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Society Folklore Masterlist
Most works are 18+/or aimed at that audience. Please take note of warnings within individual stories. (Do not copy, translate, x-post onto other platforms) AO3 Is here
(Updated January 16th 2026)
Act Confused
Title: Act Confused
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: Secret relationship, argument, hurt feelings, implied intimacy, class/power imbalance language Words: 298 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 6th - Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish/ “When they say your name, I just act confused.”
Your hands shook as you searched the floor for your dress, wrapped in the fur you’d dragged from the foot of Loki’s bed. Behind you, the sheets shifted.
“Come back to bed.”
His voice was still low from sleep.
You didn’t turn around. “No.”
Loki sat up, dark hair falling loose over his shoulders. “No?”
“I can’t keep doing this.”
The words came out too quiet. You heard him move behind you, bare feet meeting cold stone before he reached for his trousers.
“This?” he replied carefully.
“Yes, this.” You finally faced him, clutching the useless scrap of silk to your chest trying to dress “Being secret. Like I don’t think of how you touch me when I’m near you..”
His expression closed, eyes cold.
You laughed, brittle “What am I supposed to do, Loki? When they say your name, I just act confused?”
“Do not be dramatic.”
“I’m being stupid.” Your eyes burned. “That’s what this is. Stupid. Everyone knows. They look at me like I’m..they know.”
“You are not leaving.”
He stood between you and the door now, half-dressed, beautiful and furious.
“You don’t get to decide that.”
His jaw flexed. “Apparently I decide very little where you are concerned.”
“If you want a whore, then pay for one.” You hissed, wounded.
His eyes flashed, sharp enough to cut. “Careful.”
“No.” Your voice broke. “You be careful. You don’t get to make me feel like your whore and then act insulted when I name it.”
Silence fell.
Loki swallowed once. You watch him shift.. walls going up, armour dragged across an open wound you’d caused.
“I am your prince,” each word too cold to be natural. “Get back into bed.”
You saw that he hated himself for saying it.
But he’d said it all the same.
There was so much emotion packed into this! So good👏🏻
I am personally rather pleased at how well this one did come up in so fewer words (and how much its peaked people's interest too) I think we'll see something like it (but bigger) down the line...
No One’s Ever Gone
Title: No One’s Ever Gone
Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader
Warnings: Space mission tension, flirting, suggestive banter Words: 295 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters/ “Where no one’s ever gone before.”
The observation room was the only place on Icarus II where silence felt intentional.
Everywhere else hummed: vents, panels. In here, it was only dark glass, distant fire.. and Mace sitting close enough beside you that his shoulder almost touched yours.
Almost.
“You know,” He started eyes fixed on the impossible burn beyond the window, “statistically, this is a very romantic setting.”
You turned your head slowly. “We are on a suicide mission.”
“Romance loves urgency.”
“We are flying a bomb into the sun.” Men were so weird sometimes.
His mouth twitched, gold light cutting across the handsome line of his face. “Warm lighting.”
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, small and startled in the quiet.
Mace looked pleased with himself, which made it worse.
“You’re not going to start flirting with me in space,” you scoffed, trying for stern and landing somewhere dangerously close to fond.
“Start?” His brows lifted. “That implies I haven’t been doing an excellent job already.”
“You have not.”
“I’m optimistic, considering the mission profile.”
You bumped his boot with yours. “Mace.”
“What?” He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, but there was something softer under the usual blunt edge. “We’re farther from Earth than anyone gets to be. Floating through the dark. Where no one’s ever gone before.. Well almost”
“And your thought is sex?”
“My thought,” he started, very seriously, “is that it’s going to be a long trip.”
You looked away first, because smiling felt like losing.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Look like you’re not the problem here.”
“I fix the problems here.”
Outside, the sun burned enormous and impossible.
Inside, his shoulder finally brushed yours.
You didn’t move away.
“Really long trip,” he murmured.
You hit him, but you both smiled anyway.
