#lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

[pahtoosh]

doctor daddy

[image ID: a behind the scenes photo of Sebastian Stan as Lee Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. He is standing with his hands in his pockets and looking off into the distance. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~980 words

warnings: Lee wants to beat someone up(no one in particular, he’s just frustrated), reader is in physical pain, mentions of painkillers, written on my phone, sappy and needy reader as usual. Lee carries reader.

a/n: this picture makes me giggle, I wonder what he’s thinking about.

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: Lee’s baby is hurting

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Pain and suffering: that’s all you knew. The sun never seemed so dull and the nights never seemed so cold. You wondered if you’d survive the ne-

“Baby?”

Oh! Daddy’s home!

Lee quickly toed off his shoes and met you at the couch, setting down his paper grocery bag along the way. You looked adorable swaddled up in a blanket with your stuffed bunny, but Lee’s heart couldn’t help but ache for you.

You’d been stuck on the couch all day. Standing or even sitting up required too much energy, not to mention that shifting positions could mean upsetting your body further.

Earlier today Lee wanted to call in sick and tend to you, but you assured him that you would be okay as he went on with his shift at the station. He lovingly carried you to the couch where he’d set up everything you could’ve possibly needed while he was gone. Blankets, painkillers, snacks, water, books, and the TV remote were all within reach. Your daddy left you with a kiss on the forehead and strict instructions to rest up, drink water, eat a snack, and call him if you needed help.

You obliged with a yes, daddy and made it through the next seven hours still in pain, bored, and missing your daddy. You were so happy when he came home, but your state meant you had to wait for him to come to you instead of running to meet him at the door as usual. Luckily, Lee wasted no time getting to your side. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him.

He held your smaller hand in his and gave you three gentle kisses on your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your puffed out lip. Lee normally loved your pouty face but knowing that this one was caused by your state of pain rather than an adorable neediness made it less enjoyable. He almost wished there was a single person responsible for your pain so he could take it out on them, but he knew all he could do now was be here for you.

“How ya feelin’ sweetie?”

“Hurts, Daddy.”

Lee muttered a curse under his breath and gently massaged the hand he was holding. “My poor baby. ‘ wish there was somethin’ I could do to help. I could beat up someone right now, makes me so mad seein’ my baby hurt like this.”

You shook your head and pulled his hand closer. “Just need Daddy.”

Lee smiled for the first time that day. “And you’ll get him, sweetheart. Just let me help ya out a little first, yeah? I stopped by the store and got somethin’.”

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity. Lee normally just bought the essentials, and you technically had everything you could need to recover at home already. He tucked your arm back under the blanket and began pulling stuff out of the bag.

“I gotcha a different kinda pain medicine, this one’s a cream. There’s a new thermometer, in case the old one wasn’ workin’ right and my baby really is sick. This here’s a new pair of socks to keep yer feet warm and protected. And this is a lollipop for being my good ‘n brave little baby.”

You admired your new socks and treat with a soft thank you daddy and let Lee fuss over you with his new supplies. He cleaned the new thermometer and let out a sigh of relief when it confirmed that you were at a safe temperature. He swapped out your old, worn-out socks with the new, softer ones. And then he carefully peeled back the blanket and your clothing to rub in the pain-relief cream.

After Lee washed his hands, he climbed in behind you on the couch, replacing the numerous pillows and blankets with his solid body. His round belly fit perfectly into the curve of your back, and his strong arms acted like a weighted blanket. He knew just how to support you to keep you comfortable and ease your pain.

In this position, he could also speak to you in a hushed tone and feel butterflies in his chest whenever you whispered back or snuggled closer to him.

You asked him about his day. He kept it brief, mostly talking about how much he missed you. He only shared the details of his work with you when you were at your big age; Lee was very diligent about preserving the safety of your little mind.

He turned the question on you, listening to you describe the episodes of Bugs Bunny you watched and what antics your stuffies got into today. He loved hearing about your inner world. Lee never got to explore his imagination too much. His responsibilities kept him tied to the real world, so he admired that you were able to keep that part of you alive while still dealing with your own issues.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before you were overcome with the need to tell your daddy how much you appreciate him.

“Thank you for takin’ care of me, Daddy.”

Lee kissed the back of your head. “It’s no problem, sweetheart. That’s what daddies are for. You feelin’ any better? That pain medicine doin’ its job yet?”

“Mhm.” You nodded and then turned your head to muffle your next sentence, shy about the sappy words about to leave your mouth. “Daddy’s the best medicine though.”

Lee chuckled and pulled you closer if that was possible. “Oh yeah? What makes ya say that?”

You squeezed his arms wrapped around you and wiggled against his belly, proving your point. “Daddy’s soft and cozy and strong. And Daddy gives the best cuddles.”

Lee shook his head, not believing how lucky he was to have you in his life. “Daddy loves you, baby. And I’ll never stop cuddling you.”

[torturedtypewritersdept]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝐭𝐚𝐠'𝐬:

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒: { rafe cameron, jj Maybank, john b routledge}

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋: {dean winchester}

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

[mutual-monsters]

well needed || soft!alpha!husband!lee bodecker

Pairing: Soft!alpha!husband!Lee Bodecker x afab!gn!omega!spouse!reader

TW: smut, heavy breeding kink, reader in heat

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Reader is in heat, and their husband Lee helps them out

Word count: 536

A/N: this one goes out to @strwbrrybucky who asked for Alpha!Bucky stuff earlier this evening, which I saw, looked at this half-finished mess, thought “close enough” and am now serving up like half-cooked spaghetti.

“Welcome home, Sheriff.” You say, brandishing a weak smile and greeting your husband as he walked in the door. Normally at this time, you’d be downstairs in the kitchen, ready to serve dinner, but last night your heat struck you extremely hard, causing you to curl up in bed all day with the scent of your lover. Lee walks closer to you and sits on the side of the bed next to you, laying his hand gently on your thigh and earning and soft whimper from your lips.

