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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.

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

warning - overstimulation and semi-public sex.

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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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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

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“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.”

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You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part VIII/X

Pairing: soft!dark (but mostly soft) Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x naive!stepsister Omega reader

Words: ~3.2k

Summary: Ransom should have taken you and run as soon as he admitted his feelings. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever forgive himself.

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, explicit language, sexual assault, attempted forced bonding, forced unknotting, Alpha fight, talk of medicine and hospitals

A/N: Listen, this is such a dark chapter, you guys. I do feel absolutely horrible about everything I’m going to put these two through over the last chapters, so please don’t hate me. And listen to the warnings!! This could be extremely upsetting, but I have put all relevant warnings up front, in spite of the fact they spoil a lot of the chapter, so be mindful.

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“You are so royally fucked.” Curtis shook his head and watched Ransom bury his face in his hands, leaning back in his chair and sucking on his teeth as he thought things over. “Why didn’t you just take her and run?”

“She wants the goddamn ceremony.” Ransom gulped down his coffee and took another shaky breath as he fought the urge to let himself collapse against the table. “And I can’t tell her why it won’t happen. I keep trying but then she looks at me like I’m her whole world and I can’t do it. I thought I had more time.”

“It’s been four weeks, you knew your parents were coming back from DC today, man.” Curtis breathed deeply when the man just gave him a wretched groan. “I don’t know what you want from me, Drysdale. I could’ve gotten the both of you out with time to spare if you hadn’t dragged your feet, but I feel like your best bet is gonna be your grandfather.”

“I can’t talk to Harlan about this.” Ransom frowned as he ran his fingers over the lip of his cup. “He might not kill me, but he has his own fucking strings attached to his help, and I don’t know if that’s any better.”

“Well, you’ll have to do something. I do not envy the next few weeks of your life.” Curtis snorted and flagged down the waitress for some refills. “Can’t believe you fell for your fucking toy.”

“I couldn’t help it.” Ransom downed his fresh coffee and winced when it burned his throat. “You met her, you know what she’s like.”

“Yeah yeah, addictive.” Curtis rolled his eyes as he considered how weak his friend was. “Speaking of which, Lance is still on his fucking bender, so you’ve gotta worry about him trying to kick your ass on top of everything else.”

“That fucking bastard.” Ransom snarled when he thought about how ugly the man’s attitude had turned, wanting to spit at the memory of all the texts he’d gotten from him that detailed how he was going to split your cunt in half before Ransom finally blocked his ass. “Don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.”

“He doesn’t like feeling left out. Especially when it comes to Omega pussy. You know this.” Curtis sipped on his coffee and leaned back in his chair. “Man can’t stand to hear the word ‘no’.”

You smiled warmly when you heard the elevator coming up to the apartment, smoothing your skirt over your hips and bouncing a little on your toes as you looked forward to seeing Ransom again. Your mate, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and missed him terribly whenever he wasn’t home. Hopefully he would like all the ideas you had for your bonding ceremony, you’d been looking at magazines all morning.

“Hi Ran… oh.” Your smile fell slightly when it wasn’t Ransom who stepped off the elevator, tilting your head at his friend Lance and trying to remain friendly when he gave you a strange look. “Hello Alpha Tucker. Ransom isn’t here.”

“Oh shoot, I was hoping to pick up something he borrowed from me.” Lance licked his lips when you just hummed pleasantly and ducked your head in a shy way, prowling closer to you and breathing in your scent deeply as he clenched his fists at his side. “You’re all by yourself, sweetheart?”

“Mmhm, but he’ll be home soon.” You kept your eyes down when you slid away from him towards the kitchen, feeling his gaze on you and trying not to act too uncomfortable about it. “Do you want some water while you wait?”

“No, thank you.” He was too close to you, you could feel your hackles going up when he scented your hair unexpectedly. “I want what your asshole brother has been teasing me with for months without letting me have a taste.”

“I don’t understand what you mean, he’s not my brother.” You managed to twist away from him again, your eyes starting to sting with unshed tears when he growled at you. “I-I think you should leave, please.”

“You let your brother fuck you, but you cringe when I barely even touch you.” Lance snarled when you recoiled as he tried to grab your wrist. “He owes me, I want to feel that sweet little Omega cunt, and I don’t think you can stop me.”

“P-please don’t talk to me like that.” You choked on a whimper when he just gave you a mocking pout. “Ransom and I are going to be bonded, this isn’t appropriate.”

“Oh, no shit?” Lance laughed when you nodded, tossing his head back then startling you when he lunged in your direction. “That just makes this even better, come here.”

This time you ran away from him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you heard him charging after you and tried to figure out what to do. You couldn’t understand why one of Ransom’s friends would be acting like this, a bond was sacred, that was why they had all helped prepare you for it. He should be happy for you and Ransom and respectful of the promise you’d made to each other, there must be something wrong with him.

You saw your phone and snatched it up as quickly as you could, yelping when Lance almost grabbed you before dodging away from him and sobbing as you tried to dial. All you wanted was your mate, your Alpha, you could feel yourself panicking as Lance kept getting closer and closer to catching you and you were worried you were going to pass out from the fear.

“Hold on, she’s calling me.” Ransom couldn’t stop from smiling slightly when your name came up on his screen. “Hi bunny, what’s going on?”

“Ransom-“ you screamed when Lance finally caught you and threw you to the floor, weeping when he grabbed you by your hair and slapped you across the face when you tried to crawl away. “Please…”

“That’s right you fucking beg me, you little bitch.” Ransom was already on edge but as soon as he heard Lance’s voice he rose to his feet with a snarl, tossing the chair out of his way and storming towards the parking lot while Curtis just gave him a worried look. “You manage to call your brother? That you, Drysdale?”

