#with a hint of tasteful underboob

[taidotonheiluja]

they would pull this shit on stage

Based on this post by @btw-it-also-travels-in-time.

[beardedniall]

Let me treat ya

Author’s note: Calling the numbers from the NTMY video inspired me to write some phone sex smut with Niall. This is seriously 80% filth and 90% dialogue.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: NSFW, lots of dialogue

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He leaned against the headboard of the welcoming bed, his eyes wandering through the hotel room as the familiar sound of the dial tone hit his ear. It was 1.30am in Los Angeles right now, meaning it was 9.30am in London where you were hopefully already awake and willing to pick up your phone.

“Hey handsome”, your soft voice greeted him at the other end of the line, followed by an audible yawn.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Nah, don’t worry. I’m in bed playing with my phone.”

“Classic.”

“It’s my day off, let me. Shouldn’t you be fast asleep by now though?”

“I should… but I wanted to talk to you before I go to bed.”

You weren’t sure how to take that. It wasn’t like Niall and you were dating. You had been seeing each other for a few weeks now, got along well, hooked up a few times and maybe you were on the road to properly dating but for now, it was pretty much just a lot of texting and chilling at his house with a pinch of sex. It hadn’t occurred to you that he would keep up the regular phone calls even while he was busy doing promo in the States.

“Want me to sing you a lullaby?”, you suggested in a teasing tone to ease the awkward tension, getting a light chuckle from him in return.

“I think your speaking voice is enough, but thank ya.”

“How was your day?”

“Busy. Had interviews for magazines pretty much all day. They’re kinda exhausting because you gotta be careful with your words. Never know what they’re making out of it, ya know?”

“And did you say anything controversial?”

“Don’t think so. But some of them pull the wildest shit out of their arse.”

“You’ll wrap them all around your little finger with the promo pics alone though. I saw the black and white ones you posted earlier and you’re looking hot as fuck.”

“Oh ya think so?”

The smug smile on his face was almost audible through the phone.

“I dig the glasses. Gotta wear them more often here.”

“Noted.”

“You should really go to bed, Niall. Dark circles are not a good look on you.”

“Okay first, ouch. Second, I’m not tired and I’d rather talk to you.”

A big grin spread over your lips as you buried the side of your face into your pillow. He shouldn’t have been allowed to be sweet while he was five thousand miles away and you wouldn’t be able to see him for at least another week.

“You’re still in bed, right?”, his raspy voice brought you back to the phone call. Was he speaking deeper on purpose now?

“I am.”

"And when do you have to get up?" 

"Not any time soon."

Just the thought of you in bed, probably wearing a pair of panties and an old t-shirt like you always did, made his blood rush downwards.

“Wish you were with me right now.”

He set up one of his legs and cupped his growing cock through his boxers, exhaling louder than he intended to.

“Are you jerking off to this?”, you giggled.

“I’m not a creep. But I can't help but think about lying next to you in bed. What ya wearing?" 

"Yeah not creepy at all."

There was a rustling sound coming from your end as you put him on speaker and got in position on the bed so your leg was peeking out from underneath the blanket and in the bottom right corner of the photo you were taking, you could see a pair of black panties hugging your hips.

Wish you were here with me too was the message you added before pressing send.

The little ringtone let him know that he just received a text. After tapping on the photo, he bit his lower lip and adjusted his cock between his legs.

“Is that all you’re wearing?”, he asked. There was a little bit of amusement in his voice but the lust outweighed it.

“Sorry, gotta disappoint you.”

The next picture you sent him was of your t-shirt that you had pulled up to your chest to tease him with a little bit of underboob while your free hand lied on top of the fabric.

“Can I see more of those, darling? If you’re fine with it.”

“Wait, let me get up.”

You crawled out of bed and sat down in front of your big mirror, fixing your hair even though you would make sure that your face wasn’t on any of those pictures. When you felt confident in your appearance, you exposed your boobs just to cover the middle with your arm before you took another photo and sent it to him.

“Just don’t send me anything back, yeah? Don’t wanna be the reason why your nudes get leaked.”

He smiled to himself at you words. Usually, everything between him and a woman was fifty-fifty. If she did something for him, he would do the same for her and more. But this was a different situation and it warmed his heart more than he wanted to admit that you acknowledged that he wouldn’t be able to take part in this little game. Not because he expected you to send him photos of your body for nothing in return, but because certain photos of him could get him into a lot of trouble.

