#lee bodecker x reader
Can you write something about how Lee would react when his daughter gets her first period?
Lee jumped from the couch at his daughter’s voice. It was coming from the bathroom. He rushed down the hall and grabbed the doorknob, but it was locked.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Unlock the door,” Lee called from the other side.
“I need Mom!” He daughter cried.
“Mom’s at the store, remember? She’ll be back soon. Now open the door,” he tried the doorknob again, hoping it would magically unlock.
“No!” She replied a quickly.
Lee huffed, a frown embedded in his features, “Sweetie... Open the door. Daddy’ll help ya.”
There was a pause. “N-No, I... It’s gotta be Mom,” she sniffled. She was crying.
“Well, Mom ain’t here. So you gotta let me help. Come on, open the door.”
He tried to remain calm, like he knew Y/N would be. He was beginning to panic and become frustrated. He was about to break the door down.
However, the door unlocked and slowly opened slightly. Lee pushed it open and peered inside. His little girl’s bottom lip was trembling, a towel wrapped around her waist. Her shorts were on the floor with a red spot stained in the fabric.
She pointed to the toilet, “I’m- I’m... I’m bleeding.”
Relief suddenly washed over him and he let out a deep sigh. His shoulders relaxed and he walked over to her. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and took his daughter in his arms, pulling her into a hug.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” he cooed, “You know you ain’t in trouble, right?”
She nodded, wiping her tears, “I- I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s okay. Mom will be home soon to help us. Let’s get you a bath and some fresh clothes.”
“Mom said this means I’m- I’m a woman now,” his daughter sniffled.
Lee snorted a laugh, “Oh, no. You ain’t a woman yet. You gotta a few more years till that happens. But yer on yer way.” And he kissed her forehead before starting her bath.
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like a bear ✧ lee bodecker
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pairing: dad!lee bodecker x mom!reader
summary: you and lee take your little angel out for a day at the zoo.
word count: 1,303
warnings?: lee being a sweet dad, lee spoiling his daughter rotten, nicknames for daughter (baby, sweetie, munchkin, bub), daughter being a daddy’s girl, daughter calling lee and reader “daddy” and “mommy”, pet names (baby and honey) not proofread
“Wakey wakey,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s forehead. She stirred, her little eyes blinking open, whining as she adjusted to the light streaming in from the hallway. “C’mon, baby, it’s time to get up.”
“Don’t wanna,” she protested.
“Sweetie, don’t you remember what we’re doin’ today?” She screwed her eyes shut, turning over so her back was facing you. “Baby, we’re going to the zoo!”
“You’re telling me.” You turned, seeing your husband in the doorway. He came into the room, going to the other side of Grace’s bed, kneeling down and whispering, “I know you don’t wanna wake up, but if you get up and get dressed, you can go back to sleep in the car. Can you do that for me, bub?”
Without another word, Grace was bouncing out of bed, walking over to her dresser where her clothes were laid out. You shook your head, smiling, and whispering to Lee, “I swear, I think she loves you more than me.”
“Good,” he teased. “I’ll go get the car started, and you make sure the munchkin is ready?”
“I’ll do my best, but if I’m not down in fifteen, I need some backup.”
Lee only chuckled, shaking his head, before going to start the car. You, meanwhile, attempted to wrangle the rowdy six-year-old into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which proved to be quite the workout. Then, when that was said and done, you practically chased her out the door with her velcro tennis shoes in hand, her jumping into the arms of your husband, who’d come to help you, crying that you were trying to put her feet in prison.
He gave you a mock-offended look, scolding you, “How dare you put my little angel’s feet in prison!”
“Oh, hush, Lee, and get her in the car. We’ll worry about the shoes when we get there,” you laughed.
“No shoes! No shoes! No shoes!” Grace chanted, Lee quickly joining in as he carried her out to the car, strapping her into her car seat.
Thankfully, though, her energy died down the second the car started moving, lulling her back to seat. Lee drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin exposed from your dress. The drive was long, and you eventually fell asleep, too, only waking when you arrived at your destination.
“Nice nap?” Lee asked, taking the keys out of the ignition.
“Was alright, woulda been better if I was snugglin’ you,” you said, leaning over and kissing him.
“Ew! Gross! Mommy, stop that!” Grace said from the backseat, pretending to gag at your display of affection.
“Hey now, let Daddy get some sugar in peace,” Lee said, before he got out of the car and went to get her out of the backseat. “Oh, I know what it is. You’re just jealous, ain’t ya? You want your Daddy’s attention all to yourself. Don’t worry about that, munchkin, you’re my number one girl.”
She giggled as he pressed kisses around her face, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he lifted her onto his hip. Your heart swelled at the sight. There was just something about seeing Lee with Grace that filled you with joy. When you’d first met him so many years ago, he was real rough around the edges. But, as you got to know him, you started to melt the iciness in him, revealing the teddy bear that rested beneath the surface. Granted, he only ever acted that way for you and Grace, but still, it made you feel all bubbly every time you bore witness to it.
Once you were in the zoo, it was as if you were dealing with two children. At nearly exhibit, Lee did his own little animal impressions. He pretended to roar like a lion, making little claws with his hands, pretending that he was gonna scratch Grace. At the gorilla exhibit, he started grunting and probably would’ve gotten down on the ground to walk on his knuckles if it wasn’t for the back that the exhibit was overrun with children. When you looked at the flamingos, he taught Grace how to stand on one leg and then they got into a competition of who could stand on one leg the longest (Grace won, mostly because she pushed Lee and made him stumble, but he gracefully accepted his defeat).
Your favorite, though, was when you got to the grizzly exhibit and Grace took one look at the papa bear who was roaring at the guests but turning all soft to the mama and baby bears, and loudly declared, “Look, Daddy, it’s you!”. Lee practically melted, picking her up and swinging her in the air, her a bundle of giggles while he pretended to be a big scary bear trying to warn off any other people from getting any closer.
As you left the exhibit, another mom grabbed you by the sleeve, looking at your husband and Grace, and said, “You’re real lucky to have a man like him. I can’t even get my husband to pretend to pay attention to our kids.”
And all you could do is smile and say, “Yeah, I still can’t fathom how blessed I am to get to call him mine.”
Eventually, though, it was time to leave. But you couldn’t go without making a pitstop at the giftshop. Lee insisted on getting matching t-shirts for all of you, purposely getting Grace one that a little bigger than she needed so that she could wear it for a few years. You focused on picking out a cute magnet for the fridge, before eventually settling on a grizzly bear magnet. Grace, though, was a girl on a mission as she tried to pick out the most perfect stuffie.
“Remember, Grace, you can only get one,” you told her while she looked.
She browsed the stock as if she was reading the most important document. She would pick one up one at a time, cradle it, squeeze it, turn it over in her hand, before setting in back on the shelf, muttering about how it wasn’t right.
And then Lee grabbed her by the hand, leading her over to the other side of the shop. You rolled your eyes when you saw what he was doing. A giant floppy grizzly bear was on display, and Grace’s eyes lit up when she saw it. You almost chided him for saying she could get it, but...Seeing him all excited to get her the bear, seeing her all giddy, made you bite your tongue.
Grace insisted on carrying the bear to the register, practically dragging it on the floor. You and Lee walked behind her, his hand on the small of your back as he whispered, “We won’t get her another stuffie for the rest of the year.”
“You don’t mean that. We both know you’re gonna come home on Monday with another one ‘cause you can’t help but spoil her,” you laughed. “If you think I’m mad, I’m not. I love how you treat her so well. But, I gotta ask for something from you.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his brows furrowing together as if he expected the worst.
“I was thinking that it’s about time we had another. Whaddya say, baby, wanna give me another baby?”
He leaned over, growling in your ear like a bear, “Oh, honey, I’ll give you as many babies as you want. Just gotta give me the word.”
“Then whaddya say we get started after we put Gracie to bed?”
“Can’t wait,” he said, his hand slipping down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. “We’re ‘bout to have so many kids that we’ll have enough to make our own goddamn zoo.”
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I LOVE all your writing give in is a phenomenal masterpiece and so are all you’re little Lee drabbles!! I always go back to Bad Day and Escape ♥️😘 I know you’re not taking prompts or requests right now so this can sit for however long you need it too!!
I was wondering how Lee would be if his little wife was always so good at taking care of him and making sure the house is pristine, her chores are always done before he gets home and her cooking is chef worthy but what If she fell short on taking care of herself? Maybe she forgets to feed herself and to drink water because of her bad family life or a bad past relationship she is over eager to please him because she’s afraid he’ll leave her cause she’s not good enough or his temper will flare cause she did something wrong. So he gets home from work and she’s either passed out on the kitchen floor or she faints when he’s at home and he just panics.
Thank you so much!! Sorry it took me so long to write this!! Much love ❤️❤️❤️
“Y/N, baby, wake up,” Lee cried. Her body was limp I’m his arms, the color drained from her face. Tears ran down his cheeks as he choked on his sobs, “Y/N, please. Please, wake up.”
Her heartbeat was faint, her breath shallow. He reached up to the counter, fumbling with her body as he turned on the faucet. He grabbed the dishcloth and wet it with cold water, quickly dabbing it to her face. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the living room, draping her body on the couch.
Lee grabbed the phone and called 911, rushing back to Y/N’s side as he laid the cool cloth on her forehead. The ringing finally halted and the dispatcher answered.
“Please, I- I need help,” Lee tried to control his tears, “She- She won’t wake up. I- I think she passed out. I need an ambulance, now. Please, hurry.”
She woke up under the bright fluorescent lights, her eyes wincing. She felt someone’s grip on her hand tighten.
“Y/N,” she heard Lee’s voice.
She turned her head to see Lee sitting beside her, eyelids puffy from crying with dark circles cradling his blue eyes.
“Lee,” she croaked, her eyes finally landing on him.
He let out a shaky breath, “Thank God yer awake.”
She winced again as she adjusted herself in the hospital bed, “What happened?”
“You passed out,” his brows knitted together in worry, “The doctor said you were dehydrated... You haven’t been eating enough, have you?”
She swallowed hard, trying to wet her dry mouth, “I... I ate some yesterday...”
Lee hissed as he shook his head, his hands not leaving hers, “Why? Why would you do this? You need to take care of yourself—“
“Wanna be... perfect for you,” she breathed, letting her eyes close, “I... I had more important things to do... The house... It’s a mess, Lee—”
“Fuck the house, Y/N,” he snapped, “I care about you. I can’t lose you, Y/N. You need to eat. You need rest, and stay hydrated. You need to take care of yourself. You come first. Not me, not the house... You.”
Tears burned her eyes and she shifted her gaze, “I’m sorry...”
“No, I’m sorry,” he leaned closer to her, “I failed you. I should have noticed sooner. I just... I need you to take care of yourself when I ain’t home... And I’ll take care of you when I am. Okay?”
Y/N nodded, tears escaping the corners of her eyes, “Okay.”
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Hi may I request some extreme cute domestic stuff such as coloring with stepdaddy!Lee ❤️❤️
Sure, I love this idea! I literally just bought a disney baby coloring book and crayons today 🥺💖
"Dada, you wan color wit me?" you asked, peering up at your Daddy from the floor of the living room. He was sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the nightly news on the television screen. Your mother was in the kitchen, baking away for the local bake sale that was tomorrow. You had finished dinner about an hour ago, but was getting bored before bedtime.