I swear this James Mace is the cutest. He is right by the way, it’s a really long trip so they’d better take advantage of it. 🤭
I mean, what else are you going to do? He's just being polite (no pressure) but it seems like an awful waste not to at least.. explore ones options
Like What You See
Title: Like What You See
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Warnings: Love/hate situationship, flirting, smug Ransom, tension Words: 298 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 7th - “I know you like what you see.”
You had been doing well ignoring Ransom Drysdale.
Three texts unanswered. Two calls to voicemail. One well timed exit from the coffee shop when his car pulled up.
Petty, maybe. Necessary, definitely.
Then he walked into the party looking like that.
Expensive sweater. Dark coat. That stupid scarf looped at his throat like he knew how insufferable it made him look. His hair looked careless in a way that had taken ten minutes, and he paused in the doorway like he expected the room to rearrange itself.
Annoyingly, it almost did. People parted
Worse, he caught you looking
Only for a second. But Ransom caught it before you could turn back to your drink and pretend he hadn’t done anything.
His mouth curved.
By the time he reached you, smugness had settled over his face like a birthright.
“Don’t start,” you warned.
He leaned beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed your bare arm. His eyes moved over you with rude appreciation, and your pulse, traitorous thing, answered.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to be unbearable.”
“Can’t I do both?”
You hated him.
Especially when he looked pleased with himself.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” his, voice low purr beneath the party noise.
“I’ve been busy.” Cutting, cold.
His smile sharpened. “Liar.”
You took a sip of your drink just to have something to do with your mouth.
Ransom watched like it proved his point.
“I know you like what you see.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You rolled your eyes
“Too late.” His gaze flicked to your mouth.
Your glare should have discouraged him.
He glanced around the party with open boredom, then pushed off the wall
“Come on.”
“I’m not going -”
Ransom held out his hand.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t waiting for me to ask.”
Ouh I liked that ! Ransom is one smug bastard but he is also annoyingly charming and oh so tempting. I would definitely follow him 🤭💚
One of the best things about bringing Ransom out to play is the fact he is this delightfully irritating mixture of things. Can he be charming - yes, is he aware that his good looking - yes Will he still be a prick - Absolutely
No One’s Ever Gone
Title: No One’s Ever Gone
Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader
Warnings: Space mission tension, flirting, suggestive banter Words: 295 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters/ “Where no one’s ever gone before.”
The observation room was the only place on Icarus II where silence felt intentional.
Everywhere else hummed: vents, panels. In here, it was only dark glass, distant fire.. and Mace sitting close enough beside you that his shoulder almost touched yours.
Almost.
“You know,” He started eyes fixed on the impossible burn beyond the window, “statistically, this is a very romantic setting.”
You turned your head slowly. “We are on a suicide mission.”
“Romance loves urgency.”
“We are flying a bomb into the sun.” Men were so weird sometimes.
His mouth twitched, gold light cutting across the handsome line of his face. “Warm lighting.”
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, small and startled in the quiet.
Mace looked pleased with himself, which made it worse.
“You’re not going to start flirting with me in space,” you scoffed, trying for stern and landing somewhere dangerously close to fond.
“Start?” His brows lifted. “That implies I haven’t been doing an excellent job already.”
“You have not.”
“I’m optimistic, considering the mission profile.”
You bumped his boot with yours. “Mace.”
“What?” He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, but there was something softer under the usual blunt edge. “We’re farther from Earth than anyone gets to be. Floating through the dark. Where no one’s ever gone before.. Well almost”
“And your thought is sex?”
“My thought,” he started, very seriously, “is that it’s going to be a long trip.”
You looked away first, because smiling felt like losing.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Look like you’re not the problem here.”
“I fix the problems here.”
Outside, the sun burned enormous and impossible.
Inside, his shoulder finally brushed yours.
You didn’t move away.
“Really long trip,” he murmured.
You hit him, but you both smiled anyway.
