#coach lance tucker

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot Single Mom » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Lance has a thing for single moms.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, female receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, pet names

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Lance watched as you sat down on the bar stool next to him, unable to take his eyes off of you. He knows you’re the mom of one of the teenage girls he coaches in gymnastics. You could feel his eyes on you. You turned your attention towards him to see him biting his bottom lip as he admired the way your sundress hugged your curves.

“You know…” You took a sip of your drink. “It’s rude to stare. Didn’t your parents tell you that?” You jokingly say.

“It’s not my fault you’re a smoke show.” Lance says flirtatiously.

You giggled and turned your body so you were facing him. Lance shamelessly glanced down at your cleavage and licked his lips.

“I’m Lance.” He introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I know who you are. You’re my daughter’s gymnastics coach.” You shook his hand. “I’m Lizzy’s mom, Y/N.” You tell him.

“You’re Lizzy’s mom?” Lance asks. “I would’ve guessed you’re her attractive older sister.” He flirts.

“I get that a lot.” You smiled. “I had her at a young age.” You say.

“So…” Lance leans forward. “Are you still with Lizzy’s dad?” He asks curiously.

“Nope.” You popped the P. “He broke up with me when he found out I was pregnant.” You tell him.

Lance nods, taking a sip of his drink and smirking to himself.

“You wanna come up to my room?” He asks, his voice husky.

“Buy me a drink first, Coach and I might let you have your way with me tonight.” You say seductively.

A few shots of tequila later, you two ended up in his hotel room. You two were heatedly making out as you guys bursted through the door. You two pulled away from each other’s lips breathlessly to take off your clothes. You kicked your shoes off and pushed the straps of your sundress off of your shoulders, pushing your sundress down your body and revealing your braless breasts to him. You took off your panties and playfully threw them at him. He caught them and shoved them in the pocket of his jeans. He took off his jacket, dropping it on the floor and kicked his shoes off. He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go, kicking them to the side. You couldn’t help but lick your lips when you seen his tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Lance kisses you hungrily as he picked you up and dropped you on the bed, hovering over you. He kissed all over your body, marking you up with hickeys in the process. He made his way down your body, spreading your legs and laid on his stomach in between them. He licked a strip on your pussy, catching you off guard. He did it again, earning a moan from you.

“Fuck, you taste incredible.” Lance says, practically moaning against your pussy.

His tongue licked from your entrance to your clit a few times before latching his lips onto your clit and ate you out like you’ve never been eaten out before. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure, loving the way his tongue feels against your pussy.

“Oh my god!” You moaned.

Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers tugging on his hair. Lance moans at the feeling, loving you tugging on his hair. His tongue did a flicking motion on your clit while his fingers found their way to your entrance. His fingertips circled your entrance, making your cunt clench around nothing. He slid two fingers in your pussy, moving them at a fast pace. His free hand snaked its way up your body to your breasts. His hand cupped one of your breasts and played with your nipple. A squeak moan left your lips when he pinched your nipple. He moved his hand to your other breast and repeated his actions, earning the same reaction from you.

A loud moan left your lips when he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, making you arch your back in pleasure. Lance smirked to himself, proud that he found your sweet spot with ease. He curled his fingers again, hitting your sweet spot again. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Your legs began shaking a little bit and threatened to close on his head. His free hand held one of your legs open so you didn’t try to close them. He quickened his movements with his tongue and fingers, making your orgasm build up faster. You knew you weren’t going to last longer with how fast his tongue and fingers were fucking you. Lance wanted you to cum fast so he can fuck you. He’s desperate to fuck you. You don’t blame him. You’re desperate for him to fuck you too.

“Lance, I’m- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You tell him, followed by a moan.

“Come for me, baby.” Lance says huskily.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back in pleasure as you came harder than ever, moaning his name loudly. You laid there panting while Lance took his fingers out of your pussy, licking your release off his fingers, moaning at your taste. He sat up, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you sloppily. You moaned against his lips when his hard cock bumped your clit. One of your hands wandered down in between the two of you, your fingers tracing his tattoo. Lance pulled away from your lips and looked down, watching your fingers trace his tattoo.

“You like my tattoo, babe?” He asks huskily.

“Mmm, yes I do, Coach.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip. “I wonder what it looks like while you’re fucking me.” You say seductively.

“You’re about to find out, baby girl.” He almost whispers.

You watched him line his cock at your entrance. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. When he was balls deep inside of you, he spread your legs wider. Lance pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip in your pussy and thrusted back inside of you with a hard thrust. A loud gasp left your lips. You looked down at where the two of you are connected, watching him thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. Your eyes wandered to his tattoo. You couldn’t help but stare at it as he fucked you.

“So hot.” You say, referring to his tattoo.

Lance chuckles huskily. He leaned over you so he was hovering over you, putting his hand on the bed frame and sped up his thrusts. You bit your bottom lip to muffle your moans to avoid a noise complaint.

“Don’t do that.” Lance’s thumb rubbed across your bottom lip. “Let me heard those pretty moans while I’m fucking you, baby.” He coos huskily.

Lance couldn’t care less about getting a noise complaint and frankly, you didn’t care about getting a noise complaint either. Your teeth released your bottom lip, strings of moans and his name left your lips. He smirks to himself, loving the sound of your moans and the way his name sounds when you moan it. It was like music to his ears.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to you if it’s even possible. Your hands found their way to his back, feeling his back muscles flex every time he thrusted into you. Your nails dug in his skin, creating red lines on his back. Lance hissed slightly at the feeling.

Lance leaned down and put his lips on yours, kissing you sloppily. You two moaned against each other’s lips. You threw your head back, pulling away from the kiss when his cock hit your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open, his name leaving your lips in a moan every time he hit that spot. His lips found their way to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin. A soft gasp left your lips when his teeth nipped on your skin, hard enough to mark you up.

“You know…” Lance starts. “I’ve been thinking about this moment since the day I laid my eyes on you.” He admits.

“Oh yea?” You moaned. “I’ve been thinking about it too, Coach.” You tell him.

You telling Lance you think about him made him want you more. His free hand made its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles while his other hand left the bed frame and occupied itself with your breasts. Your cunt squeezed around his cock when his fingers applied a little bit of pressure on your clit.

You looked down at his tattoo, getting entranced with it. Your hands left his back. One of your hands went down to his tattoo, your fingers tracing along the ink of it before placing your hand flat on his lower abdomen where his tattoo is just to touch it. Your free hand grasped onto his bicep for something to squeeze.

You looked in his eyes at the same time Lance looked in yours, yours and his eyes clouded with lust. His fingers rubbed faster on your clit to help your orgasm build up which was getting closer. He could tell by the way your cunt was squeezing around his cock. His orgasm was building up too, but he wanted you to cum first.

“Lance, I’m-” A moan left your lips and your head fell back against the pillow before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby.” Lance says huskily.

Lance watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as you came on his cock. His fingers gave your clit one last rub before he focused on his own orgasm which wasn’t too far from yours. His thrusts got sloppy for a moment, but he regained his rhythm. A loud curse word left his lips as he came inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before his thrusts came to a stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. You two laid in silence, trying to catch your breath before either of you said anything.

“I’m assuming you have a thing for single moms.” You say, turning your head towards him.

“What gave it away?” Lance asks with a small chuckle.

“The way you fucked me and made me cum twice.” You say, still blown away by the two orgasms he gave you.

“There’s more than where that came from if you’re up for it.” He says, licking his lips.