"Sure, sweetie," he smiled, and so did you as you hurried up to your bedroom to get the massive stack of coloring books that was neatly placed on your desk, along with the big bin of coloring utensils.
Your tongue stuck out as you focused on balancing your coloring supplies in your arms without dropping it, making your way back to the living room. You splayed everything out of the floor and looked up at your Daddy who was already getting on his knees to sit on the carpet with you. You handed him a Toy Story coloring book, to which he smiled and thanked you.
You watched as he opened it to a random page and grabbed some colored pencils out of your bin. He started to lightly color in the forms. You laid on your stomach and started working on a Frozen picture. You scribbled all over the place, not caring about staying in the lines.
You colored Olaf three different colors, a rainbow-like pattern to it. Lee looked over at your work and gasped lightly, "Wow, peanut! That looks incredible!"
You felt the head rise on your cheeks and you kept your head down as you smiled, "Thank you, Daddy." He chuckled at your shyness.
"You wanna see what Daddy drew?" You looked up instantly and nodded, interested to see his progress.
He turned his book to you and you saw a perfectly colored picture of Buzz Lightyear. You looked to the side of the character and saw two stick figures with arrows that said 'Daddy' and 'Daddy's Little Girl'. You laughed, "Daddy? Is that supposed to be me and you?"
He laughed with you, "Of course, had to add me and my baby in there!"
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What would little!reader be like when she’s pregnant?
Also BONUS - how do they navigate little space when the baby’s born?
aweeeee 🥺🍼 lee's caregiver instincts would be on overdrive. he would almost treat you like a doll, he was so gentle with you
little! while pregnant:
Your round belly matched your fuller cheeks and chubbier legs. No matter how big you got, Lee would insist that you sit on his lap for snack time.
Right after you found out you were pregnant, you kept getting upset that after you had the baby you wouldn't be Lee's little baby girl anymore. He would hold you, cradle you, and give you any and all reassurance that you will always be his little peanut.
Lee would shower you with extra snacks. Whenever you two went out he would pack enough snacks for three people, he wanted to have enough nutrients, just in case you were extra hungry.
Once you were in your third trimester things got rougher. Your feet were swollen, your back ached constantly, and you would have headaches often. Lee would give you foot/back massages multiple times a day, he was like an on call massage therapist.
You would also have to pee more often, which meant more pull-ups. Lee was able to find pull-ups specifically for pregnant adults, so they would still be comfortable on you. He wouldn't mind changing you multiple times a day, he loved being able to take care of his little girl.
He would always compliment you throughout your pregnancy at how good of a girl you were and you were making him so proud for caring his child.
He would often rub your belly and whisper to your unborn child, giving your belly soft little kisses.
little! after pregnancy:
the first months were rough, to say the least. you hadn't been able to go into little space with the baby crying constantly
you told Lee you were scared to be in a little headspace and potentially neglect your child
after multiple heartfelt talks, Lee convinced you to allow yourself the comfort of little space for a few hours while he took care of the baby
he brought you both into the living room, turned on a baby tv show, and set out toys for you to play with. he set your newborn down on a play mat while you were setting up dolls for a tea party on the rug.
he kept cooing at you and giving you kisses, happy to have his little baby girl back
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um okay sorry if this ask is weird as fuck…but i’m just thinking about our favorite sheriff’s ass rn and how it’s uhhh one of his best assets…
what would happen if he like split his tight little pants at work or something? would he call y/n for help and a back up pair asap or would he definitely not ever tell her and try to sneak back home before anyone saw and take that secret to the grave? and would she still find out anyways?
okay sorry i just think about that ass way too much 😅
I think about that ass a lot too!!
He had dropped his pen. He didn’t realize how tight his pants had gotten. When he bent down to grab it, he heard the tear. His face flushed red, eyes widening. He turned and looked down the best his could, his fingers reaching back. They ripped, straight down his crack. He cursed under his breath.
He sat in his office for a hours debating on what to do. He felt trapped. There was no way he was leaving. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing his underwear. He couldn’t face that humiliation. He felt like he had no other choice. He didn’t want to ask for help, but what else was he supposed to do? There were tasks needed to be completed and he couldn’t finish them stuck in his office.
His hand shook as he dialed the number to his house. The handset rang in his ear, his eyes squeezed shut. The other line clicked.
“Bodecker residence,” came Y/N’s sweet voice.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice thick. Tears burned his eyes and he tried to rub them away. Don’t cry, don’t cry.
“Hey, honey,” he could hear her smile, “I miss you.”
Her words tugged at his heartstrings and his jaw clenched. “I miss you, too,” he choked out.
“Is everything okay?” She heard the strain in his voice.
He let out a shaky breath, “No, I—”
There was a heavy pause. Y/N asked hesitantly, “Honey, what’s wrong?”
“I- I need you to come down to the station for me,” his fingers rubbed his temples, his eyes rolling to keep back the tears. This was humiliating.
“Did something happen? Are you okay?” Panic began to set in.
“Yeah, I’m- I’m fine... I just... I need...”
“Lee, what is it?”
He let out another sigh and leaned back in his chair, “My pants ripped. I need you to bring me a pair of new ones.”
“Your pants ripped?” She sounded confused. Why did he sound so upset over this?
“Yeah... Could you...?” He couldn’t bring himself to ask again.
“Of course,” she said softly, “I’ll be there soon, okay?”
“Okay,” he muttered, and hung up the phone.
It barely took her twenty minutes to arrive, a bag in hand as she entered his office. A smile was pressed on her lips as she closed the door behind him.
“Hey, honey,” she greeted softly, “Here you go.” She placed the bag on his desk.
His head was in his hands, unable to look her in the eyes, “Thank you.”
Y/N walked over to him and ran her fingers through his short hair, her nails massaging his scalp, “Lee, what’s wrong?”
“M’ gettin’ too fat,” he growled, “My pants fuckin’ ripped. I- I can’t believe—” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t believe he let himself go this much.
Y/N dropped down to her knees and took his face in her hands, “Lee, no you aren’t. You’re perfect just the way you are. Those pants? I accidentally put them in the dryer. They must have shrunk. It ain’t your fault. Besides, even if you did gain a little weight, you still look amazing.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he tried to pull away from her.
“I’m not lying,” she refused to let him look away, “Your ass is too good for those pants,” a smile teased her lips and grabbed the new pair from the bag, “These? These will make your ass look so much better anyway.”
Lee scoffed, shaking his head, “Girl...”
Y/N stood up and kissed him hard on the mouth, “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. It was my fault, not yours. I shouldn’t have put them in the dryer.”
“Thank you,” he took her hand in his, “For everything.”
“I love you,” she kissed him again, “And that ass of yours.”
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Bad Dragon Imagines
An assorted collection of characters I write for teasing and fucking you with a Bad Dragon toy.
Orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader
Lance Tucker x Reader
Loki x Reader
Eddie Brock x Venom x Reader
Jefferson x Reader
Tony Stark x Reader
Victor Creed x Reader
Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Sam Wilson x Reader
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Hey could we get a small moment between dark Lee and Y/N?
“Please, let me go,” she sniffled.
“No, yer not goin’ anywhere,” Lee growled, tightening her cuffs to the metal pipe.
“I won’t do it again,” her voice cracked, “I promise. Please, just- just let me go.”
He grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks together as he stared her in the eyes, “I’ll never let you go. You’ll never leave me, never again.”
He smacked her cheek, silencing her. Her skin burned and tears welled in her eyes. She tried to pull away from him, but his fingers fisted in her hair, making her hiss in pain.
“Shut up,” he snapped, “Yer gonna stay down here... ‘til you’ve learned your lesson.”
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I don't wanna be pushy, feel free to write it (if you do wanna write it) whenever you feel like it or can! But I'm really hoping for a fluffy sequel for Unexpected Love 🥺
(Part Two) NSFW
Pairing : Orc!Lee Bodecker x reader
Word Count : 660
Warnings : smut, fluff, pregnancy
“Please, please,” she begged, her hands holding his face.
Lee’s cock thrusted in and out of her slick hole, growls falling from his lips, “Please, what?”
Sweat beaded at their foreheads, abdomens tight as his thick cock stretched her wide. A strangled whine came from her, head pressing back into the mattress.
“I- I need’a cum,” she begged, “Please, Lee. Please.”
He had edged her for over an hour, bringing her close to her high, only to pull his cock out and watch her hole clench around nothing. He loved having her like this, desperate and needy. She had been so since she got pregnant.
“Oh, yeah? You think yer ready now?” Lee teased, his eyes feasting at her bouncing tits and round belly, “I’m gonna put another baby in ya. Fill you with my cum. You want that, yes?”
She nodded as her fingers clawed at his chest, “Yes. Please, I need it. I need you. I want you. Please, please!”
His thrusts quickened their pace, moaning loudly as his head kissed her cervix. The heat within him sent his veins on fire, the need to cum becoming overwhelming. As he edged her, he edged himself. He wanted to see how much control he had, over her and himself.
His balls slapped loudly against her rear, his hands tightening around her small waist. His eyes stared at her round, pregnant belly, growling in approval. He couldn’t wait till she gave birth and could get pregnant again. He was going to keep her knocked up, loving how her tits swelled with milk and her hips widened in preparation for birth. He loved every aspect of her changing body. He adored it.
His eyes fixated on her tattoo, less than a year old. She got it on their wedding night, the night he officially claimed her as his mate. The intricate symbol displayed the Bodecker clan, making her a member forever. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Lee,” she cried out, her walls clamping down around his cock, “Please.”
“Cum for me,” he granted permission, “Lemme feel you cum on my cock. Need’a feel you. Come on.”
Several thrusts later, her walls spasmed and her body tensed, and her back arched into him. Her fingernails dug into his skin and her legs twitched. Lee’s tusks nipped at her throat before spilling his seed inside her. He wished a could get her pregnant again, not wanting to wait.
His large body collapsed beside her, not wanting to crush her. His large hand immediately held her belly, pulling her close. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing her pulse as they came down from their high.
He admired the braids and beads in her hair, that of his own work. She loved when he made her beads or did her hair. She wanted to be apart of his culture and loved every aspect of it. She was perfect for him.
“I love you,” he whispered, “And I love our baby. So much.”
Y/N curled into his side, her arm draped over his large chest. Her fingers played with his chest hair as she tried to get as close to him as possible.
“I love you,” she whispered back, her voice still weak from her orgasm. She placed her hand on top of his, “I hope he looks like you...”
Lee’s brows perked, “He?”
A smile teased her lips, “I don’t know. I just have a feeling.”
He let out a wavered breath and kissed her, “Can’t believe... You want our child to look like me.”
She cusped the side of her face, “You’re so beautiful, Lee. Why wouldn’t I want him to look like you?”
He rested his forehead against hers, “Pretty girl. Want him to look like you, want him to take after his mother...”
“He’ll be perfect either way,” she smiled, savoring the sensation of his touch, “Just like you.”
A smile spread across his face, “No, just like you.”
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Could you write a small thing for a situation where reader and Lee are out at a store or out for dinner and a worker or someone else is really rude to reader and she's holding one of the kids and gets all flustered at the situation and Lee's reaction 👀
The baby began to wail from the rowdy table behind them, waking her from her nap. Y/N scooped her out of her carrier and did her best to rock her back to sleep.
“Will you shut that kid up?!”