“Baby,” he says, lips wet and eyes furrowed, “you’re all miserable. How can I help?”

He’s worried. You’ve had some nasty heats before, but never one this intense.

You look up at him, eyes tired and barely open, “Lee, I need you. Bad. Need your cock. Can’t wait.”

And yes, he feels the lust, but more so he feels the need to care for his darling omega.

“Just lay back darlin’. Jus’ like that. Atta’ doll.” He says, coaxing you into position.

He begins to fumble with a rubber from the side table.

“Lee,”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Told you I can’t wait. Just fuck me. Don’t care if you knock me up. It don’t matter. I can’t-I can’t take it. Thought about it all day Lee, want your pups. Wan’ be filled up ‘n carryin’ ‘em by mornin’ time. Please, Lee. Please.”

His cock hardens further, almost painfully, and he cups your face.

“Sweet darlin’, I hope ya feel all the love I got for ya. You don’t gotta beg. Gonna give it all to ya. I promise.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and begins to tease your folds with his tip, enjoying the feeling of your slick on his head.

“Now, c’mon,” He whispers, his hot breath making you moan. “We oughta get started if we wanna make this litter stick.”

He inserts himself and gives you a moment to adjust. You beg for his movement, and he obeys. You are his, he tells you this over and over while intertwining your fingers, admiring your wedding rings.

“Ya feel my cock, sugar? Deep in that belly ‘a yours? ‘As where ‘m gonna put our pups. Nice ‘n deep. Make sure you're big n’ round in no time. Gonna cum deep inside this sweet little ‘mega cunt. Make sure ya feel me for days. Want you to be walkin’ around leakin’ a lil’ bit.”

You’re starting to fall apart. Words become incoherent. The only things that escape your lips are broken moans and a chant of his name.

“God, doll, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ gorgeous just waddlin’ ‘round this house. Don’t know if I’ll be able to keep ma hands off-a ya. Gonna keep fillin’ ya up, too. Gonna keep havin’ litters ‘til ya can’t take no more. Want this whole house just filled with our brats, baby.”

“Lee, oh God-” You cum with a broken cry. He is not far after. Lee keeps himself sheathed in your warmth for quite some time before pulling out and placing a pillow below your hips.

“I love you, sugar.”

“Mmm, Lee, I love you more.”

“Doubt, it darlin’” He says, a smile plastered wide on his face.

[bellaramseysgf]

Tori’s Reading Recs

I’ve decided to do this monthly on the first or attempt to anyway. This is a list of fanfics I’ve been rather obsessed with this past month.

Harry Potter, mainly marvel though,they all involve smut!

Touch - @lanadelreyscokewhor3

(Steve Rogers X Girlfriend! Reader)

Don’t talk with your mouth full - @becca-e-barnes

(Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Play date & Training wheels - @lanadelreyscokewhor3

(Tasm Peter Parker x innocent Fem! Reader)

Daydreams of bluebird - @buckspumpkin

(Scottish!lumberjack!Bucky x Afab!gn!Reader)

Forbidden Flower (Masterlist) - @buckspumpkin

(Dark!alpha!lee bodecker X omega!innocent! Reader)

Actin’ like a brat - @nsfwsebbie

(Boyfriend!daddy/dom Chris Evans x girlfriend!brat/sub reader)

Pretty little baby (Masterlist) - @captain-buckyyy

(Sub! Bucky X reader)

Look at the camera - @jamespottersmommy

(Sub! James potter x Fem reader)

Cinema Distractions - @jenniferrvsesi

(Sub! Peter Parker X Fem! Reader)

You should really check these, and their creators out <3

Enjoy my slutty babies 🤍

[stevesbestgirl]

D20 Writing Event!

Starting in August, every Saturday, I'm going to roll two D20s and write a little one-shot for whichever pairing I get!

I would start it this week, but its my last night with my kitten I'm fostering, so I'm gonna enjoy my time with her and start this next weekend ❤

I'd love to hear about what pairings you guys are hoping for or what new characters you're excited to see!

Fics under the cut!

Week 1 - Sticky Notes - Stucky x Reader  /Best Friend Confession

Week 2 - Out of the Pan - dark!Daddy!Lee Bodecker / Kidnapping

Week 3 - Pickpocket - Lee Bodecker x f!Reader / Enemies to Lovers

Week 4 - Untitled - Daddy!Zemo x Little!F!Reader / Blind Date

Week 5 - Secrets - Bucky Barnes x f!Reader / Secret Relationship

Week 6 - Evaluation - Daddy!Bucky x f!Reader / Workplace Romance

Week 7 - Teamwork - Steve Rogers x GN!Reader / Bodyguard

Week 8 - 20/20 - Mommy!Nat x GN!Little!Reader / There Was Only One Bed

Week 9 - Hostage - Soft!Dark!Daddy!Ransom x Little!F!Reader / Kidnapping

[pahtoosh]

Dry

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

masterlist

18+

wc: ~400 words

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

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

pairing: Lee Bodecker x gn!little!reader

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

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

“That feelin’ better, baby?”

“Yeah, tank you Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pahtoosh]

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

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

airhead

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

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1200 words

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

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

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

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

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

“That’s nice, sweetheart-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh! Daddy, hi!”

“What is it? Is there a fire?”

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

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

“But you said-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, I know.”

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby.”

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

“I forgive you, Daddy.”

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

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

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

[pahtoosh]

dummy

[image ID: sebastian stan as lee bodecker from the set of the devil all the time. he has one headphone in and is holding the other cord out expectantly. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1500 words

warnings: other kids being mean, name-calling, lee not listening to you

a/n: I was trying to fulfill one of my requests and somehow the story got away from me and doesn’t match with the request at all😭 I’ll have to try again with that one, it was so good!

