you both discussed and reviewed any potential scenarios that may arise. From the Sheriff questioning him to the local ladies approaching him or Morton approaching you. Everything had gone well so far and you were determined to support Lee as much as possible.
After dinner Lee walked you to his cruiser to open your door and frowned when you didn’t get in. “Pixy, you ok?”
Nerves suddenly enveloped you and you ducked your head before nodding shyly. Quietly you reached into your bag and held out your hands. You heard rather than saw him approach and gently take your offering. There was a moment's silence.
“Pixy… why’d you do this?”
You gulped softly. In his hands Lee held two tickets to a horror movie he’d been talking about wanting to see. After the way he’d treated you and refused to take a cent for any dates you knew you had to do something for him. “I wanted to do something nice for you. Something that was for you alone.”
Lee smiled and offered you his hand which you took before squeaking when he pulled you into a brief but firm hug with respectfully placed hands. For a split second you were dazed by the calmness that Lee's touch left you with. All too soon he pulled back with a big smile and gently ushered you into the cruiser before heading to the drive in. At first when the movie played you were fine until tension built and you found yourself inching closer to Lee. When the monster appeared screams echoed throughout the lot but you were pressed against Lee’s side, face hidden in his neck with one hand gripping his leg while the other had a white knuckle grip on his shirt.
“Is it over?”
When the screams resumed you burrowed further into him. Once the screams stopped for a few minutes your breathing resumed normally and the scent of Lee’s cologne filled your nostrils. For another long moment you let his essence fill your head, heart and lungs before freezing. You weren’t sure what was more terrifying - facing Lee or watching the movie. But when you slowly tilted your head back you found Lee looking right at you, his eyes crinkled from the grin he was wearing.
“You’re safe Pixy. I got you.” One of his hands unwound yours that gripped his leg and entwined your fingers with his while the other squeezed the one that clutched his shirt. “You sure you wanna stay?” When you nodded slowly he turned back to face the screen. Every time you flinched or jumped he would stroke your knuckles or squeeze your hand. Butterflies erupted thick and fast in your belly and continued to flutter even after he drove you home and bid you goodnight.
The feeling lasted through the next two days up to when you were getting ready for the party. Lee had let himself in after knocking as instructed by you.
“Just a moment, Stud!”
All at once the butterflies were joined by shaky hands and a dry throat. Why were you so nervous? It was Lee for goodness sake. You figured the nerves were due to knowing so many people would be watching you and Lee tonight.
As you walked into the living room Lee turned around and your breath caught in your throat. He wore a gray suit with a white shirt and blue tie that hinted to how broad and strong he was while the colour made his eyes pop. His hair had grown during the last few weeks so the ends were starting to curl slightly and your fingers itched to stroke them.
Your heart skipped a beat in surprise. Had you really just thought that? It wasn’t till Lee cleared his throat that you realised you had been distracted by your musings.
“You polish up nicely, Deputy Bodecker. Heads will be turning tonight.”
“You’re correct there Pixy but those heads will be turnin’ for you.” Lee gulped softly. “I think every man will fight for a dance with you.”
Warmth flooded your face and heart while the butterflies calmed considerably.
“Can I count on you to protect me from those hoodlums?” You teased breathlessly.
Lee held out his hand which you took and gasped when he brushed a kiss over your knuckles. “Always Pixy.”
Once you picked your jaw up and collected the food you had made for the party Lee then escorted you to the cruiser and drove to the where the party was being held. When both of you entered the noise level dipped slightly before whispers broke out like hissing snakes. Hairs rose on the back of your neck when you felt dozens of glares aimed your way. Though you weren’t sure if it was because you ‘stole’ someone else’s chance to attend with Lee or because your dress, though modest and conservative by Columbus standards, was more revealing and form fitting than those worn in Knockemstiff.
Your grip on Lee’s arm tightened slightly and he smiled at you with reassurance before spotting a few unfamiliar people standing with Sheriff Morton. Since Knockemstiff wasn’t a big town you figured this was the party from the neighbouring county.
“Deputy Bodecker, good to see you. This is Sheriff Wallace from Pickaway.”
Sheriff Wallace shook Lee’s hand and nodded politely at you with a smile. “Pleased to meet y’all.” You watched as he introduced his deputies before a woman wearing a dress similar to yours stepped out from behind them. “This is Genevieve who works at our station.”
Genevieve giggled softly. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to visit our neighbouring county especially when there’s a dance.”
Lee tilted his head and introduced you to the strangers. This was a chance for Lee to impress the party so you decided to step away. “Honey, I’m going to find the food table. Can I get you anything?”
Lee winked. “You know what I like.” Surprised by his response you blushed and ducked your head as the men chuckled softly. Perfect. It was vital they believed in your charade. You walked over to the food table and placed your offering on the table.
“Oh honey you cooked these yourself? How brave.”
You recognised the voice belonged to Dolores. She was a backstabbing busybody with a holier-than-thou attitude that affirmed her position as the town gossip. Only a slight twitch of your brow betrayed the fact her very existence repulsed you as you set the food you’d prepared on the table.
