#lance Tucker fanfic

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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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[sarahowritesostucky]

*This poll will be graded on a curve of sorts to offset imbalances in fandom size: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes will receive a 20% deduction from their final vote count, to even out the playing field due to fandom exposure. If you disagree with my methods, well ... too bad 😁

[abbatoirablaze]

Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of being drugged, manipulation, coercion/manipulative sex, unprotected sex/smut, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting/spining, a/b/o sex, filmed noncon sex, morally grey characters.

The party was raging on around Princess and Ransom.  He’d returned in a sour mood a few hours before it started, growling on about how Harlan wouldn’t just tell him what he wanted to know.  And Princess, feeling neglected, just had to poke the sleeping panther. 

“Just forget about her, Hughie…”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Ransom growled at the needy omega.  Princess whimpered and his jaw clenched, “I’ve already left Linda a message…when she finally decides to pick up her phone you all are going to have a lot of explaining to do…you all tricked me.  Made me think it was you instead of-“

“Instead of Bunny!” she finished, shooting him a glare, “yeah.  Because Linda couldn’t let Bunny ever be the one who fucked up.  The news killed our father, and she blamed me.  She was always the perfect fucking angel…but you’re mine, Ransom.  Not hers.  You shouldn’t have even been in her roo-“

“SHE’S MY MATE!” the alpha roared, finally losing his composure, “TAKE WHATEVER IT IS YOU THINK I OWE YOU, AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, PRINCESS.  YOU MANIPULATED ME INTO THINKING THAT KINGSTON WAS OURS.  THAT YOU WERE MY MATE INSTEAD OF BUNNY!  YOU AND LINDA.  I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DRIVE BACK HERE!  YOU MADE HER STOP HANGING AROUND ME WHEN YOU TWO STARTED PRESENTING.  YOU MADE IT SO THAT SHE SPENT ALL OF HER TIME WITH MY MOM AND THAT I WAS STUCK WITH YOU!”

“You wanted my attention, Ransom…whether you’re willing to admit it, or not…”she huffed.

“Well, I’ve realized that I wanted the wrong twin all along!” he spat, “now just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone until Linda comes and picks you up!”

“Hey doll, what’s got you lookin’ so sad, huh?” Bucky asked as he watched the needy omega glare at Ransom, “you and big brother having a little fight?”

“We heard you two arguing this afternoon while we were setting up,” Steve frowned sympathetically as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “are you okay?”

“He can be so cruel sometimes!” she whimpered tipsily, looking between the two strong alphas, “it’s always about Bunny…I just want to be good enough for once.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Pronge offered, walking up to the brothers and her.  She sniffled and he handed her his own red solo cup, taking her empty one off of her, “if he can’t see that, then he’s as dumb an alpha as can be…”

“Yeah…” she sniffled, taking a long, heavy drink from the cup.  She went to hand it back, but Pronge only shook his head.

“Keep it, sweetheart…better yet���I can grab us some more…and we can head up to my room?  You don’t need to be around all this garbage…you just need some alphas that want to pamper you,” he offered, shooting his brothers a wink when she nodded, taking another drink.  Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, “we can all sit down and listen to you tell us all about what a mean alpha old Ransom is…how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

“O-Okay…” she sniffled allowing Pronge to lead her up to his room, “you know what the worst thing about it is?”

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

“I gave him my virginity,” she whimpered sadly, “and it’s like it didn’t even matter.”

“What a shame!” Steve added in as they started up the stairs, “that asshole…”

“I know,” she huffed, “I-I just had sex with him not even last week too…I’ve never been spined or anything, so it was new…and my pussy hurt so bad after because nothings ever been in there.”

“You’ve never…played with yourself?” Bucky asked curiously.

She shook her head, whimpering against Pronge’s shoulder, “even in heat…Linda always said that it was wrong so I-I’ve never-“

“Aww, it’s okay, kitten…we’ve got you!”

Steve raised his brow and Pronge shot him another wink, mouthing ‘heat powder.’

Steve smiled, leading her into Pronge’s room.  That’s when he noticed just how she was acting.  She was shifting around like her clothes were too itchy, and a thin line of sweat appeared at her hairline.  She took another few sips of the beer before putting it down on his desk, “is it hot in here to you guys?”

“Probably just you not used to the alcohol…you know what you need to do?”

“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”

“Oh he’s just grabbing us some more beer,” Steve smiled, “but you know…Pronge’s right…you’re so new to partying, you’re probably not used to the beer…if you’re feeling hot, you could always take off your dress…”

“Wh-what?” she giggled, “but then I would only be in my underwear…”

“I-I think one of my old girlfriends left one of her skirts and a top…might be more…comfortable…” Pronge offered with a shrug, “that dress looks really uncomfortable…”

She frowned at the suggestion.  She hadn’t thought about just how the fabric felt, but thinking about it, it did seem a little itchy on her skin.

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, not at all, sweetheart!” Pronge smiled, already reaching for the schoolgirl outfit that he’d had from his various roleplaying outfits that he’d film his exes in, “you know what though…that underwear might be uncomfortable too…might as well just…take that off…”

“Y-yeah…” she said nervously, “I am feeling a little…uncomfortable with them on.  Thanks”

Bucky walked in with fresh beers, not bothering to close the door behind himself.  The men smiled as she took the schoolgirl outfit and began stripping down.  Already, the instant heat powder was working its magic.  Her nipples were pebbled, and the boys could smell her slick. 

Bucky growled and another wave of slick collected at her entrance.  She turned around, the outfit snugly fitting her.  Her breasts could nearly be seen through the thin white material of the shirt, and the skirt barely covered the round globes of her ass.  She bent slightly back to the desk for the cup and the three men growled, seeing her slick sex on display. 

But it was Bucky who had already unzipped and dropped his jeans.  His hardened length stood at attention as he started in behind her.  She yelped, nearly dropping her cup as Bucky’s large, calloused hands ensnared her hips.

“Bu-Bucky…”

“Shhhh…relax, pretty kitten…this dog’s got a bone to bury…deep in your perfectly wet little cunt.”

Another wave of slick poured from her entrance.  Bucky smirked as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock already collecting some of her wetness.

“I-I’ve never-“

“Let us think for you,” Bucky alpha commanded, “just relax and take our cocks like a good little needy omega…”

“O-okay…”

“Steve…you get her mouth…”

“With pleasure,” the blonde smiled, licking his lips.  Princess moaned when Steve appeared in front of her, “get on the bed, sweetheart…Buck and I are going to make you forget all about Drysdale.”

Princess was a mess. 

She’d been used up by Steve and Bucky, but they weren’t the only ones.

No one had bothered to close the door, and from downstairs, most of the frat brothers could smell the woman in heat; artificial or otherwise. 

So, when the alphas came up and saw her getting spit-roasted by Barnes and Rogers, they started lining up. 

