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Ok for murderer Monday 😶🌫️
Imagine being softdark!Lee's little housewife and getting your period and he gets soooooo protective of you esp. in public and when you're both alone and you're in pain and he's heard that pleasure can fix that sooooo....
AaaaAAAAAAH YES. It's been so long since I wrote for Lee. I need more Lee thots hehe
Home Remedies
Summary: When your period comes with a vengeance, Lee is quick to dote on you. But when the regular methods of pain relief seem to be failing you, Lee suggests another way to make you feel better.
Pairing: soft dark!Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, fingering (f receiving), pet names (princess, baby doll, baby, nothing crazy), period sex, bleeding (obvi), Lee being Lee which is naturally darker but still very loving, brief mentions of force feeding, dry humping, Lee coming in his pants, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone.
A/N: Holy crap, I accidentally wrote a fic! Look at me go! This was supposed to be short but it turned out to be a full length fic! I'm honestly so surprised and proud of myself. I hope you enjoy it! Hehe let me know how you feel! Comments and reblogs are always welcome! 💖
Kisses 💋
—K
Lee made it a point to track your cycle, it made life easier for the both of you. He knew when your attitude was less than agreeable that your monthly was just round the corner, which helped him keep a level head most of the time. He knew when you'd burst into tears because you were out of lemons and he forgot to pick them up from the store, that your monthly was approaching. As much as it drove him up the walls to have you all over the place, he knew there was no avoiding it. Just as there was no avoiding the itch deep inside him to watch over you.
On a good day, Lee had a hard time leaving you at home by yourself. The worry that someone might break in, or something might happen while he's gone lived permanently in the back of his head. No matter how many times that you tell him that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, Lee had a hard time buying it. He just wants to make sure you're safe, that's all.
So when you're curled up in bed way past the time you normally get up, that need to hover around you comes back full swing. You were certain there was a knife in your abdomen, and it was slowly but surely cutting its way through your insides. You were flushed hot, but felt annoyingly chilly at the same time. After 20 minutes of wrestling with the blankets you found a position that didn't hurt.
"Babydoll?" You hear Lee's groggy voice laced with concern from behind you. "You feelin' ok?"
"Cramps," is all you could say through the discomfort. Lee clocked the pained whine in your voice and the waves of tension that radiated off of you immediately.
"Period come early, or your tummy?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, ready to get whatever you needed.
"Period," you grumble softly. He grunts in acknowledgement and makes his way towards the medicine cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and a cool washcloth for your forehead, he could feel the heat emanating from you.
"Here you go, honey," he whispers as he hands you the two pills and the glass of water you keep by your bedside. You swallow them down with some effort, the water settling in your stomach makes you nauseated.
"Thanks," you sigh as he sets the half empty cup down and eases the damp washcloth across your heated skin.
"Y'welcome," he whispers and mozies his way downstairs, ready to call Ida at the station to tell her that he won't be in today. He comes back to bed less than 10 minutes later, lightly buttered toast and a small plate of fruit in hand. You sigh when you see the food, knowing that it's a lot easier to just eat the food rather than argue with him about it. Last time you did, he sat there and basically forced the slices if oranges down your throat. Lesson learned.
Once Lee was satisfied with the amount of food you'd eaten, he tucked you back into bed, this time setting a red towel beneath you to catch any excess blood.
"There you go," he presses a kiss to your face and straightens up, "if y'need anythin', you tell me, alright?"
"I will, honey, thank you," you smile up at him softly. While he still was the rough and burly sheriff of Knockemstiff, you couldn't deny the fact that he loved you to pieces. He gave you that boyish smile that he knows you love so much, and went about his way.
Your little nap lasted for about an hour before the cramps came back with a vengeance. The dull ache was now replaced with piercing pains that shot through you. Deep groans pulled their way from your throat as you writhe in your spot, unwanting to move too much.
"What's the matter?" a concerned Lee ask from the door, your pained groans having alerted him. Unable to answer him, he crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, still in his pajama pants and undershirt. "Is it bad? Want more pills?"
"N-Nooo," you whimper with a shake of your head, you knew they'd do nothing to quell the pain in your abdomen.
"What do you need, honey? Tell me," he sighs softly, his face pinched in pain, mirroring your own grimace. Seeing you like this definitely did a number on him. "Hm?"
"Don't know," you mumble, frustrated that you have no clue what could possibly make this better.
"Wanna try something? I heard it's supposed t'help make everything better," he says, a playful yet caring glint in his eye. He can tell he has your attention now, that you're just desperate enough to want relief no matter how you got it. "They say that gettin' off helps relax the muscles that are crampin', helps you relax. Don't that sound nice?"
Lee tucks a strand of your hair behind your head, smiling when you nuzzle into his palm on instinct. He read about it months ago and was just waiting for the opportunity to put it to the test. Now all he has to do is get you to agree, which he knows is going to be a piece of cake. He watches as you chew over his proposition.
"Gettin' off?" You ask softly, looking up at your husband.
"Yes, babydoll," he leans in closer with a soft nod, slowly but surely moving to hover over you, "gettin' you off... makin' you finish."
It's second nature to spread your thighs for Lee, your body welcoming his own as he cages you in underneath him. You could see the predatory gleam in his eye as he watched you, waiting patiently for your answer. You knew that this was partly for his own pleasure, but the saccharine promise of relief from the pain was enough for you.
"Ok," you nod, your arms moving to lazily sling around his broad shoulders. Lee gives you that pleased smirk that sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy, a welcomed contrast to the shooting jabs and dull aches.
"Alright," he purrs, clearly pleased with your answer, and lowers his body down to yours carefully. You whine softly at the pressure, but he's quick to shush you gently. "It's ok, babydoll, it's alright. Jus' let me take care of everythin', and you be a good girl and relax, hm? All you gotta do is feel good."
He whispers his loving promises into your skin as he peppers tender kisses along your jaw, making his way to your lips. You both let out a shared moan of relief when your lips finally slot together. The slow movements of Lee's unfairly large hands pull your mind away from the discomfort you feel, the further south they travel the heavier you breathe.
"L-Lee," you moan into his mouth when he gently cups your sex, his hooded eyes trained on your face as he holds you in his palm, the heat from your core drove him fucking crazy. He groans softly as he begins to pet you, stroking your mound in slow motions, careful not to push too hard. Your eyes stay shut as small little whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips. The feeling of his hand rubbing your sensitive parts has a mixture of arousal and blood gushing out of you, just for Lee to feel.
"That's it, babygirl," he groans, letting his own eyes shut for a moment to just feel the growing wetness of your cunt through your panties. The small sparks of pleasure are soon not enough anymore, and you try to tell him with a gentle nudge of your hips. "Wan' more already?"
"Uh-huh," you nod, ignoring the teasing lilt to his voice. He gives your lips another peck before he's peeling off your panties and discarding them to the floor.
"So wet for me, aren't ya, Sweetheart? Always so wet," he coos as his thick fingers glide easily through your petals. Lee bites his lip when he smells the metalic scent of your blood mixing with the tang of your arousal— he could get used to this.
"Oh my god," you sigh and grip his white undershirt in your fists, your head lolling to the side as he circles your clit in slow, precise movements. You were so fucking sensitive, it was nearly overwhelming. The gentle touches left you burning for more and breathless, then you had Lee above you, watching your every expression with his own hungry gaze, and speaking in that thick drawl— it was dizzying.
"Oh, fuck!" You whimper as a thick finger fills you slowly, your back arches off the bed on instinct. The deep grunt that leaves Lee has you clamping down around his forefinger, his thumb replacing his finger on your clit. Lee was certain he's never been this hard in his life than he is right now, watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's providing. His cock flexes against your inner thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you at a sluggish pace.
"There you go, baby, there you go," he rasps under his breath, his eyes drinking in every little expression you make. The way your nose scrunches, how your eyebrows furrow together when he touches that special spot inside you, the way your gorgeous lips stay parted to let those beautiful moans flow freely. "So fucking beautiful, y'know that? Make me so crazy for ya, Princess, can't get enough a'you, never get enough."
The stretch of another finger joining his first has your hips trying to rut, chasing the pleasure, but Lee's heavy frame keeps you in your spot. He speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt over and over fill the room.
"Oh fuck, y'hear that? Hear how wet you are?" Lee growls, the slick sounds being his undoing. His fingers speed up, keeping their pressure light as he stretches you out. You gasp and moan as the pleasure builds, the tension growing in your lower tummy draws tighter and tighter with each swipe of his thumb against your clit.
"Lee, m'gonna cum!" You gasp and toss your head back, your legs squirming as he works you closer and closer to your high.
"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Gonna make a fucking mess?" His voice is rough, his own hips beginning to rut, humping himself against your thigh for some relief. The act alone sends you shooting higher ans higher towards your crest. "C'mon, honey, I want you t'come for me."
You didn't stand a chance.
"Lee!" You cry out as you finish, your body thrashing as waves of bliss crash down over you again and again. You can hear Lee's pleased grunts in your ear as you clench down around his fingers, his thumb working you through your high. A rush of wetness seeps from your core, coating Lee's hand and dripping down your skin to the towel. It's not long until you feel his covered cock throbbing wildly against you.
"F-Fuck!" He curses harshly as his own end catches up to him, soaking his boxers and pajama pants. Throaty groans resonate through his chest as he rocks against you to milk his high as long as possible. Heavy breaths replace the moans that filled the shared bedroom. Peeling your eyes open, you gaze up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath.
