#daddy!lee bodecker

[angelbaby-fics]

Winter Wonderland

Pairing: Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Little!Reader

Word Count: 850

A/N: In my drafts, this was originally titled "Lee's Country Christmas", but I realized the fic itself doesn't actually have much to do with Christmas but rather winter... so I wanted to save the title for another one perhaps 🤔 hehe y'all know I'm always soft for that big soft sheriff daddy hehehe 💕

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.

Big strong hands lifted you out of your highchair and carried you over to the couch. You struggled to keep your eyes open while Lee settled himself into the sofa, before he pulled you into his lap and wrapped a throw blanket around your shoulders. The soup had settled warmly in his tummy and you didn’t hesitate to make it your pillow. Lee’s hands traced shapes all across your back as you let yourself drift off into dreams of a winter wonderland.

#little!reader #agere fic #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x little!reader #cg!lee bodecker #daddy!lee bodecker #chloe's fic

[pahtoosh]

Dry

[image ID: a gif of Lee Bodecker sitting on a couch and talking, made by tumblr user unearthlydust. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~400 words

warnings: fluff. mentions of taking a bath together. multiple attempts at writing a southern accent were made

a/n: i’ve been dealing with a little writer’s block! apparently writing three essays and a speech at once doesn’t leave me much energy for my creative writing. i wrote this little piece to help with that and i quite like it! it was also my first time writing for lee, i hope i did him justice(as much as i can really, within this context hehe)

pairing: Lee Bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: you’ve had a hard day at the diner and Lee helps you regress at home.

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Lee warmed the lotion in his hands before gently massaging it into your dry knuckles.

“That feelin’ better, baby?”

“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 grinned as he made his way back to you. “If it’s cuddles my baby wants, it’s cuddles my baby gets. Scooch over, sweetheart. Daddy’s not goin’ anywhere tonight.”

#lee bodecker x little!reader #lee bodecker x gn!little!reader #drabble #fluff #soft!lee bodecker #cg!lee bodecker #daddy!lee bodecker #daddy!lee bodecker x little!reader #gn!little!reader #sfw regression #agere fic #toosh writes

[babyjakes]

right up nice, where you belong.

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summary | lee’s got you tied up sitting pretty on his thigh, and you’re in for a wild ride, whether you want it or not.

pairing | soft!dark!daddy!lee bodecker x innocent!little!reader

warnings | you gotta read at least lee’s dialogue in that delicious southern accent!! otherwise it’s not gonna have the same effect, ddlg (daddy!lee little!reader), dub/non-con (lee is pretty dark, reader probably definitely doesn’t want what’s being done to her), thigh riding, abuse of power/authority (just inherently ig), mocking/degredation, praise kink, fingering, forced orgasm w/ squirting, overstim, crying & begging to stop, handcuffs, choking, pussy slapping

word count | 1,235

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.”

#eun's writing #right up nice where you belong #lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #daddy!lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #the devil all the time #the devil all the time fanfiction #lee bodecker fanfiction #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker one shot #lee bodecker imagine #lee bodecker headcanon #lee bodecker blurb #lee bodecker drabble

[bunnyscraft]

Lee Bodecker Master-list

All fics here are 18+ | Minors do not interact

Bambi Eyes: (Series)

Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man, but that only makes it easier doing bad things to get his good girl.

Warnings: Dub-con, Dark!Lee, Innocent!Reader, daddy kink, Stalking, kidnapping, future smut,

୨🌸୧ ﹒࿔ Part (One)

୨🥮୧ ﹒࿔ Part (Two)

୨🐰୧ ﹒࿔ Part (Three)

୨🍌୧ ﹒࿔ Part Four (coming soon)

More fics coming soon !!

#lee bodecker x female reader #dark!lee bodecker #Daddy!Lee Bodecker #sebastian stan smut #dark!sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #dead dove do not eat #Lee Bodecker Masterlist #Gossip Bun 💋 #bucky barnes smut #bucky barns fanfiction

[pete-brenner]

Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker The Devil All the Time (2020)

#lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #the devil all the time #sebastian stan #sebstan #sheriff daddy #sheriff bodecker #my gifs

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

♡ Pairing: Soft!Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation (both fem and male), dark sexual thoughts, pls read warnings

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the above written warnings.

It was only fair that he deserved just a bite. One simple taste of your lips— one long caress of your skin. The sensation of your hair threading in between his fingers as he tugged harshly on the strands. He deserved to hear the sweet cries that would fall from your lips— the sounds he would undoubtedly hear if he ever had his way with you.

He knew it was morally wrong, the thought sickening to want you as badly as he did. But the fact was, the more reasons he tried to tell himself that it was wrong to want you. Sparked more reasons he should have you. The thoughts of missed experiences, missed relationships— moments he'd never get to have if he didn't have you. He wasn't the perfect man, but he was deserving of something good— pure.

