#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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[starryevermore]

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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Moondancewrites Master list

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

[oliviastan17]

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

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Hard Work

Lance Tucker x Reader

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

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

Warnings: Lance Tucker is in the house 😂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha-.”

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

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

“The teachers always get the equipment rea–.”

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

“What the fu–.”

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

Your new gym teacher?

He was hot but a real piece of work.

[lancetuckershairgel]

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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[starryevermore]

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.

[hellomissmabel]

A thirst for whiskey and gold (5)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lance Tucker x photographer!plus size!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Soulmate AU where people see their whole life flash by before their eyes when they first kiss their soulmate. After Y/N receives word of her husband James’ death, she moves to Ohio where her best friend Karen has just given birth to a baby girl, hoping to find some piece of mind. Karen has asked Y/N to be the godmother and it just so happens Lance is the godfather to this little bundle of joy. One night, Lance gets drunk with some of his friends and they play ‘truth or dare’ which leads to an unexpected discovery.

A/N: Written for @whotheeffisbucky

Series masterlist can be found here

“Her name is Adriana and she lives with her mother, Irina.”

You needed a minute. No, you needed more than a minute to make sense of this. One moment you’re straddling his thighs and cradling his face in your hands, the next you’re pushing him down in the couch cushions as you’re trying to get away from him.

“Wait – what? Who?,” you stutter as you’re stumbling, the back of your knees hitting the table as you take a couple steps backwards. Distraught and confused, you walk around the table, your hands in your hair.

“Irina is a Romanian gymnast,” Lance explains as his eyes watch intently how you’re struggling to keep it together. “We met at the Olympics in 2004. She had already won every national medal there is to win and was now competing for Olympic gold. And when she won Olympic gold as well, there was only one golden medal she yet had to win. Mine.”

Inhaling sharply once your back collides with the kitchen island, a sting of severe pain shooting through your shoulder, your body melts with the surface behind you. Lance notices your face contorts in discomfort and gets up from the couch, rushing towards you.

He tells you to take off your jacket so he can take a look at your shoulder. Reluctantly, you follow his orders and shed your jacket, revealing the nasty bruise on your upper arm. “It’s nothing,” you assure Lance. “I must’ve bumped into something yesterday.“

The gymnast doesn’t fall for your attempt to brush away the subject, instead inspecting your other arm and even lifting up your shirt to see if there are more cuts and bruises on your stomach and sides. Quickly you bat away his hands and pull down your shirt, giving him the dead glare as he shrugs and mumbles something about ‘just making sure’, his eyes expressing a deep concern.

“I’m fine, Lance. Please, I’m fine. Now, about Irina,” you press him a little harder, adamant at hearing the full story.

Leaning next to you on the kitchen counter, Lance sighs deeply as he remembers Irina and the circumstances under which they met. “I wasn’t supposed to fraternise with any of the other contestants but Irina got me drunk enough. I didn’t remember much from that night but the next thing I know she’s claiming I’m her soulmate.”

Casting his eyes downwards, Lance feels a shameful blush tint his cheeks red. “Irina… God, Irina can be very convincing. Back then I was living and training in Los Angeles and she insisted on joining me. My coach didn’t want a scandal on his hands and so he told me to take her with me or he’d kick me out. Then Irina said we were going to have a baby. Her pregnancy forced her to abandon her career in gymnastics and she still blames me for that.”

“How old is she? Your girl, Adriana?”

“Almost thirteen. Her birthday is in January.”

Looking up again, his gaze rests on your hand just inches away from his. Lance still feels that urge to hold your hand, brushing his fingertips tentatively while gauging your reaction. Much to his surprise, you don’t pull your hand away at once, yet give him a sad smile as you turn away from him and grab your things. “I need some time to think about this.”

“I understand,” Lance replies regretfully, reaching out for you one last time before you can swing your bag over your shoulder and leave.

With a pang to your heart, you have to deny him a final touch before you exit his apartment. “You’ve got a little girl, Lance. You’ve got a responsibility towards your little girl,” you clarify your lack of affection. “I can’t be with a guy that denies his responsibilities as a father.”

“Yeah, a little girl that lives with her mother in Los Angeles. I don’t see her at all. Irina keeps her from me,” the brunet reasons with you. “I’ve tried, Y/N, believe me, I’ve tried to see my kid. But if I want to see my daughter, that would mean that I will have to recognise Irina as my lawful soulmate and marry her. The law is very clear about that.”

The corners of your lips tugs downwards as soon as your fingers reach the doorknob. “I’m sorry, Lance. Just give me some time, okay?” Opening the door, you are ready to step outside, Lance’s shoulders dropping visibly in despair once you turn your back on him. “I’ve got a dress fitting at four and then the christening tomorrow. We will see each other then.”

Your feet carry you to the last place you’d expect. You can’t exactly go to Karen or Melinda, knowing they’ll be the first to judge Lance for his actions. What you need now is someone who knows Lance but will give it to you straight. And the first name to pop into your head is Hope, so you ring her doorbell and cross your fingers the bronze medallist is home.

As soon as she sees you standing on her porch, eyes glistening in doubt and begging for advice, she quickly invites you in and sits you down, offering some eggnog to ease the heartache. “Now tell me, Y/N, what brings you here to my humble home?”

“Well, I don’t know if Karen told you,” you start off, warming yourself on the eggnog, “But Lance and I agreed to meet up at that diner he loves so much.”

“Ah yes,” Hope grins cheekily, “Lance sure loves his pancakes. What did you guys talk about?”