Lee sighs and pulls himself from the comfort of your shoulder to look down at you with a soft smile. His face flushed pink and sweat beads his forehead from your activities and shared body heat and you can't help but beam up at him with that same lovesick smile you give him.
"How're y'feelin', Princess, any better?" He asks in a breathless voice. You giggle softly and relax your grip on his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles you left.
"I forgot that's what this was for," you admit bashfully, making him chuckle with you.
"Well, good, then I did my job right."
"You always do, Sheriff Bodecker," you coo and give him a kiss, already feeling more like yourself. Lee groans into the kiss at the title.
"You're a little minx," he whispers in between another kiss before propping himself up on his forearm, giving his attention to his fingers still buried in your cunt. "Fuuuuck me," he groans when he sees the mess you made. A thin layer of blood coats your inner thighs and part of his hand, the glisten of your cum recognizable on your lips and his wrist. Slowly, he withdraws from your pussy, watching intensely as his fingers emerge coated in your essence and blood.
The little whimper you give when he leaves you completely empty has his dick stirring in his trousers. Lee sucks in a deep breath as he brings his fingers from between your legs to get a better look.
"Would y'look at that?" He marvels, mostly to himself, as his fingers gleam in the late morning sunshine. Your face heats up at his actions, embarrassment taking hold as he shows you his bloody, cum covered fingers. Lee's eyes are fixed on his digits as he plays with the strings of wetness for a moment before bringing them to his lips. A loud moan vibrates in his chest at your taste, his eyes sliding shut in bliss as he cleans you from his hand. He finally releases them with a pop.
"Fuckin' divine is what you are, Princess. Fuckin' heavenly," he growls, his dick fully hard in his pajama pants as he begins to rut into your thigh again, his eyes dark with hunger again as he quickly unties the drawstring of his pants. "M'gonna fuck ya all fuckin' week, make sure ya don't feel nothin' but pleasure— fuck, m'gonna take care of ya, Princess, I promise."
And he did.
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Sheriff Daddy at your service.
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ok so i’m too lazy to write anything but could you do a blurb for arvin, like reader and arvin are best friends but they both likes each other but in the scene where arvin is hiding from the sheriff, the sheriff uses reader as bait to draw him out of hiding? does that make sense
pennies [arvin russell x reader]
➽ pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader (y/n)
➽ word count: 942
➽ summary: see above!!
➽ warnings: explicit language, violence, all that good tdatt stuff
➽ a/n: enjoy!
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Your breaths came in short, quick gasps. The sheriff, a man much larger and stronger than you, had you flush against his body, a gun pressed into your stomach. His yelling hurt your ears and, even though your instincts told you to fight back, there was no use. “Come on!” Lee Bodecker yelled again. “Just show yerself, boy, and your little lady won’t get hurt!”
There was a rustling off to the side, and Bodekcer trained the gun quickly and shot. The force of it knocked you further back into him and drew a shout of fright from your lips, and Bodecker chuckled breathlessly. “Don’t play with me, boy!” he said. “I ain’t feelin’ too generous today!”
“Just leave us alone,” you whimpered. Your fingers clawed at the man’s arm, which was locked tight around your throat. Breathing was difficult, and you could hardly think. You were in pure survival mode, and adrenaline was making your fingers shake and your knees weak. But you had to stand your ground for Arvin. If you folded, then Arvin’s fight was for nothing. “We didn’t do nothin’ to ya.”
“Aw, sugar, but ya did,” Lee told you. “You killed my little sister. I can’t just let somethin’ like that slide.”
“She was gonna kill us,” you sputtered. “W-We were protecting ourselves!”
“Well, shit, what’s worse for me?” Lee asked, and he jostled you around to scare you quiet. “Having a murdered sister or a murderer sister? See, I’m tryna get reelected, sweetheart, and catching the kids who killed my sister is a mighty fine way to do that, don’t ya think?” When you didn’t answer, Lee crashed the butt of his gun into your head. Your vision went blurry and your ears rang out with terrible pain, and you could have sworn that you tasted pennies in your mouth. Pennies means blood, you heard Arvin telling you. If ya ever get in a fight and taste pennies, just quit and back away. But there was no backing away now. “When I speak to you, ya answer me, ya hear?”
You sniffled. “Leave us alone,” you moaned. “Please.”
“What kinda man are ya?” Lee called to the woods. “Lettin’ your lady suffer for your crimes? Come out here and face me like a goddamn man!”
The rustling of branches came again, but, this time, Arvin revealed himself. His shirt was ripped at the bottom and his pants were muddy, but his face was stony and fixed. “Let her go,” he said. “Ya’ve got me now. She didn’t do nothin’. It was all me.”
“So, just to make sure I’ve got this right,” Lee said. His grip showed no sign of loosening, and you saw Arvin watching you sway in Lee’s arms. It was hard to focus on any words, and the taste of pennies only got worse. “You’re the one who killed my sister?”
“I didn’t mean to,” Arvin said. “I got scared. She was pointin’ a gun at her, sayin’ she was gonna be one of the people in her fuckin’ pictures. I…”
“You pulled the fuckin’ trigger?” Lee said. His grip loosened against you for a moment, then he threw you aside. Your weak legs betrayed you, and you fell to the damp, mossy ground. “It was you. And you killed that preacher too, huh?”
“I killed that preacher for the same reason you’re tryna kill me,” Arvin said. “He killed my little sister. I loved her more than anything, and that bastard took her from me.”
“Just how you did with me,” Lee said. You watched as Arvin drew his gun, and you heard two gunshots go off. Lee stumbled back with the force of the bullet that was lodged in his stomach, and he fell onto his back with a pained gasp. You were focused on Arvin, though, and you saw a little patch of red bloom at the shoulder of his white shirt. You watched Arvin move to the fallen sheriff and kick his gun away, and you closed your eyes when the gun went off again, killing the older man in a quick few seconds.
Suddenly, Arvin’s familiar smell and feel was around you, picking you up and cradling you to his chest. “Ya there?” he asked. “C’mon, girl, lemme see those pretty eyes ya got.”
When your eyes fluttered open, you saw Arvin’s eyes red and full of tears. “Ya tastin’ pennies?” he asked, and you nodded slowly. “You’re gonna be alright, I promise. Just keep those pretty eyes open for me.”
“Vinny,” you mumbled. You grabbed at his shirt, trying to tug it down to see his bleeding wound, but Arvin carefully pushed your hands away.
“Oh, don’t ya worry ‘bout me,” Arvin said softly. “I’ll be just fine. I just want ya to focus on yourself, alright?”
You nodded and settled your aching head into his neck. “Arvin?” you whispered.
“Yes, baby?” Arvin said. He had only ever called you that once before. Usually, Arvin’s nicknames for you were relegated to variations on girl or woman, depending on his mood, but he had called you baby when he had to tell you about Lenora. You were crying and he was hugging you tightly, and he had pushed your hair away from your ear and whispered, “We’ll get through this together, baby.”
“Don’t leave me,” you whispered. “I love you, Vinny.”
Arvin sniffled, and a tear fell. “I love ya too,” he whispered. “Just stay awake for me, now, alright? I’ll get us some help. I ain’t ever gonna leave ya, not as long as I got breath in my lungs.”
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Ok ok ok K for murderer Monday pls pls pls imagine:
Lee, Lee being antsy and horny all day and just as he's clocking out something comes up and he's late and by the time he gets home he's just crazed he opens the door and throws you over the nearest surface and has his way with you, just about the roughest he's ever been, taking out all his frustrations, and you think it's one round but no, he keeps going, going, going, keeps going till he literally collapses, no aftercare even because he's literally collapsed on you, in you, and you're pinned and not going anywhere
And for an encore: pls imagine Random eating you out, just glued to you, tongue fucking you as he humps the bed and whimpers into you, looking up at you through his lashes, and you can't help it you pull his hair and slap him while his tongue is in you and he lets out the deepest groan into you, eyes rolling back and just coming all over the bed, and still his mouth is going at you, devouring you-
Thank you for the opportunity, I shall now show myself out 💗
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The drive home was infinitely longer than he remembered it being. Lee practically kicked the door down, barely remembering to lock it behind him as he sewrched the house for you. He found you in the bedroom putting away his neatly folded laundry— perfect.
"Hi, hone—" the words are barely out of your mouth before his tongue is shoved down your throat and his large hands scoop you up. A surprised squeak is all you manage before he's dropping you on the bed and ripping open your dress with a hungry growl.
There's no words exchanged, just heavy gasps of air and sighs as he strips you both down as fast as he possibly can. With a wordless grunt, Lee slides two thick fingers into your pussy, moaning happily at the heat of your walls around his fingers, his cock twitching needily. In quick thrusts, he works you open, eager to be inside of you as soon as possible.
You moan as his fingers fill you, relaxing back into the bed. Another surprised yelp tears from your lips when he flips you over on to your stomach, your ass high in the air as he pulls his fingers from you. You feel his dick gliding through your slick wetness for a brief moment before Lee was pushing into you in one swift motion.
A shared moan vibrates through the room, the full feeling lasting only for a moment before he sets a brutal pace. Animalistic grunts and growls flow freely from your husband's lips as he fucks you into the mattress. It's quick, it's hard, it's everything he needs it to be.
Lee feels his high coming fast but pays it no mind, chasing the release with reckless abandon. His bruising grip holds you in place as he cums inside you with a loud groan, his hips stilling for a quick moment before you feel his pace picking back up, fucking his cum deeper and deeper. His moans are ragged and higher in pitch due to his sensitivity, but the need to keep going overrides any logical thought in him.
