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sashaisready · 22 days ago

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Feel The Burn: Chapter 1

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

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

Wordcount: Approx 4.3k

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

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He’d snuck out before you had woken up.

The little shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A walking red flag.

Literally too, with that jacket.

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

…Touché.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was intoxicating.

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

You’d never experienced anything like it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned, not liking that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cupcake”.

“Tuck”, you responded with your own nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You huffed in protest but she persisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t say you were…” you mumbled.

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

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

“No…Lance, I’m just messing around…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked at him, bewildered.

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

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

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

Asshole.

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

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

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

“Cupcake…I’m sorry-”

“And don’t call me that!”

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

Great. Pity. That was somehow worse.

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

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

That would have to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Motherfucker!” you said aloud into the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

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

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

“Just forget about her, Hughie…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”

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

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

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

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

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bu-Bucky…”

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

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

“I-I’ve never-“

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

“O-okay…”

“Steve…you get her mouth…”

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

Princess was a mess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off Storm!”

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

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

Johnny didn’t care though.

“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready for another cock, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

Everything hurt.

Her jaw felt sore.

Her pussy felt raw.

Her ass felt like it was torn in two.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 8

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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

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

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

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

Bring Lightness Back

Summary: what if Lance took the baby

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: implied non con, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“Let’s just take a nap.”

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

“And we had a deal.”

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

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

“Yes, he is! This is mine and…”

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

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

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

“You’re lying!”

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

“Lance, don’t. He’s mine and…”

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

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

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

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

“He’s a fucking halfbreed.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

“You are a mutt!”

“Dada!”

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

“Get it away!”

“Dada!”

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

“Ransom is that thing’s father.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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

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jobean12-blog · 1 year ago

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Hey Jo! I'm trying to find this fic and was wondering if you knew it? 😅

It's a Lance Tucker x reader fic which is set at Christmas and is a multi part (4 or 5 parts I believe) where Lance misses his flight to I think LA or Miami and spends the Christmas time with the reader? It was super angsty and fluffy and was called something like "All I Want For Christmas Is You" I think?

I cannot find it for the life of me lol

Hi love! Hope you're having a good day! <3

So this is a Lance fic I do not know unfortunately! I'm sorry! But I will ask around to see if anyone can help! Sounds super cute! Love Lance hehe

Good luck finding it! Hugs and love! ❤️

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strawberrybisou · 3 days ago

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okay but I need lance and Bucky irl 😜🤭

crystal clear and smudgy

pairing: personal trainer!lance tucker x curvy!reader / just a little tiny hint of bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. kinda established undefined relationship. no explicit smut but sexual content. talks of working out. just a little tiny hint of bucky x reader. steve rogers has a blink and you’ll miss it appearance. mentions of oral. some shades of degradation at the beginning. cursing. bits of fluff. mention of reader having a degradation and a praise kink. little ooc lance bc he’s way sweeter and a lot more bearable here than he is in the bronze 💀 not edited simply bc i didn’t want to edit it - apologies for any mistakes. if something needs to be tagged pls lmk!

words: 4k

notes: not expecting much interaction for this one but if you do so happen to give it a read, i’d love to know what you think! personally - i really loved writing this one ☺️ as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. thank you for reading! 🩵

“Let’s go, princess, one more set,” he orders, standing over you as you lay on the ground, collapsed and completely warn out by the last twelve reps. At this angle you could just lift your leg and hit him right where it hurts.

And he’d deserve it, too.

You’re distracted from the thoughts of kicking your own personal menace by the feeling of him kicking you. Right in your side. Not anywhere near close enough to hurt, but just enough to piss you off.

“Don’t fucking kick me,” you swat at him, “jackass.”

“You just gonna lay there and take it?” he challenges, walking further up your body so he’s standing over your chest now.

By the smirk that curves his lips, you can tell he’s about to say something else as your already hot body heats further under his burning gaze. He knows what he’s doing and you want to hate him for it.

He lifts a foot, holding eye contact with you as he brings it to your chest, pressing down with just enough of his weight to ensure that you can feel it as your mouth goes dry and your head goes empty.

“We both know how well you can take it,” he taunts, stepping just a little harder as your hands fly up to his shoe and push on his foot a bit as a stilted gasp - a gasp and not a moan - leaves you.

A moment later the chime sounds at the entrance of the gym, signaling the arrival of another. Lance’s smirk taunts you a second longer, that glimmer of mischief still twinkling in his eye before he steps over you.

Your eyes follow him as he leaves the weight room to greet whoever it is at the front desk. It’s a Wednesday so you know he isn’t coaching any gymnastic classes, and he stopped taking other clients on Wednesdays after the second time you found yourselves being…interrupted by an early arrival.

Wednesdays were now exclusively reserved for you.

You know how it sounds in your head, but you also know it’s really for no other reason than him wanting to get his dick wet without interruption.

At least that’s how it started, anyway.

