touches everywhere

“He had carried her, fought beside her, spent whole nights next to her, both of them on their bellies, peering through a long glass, watching some warehouse or merch’s mansion. This was nothing like that. He was sick and frightened, his body slick with sweat, but he was here. He watched that pulse, the evidence of her heart, matching his own beat for anxious beat. He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown skin. He wanted to … He wanted.
Before he even knew what he intended, he lowered his head. She drew in a sharp breath. His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between her shoulder and the column of her neck. He waited. Tell me to stop. Push me away.
She exhaled. “Go on,” she repeated. Finish the story.”
~ leigh bardugo, crooked kingdom

Truth or Truth

Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.

Warning: smut, masturbation

Word Count: 2300

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO

“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.

Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.

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Everywhere you touched me, a flower bloomed in your honor. You’ve wandered my body for so long, a garden grew just for you. It bloomed beautifully and willingly. Until you weren’t there to tend it. The roses no longer bloom. The daisies no longer sing. And the garden thirsts for your touch.
I am aching to bloom again.
—  Me (JNH). Please come back.
Magdalena Frackowiak’s Skin Rules
  • Firstly, don’t touch your skin, because your hands have a lot of bacteria. I also believe in always using alcohol gel on your hands, because everywhere we’re touching things.
  • When I say goodbye to someone I don’t kiss, because this also has a lot of bacteria [laughs]. Don’t kiss just anyone, that’s my advice.
  • Never try to push a pimple. If you have one, the best thing you can do is to take a pure alcohol on a Q-tip, and delicately touch it.
  • I’ll often make myself a natural mask with honey and avocado, or I’ll make a mask with oats and milk - oats are very good as a scrub to cleanse the skin. I also like pure oils - like avocado oil. I’ll warm it in my hands and rub it in.
  • When I wake up, I wash my face only with water, and I take a small towel and dab it gently.
  • In terms of products, I use Doctor Alkaitis organic moisturiser - with no perfume, no chemicals; just natural products inside. I try wherever possible to keep my skin free from chemicals day-to-day. I have an amazing herbal toner from Dr Alkaitis, but very little else.
  • I also like to make a hot bath for my skin: combine some oils and herbs and let the pores open, and then use a towel afterwards to gently dab the skin.
  • Having said that, I see Dr Colbert in New York and he has an amazing three-part treatment: the first level is basically a machine that takes away all the dirt and cleans your skin; then there’s a delicate laser that closes your pores; then the third level is an acid used like a peel. And that’s the only treatment I will do.
  • When I travel, I make sure I have a good natural moisturiser to rehydrate my skin, and once I’m on the flight I’ll put on a mask and just sleep with it on.
  • Make-up is also very important because it can clog your skin, and you don’t want your skin to be clogged. There is an Armani foundation that I use, it’s already very thin, but I’ll mix it with a little moisturiser before I apply.
  • Then vitamins, because vitamins nourish your skin from the inside out. Vitamin E, A, all the omegas, and fish oil are all very important - and also I like to eat chicken soup because it contains collagen. I eat a lot of avocado, a lot of fish, beef - because your skin is built from these oils. You need to care for the skin from inside. I can have pasta, trust me - I live in Italy. I’m not torturing myself.
  • Another thing I do, and this comes from my mother, is I sleep like this [mimes totally still, on her back, corpse pose]. You don’t want to wrinkle.
  • The other things are quite obvious. I drink a lot of water, I like hot water and lemon to clear the skin. Don’t smoke, and I don’t drink alcohol at all. I’m 30 and I have not one wrinkle, so this is why. It’s all about being very delicate with your skin and treating your skin like it’s your best friend. I say to all the young models, who are there backstage with a cigarette: “Don’t smoke!” It kills, you know, it really kills. You see that girl in 10 years and she won’t still be working, you’re like: “Wow, she changed so much,” because she destroyed herself. Don’t party too much, don’t take drugs: you get the face you deserve.
  • I like to stretch, I think it’s very important for your body, so I do yoga and pilates, but I don’t like to go to the gym and work out. I don’t have that body type. Some girls, like Izabel Goulart, have that body and look great that way, but I treat it the same way as my skin; you have to be very delicate with your body. I don’t like to have muscles, but I also don’t like to be too skinny. Sometimes I notice I got too skinny, and even my skin will suffer - maybe if I’ve been working too much - but it’s about balance.
  • I’m really proud to say I turned 30, and I’m getting so many compliments now. I’m a woman and I took care of myself.

The most painful second of television.

Ride

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1633

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, Language, thigh riding, sex and mentions of the thighs of betrayal.

A/N: This is for @emilyevanston‘s Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge! Congrats on 1 year and 2k followers my dear!

Prompt: Powerful Thighs

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Originally posted by marga-r


“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.

You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.

He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.

That is the cause of death you had been referring to.

When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.

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Incy Wincy Spider

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  This is my first entry for @bucky-plums-barnes100 banging kinks for Bucky’s birthday” Reader gets bored while they watch a movie.

Word Count: 1,078

Warnings: Smut, Language, Spider Walking (kink)

A/N: Spider Walking is great and very underrated. It’s driving someone insane by touching them with the pads of your fingers, sort of like a fly walking up your arm. No actual skin contact, just fleeting caresses. Hope you like it, my loves!

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

You and Bucky lay in bed, his attention focused on the screen of your laptop, his eyes following the movements of the characters in his favourite film. It was a European film, lots of smoking and swearing, and you grew tired of it after a few minutes. Needing to distract yourself, you started mapping his veiny forearm with the pad of your index.

The arm around your waist squeezed gently. “Are you bored?”

His voice startled you and your fingers stropped tracing patterns on his arm. You tilted your head up to look up at him, your lips turned up in a shy smile.

“A bit,” You admitted, laying your head back on his chest. “Was that annoying?” You slid your fingertips slowly along his forearm so he’d know what you were referring to.

A soft laugh bubbled past his lips. “Not at all. Actually, it’s very soothing.”

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important bug-related psa!

you see these caterpillars? do not touch them! they are called pine precessionary caterpillars, and they have very sharp, toxic barbs that cause a painful rash if touched. they can even cause anaphylactic shock in some people. spring is their time to form their little weird death trains where they march around like spartan soldiers and weave fucking WEBS

don’t touch them they fucking hurt!!!!

