#lance tucker fan fiction

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Stupid Little Bun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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god of gymnastics ✧ lance tucker

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pairing: lance tucker x fem!reader

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

word count: 1,187

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tucker, leave me alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sebastian Stan:

Lunch Break Series -Sebastian Stan x Reader

(Banner by my dear friend @mindingmyownbusiness)

Lunch Break

Night Cap

Room Service

There’s Always Room for Pizza

Not Goodbye … Just Goodnight

Chicken Noodle Soup

Star-Spangled Hot Dogs

Giving In

Birthday Cake

Deli Date

Red

You’re Late - Sebastian Stan One-shot 

Vitamin D- Sebastian Stan One-Shot

Afterglow - Sebastian Stan One-shot

Tickled - Sebastian Stan One-Shot

At the Piano - Sebastian Stan x Reader

(Banner by the beautiful @moonbeambucky)

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Lance Tucker:

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

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven 

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Bucky Barnes:

Kaleidoscope Eyes - Bucky Barnes and Lucy Larson (OC)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Moonlight Swim - Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Part One

Part Two

Love Sex Magic - Bucky Barnes x Reader One-shot

I Wanna Play - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sharing is Caring - Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Hard Work

Lance Tucker x Reader

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

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

Warnings: Lance Tucker is in the house 😂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha-.”

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

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

“The teachers always get the equipment rea–.”

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

“What the fu–.”

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

Your new gym teacher?

He was hot but a real piece of work.

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Quickie in the Closet

HBC Kinktober Writing Challenge

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Warnings: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lance! It's dark.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ever after ✧ a fairy tale anthology | ao3

pairing: beast!lance tucker x beauty!reader

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

word count: 809

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today was finally the day that it could be yours. 

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

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

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

“I’m ready,” you said. 

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

“Lance, it’s beautiful!”

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

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

“I’m glad you like it.”

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

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

“Lance, you—”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m your true love?”

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

“And how’s that?”

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

And so, YOU LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

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

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

The Price of Gold - Epilogue

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

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

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

PART 18 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

[starryevermore]

elysian fields ✧ lance tucker & ransom drysdale

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

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

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

word count: 1,447

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” you cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boys in Bed with Books (17)- Lance Tucker

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Word Count: 756

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

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

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

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“Lance.”

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

“Lance.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look amazing,” he murmurs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what? Read?” you giggle.

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

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

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

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

“Lance,” you whine.

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

Your lips form a thin line and your eyebrows lower.

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

“You love my ass!” he states proudly.

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

“Please,” he says.

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

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

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

“Where are your panties?” he hisses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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