“I’m up for anything, Coach.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

“Let’s get to it then, baby.” He says, pulling you on top of him, making a small squeal of excitement leave your lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[sashaisready]

Feel The Burn: Chapter 1

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Series Masterlist

Your casual situationship with notorious flirt Lance Tucker comes to a shocking head at a party, fortunately the mysterious stranger you meet that same night is more than happy to help take your mind off it.

Wordcount: Approx 4.3k

Me again! I've never written for Lance but felt inspired by the wonderful @nickfowlerrr and her recent Lance fic (it's great, go check it out!) Expecting lots of angst, smut and drama cos you know I love that. Warnings for Lance being a dickwad. Also my first Destroyer!Chris attempt so let's see how we go. As always - reblogs and comments mean the world!

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He’d snuck out before you had woken up.

The little shit.

You knew it shouldn’t be a surprise…but it still stung regardless.

You weren’t stupid. You knew your ‘arrangement’ with Lance was a casual one – no labels, no expectations, no exclusivity. You’d both been transparent about that, and you weren’t exactly looking to lock into anything serious at the moment – between work, friends, family and general surviving, you only really had time and headspace for fun and stress release.

Lance was the perfect candidate for that. Between his personal trainer role job and coaching on the side, he was just as busy as you were. He was also fun and wanted to keep things light, he didn’t put demands on your time and didn’t ask for more than you were willing to give.

He was also an asshole. Which helped keep the boundaries and lines clear.

You’d met at a bar a few months prior. He’d sent over a cocktail via the bartender, and you were rolling your eyes at the cheesy gesture from the guy who appeared to be wearing what looked like a bright red Olympics jacket at the dive bar. But then he came over, and you were surprised at how disarming his stupid smile was, and how easily he made your friends laugh. And then suddenly you were laughing along with them.

He was cute, you’d give him that. Big blue eyes swimming with mischief, a permanent smirk tattooed across his face. Carefully coiffed hazelnut hair that you just instinctively knew had to be perfect before he left the house.

A walking red flag.

Literally too, with that jacket.

You ended up chatting deep into the evening, your friends moving onto the club while you chose to stay with your new buddy. You found out he was a former Olympic gold winning gymnast turned personal trainer and gymnastics coach, which sounded so fake that you laughed out loud at the outrageous claim – until he smugly made you google him on your phone…

…Touché.

Your job wasn’t quite as impressive, but he did seem interested in the fact you owned your own coffee shop downtown. He’s big into the whole self-made thing.

He was cocky and arrogant; you rolled your eyes constantly and groaned at all his jokes all evening. He was everything you’d normally avoid in a man, yet you were strangely captivated by him. There seemed to be a self-awareness to him that intrigued you, as if he knew how awful he was and leaned into it with a knowing wink. At least he was upfront about his assholery, so many men you knew hid theirs until you’d fallen into the deep.

Of course you ended up back at his place, practically falling through the door as he kissed you feverishly, his hands all over you as if he couldn’t get enough – tugging your clothes off before he’d even closed the front door behind him. He spread you out across his couch and ate you out like a starving man, you were shocked at how quickly and how hard he made you come. Men like him often only talked the talk, so you were genuinely caught off guard that he could also walk the walk.

You’d giggled at the utter ridiculousness of the tattoo across his crotch after he’d removed his boxers, the fuzzy haze from your orgasm giving way to clarity as the ludicrous medal image snapped everything back to focus. What the fuck were you doing here??

But he was unperturbed, laughing along with you and shrugging off your reaction – surely, he must be the cockiest man on the planet. “I earned it,” he grinned wickedly, pulling you into him.

His touch was dizzying. He knew exactly how to hold you, how to feel you, how to push you to let go. You were initially conscious of your softer body compared to his rock-hard abs, you didn’t exactly have a gymnast body yourself - but he looked at you unashamedly – circling every inch, tracing every curve. He’d eyed you hungrily, helping himself to you as if you were the tastiest buffet he’d ever had. If you covered your tummy with your hand he’d rip it away, leaving no part of you hidden from him.

It was intoxicating.

And god, the stamina. The flexibility. You lost count of the positions he’d twist you into, effortlessly coaxing your figure into shapes and angles you didn’t even know you were capable of. Never too far, never leaving you uncomfortable for long – or you’d just be too euphoric to notice. Something just clicked with the two of you physically, your bodies fit together as if they’d been designed that way. If your body was a song, he hit every note.

You’d never experienced anything like it.

That was a few months ago and you were unable to fully disentangle yourself from him. What you had intended to be a one-night thing had spread into many nights. Texts. Filthy FaceTime calls. Meeting each other after nights out with respective friends. One of his buddies even began dating one of yours, so you find yourself in the same spots more and more regularly. You were very different people – he was loud and brash, you were more shy and reserved. He would talk the ear off anyone who’d chat to him, you’d quietly listen and observe the conversation. Nobody would have ever put you two together, and your friends were slightly baffled by the arrangement – but they just wanted you to enjoy yourself.

Every time you said you’d wean yourself off him, he’d pop up on your phone and it would be back to square one again.

You knew he was toxic, you knew he was bad, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your brain switched off when you were with him, no anxiety, no insecurities – just enjoying the moment, lost in your pleasure. Nobody had ever made your feel like that in the bedroom, or outside of it either, he was an addiction your body couldn’t curb. He was the bag of candy you knew was in the cupboard and couldn’t resist sneaking the occasional piece.

…You just had to be careful not to binge the whole thing.

All you’d ever asked from him was respect. You may have just been casual, but you wanted to be treated decently – no degradation or meanness unless you’d specifically requested for it in bed (and sometimes you had), no ditching once you’d agreed to meet, no asking anything too personal about each other’s lives. Sure, you were always mouthing off to each other, but it was infused with fun and banter – never cruel, never unkind.

Just because this was casual didn’t mean you should treat each other like dirt.

Sometimes you stayed over at each other’s places, you both enjoyed a post-coital cuddle – even if neither of you had ever said it aloud. You often ended up sleeping on his chest, hearing his breathing deepen as he absent-mindedly played with your hair. Or you’d shower together, and he’d carefully clean you up, the one time the wise cracks were muted as he washed your body and stood with you under the water, holding you against him. Sometimes you’d just stay up late talking, laughing into the night. As wrong as he was for you, he was also easy to be around. You didn’t need to put on a show or performance for him, maybe because you had never really felt the need to impress him. It took the pressure off.

If you didn’t know any better, the altogether picture might look like something resembling tenderness (but you did know better).

Leaning over this morning and seeing him gone felt like a surprising shot in the gut.

He knew full well you were a light sleeper, he’d accidentally woken you up numerous times at your many sleepovers during late-night bathroom trips or bumping against you after rolling over. He was very used to the angry pillow thrown in his direction as you groaned at the interruption and snuggled back into the sheets or allowed him to tug you back into his arms.

But this morning…He must’ve put his training to good use and crawled out of bed like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible, carefully dodging the creaky floorboards in your bedroom like lasers and collecting his clothes at the same volume as a gnat's hiccup.

You frowned, not liking that.

It’s not like you wanted him to hang around. You had to go to the shop anyway. But normally he slept in with you, sometimes getting up before you to make you both coffee, or on rare occasions getting something started for breakfast. Ever the committed coach and former athlete, he often liked a detailed ‘debrief’ of the previous night’s performances – with focus on high points, and areas to develop and work on. Yes, really. He took it very seriously and wanted to be top of his game. Which only really benefited you in the long run, as farcical as the whole ritual was.

You knew his schedule, you knew he didn’t have any sessions booked at this time. Him sneaking off just felt…wrong. Rude, somehow. Like he’d got what he needed from you so felt no need to keep up niceties or courtesy, even though that’s always how this thing had worked.