Y/N’s eyes widened as she tried to soothe her baby. Her face flushed in embarrassment. She knew it was a risk going on during nap time, but she just wanted to spend some time with Lee. When he suggested going out for a bite to eat, she couldn’t say no. Now, she regretted coming out. Tears welled in her eyes and gently hushed her baby.
Suddenly Lee jumped from the booth they sat at and leaned over the man that had yelled at his wife. His eyes seared into him, making the man freeze in terror.
“You got a fuckin’ problem? Get the fuck out,” Lee snarled.
His eyes lingered on the man before sitting next to Y/N. He draped his arm over her shoulders and cooed at their baby. Finally, her crying ceased and she fell back to sleep. Y/N let out a shaky breath and leaned her head back to rest against Lee’s arm.
“It’s okay, honey,” Lee whispered in her ear, “Don’t listen to him.”
“Maybe we should go home,” she whispered, tears still burning her eyes.
“No,” he said without hesitation, “She’s asleep now. You and I are gonna have our date. No one will can stop that. I got my girls with me. It’s perfect.”
She pressed a teary smile, “Okay.”
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UGH after reading some of these promts I need more pregnant reader and Lee head canons 😩😩😩😩😩😩
• Any time Y/N gets morning sickness, he calls off work or at least goes in late
• Any food she craves, he gets it for her. He trusts her body and takes it as a sign that that’s what she truly needs, even if it’s something weird.
• He often falls asleep with his head on her stomach. He hopes one day he can hear a heart beating.
• Lee goes to every doctor’s appointment. He carries pictures of the ultrasounds in his wallet. He puts the one Y/N framed for him on his desk at work.
• He loves talking to her belly, touching her belly. He often drapes his arm over her torso in a protective manner, wanting to help her feel secure.
• He talks a lot softer now. He doesn’t want to add to any stress and wants her to be as calm as possible. The only time they argue is because he won’t let her do anything. All he wants is to take care of her and protect her and their baby.
• He never stops talking about her and the baby. He often talks as if he is already an experienced father. If there’s a way he can bring them up in conversation, he will.
• He won’t admit that he’s scared shitless for when the baby comes, but he’s more excited than anything. He feels like he truly has purpose now. If he isn’t protecting his town, it’s Y/N and their baby. He feels like this is where his life is supposed to be, with his family.
• When the baby comes, he takes a lot of time off. He refuses to leave Y/N and the baby alone. She has to convince him to go back to work, at least part time, after 6 weeks because she needs some time alone. This doesn’t last long as she quickly realizes she doesn’t want to do this alone and how much she loved having him around her.
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Stepdaddy Lee having to deal with a scared baby, like maybe she had a nightmare or Smth
Drama! we love that in this house! okay- i hope you enjoy (its not actually that dramatic of an imagine, so my apologies) 💛
You hated storms, both in a big and little headspace. It caused you so much stress and you would shake like a chihuahua. Tonight was one of those stormy summer nights, mother nature unleashing her fury on the small town of Knockemstiff, Ohio.
You were curled up in bed and at peace until you awoke to a strong clap of thunder that rattled the windows of the house. The house was silent, the only sound was water rushing through the gutters and the sound of your stepdad's snores. Even though he was down the hall in his bedroom with your mom, he snored like a freight train and it was impossible to not hear it in the dead of night.
You envied his ability to sleep through anything and everything. However, whenever he heard your cries, he would instantly wake up and search for you. Almost, like the instinct a mother has with a newborn infant. So, when you started to whine and curl up into a ball and cry fitfully, he was fully conscious and got up to see where you were.
When Lee got up abruptly, your mother was already awake because of the storm and trying her best to go back to sleep, "Where are you going, Lee? Lay back down."
He was disheveled, only in his boxer briefs, but he went to the bedroom door and unlocked it, turning to your mother who was about to annoy him again with complaints, "I can hear y/n crying, she hates storms. I'm gonna see if she's okay."
"Oh, Lee. Come on, she's an adult. She can deal with it herself," your mother said before Lee ignored her and left the bedroom.
Lee didn't even knock on your bedroom door, just barging in to find you laying in your bed. When he found you curled up with tears streaming down your face, he wanted to pull you into him and hold you forever... and so he did. He got your blanket and swaddled you, cradling your figure in his lap while he laid back against your headboard.
Another crack of thunder hit and you cried and started to bunch your fists into Lee's chest, needing skin to skin contact. He held you closer, your head smushed into his neck, he kiss your forehead and started to rock you, "Shhhh, it's alright baby girl. Daddy's here, he's got you, you're safe."
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his candy girl ✧ lee bodecker
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pairing: lee bodecker x fem!reader
summary: you’re his candy girl, and you got him wanting you.
word count: 975
warnings?: reader is sorta manipulating lee but not really? (she kinda Pavlov’s him into liking her, or so she thinks), pet name (buttercup), sexual innuendos, sexual fantasies (nothing that’s very explicitly described), not proofread, i wrote this in about an hour do not judge for its shittiness
It started with a sucker. A harmless little gift to the sheriff as he stopped by the bank, coming to withdraw some money. He always chose you, calling you his favorite teller, leaving you a giggling mess. No man had ever made you feel the way Lee did, all eager to do whatever it took to keep his attention on you. You weren’t keen on the idea of having to soon marry, to settle down and start a family, but if you had to, you knew that Lee would be a great choice. He would treat you right, you were sure of it. And you wanted to treat him right, too. So, when he came around to the bank on a lazy Friday afternoon to withdraw some money, you decided to give him a little treat.
It was no secret that the sheriff had a sweet tooth. Everyone knew it. The ladies down at the grocery store would make little bets about which pack of sweets he’d pick up. And you? Well, you listened, internalizing all of his favorite candies and flavors, carefully picking out what you were sure he’d love. So, when you counted out the twenties, laying them out in front of him, you reached into the little dish you kept beside you, placing a little cherry sucker right on top.
His tongue darted out, licking his lips, as he looked down at the candy. “That for me?” he asked.
“It sure is, sheriff,” you said.
“You do this for every man who comes to make a withdrawal?”
“Only for the sweet ones.”
He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Keep this up, and next time I come, it’ll be to make a deposit.”
The innuendo was not lost on you. For as sweet as Lee was to you, you knew of his escapades with other women around town. You couldn’t fault him for it, though. What was it that your momma always said? That men have needs, that they don’t settle down til they absolutely have to? Well, if that was the case, then you would have to make sure that you gave Lee every reason to settle down with you.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, buttercup?” he asked, eyes raking down your body as you hid a giggle behind your hand.
“Oh, sheriff, you know I always love when you come down here,” you said. “Doesn’t matter what it’s for.”
“Then I’ll make sure to come just for you, buttercup,” he said, popping the sucker into his mouth while he put the twenties in his wallet. He moaned at the taste. “Lord, wonder if you’re almost as sweet as this sucker.”
“Keep coming back, and you might just find out.”
Lee knew exactly what you were doing, and he loved every second of it. He’d been sweet on you for as long as he could remember. You were a rare piece of goodness in Knockemstiff, and he’d been determined to make sure no one had ever dulled your light. He chased off any would-be suitors of you, explaining to your momma and daddy that those men would bring nothing but pain for their darling little angel. Swore he’d marry you, with their permission, if they’d just give him time to get you a nice ring. They agreed, and why wouldn’t they? The wife of the sheriff is something any woman would die to be. But only one woman was fit for the role.
Now he knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Why else would you get him some of his favorite candy, have it just ready for him to pop by the bank? Yeah, yeah you wanted him. And he’d make sure you got everything you ever wanted. All you’d ever have to do is say the word.
It was time, he decided, to finally propose. That’s why he’d been at the bank, to withdraw the money to get you the perfect ring. He’d been scouting out the local jeweler’s for months now, trying to decide what diamond would look best on your pretty little finger. And he was sure he found the right one. It glittered and gleamed, sparkled just as brightly as you.
And, as he looked down at it as he sat his cruiser, he couldn’t help but imagine what it’d look like on your hand as you stroked him while you look him in your mouth. How it’d feel against his scalp as your gripped his hair. How he could look down at it as he traps your wrists in his hands, taking you from whatever angle he wanted. Hm, would it be too soon to go back to the bank now, get down on one knee right in front of everyone?
No. No, he should do this right. First, he’ll go to your daddy, show him the ring and officially ask for your hand. Then, he’d get a reservation at the nicest restaurant in town, woo you with the best meal he could afford (though, he was sure that whatever you could cook would be a thousand times better). And, as the night would wind down to a close, he’d get down on one knee, profess his love for you, and you’d have no choice but to say yes. He wondered if he could get some free dessert if he did it in the restaurant. Yeah, yeah that would be good. He’d probably go for a chocolate cake, be all sweet and feed it to you. Yeah, that was what he was gonna do.
He passed by the bank as he drove to your house, glancing over at it with a smirk on his face. Oh, if only his sweet little buttercup knew the life he had planned out for you. He couldn’t wait for it all to begin.
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May I request stepdaddy! Lee having “playtime” with little!reader in a place where they could easily get caught by someone (and maybe they do get caught 👀)
I feel like Lee would be the type to be like 'I don't care who sees us, I own this town'.... that's hot af haha! thank you for this idea 🥰
warning: 18+ always; SMUT; public stuff; pretty much Lee is rubbing your clit until you cum at a diner
"Please! I really want fluffy cakes, Dada," you begged.
Lee couldn't help but find your doe eyes adorable, adorable enough to bring you to the diner and have your favorite pancakes, "alright, sweat pea, we will go, but you gotta be a good girl!" You nodded and smiled, happy that you got your way.
Once at the diner, Lee brought you to the booth tucked in the back corner. You slid in and Lee followed, sitting right next to you. It didn't take long for the waitress to take your order and to bring you a large plate of fluffy pancakes. You were like a kid in a candy store.
Lee cut your pancake stack into bite size pieces and put the syrup on for you, stating, "if you put too much on you won't go down for your nap in a few hours." You begrudgingly agreed and dug into the sweet meal.
After you were done, you had syrup all over your face, of which Lee was prepared to clean off with the packet of wet wipes that he brought. You leaned back with a huff, you managed to clean off the whole plate. You rubbed your belly and leaned into your Daddy's shoulder as he was still only half way through his plate of eggs and toast, "Dada, I'm all done."
Lee looked to your plate and his eyes widened with delight, he kissed you on the crown of your head, "What a good girl! I think you deserve a little treat, don't you?"
You beamed and nodded, making Lee laugh at your eagerness. He looked over to see if anyone was watching before adjusting his right hand so it was sitting high on your thigh, under your skirt. You giggled at him as he tickled your bare thigh a bit, "Daddy, what are you doing?"
He looked at you and gave you a small smile, "I think my peanut deserves some play time, what do you think?"
Your eyes ogled at him and you blushed, "B-but what if someone sees?"
He disagreed, "No one will see honey bee, it'll be our little secret, but you have to stay quiet, okay?"
You would have said no to his idea, but his massaging on your thigh made your princess parts tingle. You nodded, "Okay, Daddy."
He kissed your head, telling you, "good girl," before slipping his hand inside your panties, cupping your mound. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers running through your folds, your thighs instantly separating more, allowing him as much access as he needed.
You took in a sharp breathe of air when he brought the wetness accumulating near your hole up to your clit, "Just breathe, Princess, you're doing so good for Daddy."