Ouch... I like angsty things so much... angsty and cute what a perfect match. Loved it! 💖
Thank you, this one was fun. I'd love to do more with Mace. He's very interesting to me.
Affection
Character: Lee Bodecker
Prompt day 5: Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel
Summary: you're not quite sure what you and Lee are
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LEEEEE!!!!!
June Jukebox Scribbles — June 5th
Prompt Track: Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel
Lyric Line: "I'm gonna make her mine, all mine"
Fandom: Original fiction
Word Count: 276 words
Warnings: None (Mild fantasy peril/themes of obsession)
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The water rippled around the siren's fin as she lounged on the smooth rock. She was watching the ship in the distance, sailing towards their reef with the gentle wave of the colourful flag on the mast. Her eyes were following the captain as the ship approached.
"Who caught your eye, Lyra? Is it a sailor? A pretty boy? A pretty sailor boy?" Another creature chimed in with a cheerful sing-song voice.
"No, Talia. The captain of that ship. The Nocturne." Lyra said with a dreamy smile as her tail flicked playfully in the water. She reached out a hand towards the ship, the sunlight glimmering on her scales with every movement she made. She could make out the captain's features more clearly now. Not that it was anything new, the siren often followed the ship along its route.
"The fiercest crew on all the seven seas. They are more deadly than the wrath of the ocean. Yet they haven't hurt even one of our kind." Lyra continued with a voice full of astonishment. The two of them watched the ship for a moment more before Talia spoke.
"But you know they can resist our songs. It doesn't matter how much we try, we haven't managed to lure in any of them." Talia said with a cautious tone. She was worried about her sister. All the others were. Lyra became infatuated with the captain of The Nocturne lately. They told her it was dangerous, they warned her. She never listened. Talia decided to try one last time as she hid behind a rock. The Nocturne was navigating around the outer reef, preparing to drop the anchor not too far away from them now, yet Lyra didn't hide from sight. "Please keep your distance sister. Admire them from afar. Who knows what they will do to you if they decide you are a threat?"
"You will see. One day," Lyra said as she pushed herself farther up the rock, her eyes fixed firmly on the captain still. "I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."
OOO thank you for bringing an original! We are so touched when people chose to do something that is their own! Wonderful!
When I Think About You
Pairing: Din Djarin x reader, The Mandalorian x reader
Word Count: 300
Summary: Sometimes Djarin is away on a mission and you miss him while he's gone...
Author's Note: This is for June 6th of the June Jukebox Scribbles hosted by the lovely @societynsoelsscribbles thank you both bunches! I swapped out the original song for 'I touch myself' by Divinyls and the lyrics: "when I think about you...I touch myself." Thank you all so much for reading and sharing! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰
Warnings: dom!mando, he's mad but in the best way, tension, teasing, smut-almost p in v
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He yanks you from your seat by your arm with a force that leaves no room for resistance and bends you over the control panel of the ship. Protruding buttons and levers dig into your skin as he flattens a large hand at your back.
His free hand yanks at your pants, dragging them down to your ankles, leaving you bare. For a tormenting moment, there’s only the sound of his ragged breathing, his calloused fingertips ghosting between your legs.
I knew we were stacking the cards when we put this as an option...
And this is why I did it.. stuff like this.. stuff that is going to make me feel all of the things and set my own little mind off into world of delight.. and trust me.. I am off to the races....
June 6: Jaded
For the June Jukebox Scribbles event
Warning: drunkenness.
Prompt: June 6th - Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish / “I don't think I caught your name”
Character: Leon Kennedy
I know it’s short but please let me know your thoughts and reblog. Also, would love to discuss any ideas these little snippets inspire!
Love you! 💞
"Sir!" You call out as you stand up. "Hey! You dropped some... Thing."
You look down at the chain in your hand. The charm is a piece of jagged jade. Sharp but smooth.
"Sir?" You follow the man down the street as he stomps on.