For a heartbeat, you consider retracing your steps and telling her about your entire day. Nevertheless, you decide against vomiting your heart out and just settle for the dirty little details. Words rush from your lips like a hurricane, about how you made the first move and kissed Lance, how you loved it so much when he kisses you back, and eventually about his daughter, Adriana.

“He told you about Irina, didn’t he?,” Hope chuckles darkly as she scrolls through the gallery on her phone. “On the first date?”

You shake your head and take a sip from the eggnog to swallow your feelings. “It wasn’t a date, Hope. It was just breakfast.”

“So a breakfast date,” Hope glares at you with a knowing look. She proceeds to show you a picture of a very young Lance at the Olympics with a gorgeous woman on his arm. “This is Irina. She was a Romanian gymnast.”

Lance must be not older than 21 or 22 in this picture, his hair a little more tousled and his eyes a little wilder. The girl however appears to be somewhat younger, maybe 18 or 19, but she’s got legs to die for and a waistline of a ballerina.

“Do you know how Lance got his nickname, the fucker?” You stare at the blond with open mouth, Hope scoffing at your ignorance. “Oh God…”

“He’s always been a bit of a fuckboy, but he was a sweet fuckboy.” Snorting at Hope’s way of telling this story, she gives you the death glare, your laugh dying out in a tight-lipped smile.

“Parents didn’t give him a lot of attention unless he won another medal, so he searched for attention elsewhere. Girls were throwing themself at him. And Irina, the self-proclaimed princess of gymnastics, found a way to seduce him. They didn’t date for long before she sold the story to the press. Painted Lance as a male slut.”

Warming your hands with the cup of eggnog, you blow away some steam before taking a very big gulp in the hope of diminishing the uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach. “What exactly did she do?”

Hope stands up from the couch to get some more eggnog and when she returns, she’s holding a newspaper under her arm. “This,” she replies dryly before pushing the newspaper in your hands.

“Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker.” You read the headline aloud, mumbling some words here and there as you continue to read the rest of the article.

“After the article came out, he lived up to the nickname. It was also a way of avoiding fatherhood.” You sigh softly, finishing the rest of your eggnog with a lump in your throat as Hope tries to get a read on you. “And Irina didn’t want a fuckboy,” she grins a little wickedly. “She just wanted an American passport.”

Hope watches you put down the newspaper again with a sad look in her eyes, her sympathy for you mixed with a sense of responsibility. She feels like she should take care of you, the poor girl that ended up being Lance’s soulmate, but there’s no way she can shield you from the hard truth.

The dress fitting is a day straight from hell. First of all, the stylist that goes by the name OT, is a bitch with little to no patience and a lack of respect for women your size. Her needle somehow always finds a way to sting your sensitive skin, leaving you with red puncture marks all over your arms and legs, torso and heels.

Secondly, Karen keeps going on and on about how you and Lance are now the talk of town and how she overheard her neighbours gush about how cute you look together. Apparently the waitress of the diner you two had breakfast at, couldn’t keep her mouth shut and told half of the town about it. And to make matters worse, Karen’s sister Mimi didn’t how up for the fitting, claiming she didn’t want to be in the same room as you, the traitor.

“You look absolutely gorgeous!,” squeaks Karen once OT has finished up her final touches on your dress. Melinda chimes in and agrees quickly, but the pit in your stomach alerts you that you’re not entirely at ease with how the dress falls over your hips and shows off your breasts. It accentuates your body rather than hide it, like you’re used to doing.

“I don’t know, girls,” you whisper shyly, twirling in front of the mirror. “I don’t know. I love the colour and adore the fabric, but I’m not sure if a dress this expensive….” You try to talk your way out of it, afraid to reveal the real reason why you’re so uncomfortable by saying Karen can’t impossible pay for your dress when it’s definitely not cheap. That would be just too much.

But Melinda reads between the lines and nudges Karen’s arm. “Could you give us a minute, OT?,” Karen then asks the stylist, who just nods and leaves the three of you to it but not without sending a dirty glance your way before closing the door behind her.

“Now, Y/N,” Melinda says while patting the empty seat next to her on the couch. “Tell me what’s really bothering you.”

Sitting down with a deep sigh, you make sure the dress doesn’t hike up too much when you sit down. “I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, Karen. And you too, Melinda.” Both women smile warmly and the redhead’s kind eyes encourage you to speak plainly. “But I think that wearing this dress at the party on New Year’s Eve… it’ll just attract a lot of attention and I’m not sure I want that.”

“Christmas is right around the corner, Y/N, so consider this my early Christmas present,” Karen chuckles as she smooths over your dress. “And about the attention… It’s a theme party, Y/N. Everyone will be dolled up. And you’re a stunning young woman, Y/N. You deserve to feel beautiful and I know that you feel beautiful in this dress.”

“What are you wearing for Christmas Eve, hun?,” Melinda queries as you get up to change back into your normal clothes.

With a little hesitation, you show her a picture of the golden sequined dress you had in mind.

A low whistle slips past Karen’s lips and Melinda smirks in approval. “Lance will certainly appreciate that number. The pink one for New Year’s Eve a little more, but this one is definitely a showstopper as well.”

You swipe your finger on the screen of your phone to leave the app so you can lock your phone again, but unintentionally you swipe to the wrong side, a picture of a sexy red dress popping up on the screen. Karen immediately notices it and steals your phone right from your hands before you can hide it away.

“What’s this, hm?,” Karen coos mischievously. “Preparing for another date with Lance?”

“It wasn’t a date,” you protest while snatching your phone back from Karen, prompting a giggle from Melinda. “And no, this dress I bought just for me. Because I love the way it looks on me.”

