#Lance Tucker fan fiction

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Breaking Point (mafia!lance Tucker)

Summary: Lance finally confesses his feelings

Warnings: Flangst

WC: 730ish

A/N: i miss this cocky sonofabitch on my dash and nobody's writin for him anymore. but i sure as fuck will.

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You’ve been in Lance Tucker’s office for the past twenty minutes, waiting for him to actually address the mountain of paperwork in front of him. As usual, he’s lounging in his sleek, minimalistic chair, feet propped up on the desk, eyes glued to his phone as if the world outside his screen doesn’t exist.

He’s infuriating.

“Lance, are you even listening to me?” you ask, voice sharper than you intended. You hated that you were letting your frustration show, but after working for this man for the past three years, your patience was running thin.

Lance lifts his head briefly, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow. “I heard you. Meeting with the board at three. I’ve got it,” he says, nonchalantly flicking a hand through his hair, before returning his attention to his phone.

“No, you don’t got it.” You slam the folder you’ve been holding onto his desk. He looks at it, then at you, clearly surprised at your outburst. “You never care, Lance! You don’t care about the meeting, you don’t care about the company, and you sure as hell don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

There’s a silence that follows your words. His phone clicks shut, and for the first time in weeks, he actually looks at you. Really looks at you.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, voice much quieter now, but his expression has darkened.

“Oh, I do. You walk around here like you’re God’s gift to the world, and I’m sick of cleaning up your messes. I’m sick of covering for you when you skip meetings or when you’re too hungover to show up to press conferences. And what do you do in return? Nothing! You just keep living in your bubble while everyone else picks up the pieces. You don’t care about anyone but yourself, Lance.”

He rises from his chair, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve crossed some kind of line. The playful glint that usually shines in his eyes is gone, replaced by something harder, colder.

“You think I don’t care?” His voice is a dangerous whisper now as he walks around the desk, closing the distance between you. “I care more than you know. But this—this world? It doesn’t let you show weakness. Not if you want to survive. You have no idea what it’s like up here.” His hand sweeps around the office, as if it symbolizes the power and pressure weighing on him.

“I know exactly what it’s like,” you say, staring him down. “I’ve been here right next to you, trying to hold everything together while you pretend none of it matters.”

Lance clenches his jaw, his cool facade slipping. He moves closer, and you find yourself caught between the tension in the air and your own heartbeat.

“You think I don’t care about anyone but myself?” he repeats, his voice low, dangerous. “What if I told you that’s not true? What if the one person I care about is standing right in front of me?”

Your breath catches in your throat, but you shake your head, refusing to let his words distract you. “Don’t do that, Lance. Don’t try to make this about something else.”

But he’s not listening. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, his face inches from yours. “Maybe you’re right,” he murmurs. “Maybe I am selfish. But I’m not as heartless as you think.”

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, and before you can protest, his lips are on yours, hot and demanding. It’s everything you’ve secretly wanted but never allowed yourself to believe could happen. The frustration, the tension, the unspoken feelings—everything pours into that kiss, making it hard to think clearly.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “I’ve been pushing you away because I thought it would make things easier. But it hasn’t. I need you, more than I’ll ever admit.”

Your mind spins, unsure of what to say, how to feel. The man who never seemed to care about anyone is now confessing more than you thought possible. But can you trust him? After all the walls he’s built, after all the times he’s made you feel invisible?

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” you whisper.

His thumb traces your jawline, eyes intense as they meet yours. “Then let me prove it to you.”

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Stupid Little Bun

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.

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Bunbun is sleeping when Lance gets home. That's not unusual. She often uses naps to fill her day, even though he always leaves her with a lovely collection of toys. There are squeaky toys and jingly bells dangling from a plastic frame for her to bat at; she has her aerial swing for her silly kitty games, though she's only allowed to use that if she has a plug in her bottom and Lance didn't give her one this morning. There are several thick dildos attached with suction cups to various surfaces around the house -- to the floors and mirrors, mostly, though there is one on the wall of the shower. It's her favourite dildo, so she has to have the water running when she uses that one. She's not allowed to open the tap entirely; an empty-headed little bunny like her would end up wasting too much water. She has to open it so that there's just an annoying little trickle of cold water dripping onto her twitchy bunny nose as she rides her favourite toy.

He isn't sure how often she actually uses that one. He only finds the water still running when he comes home about once a week, but maybe the stupid little pup remembers to turn it off on other occasions. He's having cameras installed this weekend, so he'll have a better idea of how his pet spends her days when he's at work. They'll connect to an app on his phone and if he pays extra, he can stream the videos to subscribers. Bunbun might end up with quite a few fans.

Little Bunbun's tuckered out today. Usually she wakes up when she hears the front door opening, but she's still asleep even after he has taken off his shoes and hung up his coat. He walks over to where she's sleeping on her plush dog bed and crouches down beside her. "Bunbun," he coos in a sing-song voice. "Kitty, Master's home."

She jolts awake, blinking and confused and her tongue already lolling out in puppyish excitement. There's a patch of drool on her bed; she really is such a messy little thing. She squeaks excitedly, knowing better by now to try and use people words -- that training only took about three weeks of her getting a clothes peg on her tongue every time she tried to speak rather than making noises like a good pet.