After the second time you were almost caught, you refused his advances at the next session. You weren’t risking it. Lance, however, couldn’t have cared less if someone had walked in on you on your knees in front of him, his dick down your throat while you sucked him off. In fact, you’re almost certain he probably would’ve liked it. When he realized you were serious, he rolled his eyes and went to the front entrance, making a show of locking the door as you watched on. He got out his phone and texted his next client that he had to cancel before he came back over to you and shoved his phone in your face.

“There, happy now?” He asked before he tossed it next to you on the bench you were sitting on.

You just looked up at him and couldn’t get a word out before he was dragging you to the locker rooms. Happy maybe wasn’t the word you would have used, but surely satisfied. Especially after the way he fucked you in front of the big mirror across the room. Forcing you to look at yourself, to watch the way he used you, how he made you feel so good and so full of him, his lips pressed against your ear as he spoke the filthiest degradations, with sprinkles of praises when you squeezed his cock just right or made a certain sound that had him groaning deeply and squeezing your soft hips even tighter. And definitely after he fucked you again in the showers. It was slower that time; steamy and yet still rough, and god, just as fucking hot.

You went home with him that night.

And begrudgingly, every other Wednesday night since.

It’s become routine. You meet here, have your training session, and after that forty-five minute mark, it inevitably devolves into you two fucking around before Lance reminds you how much more comfortable his bed is compared to whichever surface you’ve found yourself being pressed against that night.

You assumed tonight would be like any other but as you hear Lance talking, and what sounds like two other men speaking in return, you get the feeling you’re wrong.

You briefly contemplate getting that one last set in before you shoot up, eyes wide at the realization of whose voice it is you’re hearing out there. No way, you think. Shouldn’t he have his own private gym at Stark Towers?

You get to your knees and crawl over to the window of the weight room, peaking your head just up enough to be able to see who it is out there.

You fucking knew it!

Of all the gyms in this city, he had to find his way to this one.

You can’t see his face, but you’d recognize that arm and that voice anywhere. Steve Rogers stands by him, gym duffle hooked over his shoulder as Lance says something you can’t quite hear about punching bags. You sink back down to the floor before any of the three men can spot you.

You don’t know why you feel so embarrassed but there’s a very strong urge threatening to take over you and see you bolting out the back door before anyone can say a word.

…That’s a lie, actually.

You do know why you’re so embarrassed. It’s not only the decision you made but the very real implications of what that decision means…

Because really, who in their right fucking mind would ever turn down a date with the Bucky Barnes?

No one! Never you.

And yet…you did.

You’ve been trying to avoid thinking about what feelings prompted your almost immediate no from the second the rebuff left your lips.

You’re single. You have every right to go out with anyone you so please. And yet, night after night, there’s only one man who runs through your every thought.

The same man who so shamelessly flirts back with any woman in his vicinity - and makes sure you see it every damn time. You always wonder if he can see the ire you try to hide burning in your gaze. If that’s what causes his smug smirk to spread when he spots you. That glimmer of mirth in his bright blue eyes. Ughhh.

The same man who sends you completely unsolicited selfies, thirst traps, and nudes nearly every damn day. If his texts weren’t so damn incessant, personalized, detailed and pointed, you’d almost wonder who else he sends those pictures to.

The same man who calls you whenever he’s bored. At first you thought he just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice, but lately you’ve been wondering if he just wants to hear yours.

The same man whose bed you’ve found yourself sleeping in nearly every damn night the past two weeks. The nights that have put to rest your wonder of who else he gets in his bed beside you.

The same man who -

Is standing right in front of you.

Your wide eyes blink up as you feel eyes on you. Three pairs.

You clear your throat and push yourself up to stand. Lance looks like he’s about to say something but Bucky’s voice cuts his off before he can get a word out. He says your name as a question and has not only yours, but Lance and Steve’s attention as well.

One of their brows furrowed a bit more significantly than the other.

You smile at him and titter nervously, “Hey, Bucky.”

“Hi,” he smiles back. “Steve, this is,” he gestures, providing him your name in introduction. “PR…Relations?” He says, trying to remember your job title again.

“Something like that, yeah,” you laugh.

“So I’ve heard. Nice to finally meet you,” Steve extends his hand to yours in a polite shake, a friendly smile of his own on his face.

“You too,” you say as you shake hands.

Lance says nothing as he crosses his arms over his chest, and you can feel his gaze heavy on you.

“So,” Bucky says as he takes a step closer to you while Steve turns to Lance expectantly. With a bit of what you might be reading into as reluctance, Lance finally peels his eyes off you and Bucky and starts toward the boxing area near the back of the large weight room. “It’s over here,” he leads him.

You’re now standing alone with Bucky, and yet you can feel Lance’s eyes on you still. You think you like it…

Maybe he’s getting a taste of his own medicine. Unlike him, though, you don’t plan on leading anyone on just to see if he’ll care. If that is, in fact, what he has been doing to see if he can get a response from you.

“You workout here often?” Bucky asks.

“Uhm, not really, no,” you laugh lightly. “I prefer home to here but Lance is my trainer,” you nod in his direction, “we have a weekly session.”

