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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Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )
P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅
Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).
TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).
Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,
"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."
Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,
"Umm little girl?"
"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.
"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.
You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.
"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.
Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:
"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"
Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:
"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.
You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.
"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.
"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled
"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.
"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.
"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.
"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.
"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.
6 months later:
"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.
"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.
"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.
Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.
"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.
"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.
"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.
"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.
When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.
Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:
"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.
"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."
"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.
"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.
"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'
"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.
"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.
You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.
1 year later
You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):
"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.
"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.
You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:
One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:
"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible
"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.
"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.
"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.
"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.
"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.
"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.
"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.
"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.
"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.
You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.
"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.
"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.
Willard carries an engagement ring in his wallet every day since your first date.
It was no secret he wanted to get married to you, you were his world; but tales of ex-military men from your friends had driven a wedge between your love for willard, and your fear of being left by said man. You’d always been told that military men never stayed in one place, the devil would never let them, that’s why the go and fight in wars, to fill that devil’s desire- but when they came back, there was no predicting what they would do.
Willard always hinted at marriage. But he never crossed that line to your discomfort. He knew it wouldn’t be fair. He made sure to be safe when having any sort of sexual relations with you, knowing the only thing worse than marriage was a baby out of wedlock. Other than sleeping before marriage, of course.
It was against the lords desires. So you both promised to keep it as pure and secretive as possible, leaving judgement only to God Himself.
But accidents happen, of course.
It was an accident, a complete and total accident, and as soon as Willard finished, your eyes flew open and his head dropped in shame, and you crawled away from him in a freak panic. And willard, bless him, tried to relax you, promise you that everything would be okay, he didn’t mean it and he would never do anything like that on purpose.
“It’s… it’s not that,” you wailed, clutching the blankets and shivering at the unfamiliar feeling of his sticky cum dripping from your walls.
“Then what is it, sugar?”
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, shaking from your soul wracking sobs and being embarrassed about your own meltdown. “I wanted our wedding night to be your first time… finishing, inside of me.”
He wants to laugh. Well, part of him does, anyways. He wants to laugh and hold you close and promise you that your wedding night would be very different from having sex in his room at his parents house, under a Jesus cross with the lord watching over you both, even though both of his parents surely could hear you both night after night.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he rises from the bed and retrieves his pants from across the room, grabbing his wallet and taking his place before you on the bed.
“It’s not our wedding night,” he mumbles, taking out the ring and licking his lips as your eyes widen and the heart wrenching frown on your face turns to one of shock. He chuckles again, “and this really isn’t how I wanted to do this. But… perhaps the possibility of a child and an engagement is celebration enough to justify my foolish mistake.”
You just launch yourself at him, crying “yes! Yes!” over and over again, unable to believe the turn of events of the night.
Willard carried an engagement ring in his wallet every day since your first date, until the day you decided you would hold it for him.
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
Warnings: Fluff, smut (18+ ONLY), Lee being in a good mood, allusions to sexy times, each chapter will have their own individual warnings so be sure to read them!
A/N: My birthday is coming up and I guess I’m doing another Lee Bodecker series to celebrate it! I wasn’t planning this, I literally just thought of it, so please bear with me as I figure it out and get to writing!
Summary: It’s your birthday and Lee has everything all planned. You’re both ready to end this week with a bang.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x female!Reader
Word Count: 4,271
Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY (minors DNI, I fricken mean it!), fluff, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please use protection, my babes), dirty talk, soft!Lee, pet names, Lee is absolutely pussy whipped but in the best way possible.
A/N: Ah! This is the end of “Anything: The Series”! I am so sad to see this lovely series end, but at the same time, it’s also very, very exciting! I am so proud of myself for being able to complete a series. I’ve seen so many other amazing writers on this site that have completed series much longer and much more complex than my own, and I used to read them and think “there is no way in Hell that I could do that.” But here we are. I am so immensely grateful to all of you who were invested in this series. Your support and words of encouragement truly helped keep this old steam train a-goin’, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart—Thank you. I love you all, just as you are, and as you will be.
Kisses
—K
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The day had arrived; your birthday. Lee had it all planned out, from the moment you opened your eyes to the moment you laid down for bed. He had it down to a science: a nice (or as nice as he could get it) breakfast, a quick trip to the grocery store to get you out of the house so Deputy Blyth’s wife could sneak in and decorate the house for a small birthday party, dinner at that one restaurant you love two towns over, and then a private party with just you and him, cake and presents. There was absolutely nothing that could ruin this day.
You woke up around the same time as you normally do. Instinctively, you reach over towards Lee’s side of the bed while you rub the crust from your eyes. The spot that is usually occupied by your sleeping husband is found empty, a slight tingle of warmth from his body still lingering on the sheets. With a groan you roll over, burying your face into his pillow to breathe in his relaxing scent.