“Tucker, what the fuck are you doing?” Ransom felt like he was going to snap his phone in half, shaking violently and giving Curtis a ragged look when he caught up to him. “If you fucking touch her…”

“Little late for that, bud. Hold still, slut.” Ransom heard another smack and winced when you sobbed. “You could’ve let me have her months ago, but you had to be a bastard. So I hope you enjoy listening to me break this bitch before I bond her, since you were too stupid to do it yourself. Scream for me.”

You shrieked when he ripped your skirt up around your hips and tore off your panties, sobbing desperately as you tried to close your legs and failed when he knelt between them and grabbed your thighs in a bruising grip. Lance grinned wickedly when you started crying even harder as he spat on your cunt, screwing your eyes closed and turning away from him when he turned the phone on speaker and dropped it next to your head before he pulled out his cock.

“No, you fucking look at me.” Lance chuckled when you did as he commanded, curling over you and licking the tears from your cheeks while you kept whimpering uselessly. “Make sure you’re nice and loud so your ‘Alpha’ can hear you.”

He groaned when he pushed inside you and you wailed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head while he glared at you and started to fuck you violently. You hated that your body was reacting to him, and that you couldn’t break his gaze while he pounded into you and made you cry even harder as you felt your stomach growing tight.

“Bunny… bunny, I’m sorry.” Ransom shot an absolutely venomous look at Curtis when he told him to hang up the phone so he didn’t have to listen to what Lance was doing, choking on the ugly mess of emotions that were rising in his chest. “I’m not leaving her. That asshole better hope Diskant and the cops get there first, because I’m going to fucking kill him if it’s me. You hear me Tucker? Bunny, just hold on, please.”

“Oh, she’s holding on great, this cunt has the tightest fucking grip I’ve ever felt, shit.” Lance chuckled when you whimpered at him grinding against your clit, slapping you when you wouldn’t let him pry your jaw open then spitting on your cheek when he was able to shove his fingers into your mouth. “You hear how fucking sloppy she is? Can almost understand why you didn’t want to share her. Think she’s gonna come already, what a fucking whore.”

You tried to fight it, but you couldn’t, your body arching while your fists clenched and your toes curled as unwanted pleasure washed over you. As soon as your vision returned to normal you began to break down, shaking and weeping uncontrollably when his face filled your vision and he kept pummeling your sensitive cunt like he hated you. The sound of Ransom’s voice over the phone was barely helping, making you cry more as you longed for him to hold you and tell you this had never happened.

“You know he tricked you? You fucking idiot.” Lance snarled when you whimpered Ransom’s name as the asshole apologized again like a moron. “Just wanted to see how much he could fuck with you and ruin your parents’ plans. No one wants a ‘prepped’ Omega, they want fucking virgins. He didn’t give a fuck about you.”

“Y-you’re lying.” You were bawling at this point, Ransom switching between trying to comfort you and screaming about how he was going to kill Lance as you felt your body betraying you again while his knot started to swell. “Ransom loves me.”

“I do, I love you bunny, don’t fucking listen to him.” Ransom snarled when Curtis practically jumped the curb as he pulled in front of the apartment building, ripping the door open and sprinting inside even as he heard the sound of sirens getting closer.

“Oh, sounds like big brother is home, and perfect timing, fuuuuck.” Lance bellowed when his knot locked him inside you, pumping you full of his cum with erratic jerks of his hips while you gushed slick all over him. “Look at this, so swollen and pretty, gonna look so good with my mark.”

“No, please.” You couldn’t take it when he brushed the tip of his finger over your mating gland, shuddering when he leaned down to smell your neck and gazing towards the elevator when you heard it moving. “Just stop.”

“Pathetic, just like your brother you love to fuck so much.” Lance grinned when you wailed and started struggling again at the feeling of his teeth scraped over your gland. “Can’t wait to see his fucking face when I bond you right in front of him.”

The elevator doors opened and you broke again when Ransom stepped off and saw you still locked with Lance, screaming and trying to push him off when you felt his teeth starting to pierce your skin. You barely had time to register the vicious roar that tore through the air in the apartment before Lance was suddenly ripped away from you, the blinding pain of having his knot forcibly wrenched out of your cunt making you howl as your vision went white and you curled your body in on itself.

Ransom hardly even heard your cry when he wrapped his hand around Lance’s neck and started slamming his fist into his face, snarling and throwing the man into one of the brick columns so hard the whole building seemed to shake. He only had a moment to see Curtis scooping you off the ground and cradling you against his chest before Lance charged him, the bastard landing a solid hit to his jaw and and almost tearing his elbow out of the socket before Ransom wrapped his arm around his middle and slammed him into the floor.

You were still weeping and shivering as you held onto Curtis desperately, begging for your Alpha even as you watched him beat Lance through the floor with both his fists like he really was going to kill him. The elevator door opened again and suddenly the apartment was full of strangers, a Beta and an Omega you didn’t know gently taking you from Curtis and wrapping you in a blanket while he joined one of the police officers in trying to pull Ransom off of your assailant. They weren’t making you feel any better, though, no matter what soothing sounds they made or when the Omega started to try to scent you, you wanted your mate. He was what you needed, Lance lied, he loved you, if he didn’t come to you soon you were going to start screaming and ripping your hair out.

“He’s down, he’s fucking cuffed Drysdale, holy shit.” Paul and Curtis had to both hold Ransom back once they managed to pry him away from Lance, the two of them watching him warily while he kept glaring at Lance’s bruised and bloodied form while the cops dragged him away. “Calm down, shit, come over here:”

The Beta who was helping you managed to flag Paul and he pulled Ransom over to you, both he and Curtis relaxing once the man set eyes on you and his face softened as he fell to his knees in front of you and sobbed. They let him pull you into his arms when you mewled for him, allowing him to start scenting you obsessively as you wept in his arms and he crooned to try to soothe you.