“Oh, nice. We’ve heard good things about this place, wanted to come check it out. It usually closes early on Wednesdays, right? We had to call and set this up.”

“Yeah, it’s normally closed around six,” you say, “lucky you guys’ll have a private session.”

“You do private sessions?”

“Hm?”

“Is that why you’re here, I mean? Private session?”

“Oh,” you can feel your skin burning, “uh, yeah. Mhm,” you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

His lips tilt up at you and you can’t not return the smile as a little silence grows between you.

“Look, before I ask again, I want you to know that I can take no for an answer, I swear,” he says sincerely, looking into your eyes, “but uh, have you given any more thought to getting dinner?”

You take a stilted breath, your brows raising the slightest bit before you blink. You wet your lips before you force yourself to speak.

“I uhm,” you turn for half a second to glance back at Lance, finding his eyes still set on you before you return Bucky’s gaze once more, “I’m seeing somebody, actually. I kinda have been…I’m sorry, I should’ve told you that the first time. I just, uh, I. I wasn’t sure what we were- are,” you shake your head, feeling a bit flustered, “it’s a little complicated, uhm,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“No, please,” he shakes his head, “don’t be sorry. I get it. Complicated.” He rubs the back of his neck, his bicep bulging with the movement of his raised arm and the hem of his shirt lifting just a bit. Gooooooood.

You’ve said no to this god of a man twice now. Hell. You must really be in deep.

“Well, if complicated ever changes, you know how to reach me,” he offers with a light smile. You nod and give a soft one of your own.

Before Bucky has the chance to walk away, Lance is at your side, startling you a bit as you look over to him.

“You finished your last set?” He asks as Bucky looks between the two of you.

“Uh huh,” you nod. He knows you’re lying as he narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t call you out on it- for now at least.

“I gotta stay a little later tonight,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. You watch as he takes his house key off the ring before he holds it out to you. “I’ll be home in an hour or two,” he says nonchalantly as you stare at the key dumbly for a long second before you finally reach to take it.

“Okay,” you murmur almost so quietly you barely hear yourself.

Bucky huffs a smirk to himself in realization before he speaks, “Well, it was good running into you. Have a good night. ‘M sure I’ll see you around again.”

“Yeah, you, too,” you breathe another smile of your own as Bucky passes, touching your arm briefly before making his way over to his friend.

You force yourself to then turn and face Lance completely, your wonder evident in your eyes at his actions. “You want me to-“

“Yeah,” he cuts you off. “You’re gonna end up there anyway, thought I’d save you the back and forth from your place to mine.”

Your eyes narrow at his attitude. You’re used to his cocky self assurance and the way every word seems to be laced with a taunt, but this isn’t that. He seems…you aren’t sure. But definitely off.

“I’m gonna end up there anyway?” You question, defiance and annoyance both nipping at you at once.

“Yes.” He readily supplies, taking a step closer to you, invading your space in a way you don’t normally mind when you’re alone.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because that’s what this is.”

Oh god, you think. Maybe he heard you say you were seeing someone. Maybe he knew you were referring to him and maybe he doesn’t want you thinking this is anything more than sex. You’re not seeing someone. It’s not complicated. If you ignore the calls and texts and mid day and late night and early morning rendezvous and the cuddles and showers and pet names without malice or sarcasm reserved for only you, then yeah.

Yeah.

It’s just sex.

It’s not like either of you have ever said it’s anything else, you remind yourself.

You swallow down your embarrassment as your eyes flick toward your shoes. You spot your water and think to grab it and go. You don’t really have anything else to say. Just a lot to think about.

You don’t have time to do anything, though, before Lance’s hands come to hold your jaw, tilting your face up and forcing you to meet his eyes. They’re dark, his usual glint of taunting playfulness now gone. In its place is something much more heated, more serious. If you didn’t know better you might even say possessive…

“Because you’re mine,” he adds, voice deeper and lower as he takes another step to you. His eyes flash from your own to your lips and it’s not another second before he crashes his into yours, kissing you hard. His hands hold your head as he keeps you near him while you can do nothing but kiss him back. It’s not too long but still borderline desperate. You two don’t really kiss all too often and never this intently unless he has you stuffed full of him - and never have you kissed at all in front of anyone before.

Part of you knows he’s probably just putting on a show, wanting to prove something to who he perceives to be competition, and part of you doesn’t care. But a smaller part of you thinks maybe, just maybe, it’s not so much to prove something to Bucky - but to prove something to you.

You pull away after a second, but staying close enough to still breathe him in. You’re dazed and he knows it as that cocksure smirk spreads across his lips again after he looks into your shining eyes.

“Hydrate,” he tells you, letting you go. “I’ll stretch you out when I get home,” he winks, earning a gawked face from you as he starts to walk backwards over to the boxing side of the room. God, you pray they didn’t hear him say that. You chance a glance their way and see them already caught up in a sparring match, paying you and Lance no mind.

You see his slight annoyance at your preoccupation with what they might have heard and it makes you realize that this very random run in with Bucky might have changed the course of…whatever it is this situation has been. Is?

