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vellicore · 10 months

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FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy.

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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💌 I am wondering about your thoughts on Lance Tucker 👀👀

i hate him so much but also i'm entirely obsessed with him and i love him.

he is so awful but so hot and god just the idea of him!! i mean can you imagine him degrading you and just being so fucking mean while he has his way and takes you any way he pleases???

and he no doubt has a praise kink, so he'll force you to be vocal, too. he wants to hear how good he makes you feel, and he wants to hear you cry out how much you love being used by him.

and he just gets cockier and cockier each time your walls involuntarily squeeze his throbbing length impossibly tighter as he fucks you from behind, his big hands gripping your waist, grabbing at your doughy hips and belly as he gropes you feverishly, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust as your ass slaps against his hips, the room filled with the wet sounds of your fucking, his growls and taunts, your broken moans and mutterings of indescribable pleasure as he calls you a disgusting, pathetic whore for letting him fuck you, again and again. for begging for his big dick to fill up your tight little hole, for wanting him to cum inside you because you're so fucking desperate for every bit of him you can get.

and he fucking loves it when you agree, because you know as well as he does exactly what you are. what you are for him. because you're not just a slut, you're his slut. and as you collapse on his bed, thoroughly worn and leaking him, he smirks as you glare at him when he slaps your ass. you can play off you hate him all you want, but he sees the way you shoot daggers into him and any woman he so shamelessly flirts with near you, he feels you, on nights like these, when you're in bed with him and you think he's asleep. he feels you crawl closer to him, feels when you rest your head on his chest, feels when you snuggle into him.

he lets you think he doesn't, but he does.

and look, he's not one for commitment. he doesn't do all that lovey dovey stuff. but maybe there's something to be said about just how much he enjoys nights like these...and the way he's almost excited to pretend to be sleeping next to you, waiting for you to find him and wrap him in the warmth only you can provide him.

and maybe there's something to be said about the lack of other women he's brought home these past few months, not that you needed to know who he spends his time with, but still, he finds himself wanting to brag about it to you. just so you know how lucky you should feel to be the only one in his bed, no other reason, of course.

and he knows come morning, odds are you'll be gone by the time he wakes up. or, like the past few mornings, maybe you'll stay just a little longer, maybe have some breakfast. but he isn't concerned either way. because he knows, just as well as you do, that you'll be back tonight. and like every other night for the past week straight, you'll be in his bed.

right where he wants you.

right where you want to be.

right where you belong.

#q #what happened? i blacked out for like twenty minutes there #lance tucker #lance tucker x curvy!reader #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker drabble #lance tucker smut #sebastian stan characters #3k celebration #asks #tumblin theworldaway

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months

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Slutttyyyy, could you please write something with Lance Tucker, where the reader finds out about his tattoo and he asks her “wanna see the number one?” And then she goes down on her knees and sucks his dick.

Thank you in advance.🩷

Tattoo » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Boyfriend!Lance Tucker x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out about Lance’s tattoo.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, (m receiving), praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, pet names (baby, baby girl)

A/N: Thank you for requesting!🩵 I had fun writing this!🥰 @buckys-wintersoldier

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Lance were making out as you two bursted through the door of his apartment. His hands grasped the back of your thighs and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He took you to his bedroom and dropped you on his bed. Lance took his jacket off and you took the opportunity to take off your shirt and throw it somewhere in the room, along with your pants and revealing your lace bra and panties to him. Lance licked his lips, taking a moment to look over your body.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Coach?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night, baby, but first I want to show you something.” Lance took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. “Wanna see the number one?” He asks while unbuckling his belt.

You bit your bottom lip and eagerly nodded your head. You watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling down his pants and boxer in one go. Your eyes immediately caught sight of his tattoo. You slid off of the bed, getting on your knees. You and Lance have been dating for a couple weeks and this is the first time you’ve seen his tattoo.

“Is this real?” You asked while tracing his tattoo and looking up at him.

“It’s real, baby.” Lance confirms.

Your eyes went further down. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock, licking with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, pumping him in your hand. You licked the underside of his cock, starting at the base and all the way up to his tip. You licked the precum from his tip before wrapping his tip and sucked on it. Lance moaned and tilted his head back. You moved your lips further down on his cock and started bobbing your head. You flattened out your tongue, allowing his cock to slide against it.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Lance moans.

He places a hand on the back of your head to get you to take more of his cock. You gagged a little when his tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly relaxed your throat. Your hands grasped his thighs to steady yourself.

“Your mouth feels amazing, baby girl.” He moans.

He slowly started to thrust his cock in your mouth. You looked up at him with an innocent look in your eyes.

“You look so fucking hot down there, baby.” He says, looking down at you.

One of your hands left his thigh and went to his balls, squeezing them lightly to see what his reaction would be like.

“Holy fuck!” Lance moans loudly.

You were pleased with his reaction and applied more pressure, massaging them. Your name left his lips in loud moans.

“Please don’t stop, baby!” He moans, slowly speeding up his thrusts.

You sucking his cock and massaging his balls had Lance go crazy. He absolutely loves it.

“I’m close, baby.” Lance moans, feeling his orgasm build up.

You bobbed your head faster to help him chase his high. He got closer and closer to the edge till a loud moan of your name left his lips as he came in your moan, a little bit of his cum spilt from your mouth and rolled down your chin. Lance stood there panting as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You wiped his cum off your chin and licked it off your finger while making eye contact with him.

“We should’ve done that sooner.” Lance says panting.

You giggled and stood up, kissing him hungrily. His hands found your waist and pulled you against his body.

“I wonder what your tattoo would look like while you’re fucking me.” You say, biting your bottom lip and tracing his tattoo.

“Let’s find out. Shall we, baby girl?” Lance says with a smirk, picking you up and laid you down on his bed.

🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅

-Bucky’s Doll

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biteofcherry · 3 months

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I'm hoping to launch a certain event in the upcoming months (probably starting March, but it's still tbd) and I was wondering, which of the characters I haven't written for yet, you'd like me to include in the future?

#I don't know yet what stories I will cook up for whoever wins #it'll be all decided by my muse #they may get a completely own universe or be included in an existing universe of mine #poll #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #cole turner #cole turner x reader #hal carter #hal carter x reader #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #lance tucker #lance tucker x reader

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

Ask Box‼️: CLOSED (gotta catch up)

Short headcanons

Blurbs

Questions

Shitposting

Silly edits

Fic length one-shots

Taglist❣️: Comment here (no it’s not a threat…unless?)

Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

Tags:

Smut 🍐 || Angst 🟢|| SFW 💚 || Dead dove🔫|| Fluff🐼

Kink Bingo - Done!

Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(

Marvel:

***More of it is on my Ao3 linked in my bio :)

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist ✨

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Call Girl🍐🐼

ASOIAF/HOTD:

Pairings:

No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist ✨

Ser Criston Cole

Masterlist✨

Aemond Targaryen

Misunderstandings? 🟢💚

Winner takes all💚🐼

Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫

Pass the Crown🍐

Jacaerys Velaryon

Winner takes all💚🐼

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Cruel Summer🍐🐼

Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼

A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼

The PR Stunt 🍐🐼

Northron Delights 🍐🐼

Viserys III Targaryen

Unwind🍐

Egotistical 🍐

Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐

Jon Snow

The crow who called wildling🍐🐼

Maegor Targaryen

Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫

Daeron Targaryen

Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫

Others:

Tommy Miller (TLOU)

Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼

Dirty Talk🍐🐼

Cockwarming🍐🐼

Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)

You can be my daddy🍐🐼

Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

week 3 - day 11 - kinktober - overstimulation and semi-public sex - coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

warning - overstimulation and semi-public sex.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Y/n walks into the locker room and begins to strip down. The day she had was quite stressful. Especially with being the assistant coach to Lance Tucker, she hears a door open and footsteps come close, not being able to grab her clothes quick enough as the person has already come around the corner.

Standing there with a cocky smirk was the famous Lance Tucker, his dark eyes trailing down her body, and his pants tightened as he took in her cute little body. Her plump breasts sit soft and full on her chest, and between her legs, there’s a nicely trimmed pretty pussy, Lance’s eyes slowly trace every inch of her body with his eyes before meeting hers. Lance licks his lips with a dark glint in his eyes before slowly moving forward.

“Did you really think that we were finished? There’s still more that I need to teach you, kitten.” He’s close enough that she can see the stubble growing, close enough for her to smell him, causing her mind to go fuzzy. Lance’s right-hand travels up her naked body, skimming her breast before settling on her cheek. He leans down and smiles. “If you want to be a great coach, you must get through this lesson. Do you think you can do that, kitten? Think you’re dumb little brain will let you understand what I teach you?” His condescending tone goes through one ear and out the other.

His hand grips her chin and moves her head up and down before he steps back and stares her down. “Lie down on the bench, kitten and spread your legs” Y/n opens her mouth to argue but quickly shuts it when her gaze meets his dark one. She gets onto the bench and lies her naked body against it, legs on either side. Her glistening folds are on view for anyone to see, and her nipples harden from the cold.

Lance moves closer and runs his hand up her leg and to the inner of her thigh, feeling her squeeze her thighs together when he gets too close to her core. “Uh, uh, kitten. Keep them open, or there will be consequences.” Y/n shyly opens her legs, her gaze locked on her instructor, her mentor. “Good girl,” his fingers skimmed her wet lips before locating her clit and beginning to rub figure eights. Causing Y/n’s back to arch and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Moans fall from her lips as she’s never experienced this amount of pleasure.

Lance continues his quick movements against her clit, his cock hardening when she cums from just this. He moves a finger down to her hole, collecting the juices that leak from her. Lance slowly pushed a finger inside, hearing his cute little assistant squeal, as she had never felt this full. “Fuck kitten, I’ve only put one finger in, and it’s already such a tight fucking fit.” Wiggling it inside her small hole before thrusting it in and out, he curls it up and hits her sweet spot causing Y/n to curl into herself as she screams.

Lance wants to see how many times he can make her cum, and he’ll use each finger and maybe his cock. His dumb little assistant will be so fucked out and overstimulated that she’ll always be begging for him. He smirks at the thought.

Y/n’s back arches when she feels her core tighten again, and a white-hot flash flushes through her as she cums. Her cunt tightened around Lance’s finger and squeezed it, “Jesus – fuck kitten. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.” He continues to move his finger around even though Y/n tries to wiggle away from him, complaining that she’s too sensitive. “You're going to have to suck it up, kitten or your not good enough to be my assistant.”