“What about you though? Don’t want these to be seen by anyone else either.”

“I doubt that hackers are interested in the thirst trap of a random chick.”

“You’re not random.”

“They don’t know that.”

His worries were washed away by the next picture. You had taken it over your shoulder, capturing your back and the curve of your ass, your panties showing off more than Niall would have expected.

“Shit babe, you’re making me fucking hard.”

“That’s what I was going for”, you grinned and took one last photo where you slipped three of your fingertips under the waistband of your panties as if you were about to touch yourself. Then you got back into bed because you felt like lying down was a good idea with what was about to happen.

“Are you jerking off now?”

“‘m not. Doesn’t feel right without your consent.”

“Well, Mister Niall Horan, I hereby allow you to jerk off to my photos.”

“You’re too good to me. Gonna put those fingers to good use too?”

You bit your lip and murmured in agreement before setting up your legs, spreading them and sliding a hand down your center.

“Yours feel so much better though.”

“I bet they do, love. Are you wet for me?”

“Hmm so wet.”

It was true. The teasing, the images in your mind of Niall touching himself and how sexy you had felt while taking those pictures for him had made you desperate for some touching. You could easily slide two fingers in while the inside of your palm put some friction against your clit.

“Would love to taste that pretty pussy.”

An uncontrolled moan left your lips. You weren’t expecting him to be so straightforward but it was hotter than you would have thought.

“You’re so good with your mouth always.”

“Yeah? You like it when I eat your sweet little cunt?”

“Niall”, you whimpered while you kept fingering yourself, your pussy making some filthy sounds that you were sure Niall could hear too.

“I bet you look breathtaking right now with your fingers on your wet cunt and your tits out and your pink cheeks.”

His words reminded you that you should probably take off your t-shirt and give your boobs some attention so you put down the phone next to you and peeled the piece of clothing over your head with one hand before throwing it away. Now you could talk to Niall as if he was lying right next to you while playing with your pussy and your tits at the same time.

“What do you look like right now? Are you naked?”, you whispered as you pinched one of your nipples and closed your eyes, imagining it was him.

“I am now. Touching my cock to the the thought of your body. Would love to kiss you right now.”

You blushed and you were glad he couldn’t see it.

“Me too. Making out with you and wrapping my fingers around your thick dick. With your thigh between my legs so I can ride it.”

“Fuck, babe”, he groaned at your words and you could hear the sound of him pumping himself.

While he talked about what he would do to your body, how he would kiss you, how he would press you down on his thigh, you had rolled over and digged through the drawer of your bedside table. When you had found what you were looking for, you gave your full attention back to Niall and his moans while he was jerking off to the thought of fucking you. The toy you had grabbed was on a low setting as you pressed it against your dripping pussy.

“Is that a fucking vibrator?”, he gasped as he recognized the quiet buzzing sound on the other end of the phone.

Instead of replying, you sent him a photo of the toy inside of your panties.

“Fuck, such a naughty girl. I’d tease you to no end with that thing if I was there.”

“Tease me? I think you should make me come as quickly as possible with it.”

“Nah, you’d have to earn that.”

“Earn that how?”

“By sucking me off like a good girl would.”

You closed your eyes again and imagined kneeling between his legs, wrapping your lips around his cock while looking at him. He would stroke your cheek, call you his good girl before throwing his head back and enjoying the blowjob. 

“Yes I’d be so good for you, Niall. I’d lick your tip, then take as much of you in my mouth has I can.”

“Damn right you would.”

“And you’d make me gag on it, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck yes, darling. You’d take my cock so well.”

“Such a good girl for you.”

Niall zoned out for a second. His mind was flooded with images of you sucking his dick, of your big eyes looking up at him, how you hollowed your cheeks and closed your lips around the base of his shaft while deepthroating him. His cock was twitching in his hand and he knew he couldn’t hold himself back much longer.

“‘m close, pet. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Where would you wanna come if I was with you?”

“Would make you swallow all of it. Like the good girl you are.”

You hesitated for a second but then you decided to just go for it, hoping it would push him over the edge and not make him cringe. As you opened your front camera again, you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue to take a photo that showed you from the bottom half of your face to the swell of your breasts, careful that it wouldn’t give you away but still let him get the hint. After pressing send, you whispered “Please come for me”.