Ransom hated how you looked, hated the bruises on your face and how you winced when you tried to move the leg Lance had dragged you down by and the handprint around your throat. He almost lost it again when he noticed the blood that was smeared on your thighs, rumbling into your neck instead even though the thought of that asshole’s knot ripping you apart made him want to go and finish what he’d started. His chest was aching from how wretched he felt at you being in pain, growling when he saw the Beta from the critical response team reaching for you and wrapping you tighter in his arms.

“They have to take her to the hospital.” Paul stood well back from Ransom since he was still so keyed up, and trying to invade his space while he was comforting his injured mate didn’t seem like the best idea. “But you can go in the ambulance with her.”

“That’s not…” the Beta sighed when Diskant gave her a meaningful look, nodding and radioing the rest of the team to let them know the situation before standing up. “Come with us.”

You clung to Ransom as he carried you down to the ambulance, whimpering into his chest when there were even more Alpha police officers outside and you started to feel distressed again before he started scenting your hair. They could barely get you away from him to strap you onto the gurney, but he stayed with you and calmed you down and as soon as they started driving he was rubbing his face against the insides of your wrists and holding your hand and you felt less hysterical.

Reaching the hospital didn’t take as long as he wanted it to, the desire to keep scenting you and get rid of that fucker’s stink overwhelming even as they pulled into the ambulance bay. Your fingers were still wound tightly with his while they rolled you into the trauma ward and you were swarmed with doctors and nurses. They kept trying to pull you away from him and you cried every time, shivering and pulling him closer and not paying any attention to the frustrated sighs they kept letting out when you shook your head each time they asked him to leave.

“Sweetie, we have to take pictures of you.” The Beta doctor that had finally come in seemed to have the greatest measure of patience, giving you space after a nurse took your blood and letting you lean your head on Ransom’s chest while your sobbing started to calm down. “That could upset your Alpha, and he has injuries that need to be looked at. Would you be okay if one of us takes him into the next room so we can help both of you?”

“I don’t…” you saw the split skin on Ransom’s knuckles and the blood that was smeared across his face, reaching up to touch the bruise on his jaw and sniffling when he winced. “Just, you’ll be right next door?”

“Right next door, promise.” The doctor nodded at Ransom when he kissed your forehead before separating from you, letting one of the nurses lead him away before she stepped closer to you and took your hand gently. “And he’ll be back so soon.”

You just whimpered and sat up slowly, Ransom getting one last look at you shaking and letting the doctor look at your bruises before the door to the room swung shut. Ransom had trouble relaxing being apart from you, even though he knew they were helping you and that he would have probably gone into another frenzy if he had to see the full extent of your injuries. He kept thinking he heard you cry, though, and the fact that he would jolt every time he did was making the nurse who was working on cleaning his knuckles exasperated. Even though it only took maybe ten minutes it was too long, Ransom just grunting and storming back to your room while they tried to give him instructions about taking care of his wounds.

“She’s alright, we gave her a sedative.” The doctor tried to reassure Ransom when he immediately sat next to your bed and started nuzzling your cheek while you rested. “She should recover well physically, but I want to make sure she gets counseling. I’ll come back with some referrals and to go over some other things once everyone else is here.”

“Who the hell else is coming?” Ransom brushed your hair out of your face and pressed his lips to yours when you sighed deeply.

“We had to call her emergency contact, it’s procedure.” The doctor didn’t seem to notice the way Ransom tensed up, reviewing your chart as she started to back out of the room. “Her father should be here any minute.”

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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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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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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.

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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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.

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[jobean12-blog]

Your Boys in Bed with Books gives me so much life! How about that arrogant bastard, Lance Tucker? I can't help how much I love him 🥇

Boys in Bed with Books (17)- Lance Tucker

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Word Count: 756

Summary: You distract Lance while he's reading in bed.

Author's Note: I love Lance and I especially love writing him a bit softer but still with that Lance edge haha this was a fun one. Thank you so very much for this request my sweet @rebel-stardust I hope you enjoy! Have a lovely day! HUGS💕 Thank you all so much for reading and for the amazing support for this series! Much love to you all always ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics thank you my friend 💕

Warnings: teasing, flirting, typical Lance, a curse here or there, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Boys in Bed with Books Masterlist

“Lance.”

You call his name, turning back to the mirror to check your lip gloss.

“Lance.”

This time a little louder but the only response you get is the turning of a page.

“TUCKER!” you shout as you stomp over to the bed.

“What the fuck buttercup? WHAT?” he yells.

Your smile is saccharine as you lean over him. “I called your name three times before you answered.”

His gaze instantly drops to your cleavage and he lifts his hand to cop a feel.

“So?” he replies, smiling back with his signature head tilt.

You smack his hand away with a grumble and roll your eyes before pushing away from him and sauntering back to the dresser.

“I need your help,” you tell him. “Can you come here please?”

You search for your necklace, sifting through your jewelry until you find the one you want. You lift your eyes to the mirror and see Lance still sprawled out on the messy bed with his focus back on the book.

Your hands land on your hips and you curse under your breath. You walk back to the bed and pull the book from his hands.

“Break the Fall…” you read. “Isn’t this my book?”

He makes grabby hands but you keep it out of his reach, raising an expectant eyebrow. With a sigh he shifts his attention and let’s his eyes wander down the length of you.

“You look amazing,” he murmurs.

“Lance don’t change the subject,” you chide. “Are you reading my young adult romance novel?”

His mouth opens and closes but no words pass his lips until you start to giggle and he finally finds his voice.

