#daddy!lee bodecker

Lee made sure you were bundled up tight, ever the protective caregiver. He didn’t care about most people, not long ago he didn’t even care about himself, but he’d burn the world down just to keep you warm. You were practically immobilized by the amount of shirts and coats and stockings and scarves wrapped around you as you braced to face the snow. Your knees could hardly bend as you waddled out into the winter wonderland outside your shabby little home. Lee followed, leather sheriff’s jacket zipped up to his chin, his cheeks flushed red in the cold. 

Normally, Lee would have no interest in even leaving his bed on a day like this. Before you, he’d have stayed in bed all afternoon, rousing only for a cup of coffee with a little kick in it to keep him warm. But how could he ever say no to your big eyes and excited voice when you woke up to the snowfall outside? Even though he’d tried to pull the covers up over his head as you bounced on the mattress next to him, Lee found your smile even warmer than his bed, now the outdoors didn't seem so cold. 

When you plopped onto your bottom down in the middle of the yard, Lee got worried. He ran over to you, flailing in the snow, but as he got closer he found what he’d thought were distressed cries were in fact giggles of joy. You were making a snow angel, or at least trying to, as your excitement got the better of you and it turned into more of a snow-mess. He still praised your hard work, to Sheriff Bodecker it was the prettiest angel he’d ever seen. You were his little angel, after all.

Lee had opted not to make a snow angel, deciding he’d rather keep his clothes dry. Not on your watch! Didn’t he know you couldn’t have a proper snow day without a snowball fight? You waited until his back was turned, a rare opportunity since gazing at his babydoll was a favorite pastime of the sheriff’s. A bright red cardinal perched on the bare branches of the big oak tree, and Lee couldn’t take his eyes away as it preened its crimson feathers. That’s when you got him. 

The snowball smacked against Lee’s back and exploded into a burst of white. The sudden disruption nearly knocked him off his feet and sent flecks of ice down his collar. Scowling, he whipped around, ready to tell off whatever neighborhood menace was trying to start war, but his expression softened when he saw you giggling behind mittened hands. Shaking his head, he bent down to scoop up a ball of softly packed retaliation. Careful not to hurt you, even the slightest bit, even on accident, he chased you through the yard until he was close enough to splat the snowball right on your little woolen hat. Then, he picked you up and spun you around, his eyes not leaving yours as he set you back down in the snow. The tip of his nose was bright red.

“Angel, I’m gonna go inside and work on supper. You wanna play for a few more minutes?”

You nodded eagerly and went to busy yourself in an extra snowy patch of yard while Lee headed inside. He could still see you through the kitchen window as he turned the stove on under a saucepan. He didn’t consider himself a particularly smart man, but he knew that winter days went perfectly with hot soup. It wasn’t much, a couple cans of store-bought chicken noodle on the stove, but he added extra salt and a pinch of paprika, and when he ladeled it into two bowls, he put a sprig of rosemary on top to make it more special. He set the table, a big bowl and spoon for him and little ones for you, then opened the front door to call you back in. 

Lee caught you as you barrelled through the doorway, saving the house from a barrage of wet footprints. He freed you from your coats as you pulled yourself out of your boots. Now in just your dry underclothes and stockings, your daddy picked you up and carried you over to your highchair at the dining table, strapping you in before he took his own seat. He fed you first, taking bites for himself while you drank from your bottle. After a long day of outdoor play, you were nearly falling asleep into your bowl by the time you had emptied it.

“Yeah, tank you Daddy.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Can’t believe the nerve of this town, makin’ this winter so cold an’ dry. My poor baby’s hands are freezin’ right off. Don’t even get me started on that diner, my little baby shouldn’t be stuck back there washin’ dishes. Hell, you shouldn’t hav’ta work at all.”

You had just come home from a long shift at the diner, trudging your way through mud and snow alone in the cold. If you had known Lee was coming home early from the station, you might’ve walked faster or even asked him for a ride home.

Lee kissed your forehead as he continued massaging your hands. “Wish you’d told me you’re workin’ tonight, baby. Could’ve stayed with you at the diner as you were closing up, I know you don’t like bein’ there after hours. ‘Specially if you’re alone in the back. And then I would've stopped by the park for a bit, let ya stargaze before we headed home.”

Lee gently placed your hands in your lap before getting up, causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

Lee chuckled and held your chin, tracing your pout with his thumb. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart. Just goin’ to check on the oven. dinner should be ready soon.”