She’d been at the house for nearly a week and was only meeting some of his frat brothers when they decided they were going to have a turn with her. 

Princesses eyes rolled into the back of her head as Curtis’ knot inflated inside of her pussy, his cum painting her walls, just like Barnes’ did before him.  She was panting as she needily rode him, the knot tugging at her entrance. 

Curtis growled, his nails creating crescent moons on her hips, that was sure to create bruises in the morning.

Princess was fucking herself on his knot, taking every ounce of his seed that she could get. 

Meanwhile, the man who had started it all, Pronge, was eagerly allowing his frat brothers to line up, encouraging them all to take a turn with Drysdales’ sister while he filmed it. 

Curtis growled as another alpha stalked over, “Wanna see how much she can handle?”

“Fuck off Storm!”

“Then get out of her pussy,” the playboy smirked, “me and Colin wanna have a go…and either you lay down on the bed and we take her throat and ass, or you clear out…”

He gave another growl but pulled his half-hard cock out of her with a harsh tug, his knot giving a hefty popping noise as he left her cunt a sopping mess, “enjoy sloppy thirds…asshats.”

Johnny didn’t care though. 

“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”

“Mouth, all day, baby,” he smirked, “see if she can handle me while my knot hits the back of her throat…”

“Anyone cool with taking her cunt while I take her ass and Colin takes her mouth?”

Another one of their brothers, Lance Tucker stepped forward, “you guys know I’m always up for some gymnastics…”

“Please,” Princess whimpered, her fingers already buried knuckle deep in her pussy as she tried to hit another orgasm.  Her back arched and the three alphas growled, seeing her pussy already fucked raw, her clit swollen and heavy, and her body covered in a thin glossy sheen, “need you alpha…alphas…please…give me your knots…”

“God, I love college,” Johnny smirked, picking Princess up as though she weighed nothing.  Lance  grinned, already stripping down, as he laid on the bed.  Princess whimpered watching as he gave his hardened length a few good pumps, “ready, Tucker?”

“C’mere omega…” he growled seductively.  The omega shivered, and the boys smelled a fresh wave of slick collecting at her entrance, mixing with her two previous partners’ cum, “gonna show you who the god of this pussy is now…”

Johnny helped place her on him, impaling her with his cock.  The omega panther moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself being filled by his length, “Alpha…”

“Ready for another cock, baby?”

Princess nodded eagerly as Colin kneeled on the bed, his length almost out of her reach.  She whimpered, opening her mouth, “Please alpha…need…need it all...”

She yelped, shooting up when she felt Johnny behind her, his cock tapping against her ass.  But it was Lance who growled, pulling her back down onto his length, hard and fast.  She nearly howled out, half in pleasure half in pain from being slammed down on his cock. 

Colin took advantage of her mouth being opened, and grabbed her by the hair, only to fill the open hole with his own cock.  She nearly choked as he bucked hard into her mouth, not bothering with any foreplay. As she caught her breath, Johnny wasted no time in collecting some of the slick from her thighs and spreading it over the head of his cock. 

And without warning, he slammed into her, stretching her virginal rosebud around his own girthy length. 

“Oh, fuck, omega,” Johnny growled as he seated himself in her ass.  He bucked his hips gently, sending her forward on Colin’s length.  He slapped her ass and Lance growled again as he pulled her back towards Johnny and himself, “we’re gonna have fun with you alright.”

Everything hurt. 

Her jaw felt sore. 

Her pussy felt raw.

Her ass felt like it was torn in two.

And her head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. 

Princess whimpered as the light trailed in through the window.  As she raised her arm to try to block out some of the light, she realized that the pain extended to her joints as well.  Opening her eyes, she noticed the bruises on her hips and arms. 

But worst of all, she felt an unbearable pain in her neck.  Her fingers reached up, and her mouth opened in a horrified gasp.

She’d had a brand new mating mark in place of the one that she’d gotten removed.

And worst of all, she didn’t remember who she’d gotten it from.

Chapter 8

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @prokey16, @magnificentsaladllama

[blackwood4stucky]

To be honest

I ship any and all iterations of evanstan, with my latest obsession being Lloyd Hansen/Steve Kemp. I need that

[mypalbuck]

Giving this a little boost again since it’s been a hot minute.

MYPALBUCK’S MASTERLIST

a compilation of fluff, angst, comedy, tropes and alternate universes. please note that I don’t write smut.    ➯ check my pinned to see if requests are open    ➯ i write for marvel/sony characters and misc characters played by the mcu cast!

➯ if I haven’t yet written for a character you were hoping to request for, pls shoot me an ask and if I’ve watched what they’re in I’m really happy to write for them :) I AM TAKING NO WAY HOME REQUESTS :)

last updated: 24/12/21

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[craigzzzzz]

‼️INTRODUCTION POST‼️

Hi! My name’s Craig! Let me tell you some stuff about myself!

Name: Craig/Lance (I usually go by Craig online, but sometimes I go by Lance)

Age: not saying 🤫

Gender: Bi-gender

Pronouns: he/star/she/zer/zim/craig/craigself

Sexuality: Pansexual and Polyamorous

Relationship status: Taken ❤️

Hobbies: Drawing, reading, listening to music, watching South Park, watching YouTube, writing fanfics, sleeping, gaming, running, swimming, diving (I’m on the dive team lol), and some other stuff I forgot lol.

Fandoms: South Park, Dead Plate, Cold Front, Elevator Hitch, Eloquent Countenance, Komi Can’t communicate, Vocaloid/Hatsune Miku, Genshin Impact, Furry Fandom, FNAF, and Gacha (I have a YT channel where I make gacha tweening and South Park content!)

Favorite music genres: Indie Rock, Alt Rock, Metal, Punk Rock, Punk Pop, Electronic/Dance, Scenecore, hyperpop, and TrapMetal.

Favorite music artists/bands: Mitski, Weezer, Odetari, 6arelyhuman, Rebzyyx, Hatsune Miku, Green Day, Deftones, My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Linkin Park, Radiohead, SlipKnot, and Blink-182. (I might have forgotten some lol)

Favorite video games: Dead Plate, Cold Front, Elevator Hitch, Eloquent Countenance, Genshin Impact, Roblox, Minecraft, South Park: Phone Destroyer, Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage/Project Sekai, BitLife, Little Alchemy 2, and FNAF.

