#Lance Tucker fanfiction

[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 '𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲' 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

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𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

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𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜

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[georgiapeach30513]

Rumplestiltskin, Epilogue

Summary:  ...a few years later

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Walter X Chase Collins, Lance Tucker X Branwen Barber

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, sad!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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“Walter, how long has it been?” Andy tiredly asks the horse as they wander around the forest. Every day. All day. Nothing ever changes and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any closer. The forest seemed oddly bigger than he recalled.

“It feels as if it’s been hundreds of years with you,” the horse deadpans, and stops abruptly in the woods. Andy lets out an annoyed groan, “He’s coming,” Walter whispers. The horse backs the two of them up, while he and Andy wait with bated breath for Chase to make his monthly visit.

Chase dramatically lands in a crouch, and stands up slowly looking at Andy, “Care to guess?”

“Go over your rules again, trickster.”

“I don’t get anything past you anymore, old man. Should you give me my brother’s name that he told your precious queen, you get your family back. Should you give me his birth name, this all becomes a dream, and you have your baby back in your arms..”

“And I walk around on two legs again,” Walter blows out a puff of air, letting his hoof pound the ground.

“Yes, of course. How long has it been Andy? Your daughter won’t even remember you, would she?” Andy’s nostrils flare as he glares at the faerie. “Oh, that’s right, ten years. No doubt you’ve heard the rumblings in the forest.”

“You sack of shit! You’ve cursed the entire forest for what reason? So your baby brother could have a fantasy with my wife and child. They’ll never belong to him.”

“Hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I thrive and feed off of chaos. Your mistake has made these woods even more interesting. Had you had kept that tree standing, there never would have been the green apples. You did that Andy. Now you rush to the edge of the forest and hope some maiden won’t enter. They always do. The creatures in these woods are too enticing. Prey on the world outside without lifting a finger. Their very essence beckons those weak women in,” Chase throws his head back with a maniacal laugh. His eyes now as black as the feathers on his back and the heart in his chest.

“Bernard.”

“Wrong.”

“Steven.”

“Very wrong.”

“Theodore.”

“Oh, not close at all. Two more guesses, and I’ll see you in a month.”

Walter snorts, wiggling his back. Andy didn’t know any direction to go with these names. Didn’t have a clue what to say. It was always wrong. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

“Azriel.”

“One more guess, King Andrew.”

“Lancelot.”

Chase’s eye twitches for half a second, but then that devil turns his mouth up into an evil grin. “I’ll see you in a month.”

“Ahh!” Andy screams, letting his head collapse on Walter’s neck. “Keep going.”

“Andy, maybe it’s time…”

“Keep going. You’re under this curse until she gets her happily ever after. This is her fate and it was always destined to happen this way, which is why you’re still a horse,” a raven caws in this distance, and Walter backs up a moment.

Looking where the bird had come from, but it was already gone, and he was definitely dreaming.

Lance stands over your body, using a cloth to clean you. A new fresh vase of roses beside your bed. His thumb traces over the features on your face, and he wonders if this was even worth it. He had you, but only in part. You were just a memory now. And he’d forgotten the sound of your voice. Or the way you never hesitated to touch him or show him kindness.

A black raven lands on the window, trying to get Lance’s attention, and he looks over at her, “Come on, princess. Come see your mother,” a ten-year-old Branwen transforms back into a little girl, and she straightens out her dress, walking over to you.

She was getting so big. Changing nearly daily. She gets next to you and leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, before sitting on the bed beside you, “Have you drank your apple juice today,” she turns and scowls at Lance, and he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let me see your eyes,” with a quick caress on your hand, she goes to sit in his lap, while he examines her golden eyes, “Still the same.”

“Why do you make me drink that juice everyday?”

“Because, princess. The apple is what gives you your power. I’m afraid that should you eat the golden apple, you’d…”

“Be like you and Chase?” Lance nods his head, but his eyes move back over to you. “I saw him today,” she grimaces as she looks up at him, “I’m sorry. He was guessing.”

“I told you to avoid that man,” he looks back at her. His eyes flit around her face as he tries to figure out what she knows.

“Chase went to him first. He wanted to know your name. What’s he looking for,” Lance holds up his hand pointing at you, “Why does he want my mother? Can he fix her?”

“No, let’s not worry about that.”

“But I want her, Papa. It’s not fair that I don’t have her awake. What can we do to wake her?”