“Lee, baby, where are you?” You call out into your shared home, your voice still thick with sleep.
“M’here, Princess, don’t worry,” he calls back as he walks down the hall.
Tentatively, he pushes the ajar bedroom door, his hands full as he grins at you. He’d cleaned up a little before he brought you your breakfast, he brushed his hair and teeth, and put on some of his aftershave since he knew you loved the smell of it. The little wooden breakfast tray was neatly set for you: a pretty plate of French toast, an egg, and hefty side of some of your favorite fruit, a single dainty flower laid to the side as well as your silverware and glass of water.
“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart,” Lee said happily as you beamed at the breakfast he made for you.
“Oh, Lee, thank you!” You perk up in bed, grinning happily at the nearly perfect stack of French toast on the plate, “you did such a good job, they look gorgeous!” The compliment made Lee relax, he’d made nearly 4 different plates until he was finally satisfied with how it came out.
“Thank you,” he blushed softly and sat the plate in your lap, dipping down to give your lips a loving kiss before sitting at the edge of the bed. “Now, eat up before they get cold, Princess.”
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“Lee, we don’t need anymore laundry soap,” you groaned at your husband as he drug you down yet another aisle of the general store.
“Are you sure? Last time I was in the laundry room, it looked pretty low,” he said as he read the labels of the boxes of soap to search for the one you liked best.
“Last time you were in our laundry room was when we got back from our honeymoon,” you joked with a fond smile, giggling when Lee shot you a playfully scolding look.
“Ha-ha, I’m married to Don Rickles, himself,” he dead-panned and rolled his eyes with a smile. You laughed some more and pulled at his arm, “Come on, Lee, I don’t wanna spend my birthday cooped up in this store.”
“Fine, I think we got everything, anyway,” he said as you headed for the register. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lee sneak a bag of candy into the basket.
“What was that?” You whip around, nearly scaring the life out of your husband.
“Nothin’,” he says coyly, his playful smile threatening to break across his face when you teasingly narrow your eyes at him.
“Mmhmm, ‘nothin’,’ eh?” You say suspiciously, your eyes not leaving his as you reach into the basket and pull out the bag of candy. “This the bag of nothin’ you’re talkin’ about, Sheriff?”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he drawled out in a fake shocked tone, “how did those get in there?”
“I don’t know, I was hopin’ you’d tell me,” you said coolly, Lee swears that you’d make an incredible interrogator. He grins and shrugs.
“No clue how it happened, Ma’am,” he lowered his voice, using the rumbling gravelly tone that he knows you love. His eyes darkening with desire as you looked up at him through your lashes, he slowly inches his face closer and closer to yours, “musta been an accident.”
You were grateful you were alone in the aisle, you feel your face heat up softly when his nose brushes against yours. “An accident, Sheriff?”
“Mmhmm…” he hums and pecks your lips chastely, it’s quick and soft, he’s teasing you. “They’re the flavor you like, anyway, Princess,” and they were. You loved the way they made his mouth taste when he ate them. He snatches them from your hand and places them back in the basket, pressing another teasing kiss to your lips. “Now, come on, I thought you didn’t want to spend your birthday cooped up in this store.” You chuckle and follow him to the registers.
Lee insisted on carrying all the bags into the house, ‘it’s your birthday, Princess, I don’t want you to have to lift a finger,’ is what he said. You chuckled and held the door open for him while he carried them into the house with you right behind him.
“Lee, baby, why are all the lights out?” You said curiously, you could have sworn you left a few lights on. You began to walk towards the kitchen, then the lights suddenly came on as soon as you rounded the corner.
“Surprise!” They cheered, nearly scaring you out of your skin, you jump and yelp, laughing immediately when you see it’s only your friends. Deputy Blyth and his wife Sarah stood holding a bouquet of flowers and balloons, Maureen, Jane, and Patricia held neatly wrapped boxes and bags in their hands. The kitchen was decorated sweetly with your favorite color, streamers, balloons and flowers were scattered across the dining and living room. It was perfect.
“Oh my goodness!” You laughed happily as everyone greeted you with a hug and a warm “happy birthday.”
The party was absolutely perfect; presents, drinks, and a small lunch. Before you knew it, the sun was setting, and one by one your friends slowly parted ways. Waving Maureen off from the porch as she pulled out of the driveway, you sighed and leaned into Lee’s side, his arm around your waist comfortably. With a happy sigh, you dropped your arm and looked up at Lee with a smile, he was already smiling down at you. Without saying anything, he jerked his head to guide you inside. You instinctively start cleaning the stray wrapping paper from the coffee table, Lee collecting the dirty dishes and bringing them to the sink to wash later. Humming softly, you feel Lee’s arms circle your waist, a trail of loving kisses find their way up the soft slope of your neck.