Other information: I’m Catholic, I love space and stars (I’m also in a friend group called “The Stars Forever Group”), I have ADHD (inattentive, I’ve been diagnosed since 1st grade), I have BPD (Diagnosed in 7th Grade), I have Anxiety (Diagnosed in 3rd Grade), I have Bipolar disorder (Bipolar 1, diagnosed in 7th grade), I have panic disorder (diagnosed in 5th grade), I’m a Fictionkin (Craig Tucker from South Park if you couldn’t tell already lol), I can’t detect tone that well, so please use tone tags when talking with me, I’m a writer (I’m currently working on 3 books right now!), I make bracelets (usually for myself, but sometimes I give some to my friends and family), I’m a polyglot (I speak 5 languages, English, Spanish, Japanese, Italian, and Russian), I’m a furry, I’m a quadrobist (I’m NOT a therian), I like the scene and alt aesthetics, and I also have a YouTube channel! (Here’s the link: https://youtube.com/@blu3b3rryjam25?si=r-yrqJiYBaQV8sDp)

I might not post a lot on here lol, but I’ll try to post occasionally!

That’s all I have to say for now, thanks for checking out my account!

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Vera I'm so sorry you are still shadowbanned! I wish tumblr would get their stuff together.

For the fanfic writer's asks: 1,5,12,25,55,69,71

Hope you have fun answering them <3

Hi, yeah the shadowban is….ugh, annoying. Definitely annoying.

Thank you for the questions!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Oh wow…I think I daydream more than I write. I daydream all the time and I’m pretty sure half the stuff that’s in my head I’ve never even started writing. But if I finally start writing then I’m not stopping till it’s done lol

I’ll sit the next few days on a one shot or chapter or whatever and I need to finish it. 😂😂

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Fuck I- I don’t know

Let’s see

The au’s with @jamneuromain “broken bones and broken hearts” ( Steve Rogers x reader) & “together or not at all” (Steve Rogers x reader, Nick Gant x reader, Johnny storm x reader, Jake Jensen x reader) in the second one is a lot ready and there’s also a loooot of smut lol just so y’all know

Then there’s “drownin siren” Steve Rogers x mermaid reader

I’ve planned a sub!mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader one shot

A meet-cute for Stucky!! Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

I have a Lloyd Hansen x reader smut Drabble ( ready to post actually)

Oh Noise pt 3, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader smut, which is nearly finished [ pt 1 is here pt 2 here ]

I’m planning a grumpy!roommate!Curtis x reader au :) but haven’t started one this one yet

Oh god there’s also pretty boy pt 2, sub!Steve Rogers x reader smut [ pt 1 is here ]

Omg i still have more; mean!dom!steve Rogers x villain!(sub)reader

Is it weird that I’m already planning my kinktober list? But yeah I’m doing that too

I have also a pt two to the Lance tucker shot “stretch you (out)” that I think I haven’t posted yet?

I’m working on so many things rn fuck I hadn’t noticed until now

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

Sometimes yes, I definitely some background stories and I like planning how every character met or if they had any relationships before with them etc

Definitely also about their family history or school

But I don’t think more than that

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I love making moodboards hahhahaha

I like writing because of all the possibilities i have!

And also interacting with people. I know many people don’t leave feedback and that’s okay BUT when i finally see Someone comment or reblog something even with just a emoji or gif I’m in heaven. It makes me so so happy to talk about my work or answer questions. Idk, I just love interacting with others. I’d say im really shy in rl and it’s just so much better on tumblr. Here I feel like I found my people and I can be myself:)

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

“He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush”

I use this often or always the -ing verb form

I feel like there’s also always some kind of misunderstanding? There are definitely a few oneshots and fics with this trope

There was something else I wanted to addd but I forgot what

69. What are your favorite fic at the moment?

Ohhhh I love “in the snow” By @postmodernmulticoloredcloak

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Id say it depends on the day. Sometimes I’m writing all day long and the next day I’m reading all the time:)

Thank you for all these questions!!!!! Love you!!!!!!

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the bronze rewatch is due i fear i miss lance tucker bad

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SUMMARY - Bucky , your boyfriend ,who has been abroad for a week catches you masturbating to the movie ‘The Bronze’. (you know the infamous gymnastic sex scene )

A/N - This fic needed more work than usual so Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much babe. 

WARNINGS- Masturbation , unprotected sex ( pls practice safe sex guys), maybe a little embarrassment. (also lot less curses , but still a few . I can’t help it .)

(but I do .) 

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⛓kinktober 2021- massage⛓

—so put your hands on my body...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Lance Tucker x woc!reader

Summary: His hands are too good, but you can't get enough of them on you.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: general language warning, massage, accidental stimulation, Lance Tucker (he's a warning), Lance tucker's filthy mouth, fingering, squirting, pet names (kitten)

A/N: Day six of kinktober is here my freaks and fiends. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me.. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

“You know this might work better if you took your top off. Can’t really feel what I’m doing with this thick shirt in the way.” He commented, hiding the sly smirk from your sight when you rolled carefully onto your side to peer up at him in suspicion. “What? I’m just saying! I’m not gonna try anything, I just wanna make sure I get you sorted out so you stop taking my fucking head off every five seconds.” Lance insists, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. You sigh, you know you’ve been in a mood all day because of the painful knot in your neck, and finally you’ve agreed to let Lance work the kink out for you if only so you’d stop snapping at him every time he walked into a room.

You don’t buy it, and you know better than to trust Lance “the fucker” Tucker not to try something. That doesn’t stop you from slowly sitting up and pulling your shirt over your head to leave you in just a bra. You don’t miss the way Lance’s gaze darts lower to look at your breasts and you just roll your eyes before laying back down on the table to let him work his hands over you. “You better be as good as you claim to be, because if this is just an excuse to feel me up I’m going to kick you right in the Olympic jewels.” You threaten, only to hear Lance’s laughter over you. You know he is, you’ve heard his athletes talk about how he can work miracles with his hands. Doesn’t mean you can’t do your best to burst his bubble whenever you get the chance to make him actually work to impress you.

“Trust me, kitten. You’re not gonna want me to stop once I get started...ugh you mind undoing that for me. I don’t wanna hear you bitching about me messing with it while I work my magic.” He replies, and you debate it for a moment before huffing in annoyance and reaching behind you to unhook your bra. You can practically feel the self-satisfied grin on his lips when he finally reaches out to work his calloused hands against your bare skin. You shudder at the feeling of his touch, biting down on your bottom lip to quiet the little moan that damn near slips out of you. It felt good over your shirt, but without the barrier of fabric you can’t deny that his touch feels even better. Lance presses his thumbs against the right spot, kneading at the tight muscles. You groan again, cursing under your breath when he focuses in on that spot. It hurts, but it hurts in a good way that finally makes a little moan eek its way out of you.

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you.” He teases, and you grumble under your breath, shoulders sagging in relief once the knot is finally massaged out. You know you should stop him now, especially when you feel his hands sliding further down your back. Something about his calloused hands just feels too good, and you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop just yet. You’re starting to get it, all that praise that his athlete’s give him makes sense. Lance is thorough, taking his time to test this spot and that and finding ones that you didn’t even know were a problem until he gets to them. It really does feel good, too good, and you can already feel yourself being lulled into a state of relaxation that makes you a little too compliant.