"Hey, Bunbun," he says, laughing when she immediately shoves her face into his crotch. That had been an easy trick to teach; she'd just received a reward every time she'd greeted him in the way a pretty, brainless pet should, and even though she doesn't need the training any more, a bit of reinforcement doesn't hurt. He rubs a hand down her back, trailing down her spine all the way down to her bum, and slides a finger between her cheeks. He rubs the pad of his finger against her hole. She used to flinch at the touch of a dry finger, scared that he'd try to push it inside her, but now, she arches her back and presses back against it.

"Slutty puppy," he says fondly, then pulls back and pushes the same finger that was pressed against her hole into her mouth, pressing down hard on her tongue and making her drool even more. She goes a little cross-eyed and he laughs.

She was confused at first, when he kept calling her puppy and kitty and bunny, sometimes using two or more in the same sentence. Every time she tried to ask, though, she ended up with a clothes peg on her tongue. Finally, one evening, she sat at his feet and pawed at his knee and made squeaky, questioning noises, cocking her head like a curious puppy.

"Okay," he said, stroking her hair. It was growing back from when he'd shaved it and was adorably tufty, making her look like a fluffy duckling -- maybe a new pet to add to the list. "One question," he said.

"Master, why --" She blinked several times, frowning. He hoped that one day, it would have been long enough that she would forget how to put sentences together entirely. "Master, why puppy an' kitty an' bun?"

He cupped her face in his hands and booped her bunny nose. Truthfully, he liked the lack of a solid identity for her; he liked that she didn't have a single animal to latch onto and model herself on; he liked that she wasn't finding it easy. Sometimes he'd given her a command and he could see her hesitating, trying to work out if he wanted her to respond like a bunny or a puppy or a kitty. He liked the confusion, liked the fear. But he couldn't say that to her; her silly little pet brain just wouldn't understand.

"Because you are a puppy and a kitty and a bunny!" he said, smiling widely so she'd know this was a good thing. His voice was overly cheery and he could practically see a part of her mind fighting against it, wanting to call him a patronising bastard as she had so often at the start, but the rest of her was so happy that Master was happy! A little bit of drool spilled down her chin and he wiped it away with his thumb. "You're playful like a kitty and you're humpy like a puppy and you're so stupid, aren't you, just like a bunny?" She stared at him with wide eyes and he held her face a little harder, digging his fingers into the hinge of her jaw. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" she squeaked, and he pressed a finger to her lips.

"No more people words for you today," he said. "Stupid little bun, Master said you could have one question. Can't even count, can you?"

Slowly, she shook her head. She still looked a bit uncertain, though, so he pulled out his cock and fed it into her mouth until she was trilling happily around it, her head filled with nothing but thoughts of cock, cock, cock.

Now, he pets her and tells her she's just a stupid kitty, yes she is, yes she is! She coos and meows, and when he slides two fingers over her pussy, he finds it drippy and messy with slick. "Always thinking with your cunt, aren't you, Bunbun?" he says. He sighs like he's so hard done by. "Okay, you can ride Master before I take you for walkies."

He spoils her, he knows that he does. But when she squeals and nuzzles and pushes him down onto the rug so she can hop onto his lap and immediately start bouncing on him, absolutely no comprehension that his cock is tucked away behind his pants and can't go into her, he can't bring himself to regret it.

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god of gymnastics ✧ lance tucker

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pairing: lance tucker x fem!reader

summary: your sister’s gymnastics coach takes an interest in you.

word count: 1,187

warnings?: named sister (so sorry if her name is your name), lance tucker is an asshole (but we love him for it), age difference but reader is older than 18, (one-sided) dirty talk but nothing actually happens beyond making out

Your sister was practically born doing somersaults, back handsprings, and aerial cartwheels. She was made for gymnastics. She was born to go into the Olympics. And your dad made damn sure that she would be able to make those dreams a reality. They paid for the best coaches, took her to the best gyms, made sure she was in competition after competition until she got the attention from the right people. When he died, the responsibility of making sure that little Lia made it to the Olympics fell on you. You were hardly older than her, only a few years her senior, but suddenly it felt like the weight of the world had been placed on your shoulders. It was a lot to handle, but you couldn’t just let years of hard work and preparation go to waste. So you put your life on hold, putting off college and trying to juggle three jobs to make sure you could pay for the best coaches and the best gyms that your dad had worked so hard to get her into. This was your family’s legacy, and you’d make damn well sure that it amounted to something, preferably a shiny gold medal but just qualifying for the Olympics would be satisfactory.

But that didn’t mean that you had to enjoy her fucker of a coach. Lance Tucker was, to put it simply, a piece of work. A piece of work with a nice body and cute ass, but a piece of work nonetheless. He made it his mission to make you uncomfortable every time you stepped through that door to pick up your sister. Despite her being the perfect age to start driving, the two of you decided her time would be better spent training than learning how to drive, so you continued to drive her anywhere she needed to go. And Lance? Well, he seemed to revel in the fact that you had to show up to his gym every fucking day of the week.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled out as he saw you waiting by the entrance to the gym. “What brings you here, princess?”

“You know why I’m here, Tucker,” you dismissed. “It’s the same as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, dating all the way back to the day I first started dropping Lia off here.”

He hummed, a smirk curling across his face. “Sorry, princess, but every time I see you, my mind just goes blank.”

