#lancexreader

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 4

“Are you not mad that I hid the truth?”

Sitting in the diner, you shake your head.

“You were asked by a sentient being, why would I be mad? I understand how important such instructions are. Regardless, we’re together now.”

Sweets nods, reaching over the table and taking your hand.

“When I saw you that day I almost gave in. You looked so enamored and I know it was selfish, but I was elated when I learned that you hadn’t found someone else. Is that wrong of me?”

You shake your head with a grin.

“I would have been very much the same.”

The love you felt for him, you’ve never had it for anyone else.

“I am curious, is Sweets a vessel?”

He shook his head.

“He’s merely a persona, much like the one you created. When I was brought back a few decades ago I knew I had to adjust to the times. So much had changed. Do you think it suits me?”

“Very much. You’ve always been quite knowledgeable.”

His grin is a bit bigger as he lifts his chin.

“I suppose humanity does suit me.”

You giggle.

“It does.”

Being able to sit here and talk with him, touch him, it’s more than you ever thought that you would experience. Sweets takes in the content expression and he squeezes your hand a bit tighter.

“(Y/N).”

You hum.

“I would like to lay with you tonight.”

You tilt your head as you grab a fry.

“Is that not what we have been doing for the past week?” You joke.

For the last couple nights that’s how you ended up. In each other's arms.

His expression changes to one that is a bit contemplative.

“I suppose the phrasing is different in this time. What I mean is, I would like to make love to you.”

You stop chewing almost immediately, eyes wide.

Sweets’s expression shows only desire.

“I want to feel you, the way we did so many times before. I want to touch every part of your body, kiss every inch..”

The more he confesses the hotter you feel. You mean to tell him that he doesn’t have to wait till tonight. You can easily call in sick and let Booth handle things for the day. Apparently the universe has other plans.

“Hey, Sweets!”

Booth’s voice breaks your focus and he grins, taking a seat and joining the both of you. Brennan follows, sitting at his side.

“Bones and I need some shrink advice.” Booth informs.

You really wish he was better at reading the room.

“We have a scheduled time Booth. We’re trying to enjoy lunch.” Sweets says.

“Come on, quid pro quo remember?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just goes on to explain his problem. You know Sweets has no choice but to engage. The remainder of lunch you pick at your fries, trying to distract yourself from the words that he’d previously stated. You can’t even really focus on their discussion.

A hand slides over your thigh and you bite your lip when Sweets gives you a firm squeeze.

The hours that follow you find yourself distracted. You’ve decided that it’s probably better to keep your distance from Sweets until the day has come to an end to avoid jumping him. Maybe you should have been more discrete, because he’s noticed the avoidance and as a last resort, he feels he needs some advice.

“Booth, can I ask you something?”

It’s uncommon for him to show up at Booth’s office for advice of all things.

“Sure, hit me.” Booth is currently playing with a ball, so it’s apparent that he isn’t really paying attention.

“I made a..proposition for (Y/N) today and I think it might have scared her off.”

Booth quirks a brow.

“What kind of proposition are we talking about?”

Sweets sends him a look, and a grin makes its way on his face.

“Sweets you dog.”

He sighs, taking a seat.

“Maybe I was too hasty.”

“Come on, let’s be real. We all saw that make out session. So here’s my advice. She’s probably keeping her distance because she’s ready for that proposition, but she wants to remain professional at work.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. That or she’s uncomfortable and just doesn’t want to see your face.”

“Was that really necessary?”

Booth laughs.

“You asked for help, I’m giving it.”

Sweets just lets out a sigh as he stands.

“Well, I’ve learned my lesson. Goodbye.”

Booth waves as Sweets exits the room.

The day carries on, and when you’re finally off, you stack the complete files. The day feels as though it has dragged on. Sweets has no doubt already left. You did tell him that you were going to be late. So he’s definitely already at your apartment. You smile to yourself.

There are some perks that came with being as powerful as you are. Closing your office door, you reach for your bag. Closing your eyes, you step forward, now standing in the familiar walls of your home.

The first thing you notice is the extra pair of shoes. You practically toss your bag.

Sweets walks from around the corner.

“(Y/N), I apologize. Maybe I was too forward about my-”

You don’t give him a chance to finish the sentence. You’re already kissing him and he hums, pulling you in. The minute you both part, you smile.

“I..I was worried that I might have made an unreasonable request.”

“No such thing. I’ve been distant because my self restraint was being tested. There are far too many hours in the day.”

You run your hand along his cheek, and he closes his eyes. Enjoying the feeling.

“Am I dreaming..”

You shake your head.

“This is real.”