“It’s about gymnastics!” he whines defensively.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it,” you tease as you hand it back to him.

He grabs your waist when you start to walk away, spinning you back into his arms.

“Why don’t you stay home with me beautiful?”

“And what? Read?” you giggle.

His plump lips lift into a sideways smirk. “Hell fucking no.”

You give him a soft kiss and throw him a wink.

“You know it’s girls night. Now, come help me with my necklace, I can’t get it closed,” you say as you wiggle out of his arms.

“You bring it here,” he says, patting his thigh.

“Lance,” you whine.

“I’ve got the perfect seat,” he croons.

Your lips form a thin line and your eyebrows lower.

“You’re such a pain in my ass Tucker,” you huff.

“You love my ass!” he states proudly.

“This has nothing to do with your ass. Now shut up and help me.”

“Please,” he says.

You walk back to him, necklace in hand and crawl into his lap, settling your thighs on either side of his. The hem of your dress rides up, exposing your bare skin. His eyes automatically drop between your legs and he licks his lips.

“Lance my love, will you please help me with my necklace?”

You bat your lashes and press your breasts against his chest before taking his chin and lifting his eyes to yours.

“Where are your panties?” he hisses.

You give him a nonchalant shrug and kiss his cheek, feeling his jaw tighten just as his cock throbs beneath you.

“Thank you so much Lance,” you gush as you turn in his arms and make a kissy face. “You’re my hero.”

You shiver when his fingertips ghost over your skin to close the clasp and when you try to stand he stops you, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips and holding you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he hums.

“Out with the girls?” you answer, already feeling your resolve slipping away.

“Is that really what you want to do?” he says, his tone haughty.

“Aren’t you going to be busy reading all night?” you counter.

“Don’t change the subject,” he mocks, throwing your words from earlier back at you.

His thumbs hook under your dress and he slides the material up and over your hips before he dips a finger between your thighs and glides it through your arousal.

He flashes you his best cocky grin as he drags his teeth over his bottom lip.

“I think you’d rather stay here and sit on my face baby,” he hums, teasing your clit.

“Lance,” you gasp, doing your best to suppress your body’s instinctive reaction to his touch.

“Come on baby girl. You know you want to. I’ll even let you suck my cock while I eat you out.”

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[onceuponastory]

want your bad romance - lance tucker x reader

Plot: Lance likes Y/N’s fire...but he also likes to tease, and show who’s really in control. Pairing: Lance Tucker x Female!Reader (if you squint) Warnings: There’s some light smut, so 18+ Please! Just a few mentions of masturbation and the reader being h*rny over Lance, but even so. Also, reader is of age in this, but Lance is her coach, so there’s a power imbalance between them. Please use your own discretion if that kinda thing makes you uncomfortable. There’s also a few mentions of violence (nothing actually happens though). Finally, Lance Tucker being the cocky asshole he is, because he’s a warning all on his own. If I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Lance Tucker is one of my fave Sebastian characters (mostly because he’s such an arse), so I knew I had to write something for him. And here we are! Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

“Come on Y/N! This isn’t good enough! Again.” Lance shouts across the gym to her. Huffing, Y/N climbs back up, working her way through her routine once more. As she does so, she curses Lance under her breath, hoping he won’t hear her.

When the Olympic medallist Lance Tucker agreed to take her under his wing as one of his students, Y/N Y/L/N was so excited. After all, as a gold and silver Olympic medallist, she was sure that Lance knew all there was to know about gymnastics. So training under him would be a surefire way to ensure success, and some medals of her own. However, the bubble burst pretty soon after she started training with him. Or actually…as soon as she met him. 

Because despite all his accomplishments and his fucking gorgeous, sculpted from marble body… Lance Tucker is just an arrogant arsehole who hides behind his bravado and his medals, using them as a justification to treat people like shit. And Y/N is no different. Of course, as someone who’s been in gymnastics training for most of her life, she’s well aware of how mean and demanding gymnastic coaches can be, especially ones training potential Olympic hopefuls. She’s already had enough to last her a lifetime. But Lance…Lance is different. He seems to pick on her for every little thing she does, judging everything from his ivory tower, yet doing nothing to help her actually correct her mistakes.

“Back straighter!”

“That landing was shit! Do it again.”

“Goddammit, point with your fucking toes, too! Come on Y/N, this is basic stuff!” 

Sometimes Y/N swears Lance just likes public humiliation. Especially when it’s against her. Maybe it’s his kink or something. And most frustratingly, there’s nothing she can do about it. She just has to climb back up onto the bars or the vault and try again…whilst making a few comments under her breath, of course. If Lance can do it, so can she. She would say them to his face. It’s just that she’s too scared to, because she’d rather not attract his ire any more than she already is.

And yet, despite how cruel Lance is to her, he is really fucking attractive, and Y/N would be lying if she said that she hasn’t ever thought about seeing just how flexible he can be outside of their training sessions, feeling his hot breath against her-

“Come ON! I know a girl who could do this routine in her sleep when she was five!” He shouts across the gym at her as soon as her feet touch the matt, interrupting her thoughts. “Again.” He angrily gestures to the bars. “I shouldn’t have to expect to tell you to keep doing this routine, Y/N! You should know it.” Grumbling, Y/N powders her hands again, ready to tackle the bars once more.

Mostly though, she wants to wring his neck.

“Sure you do. Why don’t you get her to do it then, instead of fucking bitching to me?” She mutters under her breath. “And I do know it. I’ve practised it enough times. Dickhead.” When she’s sure she’s ready, Y/N jumps, catching the bars and pulling herself up into the air. She performs the routine once again, twisting and moving her body throughout the air. As she finishes, she lands on the mat, not even stumbling. The adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Y/N throws her hands up in the air in a triumphant pose…to be greeted by pure silence from Lance for once. Y/N grins. Maybe she’s finally stunned him into silence? She looks over at Lance, expecting to see him watching her, with his mouth open and his eyes wide. To her shock, he’s on his phone, absorbed in scrolling through it. Rage fills her body, and she storms over to him.