You glanced at your phone. A message from Kat but nothing else. You checked your text thread with Lance – nothing except the ‘you up, Cupcake? 🧁’ text and selfie he’d sent you last night before you’d arranged for him to come by. Hmm.

Fine. Whatever. Unusual, but shit happens – maybe it was just a one-off. You shrugged it off, despite the faint pang of anxiety it left in your stomach.

You fired off a quick text to him, “nice disappearing act, Tucker. You must’ve pulled a muscle with all that stealth”.

You watched the screen and saw that immediately the little bubbles appeared to show he was typing. They hovered for a few seconds, then disappeared, then started again…only to disappear once more. Huh. Weird. Not like him to ignore a jibe like that. Oh well. Maybe he was in the middle of something.

You put it to the back of your mind and got ready for work, heading over to the coffee shop. Marina had opened that morning so you joined her behind the register, greeting her cheerily and asking about her day so far. You did a quick scan of the shop – a few regulars had piled in, but it wasn’t too busy yet. You threw yourself into your normal tasks – helping with customers, wiping down tables, checking inventory, doing some accounts in the back office. All very normal. You soon forgot about Lance and the unusual start to the morning, getting into full work mode. Filter and Foam Café was your baby, your life. It hadn’t been easy to get the business up and running, you started out with a second-hand espresso machine and a cart, then built your customer base brick by brick until you could eventually afford to lease a premises and hire a small team. It was the result of endless long hours and hard graft, but it had paid off. Maybe your business degree had been worth the money, after all.

You felt at home here with your regulars and your staff, life was hard for many, and you were never going to cure cancer or broker world peace – but if you could brighten someone’s day with a decent cup of coffee and a nice pastry, that was something at least. There were lesser contributions to life.

You took a break and checked your phone. Nothing from Lance, unusually, but you replied to Kat’s message from this morning. She was reminding you about her party at the weekend, asking you to bring a bottle. Kat was dating Lance’s friend, Matt, and they were throwing their first joint-party at their new place together. It was cute.

If all else failed, you could berate Lance for his radio silence when you got to the party.

The week rolled on. Still no word from Lance, which was strange as he normally replied to your messages quickly, but it also wasn’t unusual for one/both of you to vanish for a little while if you had a lot going on. You weren’t worried, and you weren’t the type to be obsessively checking your phone. A tiny voice at the back of your head told you that something felt off, but you easily smothered it. The whole point of your arrangement with Lance was to avoid stress and drama, so you wouldn’t entertain anything else.

Friday night came around. Marina was closing which meant you could leave the shop early to go get ready. You settled on a black dress you were fond of, not too showy, not too frumpy, but hugged your figure nicely. You threw on a pair of comfortable heels and did your hair and make-up how you liked, grabbing a taxi to Kat’s place with the requested bottle and feeling excited about spending some time with your friends – even if parties weren’t your scene.

As you walked in the party was in full swing. Kat rushed over to you excitedly and thrust a cocktail in your hand as she gabbled about the new place – giving you a mini tour. Matt chimed in where he could and you grinned at their dynamic – Kat the whirlwind of chaos, Matt the calming breeze. It worked. It was charming to witness, they’d moved fast - but anyone could see how much they meant to each other. Kat and Matt, even their names worked together.

As you moved through the house with them you recognised most of the faces dotted throughout the party, waving and promising to catch up with some of them after you had finished the home tour. You noted you hadn’t seen Lance, but no doubt he would be making himself known sooner or later.

An hour later you were perching on the arm of the sofa, giggling along with Kat as she regaled Matt and some of your friends with a notorious anecdote from your college days.

“I just can’t believe you did it!” Kat squealed with laughter as she playfully knocked your arm, “and here was me thinking I was brave!”

“Well in my defence, he did cheat on one of our best friends…and it was unlucky for him that I still had all that chicken feed after the farm volunteering day,” you grinned, slightly awkwardly as you’re not always comfortable holding court like this. “But hey, it wasn’t like he couldn’t get the bird crap off of his car after they’d finished eating…”

The group all laughed raucously but your eyes were drawn to someone watching you from across the living room. You sipped from your glass as Lance observed you carefully. His expression was strangely unreadable, not giving you the knowing grin he usually flashed when you locked eyes. He wore dark jeans and a nice navy button-down, no sign of the ubiquitous Team USA jackets this evening.

He made his way over to the group you were talking to, Matt greeted him enthusiastically and they did their buddy fist bump thing they often did. He said hello to the other members of the gathering then gave you a curt nod.

“Cupcake”.

“Tuck”, you responded with your own nod.

The group exchanged knowing glances. Your friends were very aware of the unconventional nature of yours and Lance’s ‘friendship’.

He joins in the conversation effortlessly, much easier than you, flowing and diving in with jokes like he’d been standing there all evening. When separate discussions broke off and formed within smaller groups, you took the opportunity to freshen your drink in the kitchen.

“What’s up with you two?” someone hissed.

You looked up from your glass as Kat slithered around the door, checking over her shoulder to ensure you were alone.

“What? With who?” you wrinkled your nose.

“Don’t play dumb! You and Lance! What’s the latest?” your friend pestered, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

You laughed, “oh, stop. Nothing. You know it’s just a physical thing…”

“Yeah, whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other. Having your weird silent conversations with your eyes. When are you going to wake up and realise that you’re basically dating at this point??”

You huffed in protest but she persisted.

“I’m serious, babe, you know Matt said recently that he hasn’t seen Lance with any other girls for a while now…”

You were surprised by that. You and Lance had never been exclusive, but also had the manners not to discuss anyone else with each other. You’d had the occasional date but nothing much, and based on his aggressive flirting had just assumed he had a steady roster of women in his life (although sometimes you weren’t sure how he’d fit them in based on how frequently you saw him).

But you shook it off. You weren’t naïve enough to think someone as greedy as Lance Tucker would be satisfied with only one girl in his life.

You scoffed in response, “oh come on Kat. It’s not like that…it’s just fun. Besides, he snuck out of my apartment earlier this week and then didn’t respond to my text. Hardly boyfriend behaviour…”

“What? That little…want me to beat his ass?”

“I’d love to see that. But no, I’m good. Thank-you,” you chuckled, Kat was 5’1” – any ass kicking she did would be a sight to see. But you knew full well she could handle it, if she wanted to badly enough.

“I’m not letting him treat you like shit…you know that…” she warned as she squeezed your shoulders.

“I do, Kat,” you smiled, “but you know I’m not letting him do that, either”.

She nodded and grimaced, but that seemed to put her mind at rest.

As if summoned, Lance entered the kitchen a second later, making his way over to the rows of bottles to make himself a drink. Kat was being called back into the living room by a loudly drunk partygoer, she rushed out and shrieked an apology to you as she flew out of the door.

“Fuck, Marcy, not the vase!” you heard her cry out as she vanished.

You laughed at her disarray and finished pouring your own drink.

“So, what’s up with you, Tuck?” you asked Lance as you took a sip.

You watched as he made his gin and slimline tonic – always health-conscious, of course.

He shrugged, “what? Nothing. I’m good,” he said blankly without looking up.

“Right…well why did you sneak out the other day? That’s not like you,” you asked casually, “you’d never normally miss a debrief, and sneaking isn’t really your thing,” you laughed good-naturedly, “louder and prouder, in my experience”.

He shrugged again, “I had to run. Sorry”.

His voice was flat, with none of his usual vigour or mirth. It was…weird.

“Oh, okay. Well…you could’ve said bye. But no biggie. I just thought it was weird you didn’t text me back, so thought I’d check you were okay. All good? Gymnast emergency?” you joked.

“Nope,” he shot back – his tone contained none of the lightness that yours did. “And would you just get off my back, already?”