[penguiduck]

Chapters: 20/22 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime), Pocket Monsters: Gold & Silver & Crystal | Pokemon Gold Silver Crystal Versions, Pocket Monsters: Red & Green & Blue & Yellow | Pokemon Red Green Blue Yellow Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wataru | Lance/Reader, Wataru | Lance/Original Character(s) Characters: Wataru | Lance, Kenji | Tracey Sketchit, Ookido Yukinari-hakase | Professor Samuel Oak, Reader, Original Pokemon Trainer(s), Sakaki | Giovanni, Rocket-dan | Team Rocket, Kimono Girls, You Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Chaptered, Fluff, Realistic, Romance, Banter, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Confusion, Love Triangles Summary:

Dragon Master Lance of the Elite Four. It's quite a title. Does he live up to it?

At first, you're not too impressed with his arrogance, despite his resume. But, as with many things, there is always an opportunity to learn and grow.

And, who knows? Maybe one day, you'll fall in love.

[Reader x Lance]

[carbonfellow]

This was the other Balan Wonderworld fanfic I wrote, this time centering on Lance and the OC I hinted at in Departure Arrival.

Warnings: Vaguely hinted at off-screen s/xual activity

Other tags: Fluff

Not the summary I used on AO3 and not graceful in any way, but it works: One of the inhabitants refused to help Leo fight Lance. After his defeat, he found her again and fled deeper into Wonderworld to keep giving her easy days of bliss. Lance worries that one day she’ll decide to shoulder the pain of reality again and leave him behind.

I don’t have as much to say about this one since it’s a one-shot, but I’ll tag any of those posts with #LanceTGWTNC in case anyone wants to follow or block it.

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Lance X !Fat Reader X Lotor - Race to Your Heart Ch.1

Just something I started to write to try and get me out of this weird ass funk I’ve been in for the last few weeks. Hopefully, I’ll get my mojo back soon so I can finish putting out my commissions and some new content. Well, tell me what you think, not really used to doing this whole ‘love triangle thing’.

You could feel his piercing eyes skimming over your body again. Ever since Lotor proclaimed he was on your guys’ side, the Galra man had been eyeing you every chance he could and needless to say, it was getting on your nerves. “Alright, great job team!” Coran’s voice broke you of your wondering thoughts as you smiled up at the screen joining in on congratulating the team on another successful mission. Placing a hand on your wide hip, you glanced back at the purple skinned man and gave him a glare. Keeping your voice down so Coran wouldn’t hear, you hissed out words hoping to stop his stares. “Look Lotor, I’m not sure what’s so fascinating about me, but stop staring, got it?” Removing your hand from your hip, you crossed your arms over your chest as you gave him your best resting bitch face. Seeing a dust of color go across his purple cheeks made you curious as he cleared his throat before addressing you. “Do forgive me (Y/N), it’s just that…” Before he could finish his thought, the doors of the control room slid open; the team piling into the room and a certain blue paladin bounding over to you with a smirk on his face. “(Y/N), my favorite girl, this creep bothering you?” Throwing his arms over your shoulders, he brought your soft form to his as you remained stiff. “Lance, I’m fine. I can take care of myself.” Trying to pull yourself from his grip was futile as he kept a firm grasp on your shoulder. Sighing, your gaze went back up to Lotor who was glaring at Lance’s hand as if the limb would fall off the harder he looked at it. “I know you can baby, but wouldn’t it be easier if I just took care of you?” Giving you a flashy smile, the blue paladin moved his hand down to your plush waist. Giving a quick glance to Lotor, his eyes were glued on Lance’s hand which was now giving your soft waist a squeeze. You swore lasers would shoot out of his eyes if he stared any harder. Shoving Lance’s hand off your body, you took a step to the side, putting space between you and the very flirty Cuban man. “No. Why don’t you try wooing some alien girl, you’ll have better luck at that.” With those words, you started making your way out of the control room needing to talk to Pidge A.S.A.P. Lance stared wide eyed at the door you just left out of. “Was it something I said?” Lotor scoffed and glared at the paladin. “More like everything you just did.” Quickly turning toward the Prince, Lance sent him a glare. “What the hell does that mean?” “Easy, (Y/N) didn’t want your filthy hands on her like that,” Lotor turned and started making his way out of the control room too before turning back to Lance. “Besides, why would she waste time with a measly human like yourself when she could have a Galra Prince?” Giving the blue paladin a smirk, Lotor made his way out, fully hoping to find you somewhere in the castle. -- “Ugggh, why’s this so weird?” You threw your head back in frustration as Pidge gave you a pointed look as she continued typing away trying to crack some new code. “It’s not weird at all, isn’t that what boys usually do?” Glancing back at the green paladin you sat back up, crossing your legs and leaning over a bit to see the many lines of ones and zeros blinking back at you. “Honestly Pidge, I don’t know. This is my first real experience with boys acting like this.” After you said those words, the most amazing thing happened, Pidge stopped working. “Wait, what?” Apparently this new information was shocking enough for her to stop her research and actually have a legitimate “girl talk” as they say. “Y-You stopped working…” Glancing at the girl and the computer, you were speechless. “Yeah, yeah, I can stop when I want you know, but back to you,” Pidge scooted closer to you “what do you mean you’ve never experienced something like this before?” Putting her chin in her hands she was ready to hear you explain; clearly very interested. Gulping, you were suddenly nervous with Pidge’s attention all on you now. Playing with your soft hands a bit, you glanced back up at the girl. “W-well, I’m always used to guys just ya… know passing by me and all especially with how I look.” You could see Pidges brow quick up. “Your look?” She scanned you up and down, finding nothing out of the ordinary as you just laughed at how hard she was trying to crack your words. “No, no, my clothing weren’t the problem Pidge, it was my weight.” Still, the green paladin was lost entirely on where you were taking the conversation. Sighing, you continued on. “I’m not like many girls- skinny, fragile, easy to carry… you know what I’m saying.” You looked back up at Pidge. “Needless to say, many guys didn’t find me attractive because I didn’t have those qualities they wanted so I was always passed by.” The smaller girl nodded, finally understanding what you were trying to say. “Well, it’s honestly their loss, small or not, you’re amazing (Y/N) and by what you told me, Lance and Lotor think so too.” Giving you a sly grin, she got back up and went to her computer leaving you there with a blush on your chubby cheeks. “P-Pidge, come back here, what the hell does that mean you cheeky brat!” Scrambling to your feet you chased after the laughing girl. Unknown to the both of you, two men were listening to the whole thing and that’s where they shook hands, indicating the start of a race to win your heart.