“Hey! I just aced my landing, and you weren’t even looking!” She shouts, causing him to look up from his phone. 

“What, you nailed one landing out of two hundred shitty ones? That’s nothing special, sweetheart.” He scoffs. The angry and perplexed look on her face makes him roll his eyes. “I don’t want you nailing your landings, I want you to win a gold fucking medal, like I did-”

“Oh my god, I KNOW!” Y/N snaps as the pressure Lance has put her under for the past few weeks reaches a pressure point. “We’ve all heard the story about how you won the gold, and how pissed off you are that nobody is giving you any recognition for it anymore. It’s because nobody cares, Lance! You know what? Maybe the reason none of your students are doing well is because you’re too obsessed with your career and your medals to help us win some.” Lance doesn’t reply, and Y/N steps closer, continuing her verbal onslaught. “Is that it, Lance? Are you so pathetic, so unwilling to admit that you’re washed up and don’t want someone to be better than you? So desperate to cling to your crown?” She demands. “You need to realise that you aren't as good as you think you are.” When she’s finished shouting at him, she pants a little, trying to calm herself down.

And as she does, the realisation of what she just did begins to sink in. “Oh god.” She murmurs. Lance may be a total asshole, but he is the Olympic Team Coordinator. There goes her chances of even making it to the opening ceremony, let alone being an Olympic hopeful. Bracing herself for Lance’s inevitable outburst, she gulps. Lance does not help alleviate her worries either, as he keeps staring at her in silence, his eyes wandering low as he bites his lip ever so slightly. Even though she’s still worried about what’s going to happen, the sight of Lance looking at her like that makes her heart rate rise, and a familiar warm feeling begins to grow within her. Surprisingly though, Lance simply smirks.

“Oh, you have some fire in you, don’t you?” He grins. “I like that in a woman.” 

“You-you do?” She squeaks, immediately embarrassed at the tone of her voice. Lance nods, a smug grin displayed on his face. With Lance Tucker, a smile like that always means trouble.

“Yep.” He nods, popping the p. She never noticed how pink Lance’s lips were. Her mind soon fills with ideas on what he could do with them, only causing the warm feeling to spread even further, this time going between her thighs. Shit. This can’t be happening. Of course, there were plenty of times she’d thought about her coach and had to relieve herself, but that was always at home in bed. Not here, and not now. And especially not right in front of Lance. She has to get out of here quickly. 

“You know, despite how much of a pain in my ass you are, I actually like a lot of things about you, Y/N.” He winks, and Y/N suppresses a moan. Thankfully, though, Lance doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn’t mention it. “And you can use that fire in your routines. Make everyone believe you want to win, that you want it.” He steps ever so slightly forward, and Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat. If he comes any closer to her, she might explode. “You do want it, don’t you Y/N?” He whispers, his voice ever so slightly deeper. Y/N has a funny feeling that he’s not talking about gymnastics anymore. She nods quickly, biting her tongue to prevent whatever unholy thoughts or sayings she has from escaping. As her pussy starts to tingle, Y/N tries not to squirm. Lance opens his mouth again, and she hopes he’s going to let her have a break. That way, she can run to the bathrooms and get this over with before she loses it. Instead, though, Lance only makes it worse.

“See, I don’t believe you. I think I need more convincing.” Y/N tries desperately to think of something, anything to say. But she can’t think of anything. “Cat got your tongue? That’s funny, because you had no issue talking shit about me a few minutes ago.” Lance watches her as she starts to fidget. With the smirk rapidly growing on his face, she can tell that Lance knows how she’s feeling, and that he’s enjoying teasing her until she reaches her breaking point. After this, she’s definitely going to kill him. First, though, she needs to get the hell out of here and deal with this problem. Lance keeps a trained eye on her the whole time, staring as she writhes and winces as the pleasure continues to build, close to reaching a breaking point. 

“Lance…I really need the-” she gasps, but Lance cuts her off by pressing his arms against the wall, trapping her.

“What? Oh, you need to go to the bathroom, don’t you?” He hisses. “Because even though you like to pretend that you hate me, I know how you really feel about me. And that you’re desperately close to coming over me once again.” He laughs at the confused look on her face. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know. You’re not exactly subtle.” He still doesn’t let her go, continuing to watch as she writhes between his arms. “God, your pussy is practically dripping through that leotard.” When she doesn’t reply, he smirks. “Now who’s pathetic?” He whispers, the sensation of his hot breath on her skin making things even worse. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Nope. That’s not going to cut it. Try again.” God, one of these days, she really is going to punch his stupid, beautiful face. But now, though, she’s choosing to survive.  

“Lance, please.” She begs. “I’m sorry, alright? Please, just let me go now.” Lance gives her one last look, grinning. 

“That’s better. On you go.” He smirks. Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. As she heads towards the bathroom, Lance calls after her.

“Hopefully this is a lesson to you, Y/N. Don’t cause anymore trouble, because next time…I won’t be so nice.” Y/N suppresses the urge to flip him off, and instead hurries off to the bathrooms.

“Bastard.”

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

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.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“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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[rogerswifesblog]

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.

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.

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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[late-to-the-party-81]

Give you hell

AN: I hope you enjoyed that little Stucky AU yesterday. Today we're taking a left turn down Douche-bag Avenue for an unexpected interaction with Lance Tucker.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @navybrat817

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Gym Coach Teacher Reader

CW: Hate sex, cum marking, lots of swearing, toxic relationship, ex hook-up Lance, rough sex

Word Count: 1.1k

“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?” 