Her wide eyes stare at him, filling with tears, wanting to please him and be good enough, so she slowly nods. Lance grins before pushing a second finger inside her, groaning at the tightness. “We gotta loosen you up, kitten, or there’s no way I’ll fit.” His fingers curl up, thrusting deep inside. The sounds of her wetness fill the empty locker room. Without warning, he adds a third, thrusting them hard and fast into her, enjoying how her back arches and squeals. The feeling of being full is getting to her head, and she slowly pushes herself onto his fingers, eyes rolled back and wholly fucked out.

“Aww, I haven’t even fucked you yet, and you’ve already gone, stupid kitten.” Lance leans down, his other hand gripping her chin as his fingers continue to move. “Just wait until I get my cock inside you. Then you’ll go really dumb, kitten.” He stretches her tiny hole open, watching as she cums three times just from that, her body twitching and her cunt sensitive.

“Ah– ah, please – oh, too much–” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head, tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. Her cheek, covered in drool that has leaked out, Lance grabs her and turns her, bending Y/n over the bench whilst taking his member out of his blue track pants. He lines himself with her entrance, feeling excited inside that he finally knows what it feels like to be inside her.

Pushing the tip of his cock in, he groans as he’s met with resistance even though she’s cum four times, and he stretched her with his fingers. “Fuck kitten, you're choking my cock.” The warmth and wetness wrapped around him nearly brings him to his end, but he holds back. Lance bottoms out, listening to your little whines and babbles when he begins to thrust, “shh, kitten, this is a part of your training, remember?” His cock pounds into her little cunt, walls tightening around him, and he throws his head back. “Oh– best cunt I’ve ever had, kitten. We’re going– fuck– have to do this every day– shit– so you can pass– ugh” Lance falls forward, feeling her pulsate and clench around him, making it harder for him to hold back.

Your core tightens again, and you feel more sensitive that it starts to hurt. “L–Lance, i–it hurts.” Fat tears begin to roll down her face as her cunt clenches around the prominent member inside her, and she spasms, cumming hard. Juices squirt out of her and all over him, and his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of her milking him dry, cum shooting out of him and filling Y/n to the brim. Triggering another orgasm within her, earth-shattering and blissful, her walls squeezing his cock so tight that he felt it would break as she continued to cum two more times.

“Damn, kitten. Do you think you have about ten more in you? Because I’m going to take you apart piece by piece, with my mouth, then my fingers and lastly my cock.” A dark chuckle leaves him. Leaning down, he kisses the back of your head before whispering. “Maybe we should get some food and water in you. You’ll definitely need it.” His hand wraps it tightly around your throat as his cock hardens inside you. Slowly beginning to thrust again as he imagined taking you apart, the sounds, the feel, having you entirely to himself was exhilarating.

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foxgloveprincess · 3 months

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Lance Tucker x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: After your night with Ransom, you’re moving on—really.

Word Count: 2,818

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Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Stalking, Fear/Paranoia, Unreliable Narrator, Yandere Vibes, BDSM (Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Rope Bondage, Suspension, Aftercare), brief Smut (Vaginal Penetration, Unsatisfying), Pet Names (baby, pidge, etc). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Here’s some more Ransom, being patient as he can be. Let me know what you think!

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Breathe. In. Out. Your body relaxes into the cradle of ropes. You catch a glimpse of Chase, his smile shining for his audience. You keep your thoughts on him, too scared to let them drift.

Though, another eye catches yours from the crowd. Your lips twitch and your teeth worry over them. Hunger, deep and dark, glinting. Pride radiating in waves. The eyes of a man who looks at you as though you’re a pristinely polished trophy. And you’re happy to be that for Lance Tucker. Just for him. God, what you’d let that man do to you. Never imagining the man who might do it better—never.

You try to blink away thoughts of that rich asshole and let your eyes drift closed. A hand binding your wrists, around your throat. That smug smirk of his as he took you apart piece by piece.

No. There’s no room for Ransom. He didn’t write you a check, but a week later you’d gotten a direct deposit—more than he’d promised. And you hadn’t heard from him since. Good riddance.

You find Lance in the crowd again and let his proud smile satisfy you. You don’t need some pompous, entitled, egotistical brat hanging around being a creep. You’re glad Ransom got you out of his system. Really. You are.

You breathe a moment, centering yourself back in the present. There’s no need to think about Ransom Drysdale. None at all.

“Are you alright?” Chase asks in a quiet tone. His hand reaches out to steady you, grounding you to the conversation with him.

“I’m fine,” you reply before assessing the state of your body. “But a little sore? Maybe? I think I might need to come down soonish.”

“Alright,” Chase says. He turns back to the crowd announcing the end of his presentation, explaining the aftercare and begins to lower the rig.

Your belly finds the mats, hands still wrapped behind your back. You turn your head and rest it on the cushion while you wait. Chase approaches and kneels by your waist.

A laugh huffs from your chest when you look up at him. “I could have stayed up longer.”

Chase quirks a brow. “I’m sure you could have. But I didn’t think you should.”

You make an accepting sound in your throat and let him do his work. A minute passes before your limbs are all free. Chase wraps the rope from his palm to his elbow, winding it to put away.

Slowly, you begin to move. First legs, stretching into the air and bending, then arms. When you finally push up from the mat, Chase stands ready to help guide you back to your room.

“You did good today,” you remark as you both walk down the hallway. “They were eating up every word. Saw a bunch heading toward your photography table.” He smiles at you. “I think they really like the pose, too.”

The door opens to your room and you find your futon. Chase hands you your snack and drink.

“What do you think about going vertical next week?” he asks, brushing his fingers over your forehead while you lay comfortably on your bed.

“As long as I’m not upside down,” you reply with closed eyes and a yawn.

“I’ll let Lance know you’re ready for him.” Chase leaves you drifting off to sleep to get your boyfriend—the newest addition to your aftercare routine.

The door opens and you feel the tender touch of Lance’s hand. He leans down to kiss your lips.

“Hey, baby,” you murmur, half asleep. But when you turn over and open your eyes, no one’s there. You sit up and glance around.

The door sits in its frame, shut and undisturbed, just like the rest of your room. Must have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn…

The door opens and Lance struts in. You catch his eye and his smile beams.

“God, you were fantastic!” he enthuses. Taking his hands from his track pants pockets, he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. They taste of cherry chapstick, how could you have forgotten that—the lips that kissed yours before him didn’t.

“You waiting up for me?”

You nod without a word, unsure as to what to say. Part of you wants to mention that moment before he came in. But why would he want to hear about your dream? Instead, you pull back your blanket, inviting him to warm you up.

“As soon as we get back to your place, I’ll get your epsom salt bath going,” he starts, liking the sound of his own voice as much as you do. It grounds you, especially after a strange encounter with a figment of your imagination. “Gotta make sure you aren’t sore in the morning. Then we can get you in your…”

He keeps talking and it lulls you to sleep. Knowing that when you wake up, he’ll take you back to your place and sleep over. And everything will go like it always does.

Which is why you’re unsurprised when Saturday morning dawns and Lance has slotted himself between your thighs.

His hips curve into yours, his cock stretching you wide. Your fingers dig into his spine, clutching him close. Moans spill from your lips. His heavy breaths brush across your cheeks. Sweat beads on his brow as he readjusts you, stretching one of your legs closer to your chest while keeping the other wrapped around his hips.

Your lips press together. It all feels good—always has. Even when you were finding your groove together, with his athleticism and your need for intimacy.

He makes noises of pleasure. His hips accelerating in a signal of his imminent release. Your eyes close, focusing on your own. Lance’s hips stutter. He paints your insides with his cum and sighs.

A sunny smile spreads his lips. How his hair remains coiffed after all the sweat and exertion, you don’t know, but it’s endearing. A quirk you quite adore.

He flops to the side, running his hand along his abdomen, tickling the tattoo of the gold ribbon he has leading down his pelvis. Another uniquely Lance thing. So proud of his accomplishments, and you don’t blame him. He’s incredible.

But your pulse thrums with the dissipating arousal of your unsatisfied lust. Your arms reach over your head, stretching sore muscles. Without meaning to, you let your mind wander. How Ransom made you sore in the best way. How he fit inside you. How he made you cum until you ached for nothing but pleasure.

Your boyfriend’s hand reaches over, smoothing over your tummy and flicking at one of your nipples.

“Where’re you going?” he asks.

You look over and smile. Eyes trace over his pouty lips and bright blue eyes. You tilt your head and brush your lips to his.

“I’m right here,” you reply.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” Harlan asks. He leans back in his chair and you lift your head from your research.

“The toxicology of plant-based poisons,” you reply, immersed in your work. Though, you know it won’t satisfy your boss.

He says nothing more for a moment. Letting you turn your full attention back to the research at hand. He probably didn’t need much help in the subject with how long he’s been writing murder mysteries. Still, he always likes to be accurate. As few creative liberties as possible—at least where it counts.

“Alright,” he says with as little enthusiasm as he can bestow on such an acceptance. “You will tell me eventually, mind.”

“Will I?” you mumble distractedly.

“You’re not a very good liar.”

You snort and turn the page, picking up a highlighter and sticky note to jot down a thought on a passage about cyanide.

“It isn’t something Walt did, is it?” he prods, the weight of his observant gaze heavy on your shoulders.

“No, Harlan,” you reply, recapping the pen in your hand.

“What about Ransom? He gave you some trouble a little while ago.”

You swallow and push aside the embarrassment and panic that spikes through you, replying, “No, Harlan.”

“Huh,” he says.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask with a huff of mild frustration.

“I’m quite stuck on what should happen next,” he says with a flick to the corner of the page.

“Right,” you drone with the skeptical quirk of your eyebrow sent in his direction.

He smiles that enigmatic smile of his and reaches up a hand to cup his chin. “You know I’m just concerned.”

With a sigh, you give up on your work. Your boss won’t let you focus on it anyway. Folding your arms over your chest, you lean back and contemplate how best to word your explanation. One tiny slip and the jig is up. How could you possibly tell him his grandson paid to fuck you better than anyone ever has?

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you admit, pursing your lips around the word. “Don’t need to tell you all the gory details, though.”

“That’s the best part of a story,” he refutes with a twinkle in his eye. His full attention remains on you, waiting for the final crack before the flood.

“Let’s just say,” you pause for the right wording. “My boyfriend is amazing, but doesn’t always…” You trail off with a hand gesture to imply the rest.

“You mean in the boudoir?” Harlan twines his fingers and tilts his head in interest.

You snort and nod. “Yeah.” You lean back in your chair until your eyes meet the ceiling. “Got me thinking about the last prick. He was an asshole, but he...” You trail off, uncertain as to how you might finish the thought.

