#lanceloved

[fou-dro-yant]

Can someone please make Lance art that doesn't whitewash him, twinkify him, mischaracterizes him as a Chad, or makes him look like a stuck up jerk😞🤕 when I imagine him I imagine a laios type build.. Please stop drawing him like he's obsessed with body building. J might just jump off a cliff.!..🤕

[spicyclover]

Boobs in Boobland

Summary: Jealous Lance is something else

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comments section!

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

The holidays suit you well. You are relaxed, you are rested, and above all, you are satisfied. Oh yes, you are satisfied. After complicated weeks, the summer holidays have finally arrived. You can’t be happier. That’s why you didn’t tell Lance you were going under the French sun for the next week. You two, on a beach, near the sea, away from the city's noise, pollution and gossip. Tranquillity is all you’ve asked for this year.

You’re sunbathing on the beach and sipping a cocktail on your second day. The orange colour reminds you of the burning sun of last night, the sweat on your skin, the salty water on your lips and the lust of Lance between your legs. Since you arrived on the sunny coast, you don’t stop. It doesn’t matter when and where, as long as the urge is there. There is letting go of what you like from Lance, which gives you uncontrollable desires.

You feel the sun caressing your skin, your hat on your head to protect your face, and you listen to the sound of the waves that will come. You hear the pages of Lance’s book turn one after the other in a steady rhythm. That’s what you love about a vacation. That need to do nothing, on a beach sipping cocktails all day. You inhale deeply before you get on your stomach. You close your eyes and feel the sleep wave carry you out to sea.

Lance gradually loses his attention from his book. He does not like to be inactive for too long. He does not want to do anything for hours; it is already the second day. He leaves his book and observes the ocean in the distance. He doesn’t want to swim. He doesn’t want to read. He doesn’t want to do anything. He sighs as he looks at you. Your breathing is slow, and you’re gone. He finds it useless to wake you up after all. You’re the one who wanted his vacation. He watches families playing with their children. He watches young people playing volleyball. He watches the waves collapse on the sandbar. Boring.

To forget his boredom, he heads to the bar. The bartender quickly takes his order and looks around him distractedly. A strange feeling of someone watching him overwhelm him. He turns around and meets the look of a young woman. She is beautiful. Brown hair, hypnotic eyes and a smile to make any loyal man yield. Lance smiles timidly before turning his eyes away. A few seconds pass before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps and curls at this contact, which is not his. He quickly turns around to meet the eyes of the young woman who has just crossed his gaze.

"Lena," she says with a cheerful smile. Lance clears his throat before responding. She knows that Lance is uncomfortable, and it makes her giggle. She presses her hand on his shoulder again as she approaches him. "We could. You know. Go somewhere else."

Lance’s eyes widen at this proposition, and he looks around him, hoping to find help. The woman passes her hand lazily over his arm, and he blushes intensely. "She's attractive and yet totally terrifying." He thinks. He begets before politely refusing the tempting proposal. Lance swings her hand back toward the bar. He turns around, hoping she will go away and get the message. He grabs his phone quickly. She doesn't waste her time and goes away, probably searching for her next target. He grabs his phone quickly.

To love :  You’re never going to deviate from what just happened! Lancelove: What?!? To love :  Some girl just hit on me. 

You look up at the bar, where you can see a glimpse of Lance at the bar next to a gorgeous mannequin.  

Lancelove: Oh cool! Is she pretty?  To love :  Well, yeah! Pretty creepy. Lancelove: HAHAHA! Good for you.  To love :  Not jealous? Lancelove:  Should I be?  To love :  No.  Lancelove: Then no. I love you, and I know you love me. Why would I be scared of a random girl?  To love :  Don’t know… Lancelove: Love haha! Stop worrying. You did nothing wrong. But if she attempts something else, she will feel my fist. To love :  Hahah! Coming soon.  Lancelove: Good! Take your time. I’m talking to Chad. 

It is low of you, but you can help it. 

To love :  Who’s Chad?  Lancelove: A surfer. He’s nice!  

You smile at your text, knowing Lance too well. He can’t help but be jealous of other men. It’s not your first rodeo with this. You never mind Lance being hit on by girls because you know he is coming back home to you at the end of the day. 

To love : 

K. 

Lance’s heart missed a beat. How dare this « surfer » to talk to you? Everyone knows you’re his girlfriend. He pays the bartender before heading quickly to the loungers where you are. He hurries by your side, and you laugh when you see his eyes looking for this famous Chad. You take your glass from Lance’s hands.

"Not funny,"

"Oh yes! You should see yourself." You giggle, sipping the drink. 

Lance’s gaze comes down to your chest, which is exposed to the open. He likes your breasts. He can spend all day and all night cuddling them, but it’s his. No one has the right to see that part of you reserved for him. He didn’t spend months chasing you so you could show up on the beach, let alone on social media.

"What are you doing? Put your top back on!" He says, taking his towel to cover you.

You raise your eyes to the sky by grabbing the towel with your hand to stop him. You rest your glass on the small bedside table between you and turn to him again.

"Lance, look around. There's nothing but boobs for as far as the eye can see—boobs in Boobland. Nobody cares about mine."

"They will when they're on the cover of some sleazy tabloid." He growls in his beard. He gets up and picks up your things quickly. You look at him in shock. You certainly don’t understand this change in attitude. Yes, you know he’s jealous, but at this point? "All right. We're going back to the room." You don't argue more and put your shirt on.