“Only one thing, my beautiful little raven,” Branwen sighs, assuming that Lance will never tell her, “True love’s kiss.”

“Then it’s my dad?”

“I suppose.”

“So I need to find him. And he can wake her up, and we can live happily ever after?” She smiles up at Lance. Her cheeks dent in with her dimples. “What does he look like?”

“We shouldn’t worry about that. Should your dad want to find your mom, here she is. And if you, her, and your father live happily ever after, where does that leave me? Have I not been good to you? I make sure you have time with her.”

“It’s not the same. That��that child in the forest. She has seven dads. Why can’t I find mine? Would one of them be mine? Can I ask them? Papa, I want my mama,” she pouts up at him while her eyes fill with tears. “It isn’t fair. Princess Orla has all these dads and her mom, and I have neither. And she said her mother is having another.”

“Am I not enough?” She shakes her head, before laying down on Lance’s chest. Her fingers wipe away the tears that just won’t stop, and Lance has to look up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t fair what he was doing. But he couldn’t lose his little raven. The thought of showing up at the tower with you gone, just didn’t feel right. So instead he fights the need to reunite your family. “Orla said her father is Beck. He’s a doctor. Can I bring him here to my mother? Maybe there’s another way.”

“Shh, you need rest. You’ve been flying all over the forest, and you're such a small Raven. But a beautiful and fierce one, my darling Branwen. Go to sleep, child. We’ll go home in the morning.”

Branwen doesn’t want to close her eyes, but when Lance starts singing to her softly, her eyes become heavier, before she drifts asleep on his heart. He looks down at his wings at the bottom feathers turn white, “I won’t give her back,” he says to himself, as the white feathers drift to the floor.

“I can’t. She makes me feel normal again,” he knows this back and forth game he was playing with his soul couldn’t be good. Gain his humanity back, only for him to prove he was in fact a cruel faerie. But he had raised Branwen. She was his daughter now. And Andy could search the forest for a hundred years, and he would never give you back. You and her belonged to him.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

What if...in Looking For Fun, Lance was the escort. A specifically hired escort to spice up your boredom and lacklustre sex life. Just a thot 🥲

Thanks Lau!

Looking for Fun AU

CW: Cheating, Sexual content

You hated accompanying Alexander to these functions, but as wife number 3, you knew you had to put on your fake smile and play your part as the pretty trophy you knew you were.

Your only reprieve were the chats with the other wives (and the illicit girlfriends you all pretended not to know about) in the washroom and at the bar.

Excusing yourself from Alexander's moist octopus grip, on the pretext of getting a drink, you retreated to the marble refuge.

Entering the washroom, you could feel the electricity in the air. Your friend Kayla pulled you to the side immediately.

"We did it." She exclaimed. "The plan came together. Here's the room key. You're expected in 5 mins."

The metal was cold in your palm. You expected to be more nervous about this than you were. You were about to cheat on your husband. But you knew he wasn't faithful, far from it. You'd been his mistress before you were his wife...and let's face it, if the old man could get it up any more it was a miracle. He preferred to watch you pleasure yourself and then cum into his hand. Which was fine by you.

You slipped down the corridor from the washrooms and got into the elevator, tapping your foot as it whisked you upwards.

A few steps down from the sliding doors was the room that matched your key. You slotted the tooth-edged metal into the lock and walked in.

His name was Lance, tall, lean and athletic and he greeted you with a cocky smile. He was wearing a suit, but had the tie and top shirt button undone, and held two chrystal tumblers of whisky. He offered one, which you gladly accepted.

He sensed your nervousness, and led to slowly by the hand over to the side of the bed. You perched next to him and sipped your whisky. Lance did the same, but without taking his eyes of you. When his tongue snuck out to trap an errant drop your thought you'd pass out.

Glasses empty, he removed it from your grip and placed both down on the side table. Cupping your face he took your lips in a bruising kiss. All your retiscence disappeared, and your fingers flew to his hair, returning his kiss with fevour.

The next half hour was a blur of feral coupling, Lance bending you into positions you didn't think you could ever manage again. And the man had stamina. He gave you two orgasms with his fingers and mouth before he even slid his cock into you.

And his dirty talk - full of filthy, degrading praise. Telling you how well you were taking it, what a gorgeous, needy slut you were for him. He made you cum on his cock over and over before he finally emptied himself into the condom.