You gave a little moan that only he could hear. He started to softly rub circles over your nub, it swelled at his ministrations. You melted into his side and closed your eyes, whispering, "D-daddy, it feels s-s-o good."
He smiled as he ate his meal with his fork in his left hand, his right hand making smooth circles in your panties. You grabbed his wrist and jolted up a bit when he started to rub a little harder. You could feel more wetness seeping out of your hole, threatening to soak down your thighs. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, "D-daddy, I want cummies....please," you whimpered.
He cooed at you, "Awe, look at my little baby getting all worked up. Go ahead, cum for Daddy."
You shivered and your pussy squeezed around nothing as your orgasm hit you. You hid your face in Lee's shoulder, trying to muffle your moans. Lee's fingers played softly around your clit, letting your orgasm fade out slowly. He dipped his finger in your hole before bringing his hand out of your panties, capturing his glistening finger in his mouth, he hummed, "Oh, princess. You taste delicious, might just have to eat you up when we get home."
You giggled and snuggled into his side, you clenched your thighs together at the thought of your Daddy's tongue against your princess parts. You felt the slickness in the apex of your thighs, "Daddy, I'm all sticky."
He chuckled, taking his last bite of toast, "I know baby, let's get you home so I can clean you up with Daddy's special kisses."
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧
Summary; lee revels in the affects of his mistake, guilty with the knowledge that he once, in his younger years, would have never treated you in such a way. He has broken that trust, and he is urgent to get it back, though, he has yet to make amends
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader
Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, smut, fingering, threatening, mention of disappearance, flashback, fluff
Word Count: 2675
The Sheriff and the Murderer Masterlist
He had gone where the night took him; to the bar. There was a fire in his veins, and a jolt in his crotch to which had poised you with great insult. Lee didn’t know who he was anymore, he was well aware that he was the sheriff, everyone knew of that title that followed him around like a raven taunting the deaths of the town before his face. But being a well elected pointer of the society of Knockemstiff came with a price, no matter whom the eyes belonged to, all were judging him. He missed the good old days, where he thought only about your opinion. If word to spread about him fooling around with a married housewife, then all would crumble around him. It was an addiction, to be close to you, to have you as his own, to protect you at all costs. But now, he had colleagues whose respect he had to attain, and there was Simon…
That sickly man still had yet to appear out from the shadows of a dark alley, or from the crescent current of a river, dead or alive. When he had asked you, there had been defence in your tone; though now he understood his presumptuous mistake. He shouldn’t have fucked you first, it was demeaning, and whilst most men did that, he resented being like your husband in any way. He hadn’t raped you, but he had sourly taken advantage of you and he felt a sick flavour pooling onto his tongue. His task by law was to uncover Simon’s whereabouts, and as much as he wanted him to remain gone, the pressure was lathering down upon him. There was another victim of the man’s illegal antics; a woman who was high in the society, and as much as he wanted to arrest him for all that he had done to you, that wasn’t enough, and seemingly, you wouldn’t allow it.
His knuckles gripped the steering wheel with a frustrated might, he had yet to leave his vehicle. He could see the many silhouettes inside of the bar, smoking cigars and laughing. The man sighed as he left his cruiser, slamming the door shut as he steadily plodded towards the entrance of the establishment. Eyes fell to him as he went inside, it was expected, he was the sheriff after all. And thus he slumped in a stool, waving his hand over to the man with a moustache who tended the bar. He came over, sliding a glass of mount whiskey over to Lee, throwing the rag over his shoulder. “Seen Simon Priot around here?” Lee asked after taking a swig from the crystallised glass that was far too fancy for the dim scenery of the workspace.
“Copper over there asked the same thing.” The bartender nodded his chin into the corner, and as Lee turned, he saw him. Deputy Reeves. A smirk coiled onto said man’s face, making Lee’s own stoic and containing a writhing of anger. “No sign of him, hasn’t appeared in days. He missing or something?” Lee offered him a ‘no’, wanting to keep things under wraps as he abandoned his beverage, heading towards his associate, patting his hand down on the table before Reeves. A cigar was lit, the smoke ceremoniously wafting into the sheriff’s face, to which he hit away with his palm. There was an unimpressed expression on his face, he sat down, putting his weight down in the seat, as he stole the bottle of scotch that was in the middle of the set, and gulped down a large amount.
“You asked misses Prior yet? If not, then I may have to pay her a visit, hasn’t even filed a missing person’s report yet. I’d say that’s suspicious. You know who else didn’t like him? Your sister Sandy. It’s like your boxed in by suspects in your life, for all I know, you could have killed him. Did you Bodecker, I know you’ve done some dirty shit to people before. A bullet in the head often stops the word, this could be your pursuit of jealousy, we all know that you adore that lovely housewife. Know you visit her. Too bad she’s married, right?” Reeves sneered, and Lee huffed. He was putting him on the spot, and speaking this impossible scenarios that had his skin crawling. Y/n was far too scared to do anything to Simon, and Sandy was too busy with her partial road trips.
“This is over your head Reeves. Shut your trap, or else I’ll get you suspended, you intolerant vermin.” Lee spat, grasping the majority filled bottle in his hand, and fleeing the scene, leaving the mess to remain in its seat, tensing the bridge of his nose as he stomped away, abandoning his cruiser as he took steps and steps, until he ended up at a recognised door. He knocked ravenously on the door until he earned a reply, and when he did, Sandy looked disappointed in his presence. She cocked the door ajar for him to enter, and he found himself having memorised his direction to
A bottle was pursed in his steel grip, as Sandy ran around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess that had become of her home. She was usually in a rush, but Lee was not only the sheriff but her brother, no matter if she were busy fooling around, he was welcome. Though he was not so sure he would be if he told her of his grave mistake, he had broken her best friend, been kicked out of her home, all because his hands made a stride at her, before his mouth opened.
He was utmost certain that she would give him a well deserved whack, you were her best friend after all. And thus here he was, wallowing in his own self pity, whilst participating in a notion of regret, chugging alcohol as though he were a teenager once again. It was an issue; he had to drink to rid himself of all his self quarrels, and the thoughts of all he hadn’t strode towards. Despite being the town sheriff, lee bodecker was a coward, and a pathetic one at that. If he found simon, he would punch him directly in the face, cursing him for all the harm that he had sentenced into his life.
Authority was his ordeal, he revelled in the power that it granted him, though, he was not always one to use it in the correct ways, he sought fortune, in the resemblance of respect, and cash for booze; however one thing that he had never earned himself was the love of a woman. he had eyes for no other, than the one whose heart he had just cracked, as though he were a hammer clattering down destructively against the exterior of a vase.
He still remembered the days of old, whence he would watch you adoringly, to everyone’s noticing dismay, licking his chapped lips as he had thoughts that were a branch off obscene. Yes, it was true, not all of his mindset had been, nor was corrupted by primal and masculine hormones, sex wasn’t the priority that escalated his behaviour. Not at all, harboured honest care for you, since he was a boy, he enjoyed your company, and found it to be a calming medication to ease all his resenting stress.
Lee blinked, awakening into his reality, parting from the wildness of his dreams. There were things that he had seen, a sheriff’s badge, and a wife, whom he had met before, under many circumstances. She was supposed to be off limits, she was his sister’s best friend, though he had already traipsed that walk, under countless instances.
Sandy was your best friend, and to say her brother was not a severe distraction, that would be a foreseen lie. “I don’t get it, why don’t we just kill him?” She sighed, as you sat on her family’s porch, and you raised a brow at her inclined speech, crossing your arms almost judgementally.
“Now I see which one of us is going to become the homicidal killer.” It was a flimsy joke, as you turned another page of your chemistry book, glaring down at the torn paper, and the spewed ink that reckoned waves of black across the page. your feet tapped on the wooden deck, your dolly shoes clasping a clipping noise upon the surface.
“Serial killer.” she corrected you, shrugging nonchalantly. “And mr andrews will be my first victim. i hate him so much, i can’t believe that prick failed me, i swear to our holy father imma dig a ditch and bury him in it. you’ll help, right?”
A smile appeared on your face, loving how dramatic your friend could be, it was quite the amusement, especially when she would cause a ruckus in the classroom. Though you were certainly not the loudest in school, everyone knew of whom you were due to sandy’s big mouth. before you could answer, the front door swung open, revealing the brunette that you had been awaiting to see.
“I don’t think mother would like you making such inappropriate promises in the lord’s name.” Lee spoke, his youthful face opting to carry a smirk, as the boy crossed his arms, leaning against the entrance to his home. Sandy could only roll her eyes at his presence, throwing her own guide of study towards him, to which he dodged.
“Have you been listening to us this entire time? Can you maybe not perv on my best friend when i am not here. just yuck!” Her hands flew in a flurry of annoyance, all aimed at her sibling. “Scram would you, i want to enjoy the last of the sun without your body ass blocking it.”
“It’s not perving if she consents, isn’t that right daring?” His attention turns towards you as sandy made a well versed gagging sound. “Perhaps we could study in my room, it seems that my sister doesn’t need distractions, and your elegant face serves as one.”
“Oh just go with him, and study, as he calls it. I cannot be dealing with his presence if all he’s gonna do is hover if you’re nearby. I’m gonna have to feed you to the wolves, i am truly sorry my dear friend.” She rested her hand upon your shoulder, though you knew her words were false. she knew that you were eager to do so, and she wouldn’t hold you back if that was indeed what you desired.
Though you hardly vocalised anything in regards to your relation with her brother, sandy was well aware of what the two of you were like. Not only could she hear the sounds through the wall separating their bedrooms, but it was easy to tell, from the way that he looked at you. He was enamoured, all his attention prompted towards you.
“Well this wolf is going to be eating well.” Smirked Lee, huskily grasping your hand, lulling in the sensation of your fingers wiggling against his palm, as he dragged you into his home, your feet managing to keep up with his own to some miracle. “Did i tell you how pretty you look today darling?”
His lips mumbled against your own, as his free hand cast a gentle hold onto the small of your back, as your y/e/c eyes snapped to behind him, instinctively pushing him away. “Good evening mrs bodecker.” You greeted her, watching as she wiped her soil engrossed hands on a towel.
“Hello y/n.” She spoke in return, grimacing as dirt resided below the primitive surface of her nails. “Gosh, every time i pursue gardening, i think of that poor man buried in the woods. It was just short of north, by the sign directing people away from knockemstiff. What a terrible end to have met with our local sheriff."
"It was the sheriff?" You asked, surprised by the fact, your brows raised as sweat beaded upon Lee’s forehead, you not noticing how fear trembled through his veins. That was the target of all his hard work, and he supposed that perhaps one day it would be his duty to deal with such circumstances, but not that someone in his targeted role would be condemned to such tragedy. “Jeez, that’s terrible. is there any idea of whom may have condemned such a vile act?”
“Not one. They’ve been searching for a while, but it took them a moment to find the body; it was cut into pieces and then buried. Happened just outside o’ town, sure that is gonna scare some people off wanting to join the force.” Dorine spoke, her gaze flickering over to her son, whom was clearly growing antsy from the unfolding talk. The mother cleared her throat, taking note of his digression in mood, and walking back over to wash some plates. “I’ll let you two talk.”