He didn’t know what happened to him as he heard the ringtone of a text. While he was still lost in thought about you, he grabbed his phone with his free hand and hastily opened the picture. His hips bucked up at the sight and the quick back to back moans told you that he was coming. In his mind, he spurted all of his cum into your mouth, making you swallow it while he cupped your cheek and called you his good girl again. As he came down from his high, his breathing steadied and he blinked a few times to get back to reality.

“Fuck” was all you got to hear from him at first.

“Now you should be tired enough, hm?”

“Not enough to leave you high and dry.”

“It’s alright, babe, you should go to sleep.”

“Forget it, Y/N. You still got that vibrator going?”

“Yes.”

“Put it on a higher setting. And let it go. You’re still wearing your panties, right? So it’s not going anywhere?”

“No it’s… oh shit, no they’re keeping it there.”

“Good. How does it feel?”

“It’s… different. It’s makes my whole pussy vibrate… but I need more.”

“You’ll get more, pet. Now what about your tits? Give them some love.”

You did as you were told. While the toy was buzzing freely inside of your panties, you had both hands to cup your boobs and squeeze them. Your thumbs were brushing over the hard nipples, making you bite your lower lip.

“Wish I could see you right now. And be there to play with your tits and suck on your nipples.”

“Niall please”, you whimpered, still occupied with your chest as your pussy was craving for more.

“What do you want, darling?”

“Please let me touch my clit. Need to come.”

“Oh you need to come?”

“Yes please. I’m so wet for you and I’ve been such a good girl.”

“You have, haven’t ya? Alright, pet. Take the vibrator and hold it against your clit.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you grabbed the end of the toy and positioned it at an angle that the part the vibrated the most was right where you needed it the most. Your whole body jerked by the feeling that rushed through your veins, spreading goosebumps over your skin and clouding your mind. A desperate moan left your lips.

“Feels good, yeah? God, I bet your pretty cunt is throbbing.”

“Can’t take it much longer, Niall, please. I’m gonna come.”

“Oh no, you can. I’m gonna count down from ten and when I’m at one, you can come. Sounds good?”

You weren’t sure if you could stick to this deal but you agreed anyway because if there was one thing that made your orgasm even more intense and exciting, it was your sexual partner telling you when to have it.

“10… 9.... 8…”

The pauses within his countdown were draining. You could have made it easier for yourself by easing the pressure that you put on your pussy with the toy but you knew Niall wouldn’t if he was in physical control of this so you suffered through his painfully slow counting.

“7… 6… so close, darling.”

Your hips twitched and all that kept you from coming was whining and biting your lip to scrape up the last bit of self-control that you had in you.

“5… 4… 3…”

That was it. 

There was no way you could hold back your orgasm any longer so even though you weren’t allowed to come yet, the knot in your lower stomach exploded. You moved your hips up and down, back and forth against the vibrator, riding yourself through your high and pinching one of your nipples to give yourself the extra bit of pleasure while flashes shot through your throbbing clit. Your pussy clenched around nothing, missing Niall’s fingers, or his cock, or whatever he would have been willing to give you. The orgasm was long and intense, a result of the teasing and the build-up. You only came down from it slowly as the overstimulation hit you and you had to turn off the toy. Your other hand was caressing your boobs, making you shiver whenever you brushed over a sensitive nipple. When you realized that you had come too soon, you were brought right back to Niall on the other end of the phone who had been quiet for the past few seconds or minutes, you weren’t sure anymore.

“I’m… sorry?”

“Don’t be, love. Enjoyed yourself there, huh?”

“Y-yeah… yeah it was… wow, it was pretty intense.”

“‘m glad. But I gotta think about what I’m gonna do with you when I get back.”

You weren’t sure if that was a threat or a promise.

[zigtheeortega]

“’cause we're collectin' moments; tattoos on my mind”

pairing: raleigh x mc

@choicesmarchchallenge

word count: 2,071

song inspiration: sometimes - ariana grande 

tag list: @violinet​ ; @bloodxbound​ ; @dadrianraines​ ; @mentallych-ill-desi​ ; @adrixnrxines​ ; @roguemal​

author’s note: the lyric (that’s the title) from sometimes inspired this fic! i love raleigh sm. also sorry for the double post it just lined up that way lmfao. also sorry if this is an unpopular opinion, but i dont care for the platinum mc so i decided to make her more of what i thought raleigh’s type of girl would be (lmao). anyways, hope u enjoy!!!