“It’s a bit too much to wear to the christening tomorrow, but you can wear it to the cocktail party Ethan’s boss is throwing?”

“Maybe,” you mumble under your breath, hastily throwing on your jacket and following behind your two friends as you exit the shop and say goodbye to OT.

“Will Lance be there?”

You turn around the corner to where you parked your car, fishing out the car keys and coming to a stop right in front of it. Kissing the redhead and blond on their cheek, you promise to call them as soon as you come home to arrange the final details for the christening.

The christening eventually rushes by like a speed train. You were fully in control of your emotions, able to keep a level head around Lance who is still Sofia’s godfather. There isn’t much talking, only the promise of talking before Christmas eve at Karen’s and Ethan’s. And Christmas Eve is there sooner than you can mentally prepare for, your phone buzzing and lighting up with unread messages and unheard voicemails from your soulmate.

This time it’s Lance who says he wants to talk, but this time not at a diner or anywhere else that’s a bit too public. He wants to pick you up at your place and talk during the drive over to the party. And at seven p.m. sharp, Lance knocks on your door.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” he breathes out heavily once his eyes land on your full-figured body dressed up in the gold sequined dress you showed to your friends earlier. They were right, it is in fact a showstopper and as Lance gazes at you with lust-blown pupils and his lips parted in astonishment, you must admit you feel quite coveted.

Offering you his arm, he escorts you towards his car like a true gentleman. Opening the door for you, he allows you to sit inside the car first before walking around his car and sliding into the driver’s seat too. As soon as he revs the engine and gets going on the road, you continue to fidget with your hands in your lap until Lance, just like that day in the diner, shifts his hand from the gear stick to place it on top of your sweaty palms.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” he smiles gently, “You look like a jewel.”

Blushing brightly, you eventually stop playing with your fingers. “So…,” you cough and clear your throat, “We’ve got a lot to talk about, I guess…”

“Yeah,” Lance admits with a breathy laugh, getting a little nervous as well now while keeping his eyes on the road. They occasionally wander to you again and cascade down your cleavage, but he is quick to correct himself and keep the conversation flowing.

“Since we last talked, I got a few things going. I – I called Irina and asked her if it would be possible to fly over with Adriana. That there’s someone I want them to meet.” Lance parks the car across the street from Karen’s house, turning his body towards you as he continues. “I also wrote down some dates that we can take some photographs, if you still want to.”

Lance’s cocky behaviour has made way for a more insecure Lance, eyes pleading with you for a second chance. “Yeah, I still want to.” The lump in your throat is slowly dissolving, but not all doubts have yet vanished into thin air. “But I’m not quite sure about meeting Irina. Lance,” you say as take his hand and squeeze it. “I think you should talk to Irina first before I do.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Lance agrees after some time weighing possibilities in his mind. “Let’s go inside now. I think they’ll be wondering where we are.”

The table is already set with all kinds of delicacies, all the guests dressed to the nines for the occasion. You’re a little worried that Mimi is there, too, but it’s Christmas which is the time for forgiveness, so you don’t pay her any mind, not even when she scoffs and snorts and grimaces at everything you say and do.

Lance however isn’t as accommodating as you are, and Mimi’s performance soon threatens to spoil his good mood. Resting your hand on his upper thigh underneath the table, you glance over at the brunet. He doesn’t react to Mimi’s attempts to lure him out, instead taking the battle in a completely different direction as he gushes about you in the most saccharine tone.

When dinner has been served and finished, Ethan invites everyone over to the living room by the fireplace for a drink. Karen and Ethan are seated in one loveseat, Melinda and Mike take a seat on the large couch while Mimi is forced to sit next to Oliver on one side and the lovebirds on the other as well as across from you and Lance in the second loveseat.

With his signature smirk, Lance throws his arm around your shoulders and hugs you close. A timid smile tugs at your lips when your eyes lock with Karen’s and a knowing grin from ear to ear appears on her face. With a content sigh, a happy atmosphere fills the living room together with the merry spirit that graces Christmas ever year. All is good this way, you allow yourself to believe.

“So Lance, how is training going?,” Mike queries as he takes a sip from his whiskey, passing around the bottle to everyone so they can refill their glass.

“Good, very good actually. I’m going for gold, of course,” Lance boasts about his gymnastic performances and excellent physical shape.

Mimi rolls her eyes at Lance’s comment and shoves Oliver’s side with her elbow, commanding him to move away from her instead of closer to her. “And what about you, Y/N? Any interesting photo journals you might be working on?” Melinda puts the bottle back on the table before returning to Mike’s embrace, sending a cheeky wink your way. “Maybe something to do with gymnastics, too?”

With a dry chuckle you tell them about your project with Lance and how it may relaunch your career as a photographer. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever done, so it’s a personal challenge for me. And it also gives us the chance to get to know each other a little better.”

“Cool,” Oliver agrees with his brothers, earning the death glare from Mimi.

You all finish your drinks while holding casual conversations until the clock strikes midnight and announces Christmas day. “Time for presents!,” Melinda claps her hands and points toward the Christmas tree.

“Now, you all know how much Karen loves Secret Santa, so I rallied up everyone to participate,” the redhead announces, Karen hugging her shortly in gratitude.

“So let’s start with the first present! It’s for…” the blonde reads the tag and calls out Mimi’s name.

Her younger sister shuffles towards the Christmas tree to accept her present, very excited to see what’s inside. It’s a large box filled with all kinds of make-up, going from lipstick and eyeshadows palettes to more advanced theatre make-up. It is then revealed that Karen was her sister’s secret Santa.