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Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Smut.
Word count: 2.1k 

Summary: His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your bare legs, before asking, “Baby, aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out.” His chocolate brown eyes widened immediately again as he saw you unbuttoning the sixth button on your coat and his eyebrows neatened themselves out when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. 

» Song: Rihanna - Skin.


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Heart on the Line (part 4)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1433
warnings: phone sex

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The Ice Cream Date

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Swearing (NSFW)

Word Count: 2157

Summary: After hearing an interesting conversation that you were having with Nat, Bucky finally decides to make his move.

Author’s Notes: We all know that I’m basic Bucky Barnes trash. I also find writing smut fun.

Originally posted by bovaria

Originally posted by oshitwhysoserious

“I’m telling you – it all just sounds dirty,” Nat said with a grin as she turned to look at me.

“Nat – it’s probably because your mind is always in the gutter,” I snorted as I lounged on the couch.

“That’s not true!” She protested – her grin widening as she said it. Wanda snickered at this as I playfully rolled my eyes.

“She does have a point – I mean after all, vanilla is technically a type of sex,” Wanda added as Nat shot her a thumbs up. I groaned as I grabbed the remote to flip through the channels.

“You’re going to ruin ice cream for me,” I muttered grumpily under my breath as the two began assigning each type of ice cream with a different type of sexual act or position.

“Oh come on, Y/N. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so grumpy lately!” Wanda whined as she tried to fight back her giggles.

“I think the issue is what hasn’t gotten into her lately,” Nat added with a quirked eyebrow which caused a new wave of snickers from Wanda. I raised my head up from the couch and gave Nat the best ‘go to hell’ look that I could muster. “There’s nothing wrong with it Y/N – all of us need it sometimes,” she added with a sly grin and a shrug.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky’s voice drifted from behind me – causing me to yelp in surprise. I could feel my face flushing at the thought of having to try to explain the conversation to him. Nat had known for awhile now that I had harbored a secret crush on Bucky – but I had always been too terrified of rejection to actually act on it.

“Oh we were just talking about ice cream. Y/N hasn’t had any in awhile, and Wanda and I are trying to convince her that it is good for the soul…. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Nat replied as her eyes flicked from Bucky back to me.

“Yup,” I managed to squeak out –while mentally adding murdering Nat in her sleep to the top of my to-do list.

The corners of Bucky’s mouth quirked at this as his eyes shone with amusement. “Well Y/N – I haven’t had some ice cream in awhile either. Want to go tonight after dinner with me?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes at Bucky for a moment – I could almost guarantee by the look on his face that he had heard more of the conversation than he was letting on, but even the thought of that was sending shivers down my spine. I shifted on the couch – slightly flustered by the thoughts rushing through my mind. “Well?” Bucky asked again, playfully hovering over me on the couch.

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Great!” Bucky responded with a wink before strolling out of the common room.

“Problem solved,” Nat added happily as I sent a pillow whizzing towards her head.


I tried to not let my nerves get the best of me as I waited for Bucky by the elevator. When he stepped out of his room and saw me his eyes drifted appreciatively to my bare legs. I had opted to wear a pair of my shortest shorts to show off my assets – plus it was summer, and pretty damn hot. “Ready?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I answered as I followed him into the elevator.

Once the doors of the elevator closed Bucky turned to me once again with a grin. “You look beautiful tonight – just in case you were wondering,” he whispered as he gave me a once-over again.

“Thanks,” I blushed shyly—causing him to chuckle.

“Are you always this shy?” he countered as we exited the elevator. “Or is it just around me?” he asked with mock horror.

“Mainly just around you,” I laughed as I blushed again.

“Well you shouldn’t be,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to come tonight. In all honestly I’ve been wanting to take you out for awhile.” This confession and his physical proximity to my body was causing raw bolts of electricity to shoot down my spine. I could feel my body reacting to his touch as wetness pooled between my legs. I ached for him to slip his hands down my shorts to feel how his words and presence affected me.

“Here we are,” he announced as he steered me into the ice cream and soda shop – effectively snapping me back to the here and now. We strolled to the counter where we placed our orders and in turn received our things before making our way to a secluded booth in the back corner.


“This has to be some of the best ice-cream I’ve had in years,” I groaned as licked my spoon clean. I had inhaled half of the sundae I had ordered already. My announcement caused Bucky to chuckle as he watched me with amusement. Flustered I tried to put my spoon back in the dish but managed to knock the bowl off the table and onto my lap. “Ugh, dammit,” I moaned as I moved to grab napkins.

“Allow me,” Bucky offered as he grabbed a handful of napkins off the table and reached under the table to my lap. I could feel the napkins scrape across my bare skin as he cleaned the mess. I tried my best to stay in control of my body’s responses to his touch as he reached for another batch of napkins and continued his work. He smirked at me mischievously as his fingertips slid very softly across my shorts putting pressure in just the right spot to make me gasp. “Maybe we should head back and get you cleaned up properly,” he whispered suggestively. His voice was as smooth as sex and if I could have I would have taken him then and there.

“Yeah – that’s probably for the best,” I choked out as we both rose from the booth and made our way back to Stark Tower.


We remained silent throughout the journey to the tower – our bodies never breaking contact as Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around me. Once the elevator doors were securely closed behind us Bucky turned to me – pressing my body against the wall of the elevator as his breath tickled my neck. “Doll – I haven’t done this in awhile. You’ll have to tell me if…”

“Bucky, I want to,” I whispered as I placed my hand softly on his chest. With this answer he kissed me softly and deeply as his body pressed into mine – allowing me to feel his growing hardness. When the elevator dinged to let us know that we had arrived on our floor Bucky broke away from the kiss and took my hand before leading me down the hall to his room.

Once the door to his room was securely locked he turned to look at me with a devilish grin. “I need to clean myself up,” I pointed out as I stepped around him to go to his bathroom.

“No,” he whispered as he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him.

“But Bucky…” I complained.

“I said no,” he responded again as he lifted me off the floor and carried me to his bed. “I’ll take care of it,” he added as he placed me on his bed.

“What do you…. Oh my god,” I moaned as his tongue trailed roughly up my inner thigh. He was relentless as his bobbed up and down – lapping up the stickiness that had been left behind. I couldn’t handle the sensation and bucked my hips softly causing him to chuckle against my skin. The sensation drifted up my body to the growing wetness between my legs. “Bucky,” I moaned breathlessly as he softly pushed my hips firmly back onto the bed.