“That’s ‘cause you think with your dick, and not your brain.”

“Oh, so you’ve been thinking about my dick? ‘Cause I think it’s time you get well acquainted with—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Trust me, princess, I’ve been trying.” He stalked over to you, you backing up until you felt your back hit the wall. He towered over you, propping his arm up beside your head and leaning down over you until you were so close that you could smell his minty gum. “But you just keep runnin’ from me. Hurts my feelings, ya know.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about your feelings, Tucker, specially not when we both know that you’d just ditch me the second you get what you want.”

He chuckled lowly. “Oh? You worried that I’d just ‘bandon you? ‘Cause I promise you, princess, that once I get you, I'mma never let you go.”

“I’m sure you say that to every poor sucker you coax into your bed, but I’m not another trophy for you to win,” you said, looking away. God, he got on your every last nerve, but even you had trouble controlling yourself when he was that close to you. For as annoying as he was, even you had to admit that he was undeniably attractive.

“Sounds like you’re jealous, princess,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “But I’mma tell you a secret: you’re all I think about whether I’m fuckin’ another bitch or gettin’ myself off.”

You ground your teeth together, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched together at the idea of him thinking about you while having sex. You turned your head, looking away from him. He didn’t get to see the way he had such an effect on you. No, that would only fuel his stupid fucking ego, and he didn’t deserve that. 

“Well, think of someone else. You’re my sister’s coach. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”

“Mm, but we both know that you want me buried between your pretty little legs, princess. You just gotta let me,” he said, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back at him again. He brushed his lips against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “C’mon, princess. I’ll treat you right, no matter if you wanna act like a pretty princess or my dirty little whore.”

“Tucker, leave me alone.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think you mean that,” he said, his eyes opening. “Not when you’re practically putty in my hand. Just give me the word, and I’ll give you the world.”

“I don’t want anything you have to give,” you denied, even though your thoughts were quickly becoming clouded with ideas of being Lance Tucker’s little bitch. “I just wanna get my sister and leave.”

“Mm, you might mean that now, but soon you’re gonna see that all you really want is me, princess,” he said, cupping your face with his massive hands and bring his lips down on yours. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you found yourself giving into the temptation that was the god of gymnastics. Every protest you had died down as you snaked your arms around his neck, one of your hands gripping the back of his head, pushing him down impossibly closer to you. 

But, all too soon, he pulled away, his smirk even bigger than ever. “I knew you wanted this, princess. Glad you finally came to your senses.”

“Fuck you,” you said, still hating the way he taunted you.

“Don’t worry, you will soon,” he grinned. He back away, never breaking eye contact with you, as you heard Lia come running out of the locker room, shouting about how she perfected this one really hard move or something—you weren't sure, you could hardly pay attention to what she was saying. All you could think about was Lance fucking Tucker and how you wanted to both throttle him and fuck him within an inch of his life. “You’d better put little Lia to bed early tonight. I’ll be pickin’ you up at 8 o’clock sharp. Make sure you wear somethin’ that shows off your pretty little legs.”

And though you wanted to push back, to fight back, to tell him that you’d sooner gouge out your eyes before you went out with him, you’d already had a a stunning red number that left little to the imagination picked out. After all, if Lance was determined to torment you, you’d be sure you got something out of it, too. It was only fair.

And, who knows, maybe you’d even give the god of gymnastics a run for his money.

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Below the cut is my master list of Sebastian Stan/Sebastian Stan character fan fiction.  Read, share, enjoy!

Sebastian Stan:

Lunch Break Series -Sebastian Stan x Reader

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Lunch Break

Night Cap

Room Service

There’s Always Room for Pizza

Not Goodbye … Just Goodnight

Chicken Noodle Soup

Star-Spangled Hot Dogs

Giving In

Birthday Cake

Deli Date

Red

You’re Late - Sebastian Stan One-shot 

Vitamin D- Sebastian Stan One-Shot

Afterglow - Sebastian Stan One-shot

Tickled - Sebastian Stan One-Shot

At the Piano - Sebastian Stan x Reader

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Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Lance Tucker:

S.O.S. (State of Sunshine) - Lance Tucker and Evelyn Burns (Original Character)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven 

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Bucky Barnes:

Kaleidoscope Eyes - Bucky Barnes and Lucy Larson (OC)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Moonlight Swim - Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Part One

Part Two

Love Sex Magic - Bucky Barnes x Reader One-shot

I Wanna Play - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sharing is Caring - Bucky Barnes x Reader

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I hit 400 followers a little while ago so here's my celebration! In other news, No More Running Part 2 is coming soon!!!

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Hard Work

Lance Tucker x Reader

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

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

Warnings: Lance Tucker is in the house 😂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha-.”

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

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

“The teachers always get the equipment rea–.”

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

“What the fu–.”

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

Your new gym teacher?

He was hot but a real piece of work.

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Quickie in the Closet

HBC Kinktober Writing Challenge

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Warnings: smut

"Guess who!" You whispered in Lance's ear as you covered his eyes with your hands from behind

He grinned and took hold of your wrists, turning to face you. 

"Hey, Baby!" He looked you over "I'm so happy you made it."

The two kissed quickly but when you pulled away, Lance licked his lips, looking at you hungrily. 