Lastly, maybe because it was so forbidden is what made it so desirable— made you so desirable.

Truthfully, he didn't want you at first. The infatuation... well more like obsession— burned slowly. The flame always lit, but it was until a specific moment had the flame raging into a passionate fire.

Lee had started to see your Mother, the two flirting shamelessly when the Sheriff would visit the diner that your Mother worked at. It was romantic at first— Lee coming to visit with flowers in hand. Compliments that he knew would make your Mother flush. He always knew how to leave her speechless, and he hadn't even had her yet. A couple dates fly by and Lee had finally devoured her— finally finding someone to soothe his fix. Someone to satisfy his hunger... for now.

The two were inseparable, never wanting to leave each others side. As your Mother craved Lee, his heart and mind— he only craved your Mother for one thing at first. As time passed, he could feel himself start to care for her. Not only did she satisfy his hunger— but she also listened to him when he needed to vent about stress at work.

A year passed and the passion slowly started to fade, but didn't vanish completely. He found himself busier at work, and at the same time your Mother was taking more shifts at the diner. Although the passion was fading, things seemed to be getting more serious as Lee and your Mother moved in together. Your Mother already had a beautiful home, small but charming. It was then Lee discovered she had a daughter— you.

Lee was frustrated upon finding out about you, knowing that kids only added stress to his life. He was unhappy— and you seemed to start a series of constant fights between Lee and your Mother. The fights seemed to happen almost every night— and despite the frustration and growing toxicity of it all. They still wanted to be with each other. It was becoming a use for company— a way to not feel so alone at the end of the day.

Tension lingered constantly until Lee had met you finally one day in the kitchen. He hadn't known your Mother let today be the day for the first meeting. She wasn't even here. Lee found himself trudging into the room for some much needed coffee before he left for work— when he found you in a silk nightgown. A very see through nightgown, in fact. It left little to the imagination.

"Morning darling." The sheriff greeted, watching you jump and almost drop the mug you were holding.

"Oh my— you scared m-me!" You gasped, holding a hand to your heart. "Good morning... uh what would you like me to call you?"

"Lee's fine sweetheart. You're the (Y/n) I hear so much about." He thought out loud, giving you a once over.

"Hopefully all good things." You tried to joke, but deep down were afraid your Mother had said something bad about you.

Lee chuckled to himself, not wanting to really tell you that he hadn't heard much about you. The more recent interactions between you and your Mother fights— instead of conversations.

"Mother wanted to be here when you woke up— but she was called for an emergency at the diner." You informed him and he grunted in understanding. "It's nice to meet you Lee. I just wanted to thank you for making my Mother so happy. I'm sure we are going to get along just fine— I promise I won't be any trouble."

Making your Mother happy? Lee thought. She must be putting on a front for you— because things hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Overall he appreciated you not being a demon child. In fact— you were much older than he was expecting you to be.

"Pleasure to meet ya darling— we will get along just fine." He told you with a smirk.

You smiled his way, before moving around the kitchen— trying to busy yourself from his intense stare that had your cheeks flushing.

Lee didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt an itch burning— a craving that needed to be satisfied. You were so young— so new to the big bad world.

He hummed and let his eyes roam over your figure again, taking in the way your nipples were poking through the nightgown. He had to bite his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips. He could feel his pants growing tight from the sight of your eyes glancing up to him— so innocently like you weren’t standing here practically half naked in front of him.

“Does your Mother usually let you wear stuff like that?” He asked, speaking down to you.

You bit your own lip, looking down at your nightgown, the silk hiding very little of your body. You knew to never wear it out in public— but he was your Stepfather so you assumed it was okay.

“Y-yes… why do you want me to change?” You asked shyly, feeling insecure about what you were wearing in front of him now.

“Of course not sweetheart— you just gotta be careful dressing like that in front of strangers.” He pointed out, “You don’t have to worry when I’m around— I’ll protect you.”

You smiled at his protection, knowing you and your another were in good hands. If only you got a glimpse inside his mind.

“Thank you Lee, my Mother and I are lucky to have you around.” You told him, watching his smirk grow into a larger smile. “Would you like some coffee?”

He nodded and hummed, sitting down at the kitchen table, watching your body through the nightgown as you worked around the kitchen, getting the coffee prepared for him.

You finally set the cup of coffee down in front of him, standing close enough where Lee would get a whiff of your vanilla, buttery scent of your skin. The faintest smell of strawberries from your shampoo. It was like your scent was a drug— the smell filling his senses and pulling him into a trance.

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

“Thanks darling, look at you being so helpful. Such a good girl, helping your stepdaddy get ready for the day.” He cooed, placing his free hand around on your back, stroking the exposed soft skin of the open back of the nightgown.