“D’ya have a good time, Princess?” He whispered into your hair, his hands petting your sides gently.
“I had a lovely time, it was perfect,” you whispered back and turned to face him, “thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, just yet, babydoll,” he smiled and checked his watch, “you gotta go get ready for dinner if we’re gonna make it on time,” you give him a confused look but he smiles and ushers you towards the bedroom, a playful swat to your behind gets you moving much quicker, “go on!”
Lee waits outside the bedroom, his own suit waiting for him in the guest bedroom. You hum thoughtfully to yourself as you scan your closet for something to wear. You zero in on the lovely wiggle dress that Lee bought you for Christmas last year. With a little elbow grease, you slip into the navy blue dress, the cream ribbon around the waist made you look like a knockout. Adding some touches to your hair and makeup, you grabbed your favorite pair of black heels and open the door. Lee stood on the other side, his hand lifted to knock, his eyes widening in a stunned expression as he took in your appearance.
“What do you think?” You said happily, stepping back and doing a little turn for him as he scanned your form in the figure hugging dress.
“Princess, you look like a million bucks,” he sighed happily, his cock beginning to swell with excitement as he continued to shamelessly stare at your ass. As much as he would love to bend you over your vanity and show you what he thinks of the dress, he didn’t want to miss your dinner reservations. “Let’s get going, Sweetheart, I wanna show off my pretty little birthday girl.”
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You knew where you were going the minute Lee turned on to the highway. The restaurant you absolutely loved was a little over 45 minutes away, Lee had taken you there on one of your dates when you just started seeing each other, he also takes you there every few months ‘we deserve it, don’t we?’ Lee says. The drive over is calm, Lee talks about the book he’s reading, which characters have died and who he thinks is the killer, you tell him about the book you’re reading, you’re currently enraptured in The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. The drive flies by quickly with the two of you chattering away and listening to the radio.
The restaurant is just as pretty as you remember it being; nice bushes of colorful flowers lining the walk way, clean linen covered tables, moody lighting that made you feel like you were being cocooned into your seat, the smell of fresh baked bread, sweets, and meals drift through the air—it was absolutely perfect. It also didn’t hurt that they made the best Italian food within a 50 mile radius. You ordered your favorite, and Lee hardly teased you about ordering the same thing every time. As the waiter takes your emptied plates away, Lee stands up to talk to the waiter. He leans in and whispers something to him before handing him the camera he got you for Christmas. He smiles back at you as he sits next to you, tossing his arm around you.
“Let’s take a picture,” he says casually. You look at him surprised.
“Yeah?” You chuckle, he nods and hums as the waiter lifts the camera to take your picture.
“Say ‘cheese,’” The waiter says, you laugh softly, your head leaning against Lee’s ever so slightly, your hand resting innocently on his thigh as you grin at the camera. The waiter takes a few with Lee pressing a kiss to your temple. “Wonderful, here you go!”
“Thank you,” Lee says and takes the camera back, tucking it away into his pocket, “ready to go home, Princess?”
“Yeah, I’m stuffed,” you sigh with a smile and pat your full tummy.
“Oh, you’re gonna be,” he growled under his breath before kissing your cheek sweetly, “now, come on.”
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“Oh, Lee!” You gasped.
“D’ya like it, Princess?” Lee asked softly, the gold and pearl earrings glistened under the soft lights of the living room. You gaped at the black velvet box in your hand, almost too scared to touch them in fear of ruining them.
“They’re absolutely gorgeous, Lee,” you whispered and traced the teardrop shape of the pearl with your index finger carefully, “they’re absolutely perfect!”
He chuckled at your reaction, his nerves quickly falling away as you continue to fawn over the earrings. The other presents he’d gotten you like a few new records that you said you loved and the book you kept putting off buying laid in front of you both on the coffee table. “I’m glad.”
“Thank you, Honey,” you looked at him with that radiant smile of yours that drew him in in the first place and gave his lips a loving kiss. He mumbled a ‘your welcome’ before you wiggled your tongue into his mouth. One of his hands gently took the velvet box from your hand and set it on the coffee table carefully, his lips never leaving yours. Then they came to your waist to pull you closer to him, you were sitting much too far away from him for Lee’s liking.
Your tongue moves against his in slow, calculated movements, it never ceases to make him weak in the knees when you kiss him like that; like you have all the time in the world together. Your hands slide up his muscular arms and wrap around his neck, pulling him even deeper into the kiss. A soft moan rumbles in his chest when your hand pushes through his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp, he can feel the pleased smirk on your lips. In one fluid motion he pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling his, your dress making it slightly difficult to sit so wide, but he pushes the skirt up your thighs,
“Did you have a good birthday, Princess?” He whispered when you both broke away for air, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses down your jaw, biting playfully at the sensitive skin of your neck. You shudder when his teeth sink into a particularly tender place, your grip on his shoulders tightening.