Dolores’ sweet words were laced with venom. “Oh, little chicken pot pies. That’s… memorable.”
Instead of immediately responding you prepared a plate for Lee which contained your chicken pot pie before looking at her. “My recipes are tried and tested by my Momma who taught me everything. She and Daddy were together twenty-five years before they died and he never ate from any plate that she didn’t make for him.”
Dolores gave a simpering smile. “And just what did your dearly beloved Momma teach you?”
“That the way to keep a man was to fill his belly and empty his balls.”
You watched in satisfaction as Dolores choked on a sip of water and spluttered as her face burned red. For her to try to put you down was one thing but to insult your parents? Ire flicked through you at her audacity. When a small giggle sounded further down the table you saw Genevieve who had followed you quietly.
“Everything ok here?” Lee and the Pickaway men had arrived when they heard the commotion.
As you looked at Lee you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. “Yes sweetheart. Dolores here just bit off more than she could chew.” Lee’s brow raised but you saw his mouth twitch slightly.
“If it was this chicken pot pie I can't blame her.” Dolores triumphant smirk faltered when Sheriff Wallace started loading his plate with more. “This is incredible! What angel made this?”
Lee’s arm wound around you tightly. “That’s my girl's recipe.”
Even if it was an act you couldn’t help the pride that flooded you at Lee’s declaration. As you nuzzled into his side you couldn’t help feeling envious of the woman who would one day be lucky enough to take his last name after this ended and you left town. She certainly would be blessed with a kind devoted man like him.
Sheriff Wallace tipped his hat to you. As you blushed slightly Genevieve approached and smiled warmly at you and Lee. “Do you dance, Deputy?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“This is my favourite song. Would you mind?”
Lee glanced at you nervously. This was a situation neither of you had prepared for. On spotting a ring on her third finger he relaxed slightly but was still uncertain. “As much as I hate to disappoint a lady, I’d hate to offend her husband more.”
Genevieve giggled, a sentiment that was echoed by her party. “She’s been married a few years and her husband is a level headed fellow. I promise as long as you’re a gentleman you’ll have no qualms with him, Deputy.” Sheriff Wallace winked at her fondly.
Lee glanced at you again. You knew that the point of this whole thing was for Lee to make an impression but you were reluctant to share him with another woman regardless if she was married. With all eyes on you there was nothing you could do but smile and let him go. You watched as he offered his hand and led Genevieve to the dance floor before placing his free hand with careful deliberation on her hip before slowly gliding around. There was a swooping sensation in your stomach followed by a horrible twisting. Why on earth were you feeling this way?
“Seeing as your Deputy has done his duty I should do mine. Miss?”
Sheriff Wallace offered his hand. Though it was the last thing you wanted to do you politely accepted and allowed him to guide you first to the dance floor then around with graceful movement. Your gaze flickered around until you saw Lee smiling at Genevieve who was speaking softly to him.
“Deputy Bodecker seems like a good man.”
A blush stained your cheeks. Of course your mother had taught you dancing etiquette and that your focus should be on your dance partner, single or not. Though you didn’t think her teachings quite covered this scenario.
“I beg your pardon, Sheriff Wallace. That was rude of me.” You braved a peek and saw what appeared to be an understanding expression on his face. “But yes, Lee is a good man. Though it might be a bit prejudicial to ask the woman he’s seeing. Especially when I’m new to the area. You might be better asking the local folk.”
Sheriff Wallace shook his head as he twirled you gently. “Miss I’ve been a Sheriff for three years and an officer of the law for nearly three times that. I find that I learn more about a man in a position of power by how he treats his inferiors rather than his equals. From what I’ve observed Deputy Bodecker is polite and courteous to most, barring those who don’t deserve it and I cannot say they are undeserving.” Something crossed the Sheriff’s face. “I think he would make a fine Sheriff especially with someone like you supporting him.”
Your face heated as your heart twisted at the kind words. This was a means to an end. But it was promising that Lee was being recognised.
“I think I’ve kept you from him long enough.”
You glanced up in surprise and squeaked when he suddenly turned so you were next to Lee and Genevieve.
“Your sweetheart is a good dancer” she smiled at you. “But I think it’s time I returned Romeo to his Juliet.” They somehow moved effortlessly so you were now dancing with Lee as they swayed next to you.
“Miss me Pixy?”
Glancing up you saw the polite smile for Genevieve evolve as Lee’s face lit up as you started dancing with him. Instead of answering you hid in the crook of his neck. Lee kept swaying but one arm moved across your back to rest his hand on your waist while the other secured your free hand over his heart. As you felt the gentle thud of his heart you melted against him and inhaled the mixture of his cologne and the soap he used. As the song's final notes played you leaned back slightly to see Lee very close to you, his lips a mere breath away.
“Pardon me, would you mind coming with me to powder my nose?”
Despite the fact there were several officers in attendance you could have quite happily committed murder for having your moment interrupted. Lee looked slightly lost but smiled and grazed his lips across your knuckles before turning to face Sheriff Wallace. Cursing inwardly you smiled at Genevieve and followed her towards the restrooms.