[voltron-reader]

Can you do some Lance cuddling with s/o headcanons?

Sure thing! Thanks for the request! :) 

Lance

Lance. Loves. Cuddling. 

He’s a cuddle bug!! 

Honestly will cuddle with his s/o at every chance he gets 

Will give his s/o space when they need it too though!

Loves to wrap his arms around his s/o and lay his head on their chest while they comb their fingers through his hair 

He will melt at your touch and is absolutely putty in your hands 

Will sometimes make a blanket fort if his s/o is feeling upset and cuddle with them 

(He can almost pretend he’s back at home :’) 

He will die if he doesn’t get his dose of cuddles. 

Or at least pout 

He thinks cuddling with his s/o is the best thing in the world

Its intimate without being having to be too physical 

He likes being a small spoon most of the time

Having his partner wrap their arms around him and with his head to their chest while listening to their heartbeat makes him feel so nice

He’s big spoon whenever his s/o feels like

While trace circles along their body or soothingly rub their back or play with their hair, he just likes having his hands on them ;)

After a rough mission he likes cuddling with his s/o because its such a stress reliever (and knowing that his s/o is safe and unharmed) 

He needs to be reminded that he’s important to someone 

And he realizes how much his s/o means to him :) 

He wonders what he did to deserve such an amazing s/o!! 

[teh-smollest-bean]

Happy Birthday Chey!

My friend Cheyanna’s birthday is TODAY! So after writing chapter 4 (not to escape writing chapter 5 or anything) I wrote this for her!

Hope you guys like it as much as she did ;3

Tonight was the night, date night, and Lance was taking you out for the evening. But not just any evening, today was your birthday and Lance wanted to do something special for you. Thousand’s of ideas went through this man’s brain as he had tried all week to think of the Perfect Evening just for you. In the end he thought he’d come up with the most brilliant idea in the history of ever and mentally gave himself props for his romantic genius.

There you were, his gorgeous girlfriend all decked out like a princess of the night. Your dress was a deep navy blue and hugged your curves dangerously. It was a halter dress with a slit up the side that let him see one of your legs which lead down to your feet; covered by jet black heels that could stab someone.. Your eyeliner he swears could kill a man and all he wanted was those blood red lips of yours on his right then. Your short hair was styled so that one side was slicked to the side the other, with your bangs, hung in your face making you look like a mystery he definitely wanted to solve.

BUT! He composed himself, trying to act suave and not like he was about to drool over how beyond beautiful you looked tonight.

“My Lady, your chariot~” he bowed, he wore his armor with his hair every so maticulously styled to look fashionably messy. You take his arm as he leads you into the blue lion, he sets you on his lap as you get ready to take off.

“Where are we going?” you ask curiously.

“Ah-ah it's a surprise!” he smirked at you playfully causing you to giggle and hold onto him. This in turn, makes the Paladin’s heart speed up and wonder how he got so damn lucky!

You take off! The Lion flying smoother than usual, almost as if it was aware there was a lady on board.