"UH OH" You smirked "I know that look."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the locker rooms but you resisted.

"Lance, what about the competition? It's starting in ten minutes and you're the coach!" 

"I know, Baby, but it's been a long week and I need you. I'll be quick. Please?" 

His red lips formed a pout and his blue eyes shone with desire. You couldn't resist him when he looked like that. You nodded and grabbed his hand again and the two of your hurried down the hallway. 

"Here.." Lance swung open the door of a supply closet and pushed you inside 

"Lance! It's dark.."

You tripped over a mop bucket but he caught you, a strong arm wrapped around your midsection and he began to kiss your neck. 

"Lance!" You moaned, head rolling to the side for easier access "Hurry, Baby. We can be slow tonight." 

Lance didn't need to be told twice. He had both pairs of pants pulled down to the ankles within seconds and he was pushing his cock into you as you braced your hands against the wall. 

"You're so wet, Baby. Miss me as much as I've missed you?" 

"I have. I'm coming with you next time." 

You gasped as he began a punishing pace, hips snapping into yours as his long cock filled you full. The tip hit against your g-spot repeatedly, causing your legs to tremble as you came. His hand clamped over your mouth and he buried his face in your neck, the feeling of your warm walls clamping around him sending him over the edge. 

You walked to your seat, ready to watch the competition with his cum dripping out of your pussy. He stood on the sidelines and turned back to give you a wink just as his first girl took her place at the bars. 

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ever after: rose petals and cursed castles (5) ✧ lance tucker

ever after ✧ a fairy tale anthology | ao3

pairing: beast!lance tucker x beauty!reader

summary: in which you are the beauty and lance tucker in the beast.

word count: 809

warnings?: implied smut, ok this one isn’t as good but i didn’t want to rehash the beauty and the beast plotline too much cause i have a fic coming out in october that does that lol, not proofread

ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a young woman lived with a horrible beast. She had lived with him for many months now, growing used to his temper tantrums and penchant for the dramatics. And he, too, grew used to her. The beast was once used to the solitude in which he lived, only talking to the enchanted furniture when necessary. He had been cursed to this life, and this life he would learn to live. Until, you came along. 

Your father had been found trespassing on his grounds, trying to take a single rose back to you. The beast had imprisoned him for his crimes. But, you came running for your father. Begged the beast to let him go, that you would take his place. It was an odd act of selflessness that the beast hadn’t seen before. And yet, he was moved by it, just enough to agree to your terms.

Things weren’t easy from there. Things like this never are. But, he eventually moved out of the dungeons and into your own room. Allowed you to eat meals with him, to join him on his walks around the grounds, to watch as he did tricks and jumps that a beast of his size should’ve never been able to do. Eventually, he even told you his name, told you to call him Lance. 

And you opened up to him, too. Told him about how you and your father had been ostracized from the town you lived in. About how you loved to read. You told him all of your favorite books, sometimes telling him the stories as best as you could remember. He liked it when you told him stories. But you eventually ran out. Your town didn’t have many books, you explained, and the ones that they did have weren’t given to you because you were a woman and “a woman wasn’t to read”. 

Lance almost felt like a fool when the idea struck him. How hadn’t he thought of it sooner? But, in his defense, he didn’t use his library often. He hadn’t since he was a boy. The shelves collected dust, until he decided to have it cleaned so that he may give it to you. 

Today was finally the day that it could be yours. 

After breakfast, Lance told you that he wanted to show you something. So you put your small hand into his large one, letting him lead you up to the library. 

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

“Shh, it’s a surprise,” he said. He stopped at the ornate double doors that opened into the library. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” you said. 

He pushed the doors open, his eyes staying on you to watch your reaction. And, oh, he’s never felt joy quite the way he did when he saw your hand fly up to cover your mouth, the quiet gasp escaping, the way your eyes went all wide as they darted between the library and him. 

“Lance, it’s beautiful!”

“And it’s all yours,” he said, taking your hand again and leading you inside. “I would’ve given it to you sooner, but it was rather dusty, and I wanted to make sure that it—”

“It’s perfect,” you cried, wrapping your arms around him. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you corrected, rising on your tippy toes and pulling his mouth down to yours so that you could kiss him.

The air seemed to change as you kissed him, swirled around you and enveloping the two of you together. And, slowly, it felt like you didn’t have to lean up as far. Almost as if Lance was shrinking. When you away, the beast no longer stood in front of you. No, it was a man with raven hair and pale blue eyes, a perfect smile curled across his face. 

“Lance, you—”

He looked down at his hands, as if he couldn’t believe they were his. “You broke the curse,” he breathed out. 

And then suddenly his arms were wrapped around you and he was lifting you into the air, spinning you round and round, laughing so loudly it echoed off the walls.

He set you back down on the ground, his hand going up to caress your face. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Y-You’re welcome, but I don’t understand what I did?”

“True love’s kiss. You broke the spell.”

“I’m your true love?”

“You are,” he said. “And I only know of one way to repay you for this.”

“And how’s that?”

“Why don’t you shimmy off those pretty panties you’re wearing and go sit on the couch over there?” he smirked. “Wanna give your other set of lips a few kisses, yeah?”