“Sorry for interrupting your moment but I really wanted to talk to you.”
Any response was cut off with a growl when you saw the swarm of women descending on the two Sheriffs. They might have been cooing like pigeons but all you could see were a bunch of vultures. When you saw Dolores rubbing Lee’s arm you were seriously considering strangling her.
“I wouldn’t worry about those harpies, honey.” You blinked with surprise at Genevieve’s words. “That man is head over heels for you. Looked like someone had kicked his dog when he saw you dancing with Sheriff Wallace.”
She laughed and guided you towards the restroom. “I wanted to ask you two things. First, I can have that chicken pot pie recipe because it was divine. And second I liked what you said to that witch about how to keep a man.”
Blood rushed to your face. “Oh. I um-”
She laughed as she applied her lipstick. “It’s true though. I’ve been married three years and it’s how I’ve kept my man. He’s never had an appetite for anything another woman has ever offered. My Momma also taught me that.” She flashed a grin at you and winked with approval.
Suddenly a hand wrapped around your throat as you left the restroom and forced you outside. Despite your best efforts no amount of wriggling and fighting lessened the iron hold on your neck. Once at the edge of the property you realised it was Morton holding you captive and glanced over at Genevieve who was also struggling with one of his corrupt friends.
“Let her go Morton.” When his hand tightened around your throat you gasped “She’s with the Pickaway police. You hurt her and I bet they’ll raise hell for your daddy.”
There was a pause before Genevieve was released. When she glanced your way you smiled in reassurance and she took off before you looked at Morton. “What the hell do you want?”
He chuckled mirthlessly. “Heard what you gals were saying about how to keep a man. Wanted to see how well your Momma taught you.”
“Why don’t you take a long walk on a short pier?”
Suddenly your cheek stung viciously and you slumped to the ground from the force of his slap. Tears sprung to your eyes from the stinging but above that rose anger. Your parents had never laid a hand on you. Who the hell did this parasite think he was?
“Listen honey, the moment you arrived I called dibs. I tried being all sweet on ya, offering to take you for rides and I got the royal shaft. Now I hear that you’re easy for that wet rag Bodecker? Nu-uh. Not in my town.”
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
Morton stood with a twisted smirk on his face and his hands resting on his belt as his friend roughly lifted you to stand before Morton.
“Stop with the bit. Now you’re gonna show me just what your momma taught you honey. Do a good job and my friend here will go easy on ya. He loves leftovers.”
You shuddered slightly at the sound of slurping lips but stared Morton down. “Sit on it Morton.”
His face twisted with anger. But before he could raise a hand a grey blur blew past you and tackled Morton into the shadows. From the slivers of moonlight you could barely see but then a growl rose from the dark.
“Don’t. You. Fuckin’. Touch. Her.”
With each word Lee punched Morton who tried to escape but it wasn’t until his friend stepped in that you launched forward to help Lee by kicking and scratching where possible.
“Woah woah woah! Wuss goin’ on here?!”
The loud voice cut through the chaos and you all separated though Lee quickly shielded you behind him. One of his arms was thrown out towards you as if warning you to stay back so you gripped his wrist and squeezed it to reassure him.
“Hey! I asked what’s going on here?!”
It was the person you knew was least likely to help. Sheriff Morton. He glanced around as if expecting an answer but when he saw you behind Lee he hummed softly.
“I see. Well I think that’s enough fun for one night so you oughta head home.” He turned to Johnny. “Son, why doncha-”
“No.”
It took you a moment to realise that Lee was defying his boss. For you. And the elder Morton didn’t look happy with it.
“Cool it Bodecker. Johnny here can run her home while we talk about that scuffle.”
Indignant that Sheriff Morton seemed to imply Lee was at fault you spoke up. “He’s the one who started it because he couldn’t deal with bein’ clutched!”
Lee shifted closer to you as Sheriff Morton took a step forward. “Now you listen here-”
”Trouble in the ranks, Sheriff?” A quick glance revealed one of the Pickaway deputies walking forward.
Sheriff Morton eyeballed you before waving towards the deputy. “Just a lil misunderstanding son. I’ll handle it.”
”Well I’m sure it’s nothing a lady needs to see.” You detected an edge to his words but you were too busy watching the Mortons. When the younger didn’t meet his father’s eyes the Sheriff nodded reluctantly. “Miss, why don’t you come with me?”
When you didn’t react Lee tried to tug his wrist free but you held on. “Go with ‘im Pixy.” Lee didn’t face you and instead kept watching the Knockemstiff men. Your grip moved to squeeze his outstretched hand and relaxed slightly when he squeezed back. “Go on.”
The deputy escorted you to a car where Genevieve was waiting. “C’mon Miss. We’re gonna take you home.”
You shook your head in confusion. “No, I can’t leave him. He-”
“Wallace knows” she murmured softly, catching your hands. “We’re all too aware of how things work here in Knockemstiff. I promise he’s gonna help your Deputy. But we don’t know how long that’s gonna take and you don’t need those harpies judging you. We’ll take you home and you can wait for him there.”