You catch up and touch his sleeve. He flinches and turns. It's only as he sways and the scent of alcohol wafts from his leather jacket that you realise he's drunk. No wonder he didn't notice.
"You... Dropped this." You hold out the necklace.
He looks at the piece of jade and his lip curls. "Good riddance." He growls.
"Oh um..." You murmur, surprised at his reaction.
He sighs and drops his shoulders. His green eyes are sleepy. Even sad.
"Don't worry about it." He snatches it and you let go of the chain. "Thanks."
You nod, "you're welcome."
You back up and turn around. He clears his throat.
"Hey...I don't think I caught your name." He says.
I'm living for the Leon content... just *chef kiss*
Like What You See
Title: Like What You See
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Warnings: Love/hate situationship, flirting, smug Ransom, tension Words: 298 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 7th - “I know you like what you see.”
You had been doing well ignoring Ransom Drysdale.
Three texts unanswered. Two calls to voicemail. One well timed exit from the coffee shop when his car pulled up.
Petty, maybe. Necessary, definitely.
Then he walked into the party looking like that.
Expensive sweater. Dark coat. That stupid scarf looped at his throat like he knew how insufferable it made him look. His hair looked careless in a way that had taken ten minutes, and he paused in the doorway like he expected the room to rearrange itself.
Annoyingly, it almost did. People parted
Worse, he caught you looking
Only for a second. But Ransom caught it before you could turn back to your drink and pretend he hadn’t done anything.
His mouth curved.
By the time he reached you, smugness had settled over his face like a birthright.
“Don’t start,” you warned.
He leaned beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed your bare arm. His eyes moved over you with rude appreciation, and your pulse, traitorous thing, answered.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to be unbearable.”
“Can’t I do both?”
You hated him.
Especially when he looked pleased with himself.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” his, voice low purr beneath the party noise.
“I’ve been busy.” Cutting, cold.
His smile sharpened. “Liar.”
You took a sip of your drink just to have something to do with your mouth.
Ransom watched like it proved his point.
“I know you like what you see.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You rolled your eyes
“Too late.” His gaze flicked to your mouth.
Your glare should have discouraged him.
He glanced around the party with open boredom, then pushed off the wall
“Come on.”
“I’m not going -”
Ransom held out his hand.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t waiting for me to ask.”
Smile for the Camera
Bucky Barnes x cam girl! reader
WC: 300ish
AN: for @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles, day 6: “I don’t think I caught your name.” Divider courtesy of @saradika-graphics.
Warnings: it’s camming, so NSFW, but nothing insanely explicit.
You dim the lights in your cozy little apartment setup, the soft glow of your ring light making everything feel intimate and warm. You adjust the lace teddy that hugs your body perfectly and hit “Go Live.”
The chat starts filling up fast, your regulars dropping their usual flirty nonsense, tips trickling in. You lean into the camera with a playful smirk, voice low and teasing.
“Hey there, troublemakers. Missed me? Tonight’s all about taking requests… and maybe showing off a new toy if you boys behave.”
The usual flood of hearts and other emojis rolls in. About ten minutes deep, a new username pops up in the chat: BklynMetal1917. No big deal, new guys show up all the time. But this one doesn’t spam with tawdry messages. Tips generously on every little pose you strike. When you read his message out loud, your eyebrows shoot up.
BklynMetal1917: Never done this before. My friend Sam said I’d like your streams. He’s not wrong.
You laugh softly, shifting on your bed so the camera catches the way the lace rides up your thigh.
“Sam, huh? Tell your friend he owes me for the referral. I don’t think I caught your name sugar.”
BklynMetal1917: Name’s Bucky.
“Alright, Bucky, since you’re new and so very generous, this one’s for you.” You bite your lip and slide a hand down your body, teasing the edge of your panties while keeping eye contact with the camera.
You describe exactly what you’d want him to do—strong hands gripping your hips against your heated skin, pulling you down onto him while he growls in your ear. Your voice gets breathier as you touch yourself.