“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper into his ear, your thighs naturally trying to rub together, the dull ache between your legs just begging for relief.
“Did you get everything you wanted?” He murmured into your throat, his hands starting to make for the zipper of your dress.
“Almost,” you smirk proudly when his head left its place in your neck to look at you, slight worry and interest painted on his face.
“What do you want, Princess?” His lips dust gentle kisses all over your face, pulling a soft giggle from you. You give him another kiss before pulling back to look into his lust-filled irises, a finger tracing along his plump bottom lip and cleft chin.
“I want a baby,” you whisper to him, his whole body going still underneath yours.
Did he hear you right?
Lee stared down at you, his eyes wide in shock. You’d spoken about it a few times before, and both of you were on the same page: you both wanted kids but you didn’t know when. Gulping down the lump of saliva in his throat, his grip around you tightening naturally.
“You want a baby, Princess?” He had to make sure he heard you correctly.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed and nodded, “I want a baby, Lee…” his cock twitched excitedly underneath you, your hips starting to grind into his, “want your baby, Daddy.”
“Oh fuck,” Lee groaned at the title, it always made him hard, but this was different. The weight of what you were asking for had him throbbing with need almost immediately. “Ok, Princess, I’ll give you a baby.”
“Yeah?” You smiled bashfully.
“Yeah,” Lee grunted gruffly and nodded, his nostrils flaring with lust as he took deep breaths to steady himself, “I’m gonna give you a baby.”
The statement more for himself than for you, a pleased moan breaks past your lips when Lee suddenly surges forward, his lips smashing onto yours eagerly as he lifts you up into his arms. You lose yourself in his kisses, your head spinning as each one consumes you. Suddenly, he drops you to the bed, you bounce a few times with a surprised squeak as Lee tears his suit off, tossing each piece of clothing to the floor without a care, his eyes locked on yours as he undresses himself.
“Get up,” he demands, his voice gravelly. You scramble to do as he says, his rough hands make quick work of your dress, which joins his clothes on the floor. A rough hand pushes you back down on the bed, Lee’s large frame draping over yours immediately. His lips stealing the breath from your lungs in a searing kiss, you whine and cling to him, one of his large hands sliding in between you both to pet your soft petals. You hear him growl into your mouth when he feels your wetness, his fingers teasing your entrance with light circles, the rough pad of his fingers avoid your sensitive clit. You whine, hips chasing his hand in an attempt to get the stimulation you crave.
“God, Princess, just begging for it aren’t ya?” He chuckles darkly as he plunges two thick fingers into you, the tightness around his digits has Lee’s cock throbbing in jealousy, “M’gonna fuck a baby into this tight little cunt,” he smirks when you whine, “just like you want me to… you like that, don’t you, Sweetheart? Like the thought of being full of me? Carrying my baby? That everyone’s gonna know you’re mine, gonna see that you belong to me—fuck…”
You whimper and nod frantically, words fail you, but god, you want that so fucking much it hurts. Your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you hurriedly, his words working you both up beyond imagination.You look up at your husband, his face already flushed, his eyes blown out with primal lust, his lips parted as he pants. His hard dick ruts eagerly at your inner thighs, smearing his pre-cum all over your heated skin. Your hips begin to grind on to his fingers, matching his pace perfectly. You can feel your high beginning to build in your loins, your walls gripping his fingers tighter and tighter.
“Gonna cum, Daddy, gonna cum!” You cry, your voice whiny, you were sure you looked and sounded pathetic but when you were so close to coming you couldn’t find it in you to care.
“Yeah, fucking cum on my fingers, be my good girl, c’mon, Princess, give it t’me!” He demanded, his thumb finding your clit to rub it in furious circles, the roughness was just what you needed. You release on his fingers, your juices soaking his hand as he milks your orgasm for all it’s worth before you try to push his hand away.
With a wordless growl, Lee tears his hand from your cunt, licking the juices that drip from his fingers as he stares down at you, his gaze laced with feral hunger. You bite your lip when he smirks at you, his bare cock now pushing through your sloppy wet folds making you gasp with sensitivity. You feel that all consuming need bubble up within you once more, the heat of desire burning through you. You give Lee your best puppy eyes, your bottom lip jutting out slightly as you nuzzle against him with a whimper.