Harlan looks at you a long while. When your head turns to meet his gaze, he says, “May I offer advice in the form of an old adage?”

You sit upright and nod. “Lay it on me.” Complete with a grabbing motion of your hands.

“Comparison is the thief of joy.”

It sits in the air, letting you soak it in. Harlan returns to his manuscript in silence. Yet you’re stuck on the words. He’s right. Ransom is your past—a blip, if anything—and Lance is your future—a real, solid one at that.

You turn back to your research with determination. Refusing to let Ransom occupy a second more of your thoughts. You start back on your note about cyanide.

“I know that’s not all, by the by,” your boss intones right as your pen meets paper. “But it’s enough for now.”

You swallow and glance over your shoulder to him. “Thanks.”

Harlan nods with a hum and places his glasses on his nose.

The sounds of the typewriter fill the empty space of the room and the two of you continue your work. You lose yourself to the facts and let the hours tick by. Thoughts wavering on your future.

“Seriously, this tastes like shit.”

You hear his voice before you see him. Your heart drops to your stomach. All you can think is ‘Oh, God, no.’ Your feet find the final step and you freeze. Unsure of the best course of action.

You might be able to completely skirt by unnoticed through the front door. Or the back patio. As long as Ransom stays in the kitchen.

It was coming back inside that posed the problem. Harlan sending you on an errand to the local public library to pick up a book he placed on hold. If Ransom were still here, how could you avoid him without knowing his position in the mansion?

“It’s a good thing I didn’t make it for you, Hugh,” Fran replies.

You blink out of your momentary panic. As if Ransom ever stayed so long with his grandfather. He’d be long gone by the time you got back. You scurry out the door, closing it with the softest click.

The breeze bites through the air. It stings your face with its crisp coolness. You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck and bundle your hands deeper into your sleeves. On the threshold of winter, you dread the thought of the first snow.

You wait a moment for your car to warm before driving down the road to town. Thoughts mull in your mind, but music tunes them out. The radio already blasting holiday songs on repeat, prompting another train of thought to occupy you. Your first holiday not alone. Gifts for Lance. Holiday plans and the small, hopeful feeling warm in your chest.

You find a parking spot at the library and exit your car. The cold wind bustles you inside and you walk to the front counter. Used to your face, the librarians move quickly to check-out Harlan’s book to you. You smile and thank them, and then you’re on your way back, with little time to get your head on straight when thoughts of Ransom resurface.

Parking the car, you linger a moment in the quickly dissipating heat. The car door slams behind you. A few quick strides take you back up the steps and into the house. You shiver as you undress your outerwear, hanging each piece up on your hook—coat, hat, scarf, mittens.

You pause to listen. Straining to see if you can hear Ransom’s voice anywhere in the house. Knowing how much he likes to hear himself speak. Nothing. A sigh of relief blows past your lips.

The stairs creak on your ascent. Marta greets you on her way down, a furrow between her brow. You almost ask her about it, but she slips away in a quick descent.

You make it to the second landing and stop. He’s standing right there. Staring at a painting on the wall—one you’d admired before, reminiscent of Artemisia Gentileschi. One you pass multiple times a day on your way up to Harlan’s study. One of your favorite pieces in the house, really.

Wishing to turn invisible just for a moment, you clutch the book close to your chest and close your eyes. With determination, you open them and march past Ransom, ignoring his presence. Yet, in your periphery, his head turns.

“Oh,” he says—is there a tinge of affection in his tone? He cocks his head to the side and takes a long perusal of your body. His eyes narrow. “Where have you been?” Any question of tenderness vanishes with the question. Replaced by his usual derision.

You hold up the book in explanation. He squints at the cover and his lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. He seems to think better of a comment and looks back to the painting.

“If you’ll excuse me then, Mr. Drysdale.”

His jaw ticks in irritation. Eyes flashing toward you, he grits, “Call me Ransom, pidge.”

You step sideways toward the stairs up to Harlan’s personal study. “Right,” you mutter under your breath. “I just thought—” You shake your head. A buzz in your pocket catches your attention. You pull the screen halfway out to check. The preview of a text from Lance shines up at you. Your lips twitch toward a smile as you tuck it away. “Nevermind.” You make it up two steps before you hear his voice again.

“Is Lance treating you right?”

You might have thought the question just a figment of your imagination—prone as you are to those. But turning around, he watches you curiously. Your lips part, stunned.

“How did you know about him?” you ask with a glance over your shoulder to the upstairs door, drawn but not closed. Praying that Harlan won’t be privy to this unexpected conversation.

“Friend of a friend,” Ransom replies with a shrug. But his eyes do not leave yours. It unsettles you, the steadiness of his focus.

You swallow down your unease. “Why do you care?” you prod. Your face scrunches in an expression of dubiousness.

Ransom blinks and looks away to the painting again. “I don’t.” The words rasp between his teeth.

“Right,” you mutter under your breath. “Well, Ransom.” Your fingers tap on the book cover. “I, uh, hope you have a nice rest of your day.”

You retreat up the rest of the stairs and enter Harlan’s study. With a great huff of air releasing your nerves and pent-up frustration, you glance at your boss. A curious expression adorns his features. Your stomach flips, but you ignore it and hand over his book, ready to get back to work. You’re sure he’ll ask his questions later.

As for you, you’ve got some answered. Like the fantasy of whether Ransom would really be such a horrible option. The answer is yes. No matter how well he fucked you or how he sent you reeling in your throes of passion, he is not the man for you. Of that, you’re now absolutely certain.

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sebastiansluts · 4 months

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boyfriend!coach!lance tucker with bratty!reader, she keeps mouthing off at him during practice and he teaches her a lesson in the locker room, fucking her until she can’t speak then pissing on her face and reminding her who she belongs to, and who she listens to. aftercare after where he cleans her up and coddles her.

hope this is okay 😭 completely understand if not!!

This is definitely okay!!! I hope what I wrote is okay!

Lance Tucker x Reader; everyone is above age, reader is 20s ish, coach/student relationship, dub-con, rough sex, degradation, extended orgasm, piss kink- pissing on face, aftercare

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“I swear to God, you mouth off one more time…” Coach Tucker threatened and you laughed right in his face, then turned and ran off, doing a cartwheel over to the balance beam. You hopped up, doing some simple moves, grinning at the junior coaches who were staring at you, before leaping off straight into Coach Tucker.

“Ow! Coach,” you whined, rubbing your ass where it hurt from landing on it. You could hear the other coaches murmuring and you knew you were in trouble when you saw his eyes on you- dark and angry. “If you hadn’t been standing there I would’ve been fine!” you pouted, crossing your legs as you sat on the ground, staring up at Coach Tucker who had stood up and was glaring down at you.

“Get. Up.” Coach Tucker said slowly, breathing heavily, and you grinned, recognizing that look.

“Make me,” you replied, sliding your hands into your lap, framing your crotch. Coach Tucker’s eyes darkened further and he looked up at the rest of the room.

“Practice is over, everyone go home. Except for her, I’ll be waiting with her for her mother, to talk about her behavior,” he informed everyone, glaring back down at you, and you just straightened your ponytail, grinning up at him as the junior coaches gathered their things. You pushed yourself to your feet, walking to the locker room to change, pleased with yourself for getting out of practice an hour early, and for riling Coach Tucker up.

You had just changed out of your leotard, throwing it in your bag along with your sports bra and underwear, letting your hair down from your ponytail as you turned to walk towards the showers. Before you could, you were slammed up against the wall, albeit rather gently, but still hard enough to make you gasp.

Coach Tucker’s bright blue eyes were full of anger and disapproval, all of it directed at you. You could feel your heart beating faster as he yanked you away from the wall and pushed you down onto the bench, making you straddle it.

“You fucking brat, you just couldn’t fucking wait for practice to end could you?” Coach Tucker asked, pushing you down so your torso was on the bench, kicking your feet apart and forcing your hips up, yanking you backwards until you had to wrap your arms around the bench to hang on.

“You’re such a pathetic slut, desperate for your Coach’s cock, huh? That all you were thinking about when you decided to mouth off to me? Thinking about this?” Coach Tucker punctuated his question with a slap of his dick to your bare pussy, before pushing in, making you yelp. “Oh, don’t gimme that, you can take it.”

By the time he bottomed out, you were breathless, body heaving in his hands. “That’s it, that’s a good slut, take it all, just like you were made to do. Perfect fucking pussy, just like that, nice and tight.”

“Then fuck me, Lance,” you whined, and he slapped your ass hard. You shouted, and he fisted your hair, pulling your head back until his lips were at your ear.

“Never tell your Coach what to do,” he warned, then dropped your head and gripped your hips. Lance pulled his dick out all the way then slammed it back in your cunt, making you scream. His dick stretched you out, filling you so completely, you were in tears immediately, begging him to slow down, overwhelmed with feeling.

“Coach please, it's too much! I’m gonna come!” You cried, his dick hammering your spot, making you see stars.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Brats don’t get to come before their coaches,” Lance spat harshly, fucking you harder, nearly lifting you off the floor as he lifted your hips up higher. You squealed, unable to hold back, and you came, dripping down your thighs onto the floor.

Lance didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you mercilessly through your orgasm until it hurt, until you were coming dry. Only then did he finally pull out, coming in hot stripes across your back and ass, your sobbing cries drowned out by his moan of satisfaction. He let go of your shaking hips, your legs folding immediately, you kneeling on the locker room floor, trembling and crying as you looked up at Lance.

“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured, and aimed his spent dick at your face. You closed your eyes, tears flowing relentlessly anyways, and felt his piss land on your cheeks, then your lips, your tits, before going back to your face, spraying you completely. It finally trickled down to nothing and Lance stood there for a moment while you cried. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his steely blue eyes.

"I am who you listen to, I am the one in charge. You belong to me, baby."

Then he was moving, stripping his clothes, going into the showers and turning them on, before coming back and bending down to gather you in his arms. He picked you up easily, carrying you into the running water, and helping to hold you upright as the water began washing away his fluids.

“Come on baby, easy now, don’t fall asleep on me, I still gotta get you clean,” Lance murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrinkling his nose at the smell of his piss in your hair. “Alright now, that’s my girl, let’s get that soap nice and sudsy, make you feel all better, princess.”

You swayed where you stood, falling into Lance’s arms more, as he did his best to wash you up while holding most of your weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest when he turned off the water, lifting you up and putting your legs around his waist. He carried you that way, like a child, back into the locker room, where he sat down on a towel on the bench, using another towel to start drying you off.