He reaches out, and you catch his hand. You walk quickly to the hotel room. He does not exchange words the whole way back and even in the elevator. His hand grabs yours tightly. A feeling of apprehension invades you, and you do not know what to expect. The floors go up, and you can’t help but get a thousand scenarios in your head.

The doors open, and you walk quickly to your room. He lets go of your hand and locks himself in the bathroom, leaving you unpunished. Well, this is confusing. All this jealousy thing for nothing? Not even sex. He's just upset. This is a real bummer. You are about to turn your heels when the bathroom door opens again, and Lance looks at you. His eyes are black with desire. It’s hard to swallow when you look at what’s in his hands.

Handcuffs.

It has been a while since you've used those. You’re not a fan of this masochism. You don’t like to be held against your sandstone. You want to touch, smell, taste and see. You tried a few times with Lance to please him, but you failed to feel the pleasure he brought you each time.

"On the bed." His voice is dark. You swallow again, but you do as you're been told.

You sit at the edge of the bed, waiting for him. Lance is not satisfied with what you’re doing, so he grabs you firmly by the thigh and lifts you up before letting go in the middle of the bed. He's above you, handcuffs holding your first grip to attach them to the bars of the bed. He squeezes a little stiff, and you whimper in pain. He intimidates you to shut up.

"You've been a naughty girl." He says, rapping your shirt off. You breathe deeply. Your chest is no longer covered. You feel the breeze of the wind entering the room, making you curl. Or is it Lance’s greedy look that makes you think that? "You don't want to be a naughty girl, don't you?"

You look at him. You wait for the rest. The excitement goes up a notch. He plays a game. He knows how to make you want, how to make you come without even touching you. He knows your weak points.

"Answer me."

"No, Lance."

"No, who?"

"No, master."

From that moment on, everything becomes an intense blur. All you remember is how many times you moaned unnamed. The number of marks he left on your body, grabbing, sucking, getting hard. The overstimulation feeling you can't deny. He's the real deal.

You didn’t even take the time to go down to eat. A simple pizza did the trick. He fed, pampered, and loved you with all his being. He showed you that you belong to him and that he belongs to you. It was around the stroke of midnight that the handcuffs left your sore wrists, and you were finally able to touch him.

You spent the rest of your night loving him. In the early morning, exhausted by the scorching night, you stayed in bed. It is he who finally dragged your bodies to the bathtub to take a relaxing bath.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in your ear.

You giggle a bit, sore from the previous night. You use your strength to turn to face him and grab his head.

"I must admit. It is the first time the handcuff made me come."

[augment-techs]

Chip: What are your rules on lab safety? Clare: Drink whatever’s in that beaker. Chip:... Clare: I know you fucking want to.

[bukbot]

gay

Are they gay.

[spoongay-blog]

welcome to boy club!! owo

uwu !!!!!!!!!!! thank u leowo

[dare-i-say-asexual]

i always lose my shoes bc i forget to take them off when I come through the door and I just take them off at random places around the house

this would all be solves if we all just kept shoes in a rack at the front door or inside near the front door. they’ll always be there when you come back!

[pro-shance]

nyallie

me: takes my phone off of airplane mode

me: sees this

me, running out in front of the planes: hit me!! hit me cowards!! do it!!

[logan-sanders-is-my-binch]

Okay but

Lance is a fuccing sweetheart, This is a call out post, someone tag them because im too scared too sksksk

[gaytiduss]

reasons tidus is trans

- he is

[cynical-cemeteries]

finished some silly little incorrect quotes for rashad!! all of these are definitely canon to me

i have a few extra that won't fit in this post because of the image limits,, so i'll add my extras in a separate rb

also wanted to mention: the formatting of the pictures might feel A Little Bit Awkward,, but i wanted to organize it in a way that doesn't awkwardly cut off some of the pictures & their quotes

original post credits will be at the bottom

post credits:

@/plaguedocboi

@/sensualthoughtsofstevebuscemi

@/ohboy

@/kramergate

@/ayem

@/r00dd00d (twitter)

@/rawkfist

@/bombing

@/firegf

@/lanceloved

[letkeithinfodump]

hey arbor im gay

hey leo me too

[bukbot]

im gay

Im gay too bukbot can you help me i'm being hunted after by the ancient road line, but I think it is a hen adopts a duckling and they all seem fake to me to my doc at work, since the glow was very well be honest with you bukbot.

[spoongay-blog]

What's he doing? He's making the wrong face! Look who just sent me a text! Welcome to the world inside your phone where everyone is expected to act one way their whole life. Aww... snap! Ow. My name is Gene and I'm supposed to be a "meh". Mehh. You know, like "meh, who cares?" My problem is I have more than one emotion. Check this out! Huh, huh? Ha ha ha! Son, please tell me you weren't laughing just now. What if you get sent out on the phone making the wrong face?

i cant read suddenly

[countrygals2014]

They’re not quite enemies. Not really friends. #LanceLove

They’re not quite enemies. Not really friends. #LanceLove

  Blurb:

**An Amazon Top 10 Bestseller** They’re not quite enemies. Not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension and neither will give in. Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love…

[pro-shance]

ffhfhgkybhghhh nya

what the fuck

[cutebi-moved]

lanceloved replied to your post: this movie is starting to get scarier than i...

what muwuvie

its called what happened to monday, its on netflix and its about a future where the planet is so over populated that they had to implement a rule that there could be no more siblings, any extra kids get put into cryosleep indefinitely (aka whenever the world is in a good place population wise and we can start waking them up again) and its about these seven identical sisters (named after the days of the week) who all take on the identity of the same person for one day of the week each.... its good so far but just. that idea is so unsettling ahjrggg