Dude, why did no one tell me these exist
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Just gonna ask this.
Lance Tucker or Lee Bodecker? ( whom would you date, if u had a chance?)
Most definitely 100% hands down Lance "The Fucker" Tucker!
I love Lee too though 🥺🥺.
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Other Sebastian Stan Characters Masterlist
↬ A Day at the Races
Frank (Endings, Beginnings)
↬The Birthday Party
↬ Excuse Me, What?
↬ 398,872 is a Crowd, 2 is Us
↬ You Awake?
↬ Cuddles w/ Lance Tucker
↬ The Story of Us (Social Media AU Series)
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Ass or titties?
I am nothing if not a man who knows how to love and appreciate a nice piece of cake.
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FAIRYEVANS' 1.5K SLEEPOVER!
wow, i’m just so happy and so thankful to see how many of you appreciate my work, it just means everything to me!!! so it is only fair to throw a little sleepover so i can interact with you all, starting tomorrow JUNE 21st till JUNE 28th! 💗💓🧚♀️
you can send stuff starting tonight! so here are the activities!
❦ CYM! (cast your mutuals as…)
❦ HEADCANONS, DRABBLES AND BLURBS! (for example. give me a concept and a character on your mind, hit me with some nsfw, i’ve been feeling a lil whore-knee lately )
❦ MOODBOARDS! (for example. libra sun + steve rogers)
❦ PLAYLISTS! (for example. dilf!steve vibes)
❦ KINK RATINGS!
❦ GAMES SUCH AS WOULD YOU RATHER OR FMK!
❦ ASTRO’S FIC RECOMMENDATIONS! (ask for anything, and i will recommend some of the best)
❦ DROP YOUR HORNY THOUGHTS! (we shall discuss our dirty minds, no matter how filthy 😌)
❦ ASK ME MY TOP 5…
❦ FACTS ABOUT ME! (get to know me besties!)
CHARACTER THAT CAN BE DISCUSSED:
❦ ANDY BARBER
❦ ANTHONY MACKIE
❦ ARI LEVINSON
❦ BUCKY BARNES
❦ BRUCE BANNER
❦ CARTER BAIZEN
❦ CHRIS EVANS
❦ FRANK ADLER
❦ JAKE JENSEN
❦ LANCE TUCKER
❦ LEE BODECKER
❦ NATASHA ROMANOFF
❦ WANDA MAXIMOFF
❦ SAM WILSON
❦ STEVE ROGERS
❦ RANSOM DRYSDALE
tagging some mutual besties!💗
@strawbeariefaerie @midnightf @gwenavibra @chanelfaerie @planetofawe @jannqt @bloomingbucky @holdontorogers @danneelsmain @donutloverxo @balenciagabucky @honeyloverogers @agentofbarnes @flowerbouquet @0mrs-evans0 @buckysdaydreams @buckyblues @mickey-henry @sapphireplums @babyyhoneyydarling @darlingsteve @bitchassbucky @eun-dadplease @buckysbrattybug @ronimina @certainaesthetic @littlenymphie @ritesofreverie @geniedetails @fuckandfluff @captainwans @loveaffaire
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SEBASTIANHUB’S 2K CELEBRATION
TOP 10 CHARACTERS (as voted by our followers)
↳ #10 Lance Tucker in The Bronze | 12.6%
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Happy father's day!
Fuck off with this shit. I'm nobodies father. I might be a fuck boi but I know how to wrap it before I tap it.
Y’all if you have ANY fic recs for lance tucker or Lee Boedecker pls send them my way
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Find Out Next Week
I Can't Believe That You're in Love With Me
A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy
Games and Lectures Pt. 1
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A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Word Count: 902
Warnings: None, tis all fluff
A/N: This is based on an ask I submitted to the lovely @slothspaghettiwrites (hey bestie!!) a while ago. I didn’t expect to write this but here we are! I’m thinking about writing a small series for Lance... but I’ll see how I feel about it.... I’m probably gonna do it. Do people read these author’s notes???