"There we go, my girl's all clean now, such a pretty little thing you are," Lance cooed, stroking your cheeks. You smiled dopily, your body sagging, only held up by his hold on you. “My sweet princess, let’s get finished up here and get you some food, huh? Whatever you want baby, just this once.”

You were floating, but you nodded anyways, leaning forwards and nuzzling into your boyfriend’s neck, mouthing at the skin and sucking light marks into it. “Thanks Coach,” you murmured, and Lance kissed the side of your head, wrapping his arms around your bare back, hugging you to him.

“Anytime princess. You know I’ll take care of you, however I want.”

#rose writes #lance tucker #lance tucker smut #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x you #smut #no y/n

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Lance Tucker X reader:

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility (18+)

I’m so weak for Lance tucker tbh

He’s an total asshole and a dick but I’d do anything and everything for him 🧎🏻‍♀️

Stretching you (out)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: lance tucker (he’s a fucking warning ⚠️😩), slightly forced stretching (trust me, it’s gonna be good👀), fingering, oral [ m&f receiving -> 69], p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, pain kink(but not a lot), dirty talk, let me know if I missed smth

Let’s thank @jamneuromain for the split part👀

Moodboard for this one shot here

18 +

Walking into the gym, you looked around. There were no people around anymore, since you had booked a session with a personal trainer- Lance Tucker himself- and wanted to work on yourself a bit. It’s not that you weren’t happy with yourself- you just wanted to try it out. Maybe going to the gym would become your hobby? Maybe you’d like to come here?

Ha, you’d definitely like to come but you didn’t know that yet.

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, feeling his gaze on you. It felt like he was trying to stare into your soul… or making out the outline of your nipples under your shirt and sports bra.

Lance laid out a mat on the floor while you put your beg aside and followed him, not being able to stop looking at his ass- fuck, he had such a- “I can feel you staring” said the man without needing to turn around. Once again you felt your blush deepen.

Quickly you looked away- even though your gaze fell on him again when he took off his jacket, throwing it aside. His shoulders stretched out the material of his white t-shirt and you could actually see his nipples perk up, feeling the chilly air hit his arms.

Fuck, his arms.

You couldn’t stop looking at his biceps while he put up some equipment. He could tell you were still looking at him. Good.

“Haven’t I told you to stretch?” he said, folding his arms, knowing it would drive you crazy… and surprise, surprise, you looked down at his pecs, swallowing once, twice.

You slowly nodded, putting your leg forward and leaning forward, touching your toes. The last time you stretched was probably in highschool- you didn’t remember any of the exercises besides this one.

Watching you, Lance chuckled, stepping closer, and stopping purposely right in front of you, with his crotch close to your face. Automatically you lifted your head up, staring for a moment at the curve in his pants but quickly averting your gaze away from his, well, dick.

Your cheeks were burning, while he seemed pretty smug, looking at you exuding power and sex appeal, enough to make your knees wobble.

He showed you a few other exercises to stretch your legs and arms… and watching him stretch his arms made you want to be choked with that biceps.

But what nearly brought you to your knees was the split he did. A fucking split.

At this point you knew you were drenched.

“I can’t do that” you said immediately when he looked up at you, waiting for you to do the same. He chuckled quietly- and even his damn chuckling made your pussy throb- standing back up and stopping right in front of you.

He jerked his head to the floor, signalizing you to get down -you weren’t sure if he meant the split or on your knees but you’d be happier about the second. “I’ll help you, sweetheart, promise. I’ll hold you” he mumbled into your ear before putting his hands on your waist and stepping behind you.

With his other hand he tapped your thigh, indicating you to push your leg forward. “Lance, I-“ he didn’t let you complain, pushing it forward himself while his leg stopped your other leg from moving.

While you slowly slid down you felt a tug in your legs, making you whine quietly- and yet Lance pushed you harder. “Fuck, Lance-“ you gasped which sounded more like a moan.

You felt Lance grin against your neck, while he pressed himself a bit closer against you. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll give you a gold medal to hold, huh? Yeah, I’ll give you the gold..” he mumbled, already feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

His hands slid to the inside of your thighs, slowly coming closer to your core. “I think I need a better hold on you”.his words made you shudder while he pressed you a bit lower- your legs trembled but you couldn’t tell if it was from the exercise or of how close his hand was to your throbbing pussy.

At first you thought you imagined his hand being this close to your pussy but you gasped quietly feeling it even closer. His hand cupped your core, rubbing his fingers over your hot cunt and you clenched around nothing.

“I can feel you throbbing, sweetheart… such a hungry pussy for a good cock… maybe that’s what you need, huh? Could you make a split for me, if I’d let you sit on my cock?” he mumbled into your hair before pushing his fingers against your hole through your leggings. A quiet, surprised moan escaped your lips.

Before you could answer or really savor the feeling, his hand disappeared and he pulled you up on your feet.

He smirked at you for a moment before grabbing your arm and pulling you with him on the mat.

“Now lay down on your stomach“ the authority and dominance in his voice made your knees wobble. You did as he told, laying down on your stomach.

Shortly after, Lance stepped over you with you between his legs. He kneeled over you and you could feel his cock against your lower back, while his hands slid over your thighs, pushing them apart.

Then he leaned forward, grabbing your ankle and pulling it up. You felt the stretch in your thigh but you didn’t mind the pain. If you had to be honest the sting felt pretty nice. You could even say it relaxed you. And turned you on.

He played your body like an instrument. Like he knew exactly how you felt- that you liked everything he did.

Lance looked at your ass in these tight leggings, trying to make out the outline of your slip. But he looked, and he looked…he even learned a bit down but…

“That can’t be right…” he mumbled more to himself than you while his free hand slipped into your leggings, only to feel what he had already expected. “So no panties, huh?” His fingers drove right into your cunt, stretching you with two of his long and thick digits, just leaving them in you, feeling how you squeezed him.

Fuck, he wanted to feel you squeeze around his cock.

But he had other plans before.

You moaned when he curled his fingers and rubbed over the sensitive spot in you, that you always had problems to reach yourself. “Fuck” you moaned, especially when Lance still pulled at your leg.

He started thrusting his fingers deep into your cunt, in and out, in and out… you didn’t know if you were shaking from the feeling of his fingers fucking into you or from the sting in your thigh.

Lance could feel how much you clenched around his digits the more he pulled on your leg, letting you feel even more pain.

Before you could even really think about what was happening, you felt a g-spot orgasm rush over you. “Lance!” you gasped, balling your hands into fists, trying to grab something- the mat- anything. Fuck. Around two of his fingers, nestled thick and deep inside your warmth, you felt your body twitch and pussy clench.

He chuckled confidently, thrusting his fingers once again back into your cunt and rubbing on your spot, not giving you a moment to breathe. You tried to squirm away but he didn’t let you, sitting on you and caging you with his weight. “What are you doing sweetheart? I haven’t stretched your other leg yet?”

You whined, shaking your head when he pressed even harder on your spot. “No- it’s- it's too much- Lance” you whispered, but he didn’t let you move away. “You can take it.” With that he lowered your leg and already grabbed the other one, pulling it back. As soon as he started feeling the slight resistance, he also felt your cunt clench even harder. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Letting me stretch you out so well.”

You really didn’t know if he meant your legs.

As soon as you felt a third finger pressing into your wet heat, you knew the answer to that.

“Fuck- Lance- I can’t-“ you whined not sounding like you meant it, moaning as soon as he started thrusting.

All three thick digits.

You felt hot and sweaty, not sure if it was from all the stretching before or from… the stretching now.

Lance grinded his dick against the curve of your ass. Hard and heavy.

You whined, not being able to say anything or make any other sound than pathetically whining and moaning into the mat. “Mhmm… come on baby, give me another one. I know you can do it” he mumbled, pulling your leg harder once again.

The pain in your leg added to the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers and in the next second you felt your orgasm being ripped from you, your thighs tensing while you sobbed into the mat.

Lance gave you a gentle kiss on your ankle before lowering your leg and pulling his fingers out of your abused cunt.

You felt so empty without his fingers filling you up. You couldn’t stop the quiet whine that escaped your open mouth.

Before you even opened your eyes, Lance had turned you around so you laid on your back, lifting your head. You wanted to ask what he was doing only to look at his back when he then turned the two of you around, making you sit over his chest.

He pushed you down to his crotch, pressing you closer to his hard cock, already peaking over the waistband of his sweatpants. So he didn’t wear any underwear either. “Come on, let’s stretch that pretty throat of yours…” Lance pressed your face into his crotch, letting you know what to do.

You suckled on his head, pulling his pants down and looking down at his thick dick. You stopped for a moment. Just looking and wanting.

His mushroom head was red and leaking pre-cum while his girth was covered in heavy veins that you just wanted to trace with your tongue.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Licking around him, flattening your tongue against his slit, making Lance moan quietly. He grabbed your leggings with both hands, ripping them along the seam, burying his face between your glistening folds.

You gasped, not only because of the cold air hitting your core but also because of his tongue attacking your sensitive clit, sucking on it. “Fuck, please Lance-“

He pushed three of his fingers into your heat, already imagining how you’d feel around his dick, squeezing and milking him.

Moaning against his tip, he used the moment to push his hips forward, sliding past your gag reflex right into your throat. You gagged but started bobbing your head till you were able to take his full length into your throat.

Getting his dick into your mouth made your jaw twinge slightly but you enjoyed the feeling of his thickness. The fact that he was so big it nearly was painful to let him slide into your throat, made your clench around his digits. “Yeah, that’s what you like, huh? A big cock filling your holes…” he mumbled, fucking into your mouth.

Within minutes he pulled two orgasm out of you, even though you felt like you could burn from all the pleasure he gave you.

It was so much.

So, so much…

Too much.

And yet you wanted more.

Lance moaned into your core, grabbing your thigh strongly enough to leave bruises but it didn’t matter. You liked the pain.

When he felt himself coming closer to the edge, he pulled you off of his dick and manhandled you on the mat, laying over you.

He pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, guiding his tongue into your mouth, easily winning the fight for dominance. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan into his mouth. And he kissed so, so good.

His dick pushed against your folds but not sinking into you. Just as you wanted to grab him and guide him into you he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them over your head. “Leave ‘em there” he growled into your ear before sitting up, looking down at you and quickly taking off his shirt.

There was a very confident smirk on his lips.

Your gaze slid over his muscular body, stopping at the medal tattoo above his dick.

Gold medal.

You had no idea where to look at- his god-like body, the tattoo or his leaking cock that you wanted to feel so badly in your cunt.

“We’re still not done with your legs, baby” Lance's voice made you look up at his face watching his satisfied smirk while you just seemed confused.