“What do you want doll?” he whispered softly as his fingers trailed up my thigh and worked their way into my shorts. I moaned again as they touched everywhere but the part of me that ached.  

“Fuck… Bucky, please,” I begged as I wiggled under his embrace – trying to make his fingers graze my sensitive clit.

“Tck, tck,” Bucky responded with humor in his voice as he removed his hands to grab the hem of my shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he whispered as I raised up slightly to help him remove my shirt. He let out an appreciative sigh at my red and black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he mumbled as he playfully traced his fingers over the material. “But I bet what’s underneath is even prettier,” he remarked as he reached behind me to unclasp it. “Mmm, I was right,” he muttered appreciatively once he had removed my bra entirely. “God – you’re gorgeous,” he breathed against my chest as he traced one of his metal fingers around my nipple before latching his mouth around its hardened mound and sucking softly.

“Oh god,” I moaned again as I weaved my fingers through his hair. I felt the cool metal of his fingers tracing down my stomach to the button of my shorts where he expertly unbuttoned them before breaking away from my breast.

“Let’s get these off,” he mumbled as I raised my hips up for him to remove my shorts.

“What about?” I asked as I looked down at my underwear.

“All good things happen in time, doll,” he smirked as his fingers glided around my panty line making the throbbing between my legs intensify. “You’re soaked through your panties,” he muttered amused as his fingers brushed over my clothed core. “All for me?” he asked as a grin spread across his face.

“Bucky if you don’t soon… I’m going to have to…”

“Have to what?” he asked as his eyes shined with curiosity.

“Do it myself,” I muttered with a smirk.

“Mmm – have you ever touched yourself and thought about me?” he asked – his hot breath tickling my neck as he trailed kisses up and down it.

“Buck,” I moaned again.

“Answer the question baby girl,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Yes,” I muttered breathlessly.

“Do you think about me filling you up with my dick?” he asked as his hands began to pull away the soaked fabric of my underwear.

“Yes,” I panted. I gasped as he spread my legs open wider.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he whispered before pulling away and getting off the bed. He began to remove his clothes – his eyes never leaving me as I did what I was told. I moaned as my fingers spread around my wetness – tripping over my sensitive clit again and again. Bucky pushed off his underwear allowing his erection to spring free. My body responded to the mere sight of its size. “That’s enough,” Bucky muttered as he grabbed my hands and moved them above my head. “Are you always this wet when you think about me?” he asked as his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh before making contact with my wetness. I could only manage to nod my head yes as I rocked myself up and down his fingers. I could feel my walls tightening as I road towards my orgasm. Suddenly Bucky removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his tongue. Lapping up my wetness and humming appreciatively to himself. As he pushed his tongue into me I lost control and came hard.

He allowed me to ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face before breaking free and sitting up. “Come here, doll,” he said as he offered a hand to me. I took it and shakily sat up before making my way over to where he was sitting. He lifted me gently over him before slowly sitting me on his lap until he was fully sheathed inside of me. I moaned at the fullness. “God, Y/N… you’re so tight,” he muttered under his breath as I began to move myself up and down – causing just the right amount of friction.

“God you feel better than I could ever imagine,” I muttered as Bucky thrust his hips towards mine – allowing himself even deeper. I moaned at this as I continued to ride him. I could feel myself tightening around him – my body already working towards its next orgasm. “Fuck, Bucky!” I exclaimed as I spilled over the edge – the deep contractions of my walls ushering on his own orgasm. He groaned as he stiffened – coating my walls with himself. I stilled around him until his orgasm ended and he softly raised me from his lap before laying beside me.

He snuggled close to me as our bodies finally began to relax. “Doll?” he asked as I turned around to face him. He grinned as he looked at me. “Anytime you want ice cream all you have to do is ask.”


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hc where dan is a new teacher at a school and he's v shy and he has a crush on the principle (aka phil) who's all professional and orderly and Phil goes in to dans class to watch him teach and do one of those evaluation things and Phil notices how flustered dan gets when they make eye contact and they fuck after class

Dan’s a good teacher. That’s what he’s worked for for years, right? Endless hours of schooling, to be a high school teacher at a somewhat-prestigious private school.

He smiled a lot, and was a good listener. He wasn’t the favorite teacher, or the cool one necessarily, but he was a good one. Even though he’d stutter and blush whenever the principle came within twenty feet of him.

Dan sighed, shuffling some papers on his desk. He was tired; he had gotten to school early to work, and he hadn’t even had coffee yet. He looked up when a boy walked in; a scrawny student with glasses, his nickname was Georgie and he loved Dan.

Dan tried to smile, running his fingers through his messy hair. “Hey Georgie,” he mumbled, stifling a yawn. “Early again?”

The boy nodded. “I need to study for the test today.”

Oh. That’s right, the test.

“Mmh, that’s smart of you,” Dan muttered, pushing the stack of papers to the side of his desk.

“Professor,” he started, stepping forward and tilting his head to the side. “You know about the inspection, right? You don’t look very prepared…” Georgie pointed to the mess on Dan’s desk; the scattered papers and piled up coffee cups.

Dan frowned, his heart dropping. “Inspection…? I didn’t hear about an inspection…”

The boy raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, the check up for the teachers today. The principle’s coming around during class…” he trailed off.

Dan’s eyes widened. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “Oops. I didn’t cuss, don’t tell your parents.” Georgie giggled.

He hadn’t known. Why had no one told him?

They probably had. He had been rather spacey recently.

“Well I’m screwed,” Dan mumbled, biting his lip. “Georgie, would you mind helping me clean up a bit…? I’ll give you extra credit…”

The boy nodded immediately, slinging off his bag and tossing it on the nearest desk.

“Sir?” Georgie smirked slightly, helping Dan with some of the mugs. “Do you have a crush on Mr. Lester?”

Dan immediately flustered, his face going red. “A crush? N-No, of course not, it’s… I wouldn’t call it a crush…” Dan swallowed, stumbling over his words. “You w-wouldn’t understand.”

Georgie rolled his eyes, straightening his glasses. “Whatever you say, professor.”

The rest of the day, Dan was a mess. He was sweaty and his hands were shaking, and he stuttered far too much.