The sigh that exhales out of you isn’t intentional, but it gives Lance the perfect opening to push for just a little more from you. “You know,” he starts, “you’re still feeling a little tense, kitten. Seems like you shoulda let me take care of you sooner than this.” He tsks, hands sliding to your lower back to work at another knot of muscle that you were vaguely aware of. You try to focus, though you’re keenly aware of your breathing getting a little heavier when you feel how his fingers tease at your lower back.

“What are you suggesting, Lance?” You question, keeping your tone as innocent as possible but when another satisfied sound escapes you roll your eyes. It’s a natural reaction, you tell yourself. If something feels good it’s not uncommon for a person to respond vocally to it, you reason while doing your best to ignore the brief fluttering between your thighs.

“I’m suggesting a full body massage,” He can see that you’re about to try and resist so he rushes to try to convince you to give in before you can shoot him down. “trust me...you’ll be so relaxed by the time I’m done that I’ll have to carry you out of here.” He promises, and you hum in thought as you weigh the pros and cons of falling into that trap. You figure you’re still mostly immune to the effects of being this close to him, and you haven’t had a good full body massage in a while. If Lance is offering one then perhaps just this once you can indulge in it.

“I suppose it could help, I have been pretty tense lately.” You concede, doing your best not to complain too much when you feel Lance’s hands slipping down to the waistband of your pants. To his credit, you suppose, he only works you out of them and leaves your underwear in place. You pants and comfortable flats, join your discarded shirt and Lance takes a moment to simply admire your barely dressed form.

“Cute underwear.” He teases, trailing the rough pads of his fingers over one of your ankles slowly, making you shiver. “Wait here, I got just the thing to help you relax.” He says before stepping away to rifle through his gym bag to pull out a bottle of oil. He squeezes out a bit and then he sets to work. He works out the tight muscles of your calves with slow and methodical motions, then he inches higher and teases his fingers against the backs of your knees. It’s a spot that you don’t expect to be so sensitive, but the longer Lance lingers there the more you can feel yourself wanting to squirm.

You almost breathe out a sigh of relief when he moves on to focus on your thighs. The way his hands glide over you, and his fingers press into just the right spots makes you keen from behind your teeth. You feel how his every touch has gooseflesh prickling up over you, and he’s got you so lost in how good his hands feel working against your muscles that you don’t register how intense the tingling ache between your thighs has gotten until you feel how your panties are starting to cling to your folds. You curse yourself internally, chewing your bottom lip and think that maybe you should tell him that you’ve had enough even though you know you really haven’t. You’re relieved again when he lets his hands slide over the swell of your ass to knead at the muscles of your back again.

That relief is short lived, because when he speaks next you know you’re caught. “Still think I’m not good at this?” He questions, and you narrow your eyes slightly. “Because these cute panties are starting to cling to you.” He tells you, and you swallow thickly as you do your best not to squirm, but you can’t help it when his fingertips move back down to your thighs and dig into supple flesh and knead away at the softness there as he massages the soothing oil into your muscles. “Relax, kitten.” He coos, fingers inching dangerously high on your inner thigh. “I promised I’d take care of you and help you work out all that tension,” you can feel a finger ghosting over you through the damp fabric and you gasp out his name though you aren’t sure if it's a warning or a plea. “Just think of it as a different type of massage.” He whispers, testing the waters and dragging his finger more firmly over the damp fabric covering your core. When you don’t launch into a series of colorful threats he takes it as a sign to give you more, and begins to slowly stroke at you through the fabric.

You can’t help but moan, the sound coming out strained from behind your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s teasing you, and you know it but you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. You feel too good and he’s gotten you so worked up that you don’t even care that you have most definitely let Lance talk you into this compromising position. Your hips try to press down more against his stroking fingers, but he makes sure to keep his touch just firm enough to taunt you with the promise of something more and you can’t stop yourself from whining in frustration. He chuckles, his other hand sliding slowly up the length of your spine until you can feel his hand against the back of your neck. You moan, muffling the sound with a hand only to feel him yanking your head back by a grip that he’s gotten on your pony tail. You gasp, back arching just enough to accommodate the way he’s making your head rear back.

“Kitten, you’re gonna have to speak up. Can’t hear you when you try to keep yourself quiet like that.” You grit your teeth, mouth falling open with a huff of frustration. “Tell me what you need.” He demands, and it’s the first time you’ve heard him sound so authoritative. It goes straight to your pussy and before you know it you’re saying words that you never thought you’d utter to him in a million years.

“Mmm, Lance...touch me, please touch me.” You breathe the words, hands gripping the edge of the table while you hope he doesn’t decide to just keep teasing you. You almost cry out in relief when you feel him pulling your panties to the side and pressing two fingers into your tight hole. Your eyes almost roll back, a loud moan crawling its way out of your throat at the feeling of his digits stretching you.

“Look at you, already making a mess on my fingers.” He says, fingers pumping in and out of you slowly until you're whimpering for him. “That what you need, or do you think you can handle one more?” The prospect of him giving you more makes you clench around him, and you nod as best you can with his other hand still pulling your head back by your ponytail.

“M-more…” You stutter out through panting breaths. Lance smirks, and you can feel him working a third finger into you, you curse loudly at the added stretch. “Fuck!..feels so good.” You know you’re being loud, but it’s only you two left in the gym and you can’t bring yourself to try and keep quiet any longer. Especially when his fingers start to stroke and explore your fluttering walls as if Lance were searching for something. It’s not until his fingers touch against that sweet spot inside you that your hips jerk and you let out a loud cry.

“That’s the spot, huh?” He laughs, already knowing the answer. He takes no time at all to zero in on it and let his fingers plunge roughly in and out of your core until you're dripping, and you can hear the lewd squelching of your juices as he targets that spot inside you. Your palm smacks against the table, and you can’t quiet your loud moans and cries of pleasure as Lance shows you just how well he knows how to use his hands. Your hips raise up off of the table that Lance has you laid out on, and it only gives him a better angle to drive his fingers into you. “Don’t fight it, kitten. Just let it go. Let go for me.”

You don’t know why but his words are like a trigger for you, and can’t help the way you cum for him right then and there trembling with a wordless cry as your juices gush out of you. You soak his hand, and he makes sure to keep fucking his fingers into you until he’s sure he’s gotten every drop out of you. He lets go of your ponytail to let you rest your head, and your hips collapse against the table with a wet smack when they land in the puddle that he’s coaxed out of you. You can’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed, all you feel is relaxed and blissful as the post orgasm high begins to settle in.

Feeling his fingers slide out of you, you stir just enough to turn your head to peer up at Lance who’s unashamedly licking his fingers clean of your essence. “Next time I’m making you do that on my mouth.” He tells you, and you know you should tell him to keep dreaming, but you just can’t help but wonder if his mouth is just as good as his hands after what you’ve just experienced.