You both wormhole to a green and blue planet. This planet seemed to be mostly tropical jungles and ocean. Lance lands the Lion on one of the medium islands, small enough to be uninhabited but big enough for plants to grow on. He’d never admit it but he’d been searching for the perfect spot for days before today. He’d been VERY picky about which island he took you to.

“Alright beautiful, close your eyes” he said trying not to sound TOO excited.

“Alright alright” you close your eyes and allow your boyfriend to lead you out of the lion. Lance had to bite his lip so as not to show how excited he was to be here with you. Another thing he wouldn’t admit: He’d been planning this MONTHS in advance.

“Alright, open your eyes!” he whispered in your ear as he finally got you to the spot. His breath on your ear would make you shiver and blush as you open your eyes.

“Oh Lance!” you gasp as you take in the scene before you. There was a table set up with roses on and around it, some candles were lit all around the area lighting it up gently. Hunk stood there in a full chef’s regalia and bowed to you both.

“Table for Two?” he smiles as he leads you both to the only table there. Like a gentleman Lance pulls out the chair for you and scoots you in as you sit. You blush wildly as Lance removed the heavier pieces of armor to reveal his own black tux underneath! He sits across from you and smiles.

“I’ll be right back with your food but first here, something to start with and a drink” Hunk places breadsticks on the table and gingerly pours you both some wine. After that he leaves, vanishing into the thicket where he has a kitchen-like area set up just for this.

“Lance this is amazing!” you gush as you sip your wine.

“Nothing but the best for you” he winks at you making you chuckle.

“It’s your birthday after all, I wanted...to do something special” his cockyness fades into genuine feelings as he smiles warmly at you.

“I love you, and I wanted tonight to be perfect, for the most perfect and wonderful person in my life.” he says with a blush on his face. You blush a little yourself.

“And it doesn’t end here, the ocean here is warmer than most others, I’ve got some swimsuits for us and we can go for a swim or just…” he blushes and gives you a very, heated look.

“Just relax and snuggle on the beach” he sips his wine.

Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest! He did all this, planned all this, just for you.

“Lance I love you” you choke up at how sweet the blue paladin could be. He reaches over and holds your hand in his.

“I love you too, more than anything else in the entire universe.” that was when Hunk returned with fresh plates of Chicken fettuccini Alfredo.

“Hunk and I worked hard to get the ingredients for this so I hope you like it!” your boyfriend smiles at you as he releases your hand.

“Enjoy you two!” Hunk bows himself out leaving you two alone again to eat. After the meal Hunk also surprises you with dessert: Molten Lava cakes!

You both laugh as you eat, finishing the bottle of wine and even opening another before heading down to the beach. Neither of you are sober enough to trust yourselves to swim, Lance being a stickler on that since he was the Team's Life guard. You both snuggle on a blanket where Hunk had left you a basket of snacks and water.

“Have I asked you what I did to deserve someone as sweet as you Lance?” you sigh as you snuggle up to his chest as his arm holds you close.

“I ask myself the same question every day. Chey, you’re a beautiful, smart, sexy, sassy, and all around amazing human being. You’re always so full of energy and life and you make me wanna smile even when I’m depressed. I’d do anything for you.” he rests his forehead on yours looking into your eyes with a dreamy look in his own.

“I thank the universe every day that I get to have someone as awesome as you for a girlfriend, I never wanna lose you, thats why I gotta show you how much I love you all the time, even when you wanna punch me” he grins as you laugh at that.

“I love you Lance.”

“I love you Cheyanna” you both lean in and as your lips meet the whole universe seems to vanish. There is only you and your ever loving blue paladin. When you finally part both of you are dazed.

“I think we need to do that again...” you smirk and pull him back down for more. As the clock strikes midnight you two start to become more heated.

“I think it’s time for my present to you~” you coo as you return the favor and show Lance EXACTLY how much you love him too.

Fin

[panda-noosh]

Hello, could you write a LancexReader where he and his s/o are supposed to be cleaning but they end up dancing to Spanish music Lance has playing and it’s cute+fluffy and everyone else catches them dancing? Thank you!!

Words:  940

 Genre: Fluff

  Notes: Here you go! x

  ***

   “This is boring,” Lance drawled, swishing the broom acrossthe tiles of the kitchen floor.

   You sighed, looking over at him. It was the fourth time you hadheard him say those exact words in the past hour – it was beginningto get repetitive.

   Whenever Hunk had politely asked you and Lance to clean thekitchen, it had been a no-brainer what your answer would be. Hunkcooked dinner for everyone almost every night, was one of the nicestpeople you had ever met. The least you could do was help him cleanup.

   Lance, being the overenthusiastic man that he was, decided tohelp you, claiming he would make the process 'more fun' than if youwere doing it on your own. As you listened to him go on and on abouthow boring the task of cleaning actually was, you were beginning todoubt his original intentions.