And so, YOU LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

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What’s that on the floor there? Oh, just my melted heart! 😭 this ended so so beautifully! So cute and amazing and adorable! STARFISH 😭

I loved this story, it was so perfect in so many ways! 👏🏼💗👏🏼💗

The Price of Gold - Epilogue

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 3955 Warnings: fluff

Summary: 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.

A/N: I couldn’t resist letting this story go but since this gif reminds everyone of Lance I came up with an epilogue based on it. I can’t believe this is over! Thank you so much to everyone who has supported this! This fic has been my life for the past few months and it really means so much to me! Written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif not mine (x) 

PART 18 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

Saturdays were the busiest day for Tucker Gymnastics, with most parents available on the weekend to accompany their kids as they learned gymnastics from one of the very best in the field. On this particular Saturday the center was closed for a private event, one that would show no profits but make Lance Tucker’s heart richer with love.

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YO, someone please take the Brooklyn 99 prompt so I can read Bucky & Rosa being best friends??? 

Or Gilmore Girls because OMG, I don’t think Steve or Bucky could possibly keep up with how fast Lorelei and Rory talk, but I bet Scott Lang could! LOL I don’t know why, I’m just convinced. I think he and Hope would fit into Stars Hollow quite nicely :) 

Unfortunately, Scott & Hope aren’t on the list of characters that can be in the fics. BUT OMG LANCE TUCKER IS, I’d KILL to see Lance Tucker in Stars Hollow!!! I feel like he’d be spun around and upside down!

Honestly, if you know of someone who takes B99 or GG challenge, please let me know cuz I’ll be SO excited to read it!

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elysian fields ✧ lance tucker & ransom drysdale

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inspired by: these asks (one, two, and three) from @rebelemilu

pairing: mob boss!lance tucker x fem!reader x mob boss!ransom drysdale

summary: when two of the most powerful men in the city decide they want you, they’ll stop at nothing to make you theirs, even if it means having to share. 

word count: 1,447

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, all porn no plot, sort of enemies to lovers?, fingering, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), daddy kink, spit-roasting, oral (m receiving) double penetration, anal, biting, degradation, 

Neither Lance Tucker nor Ransom Drysdale were the kind of man to take “no” for an answer. And why should they? They each had more power in their pinky finger than most men could even dream of having. If they wanted something, it was theirs. No questions asked. That had never been an issue before. Both men were able to get whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. But the thing about men like them, it was only a matter of time before they wanted the same thing at the same time. 

You opened a charming little bookshop in the middle of the city. You were a sweet little thing that was oh, so blissfully unaware of the raging wars between the competing mobs. No, you were all sunshine and soft sweaters and pretty sundress. You kept your nose pressed to your books, barely paying any mind when you had one or both of those mob bosses coming into your store nearly every day, dropping off little presents they were convinced you’d love and each offering to take you out for the time of your life. But every day, you’d turn both of them away, something about you not being interested in dating at the moment. 

Stupid little thing. You didn’t even realize the two men both wanted to take care of you, tuck you away in their respective bedrooms and never let you see the light of day again. To the both of them, you were theirs and they were both determined to make sure that you knew it. The issue was, when Lance and Ransom realized that they were both pursuing the same little bitch, both were ready to stake their claim then and there. But when they realized you lived right smack in the middle of their territories, right in the heavily contested grey areas, it was only made more complicated. 

For a long time, they were hellbent on trying to eliminate the competition. But when that proved to be fruitless, they realized their time could be better spent working together. If they both had their eyes on the same prize, after all, it only made sense that use everything they had to get what they wanted. For several months now, they’d been working on combining their forces, ironing out details, finding the perfect house to make your new home. And now? Now everything was fucking perfect. All they needed was their little doll in their arms.

When you were invited to some gala at the biggest manor in the city, you were confused. You’d never connected the dots between your invitation and the two men who never seemed to leave you alone. Even when a beautiful royal blue dress showed up on your doorstep with a note that read “we can’t wait to see you again, doll x”, it still never clicked.

But, when you arrived at that manor and found that you were the only one there, you knew you were in big trouble. The two men, Ransom and Lance, as you’d learned during their constant appearance at your door, stood waiting for you at the bottom of a grand staircase. One of them, Ransom, held out a hand to you, tugging you close when you placed your hand in his.

“Been waitin’ a long time for this, petal,” he said, a smirk curling across his face as he began to walk up the stairs, pulling you with him. Your head spun around to look at Lance, confused, but he offered no answers for you. No, he only followed closely behind, his eyes training your ass as Ransom brought you into the master bedroom.

Lance, as the last one in the room, shut the door to the bedroom behind the three of you. And then they descended on you like wolves, pulling you into whatever direction they so chose as Ransom shoved his tongue down your throat and Lance sucked hickeys down your neck. You groaned, one of your hands flying up to grip the back of Ransom’s head, pulling him closer.

But, just quickly as it began, it just as quickly ended, both men pulling away, leaving you completely breathless as you waited for them to make their next move. 

“Want us to fuck you?” Ransom asked, his hands slipping up your dress as he tugged down your panties. He pushed his knees between your legs, forcing them apart as his fingers disappeared in your cunt. “God, she’s already so fuckin’ wet for us.”

Lance pressed up against you from behind, his hand sneaking around your throat. The cool metal of rings felt nice against your flushed skin, you whimpering as his grip tightened. “Oh, you like that, little slut?” he taunted. “Want Daddy to fuckin’ choke you like the fuckin’ whore you are?”