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Can't stop swooning! ❤️❤️😍😍

Be Mine

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 1462 Warnings: fluff, implied sexy times

Summary: Lance surprises you on Valentine’s Day

Lance loves quiet mornings like these; before the day has begun, before he needs to think about work, before his children wake from their dreams, when the morning allows for peaceful silence where he can focus his attention solely on you.

Whether you’re bodies are curved together with your back against his chest, or your head rests comfortably against him, Lance loves to wake up and watch you. He watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, listening to your steady breaths.

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[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, The Right Stuff Master List

This series is completed! ✔️

Lance Tucker is a dutiful omega, who is unwilling to break the norms. His life was all set out in front of him.

And all he had to do was follow his alpha's lead.

But then he met her.

And he knew that he couldn't just walk away from his true mate.

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[badassbuchanan]

Taking Care of Needs

Request: Omg if you start writing for Lance and ransom I would love you forever! I absolutely love them!

Warnings: smut; non!con (kind of), dom!sub vibes, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, reader IS of age, rough, semi-public.

Word Count: 4725

A/N: okay so Lance is really fun to write for - requests and taglist are open!

The gymnasium had emptied out as the argument between me and Coach Tucker continued. It should’ve been a simple conversation. All I was asking for was extra access to the gym so that I could practice a little more each day. Something that I thought would’ve made Lance proud, or at least happy.

But, in true Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker fashion, he didn’t do what I expected him to do. Oh no, he shut the idea down straight away, with no reasonable explanation. Other than him doing it just to take advantage of his authority, of course.

“I’m not asking for a lot,” I crossed my arms sassily with a frown, looking at my coach who’d closed his eyes in frustration. He was just as tired of this conversation that was going around in circles, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down first. “But if you want me to get better-“

“This isn’t about you getting better,” He argued with an underlying anger in his voice, hands on his hips. “This is about you wanting more attention that the other girls.”

“Oh come on,” I rolled my eyes, watching as he mirrored my arms-crossed stance. His cockiness pissed me off. Standing there with his stupidly perfect face. How dare he tell me what I wanted. “You can’t seriously believe that’s why I’m asking.”

He shrugged sarcastically, lifting his hand before slapping it back down against his forearm. Lance turned on his heels to walk away from me before I could respond, obviously over the conversation. He knew I was aggravated, he was just trying to wind me up even more for his own amusement.

“Lance, you’re not listening to me.” I responded as my blood began to boil, almost bouncing out of frustration as I followed him into his office. “Do you want to see me fail? I need the extra time to be on my best game.”

He scoffed as he walked around to the back of his desk, adjusting some papers that were carelessly scattered on the surface. He was done giving me his time of day, he’d given me his answer and he expected me to listen. 

“I’m your coach, Y/N. You need what I tell you to need.” His voice was unsettlingly calm now. Lance was known for being a hot head. For lashing out and being dramatic. But he was quiet. Full of a dominance that dripped in confidence. It was like witnessing a calm before a storm. 

“Well then maybe I should find myself a coach that understands my needs.” I snapped childishly. I knew it wasn’t going to go down well. No one spoke back to Coach Tucker. Everyone loved Coach Tucker. Everyone was scared of Coach Tucker. Everyone had a crush on Coach Tucker. Which meant he always got his own way.

His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched as he looked at me like I was his prey. His whole body stilled as a dangerous thought entered his mind. I felt suddenly nervous and aroused under his stare as he walked around the side of the table closest to me. 

“This isn't about extra time in the gym at all, is it?” His eyebrow raised as his ass leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his toned body covered in the navy olympic sweater. 

I stayed silent, my teeth clenched in aggravation as I watched a cocky smile cover his face momentarily. Fuck. Was my attitude really that evident? I’d always been so obedient, especially when it came to Lance. If he told me to jump, I’d jump. If he told me to stretch, I’d stretch. If he told me to only drink water, I’d only drink water. If he told me to stop having sex, I stopped. And that’s exactly what the asshole had done. 

He’d put a hard ban on any kind of sexual activity in the lead up to the upcoming trials. Explicitly confirming that it also included masturbation. It had been weeks. Weeks of built up frustration and overwhelming need. Frustration that had turned me into a brat with a bad attitude.

“C’mere.” Lance leaned his head back slightly, jaw gesturing for me to go to him when I didn’t respond. I suddenly felt myself falling into a state of submission as I watched him grip his palms onto the edge of the desk next to his hips.

I stepped forward slowly in anticipation, swallowing nervously as I stood directly in front of him, his body towering over mine even from his slightly slouched position.

“Tell me. What is it that you need?” Lance arched his eyebrow as he looked down at me powerfully. His voice was dripping with confidence as he grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling it towards him. “Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t be a good coach if you don’t talk to me.” 

My throat went dry, my heartbeat rapidly increasing as I stood between his thick thighs. The lack of sexual attention had caused my senses to heighten, already become aroused by his simple touch on my hand. 

His strong grip had me imagining what it would be like to have his hands on other parts of my body. Sure, I’d thought about having sex with Lance before, but only in the privacy of my own bedroom. Only if I was desperate and needed to imagine something to cum to. 

“Let me ask you again,” He licked his lips, guiding my hand to palm his crotch over the silky material of his tracksuit pants. I gasped in shock of his sudden forwardness, the prominent outline of his thick cock hard against my palm as he tightened his grip around my wrist. “What is it that you need?”

I could feel how big he was, my panties dripping with arousal as I bravely squeezed his bulge beneath my fingers. I was in awe of just how thick he felt through his clothes, suddenly eager to get my hands on his hard member.

“Is it this?” Lance’s tone softened slightly, watching my hand palm over his throbbing cock. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his tip, lost in the feeling of my small hand on him. He licked his lips before letting his mouth hang open, his spare hand, wrist decorated with his watch, came up to grab my other hand, placing it on his hip to steady myself. 

“Do you need Coach to take care of that ache between your legs, baby? Is that it?” His voice was sickeningly sweet, speaking to me as if I were a child. My cheeks flooded pink, shamelessly palming Lance’s cock, embarrassed that it was drenching my leotard, material so tight it didn’t allow me to wear panties underneath. “Did I go too hard on you with the no sex rule, huh? Could that needy little pussy of yours not take it?”

Lance cupped my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding my hand on his crotch, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. I nodded slightly with a pout, closing my eyes in the pleasure. I eagerly parted my lips like an eager little slut for him, which Lance noticed, causing a shit eating grin to appear on his face. 

“It’s okay if that’s what you need, little one. You can tell me.” He pushed his thumb in my mouth, biting his lower lip as I sucked on his digit obediently. I let my tongue glide up and down the length of his thumb, treating it as if it were his cock I was sucking on. 