His finger jabbed at you and you felt your normal ire at his presence mutate into loathing.

“Me? You’re one to talk, Mr ‘Olympic Gold Medal’ Diva.”

You spun away from him and walked towards the locker room, but of course he had to follow you, just to needle you some more.

“Yes, it really gets to you, doesn't it? That I made it big, while you’ve been stuck here teaching peewees how to do a forwards roll.”

“Please,” you threw over your shoulder. “Like I’d be jealous of you. You were an ass then and you’re an ass now.”

He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall by the locker room door.

He looked you up and down, a glint in his eye and his tongue rubbing over his top lip. Damn him and his handsome face.

“You didn’t always think so…”

His hand trailed down your body, over your breast and you slapped it away.

“Oh, I always thought so, Lance. It’s just I needed to get my kicks somehow.”

His eyes went wide, his ego having trouble comprehending what you were saying. And you could help but tease him.

“Awwww, poor baby. All this time, did you really think that I cared? That I was all goo-goo eyes over you?”

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as you laid into him. 

“Is that why you came back to visit? Needed to inflate that ego of yours with a trip down memory lane? Sorry to disappoint you. You’re not gonna get any fawning from me. Now get out of my way.”

You shoved him and he stumbled back and you almost laughed out loud at the look of existential crisis on his face. But you turned and pushed your way into the locker room.

You weren’t wholly surprised when you heard the door open again a few seconds later as Lance barged through.

“Fuck off outta my locker room, Lance. In fact, fuck off outta my life.”

This time when he pinned you to the wall, arms above your head, it made your teeth rattle.

“You’re lying,” he sneered. “You want me. You’ve always wanted me.”

You smiled, over-sweetly, back.

“I never said I didn’t want you. I just said I never cared for you.”

“Maybe that’s all I need?”

He kissed you then, all teeth and tongue, and damn it, it made heat flare within you. He was always too good at this. You kissed him back, giving as good as you got. When he slid a hand up your top, groping you over your sports bra, you hooked your leg around his hips, pulling him flush to your core, and started to grind.

Lance broke the kiss to pull your top up, and he wrenched at the zipper of your bra, until your breasts spilled out and he could take one, and then the other into his mouth. He sucked on them hard, before popping off and biting into the soft flesh, making you cry out with desire.

With him distracted you pulled your hands free of his grip and slid them up his t-shirt, scraping your nails down his muscular form, hearing him hiss. When you reached his training sweats, you pushed your hand inside, taking hold of him.

His cock was a familiar weight in your hand and you ran your thumb over his slit, smearing the pearl of pre-cum. He retaliated by slipping his hand down your sweats and into your panties, chuckling against your flesh when he discovered how wet you were.

“Shut up, Lance. Put your money where your mouth is and fuck me then. If you’ve got it in you.”

He growled and let go of you to shove his sweats down. And that’s when you saw it. The infamous tattoo. And you couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up out of your mouth, even as you clamped your hands over them.

“You shut up!”

He spun you so you were face first against the wall, pulled your sweats down and off one foot, before lifting your leg to open you to him.

He pushed in, harshly and you groaned, hands scrabbling against the cool tiles.

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that, huh?”

He thrust hard and fast, just the way you, and your body, remembered. His hand snuck round your front, between you and the wall, and started to rub firm circles on your clit.

“It was always easy to make you cum.”

You let out another bark of laughter.

“I faked it half the time, dickhead.”

He bit down on the juncture of your neck and you cried out, pushing your hips back against his. Whatever this was between you, no matter how toxic, it was currently doing it for you. You were so close and you were determined to cum, even if it did make Lance even more insufferable. 

“Let’s see if you can please me this time. I doubt you’re fucking man enough. Come on, you don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break.”

He doubled down, touching you faster, more firmly, and you smiled internally at how transparent he was.

“That’s it, Lance. Yes, fuck me. Make me cum…”

You cried out, bucking your hips, as your pussy clenched down on Lance’s cock and fireworks went off behind your eyes. You were still gulping in breaths when he roughly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, and put a hand on the back of your neck, holding you against the wall, unable to move.

“Told you, too easy. You were always a slut for this dick.”

You heard the tell-tale sound of him jerking himself off behind you and you wiggled, trying to get free.

“Might as well let everyone know it.  Ah, fuck.”

You felt the wet warmth as he came, his cum splattering over your ass and up your back, onto your uniform top.

“There, pretty as a fucking picture.”

He slapped his hand against your buttock and you squeaked. 

“See you in hell, bitch.” He gave you a sarcastic little wave as he pushed his way through the locker room door. You scowled at his retreating form and shouted back.

“Not if I see you there first. Asshole.”

He flipped you off, over his shoulder, and the door flapped shut.

Despite the exceptionally gross feeling of his cooling spend running down your leg, you smiled to yourself, and wondered how long he would stay away this time.

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[sebastiansluts]

Hey Rose!!! Could we have something with lance degrading reader 👀 maybe breeding her and marking her with piss?

Hi!!! I hope you like this!!

Lance Tucker x Reader; reader is like 20+; hair pulling, degradation, breeding kink- unsafe sex, piss kink,

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

Lance had called you into his office to talk about your performance for the last three months as a junior coach. You weren’t nervous, you had been sleeping with him for the last two. As you walked in, you were all smiles, confidence oozing out of you. 

“Hey Coach,” you grinned, popping your gum before spitting it into the trash can next to his desk. You propped yourself on the edge, showing off your short shorts. “You wanted to see me?” 

Lance’s eyes were dark, shrewd, as he stood from behind his desk, walking around to face you. You couldn’t help the small gulp that happened or the moan when his hand suddenly whipped up and fisted around your pontytail, yanking your head back. 