He grinned at you as you both got your breath back, laying on the bed, covered in sweat and chests heaving.

You were surprised when he helped you wash up, although maybe it was part of the service. He made sure that your make-up, dress and hair were all pristine as well.

You fished out a bundle of notes from your purse and smiled when he passed you his card in return.

Re-entering the function room, you ordered two drinks from the bar before returning to Alexander's side.

"Hey , Daddy. Sorry I was so long. I got chatting and lost track of time. Here's your drink." You passed him the tumbler, and he drew you to his side.

"No problem, Sugar. As long as you were having a good time."

"Oh, I had lots of fun."

[aorifukuzawa]

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The Price of Gold - Masterlist

A Lance Tucker x Reader Series

Amazing banner by the wonderful @baezen Thank you Steph ❤️

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.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of real life gymnastics sex abuse scandal

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12* | Part 13* | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Epilogue

smut indicated by * - NSFW / 18+ Only

Note: This was written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction  Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge 

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-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

Requests are open! -> Chris E and Sebastian S characters

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ A Steve Rogers -Formula One AU

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Formula One

It's the top of the top, best of the best, most intense racing in the world.  There are only 20 drivers at a time that can race. 10 teams that get sponsored. Twenty-three tracks around the world to test the skills of these drivers and crown one champion.

No woman has ever won a race.

And Liv is given a chance to prove them wrong.

After Bucky Barnes, a driver for Red Bull, is injured at Bahrain, Olivia Williams has the chance of a lifetime: be one of six female Formula One drivers in the history of the sport.  Liv has been racing since she was 5 and she takes the opportunity to become one of the elite 20 drivers in the world.  Bucky sees her potential.  His racing partner does not.

Steve Rogers is the number 2 driver in the world behind his chief rival, Ransom Drysdale. He thought this would be his year, racing with his best friend Bucky and taking on rival Mercedes. Until Bucky is hurt during the first race of the year.  They are bringing in a rookie to complete the team.  And Steve is not happy.  Because a woman has never succeeded in this sport, and he sure isn't going to let the beautiful and tenacious Olivia bring his year down.

Now, he has one year, 23 races, two rivals and one attraction that could make or break his chances at the championship.  They just need to follow team orders.  But will they be able to when they take a chance at following their own hearts?

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! Smut (eventually), car crashes, death, degrading speeches, a mean Steve Rogers, an even meaner Ransom Drysdale, fluff

Chapters:

Bahrain

Saudia Arabia

Australia

Emilia Romagna

Miami

Monaco

Montreal

Silverstone

Austria

France

Series Break

Spa-Francorchamps

Netherlands

Monza

Sochi

Singapore

Austin

Mexico City

Las Vegas

Sao Paolo

Sao Paolo - Part 2

Abu Dhabi

Epilogue

One Shot: He's a Yankee Doodle Sweetheart; but She's his Yankee Doddle Girl

Cast

Olivia Williams (Gal Gadot) – rookie driver for Red Bull, youngest daughter of racing legend David Williams

Steve Rogers - veteran driver for Red Bull

James "Bucky" Barnes – veteran driver for Red Bull, injured in first race and becomes Olivia's crew chief

Andy Barber – team principal Red Bull

Ransom Drysdale – principal driver, Mercedes, Olivia's former boyfriend

Lance Tucker – second driver, Mercedes

Lloyd Hansen – owner, Mercedes

Sam Wilson – Steve's crew chief and other best friend

Frank Adler – Olivia's best friend and mechanic- team Red Bull

Johnny Storm – shameless flirt – driver – team Ferrari

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[theinheriteddutchess]

Dirty fucker at it again. So wrong but what a read...I hate this smug handsome asshole

Stretch (Lance Tucker x Reader oneshot)

Warnings: general creepiness/manipulative behavior (guys, it’s Lance lmao), unprotected sex, age gap (but the reader is 18 here!)

I’ll go ahead and tag @hnryycvll​ she’s the only one I know who is even mildly interested in this lmao

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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summary - being the obsession of six men isn’t so bad.

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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!!!)

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“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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[georgiapeach30513]

What if Lance was actually able to take the baby with him. Was it easy raising her? Would he have taken Aurelia too?

Please keep in mind that in order for Lance to be able to take the baby with him, baby would have to be Ransom’s….