Lee practically dragged you towards the stairs, and you tried to sample his neck with kisses. Though he lightly pushed you away, causing a furrow to adjourn your face, as you became confused by the sight rejection. “There’s something you need to know before anything happens between us; you could change your mind, and I’d rather get your opinion first doll.” He was not only scared of the future that laid in front of him, but also the way in which you would react. “I’m going to be leaving for a little while, I am going to be training to be a cop. And I don’t want to lose you, but the distance is going to be hard.”
“No it’s not, we can handle anything Lee Lee. I could come with you, there’s surely gotta be a cotton factory or something alike around there somewhere. It’ll be manageable for the both of us, we can both work, and grow together.” Lee was shocked by your sentiment, he found his mouth gaping open in surprise. There was a rapid beating in his heart, he realised that he loved you. The emotion was always there, but now he could recognise it, it was staring him right back in the face, as were you.
“You’d do that for me honey?” Lee breathlessly asked, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. A fragrant nod stirred from your head, as he leant in to kiss you, gripping your hip with his other hand, as he daringly dipped his tongue into your mouth, stirring a hun out from you. The calling of Dorian stating dinner restricted the pair of you from venturing to his room just yet, and thus, you walked to the table, sitting beside each other, Sandy and Dorian opposite. There was a chicken to be split on the table, small piles mounted on each plate, as Lee patted his hand on your thigh.
“This is lovely Mrs Bodecker.” You complimented her on the meal she had prepared, sending Lee a smile, that was until he dared to move his intimate grip higher upon your flesh, dipping beneath your skirt, as he swirled the pad of his finger over your panties. He aimed for your clit, causing you to whimper, drawing Dorian’s eyes to you, and Sandy quirked her brow. “Sorry, I accidentally caught my ankle on the chair leg.” You excused, smiling lightly as you took a drink of water, your lashes fluttering as he pushed your cotton underwear to the side, spreading your slick, before delving his finger within you, causing your nails to tap silently upon the table.
Lee hummed as he took a bite from his dish, stirring his finger inside of you. He looked at you out from the corner of his eye, staring at your beauty. There was an attractive clench to your jaw, as you groped his hand with yours atop, soothingly making circles upon his skin. You were ready to give up everything, your life for him, and years later, he didn’t know that the times would have changed; that he would have changed.
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to have and to hold (2) ✧ lee bodecker & ari levinson
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request: Hello ❤️ hope you are eating and hydrating! I was wondering if you could gimme another part of Holding Her Heart 🥺👉👈 absolutely loved the first one ❤️❤️❤️ - @the-soulofdevil
pairing: alpha!lee bodecker x omega!reader; alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader
summary: your little family is about to grow.
word count: 2,642
warnings?: a/b/o dynamics, pet names (bunny and little lady), fluff with a touch of angst (very minimal, you should be proud of me), ari bonds with reader, reader’s birthday, pregnancy announcement (if literally anyone asks, i’ll make a blurb about who the father is), not proofread
PART ONE | PART THREE
Lee didn’t like sharing, but he didn’t mind sharing your nest with Ari. Well, he did mind. He didn’t like it all that much. But, you had moved the nest back into the master bedroom, where it belonged. And for that, he was grateful. He had missed having you in his arms, your face tucked into the crook of his neck while you let out quiet snores. Yeah, he was a fool for ever seeking out another. How could he ever think he would be happy with another omega when he had a brilliant diamond in his midst? But he’d been an idiot, and now your heart belonged, in part, to another alpha.
Some days, he wished he had just taken Ari straight down to the station, locked him up and threw away the key. But other days, he would remember that bright smile on your face when he told you that he would let you keep Ari in your life, that he was willing to share, that he would be loyal to only you. He’d remember how you threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with soft kisses, whispering your gratitude and love for him. And he’d remember how Ari had leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest but a smile on his face, as he watched. Ari had given him a nod, a quiet affirmation that this was going to work.
It hadn’t been easy, of course. He had jealousy issues to sift through, and a lot of them at that. It took everything in him in the early days of this arrangement to not pull you out of Ari’s arms into his, to shut it all down and keep you for himself again. But he knew he had to put you first. It was what you deserved. For far too long, he had been thinking of only himself and he had hurt you in the process, had pushed you to another alpha because he couldn’t get his own head out of his ass. He could never forgive himself for that.
And, so it seemed, neither could you.
Well, you could forgive him. You’d never been good at holding grudges. But you’d built up so much pain, suffered through so much, because of him and his idiocy. He never realized how far it had gone, he never had to truly address the pain he caused. Not until Ari came into the picture, anyways.
You practically blossomed under Ari’s love. Your smile grew brighter, you gave love more freely. When you greeted him as he got home from work, there was actual love in your eyes. He often wondered if it was love for him, or if it was love for Ari. A lot of the time, he wondered if you loved Ari more than him. He didn’t know what the man didn’t for a living—truthfully, he didn’t care enough to ask; his relationship with Ari started and ended with you—but he knew that Ari spent a lot of time with you alone. It was hard to stop the jealousy from bubbling up, but he knew better than to pull some stunt in front of you.
He grew to tolerate Ari, eventually. It helped when he finally convinced you to move your nest back to its original place. It was still the place you preferred to sleep and, given that Ari had moved in shortly after the arrangement had been made, it annoyed Lee to no end that Ari got you all night long. He said as much to Ari, who promised to talk things over with you. Within time, you moved the nest back to the master bedroom, adding little touches of both him and Ari, before declaring it perfect. Yeah, it helped that Ari was around, even if it meant that the three of you were squeezed into one bed (not that you’d ever complain).
But, for as good as things were, there were still things that had to be said. The air still needed to be cleared.
The three of you were tucked into your nest, your back pressed up against Ari’s chest, his lips ghosting over the crook of your neck. It had been many months since Ari had entered yours and Lee’s lives, and Lee finally relented that Ari could mark you, make the arrangement permanent. But, damn Ari for drawing this out so long.
“This what you want, bunny?” Ari asked.
You gasped, your head lolling back. “Yes,” you hissed as he nipped at your soft skin.
And, though they both knew it was what you wanted, there was an undeniable hesitancy to your voice. There was something you wanted to say, something you weren’t sure of. Lee reached out, grasping at your hand, kissing your knuckles as he whispered, “You can tell us if something’s wrong. We’ll fix it. We just gotta know.”
“I-I don’t think I can do this,” you whimpered. Ari immediately pulled away, and you seemed to realize what you’d said, that it wasn’t what you meant. “I mean, I want this. I do. But...I just...I don’t know, I feel like I gotta say somethin’ first.”
“What’s that? You know you can tell us anything,” Lee said. “We’re s’posed to take care of you after all.”
“It’s just...It wasn’t always like that, and I don’t know...I can’t stop thinking about how bad everything was after you were bonded to me, Lee, and I-I’m just scared that it’ll happen all over again.”
“Would it help to talk about it, bunny? Tell Lee about everything you’ve been building up?” Ari asked.
“I think so...”
“Then go ahead, bunny, tell him how much he hurt you,” Ari said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s not good for a sweet little thing like you to pent up your emotions so much. The only way things can get better is if you let it all out.”
You looked over at him, your eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t think you understand how much it hurt, Lee...To know that I wasn’t good enough for you. To know that nothing I did could’ve ever made you happy.”
His heart ached at your admission. “Y/N...”
“I did everything I ever could to make you happy. I made everything in this house exactly to your liking. I made the food you liked, always had your favorite candy in the cabinet...I made sure your clothes were always laid out, your shoes always nice and shiny. And I tried...I tried to make sure we could have a happy family. But then you—” You choked on a sob.
He lunged forward, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I didn’t mean—”
“—you left me, when I needed you most. You weren’t the only one hurtin’ when I lost those pups, Lee. But you didn’t care about me. You didn’t care about me until someone who threatenin’ to take me away. And I still can’t believe that you care about me now. I just keep waitin’ for you to change your mind, to hurt me all over again, and I can’t stand this kinda fear anymore.”
“I’m not leavin’ you, I promise,” he swore. “You’re my little omega, and I’ll spend the rest of my life tryin’ to make up for the mistakes I made.”
“I don’t know if I can believe that.”
“I know. I know it’s hard. But...that’s why you got Ari. ‘Cause if you ain’t sure if I love you, I wanna make sure that you know you are loved. Even if it means that you’re loving another alpha. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything, little lady, and...I know I messed up for a long time. And nothing I do could ever change that. But I’m tryna change for you, to be a better alpha for you.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “And I don’t want you to feel like you gotta hide stuff from me anymore. You can tell me these things. Or if you feel better tellin’ Ari, do that and we both know he’ll set me straight.” Your lips quirked up in a smile. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Lee.” You looked back at Ari, who was smiling down at you. “And I love you, Ari. I-I’m ready if you are.”
“I’ve been ready the moment I set eyes on you, bunny.”
Ari’s head ducked back down to where your neck connected to your shoulder, pressing kisses to your soft skin as he looked for the best place to put his first mark on you. Lee held onto your small hands, kissing your knuckles, you squeezing his hand hard as Ari’s teeth sank into your skin. You cried out, your back arching against Ari, the initial pain quickly melting into pleasure. Ari pulled away, your blood staining his teeth, whispering how you’re the perfect little omega for him, for Lee, how they’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.
That night, Lee made sure that you knew he loved you, that you knew he would never leave again. It wasn’t enough to make all your worries disappear, but it was a start. It was a start to mending the damage he had created and, really, that was all he really wanted.
The only thing Lee really wished for nowadays, other than finding out that you were carrying his pups again, was that he didn’t have to work as much. That he could stay at home with you like Ari did. But Lee had to make money, had to keep that roof over his family’s head. So, begrudgingly, he went to work everyday, counting down the minutes until he could pull you back into his arms. Today, the urge to be back home was stronger than ever.
It was your birthday, the first one since Ari came into the picture. And Ari had decided that he and Lee were going to make you feel special. Or, at least, more special than you usually do since, if they were being honest, they’d come to spoil you rotten in a friendly competition to see who could get the most affection out of you on any given day. He and Ari had spent the better part of a month planning everything, and it was finally time for their efforts to come to fruition.
And he could hardly wait. But first, he had to work.
Or, try to work, he mused as Ari walked into his office, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Lee looked up from the paperwork he was filling out. He set the pen down, leaning back in his seat, asking, “What can I do for you, Levinson?”
“It’s bunny’s birthday today.”
Lee fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I know.”
“Is everything set up?”
“Do you doubt my ability to take care of my house?”
“Our house. And bunny’s the one who takes care of it.” Ari’s lips twitched up into a smirk. “You’re just the sweethearted benefactor who pays for it all.”
“Don’t say it too loudly, Levinson. Got a reputation to keep up here.” Lee chuckled, his tongue darting over his lips. Lee had gone real soft for his omega lately, but none of his men needed to know that. No one except you, and Ari, needed to know how sweet he was on you. That was between the three of you and no one else. “Yeah, everything’s taken care of. Everything going to plan on your end?”
“Just got back from dropping her off at the spa. Will everything be ready when I pick her up?”
“Course it will. Already told my men that if they even think of botherin’ me after I finish my rounds, I’ll be lockin’ ‘em up and throwin’ away the key.”
“Good. Just wanted to check before I finish everything else I’m supposed to do.” Ari turned to leave, before pausing. “I’m glad you’re...taking care of her properly again. I know I wanted to take her away before, but I also knew doing that would break her heart. As hard as it is on the both of us, she does love us both.”