“Yes.” I whimpered out softly around his thumb, pressing my hand against his crotch harder as a soft grunt escaped his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at me expectantly as he waited for me to continue. “Please.”

“Such good manners, sweetheart.” He smirked in amusement at my cooperation. His eyes were blown out and full of lust as he nudged his thumb back into my mouth.

I welcomed him eagerly, my tongue laying flat against the pad of his thumb, my lips sucking around him with a hum.

“Such an eager little girl for your coach, aren’t you?” Lance’s tone dripped in sarcasm, something I usually fought back at. But I didn’t want it to end. I was far too invested in the feeling of his cock heavy against my hand.

My pussy juices had already started leaking down onto my leotard, clit throbbing at his filthy words. There was no denying Lance was fucking sexy. His perfect hair, chiseled jawline, glowy eyes, muscly body. How could I resist?

Lance pulled his thumb covered with my saliva from my mouth, looking into my eyes as he covered my lips with the wetness. I squeezed his cock harder than before, a strangled grunt leaving his lips before he smirked darkly down at me. He was high on the neediness he was drawing out of me. 

His thumb travelled down my jaw and throat before his hand wrapped around my neck. I let out a little whine as Lance squeezed my neck lightly, my innocent sparkly eyes gazing up at him. I got lost in the overwhelming scent of his aftershave mixed with hair gel.

“You can have it, baby.” Lance spoke sweetly, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at me. It was as if he’d read my mind. I was desperate to feel his hot, hard cock against my bare hand. “Take what you need.” 

Despite his instructions, I still looked up at him, asking for permission as my hands moved to the elasticated waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Lance rolled his eyes as he grew impatient, he was just as turned on as I was. He grabbed hold of my wrist with the hand that wasn’t around my neck. 

I swallowed nervously, looking up to meet his darkened eyes. “I said take it.” He growled deeply, guiding my hand inside his pants. To no surprise, Lance had gone commando, my fingers coming straight into contact with his soft, hot skin. 

I whimpered as he let go of my wrist, my head dropping to where my hand disappeared into his track pants. I bit my lip to muffle a moan, my fingers wrapping around his thick length. He was so soft, almost like velvet. His cock was heavy and throbbing under my touch.

My wetness felt like it was dripping down my thighs as I clenched around nothing, my pussy desperate to have him inside me.

Lance groaned as he watched me in awe of his cock, my thumb rubbing over his reddened tip. I thought about how full I would feel with him fucking into me, his rough hands on my waist as he impaled me on his cock.

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension building between my legs, but it barely helped. My pussy started to ache, a dull pain beginning to grow with my horny state.

Lance pulled his track pants away from his body, giving us both a clear view of his member. “Spit.” He instructed dominantly, my submissive side complying without hesitation. I spat down onto his cock, lubricating him as I pumped his length in my hand. I saw a small section of his tattoo that covered his crotch, secretly getting a thrill of knowing such a personal detail about him.

“So big.” I whimpered out weakly, desperate for sex. Lance’s eyes trailed down my body, noticing my pebbled nipple so evident through the thin leotard I wore.

He chuckled deviently, letting the elasticsted band snap back against his body. His hand moved away from my neck, unzipping the Olympic hoodie covering his torso.

He bucked up into my hand as he removed the jumper from his body, the short sleeved white polo hugged his muscular figure. He ran his hand through his perfectly placed hair before his hands went back to gripping the edge of the desk.

Lance’s eyes burned into my body as he bit his lip, unbelievably thankful that his plan to starve me of intimacy had worked out in his favour, just the way he’d planned.

Exactly the same as he was watching me now, Lance loved to watch me in the gymnasium. He paid special attention to the way my boobs jiggled so noticbly against my toned body. He noticed the tight material of the leotards hugging every crevice of my pussy. He noticed my ass stick out every time I stuck a landing. Oh, he’d noticed. He’d also noticed the way his cock reacted every time he did.

“C’mere.” He mumbled in a raspy voice, looking at me with nodded eyes as his fingers hooked into the leg opening on the leotard to pull me closer. I shuffled toward him, our chests almost pressing together as I stood between his thighs. I felt the movement of my hand pumping his cock hitting my lower tummy every time as his hand snaked around to my ass. 

Lance pushed my long pony tail around to my back before cupping my cheek with his calloused fingers. He hissed as my hand fucked him, thighs flexing at the overwhelming sensation. 

Lance leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that was so soft and yet had an overwhelming dominance to it. One that made me let out a whimper, craving to have him do it again. And he did.

I opened my mouth as my hand that was jerking him off picked up the pace. Lance ran his tongue over my lips before gently pushing it between my teeth teasingly. He let out a groan, his hand massaging my ass cheek.

“Listen carefully, baby.” Lance growled through clenched teeth, our kiss becoming sloppy as it deepened. My pussy throbbed as I imagined his cock fucking me, my spare hand feeling the muscles on his chest as I got lost in the moment. “I’m the only one who can have you. And I want you to come and tell me whenever that sweet little pussy gets needy. I’ll look after you, I promise.”

His words had my clit throbbing with lust, my hand pumping his cock hard as I felt it twitch, signalling he was almost at his climax. I nodded softly, desperately pecking his lips repeatedly as his hands spread my ass cheeks apart.

“But you’ve got to stop being a brat, okay?” Lance grunted irritably, remembering how argumentative I’d been with him earlier. “I hate seeing my favourite girl trying to act all bitchy and demanding. It doesn’t suit you.” 

“Yes coach.” I whimpered submissively, moaning at the feeling of Lance’s fingers digging between my ass cheeks to massage my pussy. I bucked my hips forward, my clit nudging his shaft as my chest pushed against his.

“Good girl.” Lance moaned softly, looking down between our bodies at where his cock was touching my pussy. He pulled me closer roughly, both of my hands coming up to his shoulders to steady myself. His cock rested between our bodies, hard and needy for attention.

Lance’s fingers pushed the crotch of my leotard to the side, sliding effortlessly between my slick folds. “Lance.” I cried out softly, so sensitive from being kept pure for weeks. My hips bucked forward, my pelvis grinding against his length.

A shiver went through my body as my nipples rubbed against his chest through the material of our clothes.

“Listen to how wet you are for me,” He grunted in amusement, imagining my pussy wetting his dick. I closed my eyes, breathing shakily as I listened to his fingers pushing in and out of my hole with a squelching sound. “Fuck, my fingers are basically slipping out.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his needily, relaxing into his touch as I pushed my ass out for him. Lance smirked at my action, kissing me back as he gripped the base of his cock, angling it to nudge against my pussy.

“Fuck.” I moaned with a squeak, immediately rocking my hips forward to guide him between my folds. Lance slid his cock between my pussy lips, drenching himself in my wetness.