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee takes you to a party to make little friends. while you’re there, things take a turn and names get thrown around

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“You ready to go, bunny?” Lee called up the stairs. “We’re gonna be late!”

“Almost, Daddy! I need help!” You tan towards him, almost tripping down the stairs but he caught you just in time. “Can you put this pin on my jacket? Please!”

“Of course, baby. Maybe I shoulda called you button instead of bunny,” he joked. “Is my little baby ready for the party now?”

You swapped your smile for a nervous look. “Scared, Daddy.”

“You’ve got nothin’ to be worried ‘bout. This’ll be good for ya. Lots of other littles from our town will be there. Maybe you could make a friend or two.”

You still weren’t convinced, but Lee looked so hopeful and he had been talking about this party for days. You hated disappointing him. Your daddy did so much for you; you could handle one little party for his sake.

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath.

Lee grinned. “That’s my bunny.” He held out his hand for you to take and walked you to the car. He helped you buckle the seatbelt and kissed your cheek reassuringly when he felt your rapid heartbeat.

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The O'Connolly's house looked just about like every other rich person’s house in Knockemstiff. The picket white fence, rose bushes, and perfectly trimmed lawn had you feeling out of place. The conflicting, rowdy shouts from the backyard did little to calm you.

Lee was oblivious to your apprehension. “Ready to go in?”

“Daddy I don’t wanna go. I feel funny.”

“Are ya sick, bunny?” He felt your forehead.

“No, my tummy’s rumbly a-and my heart.” You held his hand and pressed it to your chest.

“Aw baby, that’s your nerves, remember? Do those breathin’ exercises the doctor taught ya. In, out, that’s it.”

Once your nerves settled a bit, you agreed to go inside. You wanted Lee to hold you, but fought the urge. You didn’t want to look even more like a baby with how clingy you were being.

Mrs. O’Connolly answered the door. “Sheriff Bodecker! How nice to see you! And this must be your little angel.”

You hid behind Lee as he greeted the host. “Come out, bunny. Say hi. Mrs. O’Connolly ain’t nothin’ to be scared of.”

You peeked your head out and shyly waved. “Hi, Mrs.”

“Aw, isn’t that darling? You two come on in now. The other littles are playing in the yard and us adults are on the patio. We’ve got enough snacks and drinks for the whole football team, so you help yourselves with that. And the grown up juice is in the blue cooler.” She whispered that last part to Lee.

The three of you made it to the backyard where everybody else was. A couple of people waved or shouted a greeting while the others continued with their games and conversations.

Lee nodded his head towards where the littles were playing. “Go on and play with the other kids. Daddy’s gonna talk with the grown ups, okay?”

You whimpered and tugged on Lee’s hand that you’d been holding the whole time.

“You can do it, bunny. I know ya can. Just have fun.” He kissed you goodbye and sat down at the adults table.

You looked betrayed. How could Daddy just leave me here? No, it’s okay. Daddy said I can do this. Big kid thoughts. Big kid thoughts.

You straightened out your posture and walked over to where the littles were playing. “Hi, um, can I play with you?”

A couple of the kids looked unimpressed but one of them brightened at the sight of you. “Sure! We were gonna play dragons and princesses! My name is Julie!”

You responded with your name and the others introduced themselves to you.

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Dragons and princesses turned out to be very fun. You thought all boys had to be dragons and all girls had to be princesses, but Julie said anyone can be what they wanna be. She even switched back and forth between the two characters during the game.

You decided that you liked Julie and most of the others. The only tough one to crack was Marcy. She was the O’Connolly’s little and Julie’s best friend. For whatever reason, she didn’t seem to like you from the beginning.

You were all lying in the grass, just talking after catching your breath from dragons and princesses.

“I think they’re gonna put a new gas station where the old pharmacy was!” Jack said.

“A different one from Pumps and Plums?” Julie asked.

“Yeah! Like Gas for Cash or Stop for Snacks!”

“That’s dumb, those gas stations don’t even exist. It’s gonna be a tailor shop,” Marcy said.

Jack frowned and looked back up at the sky instead of craning his head to see the rest of you like he’d been doing before.

“Maybe it can be a gas station, Daddy says we need another one and there’s already a tailor shop on that block.”

The others hummed in agreement and Jack looked at you gratefully. Marcy, however was absolutely fuming. “What do you know anyway? You’re dumb and you’re a meanie.”

You sat up. “What? I’m not a meanie.”

“Sure you are, you called Julie a dummy. I heard you.” By now, everyone was standing and leaving space between the two of you.

“I didn’t say that! You’re the one calling everyone dumb!”

“See? There you go again. You’re nothing but a dummy. Right, Julie?” Marcy put a hand on her hip and looked expectantly at her best friend.

“Y-yeah I guess you are kind of a dummy,” Julie hesitantly agreed.

You held back tears and tamped down the sob in your throat as the others began to walk away and play without you. You rushed over to Lee and tugged on his shirt to get his attention.

“Daddy?”

“What’s up, bunny? Ya havin’ fun?”

You bit your lip and leaned to whisper in his ear. “Daddy I wanna go home.”

“Home? Oh no, not yet, yer bein’ awfully rude,” Lee replied through gritted teeth.

“But-“

“Enough. I said not yet. Why don’t you go play with Marcy and them?”

You considered telling Lee about how mean the other kids had been to you, but decided not to. Lee was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want him to cause a scene. Assuming he’d even believe you, that is.

“I’m tired. Can I sit with you?”

“We’re talkin’ ‘bout grownup stuff. It’s not safe for little ears to hear.”

“Can I wait in the car?”

Lee huffed and excused himself before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to the other, unoccupied end of the yard.

“Ah, Daddy that hurts.”

Lee unfortunately didn’t hear you over his angry muttering that was getting louder as you two got further away from the party.