“Jesus, okay,” you frowned, surprised at his reaction. This wasn’t like him at all. “I was just playing…it wasn’t like you-”.

Suddenly he slammed his glass down, it rattled as it hit the counter, “Fucking christ – just drop it, would ya? Needling away at me…I’m not your fucking boyfriend, alright?”

You flinched, completely caught off guard by his vitriol. This wasn’t Lance, this wasn’t the usual dynamic, normally you bantered back and forth and teased each other. He was often crass, but never…mean.

You didn’t speak for a moment, scrambling for words as your brain tried to compute what had just happened.

“I didn’t say you were…” you mumbled.

“Do this, do that, let’s have coffee, don’t sneak out, blah blah blah. I mean what, are you my fucking wife or something?” he spat venomously.

He looked up at you with anger in his eyes, a look you’d never seen in them before.

“No…Lance, I’m just messing around…”

“Are you? Because it feels like you’re suffocating me here”.

You scoffed in disbelief, “what? How? Because I asked you why you snuck out of my apartment?! Because it’s something you’ve never done before. And then I dared to texted you once about it? Hardly a fucking marriage proposal!”

“I don’t need to tell you where I am every fuckin’ minute of the day…”

“I’m not asking you to, fuck! I just think it’s shitty to sneak out like that. You could’ve just told me you were going! Or sent a text or something, damn! It’s pretty basic decency! Like having to acknowledge me before you leave is that strenuous…”

Both of you were yelling now, fortunately drowned out by the blaring music from the living room, the party obliviously continuing in full swing as you two of you exchanged barbs across the kitchen.

After some time going around in circles, he eventually sighed, taking a deep breath as he placed his palms flat on the kitchen counter. His voice now lowered.

“Look…I thought we were on the same page about this. It’s just fun…just messing around. We aren’t a thing, you and me”.

“I know,” you scowled. “I’m very aware. But I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask that you treat me with a degree of respect…We can have fun and be casual without contempt for each other. Sneaking out and then ignoring me…then acting like I’m the asshole for bringing it up…that’s just…”

“All of it…the coffee…the showers…the sleepovers. It’s just gone a little too far,” he sighed. “Cupcake I…”

You blinked at him, bewildered.

He continued, his voice was soft, as if approaching you like you were a frightened deer, “you’re a great fuck, alright? But that’s it. I can get it from 10 other girls in my phone, if I want. You’re cute, you’re funny, but you’re also a means to an end. You get my dick wet, and you’re good at it. Damn good. You make me so hard I can’t see straight. But I also don’t need you interrogating me about my business. Got it?”

You were shocked by his reaction and the callousness of his words…and the pang of hurt that radiated in your chest.

But more so you were angry. Angry at how he’d blown up out of nowhere, angry at his cavalier approach to all of this, angry at his patronising tone, angry at him for trying to talk you down like you were some kind of idiot. Acting as if he could say whatever he liked as long as he did it in a soothing tone. Like you were some kind of besotted lovesick pup he pitied and needed to let down gently.

Asshole.

You glowered at him so hard he actually leaned back a little, the arrogance in his eyes suddenly dulling in response.

“Cupcake, look, I’m sorry…that was-” he started, moving towards you.

“Oh save it, Lance!” you shot back furiously, shoving him away as he advanced towards you.

“Cupcake…I’m sorry-”

“And don’t call me that!”

“Okay, sorry, look, I was out of line…really…” he said gently.

Great. Pity. That was somehow worse.

You wished you had some witty retort for him, some clever insult to stop him in his tracks and put him in his place. But your rage paralysed any potential wit you may have been capable of.

“Tell it to one of the other 10 girls in your phone. Fuck this…and fuck you too!” you told him through gritted teeth.

That would have to do.

You downed your drink and stormed out of the kitchen. He was hot on your heels, telling you not to be like this and just to take a second but you could barely hear him over your own anger. You did a quick scan of the room but couldn’t see Kat, doing your best to ignore the stares from other partygoers as your newly found shadow tried to stop you from leaving. Some of your other friends were calling your name but you couldn’t bear to speak to anyone.

“Cupcake…hey, wait up,” Lance pleaded, cupping your shoulder.

“Just…leave me alone,” you hissed and wriggled his arm off you. You hope he didn't notice the slight crack in your voice.

He relented, letting out a low exhale and sheepishly shoving his hands in his pockets. You turned away from him, quickly grabbing your coat from the large pile in the hallway, leaving the house as fast as your feet could carry you.

You were trembling as the cold outside air hit you, not quite sure what had just happened. Your face felt hot and flushed with humiliation as you stood uselessly on the porch.

You somehow managed to quickly fire off an apology text to Kat saying you’d left. No doubt she’d be blowing up your phone imminently after the partygoers filled her in on all the drama. You suddenly felt immense guilt for making her big night all about you.

“Motherfucker!” you said aloud into the night.

“What did I do?” replied a smooth voice.

You flinched, confused until a man stepped out from the front of the house. He was smoking out here, initially hidden from your view as he must’ve been leaning against the wall just out of sight. He was tall, his hair shaved at the sides but longer and darker on top. He had a thick beard, cutting an intimidating figure in his denim vest, showing off the tattoos on his biceps. Mostly you were struck by his eyes, cerulean pools that were as striking as they were daunting.

They were also oddly familiar in a way you couldn’t place.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t talking to you…” you mumbled, embarrassed to have been caught out like this in your current state.

“Well, I got time. Just taking a break from the party,” he took a long drag on his cigarette, “I’m Chris. So, tell me about this motherfucker…”

🥇

[soelstress]

Going For The Gold

Pairing: Lance Tucker x female!reader

Summary: You show the God of Gymnastics what going the distance really means.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , oral sex (m & f receiving)

A/N 1 - This is my second submission for @mercurial-chuckles Smutber Fest. Thank you for extending the smut fest & apologies this is a few days late!

A/N 2 - Prompts - Once again I asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... and of course I was given five yet again so two stories it is 🙈 The prompts this time are mirror sex & marathon sex

A/N 3 - GIF from Hyperfixations Galore via Google Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

“Hey there gorgeous”. You prayed it was a mistake - that the greeting was not aimed at you. Or better yet, the annoyingly familiar voice did not belong to who you suspected. Surely fate was not that cruel. “I thought I recognised those pretty lips”.

Yep, fate was that cruel. A big patriotic mass plopped into the chair beside yours, ordering tequila. Subtly, you gave him a once over. Lance Tucker hadn’t changed in the year since you’d last met. Still proudly flaunting his Team USA coaching gear, his body appeared to be as toned as ever. For a moment, your gaze lingered on his face. For goodness sake couldn’t he have gotten wrinkles or something, anything to make him a little less appealing? Sonofabitch - he had eye crinkles, looking dignified as he flashed a smile at the bartender. Lusciously thick brown hair, twinkly blue eyes and pouty pink lips that were sinful with a sweet smile. Until he either smirked or opened his mouth... then you wanted to smack him. “Fuck me”. Shit, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Gladly. My room or yours?” Lance smirked, popping a toothpick into his mouth. Your hand twitched as his lips curled. “Seriously though. What brings you here?”

Leaning back, you took a sip of your drink and watched as he leaned toward you. “Here on business. I go where I’m needed”. He nodded, remembering that you never stayed in one place too long due to your job. “What about you? Last I’d heard you ditched Amherst and flew to sunny LA with Maggie to keep rolling in those gold medals but then your star pupil became your baby mama”.