Today just wasn’t his day. As soon as he lifted his head from his pillow, he could tell that today wasn’t going to be sunshine and lollipops. Lance had woken up, with a stiff neck might I add, a whole hour later than he was supposed to. When he looked to check the time he was met with a dead phone. The charger wasn’t plugged in.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, already annoyed at everything.
He was quick to get back on schedule, getting dressed and out the door in less than 5 minutes. “Oh Christ,” he spat in a whisper to himself.
It was cold and raining all day; bone-freezing gusts of wind shot bullets of sharp, cold droplets everywhere. He hadn’t grabbed his raincoat, and the water was quick to soak through the layers of his coat and track suit, but he pushed on and made it to the gym. Having arrived well over an hour late looking like a wet dog, Lance was in no mood to be made fun of, but that didn’t stop the other coaches and gymnasts from snickering as he walked by.
He wishes he could say that training went on like normal, but no. When he was warming up, his stiff neck made it hard to tuck his chin in. Then, one of the new guys accidentally knocked over the chalk basin all over him. Then he couldn’t stick a clean landing on any of his routines. And to top it all off, on the way to the locker room he stubbed his toe. He had had it.
He shoots you a quick text.
Lance: Are you at home??
A few minutes go by as he waits for your reply.
Y/N: Yeah, it’s my day off.
Lance quickly packs his things and makes a beeline for his car, thankful that the rain had decided to take a break.
Lance: Can I come over?
Y/N: Sure, just use your key when you get here
Lance drove almost on instinct to your apartment. The usually quick route was clogged by Sunday drivers who seemed to be scheming against him. It took him 20 minutes longer than normal to finally arrive at your apartment. Putting his car in park, he quickly makes the climb up the 3 flights of stairs to your door.
“God, why the fuck does she have to live so high up,” he mutters, simply angry at everything at this point.
He pulls out his key chain to find the key you had given him months ago. Finding the key with the little gold metal painted on it (you did it as a joke, you thought it was hilarious), he unlocked your door. The second the lock turned, he was met with a wall of comforting scents. You loved scented candles, your current favorite being cranberry and mandarin. There was the smell of herbal tea; of course you made tea, you always did when it was cold and rainy like this. Then there was the smell of you. A mix of your shampoo, your body wash, and the natural loveliness that was just you.
Lance took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the calming aromas. You had heard him come in, the heavy sigh he released after kicking off his muddy shoes. Lance all but threw himself on your couch, his head resting in his hands. The dull throbbing pain in his temples pulsed in time with his heartbeat. You smiled softly from your spot in the kitchen, automatically knowing it was one of those days.
You quietly made your way over to your grumpy boyfriend. You kneel in front of him, gently pulling his hands from his face to hold in your own, you have him look at you. His eyes are red, irritation that built up during the day evident in his baby blue eyes. The bags under his eyes show just how tired he is, how the day seemed to have kicked his ass.
“Do you wanna sleepover? We could order some food, you can shower, maybe watch a movie or just go to bed. Does that sound nice?" you offer in a soft voice that doesn't add to his headache and a comforting gaze. He nods after a moment, offering a weak smile. “Alright,” you whisper and press a feather-light kiss to his forehead.
Before you can get up to order the food, Lance pulls you into his lap effortlessly. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. He draws in another deep breath and shuts his eyes. You hug him back without a second thought, your own arms around him, rubbing soothingly up and down his spine. The tense muscles in his back finally start to reluctantly relax. You press a few kisses to the top of his hair and cradle him into you.
"You ok, baby?" you ask against his hair, your free hand holding his head gently.
"Just wanted to hug you, is all," he answers in a croaky voice.
You smile and hum, hugging him tighter. Lance holds you in his lap, relishing the way your warmth radiates through him. Running your fingers through his hair softly, you let him hold you as long as he needs. His day might have kicked his ass, but nothing beats the way you feel in his arms.