“-always wantin’ somethin’ ya can’t have and runnin’ from what’s good for ya. Ya know why I wanted to come to this dang party? It wasn’t just for the hell of it. I did it for you. Like I do everything for you. And so I put on this stiff button up shirt and played nice with our neighbors so you could play with the other littles in town, maybe even make a friend. But you didn’t want that, did ya. And why? I can’t think of a single reason. So you’re gonna stand here and tell me why I wasted my Saturday afternoon.”

He stopped his movements and looked at you expectantly.

You gulped before answering. Lip trembling, you blurted out “I don’t like them! Marcy was bein’ mean an’ she called me a dummy! And she telled Julie I don’t like her but I didn’t say that and then Julie called me a dummy too! And now daddy’s bein’ mean but I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Tears ran down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. You held onto Lee as you wailed, wetting his shirt with your tears and drool. Although you were upset with him, you still looked to him for comfort. You didn’t realize it, but Lee was hugging you back and kissing your head while he rubbed your back. Your body had an innate reaction to Lee. Just a few minutes of your daddy’s touch were enough to calm you down.

Now just hiccuping and embarrassed at your outburst, you began to pull away from Lee but he didn’t let you.

“I’m sorry baby, I should’ve listened to ya. Here I was, thinkin’ I’m doin’ somethin’ nice for my baby when you’re actually miserable.” He looked down at you and wiped away the leftover tears. He didn’t like seeing you like this. The only times tears should be running down your cheeks are when you laugh until you cry, or when you’re overcome with happiness.

He squeezed you a little tighter as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Let’s go home now, bunny.”

“Wait, wanna stay like this a little.”

“That’s alright by me,” Lee said. He’d keep holding you forever if you asked him to.

[pahtoosh]

bunnies and kisses

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~1100 words

warnings: tdatt takes place in the midwest and yet i insist on giving lee a poorly formed southern accent

a/n: this is the last day of my summer celebration week🥺 thank you again so much to everyone who has read, liked, commented, or reblogged! i’ve had so much fun this week and I hope to do something again like this in the future! this is probably my favorite piece ive ever written and I hope you all love it as much as I do🤍

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee’s baby becomes obsessed with bunnies. lee tries his best to be supportive.

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“Did you see their tails, Daddy? They’re so fluffy! D’you know bunnies can use their tails to talk to other bunnies? They let them say when they’re in danger!”

God please let this sound genuine. “That’s great, baby.” That coulda been better.

You huffed and crossed your arms. “More than ‘great’! Is the coolest thing ever!”

Lee sighed. He really was trying to sound interested. Last week he took you to a petting zoo and you were entranced by the bunnies. You couldn’t stop talking about them; it was nonstop bunny facts for a whole week.

He loved your enthusiasm and wanted to support your new interest, but he was nearing the end of his rope. Lee wasn’t used to talking or listening so much before he met you. He liked the change, but he was still adjusting to it.

He reached his last straw with the bunny facts when you weren’t even around. A fellow officer was recounting his hunting trip and Lee almost butted in with the reason bunnies have a white tail before he caught himself. Lee didn’t contribute to conversations like that and he most certainly did not share fun facts.

He made a beckoning gesture. “C’mere baby. Sit on Daddy’s lap, I wanna talk to ya.”

Arms still crossed, you sat with Lee on the recliner, leaving your spot in the middle of your living room where you interrupted Lee’s show to present him with more important bunny information. He kissed the spot between your brows to smooth the wrinkle forming there.

“Now I know you love those bunnies, and I love hearin’ you talk about ‘em. But can ya give me a lil’ bunny break once in a while? Daddy doesn’t have the energy to be talkin’ all day long. I wanna be good at listenin’ to ya, and I can’t do that if I’m tired.”

Your arms slumped out of position and you looked up at Lee with sad eyes. “You tired of me?”

“No, god no. I’m not tired of you, baby. Could never be tired of you.” He hugged you close. “Daddy just needs some quiet time once in a while, that’s all. It’s like when you an’ I go to the grocery store on a busy day and it’s too much an’ ya just wanna go home. Some days everything adds up and I need a breather.”

“Did you have a bad day, Daddy?”

“Nothin’ you need to worry that sweet little mind a’ yours about. Daddy’ll be right as rain after some cuddles. Can ya help me with that?”

You smiled at him. “Yeah, I can do that. And we watch your show too!”

Lee kissed your cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

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You took to giving Lee some space very well. Things essentially went back to the way they were before the petting zoo, only now you needed an outlet for your bunny babble.

You went to the library and worked on reading through every bunny book they had. Lee even bought you a holder for your library card that was made with bunny-decorated fabric. While reading, you wrote down every new fact in your journal(also decorated with bunnies).

Every night, Lee would come home and you’d do your usual routine of hugging him, kissing him, and asking him about his day before you shared a new fact.

Lee became a better listener after opening up about his need for space. He asked you random questions about bunnies and worked some of that knowledge into your lives. Phrases like “quick as a bunny” entered his vocabulary and he caught onto your affectionate headbutts.

One day, Lee went into town by himself to get a nice pack of cigars for one of his superiors when a shop window caught his eye. The store specialized in imported goods. In the item display among fancy dishes and handmade bags rested a stuffed bunny. It looked soft and huggable with tan fur and a pink nose. He knew you’d love it.

Lee bought the plushie and rushed home. He couldn’t wait to see his baby’s reaction. He kept the toy in its bag and held it behind his back as he opened the door.

“Where’s my little bunny at?”

“Goin’ potty, Daddy! I’ll be out soon!”

Lee laughed. “Alright, well make sure you wash your hands real good, Daddy’s got a surprise for you.”

He grinned at your muffled squeal coming from behind the bathroom door and put away the rest of his shopping. He put the empty paper bags in their designated spot for your crafts and was met with a hug from behind.

“Hi Daddy!”

“Hi, baby.” He spun around to hug you back. “What’d you do while I was gone?”