Lance's smirk faded and he leaned back into his seat, reaching for one of his tequila shots. “The baby wasn’t mine”. He eyed the golden liquid before knocking it back. “She’d been seeing someone before we flew out to LA. She only screwed me to try and claim the kid was mine. Her guy wasn’t too happy about that and told me everything. I reported that she was pregnant, she got kicked off the team and I had to deal with the fallout”.

Your stomach swooped in sympathy. Lance was a Grade A prick and the cockiest asshole you’d ever met - called himself the God of Gymnastics, poached his rivals gold winning protégé and slept with said rival to sabotage her relationship - all in the name of revenge for her bronze medal overshadowing his silver and gold performances years prior. But no one deserved to be lied to like that, especially about a child he believed was his. “I’m sorry, Lance”. 

Lance chuckled mirthlessly, reaching for his second shot. “Bet Greggory will laugh her ass off when you tell her ‘Fucker Tucker’ got fucked himself”.

You shook your head. “I haven’t seen Hope since you two hooked up a year ago. My family were the ones who told me what you were up to these days”.

Lance cocked his head. “A year ago? Wait, that’s when we hooked up as well”. You nodded, not expanding further. Frowning, he turned to face you. “Hey, you’re not mad about that are you? We didn’t have an arrangement-“

Sighing heavily, you took a bigger swig of your drink before fully facing him. “No, I’m not mad that you hooked up with Hope the night after me”. You were telling the truth, you weren’t mad about that. Lance was right - the two of you had no relationship, that last hook up was your first time sleeping together. You had slept with him the first night, but work had prevented you meeting up the next night. You had been on your way to ask Lance if he wanted to hook up again on the third day, but instead you overheard him complaining that Hope had been a bad lay and gone on in vivid detail to describe what had happened between them the night prior which had sounded very similar to your night with him. Though apparently the increased number of positions Hope used hadn’t impressed Lance in the slightest. Shaking your head, you saw Lance had leaned closer and placed his hand over yours. “Seriously Lance, I’m not mad about it”.

Gently, Lance caught your chin and looked at you. Not knowing what he was looking for, you kept his gaze until the smirk teased his mouth again.  “Good. I’m glad”. His thumb brushed your lip, eyes darkening when it popped open. “So… back to my question… your room or mine?”

A big part of you knew this was a mistake. Though it was clear no strings attached was what Lance was offering, no good could come of it. But on the other hand, part of you wanted to see if it would be like your last hook up.

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It was. Exactly the same. Within seconds of entering his room, both of you were naked. You weren’t a gymnast let alone an athlete, barely managing to squeeze a basic fitness routine in your schedule but that didn’t matter to Lance. Just like before he was contorting into various positions, more focused on Olympic gymnastics rather than mattress gymnastics. He’d been at it for a while, changing positions every time you started to settle into a rhythm. Neither of you had cum yet. “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck” he groaned, now shifting to press you against the wall. “Fuckin… God of Gymnastics”. His thrusts began to speed up.

Something inside you snapped. There was no way you’d let him use the same routine with you now that he’d used on you AND Hope last year. And there was not a snowball's chance in Hell you were being left high and dry like before. You were going to make this God pray to you. Shifting, you moved so his cock slipped out when he pulled back. Lance moved on instinct, trying to sink back into you. He froze when your hand gripped his cock tightly. Panting heavily, his eyes never left yours as you began to stroke him. “Last time, we agreed on hot marathon sex. You’ve got stamina, Tucker”. His smirk vanished at your next words. “But you and I have very different opinions about marathon sex. You’re more focused on the positions than the pleasure. So now… I’m gonna coach you”.

You led him, literally by the balls, to the bathroom and started up the walk in shower. Once the water was warm you grabbed the body wash and began to work him over, petting and caressing every line, curve and hollow. A pleased sound escaped you when he reciprocated. He was trying to urge you along by focusing specifically on your breasts, but since he’d skipped the foreplay both times you decided a little retribution was in order. Your hands slid down and he grinned lazily as you slowly began to stroke his cock, giving him a soapy slippery handjob. Once the suds had been rinsed and you saw Lance was close to the edge, you gripped the base of him. His blue eyes burned with lust and confusion. You carefully sank to your knees. Licking your lips, you offered a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. Lance whined softly, hips jutting for more attention. Smiling, you placed wet kisses and licks up and down his shaft watching as the thick flesh seemed to follow your mouth, almost enchanting him like a snake charmer. Eyes locked with his, you slowly began to suck him into your mouth. “Oh fuck!” Lance threw his head back, one arm splaying on the wall to keep his balance while the other tangled into your hair. You slowly continued to suck him in, almost with your nose to the base when his grip tightened and he tried to tug. Your nails dug into his thick thighs and when his gaze landed on you he could see the warning flash in your eyes. His whines cut off when you resumed the tortuous pace, bringing him to the edge twice before stopping. “Fuck… gorgeous… please…” Lance moaned loudly, the noises echoing off the wall and giving you a high that you were making him react this way. Looking up, you gently pushed him back against the chilled wall at the same time you sucked firmly. “FUCK!” Lance cried out, gripping your hair tightly but not pulling as he came in your mouth. Swallowing his spend, you stood and walked out of the shower, grabbing a towel to briskly rub down. Dazedly, Lance followed your example. 

It took him a few seconds but he then moved, caging you against the wall of the shower. The cold was a sharp contrast to your heated body but it felt amazing when Lance pressed his body to yours. His fingers glided over your nipples, down your belly and to the heat between your legs. He teased your entrance before sliding one thick finger in, cursing softly. “So damn snug. God…” He hissed when he slipped in another finger. As he rubbed deep within you he felt your walls begin to tremble. “C’mon gorgeous. Give it to me”. With a moan you tipped into your orgasm, not noticing that Lance dropped to his knees and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. He stared at your dripping heat, licking his lips. “S’pretty” he murmured, tongue darting out when you clenched around nothing. “I can’t… I gotta” he mumbled before his tongue made a thick long stripe into your folds. “God… you’re liquid gold, gorgeous”. He dove back in with an enthusiasm that surprised you, sounds of satisfaction spilling from him. His nose nudged your clit as he eagerly lapped away. You whimpered when his tongue speared into you. Grabbing his hair you pulled him closer and cried out at his happy moan, the vibrations almost pushing you over the edge. Lance gave a few soft licks to your clit before suckling gently. A long whine echoed in the bathroom as you peaked again.

Looking down, you saw a tiny smirk grace Lance's glistening lips and the ache to take him down a peg resurfaced. Once he stood, you pressed up against him and kissed fiercely. Both of you moaned at the taste of the other’s juices. Jumping up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, one of his arms underneath to support you while the other pulled you tight against him. “Window” you murmured. His brows shot up to his hairline but he carried you through before carefully setting you down. Turning you pressed away from the glass, arching your back as Lance slowly thrust himself inside you. One hand held you close while the other roamed your body - squeezed your boobs, brushed your clit. A few more circuits had you nearly seeing stars and Lance was also heaven bound before you pulled him tight against you to stop him moving. 

”No! Please gorgeous… ” he pleaded, desperately trying to somehow find that delicious friction. “No… beautiful… please baby”.

“Look, Tucker. Look at yourself”. Glancing up, Lance saw himself in the window reflection. His blue eyes glistened with tears at being denied, his face flushed with desire and his lips swollen from being nibbled and kissed. He whined, wanting so desperately to find his release. “You wanna cum?” 

”Yes. Please gorgeous… baby. Please” he whispered.

”Show me what you got”. 

