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I think I need me a bones x booth + third wheel sweets stimboard
Missed Reservation (L.S.)
You and Lance get a little distracted before your Valentine’s Day dinner reservation, meaning you end up having to order takeout.
Word Count: 2,126
EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!
Warnings: sub!Lance, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, eating (pizza, not the other thing you're thinking about you filthy whores), language
yes, I wrote this instead of finding myself a real Valentine's date
Lance knocked on your door as you were just finishing doing your hair. You swore under your breath as you looked at the time and saw that you were running slightly behind. It was your first Valentine’s Day as a couple and Lance was way too enthusiastic about it. He’d booked a reservation in a restaurant that you deemed way too expensive for either of you to afford. But, you thought it was cute that he’s made such an effort and you didn’t want to ruin it for him by being late. Wrapped in a black satin robe, you walked hastily to the door.
“Hey, sorry I’m running behind,” you sighed, inviting him in.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll still make it on time,” Lance replied optimistically.
“I just have to pull on my dress and we can go.” You gave him a quick kiss before rushing back to your bedroom. You already had your make up on and your hair was done. Pulling on a dress would only take a minute.
Absentmindedly, Lance followed you into the room. He took a seat on the edge of your bed and fiddled with his tie.
“You gonna watch me change, pervert?” you joked. You didn’t care if he saw you in your underwear for a minute. He’d seen you in a lot less before.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he said, shifting his position so that he was facing away from you.
You chuckled, walking over to him so he could see you once again. “I’m kidding, sweetheart,” you smiled down at him and began to untie the robe. You slowly pulled it off your shoulders, revealing a brand new bra you’d bought for the occasion. Lance ogled up at you, shamelessly eyeing the red laced garment. You let the robe drop to the floor and that’s when Lance noticed your panties, the same shade of red and pattern of lace as the bra.
“You know I was saving this for later,” you said, noticing his eyes flick between the two pieces of the matching set. “I guess we can call this a sneak peek.”
“You’re beautiful,” he said, involuntarily reaching for your waist.
“And you’re getting ahead of yourself,” you replied, intercepting his hand. You pulled it up to your mouth and kissed it. “But thank you,” you mumbled.
You turned away from Lance to face your wardrobe. You already knew which dress you were going to wear so it was only a matter of pulling it off the hanger, undoing the zip and pulling it onto your body. It was tight, but not in a bad way. It hugged your curves flatteringly, the scarlet colour bringing out your complexion.
The last thing you had to do was zip the dress back up. But it was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. You didn’t struggle with it for long before you realised you had someone who could assist you.
“Lance, could you zip me up?” you asked, pulling your hair to the side and bringing your back into his view.
“Of course,” he said, practically jumping off your bed and moving towards you.
His warm hand skimmed your back as he reached for the delicate zipper. But, instead of hearing the sound of the zipper closing up the fabric, you heard Lance’s breath behind your ear. He exhaled, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine.
Then, his lips gently brushed the back of your neck, his hands abandoning their place on the zipper and landing on your hips. He moved to the right side of your neck and began kissing a trail up to your jaw. You craned your neck to accommodate him, shutting your eyes for a moment before coming to your senses.
“Lance, we don’t have time for this,” you said. But, despite your insistent tone, you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t pull away. And neither could he.
“We can be quick,” he mumbled into your neck, sending a second sensation of shivers through you.
“Dr Brennan pulled a lot of strings to get us a table at that restaurant.” You were trying to convince yourself as much as him to pull away.
“Like I said, we’ll be quick.”
You let out an exasperated sigh before turning around to face Lance. You smiled at his tie, It was pink with little red hearts on it. “That’s a stupid tie,” you smirked, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you. “I think you should take it off.”
“My underwear have little hearts on them as well. You want me to take them off too?” Lance said, looking down at your lips. You chuckled, shaking your head before you pulled his tie even closer towards you. Your lips connected hungrily. Lance wasted no time in pushing his tongue against your lips. You obliged, parting your lips and deepening the kiss. At the same time, you began to undo his tie, pulling it off and discarding it on the floor.