“Lance!” You cried, hands flying up to his upper arms, squeezing his biceps and getting distracted for a moment. He yanked on your hair again and you yelped, looking into his icy blue eyes. 

“Can’t even focus long enough to hear how you’re doing, so typical of you,” Lance scoffed, and you felt a rush of heat go through you. 

“I can, just give me a chance-” You begged but he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, harsh and unyielding. Lance pushed away from you abruptly and spun you around, pushing you out of his office. 

“Go to the lockers and strip down. Wait in the showers,” he ordered, and you nodded, obeying quickly, jumping when he slapped your ass as you passed. You walked as quickly as you dared through the gym, into the locker room. 

It was nearly empty and quickly became entirely so as you disrobed, putting your clothes in your locker and heading to the showers with your usual products. You were alone, the sound of the water the only thing you could hear as you strained your ears, eyes sweeping as far as you could see into the lockers.  Lance stepped into view suddenly and you flinched, as he snickered. “Knew I was coming, who else would I be? Turn the water off, go into a different stall we don’t want to slip.”

You did as he said, moving quickly glancing over your shoulder into the locker room and seeing it was still empty. Lance pushed you into the stall and up against the wall, putting your hands up high as he kicked your legs apart. 

“Jesus, I’ve been fucking waiting for this all fucking day,” Lance swore, and you whimpered as he pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, sliding it around in the bit of wetness there.

“Come on baby, what’s going on, am I being too mean? My pathetic girl needs some sweetness? Well too bad that’s not what you get with me,” Lance said, slapping his dick against your cunt, hitting your clit and making you buck your hips, trying to get more. “Ahh, there she is, my desperate girl, wondering where you were.”

“Thought- thought you didn’t like desperate?” you said woundedly, and Lance just laughed, running his dick between your inner lips, coating his dick with your slick before pushing his tip inside you.

You gasped, going up on your toes, and Lance followed, pressing you into the wall, making you take it. Inch by inch, he drove into you, pulling back then hammering forwards. You were making broken little gasps and moans, feeling yourself be split open on his cock.

“I feed off of desperate, baby. Now bend over, you’re gonna take my seed like a good little whore, Daddy wants a baby this time,” Lance grinned, pushing you down until you were doubled over, still pressed against the wall, ass pushing into him. 

“Gonna fill you up so full of me you’re gonna be dripping with it,” Lance groaned, thrusting forwards and making you squeal. 

“Please, Lance! I need it,” you whimpered, cheek against your hands, pressing back from the wall and wriggling against Lance until he slapped your ass.

“Greedy fucking slut! Can’t just take what you’re given, always have to try to prove yourself,” Lance muttered, and you shuddered, your pussy clenching. He grabbed your ponytail again, wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your head back while he drove his hips into you. “Where’s that fucking voice now, huh? Come on baby, tell me how good you’re going to be for me, how good you’re going to look stuffed full of my cum, swollen with me.” 

Lance let go of your hair to grip your hips tightly as he began fucking you with quick, steady strokes, dragging grunts out of your mouth, as more filth spilled from his. 

“Gonna come on Daddy’s dick aren’t you, slut? Yeah, you’re still a fucking slut, getting off on all of this, you’re wet as a fucking pool.” He wasn’t wrong, you were soaked, Lance slipping through your folds with ease. He reached around and pulled one of your tits out of your top, groping you harshly as he kept thrusting at even pace. 

You couldn’t hold back, whimpering as you came, dropping your head, bent and hanging between your shoulders. You shook, body trembling as your cunt tightened on Lance’s dick. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you back into him, no resistance from you. 

Lance started fucking you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. “Gonna do it this time, really gonna breed you up baby,” he moaned in your ear as he came, sputtering against your walls bare, dripping down between your legs as he fucked in and out of you eagerly. 

When he pulled out, you could feel some of his cum against your thighs, and you pressed them together. “See? Such a slut, you can’t help but want to keep my cum inside you,” Lance said, putting a hand on your lower back, pushing lightly at first, then harder when you weren’t moving fast enough. “Get on your knees and face me.”

You did as he said, looking up at him to see him holding his dick and pointing it right at you. “Aw Lance, is that why we’re in the showers? This better count as extra credit,” you grumbled, closing your eyes. 

You flinched when the first stream of piss hit your cheek, then relaxed into it, getting covered from head to foot. “‘Extra credit’ you’d let me do anything I wanted just for a scrap of praise, wouldn’t you?” Lance taunted, laughing as he pissed on you.

“I fucking own you, slut, don’t ever forget that. Forget about credit, forget about your job, forget about your life, you are mine. That’s your fucking progress report, baby,” Lance hissed, finishing peeing and standing tall over you.

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[holylulusworld]

Precious Metal (4) - Snippet

Summary: Lance is still an asshole. You still hate him. This doesn’t stop you from letting him do dirty things to you…

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, banter, love-hate relationship, Lance is still an ass, light smut (unprotected), dirty talk, there is a hint of fluff

<< Part 3

“I told you to get lost,” you can’t believe Lance came to your apartment a month ago and didn’t leave since then. It was fun to toy with him at first, but lately, you realize, he was serious about marrying you. “Don’t you have a champion to train?”

“Maggie is fine with my co-trainer,” Lance eagerly tugs at your panties and tries to get you bare again. “Let me have my way with you. I want to fuck you over the kitchen counter this time.”

“Tucker last time was the last. I was bored and your dick was around. Now, leave my apartment and don’t come back,” crossing your arms over your chest you glare at Lance. You don’t think he can be a good boyfriend, so you need to get rid of him. “I mean it, Lance.”