    “Hunk's just gonna mess it up when he cooks dinner tonightanyway,” Lance continued.

   “That doesn't mean it doesn't need cleaned,” you replied.

     Lance groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. You rolledyour eyes at him, continuing on with your task of wiping antisepticon the counter. You had to admit, though, that cleaning was hardly anexciting task. You could feel your hand cramping, could feel yourboredom seeping in as you continuously looked towards the clock,calculating how much time had passed and when it would be reasonableto have a break.

   It was as you were doing this that the radio suddenly flared tolife.

   You yelped, jumping at the sound of the all-too-familiar Latinmusic blasted through the radio's speakers – it was familiar onlybecause this was the very same music Lance had played whenever hefirst took you to meet his parents. As soon as the first note escapesthe radio, memories come flooding back to you, sitting in his car onthe way to his parents house. You had been a nervous wreck that day,fidgeting in your seat despite Lance's hand being placed over yoursto try and still their movements.

    Lance always knew how to calm you down, though, and it wasn'tlong before he had come up with the perfect solution.

   He slipped the CD into the radio and the Latin music started toplay. You weren't sure why it affected you so much, why it somehowmanaged to soothe you, but it did. You laid your head back againstthe headrest, closed your eyes as Lance softly sang along to the songin Spanish – you always loved it when Lance spoke in Spanish. Itbrought out a true side to him, one that was unseen by people whoinsisted he only speak English around him. It was like thealready-comfortable Lance melted into an even more comfortable Lance,one without barriers.

   And now, that Lance had arrived again as he put the familiarmusic on.

   You glanced over at him, unable to hide the smile from appearingon your lips. “Lance, we have to get-”

   He didn't let you finish your sentence before he was twirlingtowards you, letting his broom clash to the kitchen floor. He reachedout, grabbed your hands and span you into his chest. You stumbled,catching yourself by placing your palms flat against his shirt, buthe held you tight enough so that falling was close to impossibleanyway.

   His lips were close to your ear, whispering the words to the songas he swayed gently; the music itself was fast-paced, most definitelynot an appropriate song for slow dancing, but you found yourselfenjoying the tempo anyway. It was calming, Lance's hand engulfingyours, his other resting on your waist whilst you giggled andfollowed his lead.

    You should have been cleaning. You were well aware of that, butthe distraction had hit and you were looking into Lance's eyes andsuddenly, the task you had been assigned was the very last thingplaying on your mind.

     How you and Lance always managed to do this, nobody would everunderstand. How you could be given a simple job, yet still manage toend up locked in each others embrace at the end of it, sharing aninside joke, rolling on the floor in laughter. That was just the typeof relationship you both had; there was wiggle room in everything. Itdidn't matter how important the task was – if one of you weregetting stressed out, the other person was immediately making themtheir first priority. That was just how your brains functioned afteryou met each other.

   And you could feel the other Paladin's eyes sinking into you bothas you swayed along to the music, you joining in on the song everynow and then whenever you somehow managed to pick up on a word youknew, causing Lance to chuckle. You could feel the other Paladinsgrinning at you both, could hear Hunk whisper, “All I did was askthem to clean,” but you didn't care.

   You let your head fall against Lance's shoulder, a smile turningbright as you swayed. The moment was nice, fragile, to be shatteredonly by Keith's gruff voice telling you both to grow up; but eventhen, even after you both split apart, you could only smile at Lanceas he attempted to get back into cleaning.

   He smiled back at you, knowing full well that as soon as theother Paladins left, the radio would be turned back on and the act ofcleaning would once again be forgotten.

[theariel85]

can anyone suggest any lance tucker fics? it seems like i have read every single one that comes up when i search...

#LanceTucker #Lancexreader

[writing-within-the-lines]

Masterpost

(This will be constantly updated as I write)

Spencer Reid

surprise

Hiro Hamada

attention

Expect the Unexpected

Life’s Moments

Within the Deep Pt.2

Voltron

Warmth (lancexreader)

“Did you just quote spongebob?” (Lancexreader)

Love on the Dancefloor (keithxreader)

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 29

It’s expected that the little vacation would come to an end.

You and Sweets meet and stop at the receptionist to return your room keys. As he’s talking with her, you can’t help but notice a few of the women present whispering. You raise a brow. Maybe you’re paranoid, but it looks like they’re staring at Sweets. You tilt your head to get a better idea, listening to their words. 

“That’s the couple isn’t it?” 

“Yes, they were going at it day and night.” 

“I’m envious.” 

You blush when you’re hearing adjusted, and Sweets turns to you with a smile, leaving a kiss on your cheek. When he pulls away he’s curious. 

“Everything okay?” 

You nod stiffly. 

“Everything is fine, let’s go!” 

You practically drag him out of there. 