You have certainly never seen this side of Lance before. You again wonder what it means for him because you know well how he is.

This isn’t the time or place to figure it out, though. You give him another look and nod. “I’ll see you…then, then.”

You grab your water and go for your bag on the bench beside you, tossing the key he gave you in there and grabbing your own set to hold. You give him one more fleeting look before heading for the door, it’s like you’re trying to read his mind with every glance and you are getting absolutely nothing.

It’s not far from the gym to his place and you’re there within fifteen minutes. It’s a little weird unlocking his door and walking into the empty home, but you’ve been here frequently enough to not feel entirely out of place.

You refill your now empty bottle with the water from his water cooler and drink some more as you set your bag down on the couch.

You don’t know how you should wait for him, or what he’s expecting, but you’re sweaty and he’s not currently here on top of you distracting you from that fact, so you decide on a shower.

You head to his bathroom and strip down before grabbing your towel - wait no, not your towel. It’s just the towel you tend to use when you shower here. You grab it from the shelf with the other folded towels and drape it over the towel bar near the shower. You start the water and let it run for a bit while it warms before you step in.

You grab your loofah - that you only keep there for emergencies - and wash with your body wash. Again, emergencies. Once you’re clean and refreshed, you let yourself enjoy the warmth of the water gently beating down on you. And you let your mind wander.

‘Because you’re mine.’

Lance’s voice runs through your mind and sends a feeling through your body like no other. He’s never said that before. So definitely. So serious. And that kiss…

You take a deep breath and try to relax some more.

The more you think, the harder it is to deny.

God, you really are here all the damn time. And going over your daily routine you realize just how much Lance fits into it. You don’t know how you didn’t see it sooner, maybe you didn’t want to, but the truth is starting to creep up on you. This isn’t just sex.

But ah, can you really say that? All you two do when you’re around each other is fuck. You don’t think there’s been a single day you’ve spent with him that you didn’t do something sexual. So maybe…maybe you’re wrong.

Maybe it’s more of a friends with benefits type thing? You’re certainly past the point of just being fuck buddies.

But friends doesn’t feel entirely right either.

You know now, and truthfully you probably knew after getting asked out by Bucky the first time, that this is more than any of that.

You feel things for him. Things that aren’t just sexual attraction or kinship.

You don’t find yourself wondering what your friends are doing at random times of the day, smiling to yourself at the prospect of seeing them soon, no… Only with him.

You don’t find yourself craving the warmth or hold of your friends when you crawl into bed at night… Just him.

You don’t get butterflies when your friend’s contacts show up on your phone with a new message or a call… Only with him.

You don’t feel the way about your friends that you do about him.

You love your friends, yeah. But it’s not the way you-

You stop yourself before you can finish the thought.

You turn off the water and grab the towel off the bar outside the shower door.

You wrap yourself up and dry off best you can before walking out to his bedroom.

Realizing you might want to commit to a real relationship with someone and declaring that you might possibly be in love with them are two very different things. And you’re still not sure you’re ready to do the former, let alone the latter.

Do you really need to do this? To address it at all? You don’t think so. No. You don’t think you will.

So what if it is just sex? It’s been working for you both so far. You can’t deny you have feelings deeper than that for him, but you really don’t want to talk about it tonight. Maybe ever, you think petulantly.

Here’s the facts:

One, you think you really like Lance. Like, like like.

Two, you know you don’t want to get involved with anyone else - including, just as a reminder, Bucky fucking Barnes. Which again, is insane to admit.

And three, label or not, you can’t argue with him. He was right.

You’re his.

You sigh and resign yourself to the bubble of discontent sitting deep in your stomach. You’re so over it.

You think about grabbing something from his kitchen to eat but decide you really don’t have an appetite for anything. You forgo clothes, sure you’ll be rid of anything you put on when Lance gets home anyway, and get into his bed.

The second your head hits the pillow, exhaustion hits you full force. You’re beat. You try to fight it for a few minutes but eventually lose out and fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Lance’ll wake you up when he gets home.

It’s a tickle along your side that rouses you lightly. Your eyes open so slightly, still thick with sleep as you notice the darkenedness of the room. You’re groggy but you feel his featherlight touch again, ghosting from around your bottom, over your bare hip, and trailing up your side. You know it’s him. You’ll work through your sleep in a second, you tell yourself.

You wonder if he knows you woke up; he’s being so quiet. And he’s keeping his touch so soft. He’s laying beside you as you’re turned into him, laying on your side. You still don’t have the energy to move, still half asleep.

You make a little noise as his touch tickles up your side again and you shift into him further. You’re surprised as he shushes you and pulls you in closer. You can feel him looking down at you in the near blackened room as your face is now in his chest.

You let out a soft, sleepy moan as he gently fondles your tit in his hand, squeezing lightly, just feeling you as his thumb brushes over your peaking nipple. Your brows furrow as you turn into him to be closer and another delicate sound slips past your lips. You’re hushed again as he rescinds his touch, dragging his hand back down your body once more.

You rest a hand on his chest as you relax further into him. His hand finds its place on your thick thigh, moving your leg to rest across him.