“Please,” you cried.

“Please what?” He pressed his fingers against your throat even harder, and you were sure you’d be nice and bruised come morning. “Tell Daddy what you want, you fuckin’ baby.”

“Want you,” you sobbed. “Want you both inside me, please.”

“Your wish is our command,” Ransom said while Lance released his grip. Lance moved away from you, Ransom tugging the zipper on your dress down and pushing it down your hips. He palmed your bare breasts for a moment, licking his lips, before he spun you around and forced you onto your knees on the bed. “All you gotta do is ask, petal.”

“How’s she feel?” Lance asked, as Ransom pushed you face-down into the mattress, the head of his cock brushing past your slick folds. 

“Feels like I’m in the fuckin’ Elysian Fields,” Ransom groaned as he pushed his cock as far as it would go, gripping your hips even harder. “Takes my cock so fuckin’ well.” 

“That good, huh?” Lance said, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head up so you’d look at him. “Hear that, little slut? Thinks your pussy’s like heaven. Wonder if your mouth’s just as good.”

He brought his cock to your mouth, hitting your cheek with it before forcing it past your lips. You choked against him, unprepared for the intrusion, but was quick to hollow out your cheeks and bob your head back and forth, your mind becoming clouded with pleasure. He grunted as his grip on your hair tightened, his hips snapping forward as he forced you to take him even further. “Mm, I was right, princess, feels s’good,” he moaned as his warmth filled your mouth and you struggled to swallow it all. “Take everything I got princess, be a good little bitch and you’ll be well rewarded.”

Behind you, you could feel Ransom’s hips sputtering as he painted the inside of your walls. But he didn’t spot rutting against you, not until you were screaming as you came. “Move,” Lance was saying as he pulled his cock from your mouth, “wanna take her ass.”

Ransom disappeared from behind you, Lance taking his place. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he gathered your slick and dragged it up to your hole, prodding you until he determined you were ready enough to take him. Ransom was settling underneath you, pressing your face against his chest while Lance forced the head of his cock past your hole. Though weak, you tried to crawl and squirm away, but Ransom held you so tightly that you had no chance to get away. You lunged forward, your teeth clamping down on his shoulder as he pressed his cock back into your slick folds again.

“Mm, she likes this,” Lance grunted as his hand wrapped around you, his finger circling over your clit. “She was fuckin’ made for this.”

“Course she was, fits us both like a fuckin’ glove.” 

You didn’t know how long you stayed sandwiched between them, your body used for their pleasure as they chased orgasm after orgasm. You’d long since lost any awareness of what was happening, the high they were giving you the only thing on your mind. By the time they pulled out for the last time, you were thoroughly fucked up and just ready for the sweet bliss of sleep.

“Aw, look, little baby’s all sleepy now,” Lance cooed, his voice almost soft as he picked you up and pulling the comforter back before tucking you in. He and Ransom slid into bed, too, lying on either side of you, Ransom pressed against your front with Lance at your back. “Took us so well, just like we knew you would. ”

“You’re all ours now, petal,” Ransom said, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your head as you nestled in his arms. “We ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Next Door

Anon Request (from before my blog was deleted and I had to start over): the reader start to avoid Seb, bc she likes him (always had liked him) a lot of angst bc he have no idea why she’s avoiding him and the end is up to you  Warnings: none that I caught

Sebastian had always been a huge part in (Y/N)’s life and vice versa. Moving from Romania to Austria and then to the United States had left a physical toll on Sebastian as a child. Coming to the US speaking little to no English and being thrust into public school in some of the most crucial formative years of an individual’s adolescence, a chubby Romanian kid who didn’t know English very well was bound to stick out. At first he hated his new school and refused to get up most days. It wasn’t until his mother forced him to play outside with the neighbor’s kids that he started to meet people. Still self-conscious about his diction and appearance, he started to go places with the kids who lived next door. The brother was a few years older than Sebastian and the sister was a year younger. He recognized the girl immediately–she had been sitting at the same lunch table as him for about a week now and he had slowly began to realize that it was the reject table, saved specifically for outcasts and losers. He never knew why (Y/N) sat at the table; she always seemed to have friends to talk to and people who wanted to be around her and she was nice to almost everyone.

Slowly, he started to grow more comfortable with his ability to communicate in English and even gave up trying to convince his mom to let him change his name to Christopher in order to fit in better. He continued to sit at the loser’s table for a while, but at least he had (Y/N) there to keep him company. Their friendship continued to grow throughout middle school and into high school. They had survived school together, but with the next step in life came good-bye.

She never told him how much she valued their friendship or how proud she was with all he accomplished or how much she truly cared about him; instead she smiled, wished him luck and the two diverted onto their own paths in life. He went to Rutgers and she went to Princeton, he pursued theatre and she studied the classics. After a while she occasionally caught wind of his name on television and then in movies, but any real contact was lost. Figuring her childhood attraction to him was just puppy love and nothing more than a simple crush, she distracted herself with the life around her. She dove into her career, casually dated, and kept in touch with Sebastian’s mother, whom she had grown close to throughout her adolescence.