Silently you knew that it made sense and allowed them to take you home. On arrival you began to pace back and forth with uncertainty whether to try and find Lee but you didn’t want to risk crossing paths with the Mortons. As the name crossed your mind you cursed them, Everything had been going so well before the younger interfered. What would happen to Lee now, especially as he had refused a direct order from his boss for you and fought the Sheriff’s son?
You heard a soft tread on the steps and held your breath. Three gentle raps. You knew that knock. Bolting to the door you yanked it open and gasped. Lee had a split lip and the shadow of a bruise forming on his face. Guiding him inside you quietly sat him on the couch before getting a chilled bottle to place on the bruise and gently dabbed at his lip. He hissed slightly but didn’t move apart from his eyes which swept over you a few times.
“Are you alright Pixy?”
Blinking you stared at him before letting out a laugh of surprise. “Me? Have you seen yourself Deputy? What happened?”
“Morton got in a few licks before his daddy arrived.” Lee’s eyes darkened. “They thought they’d get to keep goin’ once you’d gone…”
Lee never once turned as he heard you walk away, his glare at the three men before him never lessening as they watched your progress. Only when their eyes landed back on him did he concentrate on his own current predicament.
“Startin’ a brawl over a girl Bodecker? I expected more of you.”
“He’s whipped. Little hussy has him on his knees. Or maybe she’s the one on her knees for him.”
“You’re cruisin for a bruisin, Morton” Lee snarled, his fists flexing restlessly.
“And you’re done Bodecker. You can kiss the badge and your job goodbye.” Sheriff Morton smirked at him. ”Might wanna take care with those public displays you have with your little sweetheart. Could get you both into some trouble.”
Over the derisive laughter and taunting threats from the other two, Lee felt a thud of panic. Not for him. But you. How could he protect you from his former boss and his sleaze of a son without his job?
“I think you’ll find that you’re the one in trouble, Sheriff Morton.” Lee turned to find Sheriff Wallace with his remaining Deputy standing close by. Both wore identical grins.
Sheriff Morton straightened as his eyes narrowed. “All due respect but this ain’t your concern nor your county.”
Sheriff Wallace chuckled though there was no humour in the sound. “I think you’ll find that it is my concern. Who owns the maroon ‘49 Mercury?”
“It’s actually Midland Maroon. That’d be my ride.” Johnny’s chest puffed out, not noticing the warning glare his father shot. “Ain’t she a beauty?”
Wallace grinned and tilted his head. “Sure is. You wouldn’t forget that in a hurry. Especially when the passengers are engaged in repeated acts of public indecency. Unfortunately it always seemed to vanish by the time the police arrived.” His grin widened when he saw Johnny freeze with realisation lighting his face. “So I asked all Sheriffs in the surrounding counties if they knew about this vehicle. And most tell me they have the same issue. Except you, Sheriff Morton. You said you’d never seen it before. I wonder how well you can do your job if you can’t see what’s right in front of you?”
It was abundantly clear that Wallace’s words held heavier meaning and belied his knowledge of the true corruption in Knockemstiff.
“We’re gonna take your boy to our station. He’s in a lot of trouble.”
His deputy walked up and cuffed the younger Morton who was threatening about what the elder Morton would do. But Sheriff Morton’s face just paled. This was a man whose palm he had never greased and from the sound of things would never even have the chance to try.
Wallace’s eyes softened when they landed on Lee. “Walk with me Mr Bodecker. We need to talk about what happened with your lady.”
“I don’t know what lies that little hussy told you but she’s been leadin’ on my boy since she arrived here!”
Wallace’s brow raised. “Which hussy do you mean? Mr Bodecker’s girl who’s been a delight compared to the scum I’ve seen, or my wife who told me that this lowlife here manhandled her out of the bathroom for his own pleasure? Only the fact that she’s from Pickaway saw her being released. My other deputy heard the threat about leftovers.”
Wallace then slapped a pair of cuffs on Johnny’s lackey. “You best get these boys a good lawyer, Sheriff.”
Lee fell into step as they headed towards a cruiser with a Pickaway sign. Once the two were settled in the back, Wallace turned to Lee. “You ok son?”
Lee nodded, unable to believe what had just transpired. But suddenly it was like a fog lifted from his face. “Sir, my-”
“She’s safe. Gen and my other deputy took her home. I trust him with my life and Gen’s. I promise no harm would’ve come to her.”
Sheriff Wallace smiled at the man before him who didn’t seem to know which way was up.
“You got caught in a brawl and lost your job yet your first concern is for your girl. That’s commendable. That’s what I’d like to see in a fellow Sheriff.” Lee ducked his head from the praise, unused to hearing such a glowing review. “Mr Bodecker, I know you were set on becoming Sheriff here. How would you feel about becoming joint Sheriff for Pickaway county?”
Lee’s head snapped up. “Sir?”