“Ate snack and read my book and then I drawed a new bunny from my dream!”

“Oh yeah? What’d you have for snack?” Lee sensed you getting antsy.

“Carrots and crackers and apples and peanut butter.” You spoke quickly, wanting to know what the surprise was but you knew you had to be a patient baby or Lee wouldn’t give it to you.

“How were the apples?”

“Sweet.”

“How were the crackers?”

“Salty.”

“How was the peanut butter?”

“Sweet and salty.”

“How were the carrots?”

You groaned and smushed your face into his chest. “Daddyyyyy. You’re teasing.”

Lee laughed. “Ya caught me. Daddy won’t tease anymore, baby. Close your eyes and I’ll hand you your surprise.”

You did as he said and were surprised at the feeling of paper in your hands.

“Open your eyes.”

“A bag? What’s Gerald and Geraldine?”

“It’s the name of the store baby, ya gotta open the bag.”

“Oh.”

You peeked inside and let out a piercing shriek. “It’s my Bingo bunny!”

“Your what?”

“Bingo bunny! I saw him in my dream, his name is Bingo! You brought him home! Thank you thank you thank you, Daddy!” You threw your arms around him and kept jumping excitedly.

“You’re welcome, baby. You saw this bunny in your dream?”

“Yeah he was sad because no one loved him and no one gived him kisses but now he’s here and we can love him and give him kisses!”

You kissed the plushie and hugged it tightly to your chest, twisting side to side with excitement. You held the bunny towards Lee.

“You kiss him too, Daddy.”

He shook his head at your insistence and pecked the bunny’s forehead. You made the toy do a happy dance and skipped away, making up a song about bunnies in a meadow.

Lee watched you with a love-struck look on his face. You’d brought out a softness in him that no one had ever seen before. Later, he’d join your playtime and be met with a ton of kisses from you and your bunny.

[pahtoosh]

yucky

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~300 words

warnings: lee is a little 🤏 mean in this. he calls you a brat🫢 and says a bad word🫢

a/n: this piece is for me and about me. i will NOT take cough syrup !! they all taste so bad id rather stay sick🤘

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: Lee’s baby doesn’t wanna take their medicine

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“C’mon, baby. I know you don’t like it but ya gotta take your medicine.”

“No!”

“Don’t you get an attitude with me. Now listen to daddy and take your medicine. It’s just a‘ drop and then I’ll let ya have one of those cherry suckers after.”

“Don’t wanna!”

“Do-“

“No, Daddy! No medicine! It’s yucky, yucky, yucky! It’s the yuckiest thing in the whole wide world!”

“Would ya quit bein’ a brat?”

You crossed your arms and stomped your foot, looking up at Lee defiantly. “Not a brat! Daddy a brat!”

Lee set down the spoon with a harsh clink. “I’m gonna give you two options.” He took a breath. “Ya can take this medicine with no more fuss an’ get a little treat after.”

You squirmed nervously.

“Or, I can make you take this medicine and no treats or toys for the rest of the week. I really don’t wanna hav’ta force this down your throat, button. So, what’s it gonna be?”

You looked down at the floor. “Can I have da lemon sucker instead?”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

You held your breath and allowed Lee to feed you the spoonful of medicine. You quickly swallowed the syrup and gulped down water before taking the lollipop your daddy held out to you.

Lee gave you a sympathetic pat on the head. “Ya didn’t make it easy, but you did it.” He kissed your forehead. “Now hurry up an’ get better so we don’t have to deal with this medicine crap.”

[pahtoosh]

in the leaves

[image ID: a gif of piglet using a broom to brush away leaves. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~230 words

warnings: lee picks you up and tosses you

a/n: leaf bodecker. is that anything?

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: you and your daddy love playing in the leaves

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“Three, two, one!” Lee counted down before he tossed you into the pile of leaves he’d raked.

You popped up with a contagious giggle and held your hands out. “Again! Again!”

“Alright, one more.” Lee swept you up and swung you to the right.

“Three!”

A swing to the left.

“Two!”

Another to the right.

“One!”

You were back in the leaves. You were crawling your way out of the pile when a large weight pushed you down.

“Aah!”

“Oof. Sorry, darlin’. Ya mind if Daddy takes a rest here?”

You squealed and tried pushing Lee away. “Daddy! You’s too heavy!”

Lee faked a groan and leaned into you a bit more. “Daddy can’t move, bunny.”

You kept squirming, but not too hard. You knew your daddy was only kidding by the subtle smile on his face. Besides, it was comfortable against his soft belly and you wanted to save your energy for helping him rake the remaining leaves later.

“Moveeee, Daddy!”

After a few more moments, Lee decided to take mercy on you. He flipped the both of you around so you were laying on his chest and kissed your face all over, drinking in your happy giggles and last bits of warmth from the fall day. If he was having a rough time at work that week, his mind brought him back to this memory of laying in the leaves with you.

[pahtoosh]

strugglin’ (lee edition)

masterlist

18+

wc: 460 words

warnings: mentions of lee’s past as a neglected student🥺 soooo cheesy at the end. its lee bodecker! i love him and im gonna be cheesy about it i can’t help myself!

a/n: *chanting* more lee bodecker! more lee bodecker! more lee bodecker!

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: lee with a little who’s struggling in school

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Lee’s never been a great student

he had a rough home life when he was in school and that was never taken into consideration by his teachers, so he slipped through the cracks

he was no stranger to skipping classes or even cheating on assignments, but he doesn’t want that for you

Lee wants to give you anything you need to be a capable, brilliant student because no one did that for him

he knows his baby is smarter than he is and he wears that badge proudly

he lets you talk through concepts with him and even though he doesn’t understand a lick of what you’re saying, he doesn’t mind at all

Lee does love when you take the time to make sure he understands stuff though, he feels a deep level of satisfaction from getting his brain to work a different way

when you’re struggling with school, Lee’s reaction is to distract you from it

his job is to make you feel better so that you can come back with a fresh mind and accomplish whatever it is you need to do

he’ll take you on whatever adventure suits your needs that day

need some fresh air? he’s taking you to your favorite park, even though it’s the furthest one from the house, and you’re going on a lovely walk and having a picnic!