The students were noticing; a few times one of them would raise their hand and ask what was wrong, and Dan would just deflect it. He couldn’t mess this up; he actually liked this job, he liked the kids. And it would hurt to be fired by the literal most attractive man he’d ever seen.

Damn it, he needed to get it together.

His literature class was the last to be inspected, which just made it worse. When the door finally quietly opened and shut and Phil Lester stepped through, Dan actually jumped.

“Uh, great,” he breathed, flashing the man a shaky smile and pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Guys, your principle is here to check me out.” He instantly realized what he had said, and his face went magenta. “Er, I didn’t mean…” he let his face fall into his hands; some of the kids laughed, and one whistled. “Nevermind.”

Phil chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Mr. Howell. Don’t worry, nothing too serious, I’m just here to observe.” He made a motion with his hand for Dan to continue. “Go on. Don’t mind me.”

The problem was, Dan did mind him. He was in the corner of his vision, in his fucking sexy tie and that look on his face…

Dan was sweating, and he stumbled over his words more than a few times, once even forgetting what he was saying all together.

He was a hot mess the whole time, and that’s why he wasn’t surprised when Phil stayed where he was after all of the students had trailed from the room.

Dan sighed, facing him and offering him a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry… that wasn’t the best class I’ve taught, I’ve been sick…”

Phil held out his hand, stopping him. “Please don’t worry, Mr. Howell. You’re not in trouble. I just have to ask you something.”

Dan frowned, his nerves getting the best of him, his stomach flipping. “Yes?”

Phil set down his clipboard, and straightening his glasses. “Are you scared of me, Dan?”

Dan raised his eyebrows, surprised by the question. “Scared… of you…?” Dan repeated.

Phil nodded, taking off the glasses and setting them down, stepping forward, and Dan’s breath caught.

“I couldn’t help but notice how nervous you looked,” Phil said calmly, and Dan swore he saw the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Your eyes kept… flickering to me, and you’d get distracted. Are you intimidated by me?”

Dan bit his lip, keeping Phil’s gaze, trying not to show how much of an effect he had on him.

“Was I? I suppose I’m just nervous about my job, I like working here…” he trailed off, sighing at the skeptical look on Phil’s face. “Okay. You caught me.” He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I have a tiny crush on you, it’s silly.”

Phil raised one eyebrow, stepping closer again, backing him against the desk. Now Dan was positive he was smirking, just the tiniest bit, and it was attractive as hell.

“Is that so?” He asked, his voice going low, and Dan’s eyes widened.

“Yes?” Dan squeaked, and cleared his throat. Phil chuckled.

“Well I don’t find that silly, Mr. Howell. It’s actually quite flattering.” He placed his hands on either side of Dan, leaning against the desk, effectively trapping him against the wood.

“Oh yeah?” Dan breathed. This was definitely a move. His heart skipped a beat, and he let his eyes flicker from Phil’s eyes to his lips. If he kissed him, Dan would pass out.

Phil smiled crookedly. “Yes. And if I’m being completely honest, I have the smallest crush on you as well.”

Dan’s face tinted even more pink, and he bit his lip. “R-Really?”

“Yes…” Phil drew a line up Dan’s jaw with his finger, hooking it under his chin and smirking. He moved close enough to Dan’s ear that he could feel his breath against his skin. “I think you’re cute. But you won’t let that distract you, will you professor?”

Dan swallowed, and Jesus, this was turning him on.

“No, of c-course not, sir,” Dan breathed, stifling a moan as Phil’s breath brushed his neck.

“Mmh,” Phil hummed in approval, and Dan could practically taste his grin. “Good boy.” And then Phil’s lips were against Dan’s throat, sucking gently, and Dan lost it.

His hands flew up, grasping at Phil’s shirt, and he let out a quiet whimper-moan combination. Phil chuckled, letting his hands fall to Dan’s waist and pulling him closer.

Dan threw his head back, giving Phil more access and whining as he bit down on Dan’s most sensitive spots. It was crazy how he knew all the places that would make Dan weak, when he hadn’t even touched him before.

“If we’re still being honest,” Phil growled under his breath, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Dan’s hair and pulling his head back. “I’ve wanted to do this since you started working here.”

Dan moaned from the combination of the words and the rough gesture. “Please…” he whined, squirming against Phil’s touch.

Phil smirked, nipping at a spot right under Dan’s ear. “Please what, baby?”

“I want you,” Dan muttered in response, hooking his fingers in Phil’s belt loops and pulling him closer so their hips were pressed together. “Please, Phil.”

Phil grinned, pulling Dan forward by the shirt and kissing him open mouthed. Dan kissed back immediately, letting Phil take control, moaning against his mouth as Phil slipped his tongue into Dan’s, gripping his waist.

Phil’s hands roamed Dan’s body and soon it was frantic, kissing him roughly and touching everywhere he could reach. Dan whimpered, bucking his hips into Phil’s, making Phil groan and hold him still, grinding against him.

Phil pulled back, his hair messy and his eyes flashing with pure lust.

“Clothes off,” he growled, moving over to the door and locking it.

Dan hurried to pull his jeans down when he collected himself, kicking them away as well as his shoes, tugging his sweater over his head. When Phil got back he kissed Dan again, loosening his tie.

“Pants,” he muttered, an order, and Dan nodded, falling to his knees and working at Phil’s zipper. He tugged them down, mouthing at the visible bulge in his boxers.

Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair with one hand and using the other to unbutton his shirt.

“Jesus, Dan,” he breathed. “You’re good with your mouth.”

Dan looked up at him, grinning and standing, pushing Phil’s shirt the rest of the way off. “Thanks.”

Phil pushed him back against the desk, kissing him hotly and grabbing at his ass, grinding against him. Dan moaned, a high pitched whine falling from his lips.

“Do you have…?”

“Yes,” Dan said immediately, moving to dig through the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a condom and then a small bottle of lube. Phil raised his eyebrows, and Dan shrugged. “What, I masterbate a lot,” he mumbled, coming back and wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck.

Phil smirked, kneading his ass and making Dan squeak. “Do you think about me?”

“Hell yeah,” Dan answered, breathless. “Now fuck me.”

Phil nodded, silently flipping Dan around, bending him over the desk. “Impatient,” he muttered, tutting and smoothing his hand over Dan’s ass.

Dan whimpered, burying his face in his arms and pushing back. “Please, sir, more.”