His touch made you shiver, the skin he was touching buzzing pleasantly. His hands were rough and textured, lightly scratching your smooth skin.

You looked away from him, trying to hide your flustered state. His touch and his words had you feeling fuzzy— a pleasant haze floating around your brain. It confused you.

“W-will you make it home in time to have dinner with Mother and I tonight?” You asked him, despite the butterflies floating around your tummy.

He moved his hand from the middle of your back to your hip, squeezing the flesh in his massive hands palming almost the entirety of your hip. The action made you gasp, your lower abdomen tingling.

“I’ll be there darling.” He whispered as he was even closer to you now.

You felt your body warming up from his body heat, despite the house being cool. Every time he’d touch you, your body had an odd reaction— one that you didn’t understand. But it had you squirming uncomfortably, not from him. From the fact that you suddenly needed something to soothe this tingle that kept creeping up.

“O-okay.” You breathed out, escaping him once he let you go, paying attention to his coffee.

You used that as your opportunity to leave the room without another peep, heading towards your room where you would lock yourself in— trying to understand this itch you so needed to scratch now. You sat on your bed wondering why you felt so unsettled, so incomplete. You were frustrated and decided to jump into the shower, get yourself fresh and clear your mind— then you’d head to the library.

You took your time in the shower, scrubbing your body all over— making sure every inch of your flesh was clean. You washed your hair, and soon as you found yourself done with your routine— you stayed standing under the water. You stared blankly at the shower wall as you were deep in thought. Your hand had a kind of its own, and you found yourself palming your tit.

You let your finger drag ever so slowly over the bud, and you had to bite your other hand to keep the gasp from escaping.

You felt utterly filthy. Even as you stood squeaky clean in the shower— you knew Mother would be so disappointed at your doing such sinful acts. You knew you should stop, drop your hands and get out— but your thumb continued to swipe and circle your bud, the sensation making you sigh into your hand.

It was something you had never felt before and you wondered— if it was so bad, why’d it feel so good?

The water started to turn cold, going unnoticed by you who was slipping into a blissful state— drowning out the world with the delicious sensation.

Little did you know, Lee had picked the lock on your door and was watching your silhouette through the curtain from the doorway— his own hand palming himself through his pants.

He watched with lust blown eyes as you played with yourself, the delicious quiet whines escaping your lips in a sweet melody. God he wanted to be the one to pull such sounds from you.

He didn’t know how this was going to work, he wasn’t sure he could control himself around you with your Mother around. He guess he would find out soon enough.

For now he scurried off with an aching member, heading into work— the only image of your bare body in his mind.

A/N: this series is gonna be filthy, get ready👀

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

#southern sheriff daddy lee #sheriff lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker x innocent!reader #soft dark sheriff lee bodecker #the devil all the time #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #sheriff lee bodecker fic #soft dark fic #dark fic #dark content

[littlelioncub43]

Ok for murderer Monday 😶‍🌫️

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

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

Home Remedies

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

Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

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

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

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

Kisses 💋

—K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn't stand a chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he did.

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Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker

The Devil All the Time (2020)

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Lee Bodecker

Cheating

🧡 “You don’t want me? Don’t lie to me.”

Pretty please 🥹

muahahahahahha yes

All the right questions

Warnings: dubcon, alcohol consumption, angst, cheating on both sides, being addicted to one another even though you know it's bad for you, getting sorta caught, pushy!Lee, implied smut (past and future), this got a little The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia, unedited

Relationship: soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

The liquor burned. You should have stopped drinking an hour ago and gone home. Your husband, for all his bullshit, will have called your office by now and the switchboard will have told him nobody was there.

But it would have been the same question as always. 'You makin' dinner before or after cards?' Never questions of when will you be home, you alright honey, you missin' me as much as I'm missin' you right now?

Lee asked all the right questions. Had from the first night at his wife's platter party. Everyone had too much to drink, your husband had been out back smoking one of his nasty cigars with a few of the other men. Florence, or Jane-Lee's wife, was in the kitchen with a few of her friends. You weren't exactly sure how it was just you and Lee in the front room. But for a whole 15 minutes, it was just the two of you, completely absorbed. His hand on your knee with your eyes glued to his pink flushed lips.

And 15 minutes was all it took for the addiction to set in. That little moment, when you had his absolute attention was all you needed to be swayed. Bumping into each other became phone calls and whispers became lunches and kissing in alleys became quick and dirty fucks whenever you could get it.

Except she knew now. Lee's wife. You refused to learn her name, make her a real person because it ruined the illusion, the sneaking around. You were calling it off now. She didn't know it was you, Lee just called saying she found a pair of your panties in his cruiser. Your stomach had dropped into your shoes and you immediately went to the bar. The truth getting out would ruin your lives.