Aurelia also made the comment if it was Ransom’s baby, she wouldn’t want it

Ransom closes the door to your room, wiping his hands around his mouth with a smirk as he starts to strut down the hall, his image glitching for a split second.  Only stopping when Andy meets him in the hall, and pushes him at his chest, “Where’s your minions?” Andy demands, but his eyes drift down to your doorway.

Bring Lightness Back

Summary: what if Lance took the baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings:  implied non con, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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“You wouldn’t have wanted my minions with me for this business,” Ransom gives him a smirk, cocking up an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

“She is to become my future wife, Andrew.  I had to test it out,” growling, Andy shoves his brother up against the wall, and Ransom leans in closer to him.  “You can’t smell her?  I get now why you wanted to keep her from me.  Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.  She may look innocent but the way she rode my dick,” he chuckles when Andy smacks him across the face.  “Oh, have you not wondered why she’s been so tired lately?  Let me go,” Ransom pushes Andy off him before he continues his journey back, leaving Andy confused.

He runs his finger and thumb over his beard thinking for a moment.  Ransom was talking as if you were complicit in everything.  With a sigh he heads to your bedroom, seeing you tucked in bed asleep, but when the door closes you look up at him, “I thought you had work to do?”

“What?”

“We…did you come back for more?” You ask sitting up, letting the blanket drop from your chest.  They looked fuller since the last time he saw you.  He had too much business to attend to with his father, plus finding out more information on you, and it had kept him from you for far too long.  “You got a little rough, Andy.  Maybe something sweeter this time?” 

“Aurelia,” Andy pouts, his lip trembling.  “Baby,” he didn’t know if maybe it was best not to say anything.  You were naive in not realizing that it was in fact Ransom disguised as himself.  He didn’t know how his brother was doing it.  But he would be doing you a disservice if you knew.

“Let’s just take a nap.”

“Good, Andy, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” you smile, rubbing your hand over your stomach, “I’m with child.”

Stepping closer to you, Andy embraces you in his warm and gentle arms.  Kissing over your face.  “Take your clothes off, and let’s sleep,” you giggle, crawling back into the bed.  

——

You stare down at your giggling boy, your sweet little Alfred reaches his hands up towards you, and you give him a quick boop to his nose.  His mouth opens in wonder, and you look out of his bedroom window.  Thankful that he was Andy’s and Lance couldn’t take him from you.

“Mommy’s sweet boy, huh?” He squeals, those chubby cheeks jiggling in glee, and when you lean down to kiss him, he grabs at your ears to give you his own messy, drooling kiss.  He better be glad he was a sweet little thing, and looked like his father.  

You had noticed the feathers from Lance, so knew that he was visiting your son.  You often wondered what Lance would think of him.  Would he care about him the way that you did?  What did Lance plan on doing with your child anyways?  

Hearing a soft pound, you look up at your long lost friend, but don’t make a comment to him.  “I’ve come to collect the baby.”

“You can’t,” you say with utmost certainty, and when he reaches towards your son, you jerk away from him.  “He is my son!” 

“And we had a deal.”

“Exactly,” you chuckle, starting to walk around Lance.  Circling him as if he was your prey, and Lance laughs at the fact that you think you had him.  “Our deal was my first born child with Ransom.  Alfie is of Andy’s blood,” Lance tilts his head to the side, trying to reach out again.  “He’s not yours!”

Raising his hand above Alfred’s head, your little boy giggles, holding his hands up in anticipation.  Lance wiggles his fingers and golden sparkles fall down.  Alfred tries catching them, sneezing in the process, “He’s not Andy’s.”

“Yes, he is!  This is mine and…”

“He’s not,” he reaches towards him, trying to take him from you, touching on his skin, “If he was Andy’s, he would be protected from me trying to take him.  This is Ransom’s son.”

“No.  I never…I never laid down with Ransom.  I’ve only been with Andy.  You’re lying!” Another demon appears, and you walk backwards out of the room.  “Lance, what did you bring to me?”

“Give him the baby,” you shake your head no, holding onto Alfred tighter.  “Lance wasn’t the only one making deals,” twisting his hand back, he looks at his nails, feigning disinterest.  “Ransom made a few with me.  On more than one occasion it was to look like Andy.  Guess he wanted to feel that heat between your legs, considering your unfaithful ass is to be married to him.  That is Ransom’s son.”

“You’re lying!” 