He’s bare under the sheets, you feel him. He’s half hard and you’re expecting him to slip inside you any moment.

“Been thinking about you all damn day. Driving me fuckin’ crazy,” he seems to grouse to himself as he whispers aloud, pulling you closer yet. His skin seems a little damp and you can smell his soap. He must’ve showered.

You almost force yourself to open your eyes but you’re stopped by the feeling of Lance’s lips pressing softly against your temple as he hugs you into him. He always claims it’s you who searches him out in the middle of the night to cuddle into him, but clearly he plays a part in the way you always seem to wake up tangled in one another, too.

“Lance,” you murmur sleepily, unable to open your eyes if you’d wanted to.

“Shhh,” he hushes. “Don’t talk, just sleep.”

You don’t argue, you just turn more into him; content to do just that.

But you’re even more surprised when not very long after you both settle, you feel his breathing even out as he falls completely asleep with you in his arms.

No sex.

Hmm.

This, whatever it is…

It’s complicated.

Clearly.

But clearly, it’s not that complicated.

#lance tucker x curvy!reader #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker #lance tucker drabble #lance tucker fic #sebastian stan characters #glimpse of bucky barnes x curvy!reader

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sweetiebarnes · 10 months ago

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The following content is intended for an adult audience only. 18+ only. Minor DNI. Please pay attention to all warnings. Dark elements ahead. You do not have permission to steal or copy my work.

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

God the Bounty Hunter

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan masterlist #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fics #charles blackwood #charles blackwood fics #carter baizen #carter baizen fics #god the bounty hunter #lance tucker #lee bodecker #max burnett #mickey henry #nick fowler #steve kemp

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buckythinker · 2 months ago

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literally shaking. What the fuck

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #marvel #steve kemp #bucky x reader #mickey henry #lance tucker #i need him #bucky barnes fic #the winter soldier

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sashaisready · 17 days ago

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Feel The Burn: Chapter 2

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

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Wordcount: Approx. 2600

You blinked. You had literally met this man all of three seconds ago and here he was wanting your life story. “W…what?”

“Tell me about him,” he didn’t falter as he confidently took a few steps closer to you, “I assume it’s a him, right?”

You nodded in bewilderment at his interest, but you were at least thankful for the distraction, “yeah…but, you don’t have to, I mean it’s not…”

You knew you were flustered, but in your defence, there was a lot going on.

‘Chris’ took another slow drag of his cigarette as casual as anything, then stubbed it out on the wall. “It’s cool. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t wanna. But can I have your name, at least?”

You muttered your name in response, and he repeated it back, smiling as he did. He had a surprisingly sweet smile; it immediately softened the brashness of the rest of his look.

“I…so you’re here for the party?” you stumbled, unsure of what to say to him. He made you feel a little nervous…

…But maybe not in an altogether bad way.

“Mmhm. Just taking five. I came with a friend of a friend. Nice people, here. Friends of yours?”

He was looking at you in a way that you couldn’t quite pin down, curiosity? Assessment? Or…something else?

He must just want to be nice. He could probably tell you were a little worked up and felt bad for you.

“Yeah…Kat is one of my good friends. She’s probably mad that I left but…”

You let your sentence hang as Lance’s words echoed in your ears. You felt a wave of nausea hit as you replayed the confrontation in your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hey…you okay?” Chris asked, edging closer as he eyed you with concern.

Great. More pity.

“I’m good…I just, need to go home,” you said softly as you shook it off.

“Alright. You want a ride? I got my bike parked up over there. Only had one beer”.

You weren’t expecting that.

You shook your head, “oh, that’s very kind of you to offer, but I don’t…”

“…want to get on the back of a motorcycle and share your address with a total stranger. Right. Yeah, I get that,” he chuckled. “Sorry. That was dumb…”

“No…it was nice, but…well yeah,” you giggled bashfully which made him smile. “I can just get a cab…” you pulled up your Uber app.

“Well, alright, but can I wait with you at least? Make sure you get away safely.”

“Sure…but you don’t have to, I mean you probably want to get back to the party-”

“No thanks. I’m good here,” he cut you off firmly.

You looked at your phone, fortunately the driver that had accepted your ride was only a few streets away so you wouldn’t be waiting long. You squeezed the screen in your grip, unsure of what to say.

Chris didn’t seem bothered by the silence. He stood and looked out at the street for your car’s arrival. Two minutes dragged by, and you managed to suppress the sigh of relief as your driver finally turned the corner and pulled up in front of you.

Chris leaned over and opened the back door for you, the gesture catching you off guard. He must’ve thought you were some sort of idiot the way you kept gawping at him.

“Thank-you…” you told him shyly as you slipped into the car, “it was nice to meet you”.

He grinned as he leaned on the open car door, “no need to thank me. It was nice to meet you, too”.

You nodded in goodbye but just as he went to close the door he hesitated and spoke again, “sorry if this is too forward but…could I have your number? I’d love to see you again…”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You glanced over at the Uber driver, the one-man audience for this strange play, but he was too busy hitting the screen on his driver app to pay you any mind.