Finally, she had been given the opportunity she was waiting for: an interview for a teaching position at The New School for Drama. Her parents had moved away from New York shortly after she graduated high school, but she still considered it her home. She wanted to go back and teach kids what she loved as a kid. Somehow, Sebastian’s mother learned she was coming back into town and insisted they get together for lunch, to which (Y/N) agreed. They set a date and time for their get together and that was the last thing (Y/N) had heard from the woman.

When the day of their lunch came, she sat at a small wooden table draped with a white tablecloth beside a large, floor to ceiling window in a sparsely populated cafe. She had gotten distracted by the people walking by on the street and didn’t notice when someone sat down in the seat across from her until they spoke. “It seems my mother tricked both of us,” the voice laughed. She turned to see Sebastian all grown up in his new found fame sitting across from her with a smile on his face.

“It seems that way,” she replied with a laugh. After catching up, discussing their lives, and informing one another about their families, it was time to part ways once again.

A few days later, (Y/N) received a call from the school she interviewed with saying she had gotten the job. Within a week she was in a new apartment in a secluded building not far from her new workplace. There was just one downside to her situation: her next door neighbor.

She had lived in the building for nearly half a year before she met the person who lived on her left. In reality she should have been more suspicious when Georgeta offered to help her search for apartments, but she didn’t expect the woman to lead her to being her son’s next door neighbor! Sebastian hadn’t been home in months due to filming in Atlanta, but when he returned home to see the quirky homemade decorative wreath (Y/N)’s grandmother made for her hanging on the door beside his, he was shocked. After dropping his luggage in his bedroom he quickly threw on a clean t-shirt and went to introduce himself to his new neighbor.

Sebastian and (Y/N) had gotten used to living next door to one another again and began to get comfortable in their current situation–sometimes too comfortable. They had keys to the other’s apartment mostly for the convenience of (Y/N) watching his place while he was gone for months at a time filming, but also just in case of emergencies. She didn’t lock her door much when she was home and Sebastian would frequently walk over and drop in when he heard her tv on or after she texted him to come over. The fluidity of their presence in one another’s apartment became so common for them, they failed to realize the many boundaries they crossed.

It wasn’t until (Y/N) invited one of her girl-friends over for dinner and a movie that the awkwardness of what she and Sebastian had was brought to her attention. She and her friend, Sadie, were dressed in their night clothes; she wore a large baseball style shirt that hung just below her butt and a pair of short nylon shorts, barely visible under the shirt, and Sadie had on a tank top and a pair of pajama pants. (Y/N) was standing in the kitchen pouring her friend, a glass of wine when the door clicked open and in walked Sebastian. “Hey frumoasa,” he greeted with the pet name he had given her shortly after they met. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had company,” he apologized and waved to Sadie as he slipped behind (Y/N), allowing one of his hands to trail her waist as she continued to pour the drink. “I forgot my phone charger here last night,” he explained while unhooking the cord from the wall plug beside her stove and then stepping out from behind her and gave her a quick hug from behind. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Of course,” she replied and set down the bottle and glass to grab the door on his way out.

“Good, see you then, frumoasa,” he called out to her before ducking back out into the hallway and the door clicked shut behind him. (Y/N) turned back to her friend who stared at her in utter confusion.

“Okay, what the hell just happened?” Sadie quickly asked. 

“What do you mean?”

“When did you plan on telling me you were sleeping with Sebastian Stan?” Sadie gasped.

“What the hell?” she gasped. “No! I’ve known Sebastian since we were like thirteen or so! We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” she scolded. “The casual dropping in, leaving something at your place as an excuse to come back, the subtle hinting at whatever things ensued between the two of you last night, grasping you by the waist, that’s not ‘just friend’ material.”

“You’re reading into things again, Sadie,” (Y/N) shrugged off her friend’s opinion. “What did we say about that?”

“Oh please,” she huffed, “Crayola doesn’t even make the shade of red your face turned when his fingers grasped your side.”

“Seriously, Sadie, shut up,” she hissed, “the walls are thin. He’ll hear you.” The two hurried into the master bedroom where (Y/N) poured half a glass of wine down her gullet. “Okay so maybe I have an itty, bitty, tiny crush on him,” she admitted.

“That’s adorable,” Sadie cooed. “For how long?”

“Twenty years,” she replied, to which Sadie legit sent a spray of white wine into the air and watched it dissipate as if fluttered toward the ground. “I’m lame, I get that, but I didn’t think I was spit-take-worthy-lame.”

“You’ve had the hots for this guy for twenty years and haven’t told him?” she gasped again. The rest of the night continued along the same lines to the point that (Y/N) decided changes needed to be made. She couldn’t go on pretending like the geographical and emotional closeness she had with Sebastian wasn’t as important as it was. Since that dorky Romanian kid showed up in her class, she had gone out of her way to make sure he felt welcomed. She was the new kid at one point in her life too and no one made her feel included, so when Sebastian arrived not knowing anyone and barely knowing English, she wanted to make him feel as though he had someone to call a friend. She abandoned her friends to sit at the outcast table with him, she told her mom about the new boy in her class that no one would talk to and that she wanted to make him feel better, and she was excited to know that the shy new kid was the boy who had just moved in next to her.