Tag list: @slothspaghettiwrites , @aquahogcodes
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One of my biggest pet peeves: People reblogging RP scenes / conversations that have absolutey nothing to do with them without adding shit to it. I get if you want to be part of a conversation but don't fucking reblog an RP Scene / Convo that's doesn't have anything to do with out. It's fucking annoying.
I am the fucking god of gymnastics!
Lance you beautiful son of a bitch
Also, I love these bc it keeps me on my toes for Seb trivia 😂
P.S.S. We should have a Seb trivia night somehow.
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Oooo! For the summer treat asks!
Lance Tucker LOVES the 4th of July celebration sugar cookies from the store. He’ll eat a whole package after we would win a medal!
Prince Jack Benjamin would love the Cotten candy sorbet/sherbet￼. Since he is royalty (and an ass hole yet a vulnerable innocent boy who deserves a pride flag above his door) he would want it in a gold goblet with a gold plated spoon. He would say it is passion fruit, or dragon fruit sorbet but the kid in him always gets the Cotten candy
Chris Beck would have donuts. Not just any donuts though! He would order special donuts that are designed like planets. Some with galaxy backgrounds, some with the solar system on it, or even even just build an entire cake with donuts as the planets or a rocket ship!
TJ Hammond? I think we all know this one, A unicorn Starbucks drink :)
So many wonderful idea here, lovely anon! ❤️❤️❤️
Having to buy two trays of cookies because Lance won't share. Jack eating out of a gold chalice is everything. I would happily share a donut with Beck. And TJ deserves any drink he wants because he deserves the world. Delicious Summertime Treats. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love that thought you put into these.
Love and thank you!
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Walking into Friday night. Y’all ain’t ready!
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I could give you a massage if you want? That’s if you trust me not to get fruit jizz on you.-🍒
*Lance takes a drink of his smoothie.* Sure, but you have to wash your hands first. No telling what you've been touching.
Bad Dragon Imagines
An assorted collection of characters I write for teasing and fucking you with a Bad Dragon toy.
Orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader
Lance Tucker x Reader
Loki x Reader
Eddie Brock x Venom x Reader
Jefferson x Reader
Tony Stark x Reader
Victor Creed x Reader
Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Sam Wilson x Reader
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Can anyone help me find a Bucky or Lance anon that isn't 18+ please? I have been searching for months but to no avail :(
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Name of fic: Band of Gold
Pairing: Lance Tucker x OFC (Eleanor)
Plot summary: Eleanor Austin was annoyed that Lance was ‘taking’ her job. But in the end, he decided to shut her up.
Warnings: Strong language, smut.
Author’s note: I finally watched The Bronze on Netflix (thank God) and I have had some inspiration from it. Hopefully everyone loves this fic and I would appreciate reblogs, likes and comments!
Eleanor Austin was sat in Ben’s office at the local gymnasium. She was an events coordinator for the Olympics committee and she was in Ohio to help recruits gymnasts for the US team.
Of course, when she saw Hope and Maggie enter the gym throughout the window of the office, she also saw THE Lance Tucker.
Yes. Him. The douchebag and fuckboy.
She stood up from the desk and angrily stormed out and into the gym. Her blond hair was up in a ponytail and was swinging from side to side and stood in front of him, arms on her hips.
“What the fuck are you doing here Lance?” She hissed at him, crossing her arms.
“Well, well, well… Ms Austin. I should ask you the same thing.” Lance remarked, kinda smirking a little bit.
“I’m here to recruit Maggie here.”
He started laughing hardly. And possibly not realistically.
“Come on sweetheart. We both know that’s not your job. You can’t even do any gymnastics!” Lance boasted, getting quite close to her. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Haha. Very funny. Firstly, I know exactly why you’re here and you shouldn’t be. This is my job. I am here to bring Maggie AND Hope to the Olympics, a part of the US team. And secondly, I am the best at gymnastics. So I don’t know what you’re talking about, asshole.” Eleanor retorted.
Lance just looked at her. “Sweetheart. The last time you tried the floor, you fell over multiple times. Everyone knows I am the God of Gymnastics.” He snarled at her, pointing a finger in her face.