He walked away, leaving you to slump on the couch. You admired his form as he leaned over to check on the meal roasting away. Lee looked especially handsome to you in his pajamas.

After you entered the house tonight and he saw the stress you were holding, he suggested taking a bath together. He knew you’d feel better having washed the day off of you. He also sensed that you were needing to regress, and a warm bath followed by changing into soft pajamas all while being doted on by your Daddy would get the job done.

The warm bath helped a lot at making you more comfortable, but there was an aching in your bones that only Lee could fix.

“Needs just a few more minutes, darlin’. That okay?”

“Yeah, just wanna snuggle with Daddy,” you said, still slumped over the arm of the couch.

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. 

an | alright friends,, here it is :’-) i am so scared to post this lol, this is my first time ever writing for lee and i really wanted to do him justice so i hope you all enjoy! i wasn’t quite sure how to categorize this one; it has very dark vibes and i feel the dub/non-con warnings are definitely warranted but i’m also not sure if it’s completely a dark!lee situation or just very heavy roleplaying. i’m leaving that up to you to decide!

“P-please…” your crackling voice breaks through the quiet of the poorly-lit living room, the only other sound filling your ears being the soft labored breathing of the large man behind you. Though your glossy stare is focused on the old-fashioned television set in front of you, you can feel the sheriff’s predatory gaze running its hungry hands all along you as you quiver in fear, the slightest whimper rising in your throat triggering the man to jolt you gently against him once more, only worsening the terrible burning between your legs.

With a hand on either side of your spasming waist, Lee holds you upright atop his thick stump of a thigh, the warm muscle of his leg straining beneath his dark-grey work pants and rubbing up in all the worst ways possible against the thin cotton strip of your pastel strawberry print underwear. Agonizingly slow, yet forceful, the man works your hips in a gentle rolling motion, the expansion of your wet patch inevitable as you do everything in your power to keep from submitting fully to his vile tactics.

“Please,” you plead again, earning a sustained hush from the sheriff as he wraps one arm a bit further around you, pressing a hand over your quaking tummy.

“Come on now, angel. Don’t gotta make this any more difficult than it has to be,” Lee’s low voice hums against the back of your neck, the gentle presence of his lips against your tender flesh sending shivers down your spine. “Jus’ wanna take care of you, sweetha’t, you gonna let me do that? Hmm?” At the feeling of his hand trailing down from your belly button to hovering over the crumpled fabric of your skirt, your breath hitches in your throat, a pathetic sob forming in the pit of your stomach.

“N-no, Sheriff Bod-decker,” you hiccup, cheeks burning in humiliation as salty tears begin escaping from the corners of your eyes.

“Oh suga’ pie, you poor thing,” the sturdy man croons, leaning his head over to the side of yours to get a better look at your face, now glistening with fresh tears. “Haven’t even touched you yet, and you’s already cryin’? Must be such a sensitive little doll,” Lee frowns in mock sympathy, dragging his hand down further to cup over your barely-clothed mound, a smug smile forming on his face. “Oh, but looks here like someone might be enjoyin’ thems'selves- look at how wet you’re gettin’ for me, angel. Daddy really gettin’ you that worked up?”

As he works his strong fingers over the wet patch forming at your core, you let out a distressed squeal, your wrists clanking helplessly behind your back in the tight pair of metal cuffs you’ve been tied up with. “Now, now, little one. Don’t be gettin’ too fussy on me,” the sheriff warns, tightening his grip on you with one arm as the other continues rubbing over your ruined panties, your cunt releasing an obscene amount of fluid as the man’s thigh and fingers are worked up against you just right. “Wouldn’t wanna have to tie you down on the bed, show you how fast I can really make you come undone,” he threatens, “no, that wouldn’t be nearly as fun. Love havin’ you just like this, babydoll. Right up nice on Daddy’s leg, hmm? Exactly where you belong.”

When you feel the thin cotton layer of protection being gently moved to the side by his wandering fingers, you can’t keep your voice from erupting from within you, “N-no, please! Please, Sheriff Bod-”

“Uh-uh uh,” Lee’s harsh voice cuts you off, his arm flying up to clamp over your chest as his hand closes in around your throat. “Now I’ve had just about enough of you disrespectin’ me, little girl,” the man seethes, his restriction of your airflow making your head begin to spin. In the blink of an eye, he’s slapped his hand down against your uncovered pussy, a terrified yelp catching in your closed-off throat as your cunt stings bright red. “Now I’m gonna let go of you, sweeth'at, gonna let those pretty little lips of yours take in some air, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me now; d'you understand me?”