In the beginning, the risk of being caught and the knowledge that you both belonged to someone else was thrilling. It made everything feel stronger, the fucking and the emotions alike. Made the whispers over the phone and in the back seat all the more romantic. You couldn't tell which way was up and that suited you. There was never any of the politics either, you didn't have to act a certain way and neither did Lee.

You drained your martini and stumbled out of the bar. The walk home would clear your mind and being alone is what you really need. Maybe you should take stock of yourself and really think about what you were going to do with your future. Break up with Lee was only going to be the first step.

Speak of the devil though, and he'd likely appear. The cruiser was parked right there in your drive when you got home. Lee leaned against your front porch smoking a cigarette. His gaze dropped to you and your tummy feels like butterfly and spun sugar even though you wish it didn't anymore. He stubbed out his smoke on your porch railing and threw the butt in the bush like it was no big deal.

"Sheriff." You gripped your bag tight and tried to squeeze by the man.

"Honey, you know what callin' me that does. Don't get me started before we can talk." Lee grabbed your arm, keeping you trapped on your pork for all the world to see.

"There ain't nothing to say." You glared at him, tried to muster up as much as anger as you could. "We ain't nothing."

His fingers flexed, gripped your soft flesh hard as he gave you a shake. Before you could yank yourself free, he was on you. His lips, the ones your whole body has memorised, smashed against yours. Lee's other hand wrapped your nape to keep you locked to him. Not that you'd really fight him. Your knees were on the verge of buckling and your mouth was already opening up, letting his tongue lick and stroke against yours. As much as you knew how calling him sheriff riled him up, that hand at the back of your neck made all the sense leave your body.

"Don't lie to me, darlin'. Don't you ever fuckin' lie to me." His ragged breath fanned over your cheek. "This ain't nothing?"

He kissed you again, pressed your whole body back against your front door. Lee's body was warm and giving, his soft belly and his smooth cheeks plain perfection. Without thought your hands went to his belt, your fingers following muscle memory more than you will. Your body was ready for him, always ready for Lee to fuck you, own you in away you had needed for so long. Your mind just needed to forget about that day.

"I don't want this." You said the words anyway. The lie was sour on your tongue, but you couldn't stop it from pouring out.

"Honey." Lee's voice turned almost sickly sweet, a touch condescending and patronising that should make your blood boil but all it did was make you ache. His hands rucked up your skirt until his fingers rubbed the damp spot in your panties. "You don't want this? Then why is my pussy so fuckin' wet for me right now?"

Your only answer was to let him in, into your head, into your house, into the bed your husband shared with you every night. It didn't matter what he said, or what you did. No matter how rough Lee fucked you, claimed your mind, body, and soul, you would never be his. You would never be Lee's wife because then you'd just be waiting for the other woman to appear. The newer model of you. Lee would never be your husband because then you'd fall into the same problems now. The spark would die and you'd be trapped in a marriage you regretted. You didn't belong to each other, truly, and that's what made these highs so worth it. That's what made the fear and hurt worth the risk. The spark of something different.

You didn't hear the slamming of the car door over the sound of the mattress. Your moans only grew louder the closer you got to cumming. You were so close. Harder, harder, harder.

#sloth asks #inlovewithhisblueeyes #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x fem!reader #soft!dark!lee bodecker #dub con #cheating #lee bodecker smut #sheriff daddy #sloths kinktober 2.0

[angelbaby-fics]

hi Chloe!! can you please write a drabble about reader trying to convince their cg to wear matching halloween costumes🤭 id love it if it was with either stucky or lee but i know ill love anything you write!

~pahtoosh🤍

leeeeeee my darling beloved lee!!!!!! thank you for requesting, it always makes me so happy when i see you in my notifications!!! 🎃 241 words

lee could almost hear them now, the voices of his coworkers teasing him for being such a softie. he'd done everything he could to keep you from finding out about the police station's costume contest, hoping to get through the annual halloween party without incident, but of course you found out. you were tagging along with him at work one day when you saw the invitation for the event posted on the station's cork board, and after asking endlessly, lee finally agreed to enter the contest with you. 

he'd pleaded with you to at least let him forgo the tights, but one bat of your eyelashes and he was putting them on without a complaint. it was all worth it when he saw your eyes lit up, before you stood the most handsome peter pan to match your tinkerbell. if your wings were real, you'd be fluttering all around the room with excitement right now. even though he was your big tough daddy, god help anybody who made fun of his costume within earshot of you, matching the feisty fairy not only with your outfit but with your attitude. tinkerbell would do anything for peter, just like you'd do anything for your daddy. 

it was safe to say there was no tough competition at the party. in fact, the judges had decided you the winners as soon as you walked through the door, and not just because lee was the sheriff.

trick or treat!