Gifts are exchanged by the dozen, some having purchased more than one present, not just for the secret Santa but for their loved ones as well. Not only did Karen and Melinda both pitch in to get you a dress, they also joined forced to give you a gift certificate for the hairdresser so you can have your hair done for the theme party on Christmas Eve.

Nonetheless, the last remaining present under the Christmas tree is the present from your secret Santa. In lovely red and green wrapping, with a big golden bow on top, this gift is the smallest of all. Yet you don’t exactly mind, it’s not the size but rather the gesture that matters most. Upon opening the small package, you can feel all eyes on you and even hold in your breath in anticipation before the reveal.

And what a marvellous reveal it is. Inside the gift-wrapped box is a smaller, black box that holds the most magnificent golden necklace. It has two charms, one circle with your name engraved on it, and the other a tiny camera with a diamond for a lens. “It’s – It’s -,” you stutter as you’re unable to keep your eyes off the necklace. “It’s the best Christmas present I could’ve wished for. Thank you, secret Santa.”

You scan the room to find out who is your secret Santa, thinking it’s Ethan since you’ve known him the longest. But he just shakes his head with a playful smile and nods over to the brunet sitting next to you, sucking in a deep breath once you figure out it’s him. “You’re my secret Santa, Lance?,” you whisper affectionately, seeing Lance in an entirely new light.

“I am,” he mumbles back, nudging your nose with the tip of his finger as he laughs softly. “A gold necklace for my girl with a heart of gold. You really like it?”

“A gold necklace from a gold medallist. I love it.” Pressing a chaste kiss to Lance’s cheek, you express how happy you are with your present and how much it fills your heart with warmth to know that there is much more to Lance than meets the eye.

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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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The Boss- Part 11

The Boss- Masterlist

Part 10

CEO!Sebastian Stan x CEO!Reader

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: language, angst, fluff.

Summary: Y/N and Sebastian are co-CEOs of a successful company. Their relationship is not the best. It’s more a competition than anything. But eventually they’ll have to learn to cope with each other.

A/N:  I already posted this, but need more people to confirm:I have been thinking of starting a new series about Bucky inspired on this request I did a little over a month ago: “Connection”, it would kind of follow that storyline, just kind of.What do you guys think about it? Should or should I not start it?

Also, do you think this fic is becoming too long?

“It would make us lose money.” One of the, who Y/N liked to call the elders ,argued; making what he thought  a valid point for their idea of a charity to not go through. 

The sight that left her lips was unmistakable,all eyes posing on her. Sebastian turned his head briefly at her, clearing his throat and sending her a warning look. Y/N lifted one perfect eyebrow to the board, the corner of her lips moving up. “Spending money in a charity for this company, would be like loosing a dollar.” She remarked, her elbows resting on the table. “Gentlemen, creating a charity will give the company more fame and the incomes will just go up. We would be seen as caring and humble, the world will see us as something more than a bunch of rich people.” She finished, her gaze resting on every single one of the men in that room; last to Sebastian, who had a hardly noticeable smile crossing his lips. Indicating her, that she did good.

“Mr.Stan,what do you think of your fiancée’s proposition?” Martin Coleman said, the oldest of the board.Of course, even if they like her ideas, they would always look for a man’s approval, because just the approval of a woman would be too much for them to handle. Bastards, she thought. 

Martin Coleman was an individual that could be easier convinced by a man than by a woman; it just gave Y/N trouble every time she did her job as the CEO of the company. Her hand hid under the table, fingers tightly gripping the chair’s material and jaw clenching in the urge of not screaming all kinds of obscenities to that man. The blood inside Y/N’s veins was heating up, Martin Coleman had called her Sebastian’s fiancée instead of what they used to call her before all of the engagement thing happened; and the way he said it was to mock her. Coleman did know what buttons to push to make her uneasy.

Sebastian stood straight on the chair, glaring at Y/N before speaking. “It’s something we both talked about and agreed on.” Words for all of them to hear, but eyes locked on the man across from him.

The suited men looked at each other before letting the oldest speak, Y/N swore she was so done with their shit, they always acted like their final decisions where some kind of matter of life or death. “Alright then, we all agree on it.” Coleman spoke.

Y/N could not control rolling her eyes at his final verdict, there had not been a single time when she didn't find the fact that they listened more to Sebastian than to her-even if both CEOs were talking about the same thing- absurd. The ‘elderly’ started gathering their belongings and going out the conference room. Y/N and Sebastian remained seated saying their goodbyes to them. 

“Y/N.” Martin Coleman called before stepping out of the room. Both Y/N and Sebastian turned their heads to him, waiting for his sayings. “ It seems that the pregnancy’s hormones have not clouded your mind,yet. Let’s try and keep it that way a little longer.” The gray haired man finished his words with a smirk that remained engraved in Y/N’s brain alongside the echoing of his sentence. She kept her mouth shut until he left the room.

“What the actual fuck!?” Y/N yelled in the wrap of a whisper. “ Apart from the fact that he thinks that pregnant women can’t make rational decisions; he also stated that not if the pregnancy hormones take over me, but when they’ll take over me. That bastard, like what? It is supposed that I’ll be waiting ‘till pregnancy makes me irrational or something as if I was on some kind of pills and waiting for their effect to kick in!?”

Sebastian followed her moves around the conference room with his steel blue eyes, her arms gesticulating as the words fell out of her mouth. He very well knew that what Coleman said was out of place and that she was mad; but, he found her so sexy when she was angry, he could just not resist himself from having some dirty thoughts at the moment. But he had to push them aside.