“Nah, you love taking my dick, kitten,” he smirks, knowing you cannot resist him for too long. “Move in with me, Y/N. I got a big house and an even bigger bedroom. We could fuck every morning, evening, and during lunch break.”

“Everything is about sex to you,” you roll your eyes as he takes his shirt off, dropping it carelessly to the ground. Your eyes are glued to his crotch, and you hate yourself for it, you can already feel yourself grow wet for him. “I’m warning you, Tucker.”

“I’ll take my pants off and give you the gold again,” wishing you could resist the grinning bastard taking his pants off you close your eyes for a moment. “Come here, kitten…”

“Lance, I want more than sex from a relationship. And, I don’t want an unfaithful partner,” he grasps for your hand to bring it to his aching cock. “Christ, Tucker.”

“Kitten, you will wear my ring soon enough and I’ll only feed your kitty with my dick,” he guides your hand up and down his length now. “Feel what you are doing to me? I couldn’t even bang Maggie after she threw herself at me. I came here to fuck you and never left.”

“Do you honestly think that I’m going to marry you, Tucker,” he moves your hand to his chest, smirking as you dig your nails into his skin. “Hope was right, you are an annoying bastard.”

“Kitten, stop being a brat,” you squeak as he twirls you around to bend you over the kitchen counter. “Fuck, look at this.” He groans deeply as he kicks your legs apart to get a good look at your soaked panties. “If you don’t want me to give you dick, why are you so wet?”

“I watched porn this morning,” you stick your ass out, lying shamelessly. Giving in one last time can’t be too bad. Right? “Now leave my house.”

“Nah, I’ll do something better, Y/N,” your panties end up on the ground. “Just relax and open up for the god of gymnastics, kitten. You need to enjoy the good things in life more often.”

“Let me go,” you complain as Lance runs his cock through your folds. “Fucker Tucker!” he slips the tip in, savoring the moment he spears you open.

”That’s the best cunt I ever had, kitten. Do you know how good it feels having you wrapped around my cock?” Lance starts with shallow thrusts to slowly open you up for him. “I saw the perfect ring last week.”

You grip the edge of the kitchen counter and enjoy the ride. It’s not wrong to want an orgasm or two after enduring a stressful week at work. “Make it worth my time, Tucker.”

“Sweet kitten, I’ll always make it worth your time…”

“The answer is still no, Lance Tucker,” crossing your arms over your chest you stomp your foot to the ground. You angrily pout at him, hoping he’ll realize you don’t want to marry him.

“Aw, you are shy, that’s cute,” Lance points at the next ring but you only roll your eyes. “How about that one. A heart-shaped diamond in a platinum setting.”

“Tucker, I don’t want to marry you,” he sighs as you barely glance at the ring. “Let’s just go back home.”

“Ah, you want me all by yourself, little kitten,” he flashes you a smile before turning his attention back toward the rings. “Do you like gold more? Stupid, question. I know you love gold.”

“Cocky bastard,” muttering under your breath you force yourself to look at the rings. You sneer as the jeweler shamelessly ogles Lance. She looks him up and down, licking her red lips and you feel the green beast you try to suppress since you met Lance win the upper hand. “I want that heart-shaped one over there. You know, the one you showed me earlier.”

“A nice one,” he hums as you allow him to wrap his arm around your waistline. You even bite your tongue as his hand wands to your ass to grope one cheek roughly. “How about we buy it right now, kitten?”

“Sir, that���s a good choice,” the jeweler coos, her eyes now glued to Lance’s face. “You’ve got a great taste.”

“Of course, I got a great taste,” Lance exclaims loudly. “Just look at my fiancé.” The woman’s face falls, and she hastily gets the ring out of the vitrine to show it to you and Lance. “It will look beautiful on her finger, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, beautiful,” you chuckle as the jeweler watches Lance put the ring on your finger.

“Damn me, baby. It fits,” Lance kisses your hand, smiling against your skin. “Now we can marry.”

“Lance I,” he doesn’t listen to you. He buys the ring, humming happily as you try to find out what just happened. “Tucker, you can’t just buy a ring.”

“I just did,” while you try to not strangle Lance, he wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you out of the jewelry store. “We should celebrate and have dinner at your favorite restaurant.”

“I don’t know,” still a little shell-shocked you follow Lance toward his car, wondering if you should marry the man opening the door to the passenger seat for you. “Lance we should talk about a few things first…”

“Lance, what are we doing here,” another sigh leaves your lips as Lance guides you into his living room. “Did you even listen?”

“I’m showing my girl around the house we will share. What do you say?” he points at the comfortable sofa stand in front of a fireplace. “Do you like it?”

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” you chuckle. “I expected you to plaster your walls with images of you, and your gold, or mirrors hanging from the ceiling…”

“I keep these in the bedroom,” he smirks as you sit on the sofa. “We can change anything if you want to.”

“We need to talk,” pinching the bridge of your nose you sigh deeply. “I like fucking you, Tucker.”

“Same,” he grins.

“That’s not enough to marry you, Lance. Can you not make everything about sex for once?”

“I-“ he almost chokes on the words he tries to get out. “I like you, not just fucking you. You’re smart, cute, a good lay and if I marry you Hope will be second best to you.”

“I hate you,” hiding your face in your hands you try to ignore that your heart fluttered for a moment at his words.

“Nah, you love me, kitten. I know you do,” he sits next to you to pat your thigh. “You give me heart eyes any time I’m not looking. Now, when do we want to seal the deal.”

“Tucker.”

“Yeah, kitten.”

“Maybe I like you a little,” you grumble.

“I can work with that,” Lance leans closer to kiss your cheek. “How about we christen my brand-new bed tonight and see where this will lead us to?”

“That’s not the worst idea you ever had…”

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