Eleanor just pushed his finger away from her face and recited back, “You are nowhere near the ‘God of Gymnastics’. By the way, the floor is not my event, you stupid asshole. And also… don’t call me sweetheart.” Eleanor walked over to the beam and took off her jacket. She had a gym leotard underneath it.
“Oh my God… Are you Eleanor Austin, the Olympic gold medallist from the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics? You were amazing on the beam!” Maggie came up to Eleanor and smiled at her.
“Uhh.. yes I am.” She smiled back at Maggie.
Lance was surprised that she was a gymnast at the 1984 Olympics.
“Can I have an autograph?” Maggie got out a book and pen and held it to her chest.
“Of course.” Maggie replied.
She then signed Maggie’s autograph book and handed the pen back to her. As she put some powdered chalk on her hands, Lance came over to her.
“Since when did you attend the 1984 Olympics?” He asked her, leaning against the big chalk box.
“None of your business.” Eleanor grunted at him, going over to the beam and standing on top of it and getting ready with her hands up in the air.
“To be honest, I didn’t know you were so good at the beam.” Lance bragged.
Eleanor just ignored him and began to do some flips and somersaults. Lance was impressed at the way she was flipping about. She then flipped off the beam with a full twist and landed perfectly.
Lance clapped slowly, wasn’t sure if that was sarcastic or for real, but he was clapping.
“Well done. That was… actually not bad.” Lance declared.
Eleanor just rolled her eyes.
Later on, at the venue for the Olympics, Hope and Eleanor was standing on the sidelines until they saw Lance with Maggie. He went over to them.
“Why do you try to ruin everything that's good in my life? Really, Lance what the hell did I ever do to you?” Hope barked at him.
“All of America talking about your fucking bronze. Third place. I won gold and silver and everyone got up for Hope's miracle. Well, because of you, I'm never gonna get that moment back and I'll damn make sure you won't either.” Lance snarled back at her.
“Hey! Don’t talk to her like that!” Eleanor shouted at him, pointing at him.
“I had no control of what people talk about. Take that up with the God of Gymnastics.” Hope said to him.
“He is NOT the God of Gymnastics.” Eleanor scoffed.
“I AM the fucking God of Gymnastics!” Lance took Hope by the arm and grabbed her. “You're talking to fucking Zeus! I made my own destiny. And not on milking some pity vote for fame and glory over one lucky accident but by consistency of excellence.”
He then let go and got quite close to Eleanor yet again.
“You think you're gonna show me up again? Hell fucking no. And pretty soon that beat up nostalgia train you've been riding since 1984 is gonna come to a pathetic, useless halt. Can't fucking wait.” Lance snarled again and then shook his head, smiling and looking up to the ceiling.
At her motel room, Eleanor was drinking some chai tea on her bed as she was watching TV. She then got a knock on the door. She placed down her cup down on the table and walked over to the door, peeping through the peephole to see Lance.
“Lance. What the fuck are you doing here?” Eleanor asked him from behind the door, annoyed at what happened last time at the Olympic venue.
“Just let me in sweetheart.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me sweetheart?!” Eleanor elaborated.
“Fine. I won’t call you sweetheart. Just let me in.”
Eleanor sighed and let Lance in. She went onto her bed again and continued to drink her tea from her cup. Lance closed the door behind him.
“So asshole… what is it you wanted to --”
Once he was in that room, Lance had slammed the door and walked over to her, and devoured her with his mouth, his hands, which were everywhere. As if he were ravenous.
And she remembered standing in front of him, her dress a puddle on the floor, and how she’d started to shake, her knees knocking together, like she was a virgin, like this was the first time. Because had she allowed herself to hope, this was what she would’ve hoped for. And now here it was. And that was terrifying.
He pulled down his trousers and it showed a gold medal tattoo near his dick. He then presented himself, putting one arm up in the air. Eleanor was confused as hell as he showed it to her.
“What the fuck Lance? What the fuck is that tattoo?” Eleanor criticized Lance’s poor choice and taste of tattoos.