You didn’t break away as you began undressing each other. You started to unbutton Lance’s shirt while he slipped your (still unzipped) dress off your shoulders. You dropped your arms for a moment, allowing the dress to fall to the floor, leaving you standing in your underwear once again. When you brought your hands back up to continue with the buttons you found that Lance had finished them for you.
You slowly moved your lips from Lance’s lips to his jaw, sucking on it as you undid his belt. He moved his hands from your waist to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down frantically, kicking off his shoes and socks at the same time.
Finally, you lifted you lips from his jaw and took a step back. His lips, some of his cheek, and his jaw were stained with your red lipstick. You liked that. It made him look like he was yours. Then, your eyes flicked down to his boxers.
“Oh, you weren’t kidding,” you laughed, noticing the little red hearts on his black underpants.
“Nope,” he said proudly. “Hey, look, we match.” Lance pointed at your underwear and then his. Sure enough, the red hearts on his boxer perfectly matched the shade of red of your laced lingerie.
“You know, it’s usually the woman that wears the fancy underwear on Valentine’s Day,” you explained.
“Yeah, well, I’ve decided not to conform to societies’ stereotypical social norms,” Lance replied, raising his brow.
“Oh yeah?” you grinned, slowly edging him towards the bed and pushing him down onto it. “Are there any more of societies’ stereotypical social norms that you’d like to eschew tonight, Dr Sweets?” you asked, towering over him.
“Hmm, I can think of a few,” he replied, grabbing your hips and pulling you down on top of himself.
Your lips connected again, both of you breathing heavily into each other’s mouth. Lance moaned as you began to move slowly back and forth on his crotch, rubbing the fabric of your underwear together. His hands moved from your back to his waistband, desperate to free his cock from the material. When you realised what he was trying to do you pulled away from him and straightened yourself up so you were sitting on his thighs.
“Want some help with that?” you asked, looking down at the bulge in his heart speckled boxers.
“Please,” he breathed.
You slowly looped your finger into the waistband. Your touch tickled his stomach and you felt it tense. Lance let out a long sigh when you pulled down his underwear, his dick springing up in the absence of the fabric. He then reached for your own underwear, pulling longingly on the delicate lace.
“Hey, I paid a lot money for these. And I bought them for your benefit,” you said, taking his hands from your panties and placing them on your thighs. “They stay on.”
Lance nodded in understanding. You felt his grip on your thighs tighten. He was getting impatient. You thought about whether you should leave him squirming for a while or give him relief. Then you remembered that you still had a dinner reservation to attend. So, you lifted yourself up, pulled the red panties to one side, and sat on Lance’s dick.
You both moaned from the initial friction. You gripped Lance’s shoulders, running your fingers along his scars. After a few seconds you began to fall into a rhythm, grinding slowly up and down. You noticed Lance shamelessly staring at your tits, enclosed in the dark red lace.
“You’re so hot,” he groaned, slowly sliding his hands up towards your chest.
“You could at least tell me that to my face,” you said, lifting his chin with your finger so his eyes locked onto yours. But you could still feel his fingers practically itching to touch your chest.
“You want to touch my tits,” you asked, still bouncing on his dick.
“Yes please,” he whined.
“Yes please, what?” you said sternly.
“Yes p-please, ma’am,” Lance stuttered.
You tried your best to keep your composure. You were a sucker for him calling you that. It made you feel like you were in charge. Which, of course, you were.
“Ok, then,” you said, grabbing his hands and placing them on your chest. “But remember, this stays on,” you indicated to the bra. Lance’s face fell slightly but a smile reformed on his lips when your threw your head back as he squeezed your tits.
You grinded harder onto his dick, a moan erupting from him with every thrust.
“We are going to be so late for dinner,” you said casually, moving your hands from Lance’s shoulders to his hands, grabbing them of your breasts and pinning them down on either side of his head.
“I don’t care,” Lance mumbled breathily.
“I thought you had everything all planned out,” you whispered in an attempt to supress your moans.
“I don’t care,” Lance repeated. “I just want you.”
You carried on riding him. The only sounds were your moans, blending together in the cramped room, and the occasional creak of your bed as it swayed back and forth.
“Shit,” Lance whimpered. His hands gripped yours tightly as he began to shake. You knew what that meant.