“Well, as much as I hated this, too,” Lee said, “I’m glad you came along. Showed me I had everything to lose. Really put my ass in gear.”
“Someone’s gotta do it,” Ari chuckled. “Alright, that’s enough with the sappy-ness. Gotta save that for bunny tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah. See you at home.”
“See you at home.”
When the clock finally struck 4:00, he was practically sprinting to his cruiser to get home. Or, well, technically to get to the store to pick you up a nice flower arrangement then to the bakery to get a nice cheesecake for you. At home, Ari had cooked a nice meal for you, setting out all of your favorite dishes on the fine china you’d gotten when you first bonded with Lee. Yeah, it was perfect. All they needed was you.
Lee got home first, setting the flowers in the center of the table and putting the cheesecake in the fridge to chill until it was time for dessert. Ari arrived home shortly after, having just picked you up from the spa day that they’d sent you on. Ari was guiding you into the dining room, his hands covering your eyes as you giggled. When Ari pulled his hands away, you gasped at the scene set before you, tears pricking at your eyes.
“Oh, I don’t know which one of you I should kiss first!”
“Me,” Lee said, stepping in front of your, cradling your face in his large hands. He pressed his lips against yours, mumbling, “Happy birthday, little lady.”
“Okay, okay, it’s my turn,” Ari said, pulling you away from Lee and spinning you around to face him. Your giggles only increased as he swiped his tongue over your lip, his hands tangling in your hair. “Give your alpha some sugar, bunny.”
“Alright,” Lee said, sinking into one of the chairs. “Don’t spoil your dinner with our sweet omega.”
Ari pulled away, winking down at you before taking his own seat. You, however, remained standing. You fidgeted with your hands, looking down at the floor, as if you had something you wanted to say.
“Something wrong?” Ari asked.
“I, uh, I...I really appreciate what you’ve done for me today, but I have...my own present for the two of you.”
“You didn’t have to get us anything, bunny,” Ari said.
“No, no, it’s not...I didn’t buy anything.”
“Then what’s our present, little lady?” Lee asked.
“I wanted to wait until I was further along, make sure I wouldn’t lose ‘em again,” you said, tears almost spilling over. Lee pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your soft cheek, worry growing in him as you stalled your announcement. “I-I’m pregnant.”
Lee’s heart hammered in his chest. “You...you’re gonna have our pups?”
“Yeah, I am,” you said, “I am, for real this time.”
For the first time in a long time, Lee felt like crying. This...He hadn’t ever expected he could be this blessed again. So many months ago, he was sure he’d lost you forever, that another alpha was gonna take you away. But now? Now, he had you, you were gonna have his pups (or Ari’s, but Lee...he would be grateful you were having a pup regardless of which alpha furthered them), and you were happy. His family was complete.
“I can’t wait for our family to grow,” he said, kissing you until you were breathless.
“Hey, if I wasn’t allowed to spoil my supper, you aren’t allowed to either!”
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Can you just imagine how over protected Lee would be when his 16 year old daughter is about to go out on her first date.
sfw below the cut
Warnings : parental arguments, yelling, explicit language
“Where do you think yer goin’?”
She froze in place, just a couple feet from the door. She was so close.
“Out?” She turned to face her father.
Lee was standing at the end of the hall, eyes narrowed and arms crossed over his chest. It was getting late. And why was she dressed up like that?
“You sound uncertain,” Lee slowly took a step forward, letting his arms drop to his sides, “Where?”
“I got permission from Mom—“
“That’s not what I asked,” Lee frowned. Why didn’t Y/N tell him? Were they hiding something?
“I’m- I’m goin’ out... with a friend,” his daughter couldn’t make eye contact.
Lee crossed his arms again, “Which friend?”
Suddenly Y/N walked in from the kitchen, her beautiful smile present on her face, “Have fun, honey. Please be safe.”
“I- I will,” her face flush.
Lee frowned at his wife, “What’re you two hidin’?”
Y/N was just a bad of a liar as their daughter. Her gaze shifted nervously, “Nothin’, babe—“
“If someone doesn’t say somethin’ in three seconds—“
“I’m goin’ on a date,” his daughter finally choked out. Her hands clasped in front of her, twisting her fingers together.
Lee’s face turned red and a glare embedded in his features, “You’re what?!”
“I knew you’d do this,” Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing.
“So you hid it from me?!” He roared, “Where is he? That fucker wouldn’t dare to show his face ‘round here—“
“Dad, stop!” His daughter whined.
Y/N stepped up to him and placed her hand on his chest, “It’s okay, Lee. It’s just a lil’ date. No harm, no foul—“
“No harm? No foul?! I don’t even know this kid! You expect me to just be okay with this?!” Lee threw his hands in the air.
Their daughter covered her face with her hands, hiding the tears that burned her eyes.
Y/N frowned at her husband, placing her hands on her hips, “Lee, that’s enough. She’s growin’ up. You knew this would happen—“
“She’s too young,” he snarled, “She’s just a kid. I ain’t gonna let my daughter get taken advantage of by some slimy weasel—“
“Dad!” His daughter yelled, “He isn’t like that. He’s nice to me, and—“
“Yeah, they all are until they get what they want,” Lee snapped, “No dates!”
Y/N gripped his arm firmly, “Lee... Stop.”
One look in her eyes and Lee knew that Y/N wouldn’t let this drop. Why couldn’t she see his point of view? He was just trying to protect his daughter.
Y/N lowered her voice so their daughter couldn’t hear, “You can yell as much as you want, when she leaves.”
His jaw clenched and nostrils flared. He didn’t want to lose this battle. Why couldn’t she see how important this was? The boy should be asking him for permission first, meeting him face to face like a man. This was a coward’s way of dating. Though, it was his daughter’s idea to keep it under wraps. She had hoped her father wouldn’t find out until after the fact. But it was too late for that.
“Fine,” Lee growled, “But this ain’t gonna happen again.” He glared at his daughter and jabbed a finger at her, “He lays a finger on you and I’ll skin him alive. Understand?”
She tried not to roll her eyes, believing his threat wholeheartedly, “Okay. Can I leave now?”
Y/N nodded, “Yes, you can leave. Be home before eleven.”
“Ten,” Lee corrected.
Y/N pressed her lips together, “Ten...”
“Fine,” their daughter rolled her eyes this time and rushed out the door.
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Lee, “You completely overreacted.”
“No, I didn’t,” his glare returned, “You should’a told me. Don’t hide that shit from me again.”
“Fine, but don’t act like that again,” Y/N narrowed her eyes, “She’ll never move out if you keep it up.”
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing,” he muttered.
She chuckled, “No, but you’d get sick of it. I know you want the house back to ourselves as much as I do.”
“I may, or may not be countin’ down,” Lee joked.
“Well, it’ll never happen if you keep actin’ like that. You’ll scare off any suitors that girl will have,” Y/N tried not to smile.
He scoffed, “Any suitor worth a damn won’t let me scare ‘em off.”
“Now, that is true,” she grinned, grabbing his hand, “Come on, we have the house to ourselves now.”
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Can’t Get Enough Part 5
Billie has lost her virginity! Where is this relationship headed?
This has just been chilling in drafts... I forgot I was a person there for a moment. I apologize.
Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?
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After losing her virginity, Billie can’t get enough of Lee. When he’s inside her, she promises him all the things he wants. But they fight about her wanting leave. She’s still adamant about moving away, despite her attack. Lee tries desperately to reason with her. But she won’t hear it. Lee feels his time running out as the days in June and July come and go. He makes the decision for them one day. He pokes holes in every single condom. He feels slightly guilty, but Bille needs to realizes how much she needs him.
All the arguing comes to a head one night in mid-August. Billie snuck out like she did most nights and met up with Lee. She quickly slide into the car and kissed him. It was a Wednesday night and they hadn’t seen each other since the church service on Sunday. Billie had spent most of the time between services chatting with Lee, instead of helping to serve luncheon, and this behavior was not missed by the church ladies.
Rumors were flying. Everyone was wondering when Lee would finally make Billie his wife. Many were saying that it was bound to happen before the next election. She’d be sherif’s wife by Christmas, the gossip said. Edna, the police station secretary made the mistake of asking Lee and relaying all the gossip. It got him thinking. He was going to broach the idea with Billie. He had to. He already had a ring anyway.
Before Lee could even start the car and drive away. Billie was kissing his neck.
“Did you miss me, baby?” He teased. Pulling her closer to him.
“I always miss you,” she scoffed, straddling his hips.
“I missed you too,” he murmured against her lips. She ran her tongue against his.
“You know,” he began, pulling back from the kiss, “You don’t have to miss me.”
“What do you mean?” Billie giggled, staring at him, “I always miss you when you’re not around.”
“I mean, you could miss me less,” Lee said. Billie’s smile dropped a bit.
“What are talking about, honey?” She asked.
“If we live together, we would see each other everyday. Wake up together, go to bed together,” he hummed, kissing her neck between each phrase.
“Lee,” she scolded, pulling away from him.
“Come on baby,” he huffed, “Be mine. Be mine forever. And don’t give me that whole song and dance about leaving. You want to be with me and I want to be with you. I could give you everything. Just let me.”
“We’ve talked about this, I want to be independent for a while,” Billie grumbled.
“Billie, come on. We’ve been together practically everyday for months. Why do you have to independent? You want to get married and have kids right?” He asked.
“Of course, I do. But—“
“No. No buts. If you’re planning to have kids, you won’t be working that long anyway. So, pick the right man to have kids with. Pick me, baby,” Lee implored. Billie stared at him and slipped off his lap.
“I was up front with you Lee. I told you I was going to leave and go to college. You knew that going in. I should go,” she whispered. Climbing out of the car. Lee ground his teeth before he got out of the car.
“Billie,” he yelled, “get back here.” He stalked after her angrily.
“Lee,” she sighed, turning to face him, “I can’t do this tonight. I can’t have this argument again.”
He gripped the tops of her arms, “What is it? Why won’t you marry me? Is there something I’m not doing? Are you embarrassed of me?”
“What?” She spat, “Of course not. You’re everything I want—“
“Then what is it? I love you, dammit,” he shouted.
“Look, let’s just take a pause. We can talk tomorrow. We’re both upset,” she placated.
“Fine,” he huffed, stalking back to his car and driving off before Billie had even reached the woods. Wheels spitting gravel, engine revving loudly as he drove away. Billie felt empty. What had she done?
The next day the county fair started. It was the event of the summer. Everyone was there. And Billie was avoiding Lee after their fight the day before. But he spots her. She evades him all night. He finally corners her outside one of the livestock barns.
“What is with you? You said we’d talk today and you’re fucking ignoring me,” He spat, shoving her against the barn and caging her in. Billie refuses to meet his gaze. Tears quickly well up and spill down her cheeks.
“Baby,” he hums gently, “What’s wrong.” His hands move up to cup her face and his thumbs wipe the tears away.
“Not here,” she shakes her head, “Let’s go for a drive.”
“Alright,” Lee murmured. They walk silently to the cruiser and Lee drove a couple of miles down the road before he pulls off onto a side road. It’s not really a road, more like a trail in the woods that farmers use in the spring and summer as a short cut.
Billie has tears running down her face.
“Talk to me,” he begged.
“I’m late,” she sobbed. It took Lee a few moments to catch on.