A private message pops up from him:
BklynMetal1917: This public thing ain’t my style. You free for a private room? Name your price.
You smile.
FIN
Ooooooo i loves this..
No One’s Ever Gone
Title: No One’s Ever Gone
Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader
Warnings: Space mission tension, flirting, suggestive banter Words: 295 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters/ “Where no one’s ever gone before.”
The observation room was the only place on Icarus II where silence felt intentional.
Everywhere else hummed: vents, panels. In here, it was only dark glass, distant fire.. and Mace sitting close enough beside you that his shoulder almost touched yours.
Almost.
“You know,” He started eyes fixed on the impossible burn beyond the window, “statistically, this is a very romantic setting.”
You turned your head slowly. “We are on a suicide mission.”
“Romance loves urgency.”
“We are flying a bomb into the sun.” Men were so weird sometimes.
His mouth twitched, gold light cutting across the handsome line of his face. “Warm lighting.”
A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, small and startled in the quiet.
Mace looked pleased with himself, which made it worse.
“You’re not going to start flirting with me in space,” you scoffed, trying for stern and landing somewhere dangerously close to fond.
“Start?” His brows lifted. “That implies I haven’t been doing an excellent job already.”
“You have not.”
“I’m optimistic, considering the mission profile.”
You bumped his boot with yours. “Mace.”
“What?” He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, but there was something softer under the usual blunt edge. “We’re farther from Earth than anyone gets to be. Floating through the dark. Where no one’s ever gone before.. Well almost”
“And your thought is sex?”
“My thought,” he started, very seriously, “is that it’s going to be a long trip.”
You looked away first, because smiling felt like losing.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Look like you’re not the problem here.”
“I fix the problems here.”
Outside, the sun burned enormous and impossible.
Inside, his shoulder finally brushed yours.
You didn’t move away.
“Really long trip,” he murmured.
You hit him, but you both smiled anyway.
Caught Your Name
Title: Caught Your Name
Pairing: Max x Female Reader
Warnings: Flirting, con artist charm, abandoned blind date, sensual tension Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 6th - “I don’t think I caught your name.”
The second time you checked your phone, the man at the end of the bar noticed.
The third time, he smiled into his drink like he already knew the ending.
By the fourth, you hated him a little.
Not because he was wrong. Because he was beautiful enough to make being right look effortless. Dark jacket. Open collar. One hand curled around a glass he barely drank from, watching the room like it owed him money.
Your blind date was thirty-seven minutes late.
Forty, when the man finally slid onto the stool beside you.
“Tell me he’s dead,” he said.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Only acceptable excuse. Dead, kidnapped, or trapped in an elevator with a priest and a medical emergency.”
Despite yourself, you laughed.
His smile sharpened. “That's the smile...”
“I don’t know you.”
“No,” he agreed, gaze dropping briefly to your untouched drink, then back to your face. “But I know a woman deciding whether to be embarrassed or furious, and I’d recommend furious. It suits the dress better.”
Heat touched your cheeks.
You should have dismissed him. You should have ignored the easy lean of his body toward yours, the warmth in his voice, the way his attention felt like a hand at the small of your back.
Instead, you said, “And what do you recommend after furious?”
“Leaving.”
“With you?”
“To somewhere with better lighting and worse decisions.”
Your pulse betrayed you.
He stood, offered his hand, then nodded toward your bag. “May I?”
You hesitated only long enough to make him grin.
Outside, the night air cooled your cheeks. He carried your bag like it belonged to him, walking beside you as if the evening had always been arranged this way.
Halfway down the block, you glanced over.
“I don’t think I caught your name.”
“No,” he said, smiling. “You didn’t.”
Then he offered his arm.
“Max.”
Oooh, Max Burnett! I loved that you've written for him, he rarely gets any fics/drabbles! And he's as smooth as ever!