“Lance, I’m tired of these games.  Take the baby,” he flies off, leaving you to beg and plead to Lance.  Sobbing how everyone was lying, and you didn’t want to lose your son.  Andy’s son.  He always treated Alfred like his own.  Held him while you slept.  

“Lance, don’t.  He’s mine and…”

“He’s Ransom’s.  Give me what you offered,” you shake your head no, screaming when he takes the baby from you anyways.  “I’m sorry, but this is the deal.  Your debt has been paid,” you see a bit of golden shine surround your baby's fingers as he screams up at Lance.  

“Lance, don’t!  He’s mine!  I carried him in my belly.  I pushed him out of my body.  You saw!  He’s mine please, don’t!” You scream as Lance flies out of your window, and you sink to the floor.  He took him.  Alfred was born of Ransom, but also of magic.  

Your eyes darken as you look out the window, and rise up off the floor.  Fists clenched by your side, you didn’t care that he was born of Ransom.  He was yours.

“What is he doing?” Lance asks as Alfred shakes his hand, that same golden glow surrounding his hands.  “Chase?”

“He’s a fucking halfbreed.”

“What?”

“Aurelia was born of magic.  Ransom had a spell on him, and every part of his body, including his cum.  Now we have this fucking mutt.  Not quite human and not quite fae,” Alfred screams with such a high pitch that Chase covers his ears.  “Halfbreed!”

“Mama!” He wails, making grabby hands towards the window, “Dada!” 

“You don’t even know who your father is, you twit!”

“Dada!” The glow surrounding his hands gets larger, and Lance places him down on the floor.  “Dada!”

“You are a mutt!”

“Dada!” 

“I should take him back, right?” Chase shouts no, looking at his brother, but Alfred was crawling steadily towards Chase.  Still growling out Dada as he moves closer to him.

“Get it away!”

“Dada!”

“Maybe you should quit taunting him, and admit that Andy is his father.”

“Ransom is that thing’s father.”

“Dada!” He sits up, shaking his fists, as the glow surrounds his body.  “My Dada!” He screams out as his glow bursts all around him.

“Andy!” You shout, looking towards the distance.  An odd golden glow shines around an area.  “That’s him.  That’s our baby.  He…I told you his hands were doing something weird.  That’s him.”

“Let’s go,” Andy pulls on Walter’s reins leading him to wherever the glow was coming from and the closer you get the more you hear your distressed son, but also Lance.

“I know,” he coos down at Alfred, his burst of golden whatever making it impossible for him to calm down.  “You did good though, look at Chase.  He’s out cold.”

“Dada!” The baby cries, his mouth in a permanent frown.  “My Dada!”

“When you calm down, I will take you back.  Your mom’s debt has been paid.  I took you, now I can return you.”

“Give her the baby,” Andy growls as he walks through the hideout’s entrance.  You walk closer to Lance, but he doesn’t resist.  Even smiles up at you.

“Dadadadadadadada!  My dada,” your baby claps his hands looking at Andy.  “My dada!” 

“Yes, darling,” you gleefully tell him, as Lance freely hands him over.  “That is your daddy.”

Lance gives Andy a deep bow, before kneeling down completely, “I pledge fealty to you, the one and true king of Palmona.  A debt has been paid, and the King’s illness has completely taken over.  Kind King Andrew, you will not reach him before he passes.  And you must know, your son, he’s extraordinary.”

“What are you talking about?” Andy demands to know, lowering his sword.

“Never trust faeries, My Lord.  Never make bargains with faeries.  You have been the only one in the castle that did not.  You are the true king.”

“You won’t hurt my wife and son?” Lance shakes his head no, but points over to Chase.  “I should kill him?”

“No, he’s slowly dying himself.  Becoming corrupt.  His heart, and veins are blackened as much as his soul.  He feeds off chaos, and he’s growing famished from the lack of chaos.  If you kill me, he lives.  If we join together, his death is inevitable.  Ransom has been keeping him fed and fat with chaos,” you give Lance a quick shake of your head.  You didn’t want Andy to think anything less of your precious baby.  He was Alfred’s father.

“Fine,” Andy completely sheaths his sword.  I don’t want to kill fae.  You are to be the guard for my son and wife.  And Together, we will bring lightness back to Palmona.”

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Don't mind me.

Just sitting here thinking about stepbrother Lance making me sit on his face with my panties stuffed in my mouth so as not to wake anybody.