“Well…I…I’m not sure…” you started. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to give him your number, but after the evening you’d had, you already felt overwhelmed…

“Don’t worry,” he smiled kindly, “you don’t have to…”

“I own the Filter and Foam café downtown,” you spat out, surprising even yourself, “if you’re ever in that neighbourhood…”

He grinned again. You had known him for just a few minutes but already loved his smile. “Yeah. I know that place. It’s cute. Good to know. Hopefully I’ll see you around”.

You smiled back at him as he gently shut the door and the driver whizzed you away. Your head span.

…What the hell was that?

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It had been just over a week since the party.

You’d had a furious text from Kat shortly after you’d left in the cab. Not fury directed at you, but towards Lance after she found out what had happened. You’d apologised for leaving the party so abruptly, but she was just sorry you had to leave at all. You were just relieved that she wasn’t mad at you for your dramatic exit.

A few other friends have texted to check in, which was nice – but you got the impression some of them were just hoping you’d spill the tea…

As for Lance, you had blocked his number almost the second you’d left in the cab. It seemed like the best decision for both of you as your final conversation was as ambiguous as a slammed door in the face. He obviously didn’t want to continue on with you ‘suffocating’ him, and you had no interest in continuing to sleep with someone who yelled at you like he had.

You’d spent more time than you cared to admit stewing over what happened. It was so…unexpected? He’d never spoken to you like that before and you couldn’t believe how easily he seemed to blow up. He could be cocky, but you’d only even known him to be cool-headed. Sure, you had intended to rile him a little like you always did, but not incite an angry argument. Not like that. Besides, you’d said far sassier things to him before that had barely earned you a scolding look.

And despite his accusations, you weren’t trying to trap him into a relationship. But you could admit it hurt you that he’d snuck out like that. So maybe your confrontation did partly come from a place of feeling, sure. You were only human after all. You just didn’t like the implication that you weren’t even worth a goodbye. You had gotten to know each other over the last few months, and you at least thought he’d see you as a friend at least. Casual doesn’t mean you could treat each other like objects. Lance could be a dick, but you thought he at least understood that.

Suffocating him? Acting like you were his ‘fucking wife’ and trying to trick him into being with you? You didn’t recognise that in yourself at all. You thought you were in tune with each other, so you hated the idea that he assumed you were pining after him like teen with a crush.

And it made you mad.

The best solution was to move on and start afresh. Sure, you’d miss the sex. Maybe you’d even miss him a little. No…yes, well, maybe. But it didn’t matter because it was done. Whatever this ‘thing’ was, it had run its course. It was always going to end. Unfortunately, it just ended more abruptly than you’d expected.

And then there was Chris.

You were still mystified by the whole meeting. You had been on the verge of tears, dazed and dumbly responding to his questions with one-word mumbles. You had no idea why he’d shown interest in you, or wanted your phone number, you hadn’t exactly been on top form when you’d met him. He probably thought you were a hot mess.

Maybe you kinda were.

There was something about him that made you feel ruffled. Sort of like the hot guy in school you got tongue-tied around. You were out of practice with that feeling, with Lance you only ever felt comfortable.

Perhaps Chris was just being nice, he could see you were upset and decided to give you a boost. But why ask for your number? Why wait with you for the Uber?

You’d asked Kat about him, but she didn’t know much, said one of Matt’s friends brought him along and he seemed nice. He was a mechanic or something along those lines, was generally quiet at the party but polite to everyone he spoke to. Mainly she was excited that you’d managed to meet someone…

Oh well. What did it matter? It was a nice diversion at the very least, a welcomed tonic after a horrible evening.

You were back at the café, as you had been solidly since the day after the party. Work was something you could throw yourself into, turn your brain off and not worry about Lance or Chris or anyone else. Your days were busy with coffee beans and small talk and spreadsheets, and you welcomed that with open arms.

You were wiping down the counter during the slow afternoon period. The bit between the lunch rush and when people came by for an afternoon pick-me-up sweet treat. Marina was in the back checking inventory when the little bell above the door rang to signify a customer had arrived.

“Welcome to Filter & Foam,” you called out on customer service autopilot without looking up, “let me know what I can help you wi-”

You froze as you finally looked towards the door, your eyes locking with a familiar set of baby-blues.

Oh.

“Hi again,” you said Chris as he strolled in, looking around at the café. “Well, this is nice. You own this place?”

You smiled bashfully, “oh…hello again. Yes. Yes, I do”.

“Great,” he nodded with approval, “that’s impressive. Think I could bother you for a black coffee?”

“Sure. To drink here, or to go?”

“Here is good”.

Oh.

You nodded and got to work making his drink. You feel your face flushing, his presence making you feel shy. He stood at the counter patiently, clad in a leather jacket and light blue jeans today. He watched you intently as you worked. You feel the need to say something. Anything.

“So…you just take it straight black, huh? No messing around there,” you smile nervously.

Stupid. Stupid.