With panic building in your chest, you can only think to nod, heaving greedily when he releases slightly on your throat, gulping in air like a fish out of water. “Now what do we say, suga’ pie?” Lee tests, surprising you by grabbing the soaked cloth of your panties and ripping them clean off of you, eliciting a defeated cry of horror as you slump your head against the man’s strong hand still holding your neck, your voice coming out in a pathetic mumble.

“Y-yes Daddy.”

Beaming, Lee coos at you, his fingers returning to your folds for a second time, now much gentler than before, running along in smooth motions against the tender flesh instead of the harsh slapping of just a few moments ago. “That’s my good girl, such a peach for Daddy, aren’t ya?” he praises as he begins bumping his leg underneath you, his pointer and mid fingers sliding down to surround your swollen clit, barely pulling up on the skin to allow just the right exposure to his bouncing thigh. A muffled whimper rises in your throat as more tears pool in your eyes, the terrible sensation of your poor nub rubbing up against the slick fabric of the sheriff’s pants sending tingles bursting throughout every inch of your body, a dangerous sense of warmth forming in the pit of your belly.

“P-please- D-Daddy,” you implore as you’re held up by nothing but your neck, the wicked smile on Lee’s face only widening as he senses your building arousal.

“That’s it, little one. Ride Daddy’s thigh, grind that pretty little pussy ‘gainst it like a good little slut. You like that?” he spits, beginning to work his fingers surrounding your bundle of nerves in gentle jerking motions, “you like it when Daddy holds you down on his thigh and rubs that pretty little pussy raw?”

“Please, D-Daddy- stop,” you sob, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth grind together, your toes beginning to curl as a familiar feeling of pressure begins building in your chest, your head throbbing as you do all you can to fight off your impending climax.

“C'mon now, angel. No use in fightin’ it,” Lee sings right up against your ear as he moves the pads of his fingers over your nub to rub in frantic circles, sighing out in victory as he feels you squirting out against him. “Theere, that’s it, babydoll. Cum on Daddy’s leg, sweeth'aht,” he encourages as you wail inconsolably in his grasp, your entire body contracting painfully as your orgasm is forced out of you. “Just like that, so good for me, peach,” the sheriff continues to praise as you finally begin to wind down, drool and tears dribbling down your chin as you struggle to catch your breath, your entire body now coated in sweat from your terrible high.

“Such a good little doll,” Lee hums, pressing a kiss into the side of your head as he runs his fingers in slow circles over your throbbing clit, causing you to jerk back from the overwhelming sensations. “So pink and puffy for me now, dah'lin. Bet you’re so sensitive, aren’t you? And we’re just barely gettin’ started.”

He dropped your hand to unlock the bolt on the outside of the cellar doors and with a sharp glance at the woods, you took off. The ground here was even less forgiving on your bare feet than the pavement had been, but you barely made it to the tree line before a shot rang out, sending bark chips flying into your path.

You let out a shriek and drew in on yourself, curling into a ball where you stood. “Don’t be doing anything foolish like that,” Bodecker reprimanded. He snapped his fingers, “Get back over here, now, before I lose my temper.”

You scurried back over to the cellar doors, where he gave you an irritated look before throwing the doors open. He squeezed the back of your neck between his fingers, directing you down the steps ahead of him. 

Bodecker pushed you forward, darkness encasing you until there was a click and dim light washed over the room. It was small, the single bare lightbulb able to light the whole room. It was also pretty barren. A workbench in dire need of repair sat in the corner of the room. A stack of broken down cardboard leaned up against the wall and there were several spots along the walls that looked like they were indefinitely damp. 

“I’ll bring down the cot for ya, so you got somewhere to sleep,” he said, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops.

You felt your lip tremble, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise.”

He paused for a fraction of a second, but he shook his head, “No. You’re gonna learn to appreciate what I‘m doin’ for ya.” He cupped your chin again, turning your face this way and that, “I’ll bring down an ice pack too, so hopefully your face won’t swell up too bad.” 