Phil tugged Dan’s boxers down swiftly, digging his nails into the soft flesh.

“Of course, babe,” he growled, pressing Dan’s face against the desk.

It didn’t take long to stretch him; Dan whined and pushed back on his fingers, transformed into a horny submissive teenager by Phil’s touch. It was adorable, and Phil could feel himself getting harder by the second.

Soon enough Dan was stretched enough, and Phil hurried to roll on the rubber and lube himself up, the anticipation in his stomach building.

He placed one hand firmly on Dan’s lower back and one was tangled in his hair, tugging as he pushed in without warning.

Dan cried out, muffling his moans of desperation by biting down on his hand. Phil groaned at the tight heat surrounding him, bottoming out slowly and digging his nails into Dan’s skin.

“So good,” he breathed huskily, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in. “So fucking good, Dan, so tight- look so good underneath me…”

Dan moaned, loud and feminine; Phil was a talker, and fuck, that turned him on. Phil snapped his hips suddenly, thrusting hard, filling Dan up completely and making him scream. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck-! Phil, fuck, harder-!” He felt Phil press his face into the desk harder, and he practically drooled, panting desperately.

Phil listened to him, speeding up his thrusts and fucking into him rough. He rolled his hips, groaning and gripping Dan’s hips.

“Fuck, Dan-” he moaned, lining himself up to Dan’s body to kiss down the back of his neck as he thrust into him. “Oh Jesus, you feel so good.”

He sped up as much as he could, the only noises in the room being Dan’s noises of pleasure as well and Phil’s groans, and the slapping of skin.

Dan nearly screamed as Phil pounded into his prostate over and over again, hitting him in just the right spots, and he could feel himself getting close.

He came without warning, over the desk, his moans loud as ever and high pitched and whiny.

Phil made a noise low in his throat at Dan’s sudden change of pitch, and the tightening around his cock, and came into him with one last thrust.

The next day, Dan wore a turtleneck to class.

betsforsythetrash  asked:

Alright Smut Queen, I'm gonna need a continuation of Bugheads make out scene but Betty is turned on by Jugheads new jacket, and maybe she ends up wearing it at some point??

Ok, here it is - the long awaited continuation, I really hope it’s what you wanted. This scene actually ruined me because every time I’m like is this too far??? I just remember what we actually saw and I’m like nope! I’ve sinned, my friends, I’ve sinned.
Warning: so much Bughead smut, all of the smut, a little feeling, but then more smut.

You Build Me Up, Believer


“I love you, Betty Cooper.”

Every inch of her froze, the words echoing in her ears as a silence settled over the trailer. The world felt as if it moved in slow motion as she turned to look at him. His beanie had been thrown casually to the side, leaving his dark, untamed waves ruffled and free. His shoulders were hunched in slightly as if he was braced for impact. But his eyes… Betty had never seen eyes so earnest, so open and giving. 

She took steady, paced out steps towards him, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features. 

“Jughead Jones,” she whispered, heart racing. “I love you.” She could see the weight lift from his body – she had never felt so light herself, as if this was the last thing that needed to be heard before they could give themselves to one another without interruption, without restraint. Jughead looked almost disbelieving, eyes shining in the dim light. He had never been more thankful for the existence of another human being. 

His hands cupped her cheeks as he bent forwards, kissing her once, twice, letting her know just how grateful he was to have her, to call her his own. She inhaled deeply, pressing her body against the length of his front, fingers placed delicately against his neck. He pulled back to look at her, this beautiful creature in his arms. She was smiling back at him, eyes slightly hooded, lips beginning to swell. He grinned, dipping down to grip her behind and pull her into his arms, revelling in the squeal she let out that rang through the trailer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, steadying herself as she looked down at him, loose, golden waves shrouding them both as they fell over his shoulders. 

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ok but one of the worst feelings is being touch starved

You want to touch, but it can’t be someone you don’t kinda trust, and you’re afraid to ask let alone do it because it fucking sucks when someone belittles your needs or thinks it’s silly, or worse, thinks it’s pathetic

like you’ve gone so so long without the touch you need that you are just desperate for it

but you feel stupid for asking, for needing it, so you usually don’t

which makes you need it more, because it’s like every day you don’t get nice touches the problem gets exponentially worse

and someone touching YOU is like heaven… but if you ask for that, it’s gonna nibble at your brain that it’s artificial, that they don’t really mean it, that they’re just humoring you

and it doesn’t get better in days or weeks or months, because it didn’t get that bad to begin with in days or weeks or months

and the literal WORST thing is someone scorning you for touching them, even though it’s perfectly within their rights to not want to be touched, it is just devastating to the psyche to have someone that you care about enough to want to touch get angry or disgusted or annoyed at you touching them

like

I just want kisses down my spine, on my forehead, someone nuzzling into me, someone hugging me so tight it’s hard to breathe, petting my hair, scratching my head, idly rubbing my back

I want to hold someone, hug them with all my strength, bury my face into their clothes and skin and hair, kiss someone all over, touch them everywhere and do it over and over, run my fingers through their hair, play with their hands and kiss their knuckles and the veins on their wrists

and it hurts, like, I get physically ill if I don’t get touch when I have those moments I desperately need it but feel too afraid to seek it

it doesn’t even really have to be sexual, or romantic

I just like touch.

And I haven’t had enough of it from the people I loved.

So now it’s kind of like a condition. Touch-starved.

And it fucking sucks.

Noticed

So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.

WARNING: Mature content

You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between your legs.

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Birthday Boy

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Reader (Female)

(ANONYMOUS) REQUEST PROMPT: Could you write a Peter Parker imagine where it’s Peter’s birthday and his girlfriend (the reader) can’t keep her hands off of him and just gives him lots of kisses? Thanks:)

WRITTEN BY: @spiderlingy / Krystal W.

WARNINGS: Extreme cuteness and fluff overload.

WORD COUNT: 1,572

PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR CLAIM THIS STORY AS YOUR OWN. REBLOGS ARE ALLOWED. REQUESTS ARE STILL OPENED. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED IN MY UPCOMING POSTS, PLEASE SEND ME A MESSAGE IN MY PRIVATE INBOX.

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     “Happy Birthday, Parker.” you whispered from behind Peter’s ear, causing him to turn around from his school locker to face you with a radiant smile. You rose onto your toes to leave a red-lipstick print on his cheek, soon satisfied with his giggles.

