#lance tucker x plus size! reader

[hellomissmabel]

A thirst for whiskey and gold (7)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lance Tucker x photographer!plus size!reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide following a war trauma, PTSD, suicide is not described in a graphic way but still explicitly worded how. Foul language, talk of sex.

Word count: 4k

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

A/N: Written for @whotheeffisbucky

Series masterlist can be found here

There’s a Greek myth you’ve always loved, about how soulmates were reportedly created. At first, a human being consisted of two people merged as one. They were completely, unconditionally happy. But Zeus grew jealous of their happiness and decided to cut all of them in half.

Once he split every human in two, these humans were no longer happy or complete. On the contrary, they would search their entire life for that same feeling of being complete again in the arms of their loved one, their soulmate. Some found their other half, others didn’t, but when they found their soulmate they’d forsake all nourishment in favour of that feeling of being complete again.

But they would never feel the same again, never be as complete as when they were still one unity, one body. So Zeus started to feel sorry for the humans and felt bad for what he had done to them. He decided to fix the damage and give the humans the ability to love and make love to one another.

Love was a substitute for being complete again, as love would never allow the same level of unity. Therefore the act of making love was introduced, to at least let humans experience this level of unity again in the same bodily way, just like before they were torn apart.

Making love for the first time, with your soulmate, it changes everything. It changes the way you feel, the way you think and act, maybe even the way you see the world. You slept with Lance Tucker and you have no idea how to feel about that.

After what happened at the gym between you and Lance, you didn’t talk to him for another two days. You didn’t know what to think of it, your thoughts jumbled and your feelings making your insides churn. Karen was getting increasingly worried as her NYE dinner was only one day away and you and Lance are supposed to go together.

He’s a cocky bastard and you’ve never been one to be seduced by the bad boy type. You prefer your men to be good guys, sweet guys, adorable dorks with a heart of gold. You don’t want a womanizer who spends his spare time chatting up girls in bars and getting laid on the premise of his former glory – and his notorious tattoo.

Your phone didn’t light up with missed calls from Lance. On the contrary, it stayed eerily quiet. Even when the day came round that you and Lance had scheduled your photo session. Albeit dragging yourself out of the house, you picked up your camera equipment and headed to the gym. You were early, very early, and so you waited on one of the benches while playing with your settings a little.

Soon girls started to flow in and you felt increasingly uncomfortable. If these are the girls Lance trains with, you don’t stand a chance, soulmate or not. You were beginning to realise what he saw in Mimi, spending his days around these gorgeous, lean girls with a perfect figure. When eventually Lance walks into the gym with his usual swagger, you straighten your back and get up to meet him halfway.

His face exhibits clear signs of shock as he did not expect to see you here. “Hi, Y/N!” Lance swings his bag to his other hand so he can give you a small hug, but you take step a back and smile apologetic. Fortunately he understands you’re not a big fan of physical contact at the moment.

“So are you ready?” He nods and tells you he’s just going to change into his work-out clothes in his office. There’s no cheeky smile or a sexual innuendo that follows, he just goes into his office with a sad look in his eyes. A pang of guilt follows and you have to calm your heart before it jumps out of your chest.

Once Lance emerges from his office, he calls all the girls around him and it’s back to business. You take photographs of the girls’ routines and of Lance correcting their figure or showing them how it’s supposed to be done. Sometimes your eyes linger a little longer on Lance, especially when he effortlessly demonstrates a triple backflip. At the end of practice, your memory card is about half full and you thank all the girls for being so professional about it.

Some ask when they can see the photographs and show genuine interest in your work, though others don’t show the slightest interest, bidding goodbye to Lance with a flirty grin.

“So… I’m next?” He scratches the back of his head with a shy smile. It’s the first time you actually see him with a blush on his cheeks and an insecure look in his eyes.

“Yeah, just show me a couple routines that you normally do and maybe a previews of what you wanna do at the Olympics?���

“Alright, I can do that,” he chuckles softly, pulling his shirt over his head and catching you off guard.

“What on earth are you doing?,” you snap at him with a slightly horrified look on your face as you take in his chiselled chest.