Discretion might be a necessity for your next trip. 

It's a given that when you return you’ll report to your designated departments. 

Jessica had already talked your ear off when you left, so you’re not hurrying back. You drop Sweets off at his office with a smile. 

“I’m about to head in, have a good day.” 

He mirrors your smile, and when he pulls you into a kiss, you flush. He pulls back before you can truly lean into it. 

“I’ll see you after work.” 

The smile he wears is way too seductive for the workplace. Your cheeks are red the entire ride back to the Jeffersonian. It doesn’t take that long to get back settled in. You’re getting caught up on any paperwork and when lunch rolls around, Angela insists that you have lunch with them to fill in on the mini vacation. 

“So how did you spend the rest of your vacation? We saw all the pretty pictures. It looked like fun.” 

Seated with Camille, Brennan and Angela in Angela’s office, you’re all enjoying the company. The question makes you think back and you can’t help but flush when you realize that the second week was mostly you and Sweets going at it like rabbits. 

“W-We didn’t really do anything, just relaxed towards the end.” You pick up your drink to help cover. Camille looks curious. 

“Really, I would think you guys would have at least gone to the club.” 

You shake your head, still refusing eye contact. Angela just observes, but then begins to grin. 

“Oh my gosh you guys just spent that time having sex didn’t you!” 

You place your cup down hurriedly, waving your hands around for her to keep it down. 

“D-Don’t yell!!!” 

Camille laughs at how embarrassed you seem at the mention. 

“It’s good that you both had fun.” She comments. 

“Yes, sex is also good for decompressing. Booth and I have lots of sex.” Brennan’s comments don't help with your already flustered state. 

“C-Can we please change the subject.” 

You’d like to crawl into a hole. 

“No need to act so bashful, it’s not like that was your first time.” Angela quips.

Once again you go silent and now they all look intrigued. 

“You were a virgin?” Camille asks, surprised. You bury your face into your hands. This seems to just get worse. You groan. 

“I-I was okay! I-It was great with Sweets. He was so calm and patient and he’s really good with his hands and his mouth and I’m pretty sure we explored every position known to man!” 

You blurt it all out. For a moment they just stare, then Angela grins. 

“I underestimated Sweets, he’s got game.” 

You just drop your head on the table and Camille laughs. 

Nothing will deter Angela’s curiosity.

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Too Much Arguing For Her.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CZWJZs

by TotallyNotAmelie

Lance and Keith both like the reader. They fight over her, kiss her in front of eachother, and make love to her. Both of them, because they are so competitive that they won't let one girl go. She cannot decide for herself, really. The whole team chooses their own for her. It was halves, not helping.

Lance X Female Reader VS Keith X Female Reader

Words: 939, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Lion Voltron, Voltron: Legendary Defender, vld - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Reader, Shiro (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron)

Relationships: Lance/Reader, Keith/Reader, Keith & Reader, Lance & Reader

Additional Tags: LanceXReader, lance x reader - Freeform, keithxreader - Freeform, Keith x reader - Freeform, Voltron, EventualSmut, Smut

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CZWJZs

[amberlillysaturnuniverse]

Temptations: What The Heart Desires (Cheritz fanfiction) - Chapter 9: I Just Received Your Messages (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/RBgJziRmRA Haylee Logan came to a group of boys in need of help. But when meeting them she meets a group who call themselves the RFA and a girl who is looking for a boy she can't remember. Haylee overwhelmed by wanting to help everyone, runs into past events she wanted to forget. Starting with someone who makes it possible to meet her heart's true temptation. Is this what people meant when they said that temptation is what the heart truly desires. JiwooXHeejung YoosungXReader LanceXReader Two different you^^

[voltron-reader]

Lance and reader being really hopeless romantics and watching weird alien rain together pls ;)

Ah I’m guessing this is a scenario?  I feel like this type would work best! If not you can resend it and ask for head canons!!

Lance’s hand curled around the fabric at your waist, the other skimming the line of your jaw as he pressed his foreheads to yours, his eyes seemingly trailing and memorizing every curve of your face as through it was an intricate piece of artwork that the world has never seen before.

As water danced a river down his features, his eyes were as cool as the water and his smile like a thousand suns. And in that moment, you thought you never seen anyone so handsome and beautiful standing before you, looking down at you with so much love, that your chest couldn’t help but swell with affection and adoration. 

He slowly leaned towards you, only the willowy trees on the lone planet as your witness. His lips where a whisper against yours and tauntingly close, sending tendrils of electricity flowing throughout your being.

“Thank you,” He whispered, his hand softly cupping the nape of your neck, “for loving me,”

Smiling against his lips, you hands sloped over his shoulders and towards his neck, your eyes shining as a warmth trickled through your chest. 