     You brought the bouquet of lavish roses that were hidden from behind your back. “These are for you, birthday boy.

     Peter reached for the bouquet in your hands and brought it to his face, the heavy fragrant scent filling his nostrils.

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HAPPY REALLY LATE BIRTHDAY, ZARA!
yes this is really late omg sorry me and Ilse wanted this to be perfect and ready for you on your birthday but life is really shitty you know? Anyways, sorry but we both hope you enjoy this! (I drew the fanart and Ilse wrote the fanfic to go with it) foolforfelton drucuh-melfoi


“Malfoy, no. I can’t do dirty talking!”

“I know talking is hard for you but come one, if you try.”

“No I won’t do it. This is just- no.”

“Are you scared?”

“You wish!”

“Then why not?”

“Because I can’t!”


“Yes you can!”

“You know what? I’ll show you. Just you wait.”

“Are you flying way? Harry? Where are you going? We’re in the middle of a quidditch game here! You can’t just- IS THAT THE SNITCH?! SWEET BABY MERLIN STAY AWAY FROM IT!”

*******

“What do you call a Gryffindor with one brain cell?”

Harry sighted while Draco sat down next to him in charms class.

“Stop the Gryffindor jokes. It’s your problem you lost the quidditch match this weekend. You should’ve paid attention to the game.”

“Well excuse me for trying to have a conversation,” Draco huffed.

“You were- Draco- no.” Harry was lost for words.

“I was trying to take our relationship to a next level.”

“Dirty talk is not a next level,” Harry whispered back at Draco.

The class had started in the time Harry and Draco were talking and professor Flitwick was asking for silence.

Draco continued talking to Harry. “I think we should try it. What could go wrong?”

“We can’t even have a normal conversation. Like right now,” Harry shot back.

“Oh come on. You can’t compare it to chit chatting.”

Harry thought for a moment, a smile slowly appearing on his face. “You know what, maybe you’re right.”

Draco raised one eyebrow. “I am? Why are you smiling?”

Harry bent towards Draco so his mouth was next to Draco’s ear. “Does this arouse you?” He whispered.

“Potter, not in class.”

“Draco, I want you to ride me like a young baby elephant right out of the womb.” Harry was silent for a few seconds when he couldn’t contain his laughter and snorted wile Draco cringed.

Draco had shut his eyes once done cringing from Harry’s statement and was now rubbing circles over his temples with his index fingers. “You’ll be my end,” he said in the most dramatic way he could. “You’ll finish the Malfoy name and destroy one of the most valued wizard families of Britain.”

The two had been too caught up in their conversation to notice the class falling silent.

“Is there something you’d like to share with us, Mr Potter? Mr Malfoy?” The tiny man said in his high pitched voice.

“No professor,” Draco answered before Harry could. “Harry was just telling me how much he likes baby elephants,” he finished with a fake smile.

Professor Flitwick obviously didn’t know how to respond. “Well, eh, potter, do that in your spare time, please.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said to his professor.

“Now let’s continue the lesson shall we?” Flitwick rubbed his tiny hands.

Draco bend towards Harry again and whispered: “a Gryffindor with one brain cell is called gifted in case you were wondering.”

*******

Harry knew that once an idea had found its way into Draco head it would nestle there and not leave until the idea had been acted upon. That’s why Harry made sure to have to most cringe worthy dirty lines, that weren’t that dirty because he’s Harry Potter, prepared at all times.

Whenever Draco would bring up the subject Harry would tell him how much he’d like to suck on his elbow or just the idea of Draco number painting (“what in Merlin’s name is number painting?”) was driving him mad.

******

It was Saturday evening and Draco and Harry’s usual group of friends had gotten together and were now occupying the best chairs in the Slytherin common room.

Ron had brought his chessboard and was trying to play a game with Harry. Whenever Harry and Ron were trying to play a game of chess Draco would swoop in at one point and start giving Harry suggestions on his next move which most of the time led to Ron telling Draco to ‘do it yourself if you’re so good then’.

Pansy was showing Hermione her nail polish that changed colour every hour. She had convinced Hermione her nails deserved more than biting.

Dean, Seamus and Theodore Nott were passing a bottle of fire whiskey between the three of them.

And Neville and Goyle spent their evenings talking about Herbiology and Neville’s latest plant interests. Although it was Neville that did the talking while Goyle ate his way through the snacks and nodded at the right moments. A talent he had probably picked up while listening to Draco’s endless Potter-Rants.

Blaise Zabini could come back from his headboy duties any moment. It was an unspoken agreement the party didn’t start without Blaise being there.

A few minutes before ten, he entered the Slytherin common room and everyone left their places to sit in a semi-circle beside the fire. Seamus had pulled out a party and the weekly story passing started. The getting together wasn’t much but the idea of having friends and being a group was what kept each and every one of them going.

Everyone was having a great time. Their faces were red from laughing and maybe from drinking a little too much alcohol.

Harry looked to his right at smiled at Draco, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. He had tears from laughing in the corners of his eyes. Ron had told everyone Draco had dared Harry to a duel in their first year.

Harry reached for Draco’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Draco looked over at Harry and for a moment it was just the two of them. The chatter around them soften and all Harry could hear was his own heart beat. Draco eyes were a pool of silver and all he wished to do was to drown in them. He assumed Draco thought the same because his eyes started to dilate and — ever so slowly — their faces inched close and closer. Right before they were only inches apart from their lips, Harry got hit with a cashew on his forehead.

Harry’s head shot to the left where he saw Ron sitting with a hand full of nuts, an eyebrow arched up, and a playful grin on his face. “Harry, we asked you what happened after the supposed-to-be-duel. Stop gazing into each other’s eyes, will you?” Ron huffed.

Harry managed to smile back, though the stinging on his head made it hard for him. “Calm down with the nuts. Draco is the one that likes them in his face, not me.” Harry said, rubbing his forehead, and earning a punch on his arm from Draco and some laughs from the others.

Harry knew Ron, Hermione or Neville could just as well tell the story of Fluffy but they let him do it. He didn’t talk a lot when they were in a group and he didn’t necessarily want to but his friends didn’t want him to feel left out and he felt grateful for it.