#little!reader #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x little!reader #lee bodecker #cg!lee bodecker #daddy!lee bodecker #chloe's halloween party!

[pahtoosh]

In one of your lates work lee said she is a brat.. can I request something based on this?

Like when she gets upset that HE her DADDY called her something mean . How does he earn her trust and forgiveness back? 🥺

airhead

[image ID: a gif of lee bodecker frowning by tumblr user UnEarthlyDust. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1200 words

warnings: name-calling, lee gets very mad in this, apologies and tears with one reallyyy long hug. gets a little preachy at the end which i normally don’t vibe with but it felt appropriate for this au

a/n: i cannot even BEGIN to tell you how excited i was when i read this request! i tried writing it immediately but the story got away from me several times🤭 anyway today i managed to stay on track! woo! thank you so much, lovely anon. i hope you like this one🫶

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee takes his frustrations out on you and accidentally calls you something mean

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“And look! Now Bingo Bunny has a hat to match his brown pants.”

“That’s nice, sweetheart-“

“Oh! I forgot his brown glasses too!” You ran back to your room to pick up yet another tiny accessory to show Lee. Ever since he got home an hour ago, you were running back and forth between his office and your room to show him your new treasures. Each toy had a story that reminded you of another toy which also had a story that connected to a totally different toy.

Lee sighed. He’d seen your entire toy collection by now. This little show-and-tell had started with the toys you bought by yourself today and devolved into a near encyclopedia of your entire collection.

Lee wanted to indulge your need for attention, but he needed to make one last phone call before he was officially done with work for today. Lee found he could never truly relax if he knew he had something to do or somewhere to be.

“I got the glasses! Look at Bingo, Daddy!” You held the bunny out and made him do a little dance.

“He’s lookin’ sharp, sugar.” He beckoned you over and leaned a little closer, then began to speak as if he were telling you a secret. You stopped buzzing for a moment to give Lee all of your focus, he knew just how to excite you and get your attention.

“Why don’t cha make a few more outfits for Bingo and do a fashion show for me later, yeah? Spend a long time on ‘em now. Make sure they’re perfect.”

“Okay, Daddy!” You left your daddy’s office once again, unaware that he was just trying to distract you.

Lee took advantage of this moment to swiftly lock his door and make the phone call. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could be a proper daddy to you.

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What was supposed to be a ten minute call ended up getting to forty minutes. Lee and Deputy O’Connolly were trying to review the security plan for the county fair, but they kept running into issues. Lee was nearing the end of his rope.

“What kinda idiot put Burke and Smith on entrance security? Those two ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Put ‘em together and add the pretty girls entering the fair into the mix and the line’ll grow ‘till it’s near half a mile!”

“I tell ya, this is the last time I trust anyone else to do shift assignments,” Lee groaned.

The two men continued talking as they made edits to their respective paper copies of the security plan. Then, Lee heard your little hand trying to wiggle open his office door.

“Hold on a second.” Lee covered the receiver and shouted to you, “I’m a bit busy right now!”

You shouted a response, but your voice didn’t project as well as Lee’s and it was muffled by the door.

“I’ll be out later, bunny! Just give me ten more minutes!” Lee thought that was the end of it, but you continued shaking the doorknob and started trying to push the door in.

“For the love of- I’ll call ya back later, Deputy.” Lee hung up the phone and stomped to the door, opening it with a huff.

You were still leaning on the door, but you managed to find your footing after the wood abruptly slipped away from you.

“Oh! Daddy, hi!”

“What is it? Is there a fire?”

“I got Bingo all dressed up! Come look!” You tried pulling Lee’s hand so he’d follow you, but he stayed rooted in his spot.

“Not now, bunny. Daddy’s on a very important phone call.”

“But you said-“

“Well now I’m sayin’ ‘not now’, aren’t I? You know the rules. Ya can’t interrupt Daddy at work unless it’s an emergency and ya sure as hell can’t go around trying to break down every door that stands in your way!”

“I just wanted to show you my Bingo,” you said quietly.

“And I’ll look at him later, but right now I’ve gotta explain to Deputy O’Connolly why I hung up on him ‘cause you’re too much of a damn airhead to know what a locked door means!”

You froze in front of Lee, too stunned to react.

He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “Shit. Baby, I-“

Before Lee could continue, a whimper made its way out of your mouth, breaking you out of your trance and allowing you to run away.

Your daddy watched as you sped into your room and shut the door. He felt pathetic for taking his anger out on his baby. The sheriff wasn’t used to the feeling of white-hot anger and shame rolled into one. These weren’t the actions of the man he prided himself on being.

Lee took a few deep breaths before trying to open your door. You’d taken a page out of his book and locked it this time. You didn’t usually do this. Even when you were upset, you’d leave it unlocked, not even thinking to keep Lee out.