I know!! He really is! I do think we'll see more from him this scribbles
An Ideal
Title: An Ideal
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader
Warnings: Workplace tension, argument, heated kissing, unresolved sexual tension.. Words: 304 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 6th - “Your world’s an ideal.”
The last office light hummed above you, too bright against the glare coming off Andy Barber’s desk.
Everyone else had gone home an hour ago.
No one stayed late to watch you and Andy circle the same argument for the third time that week, voices kept low out of habit even when there was no one left to hear.
“You cannot keep doing this,” he growled, jacket off, tie loosened, one hand braced on the wood. “You know that case is thin.”
“I know the victim deserves someone who’s willing to push.”
His jaw tightened. “That is not the same thing.”
“No, because in your world everything is clean, measured, perfectly argued.” You stepped closer, file clutched against your chest like a shield. “Your world’s an ideal, Andy. Mine has people who get hurt when men like you decide being careful matters more than being brave.”
His eyes flashed.
“Men like me?”
“You heard me.”
“I heard you being reckless.”
“You're hiding behind procedure.”
The silence after that felt louder than shouting.
Andy looked at you then, really looked, and something in his face changed. The controlled prosecutor slipped, just enough for you to see the man underneath: tired, furious, wanting.
“You think I don’t care?”
“I think you care more about winning then being on the right side.”
He came around the desk so fast you barely had time to breathe.
“Careful,” he said.
“Or what?”
His mouth crashed into yours.
Hot. Hard. Desperate enough that the file slipped from your hands, papers scattering across the floor as he backed you against the edge of the desk.
You grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
Andy groaned against your mouth, one hand fisting at your waist, the other braced beside you like restraint still mattered.
It didn’t.
Not anymore.
YESSSS! Chuck away that restraint, floofy daddy. We want you feral and passionate 😌 This was exquisite!
Completely! There is something about Andy that just.. *chef kiss*
I need to spend more time with him.. i really haven't done enough
He's just screaming for tension... building up..clothes ripping fic
Good Time
Title: Good Time
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Warnings: Flirting, drinking, sensual tension, possessive Lee Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 4th - “But I’m having such a good time.”
Lee found you by the punch bowl, laughing brightly at something Deputy Russell’s wife had said.
Your cheeks were warm from the gin someone had hidden in the drink, the church hall had gone soft around the edges in a way that made the bunting look pretty.
Lee’s hand settled at your waist before you saw him, broad palm firm through the thin fabric of your dress. Not grabbing. Not scolding. Just there, heavy enough to make your breath catch.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured near your ear. “Think it’s time we head on home.”
You tipped your head back, finding him close, mouth curved in that lazy smile that looked like trouble pretending to be manners.
“No.”
One brow lifted. “No?”
“But I’m having such a good time.”
His thumb stroked once along your side, slow enough to make your smile falter.
“I can see that.” His voice dropped lower, roughened by smoke and amusement. “You’ve been talking to near everyone who’s walked into this hall,” he murmured, voice roughened by smoke and amusement. “Being quite the little social butterfly tonight.”
You swallowed.
Lee leaned closer, brushing the shell of your ear. “But it’s getting late, and I think I can show you a much better time at home.”
Your stomach flipped.
His hand slid, just a little, from your waist to the curve of your hip. Nothing anyone else could call indecent.
You got hot
“Oh,” you breathed.
Lee’s smile pressed warm against your temple. “Mmm.”
You looked down at the glass in your hand, then back at him, aware of the heat in your cheeks.
“Yes,” you nodded quickly. “Definitely time we leave then.”
“Wonderful idea, sweetheart.”
Lee took your glass, set it on the nearest table, and held your coat open like a gentleman.
His grin said otherwise.
Lee leaned closer, brushing the shell of your ear. “But it’s getting late, and I think I can show you a much better time at home.”
I know.. i know.. this one had me makinv noiises when writting.. Ive missed Lee so bad.. I was so pleased to hear his boots at the door when he walked back into my head..