“You don’t ever have to thank me for that, Lance,” You began, as your hands combed through his damp hair, your heartbeat making its way to your fingertips, “because I’ll always love you, no matter what.” 

His hand tightened around your waist, bringing you closer than you thought possible as brought his lips onto yours. Your heart drummed to the invisible music that sounded, his arms lifting you into the air as a joy of laughter spilled from your lips as you broke away.

“Lance!” You cried, grasping his shoulders as he twirled you through the air and droplets of rain, his laughter like a soft melody. 

“I love you!” He sang, his voice carrying over through the sound of rain, through the meadow and dancing leaves, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” 

“I love you more,” Your voice loud and wonderful as he began to slow down, gently lowering you again till his forehead pressed against yours, his grin like a kindling fire. “I love you till the ends of the galaxy, you dork,” 

“And I’ll love you till the end of time, beautiful,” 

He reconnected your lips once again, lighting a fire in your chest that would forever bloom. 

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Taking A Chance-Lance (Voltron)

“Leave me alone, Lance.” You say as you go into your room. The flirtatious male stands in the doorway and leans against the wall, watching you. “Go away!” You yell as you throw a book at him, quickly turning to hide the fact that your eyes were filling with tears. The boy ducked as the book went soaring over his head. “Come on, just give me a chance!” He begged, staring at your back and noting how your shoulders were shaking slightly. “Why should I? You flirt with everyone, how am I any different?” You throw a stuffed animal at him, watching as he caught it. You didn’t turn around this time, allowing him to see your tear stained face. “Because I care about you.” Lance pleaded and took a few steps into the room, letting the door slide shut. He set the stuffed animal, a (Favorite animal), on the bed and sat down. “Bullshit.” You snorted and stood across the room from him. He simply sighed and placed his head on his hands, his elbows on his knees. “How can I prove to you that I’m serious about how I feel for you?” He asked as he watched you take a seat in your desk chair.

 “Simple. You can’t because you aren’t serious about it. You’re a flirt, Lance. You always will be.” You shook your head. Lance had been flirting with you non-stop and had even asked you out, to which you said no and stormed off into your room. He had followed you and was trying to convince you to change your mind. Did you like him? Hell yes. You had a major crush on him. Did you trust him? Not one bit. He has always been a flirt and has asked out anything that moves. “What if I stop flirting, then? Would you give me a chance?” He asked and lifted his head from his hands. “I’ll tell you what, if you last two weeks without flirting with anyone, I will reconsider.” You said and stood, walking towards the door. Lance stood and nodded. “I’ll prove to you that I’m serious about wanting to date you.” He said and walked out the door, pausing for a mere second to pick up the book you had previously thrown at him and handed it to you.

 “Will I see you tomorrow?” He asked as he stared into your (E/C) eyes. “I suppose so. We do live on the same ship, after all.” You sighed softly and held the book in your arms. “Ah… Right... I forgot about that.” Lance blushed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, good night (Y/N), I hope you have sweet dreams.” He said as he walked off down the hallway, waving slightly. “Good night, Lance” You let the door slide shut and changed into your (F/C) pajamas before climbing into bed and falling asleep.

 ~Time Skip~

 You couldn’t believe it. He actually made it the two weeks. He was serious about being with you. You made your way through the corridor in silence before coming to a stop outside Lance’s door. You hesitate before raising your fist and knocking lightly. You hear a thump and a groan and laugh softly, assuming Lance fell out of his bed. The door slides open to reveal a tired looking Lance. You raise your hand in a slight wave, a nervous feeling settling in your stomach.

 Lance’s eyes light up at seeing you, since you had been in your room all day. “(Y/N)! I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” He grinned. “You made it through the two weeks, Lance. You would not believe how happy that makes me.” You blush slightly and rub your arm, a nervous habit you had developed back on Earth. “I told you already, I’m serious about how I feel for you. Can… Is it alright if I hug you?” He asked with a slight blush. You give a simple nod and find yourself pressed flush against him within a split second, your breath hitching in your throat for a second before you wrap your arms around Lance’s abdomen. You lay your head against his shoulder and smile softly. “You’re warm.” Lance sighs peacefully and tightened his arms around you, not tight enough to hurt but just enough to where you felt safe. “I’ve reconsidered my answer to your question from before.” You say softly, closing your eyes. “Does that mean…?” Lance trailed off and looked at your face, tracing the features with his eyes. “The answer is different now. Yes, I will go out with you but please, don’t flirt with anyone else.” You peeked an eye open and caught him staring, making him blush. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He stated in a serious tone and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

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[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 3

Bickering in the Jeffersonian is almost like your cup of coffee in the morning. You can’t help but smile when Booth and Brennan go back and forth about their perspectives on a chosen topic. You’re all standing over the most recent victim’s remains. Going over possible scenarios. Hodgins and Angela have made great progress and Brennan is trying to discourage Booth from conjecture.