Bracing his hand against the glass, Lance encouraged you to arch your back more and began to thrust slowly and deeply within you. Feeling his heavy balls start to tighten, he sped up slightly. “No… c’mon gorgeous… need to feel you… please… please baby”. Desperately he sucked at your neck at the same time he tweaked your nipple. Your walls began to quake and his cock jerked within you. Lance whined. “Fuck… feels so good. You feel so good…”

As he continued to thrust, you noticed that his whines were growing higher. Mind whirring, you encouraged him to gently pull out. His movements halted and you glanced down to see his cock was still hard. “Feel good, baby?” Almost shyly, he nodded. “Think you can do one more?” Head cocked, Lance looked adorably innocent for a moment. He nodded again. “Then lay down on the bed”.

Without hesitating Lance laid down, eyes sparkling as you followed. Carefully, you sat on top of him and slowly guided his length into you. You moaned loudly but still heard his whine. “Shit… s’too much baby… I can’t…” 

”Yeah you can”. You gently ran your hands all over his body, kissing and sucking his neck, jaw and lips. “C’mon… c’mon Coach”. At your soft coo, Lance began to buck up into you, hands gripping your waist tightly and keeping you attached to him. “Yes… oh God… Lance!” You cried out as stars exploded in front of you.

Lance silently screamed as you milked him again, the pleasure almost painful. Once both your highs had ended, he held you close. Chest heaving, he saw you tracing figures on his skin. “So… how’d I do in marathon sex Coach?” he murmured.

”Silver”. Shocked, his eyes darted to you. “Your initial efforts were half assed at best though your performance did improve”. Lance's lip trembled. “But then again you know practice makes perfect…”. As you smirked, you felt a gentle nudge against your inner thigh. “Ready to go for gold?”

[sebastiansluts]

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

hope this is okay 😭 completely understand if not!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same anon about Lance Tucker, it could be Lance and Jake Wyler 😂 maybe coaches? 😂😂

I don't even know what Jake is in lol

[buckrecs]

𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

valentine’s day by @ellerosie2332

I can’t stay away from you

Gimmie that gold by @heartofsilverflames

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

Ho, Ho, Oh No by @moonbeambucky

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

My World by @/moonbeambucky

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

Baby by @moonbeambucky

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

Use You by @lenavonschweetz

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

Lance Tucker Sex Headcanons by @brixtonlore

Sweet, Sweet Victory by @sugardaddytonystark

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

Cupcake Decorating by @plumfondler

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

Winter Sucks by @toastedkiwi

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

headcanon by @extremelyblackandwhite

headcanon for lance dating a ballet dancer.

Deja Vu by @bxcketbarnes

Imagine by @/bxcketbarnes

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

Chasing Gold by @abovethesmokestacks

Alpha!Lance x Omega!Reader

A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy by @littlelioncub43

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

Early Mornings by @captainmarvels

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

It’s The Great Pumpkin by @moonbeambucky

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

Stretching you (out) by @rogerswifesblog

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

SERIES

The Price of Gold by @moonbeambucky

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

Lance Tucker’s Sex Education by @angelicthor

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

Anger Issues by @littlelioncub43

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

sincerity is scary by @thesoftdumbass

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

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[andromedavwrites]

Sorry if I’m yapping I’m just obsessed - sorry what ok continuing

Idk if you’re waiting reveal it or something but can you please say you’re fancasts (is it considered a fancast if you’re literally the creator? Or the half creator since it’s a reboot?) for your reboot?

I love eah fancasts / just fancasts in general and the way you’ve mentioned some of them in other posts makes me so curious

!!!!!

i never talk about my cast but here’s the list!!(i probably fucked up names on this, i have like five times)

these aren’t set in stone obv, and one of them is a joke bc i thought it would be funny if a certain someone played Rumplestiltskin-

Raven Queen played by Callie Haverda

Apple White played by Mckenna Grace

Madeline Hatter played by Momona Tamada

Briar Beauty played by Kyleigh Curran

Cedar Wood played by Maliah Baker

Ashlynn Ella played by Trinity Likins

C. A. Cupid played by Sarah Dorothy Little

Blondie Lockes played by Ava Kolker

Ginger Breadhouse played by Iman Vellani

Duchess Swan played by Rina Johnson

Darling Charming played by Clementine Lea Spieser

Farah Goodfairy played by Cheyenne Hinojosa

Cerise Hood played by Ashley Sarmentio

Daring Charming played by Tait Blum

Dexter Charming played by Jacob Tremblay

Sparrow Hood played by Dallas Young

Hunter Huntsman played by Mateo Gallegos

Humphrey Dumpty played by Issiah Russel-Bailey

Kitty Cheshire played by Miya Cech

Lizzie Hearts played by Sofia Chicorelli Serna

Alastair Wonderland played by Walker Bryant

Bunny Blanc played by Xochtil Gomez

Chase Redford played by Parker Bates

Courtly Jester played by Trixie Hyde

Meeshell Mermaid played by Sophie Grace

Jillian Beanstalk played by Brianni Walker

Hopper Croakington II played by Jentzen Ramirez

Melody Piper played by Oona O’Brian

Ramona Badwolf played by Symonne Harrison

She played by Izabella Rose

Poppy O’Hair played by Anais Lee

Holly O’Hair played by Mirabelle Lee

Brooke Page played by Pixie Davies

Gus Crumb played by Jace Chapman

Helga Crumb played by Camron Seely

Travis Thumb played by Amari O’Neil

Prudence Step played by Lilo Baier

Charlotte Step played by Ava Ro

Lily Bo-Peep played by Lotus Blossom

Zypherus Wynd played by Camren Conerly

Aquilona Wynd played by Trinitee Stokes

Charity Charming played by Kaylin Hayman

Clara Lear played by Scarlet Spencer

Mahlee Black played by Daria Johns

Coral Witch played by Michela Luci

Nathan Nutcracker played by Finn Little

Justine Dancer played by Priah Ferguson

Witchy Brew played by Pilot Saraceno

Nina Thumbell played by Ella Noel

Felix Princely played by Jackson Dollinger

Tucker Merry played by Miguel Cazarez Mora

Marsha King played by Alexa Nisenson

Jackie Frost played by Anya Taylor-Joy

Northwind Frost played by Logan Lerman

Milton Grimm played by Frank Whaley

Giles Grimm played by Kieran Mulroney

Baba Yaga played by Olga Kurylenko

Rumplestiltskin played by Danny DeVito

Pied Piper played by Collin Donell

Mad Hatter played by Paul Wesley or Alex Hefner

The White Queen played by Kate Winslet

Mr. Badwolf played by Con O’Neil

Momma Bear played by Nathalie Boltt

Papa Bear played by William Baldwin

Coach Gingerbread played by Hill Harper

Snowelle White played by Alison Brie

Elvira Queen played by Clemence Poesy

Good King played by Matt Lanter

Snow Queen played by Lisa Kudro

Snow King played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Lance Charming played by Dan Stevens

Bryce Frost played by Shailene Woodley

Pie played by ?

Butternut played by ?

Cheshire Cat played by Stephanie Hsu

Queen of Hearts played by Meghan Ory

White Rabbit played by Joe Arquette

Cook played by Olivia Hack

i have spent… so long thinking about my cast for this i would DIE if i got even half of these actors to play the characters in the reboot!!

[imaginedreamwrite]

Higher Love — update sneak peek

There was no turning back, there was no other road he could have taken to avoid a confrontation like this. Since he was informed of the treatment you’d suffered through your coach in the name of succeeding at figure skating, it hadn’t taken Ari long to find other complaints.

Other skaters and dancers, gymnasts that Lance Tucker had targeted and screwed with. This had been unjustly swept under the rug to save face for Tucker, the accusations dropped in the name of keeping a successful but problematic coach.

Ari was beyond pissed, truly he was utterly enraged by the whole prospect of the university keeping everything hidden. Ari trying to court and become your alpha, the threat he had made to quit if they hadn’t accepted the relationship was known to them.