“You know how he is, he has this old mind like most of them, that’s because they are actually old.” He stood from the chair, approaching her and resting his butt on the large table in front of her, not fully sitting; one of his hands went into the front pocket of his pants while the other grabbed the table’s border. 

“Are yo-” Sebastian stopped her before she could finish her sayings.

“No, I’m not trying to justify his actions. What I’m saying is that most of them grew up in another time, they are not like us, they are old and grumpy and hate us for being young, rich and good looking. I mean, have you seen them? They look like dinosaurs.” Involuntarily she smiled. 

“I know, but sometimes I just want to slap them so hard.” She whined like a  little girl, gently rubbing her temples.

“Yeah, I've noticed how you grip that chair when some of them are, you know, idiots.” Suddenly a thought rushed inside her mind.

“Sebastian I forgot to tell you.” The romanian rested his eyes on her features. “I received this morning a call from  Jeffrey Simmons' assistant, he’s one of our associates and he invites us to his 60th birthday party this Saturday...in New Orleans.” She concluded bitting the inside of her cheek.

The blue eyed man groaned and threw his head back. “I don’t like it.” He said taking a deep breath.

“Well, me neither, but it is what it is and I already told Aaron to buy the plane tickets  for this Friday.” Y/N rested her small hand on his shoulders and the other was rubbing her belly softly. Sebastian lowered his gaze, resting it on her bump briefly and put his hand over hers, fingers soothingly caressing her skin.

“Are you going to be okay so far from home?” Sebastian asked with worried eyes, the thought that maybe it was better for the baby to just remain in the comfort of her home crossing his mind.

“Yes, Sebastian. It’s just a trip, what could go wrong?” Y/N asked rhetorically, his warm touch making her relax.

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The dark was over the city of New Orleans. Sebastian was walking by her side with his hand holding hers, the bellman leading them with their suitcases to their room. Y/N was tired, she could feel her eyes aching to be closed and have a peaceful sleep. All day, both her and Sebastian had been working, the only time they could take the flight to New Orleans being in the afternoon. She had been awake since 5 a.m, more so because of the baby; in the office, they had spent the entire day in meetings for the charity; added to all of that was the three hour flight where she could not close her eyes for a mere second because work decided to make her company on the little trip. 

Her free hand moved to the small of her back, as she waited for the bellman to open the door to the hotel suite. Y/N forgot about Sebastian and the bellman for the moment, entering the room the first thing she saw was the king sized bed that looked so appealing to her, she only wanted to rest her tired body on it and not leave it for a few hours. At the other side of the bed and bellow the windows was a small gray couch; the whole room was submerged in gray and white colors; the room had one desk against the wall where the bed was and a dinner table at the other side of the room, in front of the bed.

She didn't even noticed Sebastian closing the door behind him, until he let their suitcases on the bed in front of her. “Hungry?” He asked.

“I just want to sleep.” She mumbled, opening her suitcase and taking her toiletry bag and pajamas out. It was the first time in ages that she felt so tired so early, the clock had marked only 10:13 p.m. 

“We should order something. I don’t care that you want to sleep, I won’t let you go to bed until you eat before.” Sebastian took a pause and she knew what he was about to say; and she hated it because she could not refuse. “For the baby, for James.” He finally spoke.

Y/N sighed closing her eyes briefly. “Okay, you call, I’ll go take a shower.” She said before leaving to the bathroom.

She took her clothes off and looked at herself in the mirror, the bump was getting more noticeable. She shook her head at the sight of her smile.Y/N tuned on the shower, stepping inside and letting the hot water take over her body, every drop taking away the pain and the stress, her muscles relaxing. The CEO’s fingers run along her hair, pulling it back and letting a satisfying groan in the process. 

By the time she came out of the bathroom food was served, Sebastian was seated at the table with his phone in his holding, scrolling through what seemed to be instagram. Her legs made their way opposite from him, her hair was still slightly wet, water dripping from it to her clothing. Sebastian locked his phone and left it at his left, straightening himself on the chair and taking the fork. She took a piece of the chicken breasts, chewing on it slowly.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Sebastian offered. 

Y/N frowned her eyebrows lightly and waited to swallow the food before talking. “Don’t be ridiculous Sebastian, you don’t even fit in that couch.” She pointed at the furniture behind her. 

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“The bed is big enough for both of us Sebastian. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before.” The woman made a gesture as if it was not big deal, and it really wasn't, at least for her. But for Sebastian it was a whole other perspective, his heart was jumping of joy in his chest. “ We are not teenagers, no need of making of this something huge or uncomfortable.” She spoke her mind.

Sebastian sent a small smile her way. “ Don’t you think it’s weird that Jeffrey invited us to his birthday party?I mean, he never has before.” 

“ A little bit, but I don’t really know what’s going on in people’s mind, so I’m not bothering myself with it.” She shrugged her shoulders, not giving the man’s actions much importance. Maybe he wanted to congratulate them for the engagement and the baby, being that the reason for the invite. She didn't care about it, she just wanted to sleep before James would start and kick her insides, again. 

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Shifting on the bed uncomfortably she groaned, rubbing her eyes and opening them slowly; the light of the TV making them close again briefly until she adjusted to it. She had fallen asleep before Sebastian had finished his shower, probably he watched TV and fell asleep. The woman looked at her right side, Sebastian was sound asleep on his stomach, arms hid under the pillow and his features where facing her. Her hand searched blindly for the remote on the bed, finding it close to her body she took it and turned the TV off. Her eyes dared to the night stand, a digital clock there showed her that the time was 2 in the morning.