"Quiet, now. Wouldn't want your Mom to hear what a filthy little slut you are, would we?"

I'll see myself out. Love you 💕

Don’t Wake The Parents

Characters: Stepbrother!Lance Tucker x Stepsister!Reader.

Words: 212.

Warnings: stepcest, stepbrother/stepsister relationship, explicit sexual content, panties as a makeshift gag, face sitting, oral sex (female receiving), 18+.

A/N: This is what you wanted right, Lau? ❤️ Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine.

Your jaw aches from biting down on the damp cotton and your fingers are cramping from holding onto his hair so tight, but in this moment, you don’t care. It’s a small price to pay when you’ve got Lance right where you want him. And even though you should be the one in control— you’ve made a throne for yourself on the man’s face after all, he’s still the one calling the shots.

Icy crystalline stares up at you from between your clamped thighs as you run your pussy lips back and forth over his tongue. His cheeks glisten beneath the twinkling of the fairy lights above your bed and every now and again, you catch him smirking against your clit when you let out a litany of muffled moans.

Lance moans against your clit, sucking it between his lips and you whimper again, eyes rolling towards the ceiling as you grind your hips harder against his face.

He catches you a little off guard when he works his tongue inside your opening. You cry out around cotton which earns you a light spank to your rear and Lance’s condescending tut as he pulls away.

“Quiet princess, wouldn’t want your Mom to catch ya riding your big brother’s face now, would we?”

***

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[rogerswifesblog]

1 K followers!

Since we surprisingly got the 1k followers I decided for a special to celebrate it: a bingo writing challenge!

I’m still not sure how it works but I hope I’ll do it right!👀🤣

Update: look closely at the card, something changed, there’s a little surprise at the bottom 👀

How does it work?

Choose what you want and send it into my inbox!:) that’s all! And I’ll write a little thoot/Drabble!:3 [ you can add whatever you want; character [ C.E and S.S CHARACTERS], one or more points, a little plot, some other details you’d like to see and and and… just whatever you want!:) anons are welcome:)]

There are some rules and I hope you’d follow them; follow me:) be active and enjoy my writing! [As you can see there are no strict rules that need to be followed!☺️]

You can find everything under the tag “1 k followers special”

For now I don’t have a time limit, but i think I’ll leave it up for a while:)

Give the lovely @jamneuromain some love who helped me with…actually pretty much everything in the past few months, also with this bingo!

Don’t be shy! Come up with some ideas and have fun! Flood my inbox<3

And once again a big, big thank you for all this!

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thanks for sharing 😁

Non Marvel One-shots - SS Characters

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Nick: Ice Sculpture 🩸

Nick Fowler x Spoiled Reader for my 500 follower celebration

Looking for fun 🍆

A Lance Tucker x Escort Reader one shot for the Aphrodite's Manor Challenge

Things that go bump in the night 😭🍆🌑🩸

Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood and Nick Fowler x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 14)

Give you hell 🍆

Lance Tucker x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 17)

Looking for fun What if… AU 🍆

Escort Lance Tucker x Bored Trophy Wife reader

Satin and Lace for my lover 🌶

Nick Fowler x Bratty Sugar Baby reader - for my 1k Follower Celebration

Kiss it better 😭🍆🩸

Nick Fowler x Private Contractor Fem!Reader - for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

[littlelioncub43]

Hi!🧸I saw your recent post about a boxer going feral after a match and was thinking of Lance Tucker 🫣If you’re okay with it I was wondering if you could write something with the concept. Thank you for putting so much effort into your blog, and sorry to bother you! Have a good day 🫶🏻

*gasp* Lance, you say??? I haven't written about that bratty puppy in sooooo long 🥺 this was a good thot, I had to drabble it 😄 and you were so polite when asking, I really couldn't say no💖🫂

I still hate him 🥰 NSFW below the cut.

"This was all I could fucking think about," Lance growls in your ear between savage grunts, "every fucking day, I'd wake up hard as a fucking rock knowing that I couldn't have you, couldn't touch you, couldn't taste you— fuck it nearly drove me crazy, baby."

You try to form a response but all the comes out of your mouth is a cry of what is supposed to be Lance's name. He groans with you, your pussy was suffocating him. Plush, hot walls of your tender flesh surrounding his cock— fucking hell he was going to cum.