She tripped over a large crack in the sidewalk, almost wiping out completely, but Raleigh’s strong grip managed to keep her going.

“C’mon, Dom, they’re gaining on us!” he laughed, whisking her through the street, cutting through an alleyway.

He stopped abruptly and pulled her close, a mischievous grin on his face. He held a finger to her mouth, and cocked his head in the direction of the street.

The paparazzi sprinted by, not even glancing in the direction of the dimly lit alley. The shuffling of their feet faded into distant patters.

Raleigh tiptoed to the opening of the alley and peeked his head around the damp brick wall, before jogging back to the shadows, the smile from before still lingering on his lips. “Coast is clear.”

“So what now, genius?”

He chuckled, hugging her close with one arm draped lazily around her shoulder. She could smell the cheap tequila on his breath, a reminder of their rendezvous at the sketchy bar.

She leaned into his touch, the buzz not quite wearing off yet. The alcohol weighed her head down, and before she knew it, she rested it on his shoulder.

“Well, I haven’t done anything truly reckless in a while. Gotta keep the bad boy image up,” he said, sliding his arm down to her waist.

“Are you gonna explain what that means exactly?” she laughed.

“You might not think it now, but I used to be a goodie-goodie,” he started, guiding her towards the opening in the alley. “When I first started in Sunset Skatepark, I was supposed to be absolutely perfect, and tattoos were a huge part of that, believe it or not.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re lying.”

“Honest to God, I’m not lying. I wanted them so bad that I got any old stick and poke that was offered to me, which I don’t recommend at all,” he shook his head. “Obviously they’ve been covered up since then by these beauties,” he gestured to the arm wrapped snugly around her. “But I miss the spontaneity.”

“You, Raleigh Carrera, miss spontaneity? Mr. Publicity Stunt? Mr. Dating to Get the Tabloids On His Side?”

“I know it sounds crazy, Dom, but I miss being kind of secretive. Getting a tiny stick and poke where no one could see was exhilarating.” She looked up at him, and his face was bright.

His face was reminiscent of the past, a hint of gratification that she knew he hadn’t felt in a long time. Raleigh had always struggled with being truly content with his life, and she knew that their whirlwind romance was something to fill his void, as harsh as that sounded.

She couldn’t imagine what he’d been through. She’d gotten a taste of the high life, and she was exhausted. Knowing that, she didn’t mind being the person to fill in the cracks, clinging to the pieces to keep it together.

He used chaos as escapism, as a way to outrun the parasitic tendrils of the industry, the burden that came with being a household name, and the inevitable role model title that came with it.

She knew he was chasing a high that he could never sustain, and if feeding into his law-bending fantasies was the way to bring out the best in Raleigh, she would do it no matter the cost.

“So you want us to get party tattoos?” She finished, and his features twisted into a sheepish expression, one that was foreign on his face. He wasn’t one to get beaten to the punchline, so he seemed surprised by her willingness to match his energy.

“What do you know about party tattoos?” He smirked, his curiosity piqued.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out… eventually.”

He quirked a brow and leaned back, glancing at her lower back.

“I’m not saying a word,” she giggled, grabbing onto the hand draped around her waist, intertwining their fingers.

They rounded the corner and spotted the neon sign of the tattoo parlor down the road from them.

“You sure about this? Tattoos are permanent, you know. Plus we’re not exactly in the right mindset for this.”

“I’m sure.”

They walked in silence for a while, the only sound between them the tapping of her heels on the concrete sidewalk.

He pulled on the handle, and the small silver bells attached to the inside of the door jingled, and a gruff-looking man covered in tattoos looked up from the magazine he was reading. Luckily enough, it had to be Raleigh’s most recent cover.

His eyes widened, and Raleigh stopped him almost immediately. “I’d really appreciate it if you could keep this between us. We had to outrun the paparazzi a few minutes ago, and we really wanted a night to ourselves.”

The man looked starstruck, so Raleigh continued. “I’ll pay extra to rent out the shop for an hour or two.”

He shook his head, finally finding his words. “No need, Mr. Carrera. I’d only request an autograph, and maybe a picture to show my wife, if you wouldn’t mind. She’s a huge fan.”

Raleigh flashed him his most charming smile. “You got it.” He grabbed a sharpie and the magazine, while the man switched off the open sign and locked the front door.