“Bunny, please open the door. Daddy wants to say somethin’ to ya.” Lee leaned his head on the door.

“Daddy gonna say somefin mean ‘gain!” you sobbed.

“No I’m not, I wanna apologize to ya.” Lee sighed. “I’m gonna get the key to your door okay? I need you to hear this.”

“No! No! Don’t wanna hear anything! Just leave me alone!”

Lee’s heart broke at the realization that he had lost your trust. He was your daddy. He was supposed to love you unconditionally and protect you from people who said mean things: people like him.

A tear slid down Lee’s cheek. “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Daddy’s so fuckin’ sorry he said those mean things to ya. You’re not an airhead. You’re my smart, sweet, beautiful baby. I don’t deserve a perfect little thing like ya.”

Lee leaned against the wall. He was willing to wait as long as it took for you to let him in. To his surprise, not a minute later were you bursting through the door and wrapping your arms around him.

“Hey there, bunny. There’s my sweet baby,” Lee cooed.

You were still crying as you clung onto him. Lee continued soothing you with his words and touch.

“I know, I know.”

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”

When the last sobs left your body, Lee apologized again. It wasn’t perfect. Lee was never great with words. But it was soft and real. A gentle whisper in your ear while he hugged you so tight that you felt his tummy rumble with each passing syllable.

“I forgive you, Daddy.”

“You don’t have to, bunny. Daddy was awful to ya. Give me some time to make things right.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I forgive you,” you repeated, stubbornly.

Lee was at a loss for words. How could he ever repay your love? He settled for kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment. He thought about how lucky he was to have you and, for the first time in a while, Lee prayed. He prayed to someone, anyone, that he’d be able to make this up to you.

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[treatbuckywkisses]

—Lee Bodecker in the fall

hello sweet friends i have written a blurb i suppose to this moodboard i made the other day !! just silly little thoughts while making it / looking at it ☺️ special thanks to my loves @sweetdreamsbuck and @intrepidacious for supporting me, encouraging and inspiring me<3

Lee would say he doesn't care about the weather, " 'S all the same to me, Sweetheart." But you know he loves when the leaves shrivel up and crunch under the weight of his steps. Adoring that soft smile on his face as you stroll around outside in silence, listening for the leaves breaking apart beneath you.

You know he loves when it starts getting cooler and he stops breaking a sweat from standing outside for more than five minutes. (not that you can blame him though, the heat makes everyone irritable.)

He's told you he loves when you refuse to ruin your outfits by wearing a jacket only to freeze your ass off as the night goes on. You always end up with him peeling your favorite leather jacket off his body and wrapping you up in it. Wrapping you up in him.

Lee loves to complain about how the little shops ruin perfectly good coffee, almost as much as he loves the taste of that pumpkin spice nonsense from your mouth as he kisses you.

He loves taking you down to the apple orchard. He says it's for you, but it's just as much for him. Lee never misses a chance to show you off. It's why he can never say no when you suggest a picnic. You sitting pretty, soaking in the little warmth the sunlight has left to give before winter, hanging on his arm when that just isn't enough.. You're like a dream. So soft and vivid. Everything he could ever want.

Lee would say he doesn't care about the weather, but you know better.

#fayths moodboard #lee bodecker #sebastian stan #moodboard #sheriff daddy #fayth writes ? #idk man i do be nervous though #kisses if u see this

[tuiccim]

📣 Hey! Hey! Here we go!

Is there a fic you posted that you wish had gotten a bit more attention? Share the fic, please. ❤️

Thanks so much for asking, Navy! I'm gonna throw out a few series that haven't gotten as much attention as others.

Solace- This started as a one shot and grew. It's angsty AF but also fun and funny. It features Bucky Barnes, Brian Falsworth, a love triangle, lots of feels, and even more shenanigans.

A Scarred Enigma- I know this is not as popular because it's an OC but I love the character development in it. It has Bucky Barnes, fears, feels, and goes out with a bang.

The Taming of the Sheriff- Last but not least, I love this absolutely unhinged story. Written with my friend, @weekendgothgirl and featuring our love for a Villain Reader who is a baddie with bloodlust and the psychotic relationship she pulls Lee Bodecker (played by Sebastian Stan in The Devil All the Time) into. It's full of fun!

#bucky barnes #bucky #marvel #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x you #captain america #the devil all the time #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker x reader #sheriff daddy

[urdepressedslut]

The Honeysuckle and the Thorn (masterlist) ♡

♡ Series Pairing: Soft Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Series Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Series Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation, dark sexual thoughts, slight self hate, pussy rubbing, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, manipulation, corruption, spitting, clit slapping

(SERIES ONGOING)

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⇨ Chapter One

→ He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

⇨ Chapter Two

→ The Sheriff is having a hard time containing the beast that wants to devour you. He finds you walking home and decides to give you a ride.