Especially when he grabbed your leg and started pressing it to your chest. “Lance what-“ “I told you I’d stretch your legs, sweetheart.” With that he leaned over you- and you felt his tip sliding along your folds, still not thrusting into you.

When his tip brushed over your clit, a moan escaped your lips while he pushed against your legs before sitting back on his knees- and repeating everything over and over again.

You could feel your own juices and his pre-cum coating your folds, even leaking out of you and on the mat. You’ve never been so turned on because of something- or someone.

You felt drunk on him, even though he still hasn’t fucked you yet. “Please Lance- you’ve already stretched both of my legs- please, please-“ you whined with both of your legs pressed to your chest while his dick rubbed along your pussy lips- he was so close to push into you.

“Please what, baby?” he grinned against your lips, letting his tip sink a bit into your core before pulling away. “Tell me what you want.” Of course he knew exactly what you wanted but he enjoyed your squirming and begging. If he would’ve been so bothered himself, he’d probably tease you for another hour.

“Fuck me, Lance- fuck me hard. I want to feel it for da-“ before you could finish your sentence, he starts plowing into you, fucking you so hard your eyes roll back, feeling like he could literally break you any moment.

One of his hands glides between your body’s, rubbing over your swollen, sensitive clit, ripping the next orgasm right out of you before you could even realize how close you were.

And he doesn’t stop.

Lance pounds roughly into your overstimulated cunt like you were just a toy to him. Just a hole to fill,- to fuck.

And that’s what you were at this moment.

And you loved every second of it.

When he finally spills into your cunt with a loud growl, filling you up, you can’t even tell how many orgasms you’ve reached- or even if you had stopped orgasming after he had started hitting right into your g-spot. Your whole body was shaking, trembling in his arms while he slowly put down your legs- never pulling out of your cunt.

He slowly laid down over your body, moving his hips lazily, enjoying how your pussy milked his cock all this time. “Lance- I- I can’t” you whined, feeling the pain from overstimulation rush over your body. “Yeah, I know, I know” he gave you a peck on the lips, slowly pulling out of you with a wet squelch.

You felt your cheeks redden when he looked down at your puffy cunt, filled and leaking with your mixed juices. He scooped some of it up with his fingers, before pushing back into you. You whined quietly when you felt him thrust his fingers for a moment before pulling back out.

It was weird to not have him in you. You felt so empty without his thick cock.

“Open up, baby” with your eyes closed you felt his fingers press against your lips. Obediently you opened your mouth, letting him feed you your mixed releases.

Your whole body twitched when you felt his tongue lick over your drenched folds, before he slowly came up to you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and kissing you hotly. Making the both of you moan against each others lips.

The kiss turned gentler and he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“We should do this again…” he grinned against your lips.

You nodded. Yeah, definitely. But you couldn’t find your voice to answer verbally.

“Are you free tomorrow? Seven? I pick you up and we can get some dinner…go back to my place after…”

Well….who needs a cold shower?

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022, Day 15: Objectification

God of Olympics

Summary: Lance just wants you to know your place, because you are his.

Pairings: Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, showing you off to an audience, glory hole, gang bang, rough sex, creampie, a bit of a praise kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

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Lance slaps his hand over your tit, making you yelp out, but his smug face just smiles at you. Stalking around your body, he gives your ass a slap, and leans tight into your body, “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” you respond quickly. Blinking at your guests, as you get to your knees.

“Hands behind your head, and keep your legs spread.”

“Yes, sir,” placing your hands behind your head, Lance walks back in front of you, and starts ripping at your clothing, pushing aside your shirt until your tits are exposed to everyone in the room, and a few of the men adjust their pants. Looking at you like they were going to devour you, but you have behave. He was counting on you.

Squatting down, he rips off your panties, leaving the majority of your body for their viewing pleasure. Lance gives your face a few smacks, before grabbing at your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him. “What are you?”

“A worthless cumdump,” you whimper as his finger rubs along your puffy lips.

“Whose worthless cumdump are you?”

“Yours, sir.”

He slides two fingers past your lips, and runs the appendage over your flattened tongue. As he slides out, you suck on them gently. Your eyes shining up at him. The next push through, he goes all the way to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. The movement of your body, makes your weeping cunt even more visible to the men, and Tyler Rake leans forward to get a closer look, getting his arm slapped by Jax. Marshall just grunts out his approval.

“Whose whore mouth is this?”

“Yours, sir.”

He wipes his fingers soaked in your saliva on your face, because slapping at your tits again. Moving back and forth between your nipples, before he gazes down at you, “Whose tits are these?”

“Yours, sir.”

Traveling down your body, he slaps at your folds, until you squeal out in pleasure. “And whose pretty hole is this?”

“Yours, sir.”

“And I can do whatever it is that I want with it?” You nod your up at him, and he pushes his fingers back into your mouth. You suck on them, tasting your tangy arousal, and he gives you a nod. “I can let whoever I want fuck this worthless, pathetic, whore, cum bucket, can’t I?”

You look over to the men, and suddenly realize why there is an audience, “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.”

“Get in the fucking box,” his finger points behind you to the glory hole wall, and you start to shake you head no, but he tsks you. “Babydoll, you said whatever I want. And I want your body, and your holes to be shared. You are nothing but a cum dump, but you’re my cum dump. Don’t you want to be filled to the brim with cum? Have all these cocks just for you? I’m giving you a gift.”

“Maybe she can’t handle it,” Jax smirks at you. “Can you handle three cocks fucking into, and you have no idea whose it is? Such a needy little cunt, and we’re just willing to help you out.”

“You’ll stay with me?” You look up at Lance, begging him to say with you.

“Of course, Babydoll, now get in the box, and show them how pretty your cunt is spread,” grabbing your hand, he guides you to the box. Letting you get comfortable on your back, he gives your tits a jiggle, and your spread your legs, hearing all the other men lick their lips as they walk closer. Hands smooth along your legs, over your sex, even under the hole, grabbing at your tits. Rolling your soft peaks in between their fingers.

A soft petaly lips kiss up your legs, and a tongue licks up your slit. The hand on your tit searches for your mouth, before he presses in a thick finger. “Giving you something to suck on, Babydoll,” Tyler. You could recognize that voice. The only one with an accent.

Someone’s face presses into your cunt while he kitten licks your clit. Diving in to suck the pearl into his mouth. His teeth giving the bean a little nibble, making you whimper, grabbing tightly to Lance. “They’re only getting started, baby.”

When his fingers push into your cunt, you know right away by the ringed digits that this is Jax, getting his face soaked in your juices. Laving up your arousal like a decadent dessert.

Crying out when you feel a thumb press into your ass. It could only Marshall. Him and Jax work in tandem, fingering both your holes, while Tyler fucks your face with his own fingers. Jax was relentless. Every lewd moan, makes him roll your clit in between his teeth. Curling his fingers, the pads of them stimulate your g spot. Your body lifts up off the platform, and you moan out Lance’s name.

Just before you get to cum, they all stop. Hands back off of you, and you sob at the absence of them. Two large hands slide down your legs, before placing your body just where he wants it. “Oh!” You sing as his thick cock breaks the barrier. No comfort is given to you when he starts jabbing into you. Grunting out how good you feel.

“Pinch her nipples,” Marshall. His hands hold you gently, but his cock drives into you with such force you see stars. Lance pinches down on your nipples, leaning forward a bit to kiss on your sticky skin. “God, you’re such a fucking whore. Got you giving up this pussy to whoever wants it. It feels good though doesn’t it?”

His pace turns into slow methodical thrusts into you. His tip playfully becoming acquainted with your cervix, and you scratch down your legs.

“Damn, save some for the rest of us.”

“Gotta make her…cum,” at the deep timbre of his voice, your walls clean his around him, and he struggles to pull out. Letting the next one step up to the plate.

Jax’s ringed fingers come under the hole, and grab harshly at your tits when he pushes into your warmth. There was a madness to him. A need for him to get off before you. Letting you know just how much you were just a fucktoy to them.

Lance’s hands caress your face, and he gives you a warm smile. “You’re doing so good my little cum baby. You love your thick cream cum don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you moan as Jax slams into you. “Yeah, right there.”

“Oh, right there, Babydoll? That feel good, hmm? My god, she’s fucking adorable. Willing to let us use these whore holes,” he jams into you one more time, before he’s being yanked away.

“Time to flip it over, Babydoll,” is the only warning Tyler gives you before he’s turning you to your belly. kicking your legs to the side before pummeling into you. Holding onto your hips gruffly, and even Lance backs away. Your fingers reach towards him, before, he’s pulling his cock out.

Sliding it past your lips, and watching you gag on his length. Tyler pulls and tugs your body onto him, adding in the few odd slaps to your ass. Pulling apart your cheeks to see where the two of you connect. “Fuuck! She’s so sensitive. So tight, and got me in a vice grip. Let go, just let go, and I’ll fill you up. Jax and Marshall are over hear stroking their cocks and getting ready to watch all our cum drip out of this abused whore hole.”

The way they talk to you, ugh, it was sinful, but you loved it. Lance pulls out, so everyone can hear your labored breathing and pitiful whines. And the sounds alone were enough to have Tyler’s cum paint the inside of you. Pulling out, he’s replaced quickly by another cock. Not shy in using his friends jizz as more lube. “We like it messy,” Marshall growls, before releasing his own seed.

Followed by Jax’s hard slams into you with a fervent need.

“Gotta hear you scream out my name. Your husband is going to watch his cum dump dripping. Uh!” His spunk shoots into your womb, but he just fucks it deeper. Jax loved overstimulating himself. Pulling himself out, just so the three can watch your abused hole drip their cum out. “Push it out,” he says, as Lance walks out to watch as well.

“Or, I can fuck it back into her, and you guys can watch. You always gotta finish with your God of Olympics don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

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likeahorribledream · 17 days

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I know I keep saying I’m going to write, and then I don’t, but inspiration keeps leaving me every time I open a new doc to write.

Right now, I’m feeling like writing something angsty so if you have any requests please send them to me!

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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year

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The Dead Don't Steal

Summary: You'd worked for Lance for decades. He trusted you with damn near everything in his life.... what he never accounted for however, was your damned two-faced betrayal.

warnings: death, angst

WC: 384

You held tears in your eyes as the man advanced on you, a taser in one hand, a knife in the other. Your throat was raw from screaming so loudly for so long. Your body stung and felt numb all at once. Blood covered your torso, sliding down your chest in a slow path. Your mouth flooded with blood as he pulled teeth from your jaw.

