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Dani || Late 20s || Writing is my new hobby || I primarily play an Asuran Ranger with a brown bear as my companion on an MMORPG - Hence my username || I love Fall and baggy sweater weather || Lazy - It's a miracle how I'm alive for as long as I am || Addicted to coffee, sleep and Bucky Barnes.

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bearbowbaggins · 4 years

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)

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Kid, where’d you come from? — Field trip to MoMA.

AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR 2018 | dir. Anthony & Joe Russo

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Hard Work

Lance Tucker x Reader

A/N: Drabble written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and I’ve never written for Lance before so I pray this comes out okay! 😅

Summary: It’s your first day of gym and you already hate your new gym teacher.

Warnings: Lance Tucker is in the house 😂

It’s the first day back at school and the first lesson of the day is gym.

Gym has always been fun in the past, especially when your former gym teacher Mrs Beluchi taught the glass.

You had heard from the other girls that you’re getting a new gym teacher this year; a man.

It wasn’t the thought of having a younger man teach you gymnastics that made your stomach erupt into billions of butterflies. It was just the mere thought of wearing short shorts and tanks that became loose around your cleavage each time you’d bend over.

You’ve changed into your gym clothes and about to tie your shoelaces when the doors suddenly swing open and in steps a man wearing black jeans, a white shirt and a blue jacket. His hair slicked back with gel. The arm of his black sunglasses hooked inside his pocket.

He was rubbing some sanitizer on his hands and popped his gum when he looked at the row of girls.

“You’re late.” One girl decided to say. He glared at her and smirked. His white teeth brighter than your future.

“Get up and get out of my class. Do I need to remind you who I am?” He replied, crossing his arms and standing with his thighs spread.

“Wha-.”

“OUT!” He yelled, frowning when she disobeyed his order. The girl gulped and left sheepishly. Your own heart beating in your ears when he locked eyes with you.

“You.” He points at you and narrows his eyes. “Get the equipment ready and show me what you can do.”

“The teachers always get the equipment rea–.”

“What the hell is wrong with this class?! Alright, you know what. I don’t care. Get the equipment ready and for backchatting – you’re staying behind to write some lines. Move it!”

“What the fu–.”

“That was a curse word you were about to say. A month in detention with me! Wanna make it two? Keep going sweetheart.”

Your new gym teacher?

He was hot but a real piece of work.

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Professor Tight Pants

Professor!Blackwood x Reader

A/N: My first prompt for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club thank you! Hope this is okay as I’m still pretty new to writing. 🥰 this is based off this prompt:

Summary: Professor Blackwood’s slacks look unusually tighter than usual.

Warnings: Reader has a staring contest with the Professor’s crotch, dirty thoughts

“Alright class, settle down please!” Professor Charles instructs as he strolls into the classroom, immediately gaining every students’ attention, including yours.

You’d obviously be lying if you were to say you didn’t crush over your History Professor. How you’d just slip into an 18 pornographic mindset as he drones on and on about Italy and everything it has to offer. Wondering what it’d be like to lay under the hot Italian sun with his fingers pulling your bikini bottoms to one side and slipping his fingers through your folds. Or how they’d feel if they suddenly plunged into you at a rapid speed.

With a dreamy sigh, you planted your elbows on the desk and held your head in the palm of your hand as he waved his hands about. That goofy smile wiping out the tight lipped smile he wore when he first walked in.

Your eyes shamelessly wandered from his day-old stubble down to his chest where his checkered shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a white tank top underneath.

Dreamy. Another sigh passes through your slightly parted lips. You notice your own heart rate is picking up as you sit there, undressing your professor with your eyes.

Your eyes continue their journey down south. Licking your lips at the way his belt is looped around his pants, envisioning with your mind on how easy it would be just to unbuckle that belt and let them pool around his-

Oh.

Did Professor Blackwood buy a new pair of slacks since the last lecture?

These pair of beige coloured slacks seemed to tighten tremendously around his crotch area as soon as he took a seat on the padded chair in front of the class. The slacks around his legs raised half way up, exposing his black socks.

You’re not stranger to crotch staring. Professor Blackwood was packing under those pants.

You wondered if he was circumcised, was his shaft thick and short, or long and thick.

You licked your lips, roaming your eyes back up his body to meet his own. You think he hasn’t already noticed your staring as he seems to talk animatedly to the class.

You think he’s not paying attention to your wandering eyeballs, and flick them back down to his crotch. It moves under his pants when he shifts slightly, spreading his thighs wider and it takes all of your strength to remain seated in your seat when all you really want to do is say ‘Fuck it’ and straddle him and grind on that thing until it stiffens underneath you.

You think he doesn’t notice, but Professor Blackwood notices everything.