He told his friends about the dog. He didn’t tell whose it had been for legal issues, and luckily no one asked. The evening came to an end when Harry finished with Snape’s riddle, the group started and yawning and from there everyone said their goodnight and left to bed. From behind him he heard Pansy telling Blaise they had made a bet about what happened to Harry in their first year and that she had won so he still owed her two galleons after seven years.

Harry and Draco were the only two that stayed in their seats. Ron had learned long ago he didn’t have to wait up for Harry if he was in Draco’s company.

Draco wrapped his arm around Harry and kissed his cheek. “What about we head to my room?” he whispered into Harrys ear.

“Or we hit the Room of Requirement first?” Harry smirked, sliding his hand in the inside of Draco’s thigh. Draco practically purred when he responded: “If that’s what you want.”

Draco and Harry held hands while running through the empty hallways of Hogwarts that led them to the Room of Requirement. The thrill of what they were going to do was exhilarating.

With Harry’s cloak draped over both of them, they arrived only ten minutes later in front of the wall that would lead them to the room. They stood still, Harry pulled the cloak off of both and them and looked at Draco. “I know I don’t say this a lot, but I’m the luckiest guy in the entire wizarding world for having you as mine and I love you.” Harry didn’t dare to look Draco in the eyes when he told him he loved him. He didn’t do it a lot, and most of the time Draco brushed it off and changed the subject. It hurt but it didn’t stop Harry from feeling the way he did.

This time Harry didn’t have to get hurt, he didn’t need to fear rejection. Draco’s fingertips pushed his head up, forcing Harry to look him in the eye. Slowly he came closer, making Harry want to move forward and connect their lips. Finally Draco closed the gap and pressed his lips against Harry’s, making Harry’s heart pump faster.

After a moment, maybe even two, Harry pulled back. Draco looked him lovingly in the eyes. “You’re deciding tonight,” he told Harry.

Harry thought for a moment and settled on a room he was sure Draco would like before he started passing.

After walking past the wall three times, a huge wooden door appeared, forming an entrance for Draco and Harry.

Draco stepped forward to open the door and let Harry enter first. Once inside, they both stopped walking abruptly.

The room was exactly what Harry had asked except for one tiny little detail, everything was pink.

“Harry, what did you do?” Of course Draco thought Harry had made the room pink because he was the one that had been walking.

“I didn’t do this,” Harry told Draco.

“Then how did this happen?”

“I have honestly no idea. Does it matter?”

As a response Draco turned around and put his hand on Harry’s waist, pulling him closer.

“I was just worried your mind went pink, that’s all.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“Shut up will you?” Draco whispered before kissing Harry.

The sheer pressure of Draco’s lips against his made Harry’s mind so clear. He felt everywhere Draco touched him, his fingers gripping his waist.

Harry reached up to cup Draco’s cheek, slowly moving his lips against Draco’s.

Draco slid his hands down to Harry’s hips and started playing with them hem of his shirt. The only thing Harry wanted at that moment was for Draco to lift his shirt off him.

Draco didn’t and continued playing with Harry, slowly kissing him.

Draco finally slipped one hand under Harry’s shirt and Harry was hyper aware of Draco’s fingertips sliding over the side of his body.

Slowly Draco removed Harry’s shirt, taking his glasses off first. With Draco’s hands now in his hair, Harry reached for Draco’s pants and undid the button, slowly sliding down his zipper.

Draco’s kisses began to get sloppy due to his arousal.

The king sized bed in the corner practically screamed for Harry to push Draco onto it. And so he did. Slowly, he removed his hands from Draco’s hips and started pushing Draco towards the bed.

He could feel Draco smiling against his lips. Harry knew he loved this.

Harry removed the smile from Draco’s face by pushing his legs against the bed and making him fall backwards, landing on the soft covers.

Come on, Potter. What are you going to do to me?“ Draco teased with a shit eating grin on his face while Harry climbed on top of him.

"Well if you’re asking. I’m going to spread myself over you like peanut butter jelly.” Harry kissed Draco’s neck.

Draco groaned in annoyance. “Come on, Harry.”

“Don’t you get it that even when you ask for it I won’t give it to you, simply because I said no.” Harry hovered a few inches above Draco.

Draco sighed. “Yes, I get it. I just wanted to try this. But I guess you are more important to me than some sexual experiment.”

“Good,” Harry answered before leaning onto Draco and kissing him once again.

Harry felt himself getting more aroused every second he spent kissing Draco.

He could feel Draco was too by the way he gripped Harry tightly and had unconsciously started moving his hips.

Harry, ignoring the cramp in his arms, slid his hand down under Draco’s shirt and lifted it so he could touch his entire torso. Harry slowly kissed his way to one of Draco’s nipples, making Draco’s muscles flex in pleasure.

Harry trailed kisses upwards to Draco’s neck after a while, knowing how much Draco liked to be kissed there. He understood why Draco did. The burning sensation whenever Draco kissed him there, such a sensitive and weak spot of the erogenous human body. Draco moaned out openly as he felt Harry’s teeth scrape the skin of his Draco’s neck, bucking wildly as he did.

“Harry…” Draco begged.

Harry grinned wickedly. He loved this feeling, having the upper hand in bed. He snaked his other hand to his trousers and scrabbled and pushed until his jeans were halfway down his legs and the boxer-briefs at least out of the way. Harry grinned when his fingers found the other’s cock, slick with precum. It was slender, warm. Draco’s hands were restless, squeezing, pulling. He’d grabbed Harry’s arse a moment ago, hooking Harry’s leg over his waist as he rocked against Harry’s erection, dampening his trousers in the process and suddenly it wasn’t enough. There was too much—he wasn’t close enough even with Draco wrapped around him like Devil’s Snare. He just… really wanted to be naked.

“Get these off.” Draco said, as if Harry been thinking out loud.

“Yes,” Harry gasped, hand sadly leaving draco’s prick in favor of shucking his trousers. Harry tugged them quickly and yelped as a warm mouth closed over his neglected cock. “Oh, god,” he hissed again.

Draco moaned, trying to swallow as much of him as possible before he gagged a little with eagerness. Harry shushed him, a hand pulling and stroking his blonde hair. Draco backed off and coughed before returning to suck and lap at the crown of Harry’s cock.

“Draco…” He gasped, tugging him up to kiss him one last time, before kneeling in between Draco’s legs, his face riveted by the sight of himself about to enter Draco’s body.

