You're new in town and the sheriff stops by to tell your how things work around his county
Too Easy
Summary: Sheriff Bodecker gets up close and personal with a single woman moving into his county.
Warnings: Assault, Corrupt cops, Implied violence, Sexism. Please let me know if I missed any.
A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.
Lee licks his lips as he watches you get the last box from your truck. The neighborly thing to do would be helping you, but he likes watching your curves as you move and bend over. Wouldn't be too neighborly showing up to help with an obvious hard-on.
He'd heard the little house on Knox Rd had sold and was surprised to learn it was bought by a lady. The realtor said it seemed like you were fresh from a divorce. Lee huffed. With a body like yours, you must've been cut loose for your personality. No moving company, no help? You're probably one of them "independent women" types.
He'll teach you better.
For now, he'll let you get settled. Once he gets over the shock of how pretty you are and how much he wants his hands on those hips of yours.
About a week later, Lee knows he's got you figured out. He's been watching you like a hawk and learning all about you.
You're as sweet as you look, getting along well with just about everyone. He almost pulled his gun on the young Arvin fella when he shook your hand. Lee's got it bad for you and he knows it. If he wasn't already married he'd pick you up in a heartbeat. As it is, he's looking forward to getting the benefits without the hassle of a wedding.
The fact you live alone almost makes it too easy for him. Good thing he's never had a problem with taking the easy way. Besides, he can be nice, if you'll let him.
There's a knock at your door and you rush from the kitchen with a cheerful, "who is it?"
"Sheriff Bodecker, ma'am."
You open the door with a small frown that brings out the cutest lines in your face. "Can I help you, Sheriff?"
"We got some reports about Ol' Bob doin' a bit o' thievin'." He lays the accent on thick to get you to lower your guard thinking he's just a good ol' boy.
"Oh no!" your hand flies to your face in concern.
"Bein' new in town you're more'n likely to be a victim," he explains, leaving out the fact that there is no Ol' Bob. "Do ya mind if'n I check to make sure your place is secure? I'd hate to have him take somethin' precious o' yours."
"Of course, Sheriff! What do you need from me?"
"With yer permission I'll check the locks on these here doors and windows. Did ya have 'em changed before movin' in?"
A look of concern crosses your features. "No, I...I didn't think to!"
"Well fer now I'll go ahead and check 'em. But tomorrow you best be headin' to Billy and Ralph's hardware to get some replacements. I'll even come by and make sure to help you install 'em properly."
"Thank you, Sheriff, but you won't need to do that. I'm pretty handy."
Lee fights the irritation he feels at your comments. Just as figured, you're an "independent" type. He's gonna have to fix that.
"May I still come in an' check on your windows?"
"Oh, yes! Of course!" You smile widely as you gesture for him to enter.
"Thank you," he nods, smiling at how easy you're making all of this.
He makes a good show of checking some of the windows, giving himself a better idea as to the layout of the little house. He can't have you hiding from him when he's hungry for a rendezvous.
Your kitchen is smelling heavenly, he thinks. It's a damn shame you're not looking for a man, you'd be getting all the good, and bad, men courting you. But since you'd rather be all alone, he gets to treat you like a whore.
"You mind me askin' what your cooking? Smells divine," he praises, getting you to walk closer to the counter.
"Oh, it's just a strawberry pie," you coo. "Though it is about time to get it out of the oven."
Lee steps away as you put on some oven mitts and bend over to get the pie. He licks his lips and readies himself.
As soon as you close the oven door and set down the pie, Lee pulls back his arm and smacks your ass. You let out a yelp and turn to him, eyes full of confusion and fear.
"You've got quite the peach," he purrs. "Been wanting to get my hands on it since you moved in."
"Sh-sh-sheriff, that's not--"
He crowds closer to, pushing your back into the counter.
"Not what, darlin'?"
"Not...not right! You're the sheriff!"
"Which means I'm the man in charge," he replies. "I get to choose which rules get enforced and which ones can be ignored, and by which people."
"But...but..."
He chuckles coldly. "And ain't nobody gonna believe you, either. An outsider to the community? A woman living on her own? They'll be marching you through town with a scarlet A on your chest."
"I...I can go above your head!" you argue, tears forming in your eyes. "State police, FBI, even!"
"Even if they would listen, you'd never get to 'em before my boys get to you, hurt you badly, and leave your body where no one will find it."
"Your deputies are in on it?" you gasp.