Her mortal enemy.

“It’s a theory, Bones. I’m not saying an actual samurai slashed this guy in half.”

“Good, because we’re not certain that’s what happened.”

You smile. This has become the best part of your life. Being around these intelligent and interesting people.

“Well, we’re still waiting for Hodgins to get the results from the last scrap of evidence. Until then let’s just assume that there is a potential for samurais. “ Camile jokes.

You’re about to give your own little note on what it could be, but all of their bodies become stiff. You pause. It’s apparent that they aren’t stiff per se.

They are frozen.

So is everything and everyone else in the lab.

Your eyes harden.

“Show yourself.”

This isn’t any old sorcerer.

A figure steps from around the corner and you walk down the short flight of stairs, eyes fixed on his gait. He’s wearing a hood, head bent. You can’t see his eyes. Not at first.

The green cloak isn’t something you recognize. When he finally lifts his head, those emerald hues are glowing.

“Who are you?”

You’re at a distance, but you stand your ground.

“Who I am doesn’t really matter. Who you are is what’s more important.”

You don’t like this. As powerful as you are, picking a fight with this being is reckless. His presence emits power that throws you off.

“I’m not here to cause any problems. “

“Forgive me if I’m not the most trusting. Why did you do this? What do you want?”

“I only want to return a favor.”

You mean to ask exactly what he’s talking about, but the sound of footsteps in the distance breaks your focus.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s Sweets.

He looks around the room clearly confused and you’re just as puzzled.

“How are you..”

You don’t understand why Sweets isn’t frozen like everyone else.

That being turns to him, and something about Sweet’s entire posture changes. He looks more sure. Less like a psychologist and more like a god.

“Is it time, Spectre?” Sweets questions.

“It is.”

Now you’re completely lost.

“What is going on!!” You demand.

Sweets turns to you and something about his expression is very disarming. He walks over to you, and when he reaches out and takes your hand, it feels different.

“I apologize for deceiving you, it was never my intention.”

The familiarity behind his gaze has struck you. Your breath comes out ragged, because it’s hard to believe.

Process.

“Ae..ther…?”

His smile is hesitant. He takes your hand, leaving a kiss on it like he’d done so many times in the past.

“I was certain after the war I would cease to exist. But I was fortunate. Rewarded for my part in maintaining humanity. I wanted nothing more than to tell you. The first day you walked through that door I was grateful, but I could not reveal myself. "

A single tear streams down your cheek and he lifts his hand, wiping it away.

“I’m sorry for the pain I’ve put you through (Y/N).”

How can you ever be mad? You both fought on the same side during that war. There had been so many. Being immortal felt like torture when you knew that the one person you would have gladly died for would not be with you.

“I’m the one who asked him to keep his identity a secret.” Spectre says. You turn.

“You and I are the same. We understand the bigger picture of humanity. My duty is to protect the balance. You’ve done the same here on earth. The least I could do was make your journey less lonely. The universe helps its protectors. You both deserve the ending that you were robbed off. I know what it’s like to live without the one you care most about.”

You can see his sincerity as well as his understanding. You aren’t sure what to say to convey your gratitude. He’d literally given you the one thing that you’ve wanted most in the world.

“T-Thank you…Thank you so much Spectre.”

He smiles.

“You can call me Oliver.”

Sweets is wearing a similar smile.

“Thank you for all you’ve done. Truly. Being here with her, it’s all that I’ve ever wanted. “ Sweets expresses.

You only ever dreamed about the same.

“I’m the one that should be thanking the both of you. Keep fighting the good fight, I’ll be around.”

The ring of light that sparks again in his irises catches your attention. Oliver gives a small wave, and just like that, it all restarts. Bodies start moving around the institute as if nothing happened and Oliver is gone.

“So, what did you guys need me for?”

Sweets turns to the rest of the team that smiles at his words. You’re still in a bit of awe. Learning what you did.

“Hey, everything alright (Y/N)?” Booth calls from his spot.

You turn to Sweets who gazes at you innocently.

Reaching over, you grab the lapels of his shirt as you pull him in for a heated kiss. You hear the sounds of surprise. A few whistles, but you don’t care. He’s clearly caught off guard. It takes a moment, but he finally reciprocates, arms curling around your body as he pulls you flush against him. It’s definitely unprofessional to have a full on make out session right in the middle of your job, but you could care less. After what feels like an eternity, you pull away, breathing heavily. His eyes search yours, licking his lips.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.” You whisper.

He nods, still dazed.

“Yes, of course…”

You finally release your hold, turning to the rest of them.

“So what do we know?” You say casually.

They all seem to be recovering from what just happened. It might be a shock for all of them, but you’ve never been happier.