“James, please.” She whined silently, hands rubbing her belly softly in a vain attempt to try and calm the  baby’s kicks down. But the baby kept on with his doings, as if his life depended on it. She huffed, sitting on the bed and resting her body on the headboard, waiting of it to stop. But if it was as the previous nights, baby James would not stop anytime soon. “God baby, please let mommy sleep.” She begged again.

Sebastian heard her pleadings, her voice desperate in need of sleep. He opened his eyes and saw her. “What’s wrong?” He asked concerned, his voice coming out hoarse.

Y/N widened her eyes in surprise, it wasn't her intention to wake him up, after all, he had had a long day just as her. “God, sorry I didn't want to wake you.” She apologized with a whisper.

“Don’t worry Y/N. Just, tell me what’s wrong?” He asked once again with his head still on the pillows.

She looked down at him. “James is fully awake and won’t let me sleep.” The woman muttered.

Sebastian moved closer to her, lifting her top slightly he  rested his head near her bump and let his hand rub her skin, James' kicks pushing against his palm. “Buddy, it’s late and your mother needs to rest. So, would you please stop?” His voice was soft and authoritarian at the same time, earning a light chuckle from her.

“ If that works, I swear I’m gonna kiss you.” Y/N said.

Sebastian looked up at her with raised eyebrows and then connected his blue gaze with her bump again, wishing his son was done for the night. But it just looked like James was not playing for his father’s team, or anyone’s actually, just his.The romanian sighed sitting on the bed.

“Alright, let’s go for a walk.” He said standing from the bed and heading for the closet, pulling out two pairs of shoes.

“A walk?” She asked while her body moved to let her legs hanging at the edge.

“ Yes, we are going to tire him out, or to see if a little movement calms him.” He moved to her with her black converse in hand. They had put with them some casual clothes for their plan of  exploring the city before the party. He knelt in front of her, taking her feet and putting her shoes on. 

“Is it cold outside?” Her eyes followed his moves.

“Doesn't matter, we are just going to walk around the hotel.” He tied her shoes. “And if anybody tries to tell us that we can’t, we’ll use the baby card.” Sebastian winked at her with a smile and got up from the floor, holding his hand out for her to take. He helped her stand and took the room’s key card.

“This better work, Sebastian.” She whispered outside of the room, worried that someone may hear them.

“If it doesn't I promise I’ll carry you back.” Involuntary she wrapped her arm with his. They had spent so much time as a fake couple in the public eye, that the actions of holding his hand or calling him sweet names where almost mechanic, something her subconscious did. At this point it was as if they were method actors. 

“ Sounds right to me.” She smiled glaring at him.

“It’s the first time that’s happening?” He wondered, their feet walking down the hallway to who knew where.

“No, it’s been going on for the whole week.” She muttered. 

Sebastian turned his head to her with a look she could not read on his face. “Why didn't you tell me anything?” He sounded a little upset about her not running to him before.

“Because I don’t think it’s important and because there is nothing that you could have done.” She answered shrugging her shoulders.

“First of all, when we are talking about our kid and the mother of my son it’s important.” She felt her heart flip in her chest. “And second of all, I don’t care that maybe I couldn't help, but I would had stayed awake with you all night Y/N, to keep you company.” Her heart flipped again. Her mouth frowned in confusion before he noticed it, trying to keep her feelings as drowned as possible. “From now on, you come to me okay? If I’m not home you call me and I’ll stay with you on the phone ‘till you fall asleep or if I can I’ll go as soon as I can to you. But you need to tell me, Y/N.” He stopped on his tracks, turning his body to hers and resting his hands on her shoulders. The romanian’s steel blue eyes locked on her big ones, waiting for her answer.

“ Fine. Your inner dad showing too much?” She laughed, interviewing their arms together again and retaking their walk, going down the stairs. 

“There is no inner dad anymore Y/N, it has been on the surface since I first noticed your bump.” He remarked, helping her down the stairs and into the hotel’s large lobby. The receptionist smiled at them and did not ask anything nor gave them a warning. “Do you want to sit?” He asked looking at the numerous couches.

She shook her head, still thinking of his previous words. She liked his dad side, but she liked it more that it just showed with her. They kept on walking in a comfortable silence, her mind wondering about them. She pictured how different both their lives would had been if she didn't go to the clinic; probably they wouldn't have spent more time than the necessary together; probably they would still throw trash at each other at every chance they got. Y/N didn't know why, but her heart hurt in that instant, thinking that the memories they were making because of the baby would not have existed if things were otherwise. The kind of relationship they had now was something she very much liked, even though sometimes they were jerks to each other; after all, old habits die hard. And because of that, their feelings from their once love story were still not dead.

“Did he stop?” Sebastian asked looking at her. 

Y/N zoomed out of the movie her brain was creating and stared at him. She hadn't even realized that James’ kicks had faded away. “Oh god, yes!” She said excited, a bright smile plastered on her tired but beautiful features.

“ It seems that after all, I did help you.” Sebastian smirked. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Thank you.” She said, while they were making their way back.

“Don’t, it’s my responsibility to make sure you are both good.” Sebastian interviewed their fingers, lifting her hand to his mouth and softly kissing it’s back. “Let’s just hope that young man doesn't decide to start again once we are in bed.” He laughed pointing at her belly.

“ If he does, you will be singing to him Disney songs.” Y/N’s tone was one of joking, but he took it at serious.

“Deal.” Sebastian said shaking his hand with hers. “Just hope I won’t have to do that, for both of our shakes.” His mouth closed in a tight line as he shook his head dramatically, a smile showing his white teeth appearing shortly after. 