“Shut up sweetheart!”
He thrusts once, cautiously. He thrusts again, and he's gone, he's off into the careening nowhere. He lives for seconds in that soaring agonizing perfection. He hears himself gasp in wonder. He falls into an ecstatic burning harmedness, losing, lost, unmade.
There was nothing but obliterating sensation, thrilling and swelling, and the sound of fabric on fabric and skin on fabric as their limbs slid across each other in this restless, sensuous wrestling...
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abducting the princess
✁summary- When the Princess of Coultoria is kidnapped only weeks before her wedding to Prince Loki of Asgard we must retrace the steps to see how we got there and find out what exactly happened so that the princess can return home safely.
AN ⌁ i started this story on my other account but that account was shadowbanned so i am moving all of my stories here and i am really excited to write this and i hope that i will be able to do so
warnings ⌁ guns, blood, death, and kidnapping
word count ⌁ 790
You could hear the gunshots, the grunting, and feet and bodies hitting the floor. You could smell and almost taste the iron from the blood. You knew that all it would take for this to stop was for you to go out there for them to see you but where you ready to give up your life to these people. You weren't gonna do it until you saw him. They were going to kill him because he wouldn't tell them where you were and before you knew it you were walking out and you couldn't stop the words spilling from you mouth.
"Don't do it I am right here let him go"
Wait that's not how our story begins, our story is not one for the faint of heart, it is not a story of happiness, gumdrops, and rainbows. If you can not handle the dramatic twists and turns of this story, you should stop before you get in too deep. This is the story of Princess Y/N of Coultoria and how well we don't want to give away too much of the story so let's go back to the beginning.
While the rain was pouring heavily from the skies one young woman was determined to get to her destination even if she had to walk through the mud to get there. She didn't think she would make it with it seeming that the sky was falling and the squishy wet substance getting in between her toes. Her hope was no longer shot because she could finally hear what sounded like an amazing party and see the lights of the tavern. She finally made it and now her eyes were finally on the end result, you see someone told her that a man in this building had the experience to do what she needed to be done. So she walked to the exact spot where she was told he would be and sat right next to who she hoped was him if not there would be a lot of trouble for someone. She was nervous but there was only one way for her to get what she wanted and what she wanted was worth it more than her nerves. She finally asked "Are you the one they call Bucky?'.
The man responded, "Who wants to know".
"Someone who could have a job for you"
"Yea I'm Bucky."
"Bucky I need you to kidnap the princess."
Wait guys, I don't think that is the beginning of our story either that seems more like you know what let's just start from the very beginning so we won't have this problem again.
Once upon a time The King and Queen of Coultoria had a daughter and they named her Y/N. Y/n had the life that every dreamed of well everyone, everyone except her. Now before you start judging her before you should get to know her. Y/n didn't always hate the royal life she used to love it adore it. That all change when she was 14 years old and night while she wanted to go to Ingrid's Ice Cream Shop with her parents. She remembers that day like it was yesterday they were leaving Ingrid's and they were walking down the side walk to get back to the car you could hear the breeze of the air but other than that it was eerily quiet when suddenly gun shots rang through her ears. She screamed and turned around to her mother's lifeless body laying flat on the sidewalk next to her. Y/N doesn't remember how she got home or the days to follow. One moment she was enjoying her day, the next her mother was killed, then she was at her funeral. This couldn't be her life. It took time but slowly she was able to face the world again or so she thought. Her father banned her from leaving the castle until she was married. How would she get married if never left her castle well after her mothers untimely departure her father became cold and unlike the man she knew for 14 years of her life and arrange his daughter to marry King Loki of Asgard. He claimed it was for the good of the country, the country whose citizen took her mother away from her at least that is what she thought. That is not the life that she envisioned for her self, it wasn't the life that her mother would've wanted for her. This wouldn't be the life any parent would want for there child so she started thinking of a plan on how she could escape this life and stop existing in a nightmare she wanted to live life again she knew this is what her mother would expect of her
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