“You want me to make it out to anyone in particular, sir?” He asked, signing his name with a flourish.

“Yeah, could you make it out to Linda?”

“Of course,” he smiled, a few strands of hair falling in front of his face while he concentrated on the message he was scrawling.

The man led them to a back room, and sanitized his station before sliding on a pair of gloves.

“How do you want to do this?” Excitement glimmered in his eyes, and warmth spread throughout her chest.

“I thought it could be a surprise,” she said, already locking in on an idea.

“You read my mind,” he grinned. He stripped his shirt off quickly, his lean torso flexing as he shimmied off his top. She tried diverting her eyes, but to no avail. He caught her staring, a hint of hunger in his look.

She sat just outside the room on a small leather couch, thumbing through Raleigh’s magazine shoot and interview to keep herself company while the needle buzzed in the other room. The interview was alien to her; he was keeping true to his public image, but it was so different than the side of Raleigh he’d allowed her to see.

She pitied the public who’d never get Raleigh to be truly candid and vulnerable with them.

Soon enough, he was done, and it was concealed from her eyes by the small bandage.

“I have an idea of where I want it, but I’m not so sure what I need to do…” she trailed off, not knowing how to approach an underboob tattoo. Was it appropriate to keep the shirt on? To take it off? Should she just take her bra off?

“If it’s anywhere near your chest, you’ll have to take your bra off. You can keep your shirt on as long as you keep it above the area we’ll be tattooing,” the man said professionally, and it eased her mind.

Raleigh watched from the doorway as she unhooked her bralette and slipped it through the arm of her shirt. His eyes were trained on her as she laid down on the table, lifting her top to right underneath her nipple. She didn’t mind him watching her; a heat bloomed in her stomach when she truly realized how her body commanded his.

“Go sit down,” she said, shooing him away. He chuckled, raising his hands up in front of him, before plopping on the same leather couch she had sat minutes before.

She described the tattoo to him, and he looked at her like she was crazy. It was simple, but so reckless. Something she wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of a few months prior. But something that seemed so natural and… right.

The machine punctured her skin, stinging in a way that was a comfortable pain – therapeutic, even. She winced, sighing as the needle passed across her rib bone.

“I have to go back over it one more time, and I’ll be done. You’re doing great,” he said under his breath, intently focused on maintaining the steadiness of his grip on the machine.

She gritted her teeth as he passed over the tender skin again, sucking her breath in.

“You okay?” Raleigh called from the other room, concern laced through the raspy bass of his voice.

“I’m great,” she replied, gripping her shirt above her bra.

“You’re all done,” he said, rubbing a thin layer of a sticky substance on her skin before taping a small bandage over it. “I’m putting petroleum jelly on this. Don’t take the bandage off till this time tomorrow.”

Within a couple of minutes, Raleigh handed over cash and a hefty tip to the artist, and they were out of the door.

It was nearly 2 a.m., and her thoughts seemed clearer, the cloudy haze of tequila beginning to fade. They walked leisurely down the empty road.

The street lamps were illuminating small patches of the road, the stretches of darkness more prevalent than light. The apartments and small shops were closed – they were the only people outside.

He stopped her underneath the bright bulb of the lamp nearest to them, and grinned. “Were you planning on showing me what you got at some point?”

“Yeah, but only if you do it first,” she replied, barely able to think straight. Her eyes grazed over his features as he looked down on her, taking in the soft shadows left on his tanned skin, his jawline and exposed collarbone looking especially sharp under the yellow light.

“Alright, that’s fair.” He pulled up his shirt, before peeling back the tape and the bandage with it. He’d gotten a tiny cloud tattooed right above the paragraph of text on his ribcage.

“What does it mean?”

His eyes glimmered despite the dim lighting. “You’re the only person in this world that makes me feel like I’m more than what I pretend to be. And you’re the only person who’s really seen the real me, and makes me feel like I’m… worth something, you know? I feel like I’m weightless, like I’m floating when I’m with you. Like I’m dreaming. Like my head is in the clouds, but in the best way.”

He reached out to stroke her cheek, and she leaned into his hand. He pressed his lips against hers softly, and she chuckled once. He pulled back, eyeing her. “I never thought I’d see this side of you, but I’m so glad it’s my secret to keep.”

He grinned, and reapplied his bandage, gesturing for her to take her turn.