⇨ Chapter Three

→ coming soon.

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[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark !!Lee Bodecker x Reader pt2 (pt1 Here)

Summary: Reader wakes up to a confusing and unstable Lee.

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, cursing, Dom/sub undertones, some angst :( , dark lee, potential for dark reader??, violence, future smut: daddy kink, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink.

The ride from the city to Knockemstiff was harsh. Trees blocking what was left of the roads but that didn’t stop Aunt Gillian from getting your out of that “hell hole of a city.” She was a woman on a mission to protect her niece and no damn tree or crack in the road would stop her.

Protection.

She often said you needed to be protected. She said you needed a lot of things.

- “y/n dear, you need a new lock!”

- “No no that dress is too short! You need a new one!”

- “What you need is a new apartment! I mean what nineteen year old girl lives by themselves? It’s borderline scandalous!”

You stood your ground for a while, deciding you’d much rather stay in the city your parents intended to raise you in before their passing…but things got hard.

- “Gill please…im fine” you’d tried to convince as a sobbed ripped through you that night. “I just have no clue what I need to do…my landlord said he’d give me a week b-but that’s n-not….”

- “Honey, I’ll be down there tomorrow first thing. You need family right now. Im so sorry sweetheart we’ll getcha through this I promise.”

You couldn’t help but agree with her for once. You did need family…or what little you had left. Even if it meant staying in the new, very small, town she herself had just moved into. She was old money, and while she’d offered to help with your rent, you’d always declined. Well now you had no choice.

When you’d arrived to knockemstiff you immediately felt uneasy. Everyone knew everyone’s business and everyone knew of the rich lady who lived on the hill, so word spread fast about her young niece moving to town.

- “don’t pay them any mind, honey. Not everyday they see a girl like you who isn’t knocked up or runnin’ away with some sticks boy.” She’d said in an attempt to make you feel better, though it was futile. The towns people had a new toy to gossip about and it seemed like it would be a while until another one came around.

So in the meantime you studied and you worked. Sure you didn’t have to work, your aunt hated the fact that her niece spent the majority of her time in a greasy dinner, but it made you feel normal. You even made a few friends. Sandy, your manager, taught you how to bake. Laura, a girl your age, had showed you the fun things to do around town and had a gift at making you laugh.

And then there was Arvin. He was a bit odd at first. Always stared a bit too long but never once did he make a crude comment towards you like the other men did. You even found yourself staring at him sometimes too. His hair was a pretty chocolate color and you admired his loyalty to his family.

But Arvin wasn’t him.

Sandy wasn’t him.

Laura wasn’t him.

While you enjoyed the company of all these people, no one ever made your heart spike like his did. No one’s gruff voice and demanding orders had ever went straight to your core like his had.

He was your boss’s brother. He was the law.

Worst of all he was so much older than you.

You’d seen him that day, outside the station on your way home, though you didn’t know he’d seen you too. You didn’t know he’d been watching for a while now.

And you definitely didn’t know that there were far worse things about him than his age.

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| Lee’s pov |

He could spend hours admiring your sleeping form. He actually had been admiring you for hours now. If lee was a stronger man…maybe he would have been able to look away from your delicate face. Or your plush thighs peeking out from under your pretty dress.

Fuck.

How could you have this much control over him? He was the one In control, always. It scared him that something like you could bring out a darker side from his already dark nature.

Something like you, who never cursed around customers.

Something like you who baked cherry pies for fun.

Something like you who….wore frilly blue panties?

He tore his eyes away from your body. Of course you wore cute underwear. Everything about you had to be cute and perfect.

He had to get out of this room. He couldn’t stare at your tempting frame anymore. Lee wanted you to be awake and willing during your first time with him. Though he doubted after the hit he landed to the side of your head that you’d be willing to even speak to him any time soon.

He made his way out of your new room, not before double locking the door behind him. Lee glanced at the clock. Shit. He was going to be late for work and he hadn’t slept a wink. His girl also needed to eat.

Fuck what did you like? He knew you had a sweet tooth but his girl couldn’t eat sugar first thing in the morning. Lee scrambled quickly around his kitchen, torn between being late for work and making a good meal for you.

You liked waffles right?

Shit what if you didn’t eat glutton? Eggs it is then.

He eventually made eggs and waffles after deciding you needed both. Maybe you’d forgive him for what he did if he made you a big breakfast, though he knew that was unlikely.