All those years of proximity had lead to a sense of comfort and ease around Sebastian so much to the point that when she’s with him, she forgets that she’s not actually with him. As much as she hated to admit it, things had to change. She started locking her door during the day and would only watch tv on low volumes. She’d turn right when leaving her place so she wouldn’t have to pass Sebastian’s apartment and she would time her departure and arrival home with the times she knew he would be out of his apartment. Anything she could do to avoid seeing him, she did, no matter how ridiculous.

At first Sebastian just thought she had gotten busy or taken on a heavier workload, then he started to get concerned. Was she sick? Had he done something to upset her? He had known her well enough to understand that occasionally she just needed her space, but two and a half months of radio silence was excessive, even for her. He was scheduled to return to Atlanta for more filming in less than a month and he didn’t want to leave the city without explaining to her that he would be gone for a while, incase she decided to come around again.

Stan: Hey frumoasa, is everything okay? (sent 3:42 pm)

Stan: I wanted to get together again before I go back to Atlanta (sent 4:01 pm)

Stan: Are you home? Do you want to come over? (sent 4:17 pm)

Stan: Text me something so I know you’re okay (sent 4:25 pm)

Stan: You’re starting to scare me (Y/N) (sent 4:33 pm)

Stan: That’s it, I’m coming over (sent 4:37 pm)

Stan: Your door is locked and I can’t find my key to your place (sent 4:39 pm)

Stan: Please let me in (sent 4:40 pm)

Her phone was going off every other minute with messages from Sebastian, but the only way to get him out of her system was to purge him, so she turned her phone on silent and left it on the coffee table in the living room. She heard a frantic pounding on her door and knew it had to be him. She shifted under the covers in her bed and almost got up to open the door given how rushed and panicked he sounded, but relaxed when he finally stopped. She tried to lay down and rest her mind by reading in the sun’s setting light when a rapid tapping noise sounded from her bedroom window.

She jumped and tossed her book as she ran to inspect the source of the noise. Just outside her window on the rickety, rusted fire-escape sat the man she was doing everything to keep her mind off of. He sighed heavily at the sight of her and pushed his long, floppy hair to the right.

“What are you doing?” she chastised him as he adjusted his crouched position on the fire-escape.

“I had to make sure you were okay,” he stated. “I’ve been trying to contact you for weeks, (Y/N). What the hell?!”

“I just got busy,” she lied. “And you couldn’t just text me that you were busy?” he snapped as he gripped the railing so tightly his fingers started to ache.

“It must have slipped my mind,” she lied again.

“Slipped your mind?” he stammered. “We were hanging out every day for months and then all of a sudden, nothing. You could have at least said ‘hi’ every now and then!”

“Hi!” she shouted through a mix of frustration and sorrow, not sure if she was fighting back tears or fighting back cursing.

“Great! It’s nice to know that if I want to see my best friend I have to risk my life on this damn thing to get a simple ‘hello,’” he grumbled. “Can I at least come inside? You know I hate heights!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“Okay, what’s gotten into you?” he snapped. “First you were all excited to be living net to me and now it’s like you’re trying to get as far away from me as possible! What did I do?” She could see the glare of the sun’s rays reflect off his eyes and she realized keeping her distance from him would be impossible.

“We just got too close.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked again, his voice starting to exhibit agitation at their conversation and anxiety for being perched on the fire-escape like a wounded bird. “Can I please just come in?” Reluctantly she slid the window open further and backed away, resting again on her bed. “Thank you,” he replied with a sassy tone before closing the window and turning to face her. “What do you mean we got too close?” he asked as he leaned into the office chair she had poking out from under her desk.

“We were too familiar with one another and too open with well everything and too be honest, I don’t want to open myself up to you only to face rejection.”

“What do you mean rejection?” he asked, refusing to take his eyes off of her. “I like you a lot, Sebastian,” she said. Her voice escaped her lips sounding weak and timid, like she had a knot in her throat and was fighting to keep her true emotions back which caused her words to come out squeaky and fragile. “I like how close and familiar we got with one another, but I want that to be real. I want a relationship and I don’t want our closeness to be jeopardized when you find someone taller or prettier or better to be with.”

Sebastian migrated to the bed, took her hands in his and pulled her chin up so that his eyes could meet hers. A smile curled onto his face as he crouched beside her so close he could count the freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose. “ Hey,” he called as she tried to turn her eyes away from him. “ Hey, (Y/N), look at me.” His smile pierced her heart and a tear started to stream down her cheek. “Do you know what frumoasa means?” he asked her. She shook her head and wiped away another tear that swelled in the corner of her eye. “I started calling you frumoasa because I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I keep calling you frumoasa because you continue to be the most beautiful person in my life. Please don’t shut me out, beautiful.” She extended her arms and wrapped them around his neck as his slithered around her hips and pressed her tightly against his body. “If you want me to be yours, then I’m yours, sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” she giggled through the light streaks of tears that flushed over her face. Sebastian rolled his eyes at her and grumbled at her wordplay.

“Just for that terrible joke,” he muttered as he kicked off his shoes and then flopped into her bed, “I decided I’m going to stay here tonight.”

“But this is my bed,” she protested with a fake pout on her lips.

“But I’m too lazy to walk all the way home,” he sighed in exaggeration while pulling her down to lay beside him.

“You’re too laze to go next door?” she laughed and curled up beside Sebastian as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Yep. I may never go next door again.”