 Y/N looked at the father of her son in awe, he sometimes amazed her in the best of ways.

Part 12

MASTERLIST

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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

masterlist

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

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

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

word count: 1,447

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” you cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[livingmybestfictionallife]

F*ck with me--what the hell?!

Prompts: –> Part 1: Hope Ann Gregory brings in an old friend to help her train Maggie for the Olympics as well as to repel Lance Tucker from stealing Maggie from Hope –> Part 2: Maggie qualifies for the US Women’s Olympic Gymnastics team and she, Hope, and (Y/N) head to Brazil along with the rest of the US Women’s team and Lance. –> Part 3: (Y/N) balances her professional duties and personal vengeance against Lance Tucker, rather successfully until Lance steps up his game. –> Part 4: Tension rises between Lance and (Y/N) –> Part Five: Frustrated he was bested by (Y/N), Lance drunkenly stumbles to her, Hope’s, and Maggie’s shared room where Hope and Maggie force (Y/N) to handle the situation…and then things get pretty heated. --> Part 6: The day after. The events that followed (Y/N)’s decision to spend the night with Lance could have an extreme effect on her relationships and career.

Warnings: language bc it’s Hope and Lance

Tags: @gingerbatchwife, @broken-pieces, @bubblyanarocks3, @yessy2012

The alarm clock blared annoyingly at 6 AM on the dot. (Y/N) hadn’t paid attention to the time other than the fact that it was early--too damned early--but that was the Olympics. She rolled over and practically punched the alarm clock in an attempt for it to stop annoying her, only regretting her decision when she knocked it off the night stand in her unsuccessful attempt to stop the noise. (Y/N) slipped out of the bed and her bare feet touched the soft carpet as she made her way toward the clock. Once the evil machine was in her hands, she realized just how late she was.

“Six? How did I sleep in so late?” she gasped and hurried toward the closet to find the track suit she was supposed to wear specifically for today only to find a bunch of oversized and baggy clothes, some with ‘Tucker’ printed on the back or the initials LT plastered in the tags. “Shit,” she grumbled as she glanced around the room. “All these damn hotel rooms look the same,” she hissed as she pulled the clothes she had on the previous night back onto her body and rushed through the room to find her important belongings like phone and key card. Once all of her belongings were back in her possession, she tried to search the room to find any signs of Lance but quickly gave up, knowing Hope would have her ass for being any more late than she was.

(Y/N) ran through the halls and into her room to find it empty. She knew there was no time for a shower and she instead hurried to spray her hair with dry shampoo, spritz some body spray around her, and slip into the track suit before rushing to the arena.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Hope yelled as she say (Y/N) try and slip discretely into the locker room.

“I was...I stayed up late reviewing footage and missed my alarm,” (Y/N) lied. 

“Maggie said something about Fucker Tucker coming by drunk off his ass. Are you sure there was nothing there that distracted you?”

“What the hell, Hope?” (Y/N) protested. “I made sure he got back to his room and went to the computer bay to work. I fell asleep there, but I’m here now, so do you want to get to work or keep waisting time questioning me?” She couldn’t help being defensive. She wasn’t necessarily proud of what happened the previous night, but at the same time, she didn’t exactly regret it. There wasn’t any time for (Y/N) to process that she had sex with Lance and his disappearance this morning didn’t help her ability to figure out what the hell was going on. Besides, Hope was one of the sluts he slept with all those years ago.. Why should (Y/N) disclose what happened last night when Hope kept that a secret from her for nearly ten years?

“Fine, what’s the verdict?” Hope asked as her attitude turned from interrogation to professional.

“The only mishaps Maggie had from the past couple practices is when she gets too much in her head. She’s letting her nerves psych her our,” (Y/N) stated.

“Alright,” Hope said and then went toward where Ben stood to ask how much time they had left before being called into the arena.

“(Y/N),” Maggies said quietly.

“Yeah?” she asked in return while taking a step toward the girl.

“I don’t know if I can do this. You and Hope have done so much and I--I don’t want to let you down,” she admitted, her voice cracking a bit as she spoke.

“Maggie,” (Y/N) said while pulling the girl into a small hug, “you’ve worked so hard for this. You’re more than ready for this! Don’t tell Hope I said this, but if you just go out there and have fun--don’t treat it like a competition--you’ll be perfect!”

“PowWow over,” Hope stated, causing the pair to separate and look to her. “Time to enter.” The quartet made their way toward a tunnel in the arena. First stood Hope and then Ben, followed by (Y/N), and then the competitor, Maggie. To their left was the rest of the US women’s team lead by their coach, the now sober and arrogantly cocky man (Y/N) had been dealing with and frankly didn’t know how to handle any more. 

“Gregory,” Lance stated without breaking his position of attention, waiting to lead his team into the arena.

“Tucker,” she responded drying. Ben turned to look and see if Hope was okay or if Lance had already gotten under her skin, but was quickly corrected. “Eyes forward, Twitchy,” she stated sharply.

“(Y/N),” Lanced called, “can you come here for a moment?” he asked, breaking pose to meet her eyes. She looked to Hope for instruction whose eyes were now locked on Lance’s , trying to figure out what reason he’d need to speak with (Y/N) privately. “It’s about one of my girls’ jumps,” he stated, prompting Hope to nod lightly, allowing me to fall out of line.

“Which girl and what jump?” (Y/N) asked shortly once she had her back to Hope and looked up at Lance.

“I just wanted to apologize for last night,” he whispered. (Y/N)’s jaw tightened as her eyes remained locked on his and her stance unwavering.