He smiled back, “yeah…I’m not really into that syrupy milkshake kinda coffee. Traditional guy, I guess”.

“Ah that’s a shame, we do have some great syrups. The maple hazelnut latte we do is a personal favourite of mine. Don’t get me wrong, a decent roast doesn’t need all the bells and whistles as the beans speak for themselves – but sometimes I like to have fun with it. And I do have a sweet tooth”.

His smile widens as he watches you intently, “yeah, that doesn’t surprise me”.

You’re astonished at how much you like the way he looks at you, despite the strange flutter of nerves that comes with it. You swallow your anxiety, putting on your metaphorical café owner hat. Well-worn and comfortable.

“So, you’re not a syrup guy, but are you a pastry-with-your-coffee-guy? We have a bunch, and some savoury croissants if you’re not really into sugar”.

He points out a danish in the glass cabinet, “fine. You’ve convinced me, being a master saleswoman and all. I’ll take one of those,” he grins.

You smile, plating up the pastry and pushing the mug towards him across the counter, “an excellent choice”.

He pulls out his wallet, but you hold up a hand and stop him, “no, it’s on the house. Consider it a thank-you for the other night”.

His brows knit together as he frowns, making no attempt to put his wallet away. “I really didn’t do anything. C’mon, let me get this”.

“Well…you could see I was a little upset, and you were kind to me, and waited with me for my cab. So no, I’ll get this. I insist. Sometimes the customer isn’t always right…” you tell him defiantly and cross your arms over your chest.

He chuckles but sighs in defeat, reluctantly putting his wallet away after pulling a bill from the inside. “Well fine, but I only did what anyone would do. And you can’t stop me tipping”.

He mock-sternly puts the cash into the tip jar and you thank him, giggling at his faux stubbornness.

Picking up the coffee mug and danish, he begins to head over to a free table before pausing and turning back to you.

“Any chance you’re free to join me? If you have time, I mean. But I assume a perk of being the boss is that you can go on break whenever you like…”

He smiles and you smile back, surprised by his offer. You hesitate for a split second…you think of Lance and…no, fuck it. Fuck Lance. And why not? It’s just coffee.

“Marina,” you called out to the back room, “can you cover the front for me? I’m taking my break”.

She shouts back in the affirmative and heads out to cover the register. You grab one of the white chocolate cookies and join Chris over at a free table in the corner while Marina watches on, smiling knowingly.

“Hey,” Chris says softly as you sit down across from him.

“Hey…” you respond.

The two of you chat for a little while. You find out he is a mechanic like Kat said, but in fact he owns the auto shop on the edge of town. He used to be on the police force but became disillusioned with the internal corruption and politics so decided to try something new a few years ago. Besides, he likes working with his hands and enjoys the satisfaction of fixing things – something he often lacked on the force. He speaks quietly but confidently, says little but every word feels carefully chosen and purposeful.

You talk about both being small business owners, bond over a few customer horror stories. Before you know it, the danish and cookie have become nothing but a few crumbs. You’re not quite sure how the conversation veers to Lance but it does, and you’re taken aback that Chris seems interested. You wind up telling him pretty much all of it, the arrangement, what happened that night…

“…so yeah, I still don’t know why he flipped out like that. But it doesn’t matter now. God, sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all of this…” you laughed self-consciously as you realised you have most likely overshared.

But Chris shakes his head, taking a sip of his now almost-empty cup, “no, no. I wanna hear. And now I get why you were so upset that night. I’m sorry that happened to you…”

You shrug it off, “oh it’s dumb. Don’t worry…”

“No,” he says firmly. “That was a really shitty thing. You shouldn’t have been treated like that. Like you said, you at least deserve basic respect…”

Your heart swells, the validation of your feelings is almost a physical relief. You don’t know why you care so much about what Chris thinks, but him confirming that you weren’t overreacting was somewhat freeing. Your friends all said the same of course, but they loved you and knew you inside out – Chris backing up your feelings, as someone who didn’t really know you, felt like an extra layer of vindication.

Just as you go to open your mouth and thank him for listening, you’re distracted by someone calling your name behind you.

You turn, shocked to find Lance standing in the doorway of the café. His eyes flit between you and Chris, a ripple of sudden understanding moving across his face.

“Cupcake…” he says dully.

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#lance tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x you #chris!destroyer #chris!destroyer x reader #destroyer chris #feel the burn fic

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago

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HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS......DID MARSHALL KILL HIS ASS???

Zeus pt 2

Written: 07 March 2020

Pairing: Black Female Reader x dark!Lance Tucker; Black Female Reader x Walter Marshall

Keep reading

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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SDAU, The Right Stuff Master List

This series is completed! ✔️

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

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

But then he met her.

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

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VIII

#school days au #school days #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o fic #the right stuff #omega lance tucker #lance tucker #soft lance tucker #the bronze

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gremlin-girly · 3 months ago

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Every Fic Ever Masterlist

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Give you hell

AN: I hope you enjoyed that little Stucky AU yesterday. Today we're taking a left turn down Douche-bag Avenue for an unexpected interaction with Lance Tucker.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @navybrat817

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Gym Coach Teacher Reader

CW: Hate sex, cum marking, lots of swearing, toxic relationship, ex hook-up Lance, rough sex

Word Count: 1.1k

“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?”