“It’s ok, baby,” you told him, feeling your stomach begin to tense as Lance’s dick twitched inside you. “Do it.”
Lance’s mouth fell open and he let out a loud moan as he came. You bit your lip, feeling him spill out inside you as you came as well.
“I love you,” Lance breathed, repeating it over and over again as you rode him until you were satisfied.
When you stopped grinding on him you leaned down slowly and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you too,” you smiled.
You rolled off him and both of you lay in silence for a moment. When you finally caught your breath you said, “I think we definitely missed our reservation.”
“Well, I think I had more fun here than I would’ve had at some fancy restaurant I can hardly afford,” Lance smirked.
You shook your head and chuckled. “We still have to eat,” you reminded him.
“How about we just order pizza and eat it here,” he suggested.
“Yeah, ok,” you agreed. “But if you get any pizza sauce on my white sheets I will literally kill you.”
“Hmm, death threats. What a wonderful Valentine’s Day gift,” Lance joked, sitting up and grabbing his phone to order food.
When the food arrived you looked for a movie to watch while Lance went to the door. He returned with the box of pizza and sat down on the bed. You spread your legs and he stationed himself between your thighs, his head using your stomach as a pillow.
You decided upon a shitty romcom and ended up talking through most of it. You finished the pizza and applauded Lance for not staining your bed sheets.
“Did you really think I would,” he asked.
“Need I remind you of the time you spilled wine on my new couch?” you retorted.
Lance laughed shortly. “No you need not.”
You sat in silence for a while as the movie ended. When the credits began to roll you felt Lance’s arm begin to caress your leg. He kissed your inner thigh gently and you started to run your hands through his hair.
“You know, we didn’t order any dessert,” Lance said coyly, his tongue lightly brushing the skin of your thigh.
“What are you insinuating, Lance?” you smirked, pulling on his hair slightly.
“Can I?” he asked, turning around so his face was level with your red panties.
You nodded down at him, pulling aside the fabric as he desperately tucked into his dessert.
happy pride month btw !!!
Bones characters as tumblr posts I found in my camera roll: A Gallery
okay but if Sweets stayed on the show him and Aubrey would’ve been besties
I used to watch Bones sometimes with my mom (when I was way too young to watch it lol) and I remembered very few things from it before I started watching it again. I remembered certain characters and death scenes (although I did confuse Vincent's funeral scene with Sweet's funeral scene for the longest time) as well as the occasional plot line, but I find it so funny that little me thought the Aubrey and Sweets were best friends. There was a period of time were I was convinced that they were close enough to have been dating 💀
I was quite disappointed as when I found out that they only shared one episode together.
Bones characters as songs I like: an objectively correct list
Christopher Pelant: Digital Silence - Peter McPoland
Zack Addy: Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms
Seeley Booth: Daylight - David Kushner
Lance Sweets: Twin Sized Mattress - The Front Bottoms
Jack Hodgins: The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake
Angela Montenegro: Strawberry Blond - Mitski
what are your top bones headcannons???
THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE I HAVE A FEW
this are a lot so im adding a cut here
so obviously Lance is pan right. i mean. look at him. that is not a straight man.
zack is gay. fight me on this, you wont win.
hodgins DEF had a crush on zack. theyre literally so fuckjing gay in this show what
i dont remember exactly if this was canon, because i see it in so many fics, but pelant was bullied in high school lets be honest hes so autism
i also like to think sometimes he forgets words in english and so that's why all of his dramatic ass speeches sound pre-written. this also comes from the fact my bulgarian friend forgot the word "subtraction" and ive held it over their head for YEARS
on the anniversary of vincents death they get together and play various trivia games (brennan wins 99% of the time, the other time it was more pop culture focused and hodgins hasnt shut up about it since)
hodgins has a pet snake and it freaked zack out when he first moved in
brennans pet lizard (i think it was a lizard) is named russ
lance is scared of fireworks (totally not taking this from a fanfic what)
honestly, all of them are scared of explosions at this point, but lance always was
i cant think of more i am too tired for this
every time someone in Bones makes fun of Lance I want to strangle them. that’s our little meow meow you’re talking about you fucker idc if you’re the main character get OUT
Very cute FBI agent 🥰
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