“Yeah, I’m three weeks late. I thought it was just stress or something,” she cried, her voice breaking.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he soothed, “I’ll take care of ya.” Lee’s heart is beating out of his chest with excitement, but he schools his features and voice to one of concern and anxiousness in order not to tip Billie off.
“What are we gonna do?” She’s fully panicked now. Lee can hear that she’s nearly hyperventilating.
“Shh, baby. You need to breathe, okay?” He said as he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. She nodded slowly, breathing in and out steadily before Lee spoke again.
“We have to tell your parents,” he began. Billie’s eyes grew comically large, she started to protest but Lee cut her off.
“We’ll tell your parents. We’ll get married and no one will be the wiser. It’s okay,” he soothed, “I’ll be with you when you tell your parents. I promise I’ll take care of you.” His eyes shone with sincerity.
“What… what if I’m not ready?”
“You are. You’re perfect. Gonna take such good care of me and our baby,” Lee hummed as he kissed her.
“Lee,” she protested.
“Come on, sugar. You’ll be my good little housewife. I can’t wait to see you get round with my baby. You’re gonna look so sexy,” Lee groaned, he kissed from her lips to her neck as he spoke, “You’re all mine.”
“Did you— did you plan this?” Billie asked, shoving him away. Lee narrowed his eyes at her.
“It doesn’t matter how it happened. What’s done is done and you need me Billie,” he growled. Billie opened her mouth but no words came out. She was stunned. She shook her head back and forth, as she searched for the words.
“You’re a bastard, Lee.” His jaw clicked from side to side when she said that. Without saying anything he started the car and drove. Billie didn’t question him on where they’re going. She knew she was in deep shit. It’s only when she sees the farmhouse come into view that she starts to panic.
“We’re telling your parents tonight.”
“Lee, please don’t do this,” she begged. But he didn’t listen.
“I wanted to be nice. I wanted to wait until after we got married. But you. You just couldn’t accept the nice future I had planned out for ya. So, if you want me to be the bastard, I will be. I’ll get you pregnant. Make you marry me.” He cut the engine and walked up to the house. Billie trudged behind him, she had no other choice.
Lee knocked at the before Billie even reached him. Joy answered.
“Deputy Bodecker,” she smiled, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“Billie and I have something to tell you,” he said happily. What a master of disguise he was. He made Billie believe, really believe that he loved her and cared for her. But he showed his true colors the second she stopped listening to him. And now he’s wooing her mother. Making her believe he’s a nice, stand-up guy. Joy’s smile faltered when she realized the Billie was with Lee, but she let them both in all the same. Lee marched to the living room as if he owned the place.
“John,” Joy called, “Lee and Billie want to talk to us.” John huffed, but turned the tv off. He gestured for Lee to sit.
“Clara, why don’t you go upstairs,” Joy suggested. Clara was the only one of the children home. All the others were still at the fair. She nodded and walked away. Joy sat down, but Billie didn’t.
“Honey,” Lee chuckled, “Come sit down.” She slowly went and sat by Lee. He was quick to wrap an arm around her.
“She’s nervous,” he said, smile glued to his handsome face.
“What’s going on?” John growled at Lee.
“Billie is pregnant,” Lee responded. Joy gasped. John looked like a deer caught in headlights. Billie started crying again, and leaned forward to hide her face in her hands. Lee patted her back.
“But, I don’t want ya’ll to worry,” Lee continued, “I’ll do right by her. I care for your daughter very much. We’re going to get married.”
John harrumphed, “You can take her down to the courthouse tomorrow for all I care. I thought you knew better than to open your legs, girl. I know you’re mama taught you better than that.”
“John,” Joy attempted to placate, “Let’s not be unkind. Lee is going to make this right.”
“I don’t care if he can make it right. Your daughter is out there acting like a whore,” John roared standing up from his armchair. He crossed the room and slapped Billie across the face.
“You have one week to get her out of my house,” John said to Lee, who looked up John and scowled. Billie couldn’t take one more minute, she jumped up and ran upstairs just as Sylvia walked through the door. If Sylvia was one thing, it was perceptive. She took one look at her father and Lee and chased after her sister.
“Now get out of my house, Bodecker,” Lee narrowed his eyes, but obliged. He would make John pay for hitting Billie.
Sylvia found Billie crying in a little ball on the floor.
“What happened?” She asked her sister.
“Lee g-got me pregnant and n-now I have to get married and I’m going to be stuck here in this stupid town forever,” Billie sobbed.
“Shit,” Sylvia sighed. Clara crawled off of her bed to join her sisters on the floor, she squeezed Billie’s hand. She wasn’t one for talking, she wasn’t good at it.
“I thought he loved me. But he manipulated me. I think he did it on purpose,” Billie choked through tears.
Sylvia stood up and started pacing.
“How much money you got?” She asked.
“About $250,” Billie answered.
“I got about $50 left over from babysitting. And I want you to take that,” Sylvia ordered.
“I can’t take your money, Sylvie.”
“Yes you can. Take it. Run away. Start over.”
“I—I—I h—have t-t-ten dollars for you, Billie,” Clara spoke.
“Take our money and go,” Sylvia said, “Consider it a thank you for all the years you took care of us.”
“Are you sure?” Billie looked between her two sisters. Both nodded.
“You have to go tonight. Go to the bus station and get out now,” Sylvia started to scheme. The girls helped Billie pack two bags that night. They rounded up and pooled their money. And at eleven that night, Billie snuck out and walked the three miles to the bus station. She waited until five in the morning and bought the first bus out to Cincinnati. But she didn’t stop there. From there she took another bus to New York. She figured she could disappear into the crowd there. She could say that her husband died and that she had no family left. She could get a job waitressing. Or maybe she could train as a secretary. It didn’t matter because she felt free.
After two weeks in the city, she wrote her family and Lee a letter. She claimed that she wasn’t pregnant. That the stress from telling them and leaving town caused her to miscarry. She said that she couldn’t face any of them now. But that it didn’t diminish her love. She refused to come home. Billie did not include a return of address. She secretly sent Sylvia another letter at her boyfriends house. It included her phone number. Sylvia would call her once a month from a payphone and then from the phone at the local grocery store she worked at. The girls stayed in touch that way. Sylvia secretly relayed the information to Clara and when Joy got suspicious, to her too.
Lee was distraught. He’d lost the love of his life and his baby in a matter of moments. He shouldn’t have made her tell her parents like that. But he couldn’t focus on it too long, because he was soon elected sheriff. He was married to the job. Then he started getting into business with the wrong people. Those terrible men he worked with gave him an idea. An awful idea. He wanted revenge against John and he would get it.
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You think Lee would purposely humiliate his girl if she's acting bratty? Kind of put her in her place from degrading talk to any psychical forms?
Eeep! He would 100% be into degrading his little girl if she got on his nerves enough (this is also considering the his girl was into that kind of thing). I feel like if his girl was sensitive to that kind of talk- he wouldn't do it, but he might do it if she really needed to be put in her place. 💖✨😏 i'm not familiar with writing in the bondage or degrading talk arena, but i hope i did okay?
warnings: 18+ smut, SMUT, bondage, light spanking, harsh words
Today was just not your day, everything was going wrong. Your hairdryer broke so you had to go to work with wet hair; better than that, it was ungodly humid, so it frizzed up like a poodle. Then, you spilled your coffee on your brand new dress during lunch. On the way home, right when you pulled into your driveway, a nail popped your tire. Just great, you thought as you made your way into the house.
You weren't one to talk about your emotions out right. That was mainly to not put anymore stress on your husband, Sheriff Lee Bodecker. You knew he was up to his neck in work and you didn't want your problems to topple it. So, you kept quiet. This didn't help you one bit, as the annoyance within you festered into an attitude that was projected onto Lee.
Ever since you came home that day you had been a complete brat. You refused to cook dinner and told Lee to make it for himself for a change before heading to the bathroom for a bath. Although you cleaned yourself and tried to relax as you lie back against the tub, you ended up getting annoyed because you ran out of bath bombs, so the bath wasn't as enjoyable as usual. At this point anything and everything was annoying you.
While you got out, you turned on the radio nearby and it was quite loud. Lee barged in, already annoyed with your attitude earlier, telling you to turn the music down. You rolled your eyes at him and turned it down a minuscule amount, not helping Lee at all. You knew that rolling your eyes would piss him off, he always says it's one of the things he despises the most, something about it being completely disrespectful.
You couldn't hear your thoughts over the music until Lee yanked the plug out of the socket, "I asked you nicely, and you roll your fucking eyes at me?"
Letting the annoyance take ahold of your actions, you rolled your eyes at him once again, "and what are you gonna do about it? Spank me?" Your words were dripping with attitude and Lee had had just about enough of it.
He walked into the adjoining bedroom and you hear him ruffling about through drawers. You weren't really paying attention as you were drying off your hair with a towel. Lee came back to the doorway, his shirt was off, his trousers still on. He held two rolls of rope and your stomach dropped at the sight, "Get on the bed now." His voice was low and even though you had an attitude before, you knew you had to listen. He held those ropes with a tight grip- he meant business.
You did as you were told, as you were about to lay back on it, he corrected you, "Starfish, on your belly."
Your naked body shivered in the cool air of the bedroom, but you laid on your stomach in the middle of the bed, stretching your arms and legs like a starfish. He was silent as he started to tie your ankles and wrists to the bedposts. You were completely exposed to him as he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring your curvy form. You remained quiet, your head turned to the side, waiting for his next move.
You felt him grab your butt and begin to roughly grope it, you moaned at the feeling. He gave a harsh spank to your left cheek and you squealed at its sharp sting, "You don't get to be brat and get away with it," you felt another slap to your right cheek, "I guess I've been neglecting to put you in your fucking place, doll."
He kneeled on the bed behind you, you didn't realize he had gotten completely undressed. You felt his hardened cock rub up and down on your exposed slit, he chuckled, "you're all bark and no bite. So fucking wet, such a slut for her Daddy."
He didn't wait to push into you all the way, filling you to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix. You moaned loudly at his intrusion, "D-daddy...please," you didn't even know what you were begging for, feeling both pleasure and pain.
He slowly pulled back out, leaving his swollen tip inside of you before slamming harshly back into you again, "Oh, what, now the baby wants to beg? How cute."
He began to trust in and out of you at a fast pace, his force rougher than you've ever felt before. There was a painful stretch that you could still feel, yet the constant pressure against your g-spot made it bearable, and admittedly enjoyable.
You began to moan, "Daddy...slow down...please." Tears started to form in your eyes, some slipping out and down your cheeks, soaking into the sheets below you.
He slapped your ass harshly causing you to clench on his cock, he groaned at the feeling of you momentarily tightening around him. Lee looked down at his member spearing you again and again, he could see the creamy white mixture of your juices coating his dick and he smiled to himself, "Slow down? Your pussy loves this, doesn't it? Your pussy is soaking my dick, you whore. You're Daddy's whore, aren't you? Huh? Answer me."
Your mind was reeling at his words, they were making you wetter by the second, you could hear the squelching noises getting louder, "Y-yes, Daddy. I'm yours- I'm your whore."
He grabbed your hair in his fist, wrapping it around, so he could pull you back as far as your body would let you, which wasn't much with the restraints. The pleasure you felt in your pussy dulled the burning ache Lee was causing on your scalp, "That's right, this pussy is mine." He growled.