Lance just shrugs and it looks like he’s back to his old ways. “I’m sweaty,” he replies casually, taking a swing at the bars first, flexing his arms and though you don’t like to admit it, much to your entertainment he makes a little bit of a show out of it, grunting and groaning while he perfectly delivers his routines.

Once he’s finished, little beads of sweat are dripping over his chest and you lick your lips at the sight. Although you try to be subtle about it, Lance catches you gazing anyway and struts towards you, shaking his hips as an imaginary song plays in his head. It makes you laugh, the sound freeing you from the chains of insecurity that caused the distance between you and Lance to become almost unbearable.

“When do you think I can pick you up tomorrow?” He figures you’ve danced around each other for long enough, going straight for the kill.

You stutter a little at first, thinking of how much time and effort you’re gonna have to put in editing the photographs before they’re ready to be send to your editor. “Maybe around seven?”

His face instantly perks up now you’ve confirmed you still want to go to the party with him. In his happy daze, he quickly and unexpectedly pecks your lips. Once he realises what he’s done, he curses under his breath and walks away.

You have half a mind to follow him to his office and stop Lance before he can go inside. “Hey, Lance, it’s okay.” Resting a hand on his arm, you give him a reassuring smile before you drop your hand again. “I’m not saying I didn’t… like that,” you confess gingerly, “But it’s too soon after… you know…”

Lance bows his head and hums a quiet ‘yes’. You don’t want to end on such a low note and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, Lance’s hand smoothing over the skin you just kissed when he gazes up at you with a boyish smile.

He doesn’t have to say thank you as you can already see it in his eyes, a little grin tugging on the corners of your lips as you walk backwards to the exit. You only turn around when he gives you a small wave and you’ve woven back.

“What is Lance going as again?,” Karen disrupts your thoughts as you’re zipping up your dress before she returns the favour. Karen is dressed as the Goddess Hera to Ethan’s Zeus, as Karen is the one that planned the event in the first place and Ethan arranged the venue.

“The self-proclaimed God of Gymnastics apparently,” you shake your head as you reply, rolling your eyes at Lance’s humour. “Well, at least he’s got the abs of a Greek sculpture.” Your comment makes Karen cackle in hearty laughter, and you’re happy that the mood is so light considering Mimi is also coming to the ball.

“The self-proclaimed God of Gymnastics and his Goddess of Spring.”

Karen makes you twirl around and gives you a nod of approval. You’re all set and ready to go. Some of the guests have already arrived at the venue, waiting for Karen to assign them their seat at the dinner table, but she wanted to steal a moment of your time first to talk about something important. She has yet to tell you what’s so important.

“Hey, it was you that picked out the theme! Gods and Goddesses of New Year’s Eve,” you bounce back with a laugh, bubbling up from deep in your chest with genuine feeling.

It’s been too long since you’ve felt this kind of light-heartedness, the joy of simply living life instead of just existing. You have no idea what changed, but maybe it’s Lance’s dozen of roses he got you when he came to pick you up. Or maybe it’s the good news from your editor that your pictures are outstanding and she’ll publish them first thing next week.

Karen rolls her eyes and agrees. “So… what I wanted to talk to you about…” She leaves a dramatic pause, scanning your face for the truth about what she’s going to ask you. “Are you and Lance officially together now? Like, a proper couple? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Dating?”

You gaze down to your hands, fumbling with the roses of your dress. “No, we’re not. We are…” You mull over the words in your mind, hoping you’re not overestimating Lance’s feelings for you. “Weighing our options.”

Melinda rushes inside just in time to hear those final words, dressed as the Goddess of Wisdom Athena, pumping her fists in the air in victory once she registered your sentence. “Weighing your options? That totally means you’re dating, Y/N!”

“No, it doesn’t!,” you pipe up, your voice a pitch higher than usual. You thought you were doing a pretty good job at hiding what you and Lance did the day after the snowstorm. So far, you figured nobody suspected you and Lance had sex and you made Lance swear he wouldn’t boast about it to anyone, not even his best friend Ethan.

Humming her words, Melinda goes on to speak about how Hope saw you head inside the gym yesterday with your camera. “You did go through with the photoshoot, right?”