You on the other hand, can barely think at all. Words are lost on you as he pounds into you from behind, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs in the form of blissed out moans. You loved when he was like this, crazed and needy, too far gone in his primal need for your body that he can't seem to think about anything except you.
It seems to last for hours, and it does. You both lose count of how many times you've cum, each one more delicious than the last. A messy pile of sweaty limbs tangled on the king sized bed, Lee's strong pudgy body collapsed on top of yours as he keeps rutting into you. He can feel exhaustion nipping at his heels, his muscles ache, his eyes tired and unfocused from rolling back in his skull so many times. You lay underneath him, weakly gripping the sheets, further gone than he is, one heavy thrust away from completely passing out.
Finally, with a weak, pitiful whimper, Lee cums for the last time. You can barely feel the two or three pathetic spurts of cum that fill you, but you do feel Lee's body relaxing completely into you, the heft of him bearing down on you comfortably, offering a soothing touch after hours of rough fucking. He'd take care of you tomorrow, but right now, all you can fo is sleep.
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Just For Us: Part One
Summary: Lee needed a vacation, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. Yet, somehow, you manage to get him in a cabin for an entire week. It’s going to be a very relaxing week, to say the least.
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 882
Warning: Fluff, plot no porn (YET), allusions to sexy times, soft!Lee Bodecker (he’s going to be so cute, you guys), Lee being a dork. He’s adorable.
A/N: This is on the shorter side of things and I love it! This was a WIP from a long time ago and I feel like making this into a short, sweet little opener to this little series! We all need some fluffy romance in our lives and I am so excited to write this. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, some food, or some fruit. I’d appreciate anything, really. Hehe! Ok! See you guys soon! It feels good to be back.
Kisses💋
—K
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You had no idea how you managed to pull this off.
Your husband was a busy man, being the County Sheriff was a taxing job. “A full-time gig, Sweetheart,” were Lee’s exact words. The weekends he had off were strictly because he had to take them off, and even when he was home, he was still thinking about work or worse, working on something around the house. Yet, somehow, you sweet-talked your gruff but loving husband into take a vacation. For one whole week.
The drive up to the secluded cabin was absolutely wonderful. The spring foliage was lush and glamorous, each tree was an enchanting green that seemed to shimmer as the wind carded through the bushels of leaves. You oo-ed and aah-ed at the flowers as Lee drove the family car down the isolated road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your heart. He strummed his thumb across the knuckles on your intertwined hands as he pulled up to the quaint cabin your friends lent to you for the week.
“We’re here,” Lee said and shut the engine off.
“Oh, would you look at that!” You exclaim under your breath as you took in the neat little structure.
“Pretty neat-o, or whatever those kids say,” he joked with a smile, earning a hearty laugh from you.
“Lee, baby, never say ‘neat-o’ again, please,” you giggle and get out of the car, grabbing your bags and skipping to the front door.
Lee followed close behind with his half of the luggage (the heavier half), and the keys. Once the door was unlocked, you were skipping right inside to explore the rest of the cabin and unpack.
“Isn’t this just the prettiest place you’d ever seen?” You muse aloud as you wander through the oddly spacious cabin. The walls were clean, polished oak, painted a sweet cream color that was easy on the eyes, the floors were oak as well, but the stained wood floor in the hallways were covered by a running rug.
“Babydoll, I’ve seen a cabin before,” Lee sassed playfully. He chuckled when you gave him a look. “Yeah, it’s pretty, alright.”
“Mmhmm,” you tease with a giggle before setting your luggages on the ottoman at the foot of the bed.
You unpack rather quickly, Lee wasn’t a heavy packer since his time in the war. Once you hung the last of your dresses, you were immediately drawn to the large French doors at the other side of the room. Looking through the panes of glass, you took it all in. Lush cascading vines and limbs covered in leaves and flowers filled every corner of your view. The sound of birds singing their lovely melodies is carried on the gentle breeze, and you can’t help but smile.
The wood floor of the cabin creaked softly underneath the relaxed gait of your husband. The heat from his strong body offered another layer of comfort to the atmosphere around you. He sighs as he brings his large hands to your waist, resting his temple against yours as you both look out on the picturesque landscape before you. The gentle woodsy scent of the earth mixed well with Lee’s cologne. You lean back into his firm chest on instinct, the action always made Lee smile. He loved knowing that you wanted him near you, that your body naturally sought his out for comfort.
“Let’s get somethin’ to eat then we could go for a walk, how’s that sound?” He offers in a hushed voice.
“You want to go for a walk?” You tease with a grin, turning to look at Lee.
“Yeah, s’a beautiful day, it’d be a shame to waste it bein’ inside,” he smiles back, he was in a good mood, “besides, I gotta stretch my legs out after all that drivin’.”
“Alright, Sheriff, I’ll make us somethin’ t’eat,” you chuckle and press a kiss to his lips. He hums when your lips touch his, his hold keeping you from getting too far just yet. He brings you in for another kiss, this one was deeper than the first, less innocent. It left you both wanting and hungry for more.
“Go, before I change my mind ‘bout that walk,” he grumbles with a grin into the kiss, he gently nudges you away from him to control himself. You chuckle and shake your head as you playfully shove him back and head for the kitchen. He watches you leave with the same happy grin on his face, he couldn’t help but peek at your curves as you go down the hall. Lee sighs and turns back to the view, opting to stand in silence as he waits for you to finish making lunch for the two of you.
The silence that surrounded him was welcomed, he shut his eyes and strained to listen for anything. He heard the birds chirping, the wind rustling the leaves and branches, the cabin creaking and settling around him, and then your distant humming in the kitchen. No cars racing by the house, no phone calls from Bobo, no sirens, no deputies, no cases— just this. It was a heaven curated just for the two of you.
And Lee was going to enjoy every moment of it.
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Just For Us: Part II
Summary: The first day of your vacation was a success. The first night proves to be just as eventful. Especially when Lee just can’t help but admire how beautiful you are. He’s in a good mood, sue him.
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2,520
Warnings: Fluff, Lee being an absolute sweetheart, smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fingering (f receiving) , praise kink, Daddy kink (it’s Lee, come on, we all know he has a Daddy kink, it’s not surprising), sex in front of the mirror, Lee being a sex God and a really good husband.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I had forgotten just how much fun it was to write something for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing little drabbles for Murderer Monday and Tech Tuesday, but there’s just something so lovely about doing this for me and no one else. I also missed writing for Lee! He’s always such a fun character to soften. We all need a little lovin’ and I figured he did too. This series is a love letter to you, to me, and to our dear Sheriff Bodecker. Let me know what you guys think! Reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcomed and heavily appreciated. At this point I’m asking that you send something nice. I wanna hear it! Hehe ok! Enjoy!
Kisses 💋
—K
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The walk was exactly what Lee needed. The fresh spring air paired nicely with the leisurely atmosphere that took over the normally bustling sheriff. You strolled along a path for the better part of an hour after your meal just talking. You could swear that you’ve never talked more than you did on that walk, and you and Lee liked to talk so that’s saying something.
The rest of the evening went along in relative silence, albeit a very comfortable one. Lee left you to cook a quick dinner to read on the porch, he’d packed a handful of books that he’s been meaning to get around to reading. You were content in your own little bubble for the time being, alone time was important to you both.
With dinner ate and dishes cleaned, you both turned in for the night. The space outside a deep black, made even darker by the shroud of trees that surrounded your little cabin. Lee laid on the bed in a white tank top and his sleeping pants, his nose in his book. You hum softly as you move through your nightly routine, applying your face lotion before moving on to your body lotion. The motion of you rubbing the cocoa butter into your legs catches Lee’s attention from the corner of his eye.
It’s a glance at first, curious at to what the movement was, but when he sees you caress your knee, he’s following the trail of your hands carefully. The silk of your little cream nightgown shines along with your lotion-ed skin, you move higher and higher up your body slowly, massaging the flesh of your body lovingly. Lee’s hands can’t help but itch to do it for you. With his book long forgotten, he sets it aside on his nightstand and makes his way to the bathroom door. He leans one arm against the frame of the door, the other resting on his hip as he blocks the doorway. You don’t stop applying your lotion much to Lee’s delight, he watches lustfully, licking his lip before tugging it between his teeth.
“Can I help you?” You ask smoothly as you catch sight of him staring. Lee’s eyes slowly drag up the length of your form, not bothering to hide the desire in his gaze as he smirks appreciatively. He chuckles lowly before looking at you through his lashes.
“I think you can, Sweetheart,” he drawls cooly, he lowers his arm and slowly stalks towards you. Lee takes his place behind you, turning you to face the large vanity mirror. As his hands slide up the sides of your waist, he dips his head to breathe in the floral scent of your shampoo with a pleased groan that sounded more akin to a purr. When he looks up again, he finds you staring back at him. He gives you a loving smile laced with desire, one that you can’t help but return.
“How are you this pretty?” He coos in your ear, loving the way he can see the bashfulness take hold of you, the way your eyes drop from his, how he can feel your body shiver with happiness at his words. “Got the prettiest wife in the entire world,” he whispers and pulls you against him, relishing in the gasp you let out when you feel his hard on pressing into the swell of your ass.