Lee makes sure you go on the swings before your picnic

he loves hearing your squeals when he pushes you super high in the air

his sweet baby always wants to make things fair, so he’ll go on the swings for a couple minutes just to make you happy

nobody would believe their eyes if they saw the sheriff sitting on a too-small swing with his baby trying their hardest to push him

he doesn’t go very high(partially because you can’t push him that hard and partially because he uses his feet to counter your push because he gets dizzy)

but you’re both so happy and just giggling with each other

when you come back home, you feel so much more relaxed

the day out with your daddy was exactly the fresh start you needed

for the rest of the week, you are so determined and more productive than before!

Lee’s so proud of you and happy that he was able to help in some way

he makes a comment about you getting to smart for Knockemstiff and leaving for a place where your beautiful mind can be appreciated by your job and those around you

he says it in a lighthearted way, but you can see the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you leaving

you shake your head and give your daddy a big hug

“I already feel appreciated here.”

[pahtoosh]

Bodaddy

[image ID: Lee Bodecker frowning while holding a phone between his cheek and shoulder. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~420 words

warnings: tickling, lighthearted threats of even more tickling

a/n: I loveeeeee this picture! his freckles are so cute I wanna smooch em

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: you give lee funny nicknames while he cooks dinner

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It was dinnertime and Lee was chopping up vegetables for a side dish. He normally wasn’t one to cook, let alone vegetables, but he was trying to be a responsible daddy. And responsible daddies are supposed to give their babies vegetables, he thinks. This trend of home cooked meals probably wasn’t going to last long, so you soaked up every bit you could, sitting on the counter and swinging your legs while your daddy followed an old recipe card.

You were studying the creases in Lee’s forehead while he squinted at the smudged handwriting. He looked especially handsome today. He was so hungry for dinner, he didn’t even bother changing out of his uniform yet. Even his name tag was still on, which led you to a very important question.

“How comes ev’rbody calls you Sheriff Bodecker, Daddy?”

“Well, they call me that as a sign of respect. Some people’ll call me Lee, though. And you’re the only person who gets to call me Daddy.” He leaned over to kiss the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

“What if I call you Sheriff Bodecker?”

“It wouldn’t be my first choice, darlin’. You lost the need for that title when ya became my little baby.” He turned back to the card, was that word supposed to be stir or surf? No, you don’t surf ground beef.

“Or Sheriff Daddy! Daddy Bodecker? Sheriff Bodaddy?”

“No, no. Daddy’s just fine. That’s the only name I need to hear from ya.”

“Sheriff Bodaddy, Sheriff Bodaddy,” you said in a singsong voice.

“That’s enough outta you,” Lee warned.

“Boeeeedaddy! Bodaddy Bodaddy Bo- aaah!”

Lee snatched your dangling feet and tickled them mercilessly. “You think you’re so funny, huh? Makin’ fun a’ your daddy’s name.”

“Daddy, aah!” You squirmed uncontrollably, trying to push his hands away from you but he was too strong.

“That’s right, now ya remember my name. I oughta keep ticklin’ you, make sure you never forget it again.” Although his words were harsh, the twinkle in his eyes and attempts to hold back a smile told you he wasn’t being serious.

“No, no, Daddy! Please!”

Lee tapered off his attack so you could catch your breath. “Now, what’re ya s’possed to call me?”

“Daddy,” you panted.

“Good baby.” He freed your foot and continued making dinner. You were certainly not going to risk calling Lee a silly variation of his name again, you’d learned that lesson today. Although, maybe you’d write it on his birthday card one year. He’d tickle you to pieces again, but it’d be worth it.

[pahtoosh]

hii hii

can you pretty please do an imagine where daddy lee is having playtime tickles with the little!reader (little age between a baby and two years old; like still in diapers) and lee knows they love ducks so when he baths the little he quacks at them

and when he goes to put the little to bed the little is jumping on the bed so he tickles them some more but he eventually feeds them a bottle and sings them five little ducks?

sorry if that’s confusing

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ducks and baths

masterlist

18+

wc: 780 words

warnings: lee carries reader, mentions of wearing a diaper, lee gives you a bath, written on my phone while very sleepy

a/n: not confusing at all! ive never written for babyspace before, this was fun to try! please leave any feedback you may have. i would love to get better at this

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: Lee’s little is in babyspace. he plays with you before giving you a bath and a bottle.

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Lee ate his dinner while you played on the floor by his feet. He liked it better when you were in your play area with the cushioned mat and nets to keep you in, but you needed to be close to your daddy.

You would cry whenever he set you down and walked away. Finally, he put a blanket down on the kitchen floor with some toys and let you knock down blocks as he watched. Occasionally, he would reach down and make a really tall block tower for you to knock down. He loved hearing your giggles when the colorful wood squares came tumbling down on the fleece-covered linoleum.

You’d already had a bottle, because Lee insisted on feeding you before himself. Even if he spent all day at the station, he’d make sure his baby was taken care of before he even thought about himself. He finished his chicken pot pie and washed the dishes before coming to sit on the floor and play with you for a bit.

He kept making block towers and acting shocked when you knocked them over. He made so many silly faces and gave you a little kiss whenever you laughed, he just couldn’t help himself.

Before Lee knew it, it was getting late.

“C’mon, button. ‘S time for yer bath.” He held out his hands, expecting you to raise your arms so he could pick you up. “Arms up, sugar.”

You looked at your daddy and held out a block.

“No bath, huh? My baby doesn’t want a bath?”

You giggled.