“Please tell me you did. You have to think about the soul mark, too, Y/N,” Karen joins Melinda, her brows furrowed.

“Yes, we had the photoshoot. But I can’t exactly force myself to love him, now can I?!,” you defend yourself against your two friends, getting agitated by them probing around in your love life.

They mean well and you know they do, but somehow you’re more on edge when talking about him. It’s like you feel the need to protect him and defend yourself towards others because they’re so quick to judge.

“I know I have to think about the soul mark,” you whisper gloomily, “I know that it can disappear and I know that will mean we are no longer soulmates. But I am trying to accept Lance as my soulmate.”

Ethan peaks his head around the corner, alerting Karen that more guests have arrived and that her presence is required. “You can’t rush love. It’s already a big step for you to let someone else in after… James,” she smiles warmly as she squeezes your hands in hers.

“I heard from Mike that Lance told the guys the mark is brighter again, so that’s a good sign.” Melinda sits down next to you and her voice takes a softer tone, as if she’s about to handle you with velvety gloves. “Mike also says Lance was a bit reluctant to talk about the night you got snowed in. That he was very vague about it. Did something happen, Y/N?”

Locking eyes with her, you know you can’t keep this a secret for much longer. If Mike is already asking question, Mike who is always oblivious to the most obvious of things, then surely Ethan and Oliver have already picked up there is something going on. “I slept with Lance,” you suddenly blurt out.

“NO WAY!,” both women exclaim in unison, eyes going back and forth between you and them. Then they just gasp while scanning you from head to toe as if they can’t believe you actually did sleep with Lance.

“How was it?,” Melinda is the first one to ask.

Shrugging with one shoulder, you try to brush off the subject as quickly as possible. “The date was super romantic, the sex not so much. It was –“ Pursing your lips as you’re trying to find the right word, you then decide on “Hungry.” With a nod, you confirm you statement one more time. “Hungry, sweaty sex.”

“The best kind,” Melinda agrees with a girly giggle, prompting a baffled laugh from Karen and you, too. The girls don’t ask you any more questions, just leave the subject there for you to pick up again if you wanted to or felt the need to talk about it.

“I just gotta touch up my make-up a little and then I’m ready to roll,” you tell your friends when they join their soulmates and already head downstairs. You check your eyeliner and hairdo, deciding to adjust your lipstick and add some more blush before following them.

Suddenly there’s another knock on the door and you figure it must be Lance, wondering what’s taking you so long. You tell him to come in, only to see from the mirror it’s not Lance but Mimi. Snapping your head in her direction, you lock eyes and immediately ask her what she wants.

“Nice dress,” she comments, seemingly unimpressed. “The Goddess of Tulle and a fat ass, hm?”

Mimi is dressed in a black, luscious yet see-through dress that leaves little to the imagination. When she notices you’re scoffing at her choice of attire, she flips you off and tells you she’s the Goddess of Night. “I bet Lance will love it.”

“Don’t be stupid, Mimi. What you and Lance had was a fling.” Standing up from your seat, your dress elegantly flowing from your curves, you walk past Mimi to the door and not so accidentally bump your shoulder to hers.

“And you’re a fat cow!,” she yells at you in frustration. She really can’t take it when people talk back, even though she’s the one that started the argument in the first place. “You don’t deserve Lance. Just like you didn’t deserve James.”

It’s as if you’re frozen in time and nailed to the spot. You’re absolutely sure Karen never told her sister about James. She swore it on the life of her future child that she would never, ever tell anyone but Ethan, who was James’ best friend and buddy in the army.

With a menacing look, you turn around and point a stern finger at the girl. “What did you just say?”

There’s victory in her eyes as she notices she’s hit quite a sensitive nerve. “What do you think Lance will say or do when he finds out what happened to James? It’s your fault he’s dead.”

Mimi bats away your hand and you react instinctively, striking her hard across the cheek to punish her for her audacity. “You have no right to speak his name. You have no right to accuse me of his death.”

Despite looking scandalised, you can’t wipe that triumphant look off her face. “He came back from the war with severe PTSD, and you did nothing. You let him kill himself.”