The feeling of his hands stroking along the slopes of your hip has you trembling. You loved when he was like this; so kind, so sweet. The rest of the world wouldn’t believe you if you told them that Sheriff Lee Bodecker was whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But if you were honest, you didn’t need them to believe you, you just needed Lee. Thankfully, Lee was all yours, just like you were his.
“Let me take care a’ya, Babydoll,” he whispers softly into your ear before peppering kisses to your exposed neck. “Y’always take care of me… Let me make ya feel good…” he kisses his way back up to moan into your ear, “Babydoll, I can make you feel so good…”
You didn’t need any more convincing.
“Lee…” You sighed out, all sweet and soft and his for the taking. You can hear the smirk in his voice and see it painted on his face.
“That’s it, Baby,” he smiles and turns your head to face him with one warm palm. The feeling of his lips covering yours sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach, a pleased moan fluttering from your mouth and into Lee’s. He takes his time devouring your lips, his tongue playing with yours, dipping into your soft mouth to taste the minty bite of your toothpaste. A rumbling groan fills your ears and for a moment you think it’s thunder, but when you feel the vibration low in Lee’s wide chest, you melt at the realization.
The burn for air is the only reason you pull back from the searing kisses that leave your lips plump and slick with spit. Lee grunts as he takes in your appearance, your beauty only seems to enhance with the addition of your swollen lips. You clutch his tank top behind you in one hand and the other braces on top of the hand on your waist as his thick thumb strokes the length of your bottom lip, his face set in a calm yet lustful expression.
“I’m gonna to give you my fingers, you’re gonna watch yourself cum, in that mirror, right there,” he jerks his chin towards the mirror without breaking eye contact, his voice is deep and gravelly, “then m’gonna take you to bed an’ fuck you nice and deep, jus’ like you deserve.”
“Y-Yes, please,” you gasp out, your legs were nearly jelly already and he hadn’t done more than kiss you.
“Such good manners,” he praises and ruts his hips into you once on instinct, “always been my good girl.” You moan as the words leave his mouth, making him grin smugly, “yeah, I know, Princess.”
The feeling of his large right hand sliding down the front of your neck to grope your chest through your silky nightgown leaves an ungodly amount of goosebumps behind. He massages the flesh of your breast in unhurried handfuls, taking as much of your tender meat into his hand as possible. You sigh as he works your body, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. For the time being, Lee allows you to rest against him and look up at him. The intensity of his desire burns deep into your skin as he glares down at you, his breathing beginning to deepen as his hand gets more and more demanding.
“Oh!” You squeak when his thumb brushes against your stiff nipple, playing with the hardened peak through the fabric. Lee chuckles darkly at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Eyes on the mirror, Babydoll,” he grumbles and pinches your nipple between his index and thumb, earning another whimper from you.
You do as he says and turn your attention to your reflections. You can’t help but notice how perfect he looks behind you, wrapped around you, holding you. Lee was truly the perfect male specimen: handsome with crystal blue eyes, cherry lips, strong arms, thick, powerful legs, and a soft, cushion-y belly. He was like a fucking Greek God, created and sent to worship you.
“Look at yourself, Honey, not me,” he playfully scolds, having caught you staring at him. You give him a shy giggle and reluctantly turn your focus to yourself. Once you’re doing as he asked, Lee lets his fingers dance along the neckline of your sleeping dress while he brushes his nose along the curve of your neck, giving you teasing little bites. A slow brush of his hand pushes down the thin strap off your shoulder, exposing your breast to the chill of the bathroom.
“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” Lee moans mostly to himself, his hand immediately cupping the swell of your chest, enveloping it in his warm touch. The searing heat of his hand against your flesh had you shivering again, his other hand now ghosting up the side of your thigh. The short hem of your sleeping gown pushed higher and higher as Lee made his way to your core. He took his time, knowing that the longer he took the more you love it.
“Please,” you whimper just as he brushes the edge of your cotton underwear. You were thoroughly soaked ever since he kissed you, but with all his teasing, the tingling between your legs was nearly painful.
“Please, what, Sweetheart?” He hums in your ear and gives your nipple another pinch. You squirm in his hold and gasp.
“Touch me, Daddy,” you moan. Lee groans deep in his chest once more. He loves when you called him that. Thick fingers suddenly press against your center through the soaked cotton, petting you firmly just how you like. You watch in a trance as his hand cups your cunt.
“So fuckin’ wet for me, ain’t ya? Jus fuckin’ drippin’ all over me,” He growls in your ear, his fingers finding your covered clit and immediately drawing quick circles on it. You give him a shuddering moan of his name in response, your hips rutting into his fingers eagerly. The warning squeeze to your tit has your hips reluctantly stopping. “Stay still, let Daddy take care a’you.”
In one swift motion, Lee pushes off your panties, letting them pool at your ankles. He wastes no time dipping his fingers into your bare pussy, stroking your dripping petals. You both let out a pleased moan at the skin on skin contact, your body leaning back into the firmness of your husband for support. He grins and tilts you back, lifting your left leg with his hand under your thigh, pulling your dress up higher so you can see everything he’s doing to you.
“Would you look at that,” he moans and kisses along your jaw, both your eyes are focused on the way his thick fingers spread your inner lips, exposing your fluttering pussy to you both. You give him a broken moan and clench around nothing. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy in the whole world…” he growls in your ear, dipping his long middle finger into you.
“D-Daddy!” You whimper and clutch his arm tightly. You can hear Lee cooing in your ear, but your mind is overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick finger finally stretching you out. In and out, he gently pumps his digit into you, letting it your juices coat his hand. He sneaks his pointer finger in alongside his middle and speeds up ever so slightly.
“Oh, Princess, what a tight little pussy you have,” he grunts into the sweaty skin of your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the skin. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still always so tight.”
“Please! Faster, Lee, faster, oh my God!” You cry out, your hips wiggling as best they could in his hold. He doesn’t say a thing as he listens, his fingers now fucking into you at a heated pace, his palm grinding into your clit with each flick of his wrist. The relatively large bathroom echoes with the slick sounds of Lee’s fingers filling your cunt and your shared moans and grunts. You feel the grip Lee has on your leg tighten, pulling you open wider for him to play with you better, his fingers going deeper and deeper each time.
“Can feel ya fluttering around me, Princess,” he sighs and presses his cock into your ass, relieving some of the tension building within him. “Y’gonna cum for me? Y’gonna be my good little girl and cum all over my fingers?”
You try your best to nod, the pathetically sloppy movements of your head makes Lee want to laugh but he keeps his amusement to himself. You catch sight of the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You knew you were a mess, it was hard not to, you could see it right in front of you. Your nightgown was hanging off your shoulder, revealing only one of your breasts, your leg was hiked up and held by one of Lee’s rough hands, your head resting against his shoulder while he finger-fucked you closer and closer to your high.
The tension between your thighs grew and grew, Lee’s fingers expertly curling into your front wall, just the way you like it. You were done for.
This time he couldn’t hold back the pleased, throaty chuckle as you thrash in his arms and cum around his fingers. Your nails bite into the meat of his arm as you toss your head back, eyes shut tightly, a cry of your lover’s name falling from your lips. The feeling of your walls clenching down on his fingers has Lee’s hips rutting against you a little harder, his cock straining against the confines of his sleeping pants.
You whimper as you finally start to come down, the tingly feeling in your limbs makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Lee’s fingers milk your orgasm for as long as possible before slowly coming to a stop, his own hips ceasing their movements for the time being. A gentle kiss to your temple has your eyes peeling open to look up at Lee, who was gazing down at you tenderly. He gives you a small smile and another kiss to your temple before muttering a gentle ‘look.’
You turn your heavy head to look back at your reflections. Once Lee was certain you were watching, he slowly eased his cream covered fingers from your snatch. His touch was featherlight and gentle as he smeared your cum along your petals, shushing your little whines of sensitivity. He finally pulls his hand away from your sensitive cunt only to greedily suck them clean, his growls rumbling his chest behind you.
“Taste so sweet, Sugar,” he praises when he releases his fingers with a pop! “Y’look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum for me,” wet kisses are peppered along your neck and jaw, making you melt even further into him.
Lee sets your leg back to the floor with care and fixes your nightgown before turning you around to properly kiss you. The kiss is methodical, enough to let you know that he still wants you but gentle enough to not overwhelm you. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, his arms winding around your middle tightly as he lets you lead the kiss. The need for air pulls you apart, your lips not going far as they brush against each other.
“I believe you said something about taking me to bed, Mr. Bodecker?” You mumbled sensually against his parted lips. You feel Lee smirk just before his hands suddenly scoop you up and into his arms like he did when he brought you home on your wedding night.
“Yes, I did, Mrs. Bodecker.”
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Just For Us: Part III
Summary: Lee’s life is never dull, especially with you as his wife. Although, sometimes he can forget how big of a menace you can be.
Pairing: Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Warnings: Comedy, fluff, slight angst (but really not a lot, like trace amounts), kissing, sexual themes but no smut, pet names (Babydoll, baby, honey, etc.), Lee being a grumpy little baby, and soft!Lee Bodecker.
Word count: 893 (She’s short!)
A/N: I thought of this in the shower and thought it would be hilarious to add into the series. I liked writing this! This is my first comedic piece of writing and I honestly really like it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a telegram, you know the drill, babes!
Kisses 💋
—K
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“Lee, honey, talk to me,” you plead softly, “please?”