“Lee, baby, fuck me, please,” you whisper and kiss him softly, teasing him to no end, “please, Daddy, want you to fuck me…”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he curses under his breath, gripping his shaft, he drives into you suddenly with one swift forceful push. The air is knocked from your lungs, a deep moan flying from both your mouths. Lee hisses when he feels your nails clawing at his shoulders, the sharp sting helping ground him as he fights the urge to cum too soon. “Jesus fucking Christ, Princess, so fuckin’ tight…”
Soon his resolve begins to break, his arms framing your head as he curls over you, his hips drawing back, loving the way you shudder underneath him at the feeling. Then in one brutal thrust, he sheaths himself in your cunt to the hilt, the wet sounds of his cock stuffing your pussy filling the room as he builds a vicious pace. Lee can feel an electrical current flowing through him, his body moving with purpose, the primitive carnal need to plant his seed inside your womb burns deep in his bones. He listens to you moan for him, unending babbles of his name, ’please,’ ‘yes,’ and ‘oh god’ fill his ear.
Tucking his head into the crook of your neck, Lee latches on to your throat, sucking deep lovebites into your sensitive skin, he knew they would leave very visible marks tomorrow and you’d scold him about it, but he didn’t care. He wanted everyone to know you were his, that he gets to touch you, kiss you, fuck you— no one else.
“Mine, mine, all fucking mine,” he growls absentmindedly, his hips unforgiving as he hikes one of your thighs over his hip and holds you open, somehow pushing even deeper into you, a strangled sob fills the room as he hits that special spot inside of you that only Lee Bodecker ever could. “My pretty little wife, m’gonna fuckin’ knock y’up, m’gonna make you a momma and yer gonna make me a daddy—oh fuck— yer gonna make me a daddy, make me a daddy, Princess, c’mon, I wanna be a daddy!”
He continues to ramble into your skin, his face burying itself into your bouncing tits. The thought of your breasts filling out, swelling with milk to feed your child tortured Lee, his face scrunching at the painful pleasure that shot through him. Your body shook, the tension of another high pulling your muscles taught, moan after moan flying into the air, your lips dry from panting, sweat beading the crown of your head. Your nerves felt like they were a live wire, crackles of euphoria zapping your flesh in time with each of Lee’s violent thrusts, his harsh grip on your flesh bruising your skin in the best way possible; it has you teetering on the edge. What pushes you over is when he wraps his lips around your stiff bud, his hot mouth encased around the peak of your breast, that sinful tongue of his lashing crazily at the flesh it can reach.
“A-Aahh!” You cry out as you finally cum, your back arching off the mattress, pushing your tits into Lee’s face, his own thundering moan vibrating against the skin of your chest. Your walls pulse around his girth, holding on to him as tightly as they can, his vigorous thrusts reduced to a filthy, harsh grind. A rush of juices coat Lee’s cock, the wetness almost too much for him to bear, but he manages to maintain control of his pace. Your high begins to subside, the ringing in your ears coming down slowly as you lay underneath him limply. With the last bits of energy you have, you spread your legs even wider, your knees close to your chest as your grip on to Lee’s ass.
“Please, baby, wan’ you t’cum, want y’to cum inside me, Daddy, make me a momma, give it to me, Daddy, gimme your baby, please, please, please!”
“M’gonna give it to ya, Princess, gonna give it to you right now!” He all but screams as his balls tighten before releasing everything into your waiting pussy. Lee can swear his heart stopped beating, your sweet little cunt milking him dry being the only thing he can seem to focus on. His eyes roll back into his head as he comes, an animalistic roar shakes his body. The strong arms that were holding you in place tighten to ensure you don’t try to get away from him. You watch as he loses himself, his porcelain skin flushed a cherry red and dewey with sweat, his lips plump from sucking on your skin and parted wide as he gasps for air. He blindly babbles, telling you over and over to ‘take it, take it, take it,’ his hips still rocking in shallow thrusts to ride out his high as long as he possibly can.
When it finally becomes too much, Lee slumps against you, not bothering to hold his weight off you. You can feel every inch of his body twitching and trembling as he recovers, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. The death grip his has on your body releases little by little, still reluctant to completely let go. You rub soothing circles over his back, your own hand trembling as you caress his heated skin. Soft kisses trail up the side of your throat, Lee slowly pulling himself off of you, remaining inside of you, he wasn’t ready to leave the comforting heat of your pussy just yet.
He captures your lips in a slow, sloppy kiss, it’s messy but firm, and one of the most romantic kisses that you’ve ever had. You can feel Lee’s content smile against your lips, happiness running through his entire body, partly because of the earth-shattering orgasm he just had, but mostly because of you. You wanted to have his children, you were ready to have a family with him—nothing could make him happier.
When you pull back, you grin at each other, the happy twinkle in his eyes reflect back at him in yours. A happy giggle bubbles from your lips as you cradle Lee’s cheek, he leans into your palm slightly, still holding your loving gaze.
“You wanna be a daddy, Lee?” You ask softly, a small seed of worry still holding on to you, you wanted to make sure he wanted this as much as you do.
“I wanna be a daddy,” he said with no hint of hesitation, a wider smile spreads across his lips at the thought of finally being a father, “you wanna be a momma, Princess?”