Good Time
Title: Good Time
Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Warnings: Flirting, drinking, sensual tension, possessive Lee Words: 300 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 4th - “But I’m having such a good time.”
Lee found you by the punch bowl, laughing brightly at something Deputy Russell’s wife had said.
Your cheeks were warm from the gin someone had hidden in the drink, the church hall had gone soft around the edges in a way that made the bunting look pretty.
Lee’s hand settled at your waist before you saw him, broad palm firm through the thin fabric of your dress. Not grabbing. Not scolding. Just there, heavy enough to make your breath catch.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured near your ear. “Think it’s time we head on home.”
You tipped your head back, finding him close, mouth curved in that lazy smile that looked like trouble pretending to be manners.
“No.”
One brow lifted. “No?”
“But I’m having such a good time.”
His thumb stroked once along your side, slow enough to make your smile falter.
“I can see that.” His voice dropped lower, roughened by smoke and amusement. “You’ve been talking to near everyone who’s walked into this hall,” he murmured, voice roughened by smoke and amusement. “Being quite the little social butterfly tonight.”
You swallowed.
Lee leaned closer, brushing the shell of your ear. “But it’s getting late, and I think I can show you a much better time at home.”
Your stomach flipped.
His hand slid, just a little, from your waist to the curve of your hip. Nothing anyone else could call indecent.
You got hot
“Oh,” you breathed.
Lee’s smile pressed warm against your temple. “Mmm.”
You looked down at the glass in your hand, then back at him, aware of the heat in your cheeks.
“Yes,” you nodded quickly. “Definitely time we leave then.”
“Wonderful idea, sweetheart.”
Lee took your glass, set it on the nearest table, and held your coat open like a gentleman.
His grin said otherwise.
Why even wait until we get home? I’m sure there’s a perfectly good closet somewhere. Or a car is good, too.
Oh he'd make you wait be uase he had too.. it only fair.
(That gif is amazing and perfect)
Give Me a Whirl
Title: Give Me a Whirl
Pairing: Deputy!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Warnings: Flirting, soft Lee, family tension implied
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles connected to This and This
Prompt: June 5th - “C’mon baby, give me a whirl.”
Lee ready on the porch when you opened the door.
You stepped out stiff-backed, one hand still tight on the knob behind you, the house’s sharp silence pressing at your spine. Your smile felt pinned on, pretty and brittle, until you saw him waiting there.
Deputy hat in hand. Shirt pressed. Badge catching gold in the porch light like he had polished it twice before coming over. He looked up from the boards beneath his boots, and for once, whatever smooth thing he’d planned to say got stuck behind his teeth.
“What?”
Lee’s eyes moved over you, slow and careful, taking in the new dress you’d saved three paychecks to buy. The colour. The fit. The way the skirt brushed your knees when you shifted.
His mouth curved.
“Well now,” he started, voice warm as honey over gravel. “Ain’t you something special.”
Heat rushed straight to your cheeks. “Lee.”
“I mean it.” He stepped back, giving you room, then lifted one hand between you. “C’mon baby, give me a whirl.”
You glanced over your shoulder, mortified. “Right here?”
“Right here.” His smile softened, but his eyes stayed steady on yours. “Want to see my girl in her pretty dress.”
My girl.
Your chest squeezed.
So you took his hand and turned once beneath it, the skirt flaring just enough to make you laugh despite yourself. Lee’s grin broke wide, proud and a little smug, like he had won something no one else even knew was being fought for.
“All the lights in town aren't as bright as you,” he murmured.
You ducked your head.
Lee caught your chin gently, tilting it up.
“No hiding. Not when you look pretty enough to make a man forget his manners.”
Inside, someone shifted, you almost turned.
Lee offered his arm.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well now,” he started, voice warm as honey over gravel. “Ain’t you something special.”
What can I say... Lee is often one of my most grounded babes, but he makes my heart flutter... ❤️