Lee’s shoulders tensed at the sound of your voice, it was the only indication that he heard you at all. He stood with his back to you as he stirred his early afternoon coffee, still refusing to talk to you. You gave a soft huff at his silence, but resigned to letting him have his space. The kitchen was otherwise noiseless, except for the gentle grating of the metal spoon against the ceramic coffee mug. He set the spoon down firmly, his hands resting on the counter in front of him.
“Do you understand why I’m mad?” He gritted out, his sudden firm voice startling you from your own cup of coffee.
“Yes, I do,” you nod understandingly and stand from your seat at the table, slowly moving to stand next to him. “And, you have every right to be upset with me.”
“I just-“ he sighs, rubbing his face with one hand before turning to look at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly, “I don’t like being laughed at.”
“I know, honey, neither do I,” you agree and rub his back, the movement brought Lee a level of comfort that he needed terribly. “But you have to admit, it was pretty funny.”
The early morning sun was dazzling, more radiant than Lee had ever seen it before in his life. He sat in bed as long as he could before the desire to get a closer look pulled him out of bed and out on to the porch. Cool morning air greeted him as he stood at the edge of the porch. Taking a deep breath in, Lee soaked up the calming rays quietly, thinking to himself ‘oh, this is the life.’
A twig breaking from the trees broke Lee’s silent moment to himself, his piercing eyes zeroing in on the source of the noise. A stag. Lee couldn’t help but gasp when he spotted the animal, the small intake of air was enough for the stag to lock eyes with Lee. Sprawling horns that were at least 6 feet across adorned the head of the stag. It was gorgeous. He was tempted to go wake you up so you could see it too, but the stag’s gaze kept him pinned to his spot. He was captivated. So captivated, that he didn’t hear you creep up behind him.
The next thing he knows, his sleeping pants are around his ankles, his knees in the breeze, and you’re laughing so hard barely any noise is coming out. Your laughter scares off the stag, and Lee watches as it runs back into the thick brush of trees. He quickly yanks up his sleeping pants, his face burning with embarrassment and his chest boiling with anger. He stomps back into your shared bedroom, grabbing his clothes and making a beeline for the shower.
“Oh, Lee, come on, don’t be mad,” you say through your fit of giggles, slowly calming down as you notice your husband’s anger.
“Lee!” You call out to him as the door to the bathroom slams with thundering force. He refused to speak to you for the rest of the morning.
“It was not funny!” He defended with a small whine to his voice, “I flashed that deer!”
“Honey, that deer didn’t know what he was lookin’ at! It was a deer!” You reasoned with a soft smile, fighting back any more laughter that threatened to escape you. He sighs, looking away as he replays this morning’s events over in his mind once more. Ok, maybe he was overreacting.
“It was a little funny,” Lee cracked a small smile, making you grin and giggle. “You’re a menace, you know that, right? A God damn minx.”
“There he is,” you chuckled when you saw his smile and gave Lee’s cheek a sweet peck, “my handsome man.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says bashfully and shakes his head, his face a light pink. He turns to kiss you properly, he didn’t kiss you good morning like he normally would, so the feeling of your plush lips on his had Lee sighing softly. You weren’t any better off, you practically melted on the spot when you felt his large hands cup your head and waist. God, you loved this man.
“I am sorry, Lee,” you whisper against his lips, your arms slinging around his neck to hold him as close as possible. The room was quickly heating with the rising tension between you two, your coffees long forgotten in favor of each other’s lips.
“I know, Babydoll, I forgive you,” he whispers back before diving in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. The way he pulled you into him with much more force than normal told you that he was already planning something. Your lungs burn as he holds you firmly in the kiss, a hand on the back of your head keeps you pinned in place. He releases your lips when the need for air is almost desperate, both of you panting and gasping for air. The playful glint in his eyes gave way to a darker glare, one that you were very familiar with. He licked his lips and gave you a wolfish grin.
“If you think m’not gonna punish you for your little joke, you’ve got another thing comin’, girl.”
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Just today i saw that Chris Evans was supposed to play Lee bodecker. I don't know how to feel about this. But i like Sebastian's Lee and i want him to crush me under his weight
It wouldn't have the same vibes. Would be a whole different man, entirely.
He ate this role up. No crumbs.
Sexy. Scary. Powerful. All the things I love in a (fictional) man.
Lee Bodecker is so ungodly sexy, it hurts. He oozes "I can fuck you good, darlin', you just know I can" vibes. He seems like a great cuddler too. I think he's got a soft streak along with his mean streak. Lee loves kissing. He's a slut for a good makeout session, he adores stuffing his tongue down your throat or when you shove yours down his throat. He likes it messy and hot and heavy. But he's also a softie. If you're in a relationship, he's in. Obsessed and infatuated and wrapped around your finger, all that he asks is that you're down for him just as bad.
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I have a need.
For this man.
Heavy make out sessions when he picks you up for his night shift, sweet pecks before he heads out for work, holding hands while going for a stroll after dinner on date night, laying on the couch while reading your books, straightening his tie and Sheriff's star for him, random bundles of flowers because he was thinking of you, him sweet talkin' you when he's annoyed you, slow dancing in the living room, giving him head when he's making coffee just to make him late, fucking on the kitchen table when he gets home all riled up, waking up to his head between your legs or his cock filling you up, riding him so good he makes those deep throaty moans that he can't control, him plowing you from behind so good the bed breaks, handcuffing him to the bed and riding his face, tender loving cuddles as you both fall asleep, having groggy, soft sex the morning after.
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Telling Lee to lay back for you so you can "take care of him like he deserves." Lee is intrigued and happily letting you push him back on to the mattress. He definitely has a hard time following your instructions, especially the part about keeping his hands to himself for a bit, that he doesn't like. Plus Lee Bodecker loves a challenge, that's why he married you— you didn't melt and curl up at his feet immediately like all the other women he's dated. No no, you brought him to his knees, showed him how much power you have over him, and how perfect a strong woman was for him, how perfect you are for him.
So, he lays on his back and let's you do whatever you fucking want to him.
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What kind of dresses does Sheriff Daddy like to see his wife wear? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
Sheriff Bodecker would love to see you in whatever you feel the best in. But he does have a few faves 😈
He is in love with your wiggle dress. The way it makes your ass look so plump and spankable, he just— he goes crazy for it every time you wear it for date night. He's also a fan of the mini skirt, which is surprising, but onky if you wear the super short ones at home and the more modest ones out with some nylons or thigh highs with it. He also thinks matching sets are pretty cute, and has helped pick one or two out for you on occasion. He also loves when you wear pants. But thats not the point hehe
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Lowkey curious how you'd style Lee Bodecker :) I'm so uncreative, I can't imagine him outside of his uniform👀
Oooo I'd love to gove you a visual
Think Charles Blackwood but a little more rugged. He likes basic, simple prints and colors with the exception of some items in his wardrobe.
Lee on the weekend:
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Oh K, you know I always have thoughts about our Sheriff. Imagine visiting him during his lunch break because he sounded so stressed on the phone earlier. You know this is risky, but you can’t help the excitement you feel as you walk into the station wearing your knee length coat with nothing underneath. Knocking on the door, you make your way into his office, and when he smiles and asks what you’re doing there. You open up your coat, and tell him you just wanted to bring him a little treat.
Well well well 😈 he would be.... interested, to say the least.
"Gotta keep quiet, Sweetheart, can't let my deputies know what we're doin' in here," he rasped against the curve of your neck, his large hand held your moans in your mouth, the other pulls you into each of his rushed, punishing thrusts. "God, what would everyone think if they saw you like this? Show up to the office in nothin' but your coat, bending over and fucking begging me to fuck your brains out— like a common whore, meant for spreading these pretty legs for me, that's all, isn't it, Princess?"
You tried your best to nod, your walls fluttering around his cock as it plunges deeper and deeper into your cunt. Your grip on his desk tightens as he speeds up, his end catching up with him.
"Oh, God, you're such a good fucking bitch for me, sweetheart, always so good, now you're gonna take my cum and you're gonna fucking walk outta here with it dripping outta this pussy, you hear me?"
"Yes!" You whimper from behind his palm, your hips grinding back against his eagerly. You loved when Lee came, he always made the sexiest noises, even when he was trying to be quiet.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" He groans through gritted teeth as he finally cums, his body shaking and jerking as he milks himself into you. You moan softly as you follow him over the edge, the feeling of you coming around him has Lee whimpering in your ear, his jaw dropped wide as he gasps. You both writhe together, working each other through the crests of pleasure until you both lull to a stop. You slap Lee's hand away from your mouth, and he releases you with a quiet 'sorry'.
"So... feeling better, Sheriff Bodecker?" You ask with a pleased smile as he kisses the slope of your shoulder. He hums and caresses your body softly.
"Mm, muuuuch better, Mrs. Bodecker, thank you," he mumbles with a smug smile before kissing your lips softly. When you move to grab some tissues to clean yourself, he's quick to stop you. "Now now, that's not what we agreed on doing, Mrs. Bodecker."
You give him a playful glare and pull on your coat, pressing a kiss to his lips, you start the walk home with the reminder of yours and Lee's lunch date sticking to your thighs.
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Okay, how does our favorite Sheriff react when the absolute literally embodiment of sunshine walks into his station. She’s brand new to town and found a poor hurt puppy stranded on the side of the road and didn’t know where else to take him. She’s so worried about the dog and so thankful when Lee is able to get the dog to the local vet. She just smiles up at him with tears in her eyes.
Aaaah! Ok hehe I'm excited to write this one!
God, he's so hot.