“My deputies are happy in their roles. None of them want the job, not that I blame them. But I’ve been wanting to step back for a while and try for a family with Gen. I wanna be able to take days off and see my kids be born and grow up.”
Sheriff Wallace placed his hands on his hips. “I reckon come our next election you could be wearin’ a Sheriff’s badge. Whaddya say?”
”I need to think about it.”
“WHAT?!” Poor Lee looked startled by your raised voice but you couldn’t believe what he’d said. “Please tell me you didn’t say that. You’re wasted in this town! Why on Earth would you stay?” You frowned as a smile began to grow on Lee’s face and banished the dark look he’d arrived with.
Lee chuckled softly. “Sheriff Wallace asked me the same thing.”
You were baffled. “And what could you possibly have said in return? Lee, I swear-” When his pearly whites flashed your exasperation grew. “Why are you smiling like that?”
Lee shifted closer to you. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name when we’re alone.” His blue eyes sparkled as he murmured. “I said that I couldn’t leave without knowing you were safe. But it’s more than that. I want you to come with me.”
You opened your mouth but he took your hand and hushed you gently. “Pixy… This may have started as an act… but I fell for you. And I think you fell for me too.”
He nodded towards a box that sat on the coffee table. A box where you’d stored keepsakes of your time with Lee - the ticket from the drive in, every flower he’d given you carefully pressed and lovingly preserved.
“I want that future with you, the one that your parents inspired. And I don’t care if it’s Pickaway or Columbus or even the moon… but I want to be with you.”
As his free hand cupped your cheek his eyes darted between your eyes and mouth as he leaned in and kissed you softly. Surprised by his confession you froze momentarily. Mistaking your lack of response Lee almost pulled back before your free hand gripped his shirt and held him still before pressing your lips against his.
In your little bubble your senses were all centred around Lee - his cologne, the faintest metallic tang from the cut on his lip, blue orbs gleaming as he slowly pulled back and the reverence of your name leaving his lips as he brushed his nose along yours.
When Lee’s thumb brushed over the apple of your cheek you squeezed his hand affectionately. As you let him pull you into his hold and press a kiss to your forehead you giggled quietly.
“What’s so funny Pixy?”
You tilted your head back and found Lee’s sapphire gaze piercing you and filling every inch of you with warmth. “I wasn’t looking for love but I found it in the place I least expected.”
Romantic movie marathon with a grump + Lee Bodecker!
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Movie Night In
Characters: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Reader
WC: <1K
CW: Fluff, kissing, use of pet names.
A/N: Divider made by me. Written and edited on my phone; any and all mistakes are my own.
Main Masterlist
This is not exactly the evening Lee wanted—or expected—when he walked through the front door after a long shift. His feet ache, his head hurts, and his stomach has been growling since 2pm.
All he wants is to change out of his uniform, eat a good meal that isn't from the diner and dripping in grease, and love on his wife before retiring to bed early.
You have slightly different plans.
You greet him at the door, eyes bright and a smile that makes his chest ache and gives him the urge to wrap you in his arms and never let you go.
A quick peck on the lips is all he manages to get before you're slipping from his arms, already heading to the kitchen to prepare the table for dinner and talking animatedly about the movie marathon you were about to make him endure.
He grumbles through dinner, slouching in his seat and chewing slowly. Savoring it. Thinking that maybe if he eats slow enough, the movies will be over.
Unfortunately, he's not that lucky.
The second he finishes his meal, followed by a fresh slice of pie, you clean up the table—going so far as to remove the fork from his own hand—before quickly doing the dishes. Lee stays firmly seated. Normally dishes are his responsibility, but after the day he had, he's not about to complain.
"Ready?" you ask, suddenly appearing beside him and startling him out of his thoughts. "The TV Guide says Roman Holiday is about to start!"
You're cute when you're excited, even when it means making him suffer through some of the cheesiest films he's ever watched.
The two of you settle into the couch, a blanket thrown over your laps, a bowl of stovetop popcorn on the coffee table in front of you. Lee wraps his arm around your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle in further. If he's forced to watch a romcom, then he's going to at least be as close to you as he can.
He stops paying attention as soon as the title sequence begins.
By the time the movie reaches the point where Audrey and that newspaper guy meet, he's zoned out, eyelids getting heavier with every passing moment. The warm press of your body against his, your head resting on his shoulder, your fingers tracing absentminded circles on his belly—he's out like a light before he can stop it.
———
A small giggle awakens him, his eyes fluttering open and attempting to blink away the sleep. You moved at some point, head now in his lap with your legs curled up on the couch.
It's not even the same movie anymore; Marilyn Monroe graces the screen instead, singing about diamonds in a hot pink gown.
"What're you gigglin' about?" Lee mumbles, rubbing his face with his free hand. "This movie ain't that funny, is it?"
You turn just enough to look up at him, a grin wide on your face. "Not laughin' at the movie. But I'm glad to see you're awake."
He winces, brows pinching together and the corners of his lips turning downwards. "'M sorry, darlin'. Rough day." His knuckles brush the soft skin of your cheek. You're always so patient with him, far more than he believes he deserves. "What's so funny, then?"