After unlocking your door he slowly made his way in. The room was small, it had to be for now, but he sparred no expense. The walls were a solid white, but adorned with pink and lavender decor. He took you as a pink kinda gal. To his right was a floor length mirror taking up half of the wall and to his left was a beautifully crafted dresser. The room had no closet and no bathroom attached to it and a very small bed with delicate white sheets. He felt bad keeping you in here instead of with him but it was necessary as this room was only temporary until he could trust you enough to move into his.

Your body hadn’t moved from its previous position, yet it still managed to take his breath away.

- “babydoll…” Lee hummed. “Cmon sweetheart you need to eat.” He pushed as he gently rubbed your cheek and set the tray of food on the nightstand. Your hands were cuffed together in front of your chest, though you were a smart girl. Lee knew you could still eat with them there…and if not he was more than willing to feed you himself.

Your breathing had picked up. He knew you were awake and he didn’t appreciate you pretending not to me.

- “open those little Bambi eyes, doll” he whispered as he picked your head up by the back of your hair, just enough to sting.

You opened your eyes slowly, too scared to see the man in front of you. He looked absolutely terrifying…and absolutely delicious.

And he held all the control.

- “aw there’s my pretty girl” he smirked as he patted your cheek. “You’re gonna eat and you’re gonna eat it all you hear me?”

His tone scared you. Why did he want you to eat so bad?

- “d-did y-you….” You stammered, finding it hard to let the words pass your lips.

- “did I what baby? Poison it?” He chuckled, until he looked into your very serious and very scared eyes.

- “no baby. no I did not poison it. You’re my best girl, babydoll. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Never hurt you? He almost smashed your head in!

- “well I won’t have to hurt you, if you follow the rules. But I promise you’d enjoy it, sweet thing.” He said before throwing a wink your way.

His predatory gaze caused you to back up into the wall behind you. You needed distance from the crazed man. I should have listened to Gill.

- “are…are y-you gonna…k-kill m-me….” You asked as a little sob made its way up your throat.

It almost broke Lee’s heart.

He slowly inched his way towards you. His eyes were furious. you found yourself pushing further into the wall hoping it’d swallow you whole.

- “baby…let me make one thing clear.” He said before he roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to look up into his. - “you’re mine. you’re heart, your mind, and soon your body, will be all mine. Fuck I should punish you for going out with the Russell kid, but I know you’re just my dumb little baby, right?”

You were shaking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to take you or if you wanted him to drop dead. But his touch was intoxicating and you wanted it everywhere.

You must’ve looked spaced out as he tapped your cheek one more time. -“ s’okay sweet girl. you dont have to answer right away. You just need to eat” he spoke as he picked up the tray of food to set it in front of you.

- “eat baby. That’s all I need you to do okay?” He asked as his thumb played with your bottom lip. A sick part of you wanted to wrap your lips around it, yet you couldn’t find it in your body to respond him.

He sighed and stood up from his spot on your bed. - “…If you don’t it’ll be a long and Unenjoyable night, okay princess?”

silence passed as his ‘okay?’ Continued to hang in the air.

- “Answer me now.” He demanded as his jaw clenched.

- “o-okay….y-yes s-sir.” You squeaked out at his harsh tone. Nervousness overtaking your body.

A smile overtook his face at your response. - “such a good girl.” He mumbled before leaving an assertive and quick kiss to your forehead then turned, making his way out of the small room.

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| Bambi’s pov |

You’d heard the locks. There had to be three and you seriously doubted you could break the door down before he got back.

Was Gill looking for me? She had to be worried sick.

How did Lee know about Arvin? You hadn’t told him about Arvin….right?

What is Lee planning on doing with me?

All these questions and more swarmed your head as your tried to understand the situation you were in.

But ‘Why did I still want him?’ was the scariest one.

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Bunny’s Notes: Oh my god I’m so in love with this guys!!!! Like even I’m read for what happens next. Oh my god like what’s gonna happen with Arvin??? And will Gill find out?? Most importantly when are Lee and his girl gonna fUck?!!

Thx so much for all the support! xoxo

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[navybrat817]

A little treat for an amazing friend who always encourages and supports me, and motivated me to finally edit that monstrosity of a rough draft I was complaining about:

“You’re the law around here.”

Another wave of dizziness flashed through you and Lee came even closer, trapping you against the counter, the lapels of his leather jacket brushing against your flimsy nightclothes.

A single finger traced slowly from your temple to your jaw and then below upto the pulse in your throat as his head dipped low.

You heard him inhale deeply against your collarbone, lips ghosting over the juncture at your neck and shoulder and your eyelids fluttered shut.

“‘S’right, little light. And that makes all the difference.”

Now I just have to write the rest of the story, no big deal 🤡😭 *sobs into pillow like a Disney princess*

Ahh! I'm so proud of you, Aqua! And listen. That little treat you just bestowed upon me has me biting my lip and wanting more. You're amazing and I'm cheering you on!

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