He bites his lip and tightens his grip on you, the crushing hold was firm enough to make your bones ache. You feel his sweaty chest heave against your equally sweaty back as he takes you from behind. His pace changing ever so slightly as he loses all semblance of technique.

When you scream for him this time, it's followed by the delicious unfolding of your high. Your pussy flutters around him crazily, a rush of your sweet juice coating his balls as they clap against your flesh. The sounds of your animalistic fucking would make the devil blush; wet smacks of your skin meeting, the squeaking of the mattress beneath you, the headboard slamming harshly into the wall in perfect time with Lance's punishing thrusts.

Oh, the noises coming out of the two of you. Deep grunts, growls, and groans pour freely from Lance's smirking lips, they were harmonized perfectly by your screams and moans. Words were lost on you both as you indulged in the carnal joys of your relationship.

3 months he'd been training for the fight against Sam "The Falcon" Wilson. For 3 months he couldn't touch you, hell, he wasn't even allowed to kiss you. So the moment he won, Lance was stalking towards you, throwing you over his shoulder and driving you both back to his apartment.

The telltale signs of his high were amplified by the waiting. He earned this, he deserved this. And by God he was going to have it. His back archd deeply as he got closer and closer, his face changing from the pinched, painful wince to a euphoric blissed out gasp. A loud groan belows out from deep in his chest as he plants himself as deep inside you as humanly possible. His hips twitch as he milks himself into your waiting cunt, you cant help but moan at the feeling. With each rope that pours into you, he trembles and whimpers loudly in your ear. It sends shivers up your spine.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, Lance relaxes with a sigh, his muscles slowly unwinding. He collapses on top of you, not bothering to pull out, both of you lying on your stomachs. You both gasp for breath, collecting your thoughts in silence as your souls return to your body. Lance buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply, groaning softly at the smell of your shampoo.

"Fuck, I missed you," he whispers under his breath. He's always soft after intense moments like that, but you also know he's not done with you. You moan his name when he begins to rut into you again, slower this time but still intense. "Won that match for you, Princess," he whispers again, pressing a smoldering kiss to your shoulder, "now, let me collect my prize."

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[nocturne-pisces]

I didn't see him on your masterlist, but a dark!Lance tucker 👀👀👀

mmmmmmm, bestie i’ve been waiting for someone to throw this in my inbox.

Dark!Lance Tucker x Reader

You gulped in a breath, the edges of your vision returning with your intake of the oxygen you were deprived of.

“If you want gold, you’re gonna have to have more endurance than that, bronze.” Lance held you upright by your hair, his sharp jawline set as his gaze is cast down at you. “I expected better.”

You’d done a full into a step out and it ended sloppy, dropping you from gold to silver, and then an exposed bra strap had dropped you to bronze. They were stupid mistakes, things you’d trained out of yourself- but you woke up this morning feeling off and it had snowballed.

Lance’s blue track pants are pushed down just enough for his saliva slick cock to bob in your face, his office door locked and the blinds dropped. “You’re the best one on the team. You’re the one the other college girls look up to, and this is the example you set for them?”

Your chest still heaving, you try to interject. “Coach, please, it was just a bad day, I-“ Before you can finish your sentence he shoves himself past your lips, tutting above you as you retch. “Olympic Gold Medalists don’t have bad days,” he replies, wrapping his fist around your ponytail to push you further down his length.

“You’re lucky this mouth of yours is so fucking hot, or I’d send you packing back to whatever buttfuck hick town you came from.” He pushes against your head harder, the crown of his cock pressing against the entrance to your esophagus. “But you suck dick like a champ, so I’ll give you another shot.”

He lets go of your hair and you pull back to heave in breath, looking up at him. Lance sneers down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva across your face making your mascara trail black. He uses the same fingers to trace black against the tattoo on his pelvis. “You show me you can work for the gold, and I’ll let you go back out and practice your routine.”

He doesn’t have to tell you what he means, you already know. You take one last steadying breath before you flatten your tongue and take him down again. You push against the resistance harder and harder until a pop in the back of your throat makes you sputter your victory around him. Your nose brushes against the gold medal tattooed in his skin and his hand comes back down to the back of your head to keep you in place. “See? I knew you could do it, bronze. Just a little determination and some hard work.”

He swipes tears off your cheeks, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste them before thrusting into your throat. “Mmm, victory never tasted so sweet.”