Lee was hitting your spots so perfectly, and you knew he was getting close. Lee could feel you begin to clench around him, your orgasm inching closer with each powerful thrust, "go ahead and cream on Daddy's cock, you fucking slut."
You screamed out his title and you came hard, your pussy spasming around his impaling cock. Lee spanked your ass a few more times, the delicate skin now red, "Good fucking girl," he moaned out roughly, "see. That's all that my little slut really wanted, Daddy's fucking cock."
You felt him give a number of harsh thrusts, pushing as much of his cock into you that could fit, his tip hitting your cervix with delicious pain. You felt his cock twitch and heard him grunt as he spilled his cum into you in spurts. He laid on top of you for a second, his breathing heavy in your ear, his chest sweaty against your back, "fuck, I love you. You are such a good girl."
You were spent, but your belly swelled with pride at his words. He chuckled a bit and got up, taking his cock out of you with a pop, you groaned at the loss. He got off of the bed and took the restraints off of your ankles and wrists, giving them soft rubs to ease the pain.
You rolled over, as you heard him go into the bathroom and turn the tub on. He came back into the room and leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead and lips, "stay right here and relax, i'm gonna get you some water."
You nodded, it didn't take long for his return. He had you sit up and he held the water bottle up to your lips, offering you small sips as you tried to steady your breathing. After he decided you were somewhat hydrated he scooped you into his arms and stepped into the bath, bringing you down on top of him, so your back was against his chest. He grabbed a loofa and put your favorite body wash on it, he started to scrub your body while giving you small kisses here and there, "How are feeling, little one?"
You were in such a relaxed state, your annoyance long gone, "really good, Daddy. I'm sorry I was so rude, I just had a really bad day today."
He grabbed your chin and gave you a deep kiss, "When you feel that way you tell me, okay? Daddy's here to make things better, I know what you need."
You nodded and he smiled, ".... and bedside I think we were both in need of a good fucking."
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Daddy Always Wins
Summary: Laura should know better than to hang out with the wrong crowd when her stepfather is the Sheriff in town.
Characters: Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x Stepdaughter!Laura (but can still be read as reader insert), mentions of Arvin Russell x Laura/Reader.
Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, mentions of smoking marijuana, stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, stepcest, dub-con, age gap relationship (reader is 18), explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), daddy kink, size kink, a little pussy slapping, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.
A/N: Written for my wonderful friend and hoe @sweeterthanthis for her birthday. Lau, you have brightened my world so much, and I just wanted to give you this little gift as a token of my love for you, and what better way to showcase that adoration than with a little Lee filth?! That being said, this is my very first Lee fic, so please be kind. Beta: @msmarvelwrites but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.
“Oh shit, cops a’comin!” One of the boys out front yells as the information still passes down through your group of friends like Chinese Whispers.
Several people hurriedly down the last of their beers, and a couple others, including you, take one last toke of your joints before stubbing them out on the grubby floor of the dilapidated cabin, kicking them under the threadbare couch to be rid of the evidence.
Nobody tries to flee. There’s little point in trying to hide in the forest— outrunning the cops would be a futile effort, especially when half of them know the woods better than any of you.
Everyone falls silent as the engine of the car shuts off outside, followed by a creak of a hinge and a thud as the door slams. Heavy footfalls made by big clunky boots begin scraping along the bare floorboards accompanied by the rattle of keys. The sound is always ominous, but you’re used to it by now.
The footsteps get louder upon their approach, coming closer and closer until they stop in front of you and the boy sat beside you. His arm slowly moves from its place around your shoulder, and you know that all it takes for him to do so is one hardened look of the man standing in front of you, his intense cerulean eyes no doubt shooting daggers at the teenager.
“Evenin’ Miss Brady… Mr Russell,” he eventually speaks, his thick accent broken by the slight pop of gum slapping against his lips, one that never fails to make your body clench while your mind screams at the betrayal.
“Evenin’ Sheriff Bodecker,” your friend Abigail coos sweetly from behind you. “What can I do for ya this fine night?”
“I’m not here to bust any y’all, I just came for my sweet little step daughter.” His voice is thick with disdain. If true contempt had a colour, you swear it’d be dripping red at your feet all over the cabin floor. “Y’see, her mama’s all kindsa worried.”
You finally glance up, locking eyes with the man standing above you, hands on his hips while trying to look authoritative.
“I told Mama where I was, Lee,” you quip, refusing to use his proper title or alternate moniker.
“I know, but it’s past curfew.”
“My curfew ain’t ‘til midnight.”
“Not on a school night it ain’t,” Lee returns. “C’mon, now before I hav’ta drag ya outta here myself.” He holds out a hand to help you from your seat, but you bypass his offer, choosing to push yourself up and off the couch without his aid. You let out a little frustrated sigh as you do so, and storm straight past the officer.
The night is cold— colder than you remember it when you left the house earlier. You hug your arms tightly as you wait for the familiar clomp of boots and jingle of keys behind you, giving your stepfather a stern look as he leisurely strolls around to his side of the car and gets in. He takes his time in unlocking the passenger door, grinning at you as you slump into the seat next to him.
“No wonder you’re cold dressed like tha’,” he comments, eyes trailing down your body and coming to rest on your bare legs. “Paradin’ around like the town whore.”
“Better not have my mama hear ya talkin’ to me like that, Lee.”
He scoffs. “Y’know your mama don’t care what ya do.” His tongue drags heavily across his bottom lip, his gaze now on your breasts as he leans over, breath laced with whiskey and tobacco. “And I thought I told ya t’call me Daddy.”
You scrunch up your nose in disgust as he turns the car on, and shifts it into reverse, hurriedly speeding back down the dirt path. Watching in the side mirror, the cabin is slowly swallowed by darkness as you drive away, but instead of heading right— back towards the highway, Lee veers off to the left, heading further into the belly of the woods.
“Where we goin’?” You ask, straightening up in your seat, watching the trees thin out as the Sheriff pulls up into a clearing and switches the car off.
He turns to you, tongue heavy on his bottom lip, and smirks. “Think we need to have a little talk ‘bout what you were doin’ with that good for nothin’ boy Arvin.”
“I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ sexual,” you tell him, uncomfortably tugging at the hem of your dress.
“You sure ‘bout that?” He eyes you harshly, fingers reaching out to stroke over your bare thigh. “He was sat awful close, had his little arm around you like it meant somethin’. You suck the kids’ dick?”
“No!” You recoil. Yes, you liked Arvin but you were just friends... for now.
“Good girl,” Lee praises, his breath hot and damp on your face as he moves closer, nose brushing against the skin of your cheek. “‘Cause the only cock you’re suckin’ ‘round here is mine.”
Your eyes widen at his words, distracted by the sound of his belt buckle snapping open, glancing down just as your stepfather pulls his half-hard length free. The tip weeps as he pumps up his shaft causing a groan to rumble deeply in his throat. Lee’s left hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, forcing you to bend your head in the direction of his lap.
“Lee, stop,” you contest weakly, putting your hands in front of you, and press hard against his thighs in an attempt to fight him off.
“C’mon Princess,” he soothes gently in your ear, but you’re not in the mood for his pet names.
Gritting your teeth, you spit back, “Name’s Laura, not Princess.”
“Y’name’s whatever I say it fuckin’ is.”
As Lee tugs your head back up, he tuts sharply, breath hissing through his teeth as his voice comes out in a low, menacing tone.
“No point tryin’ t’fight me Princess, you won’t win,” he warns. “You never do.”
You sag against him at his words, all your resistance evaporating, knowing he’s right. In all the months you’ve caught yourself in predicaments like these, when have you ever truly, and successfully, managed to resist him? You’ve come to learn that Lee enjoys a little push and pull— a chance to exert his dominance, and over time, you’ve realised that you like it more than you let on.
The man forcing your head down towards his cock should disgust you, but you find yourself aiding him as your lips meet warm flesh, damp and sticky.
Moving your hand from his thigh, you slowly curl it around the base, tugging softly at his hardness as you suck down over the dome of his dick. Lee grunts above you, the grip of his hand at your neck tightening with each retreat of your mouth.
“Yeah, that’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he proudly flatters, his voice gravelly as the words breaking off into a deep growl when you greedily take him to the back of your throat.
Lee’s moans fill the cab, accompanied by the sounds of you slurping and gagging around his cock. For a minute you think he’s going to come as he falls silent, but instead he pulls you off, breathlessly ordering against your mouth, “get th’fuck in my lap.”
You quickly shift back in your seat and start to pull down your underwear when he grabs at your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
Climbing over into the driver's seat, you nestle each knee either side of Lee’s thighs, and with deft fingers, he edges your soaked panties to the side as you feel his cock sliding through your pussy lips. He teases you, slapping the head against your clit, making sure you’re wet enough to take him and when he’s satisfied you are, he’s breaching your slick heat with a delicious, burning stretch. And even though it always takes time to accommodate him fully— your tiny cunt stuffed to the seams, it still feels like his cock is fucking made to fit inside you.
Whimpering into his open mouth, the Sheriff returns it— a deep, inhuman sound that travels down to your core, settling there in a rush of heat and chill. You start to move, rolling your hips first clockwise and then anti, just enjoying the way you can feel him swell inside you. Lee swears, the curse of your name on tumbling from his whiskey-tainted lips on a loop, fingers bruising the flesh of your thighs as he holds onto the little restraint he has left.
You giggle innocently, brushing your mouth against his as your stepfather cracks, furiously grabbing at your waist to hold you aloft.
“Enough fuckin’ teasin’ Princess,” he grunts as he snaps his hips, fucking into you so hard that the cruiser begins to rock from the force of his thrusts. You reach behind you— one hand poised on the steering wheel while the other grips at the shoulder of the Sheriff’s leather jacket, your blunt nails creating crescent moons into the black cowhide.
“Oh Daddy, fuck!” You squeal as he shifts beneath you, his cock hitting your cervix just... right.
Lee laughs, “That’s right, I’m y’fuckin’ Daddy.”
He drops you back into his lap, but his rhythm never falters, not even when he brings his thumb to your clit and starts driving you closer towards the precipice. The speed of the circles he traces over your throbbing pearl perfectly compliments the way he fucks you over and over without mercy.
“You gonna come for your Daddy, huh?” He asks, cobalt eyes still bright despite the darkness clinging to the air around you. You nod wordlessly, your response trapped behind your lips but as soon as you open them to let the words tumble free, they come out as pathetic whines.
Lee grabs the nape of your neck, pulling you towards him as he fucks you, now slow and impossibly deep, while his thumb continues to massage your clit. The intimacy between you is suddenly almost impossibly thick, and part of you is desperate to run from it, but you’re powerless like this. A victim of your own lust.
“C’mon, c’mon, gimme me all ya got,” he coaxes between breaths, and eventually the dam inside you breaks. Finding your voice, you wail and tremble in his lap as he fucks you through it, the sensation of your walls tensing around him urging him to succumb to his own.
With erratic thrusts, Lee spills hot inside you, painting your womb white with a strained growl. Your body sags against him as you catch your breath, feeling him still twitching inside you.
Eventually he withdraws, pulling your panties back into place. You feel his warmth trickle out of you and onto the cotton as he cups your covered mound firmly, smearing his wetness all over your pussy lips and small patch of curls at the top of your sex.
“Now ya gonna wear these all night,” he tells you, capturing your damp lips with his, before pulling away with a stark reminder, “Daddy always wins.”
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