“Tell me what you need.” Lance growled, both hands on my hips as he glided my pussy up and down his cock, making me feel so good without being inside me.

“You.” I whimpered desperately, almost crying with frustration as I clung to his shoulders, looking down at where his thick length slid between my legs.

“You’ve got me,” Lance reminded me without hesitation, experimentally bucking his hips forward to meet my movements. I gasped at the feeling of his tip pushing against my entrance, my hand moving up to play with his groomed hair. “What do you need?”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out shakily, my head clouded by the building pleasure inside of me. I couldn’t think straight, I just knew what Lance was telling me. I needed a fuck, and he was going to be the one to do it. “Pound me. Hurt me. Take me. I don’t care, I just need you.”

Lance slapped my ass harshly, satisfied by my desperate state as he forced me to take a step back. “Bend over the desk.” He instructed with a deep voice, watching my bewildered state as I tried to clear my head.

I processed his demand and moved quickly, laying my body down on the tidy part of his desk, my ass on display for him. I rested on my elbows and turned my head to the side to look at Lance.

He pursed his lips together as he stood up straight, moving to stand directly behind me. My leotard was still pushed to the side, my pussy lips on display for him.

Lance didn’t hesitate to rub his tip against my entrance, my aching hole already having to stretch for him. I clawed at the desk, my back arching as I tried to wiggle his cock into me.

“Stop wiggling you little brat.” Lance growled, forcing my hips against the hard wood of his desk as he stepped forward, his shaft sliding a little more into me.

“But it hurts.” I whimpered with a pout, a hard ache in my clit from where it was pushed against the desk. Lance didn’t listen, my whine sending him into a world of euphoria.

His jaw clenched as he sheathed himself fully inside me, my tight walls restricting his movements. I let out a cry as I tried to take in his large size, feeling like I was being split in half.

“You still want a new coach, baby? You think someone else would take care of you like this?” Lance grunted, having the decency to still his hips inside of me while I adjusted. “Fucking say it.”

He used his right hand to smack my ass cheek harshly when I didn’t respond, errupting a loud whimper from me. “No, I want you coach.” I licked my lips, turning my head to the side as I look back at him. The movement made his dick impale me even deeper, my body weakening under his touch.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Tell me who I am.” Lance whispered, unable to stop his hips from beginning to fuck in and out of me. He’d tried to wait, but if he stayed still inside of my tight walls any longer, he would instantly cum.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip as Lance’s hips pressed further into me, his cock pushing against my tummy. I grip onto the edge of the table, clenching my pussy around him.

“Say it.” Lance demanded, his hand coming down to spank my ass harshly. I whimpered at the feeling, my hips jolting forward which made his cock move inside me. The pain of his hard length had began to subside, leaving me with a dull ache of need rather than soreness.

“You’re my coach.” I moaned out and rocked my hips back against him again, taking him by surprise as his hands grip my ass, pulling it harder against him.

Lance grunted in pleasure, his eyes fixed on watching his cock disappear between my ass cheeks. He pulled his hips back before pushing them forward, slowly starting to fuck me.

“Say it again.” He growled, his pace quickening as the feeling of my walls hugging his shaft had him twitching inside of me.

Lance pounded into me as I rocked my hips back against him as much as I could with his strong hands controlling my hips. I moaned in pure extacy, the slight pain of his rough fucking only had my pussy tingling with pleasure. “Coach.”

“Huh? Who am I? Say it louder, little one.” His degrading tone had me biting m lip, my tits rubbing against the hard wood of the desk with every thrust.

“Coach,” I cried as Lance leaned forward to push his chest against my back, giving him even more of a deeper angle. “My coach.”

I breathed out shakily, using all my strength to push up on my elbows, then onto my hands as I pressed my back against his chest even harder.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m your coach.” He moaned sexily, his hands moved up my sides to cup my boobs harshly. I felt his fingers dig into the material of my leotard, hearing a rip as I looked down, his strong grip ripping the material against my chest.

“Lance.” I whimpered with a slight annoyance, his hands cupping my bare boobs from where he’d torn my outfit as he continued to fuck into me.

He just scoffed at my whine with a smirk, tugging on my hardened nipples as my palms pressed flat into the surface of the desk to steady myself.

I could feel his cock deeper inside of me from this angle, the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through his office.

His breath tickled my neck, his length slamming in and out of me harshly as he fucked me on his desk. I whimpered at the angle, my clit nudging the edge of the table with every thrust.

My legs started to tingle as he fucked me into the table. I could feel my orgasm bubbling up inside of me, thighs clenching together for more friction.

“Leg up, baby.” Lance instructed, one of his hands coming down to smack my right thigh when I didn’t immediately do as I was told.

I liked the feeling of his cock rubbing between my pressed together thighs, his legs caging mine in. I didn’t want to change the angle, not when I was so close to my high.

“What, did I fuck you stupid or are you just being disobedient?” Lance growled angrily, not liking the fact that I challenged his dominance. I could feel the silky material of his pants press against my thighs where he’d been too lazy to take them off. “Listen to your coach, sweetie.”

I whimpered with a pout, sightly worried that he’d stop fucking me if I didn’t listen to him. I lifted my leg up, bending my knee to sit my calf under my thigh. I whimpered, my pussy still full cock his cock as he watched me squirm, his movements deepening with the new position.

I squeezed around his cock repeatedly, overwhelmed with pleasure. He was fucking right. No one else could make me feel as good as he could. I was his.

“Lance.” I cried out erotically with a moan, bouncing myself on his cock. Lance met my thrusts with small groans, my pussy lips dragging up and down his shaft with every movement.

“So fucking needy for your coach.” He grunted, jolting his hips back and forth aggressively. His pace quickened as slapping sounds of our bodies touching continued to fill the room.

“Am I right?” Lance’s hands gripped my hips, standing back up straight to get a better view of me. I whimpered and turn my head to face him, meeting the gaze of his eyes, his eyebrow arched as his lips parted. “Huh?”

“Yes.” I breathed out shakily as I clenched around his cock, his words still making me wet. His cock continued to pound in and out of me as I start circling my hips, causing us both to let out a moan.

“Who do you belong to?” Lance growled, pushing my chest down against the hard wood table by a hand on my shoulder. He kept his hand there, holding me down as he pounded into me.

“You, coach.” I complied with his questioning, arching my back as his hand holds my hip still, letting him take back full control as I am now unable to move.

“Say it.” He demanded, letting his head drop back as his mouth hangs open, almost completely exhausted.

“I’m yours.” I finally released the words he’d so desperately needed to hear. His pace quickened as he chased his high.

“I’m gunna cum.” His cock twitched at my words as he lets out a soft moan, his hips smashing against my ass as he took me from behind.