The day was cold, even for the county Sheriff who normally ran a little hot. The cloudy overcast skies did nothing to brighten the day for the rest of the officers in the station. Lee had a rough night, a lot more drunk and disorderlies were on the loose than normal. So rolling into the office at 8am sharp made him less than cheerful. He watched the clock tick away on the wall, thankful that it was nearly quitting time and he'd be able to go home and drink himself to sleep—I've earned it, he thinks.
"Hello?" A sweet voice calls out to him, the melodic sound pulls him out of his seat and towards the unusually empty bull pen. And there you were, standing with a small golden puppy in your arms. Even with the worried look distorting your gorgeous face, Lee swears he's never seen a woman more beautiful than you. The light yellow dress you wore under your thicker wool coat hugged your body sweetly, it made his body burn with attraction. "Sheriff?"
Your voice snaps him out of his daze. He closes his mouth that hung open, he clears his throat and nods. "Yes, Ma'am. How can I help you?"
"I found this puppy down by Wilbur road, I think he's hurt awful bad," your voice is strained with worry and your eyes gleam with unshed tears. His eyebrows furrow at your distress, it was then that he was certain he'd do anything to make you feel better.
"Let me have a look at 'im, Darlin'," he says soothingly. You step closer, taking in his oaky cologne, the scent calming you down considerably. He stand close, checking out the pup in your arms. "Yeah, he's been beat up pretty bad. We should get him to the vet to see what they can do for 'im."
You almost miss his words, you were taken by the rugged beauty of a man before you. His piercing blue eyes made you want to blush like a school girl, and his pink lips made your own itch to kiss his. But when the little thing in your hold let out a pained whine, it brought you back to reality. Lee drove you both to the vet, he even sat in on the appointment with you. He took the time you spent waiting to talk to you, asking you where you're from, where you work, and why a pretty thing like you would want to live in a little backwater town like Knockemstiff.
"He's just a bit bruised and scuffed up, nothing broken. He should be perfectly fine in about a month or 2," the vet interrupts. You gather the sleepy pup in your arms, tucking him into your oversized coat as Lee leads you back to his cruiser.
"I can't thank you enough, Sheriff," you say as he parks in front of your house.
"It's no trouble at all, Darlin', just doin' my job," he says with a boyish smile.
"No, really, Lee," you say with a warm but watery smile, your gaze fixed on his in a meaningful stare, "thank you so much."
Lee swallows the lump of saliva in his throat, his face heating at your lovely gaze. "You're welcome, Sweetheart."
You give him one last smile before stepping out of his cruiser, waving goodbye as you shut the door and head inside. Once he's sure you're inside, he lets out the breath he didnt know he'd been holding. A wide grin finds it's way across the stoney Sheriff's face, there was a giddiness to his step as he walked back into the station, and a warmth in his belly. The cold didn't bother him anymore.
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Anything: Day V
Summary: You just want to have a lazy day in bed and a nice, relaxing picnic with your husband. After all, you need the rest. ;)
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x female!Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY(MINORS DNI), oral sex (m and f receiving), face fucking, Lee wears reading glasses, exhibition kink, food play, Lee’s filthy mouth and southern accent. I think that’s everything...
Word count: 4.4k exactly!
A/N: Thank you @slothspaghettiwrites for letting me use the photo of Lee with the glasses!! It’s just *chef’s kiss* This took a while for me to write but at least I got it done! Slow and steady wins the race. I feel good about it, too. I hope you enjoy Day 5! Let me know what you think, ask to be on the tag list, leave a comment, reblog, send me an anon or an ask, a carrier pigeon, telegram, what have you! I love you all so, so much, just as you are, and as you will be!
Kisses 💋
—K
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You were certain that your body was made of lead. The peaceful retreat of sleep giving way to a sore reality, your bones ached and the apex of your thighs crying in a tender pain from Lee’s passionate assault. A groggy groan bubbled in your chest as you peeled your eyes open. The sun was higher in the sky than normal, your fatigue keeping you under a sleepy spell far longer than you thought it would. Lee stirred as you begun to wake up, his body draped across yours protectively, his warm soft body a welcomed barrier to the chilly morning air. He grumbled a greeting as he stiffly lifted his head, his own body sore to the touch.
“God damn, Princess,” he mumbles more to himself as he stretches, wincing at the stinging in his muscles. You hum in agreement, a sleepy pout on your lips, as much as you loved getting the daylights fucked out of you, you hated being sore.
“I’m sore,” you whine tiredly, turning to search for Lee’s warm body, your head tucking into the crook of his neck.
“That means Daddy did his job,” he growls affectionately in your ear before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, his hand rubbing up and down the length of your spine. You hum with a smile, the events of yesterday replaying in your mind. Pulling your face from the safety of his neck, you grin up at him.
“Damn straight, you did, Daddy,” you practically moan to him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. Lee feels his chest swell with pride, a gloating moan rumbles deep in his throat, he really couldn’t help it. You made him feel like a king.
When you pull back from the sweet kiss, he sighs contently. He rests back into his pillow, eyes slipping shut once more, his hands wandering your frame with no intention other than to just touch, subconsciously making sure that you’re real.
“What’s on today’s agenda, Princess?” He asks, his mind racing with possible ideas or surprises that you could have hidden up your sleeve. If this week taught Lee anything, it was that you were full of surprises. You bring a heavy hand to gently cradle his cheek, idly playing with the short hair along the side of his head.
“Hmmm, I was thinking we’d take it easy today. Stay in bed, let you get some rest, then maybe go to the park for a picnic. What do you think?”
“Mmmm that sounds lovely, Angel,” he says with a tired smile, Lee felt like he ran a marathon with bricks on his back, he wasn’t about to pass up a chance to stay in bed all day with his woman. You pecked the tip of his nose, yawning one more time before retreating to the comfort of his chest.
“Good, then I propose a nap to celebrate,” you yawn, pulling the blankets back around you both, settling in for a mid morning nap. There truly couldn’t be anything you needed more than a nap.
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When you opened your eyes for the second time that day, you were greeted with a sight that never failed to have slick pouring out of you. Lee was still shirtless and leaning up against the headboard, his black browline reading glasses that he seldom wears perched on the bridge of his nose as his cerulean eyes danced around the pages of the book in his hands. His eyebrows were furrowed slightly as he read, face set in concentration, clearly engrossed in whatever events were transpiring in the novel, those sweet lips barely moving as he mouthed the words to himself as he turned a page. There was something about watching him read that always did it for you. Maybe it was the fact that he finally wears his reading glasses, maybe the way he seemed to get invested in the stories so intensely that it’s all he wants to talk about, maybe it’s the way the words roll off his tongue when he reads to you in his velvety voice. Whatever it was, it made you squirm with need despite the fresh soreness in your core.
“What’re you reading, handsome?” You ask with a sly smile. Lee’s head snaps over to look at you, smiling bashfully at being startled.
“It’s this book called ‘And Then There Were None.’ It’s about these people that get stuck on an island and someone is killin’ em off one by one,” he says as his eyes return to the pages, he was eager to get back to the story. You chuckle and nod, propping your head up on your elbow.
“Read it to me,” you request softly, petting his thigh under the blankets. He sighs as he begins to read the new paragraph, not bothering to go back to the very beginning. You listen as he reads each sentence, his thick southern accent changing the words ever so slightly. Your hand still innocently rubbing his thigh, creeping a little higher every few minutes to keep Lee from noticing.
You slide closer and closer as you begin to dip lower on his body, Lee’s attention being pulled from the words on the page. He keeps reading, thinking you’re just getting comfortable in bed, you smirk as you take your place between his legs, your breasts pressing against his bare, softened member. Lee shivers at the feeling of your plush flesh pressing into him, your hands still stroking his thighs, the words of the novel dying on his tongue with a gasp.
“What are you doing?” He whispers, the blood rushing straight to his cock when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes, tits caressing his privates with each breath you take.
“Keep reading,” is all you say, your voice sultry and steady, it had Lee gulping and lifting the book back into place to resume reading. Only when he continues reading do you begin to pepper kisses across his belly, gently nipping at the tender flesh from time to time just to hear him stutter through a sentence. You feel his cock stiffening, you always loved how responsive Lee is for you, your mouth slowly works its way south. Settling lower, your legs tucked underneath you, you push at Lee’s thick thighs, exposing more of him to you, the pale white skin warm under your fingers as you teasingly caress them. Lee keeps reading, his pace slightly quicker than before, his chest rising and falling as your touches get closer and closer to the spot he needs you most.
“Armstrong was rememberin’ now. The Seton case! The verdict had come as a great surprise…” Lee’s voice dwindled as your kisses began to trail up the sensitive skin of his left inner thigh. You noticed that he had stopped and suddenly sank your teeth into the patch of skin you’d just kissed. Lee hissed at the bite, his body jumping in shock, but the feeling of your soft lips soothing the sharp sting had him spreading his legs even further with a shuddered breath.
“I didn’t say stop, now, did I?” You teased as you licked at the bite mark, grinning to yourself when his hips instinctively searched for your hot mouth.
“A-Armstrong was rememberin’ no—“
“Y’already read that part,” you interrupted, mumbling against his skin, your lips getting closer and closer to his now fully hard cock.