She pulled her shirt and bra up, just enough for the bandage to be free. She lifted the tape, revealing two letters: R.C.

His eyes widened. She could tell he was momentarily stunned, so she jumped right in.

“My whole life I’ve felt average. Just another girl chasing a dream that she’d never achieve because she sounded and looked like every other girl that she was competing with. You changed my life. One in a Million was my ticket, but you were the one who gave that to me.

“I never wanted to be ‘boring’. I was just cautious. Comfortable. Safe. You’ve brought out a side of me that I never thought I could be, because you believed in me. I could spend a lifetime thanking you, but I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“So you branded yourself with my initials?” He said, still stunned, but the look on his face had softened significantly.

“And you got a tattoo inspired by me, too. What’s the difference?” She smiled and sniffled, scrubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I guess we belong to each other now,” he said, before sweeping her up into his arms and kissing her fervently, the distant sounds of the city keeping them grounded.

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[brokendevilwrites]

What would Clarkes reaction be if Lexa sent her that picture you just reblogged in high school verse?

Looking at her phone once and then twice and then a third time, just to make sure she saw exactly what it is that she thought she saw, Clarke immediately stands up from the kitchen table and excuses herself from dinner early. 

“Are you coming back down for dessert?” Abby calls in amusement at her daughter’s rush, but it goes ignored as Clarke runs--(and then trips on the first step because maybe she shouldn’t be staring at her screen)--up the stairs to her bedroom. 

She unlocks her phone again and enlarges the picture as she sits on her bed so that she can zoom in on the tight lines and the little bellybutton and the underwear that is lowered just the right amount. Lexa might feign that she isn’t interested in being creative but Clarke is pretty sure she’s holding a work of art in her hands and she doesn’t know what to do.

Lexa:You okay there, stud?

It’s hard to not roll her eyes when the message pops up, the banner blocking her view of the tasteful underboob and how the shadows of her muscles dip just right, but she manages for just long enough to open up her messaging app. Part of her wonders if her staring is creepy but, thinking about it, Lexa’s whispered much worse to her in class and she feels marginally less guilty about her greedy eyes.

Clarke:You knew I was having dinner withmy parents, Lexa! That was almostmortifying. I had to leave.

Three little dots pop up and disappear two more times before Lexa texts back and Clarke settles onto her bed to relax. She knows she should go back downstairs and spend time with her family but the pull of Lexa is too strong, it’s always been too strong, and the knowing looks she gets when she hops out of Lexa’s car after school tell her that her parents are very aware of where her distractions are coming from recently. 

Lexa:I thought you might want to knowwhat I look like without your lipspermanently attached to my body.

Lexa:Do you like it?

She debates what to reply. If she’s positive and honest then she knows Lexa will run wild with her replies, little teasing comments and (if she’s lucky) another picture. But if she says no then it runs the risk of Lexa never doing it again and Clarke is pretty sure, more than anything else actually, that she wants more of what Lexa wants to show.

Clarke:I do.

Lexa’s dots come up again but Clarke decides that if she’s going to do this, she’s going to do this right. She might not be as ready to take a full picture like her girlfriend has done but she’s willing to try, for her patient, loving, insanely hot girl.

It takes her more than a few minutes to work up the courage but Lexa has been nothing but supportive and kind and Clarke is very aware of how attracted to her Lexa is which helps her make her decision. Knowing she has her assets Clarke sits up and raises her phone at the right angle, inching it down just enough that there’s a tasteful glimpse of her cleavage and the hint of her pink lips being teased with her teeth. Lexa texts twice more in the time it takes her to apply three filters, only to remove them self-consciously, and she decides to just go for it. 

Clarke:You seem to be the expert. Is thisa good picture?

It might be teasing Lexa but the second she sends the message Clarke closes her eyes and throws her phone to the end of her bed, letting out a squeal that’s mixed with nerves and excitement. They’ve showered together, Lexa’s hand was literally on those boobs not twenty hours earlier and she knows she’s being ridiculous.

(But still, a risky text is a risky text.)

When her phone chimes three times she knows she needs to reply and she smirks because damn that was a fast response. She peeks at her phone with one eye closed, laughing softly to herself at her dork of a girlfriend.

Lexa:Fuck me.

Lexa: Shit, Clarke. You can’t do that to a girl. What the hell?

Lexa:Call me. Now.