“Not inside me.” I cried out in a last sensible thought before closing my eyes as I felt my climax take over. I let out a loud moan, holding onto his hand that was on my hips as I rode out th hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck.” Lance grunted, ignoring my words as his hips jolted irraticly as he began losing control. “Take it.”

“Lance, fuck. Not inside me.” I moaned, clenching around his length as the throbbing between my legs began to subside, coming down from my high.

“Oh yeah,” His hand came up to my arm, forcefully tugging me to stand up, our bodies flush against each other. His hands dropped to dig into my hips, fucking my ass against his pelvis. “Gunna drench that needy pussy in my cum.”

I moaned softly, my sensitive pussy aching to feel his cum. But what if I got pregnant? So close to trials. I pushed my hand back against his hip, but Lance wouldn’t stop, he needed to cum inside me.

“Don’t panic, baby. Coach knows what you need, remember?” Lance breathed shakily as the overwhelming pleasure of his cum filling me up washed over him. He let out a moan, a soft grunt following as his thrusts come to a halt, finshing inside me.

“Fuck.” He panted, leaning his head back in a moment of bliss before he pulled his softening cock out of my pussy.

I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, our mixed juices running down the inside of my thigh as Lance tucked himself back into his pants. I quickly adjusted the crotch area of my leotard back into position.

“You gunna be less bratty now?” Lance asked sweetly, forcing me to face him as his finger came to hold my chin up, our eyes meeting.

“Yes, coach.” I answered dotingly, my eyes fucked out and glazed over as Lance licked his lips.

“There’s my good girl.” He spoke softly, eyes dropping to my lips before he planted a kiss on them.

“We’ll work on your new schedule starting tomorrow.” He snapped back into business mode, stepping away as he moved to grab the navy jumper which he’d previously discarded onto the desk. “You can have all the extra time in the gym you need, you just have to come and see me in my office before you do.”

Lance and I both knew he didn’t mean ‘see him in his office’. He meant come and suck me off. He meant let me fuck you like a whore. He meant that this was going to happen again. And my heart beamed with joy at thought.

“Yes coach.” I spoke obediently as he handed me his Olympic jumper, a frown of confusion covering my face. “Won’t people know we fucked or something if I go out wearing this?”

Lance shrugged, cocky as ever as a shit eating grin covered his face. “Up to you, Sweetie.” He leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms, just as he had done when we’d first entered. “But go out wearing that,” Lance gestured at my chest with his hand, and I suddenly realised he was referring to the gaping hole he’d created. “And they’ll definitely know.”

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god of gymnastics ✧ lance tucker

masterlist

pairing: lance tucker x fem!reader

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

word count: 1,187

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tucker, leave me alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Want a Lick?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Word Count: 267

Summary: You love lollipops and Lance. 

Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Drunk in Love challenge and day 3: lollipop. I missed Lance so he was an easy choice! Hope you like this and thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: sassy reader, flirting, suggestive themes (18+ only please)

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age, thank you!

Sitting along the wall with your legs stretched out in front of you and a lollipop in hand you watch as the gaggle of girls surround Lance, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at their shrill squeals of excitement.

You scoff to no one in particular before unwrapping the lollipop and taking a lick of the sweet sugar. Lance tries to calm the girls down as he searches for you. When you lock eyes, his perfect eyebrows shoot up to his hairline when he sees you sucking on the lollipop.

Sending him a sultry smirk you work over the sugary pop with renewed vigor, tracing the outline of your lips before giving him a wink. He parts the sea of fans and excuses himself, heading in your direction with his usual swagger.

“What’s going on over here sugar lips?” he asks, kneeling in front of you.

“What’s it look like Lance baby? I’m enjoying my lollipop,” you say as you twirl your tongue over it.

You sit forward and move closer. “Want a lick?”

He grabs your wrist and hauls you to your feet, practically dragging you down the hallway to his office.

“I think I should be the one asking you that question baby,” he counters, slamming the door behind him.

You push him hard against the wood and hook your finger into the waistband of his track pants. With one last suck on your lollipop, you pull it out of your mouth and drop it into the trash.

“Oh, I definitely want a lick,” you simper, slowly pulling his pants down.  

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[nano--raptor]

Close Enough

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Words: 497

Warnings: Flirting, banter, soft love, implied smut, suggestive themes, kissing

A/N: Written for Day 9 of Love in Bloom with @redhead-wine-and-literature-club​. Today is Lavender - Devotion and I went a little softer today with our cocky gym boy Lance. Who knew he had a soft side? Enjoy!❤

Please note that my work is not to be copied, posted or translated in any way.

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“Aw, what are these?” You smiled, accepting the flowers as Lance strolled into the room, handing them to you. 

“You said you liked lavender, so…” You blinked, not sure if you should laugh or not. Was he being serious?

“Babe, these are lilacs. Still beautiful, but not quite the same.” You winked, smirking at him before turning to get a vase from the cupboard.

“Oh,” he said, almost timidly, before huffing and rolling his eyes. “Whatever. They’re purple flowers, same shit.” 

“I didn’t say I didn’t like them, you punk. They do smell just as good though. Maybe even better.”

Lance stood with his arms crossed, brooding, almost glaring out the window. You fussed with the flowers for a few minutes, arranging them in the vase and setting it in the middle of the table. Then you turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck before he could escape you.

“Thank you baby.” He tried to keep a frown on his face, but you pecked kisses against his lips, continuing until you managed to get a smile out of him.

“I just saw them and thought of you.” Your grin grew wider, keeping your arms around his neck and trying to pull him closer again.

“Aw look at that. Lance Tucker has a soft side. He's devoted to his partner, how sweet.”

“Quiet,” he commanded, teasingly, but his eyes held a spark. A spark that, combined with his serious tone on the command, sent a shiver through you. “Can't have any of that gettin' out.” He pulled you in for a kiss, kissing you hard and grabbing a handful of your ass to make you squeal. Then you had an idea.

“I have some lavender bath oils, if you wanna smell it.” You wiggled your eyebrows and he quickly picked you up, holding the back of your thighs while you wrapped your legs around his waist. He had a devilish look in his eyes as he carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the sink counter and kissing you again. It was heated to start, but when you combed your fingers through his hair, he slowed down, eventually pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you baby,” he said quietly, massaging your thighs and hips now, pecking gentle kisses against your lips. You almost melted from the sudden softness, cupping his cheek and pouring your feelings into another kiss.

“I know honey, I just like to tease you sometimes.”

“You know you’re my girl.” 

“I know. Just like you’re my guy.” Lance stared into your eyes for a few moments, in a seldom-seen moment of sweetness, before cupping your face, then sliding his hand down to grab your boob. You barked a laugh and playfully smacked him, before hopping off the counter to start the bath. Shaking your backside at him, you looked back to see the spark in his eyes again before he eagerly whipped his shirt and pants off. 

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𝗦𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

Characters: Cartier Baizen - Lance Tucker

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