“He had met Matthews, KC on one of the days of the trial dinin’ at a restaurant. Matthews had been— Oh, fuck!” Your lips suddenly attached to the apex of his left thigh, sucking a deep purple hickie into his pale skin, his thighs jumping in excitement as your tongue laps at the bruising mark. Lee peeked over the top of the book, his free hand coming to your head, his fingers weaving through your hair, massaging your scalp. You looked up at him, smiling coyly as your lips ghost over the throbbing bruise, Lee’s breathing was heavier now, his cock painfully hard as it rests against the swell of his belly. You raise your eyebrows up at him expectingly, silently prompting him to continue.
“Matthews had been confident. ‘Not a doubt of the verdict. Acquittal practically certain.’ And then afterwards he had heard comments: ‘Judge was dead against him. Turned the jury right round and they brought him in guilty’…” Lee droned on, his voice getting huskier with each word that passed his lips. You take his sack into your mouth, humming when Lee’s words falter but don’t stop. “All th-these memories rushed through the doctor’s mind. Before he could consider the wisdom— fuck!— the wisdom of the question he had asked impulsively: ‘Did you know Seton at all? I mean previous to the case.’”
Your tongue swirls sinfully across the skin of his balls, hollowing your cheeks, you suck powerfully, relishing in the heady scent that fills your nose and the distinct flavor of Lee’s skin on your tongue. His hand grips your hair strongly, his head tipping back as you bring a hand to rub his cock, petting the thick vein along the underside of his cock softly.
“Princess, please,” he gasps when you release him with a lewd ‘pop.’ You take pity on the panting sheriff, licking a fat stripe up the underside of his cock. As your tongue slowly glides across his shaft Lee lets out a pleased groan, his head resting against the headboard, basking in the pleasure that washes over him. This time he continues without having to be told, his mind struggling to focus on the page, your soft lips pressing soft kisses to his shaft turns his brain to mush, you loved how each time you touched him his breathing hitched in his throat.
“The hooded reptilian eyes met his. In a clear cold voice the judge said: ‘I knew nothing of Seton previous to the case.’ Armstrong said to himself: ‘the fella’s lyin’— I know he’s lyi— Oh, God!!” Lee bellowed as you suddenly took him into your mouth, his cock gliding easily into the tight heat of your throat, your nose grazing the rough patch of hair at the base of his cock. He tossed the book to the floor, both hands gripping your hair as his head fell backwards, his hips grinding into your mouth with sinful rolls, his meaty legs stretched out straight, pleasure pulling his body taught. You felt that familiar dull ache at the hinge of your jaw, but you lived for it, especially when it made Lee desperate like this. You hummed around him as his hands guide your head to meet his movements eagerly, you breathed through your nose expertly as you swallow around his cock.
“Oh my fuckin’ God, Princess, thas it, thas it—shit!—do that again!” He cried.
His face was pinched in ecstasy as you swallowed around him once more, your throat constricting around Lee’s length perfectly, his eyes shut tight, the browline glasses still resting on the bridge of his nose, jaw falling open as another toe-curling wave of pleasure crashes down on him. Each grind has Lee’s grip on your hair tightening, his blunt nails scraping across your scalp.
“Let me fuck that pretty face, baby, c’mon, lemme fuck your face,” he muttered reverently, his eyes finding yours as his hips begin to thrust. Lee sees how your eyes glaze over and immediately knew you were loving this as much as he was, your mouth relaxing to allow him to take control.
“Good girl, fuck, such a good girl,” he curses with a growl, your hands wandering up and down his thighs as his balls slap against your chin in perfect rhythm. “Y’got such a sweet fuckin’ mouth, Princess, God, almost feels as good as that tight pussy…”
Your eyes roll back into your head with a moan when he starts talking, his filthy words only adding to the dripping wetness between your thighs, you can’t help but rub your legs together in hopes of relieving the throbbing ache in your core. Lee smirks when he sees you fidgeting, he loves watching you squirm.
“Y’like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth, Princess?” He huffs out a breathy laugh when you try to nod, a small garbled moan muffled by his length, “Yeah, I know you do, can see you dyin’ to rub that sweet little cunt on somethin’, jus fuckin’ love suckin’ my cock, don’t ya?”
You feel his girth pulsate with his heartbeat, his high creeping up on his quicker with each frantic thrust into your throat. You look up at your husband, your eyes locked on his, the fire burning behind the beautiful blue irises more prominent than ever. Holding his gaze, your hands come to his hips, pulling him deeper and deeper into your throat. You hear him whisper hushed curses to himself, a breathless ‘gonna cum’ falling from his mouth as he finally releases, his whole body stilling, pleasure pulling his muscles taught once more. You feel his hot seed coating your esophagus, the sensation oddly comforting, it makes your eyes flutter happily as you gulp him down before pressing a sweet kiss to his now soft cock.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, darlin’, what was that about?” Lee asks as he comes down, his limbs completely jelly now in his post-orgasmic haze.
“You look handsome with your glasses on,” you say with a casual shrug, chuckling at the slightly stunned sheriff.
“Y’milked me dry jus cause I wore my glasses?” He speaks slowly, you nod and peck his tummy, “Jesus, I guess I better start wearing the fuckers then,” he joked.
“Oh, please do. You’d be doing us all a service.”
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The late afternoon was perfect for a picnic. The sun was lower in the sky, the dry heat of high noon had finally simmered down as the cool of the evening began to arrive. A soft breeze from the near by lake made the air light and refreshing. Piling your blankets and baskets into the cruiser, you and Lee set off for the park. Not many people were at the park, save for the occasional biker or pedestrian, but they were few and far in between.
“Ain’t this such a pretty view?” You ask as Lee spread out the picnic blanket for the two of you. The sun had painted the ivory clouds a golden hue of orange, streaks of blue still meandering through the sky as dusk approached. The water of the lake rippled gently with the breeze, acting as a distorted mirror of the heavens above, trimmed with lush trees with leaves of green and yellow. You could never get over how pretty the world can be, and Lee admired you for it. He always loved how you could see the best in the world, the best in humanity, the best in him.
“It’s got nothin’ on you, Princess, but that sure is pretty,” he spoke as he came to stand next to you, an arm around your waist pulls you into his side softly. A calm silence takes you both for a moment as you just look out into the natural beauty of the Ohio landscape. You smile placidly and take a deep breath, trying to take in as much of the woodsy smell as you can before sighing it all out.
“Let’s eat,” you say with the same content smile, taking Lee’s hand and walking towards the little camp he set up for you. You both take a seat, Lee smooths out the skirt of your dress over your knee, mumbling something about not wanting you to get cold. As you unpack the food basket, Lee tells you about the book he was reading this morning, filling you in on all the parts you missed. You listen to him prattle on about the theories of who he thinks did it, who he thinks is next and why. You eat your dinner in peace, smiling and waving at the very few people who passed by on their evening walk.
“Y’ready for dessert, Sheriff?” You asked with a small smirk, Lee perks up when he hears the playful edge in your voice.
“‘Course I am, sweetheart,” he responds smoothly, he didn’t know what you were giddy about, but he was intrigued to see what you had planned. When you brought out a small container of strawberries, chocolate sauce, and a can of whipped cream, he felt that familiar fire light in the pit of his tummy.
“Oh?” He quirks an eyebrow at you, naturally giving the walkway a quick scan to make sure no one is around as you opened all the containers. There was no one around, the trail now abandoned, Lee mentally thanked you for picking a spot that’s slightly concealed by the high grass. “Here?” He asked softly, his eyes smoldering, the flickers of lust burned against the cool blues of his irises.
“Mmhm,” you nodded, biting your lip as you picked up a plump strawberry and brought it to Lee’s lips. He spared the berry a glance before returning his eyes to yours, leaning in, his mouth taking in the fruit before slowly sinking his teeth into its flesh. Your eyes zero in on the way his unfairly soft lips met the red fruit, the juices dripping down your fingers, a deep, quiet groan rumbles in his chest. Lee watches the way your face morphs, subtle tells revealing your desire to him; your pupils dilated, eyelids sliding lower over your beautiful eyes, the soft hitch your breathing when he bites down into the fruit, your mouth slightly agape as you begin to pant, your heart rate picking up. Lee fought the smirk as he pulled back, licking the sweet juice from his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours for a moment. “Good?” You ask in a breathless voice, the voice never ceases to make Lee hard.
He remembers the first time he heard you speak like that; it was just before he kissed you for the first time. It took everything in him not to fuck you in the back of his cruiser right then and there. Lee nods in response to your question. “Try some, darlin’…”
Lee takes another bite of the strawberry and suddenly smashes his lips against yours, his strong tongue pries the seam of your lips open, gently passing the unchewed morsel into your mouth. You instinctively chew the strawberry, your lips still moving against Lee’s, a soft whimper leaves you at the sweet taste of the berry and the passionate kisses Lee gives you. Your head spins ever so slightly, the sweet aromas of the earth around you, the berries on your tongue, and the delicate kiss on your lips sends your mind reeling in pleasure filled clouds. Lee releases your lips, his nose brushing against yours.
“What d’ya think, Princess?” His low voice mumbles, sending a shiver through you.
“I-It’s good…” you stutter out, feeling shy for the first time this week, you blame the way he’s looking at you like you’re the most delectable thing he’s ever seen and the very public setting of such a heated moment.
“Yeah? You want more?” He nips at your lip softly, knowing that you’re slowly melting for him, god, you’re probably already dripping for him. He swipes his tongue along his bottom lips once more at the thought. You gulp quietly, not knowing if he’s talking about the kisses or the strawberries, either way, hell yeah, you want more. You nod softly. “Use your words, Princess, tell Daddy what you want…”
You shiver again, he never called himself ‘Daddy’ outside the house before. You felt his arms close in around you, your body naturally leaning back, his sturdy frame hovering just above you as he pulled you against him.