His finger jabbed at you and you felt your normal ire at his presence mutate into loathing.

“Me? You’re one to talk, Mr ‘Olympic Gold Medal’ Diva.”

You spun away from him and walked towards the locker room, but of course he had to follow you, just to needle you some more.

“Yes, it really gets to you, doesn't it? That I made it big, while you’ve been stuck here teaching peewees how to do a forwards roll.”

“Please,” you threw over your shoulder. “Like I’d be jealous of you. You were an ass then and you’re an ass now.”

He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall by the locker room door.

He looked you up and down, a glint in his eye and his tongue rubbing over his top lip. Damn him and his handsome face.

“You didn’t always think so…”

His hand trailed down your body, over your breast and you slapped it away.

“Oh, I always thought so, Lance. It’s just I needed to get my kicks somehow.”

His eyes went wide, his ego having trouble comprehending what you were saying. And you could help but tease him.

“Awwww, poor baby. All this time, did you really think that I cared? That I was all goo-goo eyes over you?”

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as you laid into him.

“Is that why you came back to visit? Needed to inflate that ego of yours with a trip down memory lane? Sorry to disappoint you. You’re not gonna get any fawning from me. Now get out of my way.”

You shoved him and he stumbled back and you almost laughed out loud at the look of existential crisis on his face. But you turned and pushed your way into the locker room.

You weren’t wholly surprised when you heard the door open again a few seconds later as Lance barged through.

“Fuck off outta my locker room, Lance. In fact, fuck off outta my life.”

This time when he pinned you to the wall, arms above your head, it made your teeth rattle.

“You’re lying,” he sneered. “You want me. You’ve always wanted me.”

You smiled, over-sweetly, back.

“I never said I didn’t want you. I just said I never cared for you.”

“Maybe that’s all I need?”

He kissed you then, all teeth and tongue, and damn it, it made heat flare within you. He was always too good at this. You kissed him back, giving as good as you got. When he slid a hand up your top, groping you over your sports bra, you hooked your leg around his hips, pulling him flush to your core, and started to grind.

Lance broke the kiss to pull your top up, and he wrenched at the zipper of your bra, until your breasts spilled out and he could take one, and then the other into his mouth. He sucked on them hard, before popping off and biting into the soft flesh, making you cry out with desire.

With him distracted you pulled your hands free of his grip and slid them up his t-shirt, scraping your nails down his muscular form, hearing him hiss. When you reached his training sweats, you pushed your hand inside, taking hold of him.

His cock was a familiar weight in your hand and you ran your thumb over his slit, smearing the pearl of pre-cum. He retaliated by slipping his hand down your sweats and into your panties, chuckling against your flesh when he discovered how wet you were.

“Shut up, Lance. Put your money where your mouth is and fuck me then. If you’ve got it in you.”

He growled and let go of you to shove his sweats down. And that’s when you saw it. The infamous tattoo. And you couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up out of your mouth, even as you clamped your hands over them.

“You shut up!”

He spun you so you were face first against the wall, pulled your sweats down and off one foot, before lifting your leg to open you to him.

He pushed in, harshly and you groaned, hands scrabbling against the cool tiles.

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that, huh?”

He thrust hard and fast, just the way you, and your body, remembered. His hand snuck round your front, between you and the wall, and started to rub firm circles on your clit.

“It was always easy to make you cum.”

You let out another bark of laughter.

“I faked it half the time, dickhead.”

He bit down on the juncture of your neck and you cried out, pushing your hips back against his. Whatever this was between you, no matter how toxic, it was currently doing it for you. You were so close and you were determined to cum, even if it did make Lance even more insufferable.

“Let’s see if you can please me this time. I doubt you’re fucking man enough. Come on, you don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break.”

He doubled down, touching you faster, more firmly, and you smiled internally at how transparent he was.

“That’s it, Lance. Yes, fuck me. Make me cum…”

You cried out, bucking your hips, as your pussy clenched down on Lance’s cock and fireworks went off behind your eyes. You were still gulping in breaths when he roughly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, and put a hand on the back of your neck, holding you against the wall, unable to move.

“Told you, too easy. You were always a slut for this dick.”

You heard the tell-tale sound of him jerking himself off behind you and you wiggled, trying to get free.

“Might as well let everyone know it. Ah, fuck.”

You felt the wet warmth as he came, his cum splattering over your ass and up your back, onto your uniform top.

“There, pretty as a fucking picture.”

He slapped his hand against your buttock and you squeaked.

“See you in hell, bitch.” He gave you a sarcastic little wave as he pushed his way through the locker room door. You scowled at his retreating form and shouted back.

“Not if I see you there first. Asshole.”

He flipped you off, over his shoulder, and the door flapped shut.

Despite the exceptionally gross feeling of his cooling spend running down your leg, you smiled to yourself, and wondered how long he would stay away this time.

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