“I wanna be a momma,” you nod and rub his cheek with your thumb.
“Then I’m gonna make you a momma,” he said sweetly, his voice was pure and innocent, he meant every word, “I’m gonna give you anything you want, Princess.”
Summary: For Day 6 of your Birthday Celebration Week, you decide you want to try something... different.
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Female!Reader
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), fluff, anal sex, use of sex toy (ze butt plug), Lee gets all primal and feral (it’s pretty hot—YOU’RE WELCOME), daddy!Lee, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), Lee is pussy whipped but in the best possible way.
Word count: 2.2K (I kept her short and sweet :) )
A/N: The muse for this series needed to take a little break, and that’s more than ok with me. Burn out caught me by surprise, but it was nothing that a small sabbatical couldn’t fix :D Anyhooters, thank you to everyone for being so patient and kind! I’m so excited to finish out this series! I decided to make this one on the shorter side so I can give the finale all the love and attention that I plan on giving it. Let me know what you think! Leave a comment, send me an ask, a message, a carrier pigeon, a telegram, or just reblog and give me a score on a scale to 10. Something! I love hearing back from you guys, it really makes writing all this stuff worth it. Thank you all so much! I hope you enjoy it!
Kisses 💋
—K
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“You want me to what, Princess?”
“I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy,” you smirked at Lee’s shocked face, his mouth hung open, “Don’t you wanna own me completely? Claim every single part of me? Doesn’t that sound nice?” You purr in his ear before pressing a gentle kiss to his spit slick lips. His heart pounds in his chest at the thought of taking you, of really taking you, of being the only man on the face of the Earth to touch you, fuck you, claim you in every conceivable way. The deep growl that rumbled in his chest was purely instinctual, his bare cock twitching between you, still slick from your saliva. You giggle seductively and nuzzle his neck, “Yeah, you like that don’t you, Lee? Knew you would.”
Your clothes were tossed to the floor earlier, leaving you in your little lingerie nightie and lace panties that you, for some reason, refused to let Lee take off of you. He grumbled and nodded as he looks deep into your eyes, “‘course I like it… wanna own you, baby, wanna own you like you own me…” he whispered hoarsely to you, his hands wandering around your waist and hips eagerly, “now, lay back, Princess.”
Before you could lay down, Lee roughly shoves you on to your back. A squeak of excitement flies from your lips, Lee’s own dark chuckle mixed with your shy giggles. The look in Lee’s eyes could only be described as predatory, his cool eyes burning with lust as he crawled over you. You bite your lip as you pull your nightie off and throw it to the floor. Rough hands slide up your thighs, playing with the elastic band for a moment before tugging them down your legs as quickly as he could. As soon as your panties were tossed over his shoulder, his hands were immediately spreading your thighs. The sharp gasp that left Lee when he caught sight of the sweet heaven between your thighs made you bite your lip and giggle proudly.
“Y’like what you see, Sheriff?” You teased and spread your legs even more.
“Oh, Princess…” he interrupted himself with a groan, “fuckin’ hell, Princess, Jesus…” he moaned again as his finger rubbed over the little sparkly green gem nestled between your cheeks, just below your poor weeping pussy, his other hand rubbing the soft skin of your inner thigh. The pressure from his finger had you shivering delightfully. His large hands suddenly flip you over, manhandling you up on all fours to get a better look at you. “This why y’didn’t let me take your panties off? Wanted to surprise me?” He pushed on it a little harder, sighing at the moans you let out, another groan rumbles in his chest when he sees your cunt clenching around nothing, practically begging him to stuff you full. He licked his lips when he saw a fresh pool of wetness leak out of you. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re such a dirty little girl, ain’t ya, Princess? Daddy’s slutty little Princess,” he moaned affectionately, finally gripping the base of the silver butt plug and slowly pulling it out.
“O-Oh God,” you whimper as the plug slides out easily, your puckered hole twitching and fluttering, missing the fullness the metal plug offered. Lee tosses the plug to the bed and watches in awe as your ass gapes ever so slightly, your hips tilting towards the sky eagerly, his cock painfully hard and twitching excitedly. He curses under his breath and slides his fingers through your slick, gathering the wetness and giving your clit a few rough rubs. You keen happily at the pleasure that shoots through you, another shiver runs through your body when he brings his now drenched fingers to your untouched hole. You instinctively tense but force yourself to relax as he circles your entrance, his other hand rubbing your lower back soothingly. “Aah! Ahh!”