“I…I want more… please?” Your voice had lowered to a faint whisper, Lee always had that power over you, you looked up at him, eyes glassy with desire, the setting sun glowing in the far off horizon made you look like an angel. Lee surged forward the moment the plea left your tongue, his mouth moving against yours eagerly, he didn’t want to spend too much time out here and risk being caught. The thought of someone walking by had Lee pushing you flat on your back with a lot more vigor than anticipated, his body taking its place on top of yours. Greedy hands pulled at your thighs, making you spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between them, your skirt that he had smoothed down now salaciously bunching up at your waist.
Lee blindly felt around for one of the bowls, his two fingers dipping into the whipped cream. He pulled his lips from yours only to bring his cream covered fingers to your mouth.
“Here, Princess,” he groaned at the way you instinctively began to suckle on his fingers, your tongue swirling around each thick digit with expert precision, his mind flooded with memories of your sinful mouth working him over. “Gotta reward ya for being so good for me this mornin’, lettin’ me fuck that sweet throat of yours,” he growled.
He plucked his fingers from your mouth, and pushed your skirt up even higher, his body shifting to lay between your thighs. You gasped and looked up at the fair, cloudy sky as Lee made quick work of your panties, stuffing the wet garment into the pocket of his trousers, you knew he’d keep them for when he’s on his late night patrols. Kissing a trail up your left thigh, Lee breathes in deep, the intoxicatingly sweet aroma of your arousal fills his senses, his cock straining against the front of his trousers with need. Not enough time for that, he told himself and brought his lips to your pussy. He gently kisses your wet lips, knowing how much you love when he does that, the loving teasing always made you squirm.
Soon he dips his tongue out to swipe lightly along your clit, his clean hand coming to your mound, gently pulling the flesh back to reveal more of your sensitive nub to his tongue. The sensation of his quick licks has you moaning a little too loud for Lee’s liking, his fingers dipping back into the whipped cream before stuffing them into your mouth, muffling your moans as he begins to eat you with more and more enthusiasm. You grip his wrist tightly, hoping that it will help ground you, your thighs tremble around his head as he teases his tongue along your quivering hole, the action making you buck your hips in need, a soft mumble of ‘please’ is all Lee needs to suddenly bury his tongue into your heat. Your eyes roll back as he spears into you, his nose bumping into your clit in precise and deliberate movements, his lips latching to your most sensitive flesh passionately.
The world around you spins even more when the filthy grunts Lee lets out vibrates through your core, each noise sends you closer and closer to your edge, the tension that builds within your body growing tighter and tighter. A smirk quirks at the corners of Lee’s lips when you begin to hump his face, your little whines and whimpers effectively being muted by his fingers that pump in and out of your mouth at a steady pace. One of your hands slide down to grip the back of his head, your nails scratching his scalp as you lose yourself in the pleasures that he offers you. He shakes his head from side to side, forcing himself deeper into your sweet cunt, he was set on devouring you, his fingers slipping out from your mouth to frantically dip themselves into one of the sauces. Gasping for air, you gaze up at the sky once more, noticing the darkness of night beginning to descend, the sun below the tree line now.
The sweet taste of chocolate fills your mouth when his thick fingers slide back into your mouth, bringing your attention back to the man feasting at the honey between your legs like a madman. You whine at the loss of his tongue but groan throatily when two clean fingers stretch you open, his mouth latching on to your clit to suck powerfully, your hips grinding down with more need than ever before. Unending slurs of curses, pleas, Lee’s name, and unintelligible mumbles tumble out of your stuffed mouth, drool sliding down the sides of your face as Lee takes you apart.
“C’mon, Princess, cum all ova’ my face,” he growls, his eyes looking harsh and determined as you teeter on the ledge. The world around you is filled with the sound of your harsh breathing, the distinct wet clapping sound of Lee’s fingers driving into your cunt, and the subtle chirping of the grasshoppers. Your legs shake and clamp around his head as your orgasm finally sweeps over you, Lee’s hand moving to cover your mouth with his palm, silencing the scream that you let out. A heavy thumping fills your ears as your limbs shake, back arching off the blanket, Lee’s mouth still working you through your high, fingers still fucking you eagerly, loving the way your release squirts with each pump, the blanket beneath you soaked through.
Lee’s voice finally cuts through the blood rushing in your ears, praises and loving groans pass his lips, sweet kisses trailing up and down your quivering pussy as his fingers slow down. You bring a heavy hand to push his hand away from your mouth, the need for air taking over, you gulp down lungful after lungful.
“Oh, God, Lee,” you pant out, your legs feeling like jelly as he kisses your thighs, his chin and shirt covered in your cum. You blush at the sight, but don’t look away. You force yourself up on your elbows as Lee straightens out your skirt once more, not bothering to wipe his mouth when he claims your mouth with his once more. You hum at the taste of yourself, Lee’s large hand cradling your head tenderly.
“You ready to go home, now, Princess?” He whispers with a small smile when he sees the tiredness in your eyes. You nod and smile back at him.
“Yeah… I gotta say, that was one hell of a picnic.”
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I Can’t Believe That You’re in Love With Me
Summary: You can’t sleep, so Lee decides to stay up with you for a while.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader
Word Count: 812
Warnings: Heart stopping fluff, soft! Lee, Lee calls reader “Princess,” the name “daddy” is said once
A/N: Hey, kids! I have a thing for slow dancing and 1930s and 40s love songs. The whole time I was writing this I was dying of cuteness overload. I hope you like it!!! I suggest you listen to the song this fic is based on while reading, it just adds to the ✨ambiance✨
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lB4UIBxbyA
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The dark blanket of night hung over the little town of Mead, shrouding the town in a sleepy hush. Gazing out the window at the quiet darkened woods that surrounded your home, you stared at the tall trees illuminated by the full moon hanging above the horizon. You loved the view from your living room. The window seemed to frame the world outside perfectly, just for you. The ticking of the clock pulls your eyes away from the star filled sky. The clock strikes midnight. The slight chill that fills the house makes you cling to the thin teal silk of your robe. You hear the subtle creaking of the floorboards behind you before you feel Lee’s large warm hands touch your shoulders.
“What are ya doin’ up so late, Princess?” He asks quietly, his voice gravelly from his previous sleepy state, tone laced with slight concern, “D’you feel sick?”
You shake your head gently, taking one of his hands in yours, “no, I’m ok. Just couldn’t sleep, is all.”
Your voice is just as quiet as his, wanting him to hold on to sleep. He leans down ever so slightly to rest his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping themselves around you.
“You should get back to bed, you got a shift in the morning,” you chuckled softly, “and I don’t think the guys at the station want to deal with a grumpy sheriff.”
Lee smiled tiredly at your joke, “I’ll be fine, Sweetheart. That’s why they invented coffee; to keep sheriffs awake after they stay up all night with their wives.”
With a smile on your faces, you both stand at the window looking at the wide expanse of stars that lay above you. Some time passes, whether it be 5 minutes or an hour, you couldn’t tell. The moon had risen higher in the sky, casting blue ribbons of light across the dark living room floor. Lee’s hold on your body is gentle, and a slow sway begins to move you both.
It’s another few moments before he lifts his head from its comfortable spot on your shoulder. “Dance with me?” he whispers against your ear.
You nod and turn in his arms, finally facing him. Lee’s grey undershirt shirt drapes over his torso comfortably, matching perfectly with the navy blue sleeping pants he loves to wear. He presses a kiss to your forehead before moving to turn on the record player. Your favorite album already on the turntable. Lee always said the 40’s had the best love songs, and he was right. Placing the needle on the record, soft romantic music pours from the speakers. Taking your right hand in his left, he pulls you close together.
Your left hand finds natural purchase on his shoulder while his other hand holds the small of your back. Chest to chest, you begin to dance. Slow, patient movements glide you around the living room. His icy blue eyes gaze down at you with a type of warmth reserved for only you. Offering him a small smile which he returns, you tuck your head to his shoulder, listening to Bing Crosby croon out a sweet melodies. Your temple pressed sweetly to his, you hear Lee begin to hum along, mumbling the words into your ear.
I have always placed you far above me, I just can’t imagine that you love me,
And after all is said and done, to think that I’m the lucky one,
I can’t believe that you’re in love with me.
You chime in, singing gently into Lee’s ear. As the song finishes, the record comes to a stop and so do you. Bringing you hand to his lips, Lee presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Let’s go to bed, Princess,” he says and presses another kiss to your temple.
You pull back to look up at him, hand cradling his clean shaved cheek. Tip toeing just a bit, you press your soft lips to Lee’s. The kiss is innocent and loving, you have all the time in the world after all. You sigh at the content feeling that washes over you, loving how his lips seem to fit flawlessly against yours.
“Alright,” is your simple response, your lips still touching as you speak. You spend a few more moments simply kissing each other before he pulls back, lips pink and slick with spit.
Neither of you say another word, you silently walk back to your shared room holding hands. Once you’re both nestled under the layers of sheets and blankets, Lee drapes an arm over your side comfortably. The sleep that had evaded you begins to return, your eyelids heavy and your breathing evening out.
“G’night, Daddy,” you whisper to your equally sleepy husband.
“Goodnight, Princess,” he replies from behind you.
Your eyes begin to flutter shut, a content slumber of warmth and pleasant dreams finally takes over your body. And you sleep.
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