But you deserved the pain.You were unfaithful to him. You cheated on him. You were unloyal, selling his secrets to the press. He’d caught you rooting through his vaults for valuable items that you could sell to the news stations across the city for money and hell only knew what else.

And that was all it took for Lance to grip you by the hair and strap you to a chair while his men did their way with you, tearing at your skin, leaving you numb and sore in the aftermath. You were his most trusted, his right hand. Yet, you were the one who betrayed his trust.

You were cocky, you’d never assumed you’d get caught. But one time was all it took for Lance to realize that it had been you that had been selling his secrets. You’d sold his hideouts and everything dear to him to the police and his enemies, and the news. You’d cost him his daughter's life. You’d cost him many of his henchmen.

“What have I told you?” he leered at you, hovering over you, blocking out the light above his head on the ceiling, casting you in deep shadow. “Don’t bother screaming, no one can hear you. Even if they could, they’d be foolish as to step in and rescue you.”

“Lance, please.” you coughed out as he brought the knife to your throat again. “Please, you gotta understand-”

“You’re a traitor!” he interrupted you. “You betrayed me. I loved you and protected you from everyone. I gave myself to you, everything! And you betrayed me, made me look a fool! Why?”

“I’m sorry!” You spat blood on the floor next to him. “Please, Lance, please.” Twisting his face in agony, he clenched his eyes tightly before gripping your throat and slicing it open with a knife, letting out a mimicking cry of pain until silence fell around him.

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 1 year

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Stretching you (out) pt 2

Here’s pt 1

A/N: I realised I never posted the second part even though I had it in my drafts since December 🤣 i really hope you’ll like it!! Let me know!

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: stretching, fingering, fingering/rubbing through clothes, spit as lube, squirting, anal play, anal fingering, anal sex, rough anal sex, dp, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, anal cream pie, cum eating, rimming? it literally just porn without plot

You were nervously entering the gym once again.

Would it happen again? You had no idea if it was a one time thing, but just in case…you left the panties out, purposely wearing your tightest, white leggings, knowing they were see through.

You could already feel how wet you were, alone the thought of Lance being the cause for this.

The thought about what he could do to you today made your pussy clench around nothing.

Lance had promised you a great session, when you two met for dinner after the first training. But he didn’t mention what had happened between you two-and it made you crazy. The whole time you had pressed your legs together, to get some friction.

Only later did you realize he enjoyed watching you squirm like that. “Something on your mind?” He mocked you teasingly.

“Hello, you’re finally here,” said the gymnast, coming closer to you and grabbing your ass, when you were close enough. Both of his hands landed on your flesh, kneading hard enough to make you whimper. “Hi,” you gasped quietly.

Lance let go of you, a smirk on his lips.

God that smirk made your pulse quicken. And your cunt clench around nothing.

At first he just told you to stretch your legs like you’d usually do-only did he also want you to turn around, so he could observe you(r ass). After a while he started doing his own stretching, coming closer to you and putting his hands on your ass, rubbing your flesh.

“White leggings and no panties, hm? I can already see you’re wet, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing his fingers right into your pussy, through the material of your clothes, making you moan quietly. “Knew you’d like it,” you mumbled, feeling him rub your folds and clit, till you could hear the wet squelch even through the material. It was embarrassing how wet you got so quickly.

He watched the material soak with your juices and showed him the outline of your pussy. If he could, he’d probably taken a picture.

But it’d be much better if he could see your naked pussy, without the material. Grabbing the leggings, he ripped them open, moaning when his gaze fell on your throbbing cunt. “So hungry for my cock, huh,” he grinned, already thrusting two of his fingers, working them in and out.

At this point you were a moaning, shaking mess, still trying to hold the position of bending down and touching your toes. You felt him press you down with his free hand, pressing his palm down on your back. “Come on baby, I know you can give me an even better arch…yeah, that’s it, maybe I’ll give you the gold later.” You whined at that. Fuck, you wanted his gold so bad. But your thighs burned so bad from the stretch of your muscles. “Lance it stings, I can’t-” “Oh you can sweetheart. The burn is something good. Trust me.” He grinned, still pumping his fingers into you. “Show me some effort.”

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling him rub your clit with his thumb and pressing two fingers into your throbbing cunt. “Oh god Lance-fuck-I’m gonna-I-“

Before you could finish your sentence, your juices squirted out around his fingers for the first time, making your knees buckle. If Lance hadn’t put his arm quickly around you, you’d probably fall. “So hot, baby. Squirting all over me. Look what a mess you made,” he mumbled.

You whined loudly when more squirted out with every flick of his thumb and he pulled his fingers out, watching your pussy clench around nothing.

“You still wanna more, hm, sweetheart? Can’t get enough of me?” He grinned, freeing his cock and pushing inside, with one quick thrust, while his hips started to snap hard and fast. You cried out in pleasure, feeling him once again starting to rub your sensitive bud. “Lance!” You moaned loudly.

He bit his bottom lip, watching his cock disappear in your sloppy cunt, squelching with every thrust.

“That’s not how I had our session planned, but don’t worry. I’ll still stretch you everywhere. Just like you deserve.” With that he stopped moving, still buried deep in you. You could feel him spit right on your puckered hole, making you clench around him even harder.

Oh god.

Lance rubbed one of his wet fingers around your tightest hole, pressing into you, feeling the tight muscle contract to let him in, making you whimper. “Lance-” “So tight. You need some good stretching, sweetheart, this won’t be an easy fit, definitely gonna sting a bit, but I know you like it, don’t ya?”

He moved his finger in and out of you, while the movement of his hips picked up a brutal speed. With the other hand he slid to your clit, rubbing it till you came on his cock, squeezing your tight walls around him. Your ass squeezed around his fingers too, making him want to fuck you even more. “Such a good girl for me,” he grinned, leaning down again and spitting once again on your tightest hole, inserting his second finger in.

Then he pulled out, grabbing you by the hair and pulling against his chest. His lips caressed along your neck. “You’re such a good girl. You deserve the gold to stretch you out.”

He walked with you to the gymnastics equipment, stopping at one of the vault tables, not saying anything, just grabbing your leg and putting it over it. You whined slightly, feeling your leg so high-and shortly after the tip of his dick at your tightest hole, slowly sliding in. “So fucking tight.” Then he thrusts forwards, his big thick dick disappearing inch by inch in you.

A whimper escaped your throat, when his thick length pressed into you. “Swallowing me right up,” he sighed, bottoming out.

The sting of your tight, not much prepared muscle made you cry out. The stretch felt so good…so much. But you craved more. You wanted everything he wanted to give you. Lance bottomed out quickly and you’ve never felt so full before. Your tights walls struggled around him, stretching open slowly and adjusting to him.

Lance smirked, pounding mercilessly into your tight hole, moaning your name. He grabbed your hips tightly, probably hard enough to leave bruises.

When he let his hand glide to your pussy, inserting two thick fingers in your hole and curling them into your spot, you felt a sudden orgasm rush over you, making your juices once again squirt out of your abused hole.

“Squeezing me so tight, fuck. How many can you give me, hm? How many times can you squirt?” He growled. You didn’t trust your voice to say anything, you could only whimper pathetically, especially when his thumb circled around your bud. Everything was so much.

He curled and thrusted his fingers into you, till you gave him two more, while still fucking you roughly. Your body was like a putty in his hands, completely at his mercy. Lance laughed, watching your limb body hold onto the table, while your legs shook.

Lance moaned loudly, shooting his load deep into your abused ass, coating your walls with his seed.

He stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying your tight walls squeezing and milking him.

His cum made your feel even fuller, making you whine a pathetic sound.

After pulling slowly out of you, he watched his cum leak out of your gaping hole and drip to your cunt and even add to the mess on the floor.

Lance hummed quietly, pushing your leg even higher, to spread your ass even further, leaning down to lick a strip from your pulsing cunt to your cum filled ass. He repeated this, every time you clenched and more cum dripped out of you.

After you had nothing more to give, he pulled you by your hair back against his chest, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste his and also your own release on his tongue, trying to lick into his mouth.

Lance chuckled, slowly pulling your leg down, helping you stand on your wobbly legs.

“You did such a good job, baby. Perfectly stretched…we definitely need to do it regularly, so your body gets used to it,” he whispered cockily, but you couldn’t care less how much it pushed his ego.

“Yes, please,” you nodded, burying your face into his solid chest.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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Make It Up To You » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Boyfriend!Lance Tucker x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Lance makes it up to Y/N for flirting with another girl.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, name calling (slut), use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Baby, I told you I was sorry.” Lance says, closing the door to yours and his apartment behind him.

You and Lance went to a bar for a couple drinks and have a nice night, but he couldn’t even keep it in his pants for a couple hours. You went to the bathroom and came back to see him flirting with another girl.

“It’s pathetic how you think you can apologize when you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants for two fucking hours!” You say angrily.

“You’re acting like I fucked her and you damn well know I didn’t. You’re the only girl for me, baby girl. You know that.” He says, wrapping his arms around you.

You pushed him away and stormed off to yours and his shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Lance sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He went to the bedroom, opening the door when you were undressing. He closed the bedroom door behind him before approaching you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” He apologizes again, kissing along your bare shoulder. “Let me make it up to you.” He says.

One of his hands slid down your stomach and inside of your panties, feeling how wet you are for him.

“You know, for someone who’s pissed off at me, you’re wet like a little slut.” Lance says with a chuckle.

His fingers rubbed in between your wet folds to your tight entrance. He slid two fingers inside of your pussy, moving them at a decent pace while his thumb rubbed your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against his shoulder, melting into his touch. His lips kissed along your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin hard enough to mark you up.

“Lance…” You moaned breathlessly.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Moan my name.” Lance says in your ear.

His name kept leaving your lips as his fingers sped up. His other hand moved up your body, stopping underneath one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze causing your cunt to clench around his fingers at the feeling.

“You’re so tight, baby.” Lance whispers in your ear. “Can’t wait to feel this sweet pussy around my dick.” He says huskily.

His thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it, along with his fingers moving faster. You reached your hands up to his head, your fingers finding their way to his hair and tugged at it, making him moan at the feeling.

“Oh Lance…” You moaned.

Your moans went straight to his cock. His cock was starting to feel uncomfortable in his jeans. His started to grind it against your ass for some relief, making you gasp.

“You feel that, baby?” He asks. “You feel how hard you make me.” He says in almost a whisper, continuing to grind his cock against your ass.

His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your cunt to clench around his fingers. Lance’s thumb rubbed your clit faster as his fingers began to move faster, helping your orgasm build up. Your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

“Lance, I- oh fuck!” You moaned.