Then he let go, shuffling back toward the steps, leaving you standing in the center of the dingy room. True to his word, he returned twenty minutes later, huffing and puffing as he hauled the folding cot down the steps. You remained where you were, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, still in a half-numb state of shock. 

Once the cot was set up in the corner, he turned to leave again, but you felt your hands reach for his, “Wait-” A sound that was almost a whimper escaped you, “Don’t leave me alone.”

He gave a self-satisfied chuckle, “I’m just goin’ t’get the ice pack.”

Reluctantly, you allowed him to slide his hand from yours and disappear back up the stairs, though a knot of fear began to form in your belly. What if he didn’t come back? He could leave you locked down here and no one would ever know.

So when he returned with the ice pack and a sandwich on a plate, as soon as he set them down, you surprised him by throwing yourself at him with a hug. He braced your shoulders and pulled you back, though he couldn’t mask the slight twitch at the corners of his mouth, “What’s the matter with you, girl?”

You kept your gaze lowered, “‘M sorry, Sheriff. Just a lil scared.”

“What do you got t’be scared of? I said I was gonna keep ya safe, didn’t I?”

You nodded, looking around the grim cellar, “Lotta changes, I guess.” You had to force the words out, “Thank you- for what you did for me.”

He gave a short nod, “Been a big night for ya.” It was like you could see the temptation to reconsider pass behind his eyes, but you didn’t want to overplay your hand. You stepped back, taking a seat on the cot and scooping up the ice pack.

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you gingerly pressed the pack to your battered cheek- it was already tender to touch. Bodecker watched you grimace, his brow furrowing, “That boy didn’t know how to treat a lady. You’re better off without ‘im.”

You didn’t want to speak ill of the dead, but Preston was gone and you were alive. So you nodded, “He wasn’t a good man. Always mad at me for somethin’. I-” You swallowed, throat tight, “I didn’t wanna be scared n’more.” That part was true.

He sat down next to you on the cot, “You don’t have t’be. Not with me.”

You glanced at him, nodding softly as you offered him your free hand. You could practically see his walls coming down as he rested his own hand on top of yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. 

But then his radio crackled to life, “We’ve got a one-eight-seven on east Hayesville Rd. Repeat, one-eight-seven on Hayesville Rd.”

Bodecker took the radio from his belt and replied, “I’m not far, I’ll check it out.” You almost swore out loud; you were so close. You could feel it. But he patted your hand and rose from the cot, “Alright little lady, I’ll be back later. Might be a bit, since I got a bit of mess to clean up.”

Your stomach lurched at the thought of Preston- his blood on the sidewalk. You wondered who’d found him. Had they identified him yet? Rumors traveled fast in Meade; had someone told his mother already? She would think you’d killed him. They all would. 

Tears welled up in your eyes again and Bodecker patted your head, “Don’t worry now, sweet pea. I’ll be back before y’know it.” He nodded at the sandwich on the cot beside you, “You’d best eat up sooner rather than later, else the mice’ll be after it.”

“Mice?’ you squeaked, eyes scanning the dirt floor frantically.

He chuckled, “They don’t do no harm. Don’t mind them none and they’ll do the same.” You drew your feet up off the floor, curling up on the cot with your arms wrapped around your knees, Bodecker’s eyes following your movement, “We’ll talk s’more when I get back. Think you can behave yourself until then?”

Your voice was muted, “Yes, Sheriff.”

“Lee’s just fine,” he flashed a smile that would have been charming under different circumstances. “Be back soon.” Then he disappeared up the steps and you heard the bolt on the other side slide into place. 

You felt a little sick, but you forced yourself to eat the sandwich, if only to keep the mice away. It seemed like the light kept them at bay, but you could hear sporadic scratching from the walls and it made your skin itch. You hated to keep your feet on the cot- they were filthy. But you couldn’t bring yourself to put them back on the floor. 

It seemed like it took ages for Lee to return; you’d replayed the night over in your head over a dozen times. You thought about what you’d do differently- what you could have done instead of running for that police cruiser. What if it had been a different officer? If anyone else had been patrolling the area, you’d be home. Likely a little worse for the wear, but you’d be back in your own bed and Preston would still be alive. It was your fault he was dead. 

Despite your grief, when you heard the crunch of tires, your heart leapt. You waited, listening for the sound of the bolt on the cellar door and the creak of the steps. “You still awake, peach?” He sounded tired.

Your voice was scratchy, “Uh-huh.”