Ari was given the relationship within hours or maybe days within the accusations and the allegations. Ari’s relationship with you was solidified with the university while they knew that Tucker was a bastard who mistreated the girls he worked with.

“Ari please-” the door slammed shut, the aggressive atmosphere had come entirely from Ari and his urgency to protect you.

“Don’t fuck with me, Ethan. I am not someone you want to fuck with, I’m giving you the opportunity to deal with before I do.”

“Ari you can’t do anything-” His hand slammed against the desk and he stood with enough strength to send the chair toppling to the ground. His eyes were darkened and his teeth had been grinding egregiously, his aggression aimed entirely on the head of the sport’s association for the school.

“Dammit, Ethan! I can do whatever it takes to handle this, to protect her!” Ari hissed and leaned forward as a vow, not a promise, fell from his lips. “Are you going to handle this or am I?”

“Ari, please-” He slammed his hand against the desk once more, the sound echoing in the office before he turned sharply on his heel and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

[thebluemage]

Coach Lance Tucker 🥇

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU-The Right Stuff, Chapter 6

Word Count: 796            

“No, you need to back off.  That’s my little sister.”

“Steve.”

“Omega,” Bucky warned, his hand riding low on the small of Steve’s back.  The lion shivered but didn’t drop his argument.  Instead, he continued to stare Lance down, the two omegas getting protective over their sides in the conversation, “Steve…”

His cerulean eyes shot to his alpha and theta, and Lance looked to Mini, “help me out here, Min.”

The theta sighed before looking at Steve, “Steve…have you talked to your sister about him?  You know, she is an adult, so it is hers and Lance’s choice, should she be interested in him.”

“I don’t need to,” he growled, glaring back at Lance, “I saw the way he was sniffing around all night at dinner.  Stay away from her, Tucker.  She’s not interested in you.”

“Steve…”

“Theta…my little sister doesn’t date.  She-“

“I just-I want to see if we are mates!” Lance said quickly, unwavering in the quickness of his response, “when we touched, I felt sparks running up my arm, but I couldn’t smell her.  I think it-“

“It’s because she’s a zeta!” Steve began, cutting him off with his own blunt reply, “she doesn’t have a scent because she’s a zeta, you asshole!”

Lance felt his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach, “what?”

“Selena is a zeta!” Bucky repeated, “you won’t be able to smell any specific scent coming off of her, Lance.  Just like she won’t come sniffing around you, or have ruts, or any of it.  Selena is Zeta.  And she doesn’t need some omega or any other designation to come sniffing around, giving her some hope that she has a mate!  She’s not like us!”

“Well she-“

“She doesn’t need to date!” Steve said firmly, turning on his heel towards the back door once more, “she is perfectly fine not dating anyone!  Now hurry up and grab the rest of the stuff for the s’mores before anyone gets suspicious.  I’m not going to let you ruin tonight, Tucker.”

And with that Steve made his way back outside to the party that had shifted from in the house to a fire in the back yard. 

“I’m sorry about Steve, Lance…”

“He gets really protective over Selena…”

“Why?” he asked, upset over the fact that Steve wouldn’t at least talk to him about her, “what’s there to be mad about?”

“Selena…she’s been used a lot,” Bucky admitted slowly, “being a zeta is tough, especially when you come from an all-lion pride.  Steve and Sarah are both omegas, but for Selena to be born a zeta…it’s a pretty shameful thing for a very prideful animal.  Their dad turned to drinking, and their mom works overtime in the hospital.  It’s like if she’s a saint everyone will forget about the fact that she couldn’t give Joe Rogers an alpha child.  And Selena…well she’s had plenty of suitors sniff around and give a lot of empty promises.”

Lance felt his heart beginning to ache for the family.  He looked through the sliding door and Mini put a hand on his arm, “hey…it’s okay, omega…”

“I just-I can feel it in my bones,” Lance sighed, not wanting to let go of the conversation, “nothing has ever felt so right in all my life when I look at her…she’s my mate, guys.”

“Then you should know that she’s already got a son…”

“What?”

“She went to a party when she was a sophomore…they took advantage of her…”

Lance felt like his heart was going to stop, “Wh-what?”

“They drugged her,” Bucky admitted angrily, “four seniors made a tape of it, and she nearly dropped out of the pride’s school.  But it helped her in her trial.  Three years of therapy and no real want to be in college, she’s working as a gymnastics coach for little kids…you ever see a little blonde alpha toddling after her, it’s probably Jeremy.”

“She-she didn’t bring him tonight?”

“She’s very particular about who knows about him…” Bucky frowned, “but if she’s really your mate, you should know that she needs the comfort of a good omega…someone that can make her feel safe.  She’s a good kid…”

“I-I want to be that.”

Bucky sighed once more and he grabbed the stuff for the s’mores, “we’ll keep Steve occupied…Mini was sitting with Sarah and Selena beforehand…”

“Steve will be pissed!” Lance admitted.

“Let us deal with Steve!” Mini said with a soft smile.  She looped her arm through Bucky’s and kissed him on the cheek, “you’re such a good man, James…”

“Thank you…” Lance said softly as he watched them leave the kitchen.  He grabbed himself another beer and with a deep breath he told himself that everything was going to be fine.  And he pushed himself outside towards the party. 

Tag List:  @teambarnes72, @lohnes16, @prokey16

[goalhofer]

2024 Houston Astros Famous Relations

#35 Justin Verlander: Brother of Fox Sports MLB analyst Ben Verlander & husband of model Kate Upton Verlander. #43 Lance McCullers; Jr.: Son of former Calgary Cannons P Lance McCullers. #2 Alex Bregman: Son of former Democratic Party Of New Mexico head Sam Bregman. #16 Grae Kessinger: Grandson of former Chicago White Sox manager Don Kessinger, son of former Geneva Cubs CF Kevin Kessinger & nephew of former University Of Mississippi Rebels baseball assistant coach Robert Kessinger. #3 Jeremy Peña: Son of former Cleveland Indians 2B Gerónimo Peña & cousin of former DSL Pirates 2B Ramses Peña. #30 Kyle Tucker: Brother of former San Diego Padres LF Preston Tucker & brother-in-law of Altoona Curve CF Connor Scott. Manager Josue Espada: Brother-in-law of Baltimore Orioles manager Brandon Hyde. 1B coach Dave Clark: Brother of Los Angeles Chargers director of personnel Louis Clark. 3B coach Gary Pettis: Brother of St. Louis Cardinals scout Stacey Pettis, father of actor Kyler Pettis and Chicago Bears WR Dante Pettis & uncle of former St. Louis Rams WR Austin Pettis. Assistant hitting coach Troy Snitker: Son of Atlanta Braves manager Brian Snitker.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

All To Myself » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Boyfriend!Lance Tucker x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Lance doesn’t care who sees just as long as he has Y/N all to himself.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, window sex, praise kink, spanking, hair pulling, Lance’s tattoo, pet names (baby, baby girl)

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Lance were making out as he bursted through the motel room door with you in his arms. He kicked the door shut, pushing you further into the room. You pulled away from him to strip yourself from your clothes. Lance watched with hungry eyes. You were about to take your red lace panties off, but Lance stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on. You look fucking hot in ‘em.” Lance says.

You watched as Lance took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room and took off his track pants and boxers. You licked your lips at the sight of his tattoo and hard cock. You approached him, your fingertips traced his tattoo.

“You gonna fuck me, Coach Tucker?” You asked seductively.

“You know it, baby.” He almost whispers. “Go to the window.” He orders.