“Thas it, Princess, fuck, y’so fuckin’ tight,” he praises as your channel tightens around his forefinger, his thick southern accent dripping with satisfaction. Lee’s mind races, you were so fucking tight, how the fuck was he supposed to last if you’re this fucking tight. He cursed under his breath and drew his finger out only to push back in, working you as gently as he can. Your little moans and mewls let him know that he’s making you feel good. “Alright, alright, Princess, one more, take it like a good girl…”
The stretch of another thick finger filling your ass has your arms shaking underneath you, a thin whimper flutters from your lips as he lets you adjust to the feeling. You can hear an endless stream of praises and curses that Lee gives you, his dick pressed heavily against your plush inner thigh. He begins to pump them in and out this time a little faster than with just one finger, throaty moans fill Lee’s ears when he scissors you open. “Daddy, want you now, please…”
“Y’ready for me, babydoll?” Lee teases, his fingers still working in and out of you. You feel his thick cock begin to rub through your folds, using your wetness to lube himself up. You nod with a sigh, looking back over your shoulder with your best puppy eyes, knowing that he can’t resist you when you look so sweet. “Please… want you so bad, Lee…”
“Holy fuck, ok, Princess, you have me,” he growls and pulls his fingers from your ass, his hand gripping his base to guide him to your tight ring of muscle. Another shiver shakes your body as he grips your hips to hold you in place. “Relax for me, Angel…”
Taking a deep breath in, you allow your muscles to relax against him, Lee’s thumb stroking your hips in soft circles calming you down even more. Lee pushes forward, his fat mushroom tip slowly but surely breeching your hole. You can’t help but whine as he pushes into you, the stretch burning in a new way that had your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. A tremble wracks Lee’s body as he feels your tight hole around his tip. He lets out a deep groan as he continues to bottom out, watching as his length is greedily swallowed by your ass.
You both sigh happily when his hips are finally flush against yours, both of you a panting mess already. Lee stares dumbly at where he disappears into you, your virgin hole stretched to the max around his thick girth and impossibly tight. A thick string of saliva falls from his bottom lip and on to your plump ass, his hands massaging and kneading the flesh of your outer thighs and ass, pulling your cheeks apart to get a better look. “Jesus—fuck…”
His hips draw back on instinct, your walls clamping down on him, trying to keep him from pulling out, a fluttering moan of his name flies from your mouth as he suddenly plunges forward with a primal grunt. He can feel his mind slowly shutting down, his tongue unable to form words, grunts and growls rumble in his chest as he finds a harsh but steady pace. He can hear your sweet little moans, he can feel your hips pushing back to meet his, you were just as desperate for this as he was. The bedroom fills with the sinful sound of skin clapping together, the bed frame slamming furiously into the wall, Lee’s animalistic grunts, and your high pitched yelps. The deafening symphony continues to crescendo as Lee brought a hand cracking down on your right ass cheek, the sting only making you clench around him even tighter. He brought his hand down on your left side, giving it the same rough treatment as the right. Lee focuses on the way your body opens and bends to his will, getting lost in the mesmerizing jiggle of your flesh.
A sudden tightening of his balls and pressure at the pit of his gut tells him that he’s dangerously close to coming. He feels a wave of frustration come over him, he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet, he didn’t want this to be over yet. But the pleasure was catching up to him, his hips were unable to slow down, no matter how badly he wanted them to. Leaning down over you, he brought one hand to your clit and began to rub the swollen button in perfect time with his hips, the brutal pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Lee’s hot breath and loud grunts were buried into your neck, your arms wanting to give out but you fought to stay lifted. The skin of your inner thighs were dripping, Lee could feel your slick coating his hand and his thighs as he plowed into your tight ass. You felt your orgasm building higher and higher, like a rubber band about to snap. A few more harsh rubs to your clit and you were a goner. “D-Daddy!”
Your cry had Lee moaning wantonly with you, your walls tightening around him nearly to the point of pain. His eyes shut tight at the suffocating feeling of your high taking you, it drove him mad. Suddenly, you felt a rough hand between your shoulder blades pushing your chest and face into the mattress as Lee ravaged you. The new angle allowed him to hit a spot so deep inside you that you swear you felt him in your chest. A scream pierced the air as he turned vicious, taking what he needed from you without hesitation. Thundering growls and grunts tear through his chest as he fucks you into the mattress. The tingle at the base of his spine intensifies until he can’t take it anymore. His eyes roll back in his head when his climax finally washes over him, his thick thighs shaking uncontrollably as he spills into you, strong hands pinning you down to keep you from trying to get away (as if you wanted to). His own shaky scream fills the room as he empties his cum deep in your guts, you can feel the warmth of it gather in your lower belly. Lee’s positive that he’s blacked out, little black spots grace his vision as he begins to come down, the harsh grip on the back of your neck relaxing as he does too.
Soon he’s falling forward over you, he tries his best to hold his weight off you but still slumps on your back, his face nuzzling yours. You sigh and pant, trying to catch your breath, your sweaty skin sticks to his but you’re both too far gone to care about that. A trembling hand pets your thigh, his mind still gone in the sex induced haze. You bring your hand to run through the short strands of his hair, a pleased purr vibrates against your back at the action. Lee begins to pepper your shoulder with gentle kisses.