“I know, baby. Cum for me.” He whispers in your ear.

His thumb applying more pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came. Lance gave your clit a particularly rough rub before pulling his fingers out of your pussy and licking your release off of them.

“Such a good girl for me.” Lance praises softly.

Lance guided you to the bed and gently laid you down. You watched as Lance undressed himself, licking your lips when you seen his tattoo. You voluntarily spread your legs and he got in between them, his hand pumping his hard cock.

“You want the gold, baby?” He asks huskily.

You bit your lower lip, nodding your head eagerly. Lance rubbed his cock in your wetness before lining himself at your entrance. A moan fell from your lips when he slid his cock inside of you. When his cock was deep inside of you, he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss before he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving. Lance’s hands roamed your body, giving your breasts a light squeeze before sliding down your sides and stopping them on your hips. You were looking down at where the two of you are connected, completely mesmerized by his tattoo. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down and trace it with your fingers.

“You like my tattoo, baby?” Lance asks, watching your fingers trace his tattoo.

“I fucking love it.” You moaned, biting your lower lip.

You wanted him closer to you so you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. That gave Lance a new angle. His cock hit your sweet spot. A loud moan of his name left your lips, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging in his skin. Lance hissed at the feeling.

“I love it when you mark me with your nails, babe.” Lance says in almost a whisper, kissing just below your ear.

Lance marked your neck up more while your nails marked up his back. The neatly trimmed hair at on the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, stimulating it.

“Fuck, Lance!” You moaned.

Your moans encouraged him to thrust faster, his tip hitting your sweet spot every time. Lance watched as your face contorted as pleasure took over your body. Your lips parted, breathy moans and his name leaving your lips. His fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing it fast. You pussy clenched around his cock at the feeling of him rubbing your clit.

“Lance, please!” You begged, not knowing what you’re even begging for.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lance says.

You weren’t sure what you were begging for. All you know is that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Harder!” You tell him, finally knowing what you were begging for.

Lance didn’t need to be told twice. He unwrapped your legs from his waist, hooking his arms under your knees and began fucking you harder.

“Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly.

Lance kissed you sloppily. Your lips parted just enough for his tongue to slip past your lips and explore your mouth. You moaned against his lips when his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“I’m so close, Lance.” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says huskily in almost a whisper.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning his name loudly as you came. Lance fucked you through your orgasm. His started to become sloppy as his orgasm started to build up quickly.

“Fuck!” Lance moans as he came inside of you.

His thrusts came to a slow stop. Lance pulled out of you and laid down next to you. Both of you stared up at the ceiling and panted.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, looking at him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby girl.” Lance says, turned his head to look at you.

“Yes I do. I accused you of cheating when I saw you flirting with that girl.” You say.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world and I still flirted with another girl.” He says.

“I forgive you.” You say, kissing his lips.

Lance smiles against your lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I love you, Lance.” You say softly, laying your head on his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” Lance says in almost a whisper.

🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅

-Bucky’s Doll

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masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

valentine’s day by @ellerosie2332

I can’t stay away from you

Gimmie that gold by @heartofsilverflames

All day long, you’ve wanted it. Ever since you stood in a trance, watching- no, staring at your coach while he demonstrated a new stretch to your teammate.

Ho, Ho, Oh No by @moonbeambucky

Plenty of gifts will be exchanged as you and Lance celebrate Christmas but you’re not prepared for a certain surprise.

My World by @/moonbeambucky

As Lance Tucker's assistant you effortlessly manage his life, but when feelings arise will you be able to manage your heart?

Baby by @moonbeambucky

A bad date turns around when you find love in the last place you expected.

Use You by @lenavonschweetz

Lance has had a beyond shitty day. He needs to work blow off some steam.

Lance Tucker Sex Headcanons by @brixtonlore

Sweet, Sweet Victory by @sugardaddytonystark

You’re a could’ve-been Olympic gymnastics champion now training someone else for the US team. He’s the current Women’s Head Coach who wants to take over her training. You two have a competition to decide who gets their way.

Cupcake Decorating by @plumfondler

Lance comes into your bakery, he's booked onto your cupcake decorating workshop. Turns out he's the only one to turn up and a complete natural with the piping bag.

Winter Sucks by @toastedkiwi

Lance meets you and he’s an asshole to you.

headcanon by @extremelyblackandwhite

headcanon for lance dating a ballet dancer.

Deja Vu by @bxcketbarnes

Imagine by @/bxcketbarnes

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Chasing Gold by @abovethesmokestacks

Alpha!Lance x Omega!Reader

A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy by @littlelioncub43

It just wasn’t Lance’s day, but it’s nothing you can’t fix.

Early Mornings by @captainmarvels

Lance seems to have found his soft spot, thanks to you.

It’s The Great Pumpkin by @moonbeambucky

There are no tricks, just treats this year as the Tucker’s celebrate Theo’s first Halloween.

Stretching you (out) by @rogerswifesblog

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility.

SERIES

The Price of Gold by @moonbeambucky

As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

Lance Tucker’s Sex Education by @angelicthor

after your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to say deny such an opportunity?

Anger Issues by @littlelioncub43

You and Lance like to argue. You hate him, he hates you, that’s how it’ll always be... right?

sincerity is scary by @thesoftdumbass

Lance makes a promise to himself, then. If you want to keep this relationship the way it is, then he’ll leave it alone and take you in any way that you allow him. But if you’re willing to become more, Lance would love to show you that he can be vulnerable and affectionate, reputation and callous pretense be damned.

#lance tucker #lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x you #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker smut #lance tucker fluff #lance tucker angst #lance tucker oneshot #lance tucker imagine #lance tucker series #the bronze #alpha!lance tucker

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God of what? - L. Tucker

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Very bantery and wordy, pnv!sex, Baby daddy!Lance, chubby Lance, we love dad bods, both are self absorbed as hell, Maggie is still an Angel, teasing, switching, humiliation, creampie, afab!reader

Taglist: @borikenlove @lovelykhaleesiii ;)

Lance Tucker. Gold medalist. Major dickface. Baby daddy. You were one of the team coordinators for USA gymnastics and had to check in on his gym and girls. Which you had no clue how the bastard wasn’t banned for knocking up the Townsend girl but she said it was consensual and they were very much in love.

But Lance did get knocked down a peg. His gym was relocated to Northern California. What you would call Sasquatch weed farm land. An educated guess would be this is where the prick was from. He never married Maggie Townsend but they ‘co-parented’ from what you could see on social media. You wished you were sent to Hope Ann’s gym, atleast she was entertaining.

You got out of the uber and glanced at the gym. It looked nice, very eco-friendly in appearance. Of course his name was plastered in big ass letters on the sign. You remembered him at the Olympics, but he was on his way out and you were sixteen. You won gold on bars and floor that year. Then gold on bars and floor the next Olympics. He wouldn’t back you into a damn corner.

You entered through the doors, silently dipping to the side, hoping to not garner any attention. You leaned against a half-wall and surveyed the scene. Maggie was working with girls on the vault, smiley and vapid as usual. Lance hollered at two older gymnasts on floor exercises. You raised a brow at the state of the former team coordinator.

The motherfucker had on his usual tracksuit, but equipped with a baby backpack, the child just shaking around with Lance’s annoyed arm movements. You snickered quietly, holding a hand over your mouth. Parenting had taken its toll on the former Olympian, Tucker was definitely sporting a ‘dad bod’. His thick waist and what you guessed was a belly had that zip-up straining. Still clean shaven but you could spot the pouch under his chin, the softening of a jawline.

Hm. How the mighty have fallen. You couldn’t say he didn’t look cute with the baby daddy fluff but once he opened his mouth all attraction flew to Antarctica. Blue eyes flickered over your way, once, twice, and his mouth clamped shut.

You could hear him from afar, “Go get some water and your heads outta your ass, coordinator’s here.”

He stalked over, baby bouncing and laughing eagerly. You eyed the team USA patch and the embroidery on the backpack. Future Olympian - Tucker Jr. Did his arrogance know no bounds? Apparently not. Lance approached and asked, “Why did they send you here? My two girls are fine.”

You shrugged, “Had to make sure you weren’t impregnating more up and comers, Tuck. Just a routine check, loosen up that tracksuit huh?”

His full cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Lance grumbled, “Yeah fuck you, come and watch then.” Maggie had bounded over, gushing over you adorably. Poor thing had no brain cells but was cute as a button. She cooed, “Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you! You were my hero growing up, I modeled my first floor routine after you!”

You grinned and gave her a hug, warmly replying, “Thank you, that’s an honor I could inspire you.”

She looked at Lance and pointed toward you, “Can you believe it? It’s like one of the best USA gymnasts ever!” He frowned deeply. “Yes Margaret. I won my gold when she was still in juniors.” Maggie babbled on, “But she has four golds.” Lance gritted his jaw, you watching his eye twitch from even multiple feet away.

“Yep. Great. Please go back to the girls.”

Maggie waved at you again with a bright smile, Lance face palming dramatically. You eyed his reddened face with a smirk. The brunette cursed, “She’s a fucking idiot.” You asked, “What’s that make you Lance? Don’t fuck stupid then.” He waved you off with a snarl, gathering his protégés up to run through their routines.

You watched with crossed arms as they warmed up. Lance had unbuckled his baby and handed the pack over to Maggie with a kiss to the child’s head. That was cute. No. You eyed him stride back over, still holding that confident swagger. He grinned at you and said, “My girls will definitely be qualifying.” You shrugged and replied, “We’ll see, yeah?”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I know. Suck in.”

Lance blushed and straightened up, embarrassed and now curling in under his arms. He scrabbled for his phone to press play for the first girl’s floor routine. She was good, you watching silently. Quietly you said, “Needs to make sure she’s not landing with her head forward like that.”

“JOHNSON, KEEP YOUR BODY TUCKED IN!”

“Yes sir!,” she yelped while doing a split.

This would be a long day.

Later on while watching bars you noted Tucker being uncharacteristically quiet. Towards you of course. He was barking at the gymnasts every other swing. You offered, “How’s the dad life going for you?” Affronted blue eyes jerked towards you. His jaw clicked open and shut. Lance replied smoothly, “Good. It’s not hard once you get routines down.”

“You changing diapers?,” you snickered.

He made a disgusted face and replied, “Maggie does that. I can do everything else just fine. Waiting for him to start walking so we can start training.” You raised a brow, holding back a guffaw. He snapped, “What? He’s got good gymnast blood!” You held your hands up and apologized, “Yeah, yeah, gotta keep the Tucker name alive.”