He laughs, "not them. People much worse than them. Ruthless people who, if you're nice for them, will give you a quick death instead of a slow one at their hotel with them other girls."
A sob escapes your lips and Lee starts fondling your breasts.
"And damn you'd make those O'Donovan boys a lot of money."
"O'Donovan? The...they run the Heavenly Rest?"
"They're the ones. And they get one notice from me that you're trouble, they will make you wish for death."
"Roger that!" you shout, making him pause long enough for you to headbutt him.
Lee staggers back a few steps before charging towards you, ready to hit back. You easily dodge the blow and head towards the front door, Lee giving chase.
The second he steps outside, though, he's greeted by a couple of State Police vehicles. Some of them with open doors and officers pointing guns at him.
He angrily raises his hands in surrender.
The tallest officer steps forward and Lee recognizes him.
"Captain Rogers," he spits. "Fucking golden boy. Since when do you send innocent women to do your dirty work?"
"The Detective here was only too happy to sign up," he shrugs. "And I can't argue with the results. She even got you to give up your partners."
Lee's eyes furrow in confusion for a moment before turning into rage. "Recording device?"
"Yup," Rogers confirms. "We were expecting this to take a lot longer but, lucky for us, you're too easy."
Summary: Biker Hal Carter and Sheriff Lee Bodecker compete for your affections. Who will you choose?
Warnings: Implied abuse, Mentions of a character's death, Teaching stress. Please let me know if I missed any!
Hal never thought he'd be living a semi-domestic life. As much as he'd once had the goal of getting a cushy office job and a pretty wife, joining the Snowpiercer biker gang had been life changing. He'd loved the camaraderie, yes, but his first time on a motorcycle was invigorating. He often compared it to flying and loved every moment of it.
But then his brother, Jefferson, called and told him his wife had passed away. With Curtis's blessing, Hal left the group and went to help Jefferson and his baby girl, Grace. He started working, unofficially, at Jefferson's coffee and tea shop so Jefferson could focus on taking care of Grace, and himself, without having to worry about the bills or groceries. He would also do fixes around the place, becoming a general handyman, so that Jefferson wouldn't have to sweat so many expenses.
It's been a few years and Hal's little family has reached a kind of normalcy. Jefferson still has his bad days, but Hal makes sure to help him through. Whether it's by giving him space and taking Grace for a walk or sitting with him and letting him go on about his late wife.
Hal was never sure he'd be one for settling down, but seeing how much love Jefferson still has for his wife makes him reconsider. Especially if it resulted in a baby as sweet and good as Grace. Hal flirts with pretty much every woman he sees but, between work and family, he just doesn't have time for dating. But he doesn't begrudge his brother and niece. He'd give the world for them. But now that Grace was going to be at school all day, maybe he'd have the time to start looking for something serious.
Lee often joked that he was "married to the job". The officers on his force would agree. The man was dedicated to his work, taking the role of "public servant" seriously. Whether it was taking care of people during an emergency, making sure people felt safe in their daily life, or taking down criminals.
Ever since he was a kid, Lee wanted nothing else but to be a sheriff. He worked his entire life towards that goal. His parents had hoped he'd set his goals elsewhere and tried to push him into a career that paid better and was a lot safer, but he wasn't having it. Lee was nothing if not driven.
The problem was, all he had in his life now was his job. He was grateful the people of the county continued to trust him and his record well enough to keep electing him. His competition always had an advantage on him in terms of being "family people". They always played at being relatable because they had spouses and children while all he had was his record. But apparently that was enough for the voters.
Still, there were a lot of lonely nights and poor eating. He never had time or energy to cook. Never had time or energy to put into a relationship. But this election cycle he was running unopposed. Maybe it would be a good time to start looking for fulfillment outside of work.
It's your first day on the job in a new town. You hated leaving your job in the city, there were so many good memories. Unfortunately, there were even more bad memories. Your ex-boyfriend, Colin, and his friend, Detective Diskant, made sure of it. Colin had been such a flirt, you should've seen the red flags, but he was so charming. At first. It didn't matter which officers you tried to report him to, Diskant made sure to intercept and nothing would happen.
So you packed up and moved out to the middle of nowhere. You had no savings left after your move, having spent every penny just getting the hell out. But you'd make do on a threadbare budget. You've done it before, pretty much every day since you started college. That's probably just how it will always be. Coupons and penny pinching forever.
But at least you can still have a good life. Starting over doesn't have to be a bad thing. You'll just focus on work, your students, and try your best to forget about men.