"You were snoring."
Lee's eyes go wide. Oh. So he can't even pretend like he was just resting his eyes.
"And not just snoring—"
"Oh no."
"—You were SNORING." You giggle again and sit up, feet back on the floor, hands waving in the air. "Loud! I think the windows started to rattle. I mean—"
"Stop."
"—It was so loud. I might actually be deaf now. You usually snore, Lee, but—"
"Sugar, please—"
"—This was on another level!"
Lee squeezes his eyes shut, his headache pulsing uncomfortably in his temple. You keep going anyway. When you mention something about an earthquake, he decides he can't take it anymore. Reaching out to turn your face towards him, he leans in and presses his lips to yours.
The sudden silence is sweet for the briefest of moments before you start giggling against him. He sighs, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead on yours. "What now?"
You grin again, eyes sparkling. "I'm kidding. One little snore in nearly two hours isn't bad. I almost didn't even hear it."
Lee scoffs, leaning back further to get a good look at your face. He's sure the look on his face shows exactly how tired he is of your nonsense.
You laugh again, louder this time yet lighter than air. It's music to his ears. The way you're carefree, relaxed and comfortable enough to fully be yourself while simultaneously teasing him like you're kids in the schoolyard again. It's all he could ever want for you.
He shakes his head, a smile slowly forming without thought. And then he's leaning forward again, eyes falling shut when your lips meet one more, this time with a tenderness he's not sure he's shown in weeks.
Your hand reaches up to caress his cheek, rough with the day's stubble, and he finds himself leaning into your touch instinctively. "Lee, we don't need to watch this," you mumble against his lips before finally pulling away. "You need to rest."
His eyes open to find you already looking at him, care and concern laced through the captiveting hue of your irises. He nods.
"You're right. Sorry about the movie night."
"It's okay," you say with a shrug, already moving to stand. "I know you'll make it up to me."
Lee moves to stand, his hand finding yours before bringing it to his lips. "I will. Tomorrow. I promise."
Summary: You tell Lee the best news when he comes home from work.
Warnings: Fluff, language, pregnant!reader, kissing, pet names
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buck-star
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Lee sighs tiredly as he walked in the house. His senses immediately picked up when he smelt something good coming from the kitchen. He followed the smell, finding a freshly baked cherry pie on the kitchen counter. Lee licks his lips and hums in satisfaction, excited to eat it. He then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. You only make pies for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and sometimes for his birthday. It’s none of those days. What day could it be?
“Oh good! You’re home!” You exclaimed happily.
Lee turned around, greeting you with a kiss on your lips.
“Just out of curiosity, what’s with the freshly baked pie, darlin’?” Lee asks curiously.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” You rubbed your hands against his chest. “Sit down at the table and I’ll cut you a slice.” You say sweetly.
“Yes, ma’am.” He says.
Lee went to the dining room and sat down at the table, patiently waiting for you to give him a slice of pie. You cut him a decently sized piece of pie and went to the dining room, placing the plate in front of him on the table.
“Looks amazing, sugar.” Lee compliments before taking a bite. “Oh my god! This tastes amazing!” He exclaims.
“Thank you, sweetie.” You blushed.
“I do have to ask though…” He took another bite of pie before asking his question. “What’s the occasion?” He curiously asks. “It’s not my birthday and it’s not Thanksgiving or Christmas.” He says.
You bit your bottom lip and fiddled with your fingers, trying everything in you to contain your excitement. You have extremely exciting news for your husband.
“I know.” You continued to fiddle with your fingers. “I made you a pie for a very special reason.” You say.
Lee looked at you and took another bite of pie, waiting for you to say what the special reason is.
“Let me start off by saying, you’re a lucky man.” You began.
“I’ve been a lucky man since that day I laid my eyes on your gorgeous self, darlin’.” He smiles, making you blush.
“Well, you just got even luckier.” You smiled. “You’re gonna be a daddy.” You tell him, smiling widely.
Lee’s eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. He was completely speechless.
“I’m- you’re pregnant?” Lee asks, making sure he heard you right.
“Yes.” You smiled and nodded.
Lee stood up from the chair, pulling you up with him and hugging you tightly. He kissed you with so much love and passion that it took your breath away.
“We’re having a baby.” Lee whispers, putting his hands on your soon to be pregnant belly.
“We’re having a baby.” You confirmed softly, putting your hands on top of his.
The whole night Lee couldn’t stop smiling and touching your belly. He even talked to your soon to be bump before he went to sleep. Lee slept well that night.
The following day, you made Lee lunch and took it to the station. You walked in the station with Lee’s lunch and a smile on your face.
“Knock knock.” You say in a soft singing voice, knocking on his office door.
“Come on in, darlin’.” Lee smiles, motioning for you to come inside his office.
You walked in his office, putting his lunch in front of him and sat on his lap. Lee wrapped an arm around your waist while his free hand found its place on your belly. You gave him a sweet and soft kiss.