The conversation ended. He gave some more advice to the two girls. You hummed, “Want to get dinner after this?” Lance straightened up, eyeing you suspiciously, “Sure. I’ll drive, Coach.” You poked him in his fluffy side, “I bet you’re hungry huh?”

“Fuck you!”

“Sorry, soft spot I see.”

Lance gritted his jaw, holding back another tirade. His temper was still hot but not blazing like it used to be. You cooed, enjoying the poking of ‘papa bear’, “No need to be so tetchy Tucker, you look good rocking the dad bod! Probably hard to stay in shape with Junior!”

His hands flew up as your fellow coach snarked, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! Tucker got fucking fat, ha ha! Go eat a cock.” Lance’s eyes rolled aggressively as he walked over to the girls for the final talk of the day. You waited by the door as they closed up the gym, checking your phone.

Lance strode past you and called, “Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a gentleman!”

Following the surly coach to his Beamer you almost broke out into laughter again. You couldn’t take him very seriously, not a bit, it was endearing. Climbing into the passenger side you looked back at the car seat and smiled. Lance muttered, “I’m on a diet, y’know.”

You replied, “I’m just fucking with you, calm down Tuck.”

He backed the car up while grumbling, “The amount of pussy I get is down to zero now. Shit fucking blows.”

You raised a brow, kicking your legs up on the dash, earning a sharp glare. Looking out the window you stated, “Hate to be the bitch again but you don’t have the best reputation, especially now buddy.”

“Not your fuckin’ buddy,” he pouted, “Maggie goes on dates all the damn time.”

“Maggie’s not an asshole.”

You really wanted Tucker to blow his top. See that famous temper in action. Out of curiosity of course, not some desire to tame him. Yes. Totally.

But he gritted his jaw and jerked down a road to a little downtown area and parking in front of a row of shops and restaurants. He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt, glaring at his tummy like it might disappear. You did the same, inquiring, “Where are we eating? Since you’re on a diet and all.” Lance snapped, “Vegan joint.”

You smirked and patted his cheek, “How healthy.”

Lance gave you a snarky grin, anger radiating off his entire being. Good. You poked him in the side again for good measure, hopping out the BMW before receiving an earful of angry dad. The elder gymnast cornered you quicker than you could step on the sidewalk, big arms crossed. He jerked his jaw. “What’s your fucking deal? I barely know you. We trained together once.”

Now it was your turn to be bashful. You didn’t really know why you were fucking with him. Originally it was out of spite but now? You weren’t sure. He jeered, “I’m waiting? Not so mouthy now huh?” Mouth agape you stood in front of his bigger frame, stuck. You pushed past him and entered the restaurant, the other laughing haughtily.

Several drinks later.

Lance offered to walk you back to your hotel down the street, considering dinner went okay. There was that stagnant energy looming over you both. But you distracted the idiot by letting him brag the entire dinner. He needed it anyways, you’d been riding his ass all day. Guys like him needed their little ego boost.

He walked beside you inside the lobby, not stopping even as you pressed the elevator button. You stared blatantly. “You think you’re getting lucky or something?” Lance closed into your space again, hand on the wall as he grinned, minty breath hitting your face. He crooned, “Obviously. I got you figured out now.”

Ding. The elevator doors opened. He followed you in. You pushed him roughly against the wall, hand blindly pressing the button to your floor. You growled, “Shut the fuck up,” and kissed him. Big hands groped your ass while you fought against Lance’s mouth— teeth and tongue intertwined. His nose brushed against yours, you pressed into his soft body harder. The pair of you looked like some horny damn teens.

Ding.

He lifted you up easily, you wrapping your legs around his hips. Lance hotly murmured against your lips, “So you had the hots for me? That’s what’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” You slapped him across the cheek lightly, swearing, “I wanted to fuck you when you won pommel horse gold that first time you stupid prick.” His eyes rolled back, a grin splitting across pink lips.

You kissed Lance again, both hands cradled in his soft hair. He pulled away groaning, “Where- the room- fuck!” More smacking of lips filled the hallway. You panted, “Last- oh Goddammit- one on the right.” In an awkward flurry of limbs Tucker had managed to grapple your keycard and open the door.

He nipped at your swelling upper lip, laughing, “You were a fucking twig then, I mean Hope Ann had more ass.” You narrowed your eyes at him, hopping down and shoving Lance across your bed. He propped up on an elbow with a smirk. Climbing onto thick thighs you replied, “You were skinnier then too— if I remember correctly.” Grabbing a handful of his soft belly emphasized the point.

Watching his brows furrow and lips pout up was priceless. Lance retorted petulantly, “Bring it up again and I’m gonna start thinking you like it.” You shrugged and started pulling at his tight red pullover, the brunette grunting at the sudden stretch. “Easy!,” Lance yelped. The undershirt didn’t last long either, you were goddamn going nuts.

He pawed at your jacket, unzipping the white fabric, shrugging you out of it. He sucked in a breath when you unhooked your bra in a swift motion, hands groping your tits, mouth finding it’s way between. Yanking his hair you hissed, “That’s it, use your mouth for something other than talking about yourself, fuck, Tucker.”

He lapped around a nipple, moaning softly. You rutted down into his lap, grinding against his cock with an aborted mewl. You got plenty of dick. So how you were rolling around with Lance Tucker, gone to seed God of Gymnastics, was purely lust motivated. He lazily moved to your other tit, suddenly going too slow for your liking.

“Hurry your fat ass up- hah- what is this? Soft core hour?”

He nipped rudely, causing you to squeak and yank dark hair again. Lance pulled off your tit, lips obscenely swollen. His pupils were blown wide, eyes lidded seductively. He cocked his head and hummed, “Someone’s needy.”

“Fuck you!”

“Trying to, spitfire.” Good one. Your old nickname.

You hobbled off of his thighs to yank down your leggings and underwear, glaring. Lance copied your actions, albeit he struggled a bit more. You zeroed in on his pretty cock but then the tattoo registered. Lance’s smug face fell when you started laughing. He yanked the lamp off.

You giggled, pawing at him in the dark. “Oh my god, you can’t be serious right now, turn the damn lamp back on!” He protested, “No! It doesn’t look right in this state!” You fell against his soft chest, guffawing now, “Oh my god you aren’t even embarrassed about the tattoo itself?”

You flicked the lamp back on with a sharp grin, the light illuminating his unimpressed face. Nipping at his soft chin you ran hands down soft flesh, wrapping around Lance’s heated cock. He gasped softly, arching ever so into you. Cooing gently against hard and fast strokes, “I’m just playing with you again Tuck. S’that feel good?”

He exhaled out a shaky moan, eyes fluttering shut. You kissed downwards, making a wet line to that beautiful cock of his, heavy and curved. Lance babbled when you wrapped your lips around the thick tip, “Oh fucking Christ- you’re a little freak you know that? Hopping your way around the coaches this year? ” You squeezed his balls in warning, Lance moaning again with a grin.

You bobbed your head a couple of times, drooling heavily on the flushed member. Pulling off you rasped, “No, just the ones who are stupid, self-absorbed, and named Lance.” His inevitable retort turned into a whine when you flicked your tongue across his weeping slit. One of his hands fisted into your hair, pulling you forcefully up and off his cock with a lewd noise.

Lance rumbled, “Enough of this shit.” You moaned in surprise feeling him manhandle you under his bulk, trapped efficiently. The brunette was settled between your thighs, cock readied at your entrance. He purred into your ear, “Pussy’s just wet for me then? Fuckin’ hell spitfire.”

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon and fuck me, you’re right Lance, no more shit!”

“I’m always fucking right,” he grunted while sliding into your pussy. The pair of you cried out in unison, panting into each other’s mouth while adjusting. Your legs wrapped back up around Lance’s softened waist, whimpering at the stretch. He fared no better, lips barely touching your own as he groaned out, “Baby- baby, sh-shit!”

There were a couple of tentative thrusts before Lance eased into a rhythm. His arms were still strong as ever. One was braced next to your head and the other held your waist as he fucked into you. You felt up whatever muscle or softness you could grab on the Olympian, moaning his name in a desperate litany. Lance was back to nonsensically talking, switching between praising your body to extolling his virtues.

You wanted him to talk about you more.

Squeezing your inner walls down on Lance made the man stutter on his thrust, moaning sluttily. You used the pause to flip him onto his back with an ‘oof’. Smirking down at him you bounced up and down roughly, hands pulling at your nipples. “You’re soo lucky Tuck, guess Mags doesn’t, ah, put out for you anymore?”

Lance gripped at your hips rough enough to leave a bruise, smacking his hips into your own. It sounded like a serious porno in the room with all the wet noises, whining, and smacking. He gritted out, “Guess you weren’t getting much either huh? Sure there’s plenty of fish in the sea that can deal with your attitude.” He got a slap again, making those pretty blues roll up.

You shoved your lips against his, Lance sitting upright to wrap around you, one of those calloused hands snaking it’s way around. His belly was soft against your own, making you moan into his mouth. He jerked up into your pussy, you meeting him shamefully with rough bounces. His cock was rubbing against your sweet spot, pushing ‘ah ah ahs’ out of your mouth.

Your were beginning to shake down to your thighs, scratching at his muscular back. Lance growled against your lips, “Taking my cock so good yeah? Sucking me down like a good slut! Fuck, yes!” You threw your head back and shouted eagerly. In a guttural rasp you replied, “Yeah yeah- fucking hell- you’re a good lay I’ll give you that, daddy.”

Lance’s eyes blew black and he slapped your ass, choking on a groan. The pair of you bickered and panted, writhing into eachother. The noises reached a fever pitch, you whining in pleasure, Lance babbling nonsensically. Your pussy tightened and twitched.

“F-fuck, Tucker, gonna cum, harder!”

He swore, “Fucking slut, god!” He pushed you onto your back, hands holding your hips as he jackhammered into your pulsing cunt. You cried and squirmed, going rigid and cumming hard, eyes rolling up. Lance choked your name out, whimpering softly, growing sloppy with his thrusts. He rasped brokenly, “God fucking damn baby, oh god!”

“Fill me up, fill me up,” you chanted.

Lance dug deep a final time, mouthing into your neck as he spilled into you, grunting and moaning. He collapsed flat on top of you with broken little noises, face smushed into your neck still. You sighed in content, lazily rubbing his back in content. His cock began to soften, seed dribbling out between your thighs.

“Hmm, see you again in Paris, Tucker?”

“Uh-huh, maybe some more before that,” he looked up to stare at you, “I need some…hm, help?”

“You? Asking for help?,” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and laid his head back down, groaning in annoyance.

#lance tucker x reader #lance tucker smut

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