“You’re so perfect…” he pushes forward gently, sounding a little breathless, and moans openly when he pushes himself all the way inside Draco. He grabbed his face and pressed their lips together. Draco eagerly opens his mouth, arms cradling Harry’s back as he plundered his mouth. He began to thrust shallowly, hips rolling as much as they could without leverage. Harry moved in Draco’s embrace, moaning into his mouth when his cock hit Draco’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Their thrust started moving faster every passing second. Moans escaping each other’s mouths

“Merlin, so hot, so tight, so fucking good… I want – yes—” Harry’s speech disintegrates into senseless sounds, and then, “Draco…” Harry sounds wrecked as tremors run through his body, his cock pulsing inside Draco as he comes in an almighty rush. He lets his head fall onto Draco’s shoulder and lies there, half-clinging, half-trembling, his face pressed into Draco’s perspiring skin.

“I love you, too.” Draco whispers into Harry’s ear after a while. Harry looks up, meeting beautiful pools of grey. He presses one last kiss into those sweet pink lips and lies back down next to Draco with a loving smile on his face.

Tainted Love (part 4)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: Sorry it’s taken so long to post this! I’ve been trying to get caught up with school work annnddddd NAU sent me a letter the other day. Also I can’t make a masterlist for this fic??? Tumblr won’t let me link anything. Anyways, I hope ya like this part :)


It had been a couple of days and Lance stayed away from you, not wanting to fuck things up more than he already did. But he wanted to see you; he really wanted to see you, to hear your voice which he found so calming; but he stayed back.

So here he was at a bar getting drunk off his ass, scanning the crowded room for a piece of ass to take home. No one sparked his interest right away, not until his gaze set on a busty brunette on the dance floor, shaking her ass and attracting a few guys.

Lance downed his drink, slammed it down onto the bar counter and stood up all while keeping his eyes on her. He pushed passed the guys who were already undressing her with their eyes until he was in front of her. The woman smirked, flicked her hair to one side and pressed her back to Lance’s front. Instinctively his hands go to her waist, pulling her onto him even more so that he could create greater friction.

The woman turned around and wrapped her arms around Lance’s neck, pulling him down for a messy, drunk kiss. The kiss was hot, needy, sloppy. Her hands trailed up and down his chest, stopping at the buttons to undo and that’s when Lance pulled away.

“Your place or mine?” he was breathless.

“Yours.” and her lips were back on his.


They stumble into Lance’s apartment, hands roaming everywhere, touching everything. Lance kicked the door shut while the brunette worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once she was done, he shrugged it off and went back to kissing her. His fingers found the zipper to her dress and in one swift motion, the dress fell to the floor.

It wasn’t until the woman started unbuckling his pants that he stepped back. He didn’t want this - not with her. It felt wrong. So, so wrong. The whole time he pictured you, kissing you. But when reality set in, he couldn’t. Not with her.

The woman, breathless, looked over at Lance confused. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes lock with hers and he licks his lips, running his fingers through his gelled hair. “I can’t do this.”

“What?” then she smirked. “Don’t tell me you couldn’t get it up.”

“See that’s the problem.” he pouted. “It doesn’t get up for fake tits.”

The woman gasped, covering her exposed chest while she glared at Lance. “Fuck you!”

Lance smirks, watching as she picked her dress up from the floor to put it back on.

“You know, many other guys were dying to take me home.” she huffed.

Lance crossed his arms over his chest. “Yet you came home with me.”

“You asked.”

“And you could’ve denied.”

The woman rolled her eyes and zipped her dress back up. “And to think, you could’ve had all this.”

Lance snorts. “I like my women tight and from the way you were dancing tonight, it looks like you’ve had many guys in and out of-”

The brunette slaps him with force, causing his head to turn to the side. Not gonna lie, it stung. The woman left his apartment and Lance sat on his couch, holding his cheek. No doubt you felt it as well.


You walk into the gym with Hope and Maggie, sporting a red mark on your cheek.

“Oh my god what happened?” Ben questioned, motioning to your cheek.

Hope rolled her eyes and went over to assist Maggie.

“Lance must’ve gotten slapped or something.” you shrug.

“Speaking of Lance…” Ben gestured over his shoulder and your eyes followed until you locked eyes with Lance who was leaning up against the wall.

“Great..”

Excusing yourself from Ben, you walk over to Lance, causing him to stand up straight. “Why are you here?”

He nods his head over to Maggie. “Came to watch her practice.”

“You did that already.” you say as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Alright, you caught me.” he smiles at you, holding up both his hands. “I came to see you.”

“Bullshit.” you spat.

“No, it’s true - holy shit, your cheek.” he softly touches the red mark and you move away, frowning at him.

“Yeah, what the hell happened?”

He blushed. “I um.. Some girl I was gonna fuck slapped me cause I said some stupid shit to get her out of my apartment.”

“Well thanks for getting slapped. That shit hurt.” you mumble. Lance chuckles softly, saying sorry. “So, you didn’t fuck her?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm.. That’s not like you.”

“And what would you know about me?” he folds his arms.

“Lance Tucker, fucks anything and everything with tits and an ass.” you respond.

Lance chuckled. “Seems about right.” he plays with the hem of his jacket. “But I couldn’t fuck her when you were all I could think about. Which brings me to my next question; will you go on a date with me?”

You fold your hands in front of you. “Lance Tucker, also not one to go on dates.”

“That was until you.” he smirked. “I haven’t been able to get you outta my head since I first met you. Maybe it’s because we’re soulmates or maybe it’s because there’s something about you that I really like, either way I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You bite your lip. “I dunno dude.”

He sighs. “I know I’ve said some dumb shit before but that’s just how I am. I’ll change if it means you’ll give me another chance.”

“You shouldn’t have to change for anyone, Lance.” you sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

Lance smiles. It was better than a straight up no.

“I’ll text you or something - give me your phone.” you add.

Lance unlocks his phone and hands it over to you. You quickly type in your number and save your contact before giving him his phone back.

“I’ll see you later, I’ve got to-” you look over at Hope who was about to hand over her water bottle to Maggie. “Hope, no!”

“What? It’s just water.”

You start making your way over to them. “We both know that isn’t water.”

Lance laughs, watching you snatch away the water bottle and argue with Hope before leaving the gym, happy that he now had your phone number and you would consider going on a date with him.


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