“Y’did s’good, Princess,” he praises in a slurred voice with a loving kiss to your cheek, his cock softening as he gathers the energy to finally sit up. Carefully, he pulls out, wincing with sensitivity and at the sore groan you give. “Fuck…”
He watches as your ass gapes wide now, the ring of flesh that was stretched around his cock now twitches at the emptiness but slowly retracts. Lee massages your tender flesh, still red from his spankings. The first little rope of his cum dribbled out from your abused hole and slid over your pussy, Lee watched as more of his seed seeped out, mixing with your juices. Before he knew it, he was licking up the mess you both made eagerly, his sinful tongue swirling around your ass then collecting the ambrosia of your cum along with his. You were boneless beneath him, unable to do anything but moan for him as he cleaned you up. His hands were gripping your hips as you began to squirm, growling as a warning to keep you still, his face buried in your sweet cunt. The lovely taste of your cunt floods Lee’s mouth, and once he gets a taste, there is no stopping him. Within no time, he has you coming on his tongue. He gulps down your release happily, giving your sloppy cunt a sweet kiss before letting you rest.
A trail of wet kisses make a map up your body, Lee presses one last kiss to your shoulder before carefully rolling you over. You give him a dopey smile, one that he can’t help but return. Your weak arms slide up his shoulders and sling around his neck. You look like an angle underneath him, your hair all messed up, your skin sweaty and flushed, looking up at him with so much love and happiness, it makes Lee’s stomach flip. He finally gives your swollen lips a kiss, his tongue tasting like your release, the kiss is gentle and tender.
“How’re y’feelin’, Princess?” He whispers against your lips.
“M’feelin’ so good, Lee,” you say as your hand runs through his hair.
“Wasn’t too rough with ya?” His voice and face are laced with concern, he was a lot rougher than he normally was.
“It was perfect,” you promise sincerely.
“I didn’t hurt ya or anythin’, did I?” He pets your cheek with the back of his hand.
“Not even a little bit.”
He was quiet for a moment before asking, “was it what you wanted, Princess?”
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
Series Masterlist
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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.”
idk if you write for arvin or not, but what about patching him up after a fight? 🥺💕
CUUUUTE😭❤️
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Had it not been for the familiar musk of Arvin’s addictive scent, you would’ve screamed at the feeling of someone slipping in bed beside you. But when an arm tosses over your shoulders, the smell of stale cologne clouds your senses, and you cuddle into it closer.
“Hey, baby,” you mumble, kissing his knuckles. “Where ya been?”
“Had some business to take care of,” he murmurs back, kissing your head and holding you close. “I’m here now, doll, just go back to sleep.” You sleepily hum in agreement, licking your dry lips and-
Wait. What was that aftertaste?
Concerned, you open your eyes and look back down at the knuckles just a few inches from your face, the crimson blood adorning his knuckles dried and sticky, and you gasp and wipe at your lips. You quickly sit up, and Arvin groans in defeat.
Not only were his knuckles completely demolished, but his cheek had a large, inflamed gash across the bone, and his nose had spatters of blood coated along his Cupid’s bow.
“Glory, Arvin!” You scold, your thumb gently tracing over the busted knuckles of your lover despite the intense, scolding look in your eyes. “You wake me up for food, sex, ice cream, but not to patch you up?”
Despite your scold, he grins around his bloody lip, wincing as the newly formed scab splits down the middle. He dabs at it gentle before taking a sharp inhale through his nose, “it ain’t nothing new, sugar, wounds’ll heal, the important thing is I’m here with you.”
Unconvinced, you kiss the corner of his mouth gently to avoid another smear of blood, hopping up from out of your bed to retrieve the first aid kit in your bathroom. “It’ll be new when my spit makes it infected,” you warn, plopping back down on the bed and opening the kit.
He watches as you gently take his hand in yours, wincing softly as you wet a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the dirt from his wound. You stay in silence, focused on taking care of his knuckles, knowing better than to chastise him. It was in his nature. He was his fathers son.
You stick a large bandaid across his hands before throwing away the dirty cotton ball, grabbing a new one to clean the broken skin across his cheek. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“The son-of-a-bitch was wearing rings.”
“You know what I meant, Arvin.”
“Can I explain tomorrow?” He mumbles, peering up at you like a scolded child. “I’m just glad to be home with you now, dolly.”
You hum and gently kiss the tip of his nose, leaning your forehead against his as he hesitantly reaches out to hold you. “I’m glad you’re home too, Arvin.. even if you are in eight different pieces.”
He chuckles and closes his eyes, slowly starting to relax from his exhaustion under your touch.