You walked over to the window and leaned against the small window ledge, waiting for further instructions. Lance approached you, towering over you. He yanked opened the curtains and turned you around, almost manhandling you.

“Are you going to be a good girl for your Coach, baby girl?” He asks.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Coach.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

Lance rubbed his fingers over your wet panties before pushing them to the side, rubbing his fingers between your wet folds. You moaned and grinded your pussy against his fingers only for you to earn a smack on your ass.

“Patience, baby.” Lance says.

Lance lined his cock at your tight entrance, rubbing his tip between your folds teasingly, making you whine.

“Lance!” You whined.

“What is it, baby? Tell your Coach what you want.” He says.

“Fuck me.” You say.

Lance didn’t need to be told twice. He slid his cock in your pussy in one thrust, making you gasp loudly.

“Oh my god!” You moaned loudly.

Lance’s hands found their place on your hips and began pounding your pussy. You placed your hands on the window in front of you to keep yourself from falling.

“Always so god damn tight for me.” Lance groans, smacking your ass.

The sting from the spank felt good. Once of Lance’s hands left your hips and grasped a handful of your hair, pulling you back so your back was against his chest. His lips found your neck and began marking you up. His other hand left your hips, finding its way to your clit and began rubbing it in circles causing your eyes to nearly roll to the back of your head.

“You like that, baby?” He asks.

“Mmm fuck yes!” You moaned.

Your attention was briefly directed to the person walking in the parking lot outside of your motel room.

“Lance!” You say with a moan.

“Yea, baby?” Lance asks.

“Th-There’s someone in the parking lot.” You say, trying to remind him that the curtains are wide open.

“What’s your point, baby girl?” He asks.

“He can see us!” You say.

“Let him see.” He says.

Lance’s hand left your hair, placing it on your shoulder and shoved you forward against the window, a small thud could be heard from outside of the motel room when you hit it. The man walking to his motel room noticed and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Is he looking?” Lance asks.

“Y-Yes.” You moaned, making brief eye contact with the man as he went inside of his motel room.

“Good.” He smirks. “I don’t care if he sees cause I have you all to myself.” He practically growls.

Your pussy clenched around his cock after he said that.

“Oh you like that, don’t you, baby girl?” Lance chuckles. “You like the thought of someone seeing me fuck you?” He asks.

You moaned and nodded.

“Me too.” He moans.

Lance looks down, watching his cock disappear inside of your pussy which was glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck.” He moans.

A high pitched moan left your lips when his tip hit your sweet spot.

“Right there!” You moaned in almost a scream.

Lance continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers quickened their rubbing against your clit causing your orgasm start to build up. Your jaw dropped, your breath fogging up the window.

“Lance, I’m—” A moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Lance asks.

“Yes, fuck!” You moaned.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Soak your Coach’s cock.” He says.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came hard. Your cum soaked your panties and dripped in between your thighs and Lance’s lower abdomen and front of his thighs.

“That’s fucking hot.” Lance moans.

One of his hands slammed against the window to brace himself. A loud moan of your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. You two stood there panting and all sweaty with his cock still inside of you.

“How do you feel, baby?” Lance asks.

“Amazing.” You say, placing your forehead against the cool window.

“Amazing enough to go for a round 2?” He asked, placing kisses along your upper back.

“Fuck yes.” You say.

Nonetheless to say that the night didn’t go to waste, but you two did get a warning for a noise complaint that you guys could care less about.

🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅

-Bucky’s Doll

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Lance Tucker is from a movie called The Bronze. He's really gross & misogynistic in it. But it has a sex scene in it, so when it premiered the Stans went WILD over it. lol. the movie was from 2015? i think. he's a Gymnast Coach in it.

thank you, for always, always, enjoying my fics <3 you keep me sane in these trying times lol

Lonely Punches (Boxer!Lance Tucker)

Summary: Even after all of his winnings, the fame and the glory, Lance only wants a woman to love him for his true being.

Warnings: none? maybe swearing? but it's Lance Tucker ffs.

WC: 400ish

A/N: I've been relocating a lot of my older works from tumblr/GDocs. Didn't think i actually still had this saved lol.

Read on ao3

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Punch after punch, Lance landed with ease at tow. He was virtually undefeated, winning tournaments and cash from all over the states. People cheered him on from all corners of the country. He could hardly peek out of his front door to grab the newspaper without a fan of his fainting.

He loved it, truly; the glitz and glamour, the glory of it all. He could have whatever he wanted in life. Hell, he practically had it all. The one thing he missed, however, the one thing he never seemed to be able to keep a firm grasp on, however, was a woman to love properly. 

Sure, the man had one-night stands and gave women from all over the place a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with him. Hell, he ever held auctions for a chance with him at least twice a year. But he knew he was lonely. 

There were times, such as after a win from a fight, that he would look into the crowd around him and wish beyond everything that he could see a beautiful woman running to him and being in love with him as a person and not for the fame and fortune that he held tightly.

“Stop your mopin’, old man.” Hope snapped him out of his thoughts as she slapped a palm on the bar's surface before her.

“Hope, you’ve known me for a long time, right?” Lance asked quietly, running a finger around the rim of the beer glass before him. At her nod, he leaned forward slightly. “Then why can’t I find a girl worthy enough of my time? One that doesn’t just want me for fame?”

“Ask yourself, Tucker.” She shrugged. “Maybe people are scared of your talent, and maybe they’re scared of a scandal.”

“Who could love a violent machine like me?” He frowned, mainly speaking to himself, though Hope heard him loud and clear.

“I have a friend that’s not from around here.” She announced. “She’s coming to visit me tomorrow morning. She’s staying for a while. Maybe I can talk to her about hanging out with you. She doesn’t watch boxing, so she doesn’t know much about you.”

“Much?” he asked, brow lifted.

“She’s also been lonely, and I told her some things about you. She seems interested. Try not to fuck it up.”

He chuckled despite the loneliness in the pit of his stomach. He knew he could trust Hope’s judgement in character, and he knew the girl would be good for him.

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please don't hesitate to reblog!

[lancetucker-anon]

Hello! I’ve been role playing for years and haven’t had to lay down any rules, but I guess there’s a first time for everything so, here goes!

These are the rules for interaction. Please abide by them or you will be blocked.

I am an adult. Therefore, I will not interact with anyone that is not. 18+ only. Please don’t try to skate around this. I’ve been doing this long enough to know early on if you’re not. This is a hard stop and will get you fast tracked to being blocked!

Please send an ask or a DM to start an interaction. No need to send several, I will respond. Want to stay anon, assign yourself an emoji. Taken ones: 🕳 🐺

I love getting asks. Send them my way!

At this time I can no longer do interactions with Littles. I have to be in the right headspace for it, and it hasn't been there for a while. I love you all, I just can’t be what you need to give you the proper love and attention you deserve.

Consent is huge with me! Do not assume I’m okay with any storyline. Come into my DM’s first so we can talk.

I will not do NSFW interactions on dash. Slide into my DM’s and we’ll talk. I don’t mind flirtatious behavior but will not engage in NSFW. This is non negotiable.

Wednesday nights will be Coaches Ask Hour. Send in any ask, no holds barred. I will announce it on dash prior to as a reminder.

Hate of any kind will not be tolerated. Game over! Buh-bye!

Those are the rules. Follow them and we’ll get along fine. You do not want to fuck with me, otherwise.

🥇Lance Tucker

Tags:

#God of Gymnastics 🤸

#Gold medal asks🥇

[sebastiansluts]

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

Hi!!! I hope you like this!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

For the college series, too bad gym class isn’t a thing because you could add Lance Tucker (who’s already basically a dark character in canon), but idk who else haha

Could be a coach or health science. However, I don't know that character very well.