He descended the stairs and glanced at the light, “I thought you might sleep a lil bit. You can turn the light out, you know.”

You avoided his gaze, “Don’t like the dark.”

“Mice, the dark- don’t like much, do ya?”

You weren’t really sure what to say. “What happened? With-”

“Y’aint gotta worry about that. I’m takin’ care of it.” His tone was hard; you thought it was a bad idea to push it right now.

“Sorry,” you cast your gaze down.

“S’alright,” he brushed your cheek with his thumb, “Had a lot to do today. Guess I’m a little cross.”

You raised your hand to brush his arm, but thought better of it, pulling back. But Lee urged you on, “It’s okay. Go ahead.”

"Sorry to be so much trouble." You slid your fingers over his forearm, avoiding eye contact as you did so.

He rested his hand on your ankle, "Ain't nothin' to be sorry for, sweet pea. It's about time someone took care of ya." He brushed his thumb over the edge of your foot, seeming to notice how dirty they were. "What do ya say we go upstairs and get you cleaned up?"

You nodded, toying with the sleeve of his sheriff outfit. He patted your leg, "You gotta behave this time. No backtalkin'. None of this runnin' away business."

"Okay, Lee."

"If you're gonna be my girl, you gotta act like my girl. No reason to be shy."

You paused, but you nodded again, "Okay, Daddy."

At that, he smiled, "C'mon then." He stood and guided your hips down as you slid off the cot and steered you to the exit. "Hate to bring the cot down for nothin', but I'd rather you not need it." There was the hint of a veiled threat, but he squeezed your side as you made your way back up the stairs, pausing to re-lock the storm doors before going inside. 

He guided you down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. It was basic, as far as bathrooms go. The small sink could do with a wipe-down, dust and stray beard trimmings decorating the porcelain. Nothing appeared to be in a state of disrepair, but it seemed a little overdue for a cleaning. 

Lee lowered the toilet seat and lid, pressing you to sit while he fiddled with the knobs on the tub. “Tap’s a little temperamental- ya gotta be careful not to turn too far or it won’t go all the way off again.”

You nodded your understanding and a half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the floor caught your eye. He followed your gaze, cheeks flushing a little, “Sometimes I like to relax in the tub with a drink. You know- after a tough day at work.”

“Sounds nice,” you agreed, nervous to step out of line again.

He smiled, “Maybe I’ll show ya sometime.” He rolled up his sleeves and tested the water before putting the stopper in, “Alright then, you climb on in. I’ll be back with somethin’ clean for ya to change into.” 

You glanced at the water filling the tub; he wanted you to be naked in front of him. With Preston, that only meant one thing. You bit your lip- it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. Still, you took your time undoing the buttons on your dress and you were just climbing in when you felt his hand on your back, guiding you into the tub. 

Your cheeks flushed hot and you couldn’t help the way you jumped at the unexpected contact. Once you were in the water, you glanced at him, your heart hammering at the furrow between his brows.

“Sorry. ‘M a little nervous,” you squeaked. Your hands instinctively drifted down to cover yourself. 

“What’s to be nervous about? ‘S just a bath.” He sounded annoyed, but the weight in your chest lightened a little.

“You mean- you don’t wanna-” Your cheeks burned again; you couldn’t say it.

He sat on the toilet seat, looking frustrated, “You thought I wanted to-” He heaved a sigh, “You’re-” The words seemed to elude him, “Small, right?” 

You nodded; the stress of the past twenty-four hours had been pushing you further and further into a little headspace.

“Then now isn’t exactly the time, now is it?” He said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. But the way you stared at him answered the question he hadn’t asked and he sighed again, his posture slackening as the irritation drained from him, “You gonna let me clean ya up then?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your voice was so clear, it surprised even you. But you were slowly realizing that Lee wasn’t like Preston. He was bad too, but in a different way- maybe in a way you didn’t have to be scared of.

With a satisfied nod, he moved to the floor, a groan escaping him as he knelt. But he quickly set to getting you cleaned up. “I’m a lotta things, but I never forced a lady to be with me.” You looked away; there were no good responses considering that you were here because he’d literally forced you. He seemed to realize the irony, huffing a little, “‘N I know what you’re thinkin’, but this is different. You’re here so I can keep ya safe, but you ain’t gotta do nothin’ with me that you don’t wanna. In fact, if you still wanna go after you get some sleep, I’ll drive ya back to town myself.”