“Well that jus’ won’t do.” Lee tickled you under your chin, making you laugh and squirm. “Stinky babies get tickled, you still wanna be stinky, huh? Still wanna refuse tha bath?”

While being tickled, you managed to say “Baaa.”

Lee stopped tickling you and held your chin in his hands. “What’s that? Ya wanna take a bath now?” He used his hold on your chin to make you nod. “Alright, let’s getcha clean.”

This time, you let Lee pick you up.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The water was perfectly warm and bubbly by the time Lee placed you in the tub. He tossed in your rubber duckies, grinning at your excited squeals.

Both of you loved bath toys. You loved playing with them and seeing the toys bob up and down in the water. It was especially fun bringing a duck to the very bottom of the tub and watching it rush to the top. Lee would also put bubbles on the ducks to make them look like they had beards or tall hair.

Lee loved the toys because it kept you entertained while he washed your skin and hair. Toys were also a fun way to bond with your little self. Lee would make an absolute fool of himself just to make sure you laugh and have fond memories of playing with him.

“What’s a duckie say, baby?”

“Wah!”

“That’s right, they say quack.”

You giggled.

“Ya think that’s funny? Quack quack.” Lee grabbed a few of your duckies and made them quack at each other. He ended the “duck fight” by dunking them in the water so they could calm down. Then, he traded the situation for a more peaceful playtime with the ducks swimming in harmony.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The water got cold and bath time was over. Lee patted you dry with a fluffy towel and put lotion and an overnight diaper on you before topping it off with a lightweight onesie. It was still summer in Knockemstiff, so he didn’t want anything that was too warm for you. You usually preferred onesies at night; the compression helped you to sleep and Lee would just change you in the morning when it got hotter.

Lee took a quick shower while you sat on the couch. He rarely let you watch TV, but he turned on the cartoon channel to make sure you didn’t go anywhere. You weren’t catching much of the screen anyway with how sleepy you were getting.

A few too many slow blinks left you leaned on the armrest with the corner of a blanket in your mouth. Lee finished his shower and chuckled to himself when he saw you chewing on the fabric. He gently removed it from your mouth and picked you up, carrying you to the rocking chair.

Lee ensured you were comfortable and reached for the bedtime bottle he prepared after his shower.

“Open up, baby. There ya go,” he whispered.

Lee softly kissed your forehead and rocked the chair as you drank. You fell asleep in your daddy’s arms while he hummed a tune.

[pahtoosh]

lap, please

[image ID: the center is a picture of lee bodecker on a dark blue background with white dots representing stars above his head. on the left is an image of a barn and on the right is a photo taken from the inside of a car pointing at a field of grass. /.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~550 words

warnings: i keep trying to write a southern accent and i will not stop

a/n: i don't really like road trips !! don't tell daddy lee though, i will happily go on one with him

pairing: lee bodecker x gn!little!reader

summary: you get pouty on a ride home with lee.

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You squirmed in your seat, pouting and staring at Lee. This was the longest road trip you had ever been on. 

Your daddy planned the perfect day today. He woke you up early and surprised you with the news of a day trip for just the two of you. He took you to the apple orchard where you picked some fruit and ate apple turnovers for breakfast. Then, it was to the farm where you petted goats and baby chicks. By late afternoon he had taken you to the tulip farm and asked a nice couple to take photos of you on Lee’s film camera. 

Everything was perfect. Until the ride home when some unexpected traffic added another two hours to your commute. You’d had such a wonderful day and you didn’t want to seem ungrateful or make your daddy upset by being bratty. But it was way past your bedtime and all you wanted was to rest your head in Lee’s plush lap and fall asleep with your face against his soft belly. 

You let out another whine. 

“I know, baby. Daddy’s sorry but I can’t drive with ya on my lap. It’s not safe, sweetheart.” He offered you his right hand to hold.

You accepted it gladly, kissing the back of Lee’s hand. 

“How ‘bout we get your mind off a’ this mess, huh? What’d ya like seen’ today?”

“Mmm. I like the goats and the duckies.”

“Yeah? That was pretty funny when of ‘em got distracted by a frog an’ broke the line.”

You giggled. “Yeah, and den all the duckies keep walking and he almost got lost! He have to walked so fast he almost fell down.”

Lee spared a look at you then returned his eyes to the road. “Did ya like them apple pastries from the orchard?”

You nodded. “They was so yummy! The bestest breakfast ever! Can we make them at home, Daddy?”

“Your daddy’s not much of a baker, baby.” He sensed your disappointment and recovered quickly. “Well, I might have a coupla’ my ma’s old recipe cards in a cabinet. There’s gotta be an apple turnover recipe in there somewhere. And we already got the best apples in the state, so just tell Daddy what else ya need from him o’ the store.”

“Yay! Yay! Thank you, Daddy.” 

“Anything’ for you, sweetheart.” Lee was grinning now. He couldn’t see your face because he was focused on the road, but he could feel your happiness radiating from you. 

“You help me make the tarts?”

He squeezed your hand. “Sure will. There’s lots a’ steps I can help ya with. Like cuttin’ up the apples. Little babies like you have no business around sharp tools.”

You hummed in agreement and daydreamed about the pastries you and Lee would make. Now feeling less sad, you looked out the window and yawned. 

“Gettin’ tired over there?”

You shook your head but you were already starting to nod off. 

Lee chuckled when he got a glimpse of you fighting off sleep. “Go on and rest your head on the winda’ baby. I’ll wake ya when we get home.”

You grunted but did as he said. You fell asleep still holding your daddy’s hand with the rumble of the car and his gentle squeezes lulling you to sleep. 