“You look even more beautiful.” He says.
“I did just buy this dress.” You looked down at it, smoothing it out with your hands. “Do you like it?” You asked.
“I love it.” He murmurs softly. “Just imagine what your belly will look like in it soon.” He muses, rubbing your belly.
Lee’s fingers tickled you a bit, making you giggle and squirm in his lap. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders to steady yourself.
“What did you bring me, sugar?” Lee asks, moving the paper bag closer to him.
“Your favorite.” You answered.
“You’re my favorite.” He smirks, playfully nipping at your neck.
A/N Not gonna lie, I wrote this while practically drunk so it might be shit. I'll probably read through it later and check so sorry in advance if it's not good. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH
Summary You run from Lee to see how long it will take until he can catch you
WC - 910
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Warnings smut, unprotected sex, Chasing, sex in the woods, Lee calls reader bunny, use of title (sheriff), doggy style, creampie, fluff
“Darlin’, I’m gon’ find ya eventually. I know these woods much better than you do.” Lee taunts as he stalks through the woods.
You’re running out of energy to run through the vast woods, and you can tell Lee isn’t as far as he once was. As you frantically look around for where to run next, you realise it all looks the same. You don’t even know which direction you came from.
You hear the telltale sound of leaves crunching beneath heavy footfalls, and you know it’s purposeful, because this is the first time in the hour you’ve been running that Lee’s movements have been heard.
“Come out, bunny. Jus’ wanna play with you.”
A gasp involuntarily escapes your mouth when Lee’s voice is closer than before.
As if in a trance, your legs move before you can think about it, and you run straight ahead. You run at full speed across crisp leaves, and patches of grass and mud.
When you come to another stop, you make your most foolish mistake. And that is yelping when you back into a tree.
A sly grin creeps onto Lee’s face, and he swiftly makes his way towards the sound- as much as a man his size can.
Your head hopelessly looks around, silently begging the trees for where to go next. You can almost sense how close Lee is, so you take off. You nervously look around the woods as you run through the seemingly endless trees. Unfortunately for you, the route you take leads to you running straight into Lee’s chest.
“Gotcha.” Lee beams as he picks you up and throws you over his broad shoulder.
“Shit!” You huff, which is replaced by a squeal when Lee slaps your arse.
“Language, Bunny.”
Lee carries you further into the woods, where he knows no one will come across you two.
He places you on the ground, giving you a once-over to make sure you’re not injured.
“Get on your hands ‘nd knees,” Lee’s voice is much deeper and harsher now as he’s unbuckling his belt.
You get on your hands and knees on the damp grass as your intense arousal becomes apparent. Too distracted by running from Lee, you didn’t realise how much your body enjoys the thrill of being chased.
Lee kneels behind you, and the only warning you get is the feeling of your skirt being lifted and the cool air on your pussy. And then Lee pushes his leaking cock inside your awaiting pussy, without stopping, until he’s all the way in.
You let out a loud moan that almost echoes in the empty forest.
“Christ, bunny, you’re so tight f’me,” Lee’s voice is strained at the feeling of you hot and pulsing around him.
You whine impatiently and grind back against him. Your husband brings his hand down on your right cheek in response, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“Who’s in control here, bunny?”
“You sh-sheriff, you.”
“Good girl, gon’ give you everythin’ now.”
Large, rough hands find purchase on your hips, and a clothed stomach rubs against your lower back. Lee’s hips begin thrusting at a harsh pace. You let out a string of moans at the feeling of Lee’s cockhead nudging your g-spot perfectly.
“F-fuck, you feel so good, Lee!” Your voice is high-pitched and whiny from the onslaught of pleasure.
Lee’s hand comes down against your ass again, “I don’t fuckin’ think so, bunny. What d’ya call me?”
“Ah, She-riff, please!” you gasp.
“Good girl- fuck!”
He leans forward slightly, his stomach now fully dragging against your back with every thrust.
A hand moves from your hip and into your hair. You moan when your head is yanked back.
The warmth of Lee’s panting breath against your left ear makes goosebumps appear on your skin.
“Fuck bunny, you feel so good ‘round me, so tight ‘nd wet.”
Your next moan turns into a gasp when Lee’s other hand glides from your hip and under your body to rub your clit in tight circles with his middle and index fingers.
“Ah, sh-sheriff i’m gonna cum,” your voice is hoarse from all the moaning and whining from the sensations taking over your body.
Your pussy clenches around him uncontrollably, causing him to grunt against your ear. A high-pitched moan rips its way through your sore throat as you cum around your boyfriend's dick.
“Jesus, bunny, you’re so pretty when ya cum f-or me,” Lee’s accent gets stronger when he’s this close to cumming.
Lee give three harsh thrusts before his hips stutter and still as he pumps you full of his cum.
“Goddamn it bunny.”
He pants into your hair, and you can feel the push of his clothed stomach against your back even more. You let out a sigh of relief when his hand lets go of your hair. Not long after, Lee carefully pulls out with a hiss and puts himself back in his slacks.