You weren’t about to call his bluff, so you stayed quiet for the rest of your bath. Once you were dried and dressed in a much-too-large button down, Lee sat you down at the small table crammed in the corner of the kitchen and set to cooking. 

You fidgeted at the table while you watched him work, “Can I help?”

“You wanna help?”

“Well, usually-”

“Usually nothin’. Y’ain’t gotta worry ‘bout takin’ care of me. I’m a big boy, aren’t I? ‘S my job to take care ‘a you.”

Your voice was small, “I like helping.” This wasn’t entirely true; you couldn’t remember the last time you’d helped someone else in the kitchen. At home- your old home, you were responsible for everything. It felt wrong to have someone bustling around the kitchen while you sat on your butt. 

He glanced over his shoulder, “Alright, c’mon over then.”

You helped him prep dinner and watched him cook before the two of you sat down at the table to eat. It’d been a while since you’d done that too; ever since you’d gotten a television, Preston had wanted to eat in front of it. And none of this prepared you for how different it was to eat food you didn’t have to cook. 

A soft, blissful hum escaped your lips as you took your first bite, drawing a chuckle and a smile from Lee, “You don’t gotta grandstand for me, sweet pea. I’m no cook.”

But you shook your head, insisting through a full mouth, “‘S good.”

He seemed pleased at that, leaning back in his chair while he ate. Once you’d both finished eating, he pushed his chair back, spreading out and heaving a sigh. He patted his knee, “C’mere, sweet pea.”

It was incredible what a bath and a hot meal could do; you approached him without hesitation, coming to a halt between his knees with your hands clasped behind your back. He grasped your arms and pulled you in closer, so he could hoist you up on his knee. Cupping your chin, he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “That still hurt, peach?”

“A little.”

“We’ll get you patched up real soon, don’t you worry.” He squeezed your knee, “What d’you say we listen to the radio for a little bit before bed, hm?”

You nodded, sliding off his knee and following him to the sitting room. He shooed you off toward the sofa while he fiddled with the radio. “There we go,” the static crackle faded into some sort of program, the voices bantering with one another as Lee made his way over. 

The couch creaked a little as he sat down, throwing his arm over the back over the sofa. He closed his eyes, listening to the people talking. That didn’t interest you much, but you kept sneaking glances at him. He had his feet up on the coffee table and his head tipped back on the back of the cushions. He looked comfy. 

Inching closer was easy- the dip in the couch from where he sat allowed you to gradually get closer until your hip bumped his thigh, but still, he kept his eyes closed. You curled in close, resting your head on his belly.

 Still, you jumped a little when his arm slid down around your back, but he only stroked the back of your arm, “Don’t worry peach, Daddy’s got ya.”

He was warm and soft, his breathing making your head rise and fall. Your mind drifted, your thoughts going fuzzy. There was a voice in the back of your mind that said you should be ashamed of yourself- accepting this without more of a fight. But that voice was growing quieter as time went on, masked by the slow glow of being cared for and the feeling of peace that came with breathing easy for the first time in god knew how long. 

But once you fell asleep, that guilt seemed intent on being heard. You stood on the pavement again, feeling the dust of leaves on the soles of your feet. But this time, it was you Lee was aiming at. You squeezed your eyes closed when the shot rang out, it was just as loud as real life, but no bullet came. Opening your eyes, you realized you were holding Preston in front of you like a human shield, until he crumpled to the ground at your feet. 

The scream that left you burned your throat and it was then that you felt the cool tears on your cheeks, realizing it was no longer a dream. Your breath came in gasps as you scrambled up, finding yourself in an unfamiliar bed. But Lee’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his grasp and he shushed you, “Hey sweet pea, it’s alright. ‘M right here- it was just a bad dream.”

But it wasn’t just a bad dream; that was real life. It had happened. You’d killed Preston and everyone knew it, even if they had the details muddled. And even if they’d let you return, there wasn’t anything left for you in Meade. So, you cried; you cried for Preston, and for his mom, and for your old life. Fat tears spilled over your cheeks as your shoulders heaved until you couldn’t breath, trembling in the bed under the weight of Lee’s arm. 

But he waited, murmuring soft reassurances as he laced his fingers through yours and held you close. When your sobs died down, leaving only ragged breathing, he gave your hand a squeeze, “It gets easier, peach. I promise.”