“Don’t be, you were drunk” she said before a smirk grew on her smirk, “not everyone’s up to their peak performance when intoxicated,” she finished under her breath. She turned to go back to her position in line when his fingers wrapped around her upper arm and stopped her in her tracks.

“I meant, I wanted to apologize for being drunk,” he restated before lowering his tone and finishing his sentence, “when we-”

“I said, don’t be. It’s not a big deal,” (Y/N) stated a bit more harshly than she intended. (Y/N) fell back into line and held her head up. Her understanding and processing of what happened was still going on and she wanted nothing more than to be isolated and alone instead of about to be thrown into an arena full of people and be in the center of everything. She had been wrestling with the fact that she chose to lose her virginity to the asshole who had once been the source of her torment, but she hadn’t considered the fact that she chose to lose it to a drunk asshole.

“AND NOW, THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WOMEN’S GYMNASTIC TEAM WITH THEIR COACH, FORMER GOLD MEDALIST, LANCE TUCKER.” The line of girls lead by Lance filed into the arena and for a split second, the rocks weighing down (Y/N)’s stomach lifted. “FOLLOWED BY MAGGIE TOWNSEND AND HER COACH, FORMER BRONZE MEDALIST, HOPE ANN GREGORY.” The crowd continued their screams as the team entered behind Lance’s.

“We may walk in after them, but they’ll be behind us on the winner’s podium,” Hope stated confidently and loudly enough for the rest of her team as well as Lance could hear her. The teams were quick to line the walls and wait for the other countries’ teams to enter the games. (Y/N) couldn’t help notice Lance’s all to obvious and hasty glances in her direction. As Uruguay was entering, he made his way toward Hope, pointed toward (Y/N), and then continued to proceed down the line, lightly grasp her arm, and lead her toward his seat at the opposite end of the line of gymnasts.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked as he then continued to escort her into an empty tunnel attached to the arena next to their seats.

“I said I was sorry for being a drunk asshole,” he restated to her.

“And I said it did’t matter,” she spat.

“It seems like it does,” he replied.

“Look, Tucker, we’re here for the girls and their competition.”

“There it is,” he sighed, “I’m back to being just Tucker again.”

“What?” she asked while sighing in aggravation. Lance stepped forward to place his hands on her hips and his lips on hers, but (Y/N) backed away too quickly to explain.

“Why the fuck would I think anything has changed between us?” His voice was low and...defeated. (Y/N) could see the anger welling up in his face as he spun to leave. She was shocked to feel two hot tears roll down her cheeks as she stood in the empty tunnel by herself. (Y/N) was quick to brush the tears off on her sleeve, collect herself, and make her way back toward Hope and Maggie. She refused to show Lance any difference in her presence as she passed him and stood beside Hope to keep from having to be next to Lance.

Event after event passed and for the most part, (Y/N) was holding herself together pretty well. Lance’s fractured emotions were taken out through arrogance and poor sportsmanship toward Hope, (Y/N), Ben, and Maggie. (Y/N) on the other hand became more involved with reassuring the competitors before their event, unfortunately, that involved her interacting with Lance since the majority of girls were on his team. Neither of them spoke of or to the other and it was infuriating both of them. Two hours into the competition, (Y/N) noticed Hope talking to one of the past male gymnasts that went to Athens. (Y/N) hurried over toward her in an attempt to hide the events of last night, but was too late.

“Why the hell is Tucker’s face so red?” she tried to divert the conversation.

“Probably because he knows I’m telling Hope about what we saw last night,” the guy said.

“I can’t believe you actually did it!” Hope called victoriously. “Way to take one for the team, am I right?” (Y/N) could see the embarrassment shedding over Lance’s face as he attempted to leave the area. “Seriously though, you really fucked up his game,” Hope continued.

“Again,” the guy with them added with a laugh as more of Lance’s old teammates gathered into the conversation. (Y/N) could feel her face getting hot and her heart clench in her chest as she watched Lance angrily slam a door into a hallway open and disappear behind it.

“Excuse me,” she stated and pushed past the people in front of her before running toward the door and slipping through the crack left by Lance’s outburst and hurrying down the dark and dank empty hall. “Lance,” she called out.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)? All that shit I was honest to you about and I’m some damn charity case? Not even that; to you, I’m just...what the hell (Y/N)?” She tried to approach him. She just wanted to touch him or hug him--something innocent...something their experiences with one another have never been. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Lance!” she yelled. “I...I want to believe you. I want to believe all of what you told me, I want to believe that you actually give a shit about me! I just don’t know how to!”

“Now you don’t fucking have to,” he demanded. “You make me look like a damn fool all of the fucking time and I’m...I’m done dealing with your shit.”

“Lance,” she tried again to get his attention by placing her hand on his arm.

“I said don’t touch me, (Y/N).” He slapped her arm away from his and glared at her, each of them standing still until the echo of him hitting her faded down the hall.

“Nothing about what happened last night was malicious! Not a single thing that happened between us was to fuck with you--I mean, it was in the beginning but...”

“But then what? I opened myself up to you? You realized I was a fucking person?”

“YES!” she shouted. “Until then, you were an ass. Until you started being honest and even genuine, you were a prick who deserved whatever he was about to get. I didn’t decide to do anything with or to you just to fuck with you, just like you didn’t do all that mean shit to me back in Athens for no reason other than to be an ass!”

“Then what the hell, (Y/N)?” Lance had one of his hands resting on his hips and the other making its way through his hair.

“We go back out there, finish the games, and then meet up in your room to talk about this,” she stated. Lance took a deep breath and sniffed before nodding, knowing she was making sense despite his aggravation.