“Look at that, ‘s my cum leakin’ outta you.”
Lee takes the handkerchief he keeps in his back pocket out and uses it to gently clean you up as best as he can. He pulls your skirt down and lifts you into his arms.
“Was that good?” Lee asks breathlessly while he carries you back to his cruiser.
“Mhm, it was perfect,” you mumble sleepily into his collarbone as you begin to drift off.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“You get some sleep, bunny.”
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Warnings: Awkward romantic tension, kissing mention, mutual pining
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 29th - “It was only a kiss.”
Lee found you by the punch bowl.
Trying to look causal.
You had spent the better part of the church social pretending you were not watching the door, and he had spent the better part of five minutes pretending he had only crossed the room for lemonade.
Neither of you was convincing.
His hands twisted. Your cup was empty. The space between you felt crowded with everything neither of you had said since the last time you were alone.
Since your mouth had found his.
Since your friends had burst through the side door, laughing, calling your names, dragging you both back into the world before either of you could decide what it meant.
Lee cleared his throat. “You been alright?”
“Fine.” You offered politely.
“Good.” He nodded
“You?” You asked
“Fine.” This wasn’t going well.
You glanced down at your cup. “About the other night-”
“Don’t need to make a thing of it.” He irrupted
Your eyes lifted.
Lee’s jaw tightened, like the sentence had tasted wrong the second it left him.
“No,” you replied too quickly. “Course not.”
He nodded once. “It was only a kiss.”
“It was only a kiss,” you repeated, agreeing.
But your mouth remembered feel of his lips. Your hands remembered the front of his shirt. Your heart, traitorous thing, remembered how careful he had been right before he stopped being careful at all.
Lee looked at you like he remembered too. But something so unsure still stayed swimming in the blue of his eyes.
The music from the next room drifted soft and slow through the doorway.
Lee stepped closer, just enough for his sleeve to brush yours.
“Unless,” he started quietly, curiously cautious “you wanted it to be somethin’ else.”
A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.
Prompt: the first day of snow.
Warnings: None. Please let me know if I missed any!
"Ya doin' okay, Sugar?" Lee sits next to you on the couch where you're watching the weather.
"I dunno," you sigh.
He pulls you in for snuggles, "what's got ya down? This is usually your favorite time o' year."
"I know but," you pause as you try to figure out how to put what you're feeling into words. You're ever grateful to Lee that he gives you this time. "I guess I'm just a nostalgic kind of depressed."
His brow wrinkles in concern as he holds you tighter. "Can ya explain it a little more for me?"
You nuzzle against him as you think about how to vocalize things. His presence, his steady heartbeat, are a nice comfort that allow to think more clearly.
"I got stressed out at the thought of the snow coming," you confess.
Lee's eyes widen in surprise. "That's a new one for you, Sugar."
"I know," you groan. "I heard snow was on its way and my brain just went to all the shoveling, the bad drivers, the cold. When did I get so old? I feel like an old granny who needs to move south for the winter."
He chuckles softly, "you ain't no granny, Sugar. If either of us is a cranky old-timer, it's me."
"But I'm complaining about a little snow!" you grouse. "I should be ecstatic, getting to see the pretty snowflakes, getting to make a snowman, an excuse to make hot cocoa. Instead I just thought about all the stress it brings." Tears start to form and Lee gently caresses your cheek. "I don't know that I like who I'm becoming."
That gets Lee's attention. He sits up straight, taking you with him, and gently cups your face. "Now don't you be talkin' like that, Sugar. You've always been the sweetest, most wonderful person I ever had the honor of meetin' and ain't nothin' gonna change that." You sniffle a little at his sincerity. "You're allowed to have bad days and growin' older does mean more baggage. But it ain't gotta mean you're becomin' someone else. I'll bet ya that, when the snow gets here, you're gonna be smilin' at it. You're gonna look out them windows and hum happily because ya still find it beautiful."
He pulls you in for a hug before continuing. "You're allowed to feel irritated at the cold, at havin' to shovel, an' all that. But that don't mean you hate it. Ya still love clothes shoppin' even though you gotta do all the laundry, don't ya?"
You chuckled at that. "Yeah, that's true."
He kisses the top of your head. "You're gonna be okay, Sugar."
"I'm gonna hold you to that."
"You wanna know how I know?"
"How?"
Lee looks over your shoulder and gestures at the window where you could see the snow falling. You gasp and walk over to the window, all smiles, before grabbing your shoes to head out and try to catch a snowflake on your tongue.
Lee is very self conscious about it, he thinks you’d want someone more fit and in shape. So he doesn’t like it all that much walking around shirtless when you’re around or when you two are intimate he wants the light off so you can’t see his tummy.
But you love it. You do whatever you can to show him how much you do. Whenever he steps out of the shower, you’re right there to wrap your arms around him and kiss his shoulder.
“You look so good, Lee. How did I get so lucky?”
You love dragging your nails over his tummy, watching goosebumps rise on the skin. You absolutely love kissing it which earns some giggles from Lee even though he tries to be tough about it.