[mutual-monsters]

playing dangerous || lee bodecker

Pairing: Lee Boedecker x afab!gn!reader

TW: Smut, fingering, degradation, pwp (more plot than smut tbh), the smut being way too short, canon-typical violence, age gap (not specified), Lee being a bad cop™, me being back on my bullshit

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Reader tries to worm their way out of being caught on an arson charge by Sheriff Bodecker

Based on THIS Lana Del Rey song (lyrics to the song are bolded and italicized)

Word count: 1,158

A/N: My first non-ask?? Gosh, am I nervous, but @becca-e-barnes was very kind in encouraging me to post this, as well as @mulberrybeat (who is the best beta-reader/bff ever)

“Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer.” You say whilst peering over his shoulders at the heat behind the sheriff before you, the shadows being cast by the fire highlighting the sign of aging of the older man before you.

“And I don’t doubt that darlin’, I really don’t, but seein’ as that you’re the only one that was up here, are you sure you ain't lyin’ to me ‘bout startin’ that fire?” He says, skeptical of the situation. And you, chewing on your lip while maintaining eye contact as if pondering your answer, leave a brief pause in the conversation (not long enough for suspicion to arise, but just long enough for the tension to build).

“No, I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure, Sheriff Bodecker, sir.”

“As long as you’re positive, sugar.” His dismissive tone cuts straight through your doe eyes, noting the clear stench of smoke on your nightdress as you fumble suspiciously with the hem of it.

“The house was already on fire, I swear I’m not a liar.” Tears being to well in your eyes, and threaten to spill over (whether they are real or fake is inconsequential; they do their job).

He softens himself, opening up to the possibility of your victimhood. After all, how can someone look so innocent and do something so vile? He attempts to quell your nerves– “Are you feelin’ alright, darlin’? Is there anythin’ I could do?”

“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for askin'.” You mutter, gazing into his eyes, and he gazes into yours, his dick hardening as you step forward slightly.

“Tell me, do you always work alone so late?” You ask, innocent as ever, in an attempt to change the subject. He bites.

“Yeah, I do, doll. ‘Couse, can’t really help it with us bein’ out here in the stick ‘n all.” He flashes a wide crooked smile, one laced with years of lies, and you wonder how he doesn’t recognize your own.

“That’s must be hard. ‘Specially at night, when- oh!” A gust of wind blows by, nearly knocking you both over, and aggravating your flaming corpse of a home.

“Shit!” He exclaims, “You must be awful cold.”

“I dunno about cold, but, gosh, I’m a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” He glances down at the hem of your nightgown and the way it rides up on your thighs, and his mind, ever so briefly, comes to its senses.

“Darlin’,” He says cautiously, “I know you didn’t set that fire, but the boys down at the station are gonna be awful upset if I don’t at least bring ya in for a bit ‘fore lettin’ ya go.”

“I understand.”

“Just turn on around so I can cuff ya.”

The cuffs snap into place and you begin to wonder if he really is as stupid as he looks.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on? They’re so cold ‘n they hurt real bad.” The plea is small but just enough to nudge his heart (and cock).

“‘M sorry, darlin’. I really am.”

A new plan hatches.

“Let’s get in the back of your cop car, officer. I’m mighty cold just standin’ out here.”

And he just jumps at the idea.

“If it’ll make ya more comfortable darlin’.”

He opens the door and helps you in, and you make sure to flash him your panties on the way. You take a minute to reassess the situation; now alone in his cruiser, helpless and tied up with a man of the law.

“Now that we’re in here, sugar, I thought I’d ask you somethin’.” He says solemnly.

Quickly turning to him, as if to appear innocent and naïve, you respond, “You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything.”

“Did you know your daddy was in that house when you struck that match?”

“Lee, I told you, I didn’t-”

“You don’t have to lie, darlin’. I won’t tell nobody. Jus’ want the honest truth.”

A beat.

“It’s the whole reason I did it, Sheriff.”

He looks down at the floor and sits in silence for a great, long while.

“That’s what I thought.”

Moving to break the tension, you speak again, “Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger…”

Lee thinks of his wife, Florence, at home. He thinks of his wedding ceremony. He thinks of the way he takes his ring off before every shift for this exact reason. He answers.

“No. No, darlin’, I don’t.” He flashes a toothy, yet nervous smile once more.

“Well, that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?” Her lips curl into a smile as well, though perhaps not for the same reasons as his.

“Well, honey pie, if I wasn't before I certainly am now.” The eye contact remains unbreaking until you gesture with your head to the burning mess behind you.

“It’s kind of exciting, don’t you think?” You say, eyes unblinking.

“The fire?”

“The risk.”

Then suddenly, he’s uncuffing me.

“Let me take those off, darlin’. T’ain’t no use for ‘em anyhow.” He says, and you know you’ve won.

I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game

I'm in love, I'm in love, love in a hurricane

Hurricane, hurricane

“Is there anywhere I can take you?”

“Why don’t we just stay here?”

Your lips are on his now. You taste his tongue (cigarettes and hard candy) and he tastes yours (red wine and a hint of regret). You allow him dominance, and in turn feign submission, but remain in control.

“Mmh–Lee, I need you to touch me.” You beg. He’s needy. He’s hard. You can feel it. He obliges your request, gently pressing his fingers to the outside of your already wet panties.

“Ahh– please, more!”

Ever so slowly, he slides a finger inside of you and finds your swollen clit with his thumb.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t ya, honey? Sittin’ over there talkin’ a big game, then comin’ apart on my fingers.”

All you can do is nod and whimper as he adds another finger. His thumb presses down a little harder, and the pace of his fingers increases.

“Gonna cum, dollie? Gonna cum for me? Settin’ fires just have the big bad sheriff clean up your damn mess. Tryin’ to fuck your way outta jail, dirty little slut. Well, look at ya now, can’t even fuckin’ talk, cockdrunk off my damn fingers.”

And you’re just losing it.

“You like bein’ talked to like that, darlin’? Bein’ the sheriff’s personal whore?”

And that’s enough to push you straight over the edge.

“What a Goddamn gorgeous mess you made, darlin’.” He says, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“Lee?” You whimper out.

“Hm? What is it?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”