A series of flashbacks violently resurface, most of them from the day you found James in your bedroom, with no pulse and a bullet through the head. You vividly recall the blood spatter and how your hands were stained red when you cradled his face in your hands in disbelief.

“I loved him, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.”

Clenching your jaw, you contemplate whether to slap Mimi again, or keep your anger to yourself and not give in to her bullying. She’s obviously trying to lure you out and frankly, it’s working. “James was a broken man when he returned. He saw young, small children blow themselves up because their parents are dead and the regime fed them lies, telling them it’s for a noble cause.”

“You have no idea of the horrors he saw there. You have no idea and how could you? You’re just a foolish girl who’s jealous and envious because a boy she likes doesn’t like her back.”

Mimi’s face is aw shite as a sheet, intimidated by the darkness of your words, your voice deeper than usual as you recall the images James had stuck in his head, the stories he told you that still haunt you to this day.

When you think you’ve said enough to stop her childish actions, Mimi surprises you once more. You’re almost out the door, your back turned to her again, when she delivers the final blow, plays her last card in the hopes of bringing you down with her.

“Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker,” she rushes out in one heavy breath. “We fucked, you know, two days ago. He was at the bar, we were both hammered and started making out. He took me back to his place and we fucked. So it seems he isn’t as loyal to you as you think.”

When you see Lance waiting for you like a prince straight from a fairy-tale, or more likely a god straight from mount Olympus, your heart does that weird little dance move again. Once downstairs, he takes your hand in his and instantly intertwines your fingers, as if he wants to show everyone that you are in fact his.

“Your highness,” he chuckles playfully into your ear as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m not a queen, Lance. I’m the Goddess of Spring. Persephone, remember? I told you the Greek myth in the car.”

“Well,” Lance winks while jokingly pinching your ass. “We did other stuff in the car as well. Can you blame me for not remembering your lecture on Greek mythology.”

You immediately press a finger to his lips to silence him, afraid someone might be eavesdropping on your conversation, sending him a dirty look as well for being so talkative. “We kissed, that’s all.”

Lance wiggles his brows suggestively. “A French kiss,” he replies with a shit-eating grin and you playfully slap his arm in your defence.

Karen is busy assigning seats so you figure you will find your spot by yourself, searching for Ethan’s name since Karen must’ve placed the four of you together anyway. But much to your surprise and disappointment, your name isn’t anywhere near Ethan’s.

Instead it’s at least two tables away and next to three empty seats, two of which don’t have a name tag, just a card that says ‘reserved’. But luckily there’s Ben and Hope sitting right across from you, Hope dressed as the Goddess of Victory.

“You know who these seats are for?,” you ask Hope to see if she knows who the mystery guests are.

Holding up the card next to Ben, she mumbles Mimi’s name. “Can’t believe Karen seated her on our table,” she scoffs and Lance joins in on her discontent, humming in dismay.

You only chuckle nervously, Mimi’s confession still fresh in your mind. There’s a part of you that wants to believe she’s lying to you, because it could just easily be another trick to get back with Lance. But a part of you is nagging and itching and scratching at you. There’s a part of you that believes Lance would easily succumb to his old ways if he thought you’d turned him down.

Your smile never quite reaches your eyes when Lance bites his lip, looking about ready to devour you. All you have to do is get through the night and avoid repeating your earlier mistakes. No hot ‘n heavy make-out session and certainly no sex. Just innocent teasing and light flirtations, so he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“Yeah, what is wrong with Karen?,” Lance groans as he remembers Christmas Eve and how childish she acted, not just towards him but also towards you. He already expected Mimi to throw all her shit at him for cheating on her with Hope, but that Mimi would do anything to discredit you, that’s taking it a step too far.

Ethan takes the microphone and thanks everyone for coming, passing along the microphone to Karen who begins her speech. You only listen half to what she’s saying, enraptured by the man sitting next to you. There’s way too much gel in his hair and it’s too sleek for your taste since you like a little bit of fluffy hair you can card your hands through. It does make him look regal, you have to give him that.

As Karen is nearly finished with her speech when the doors behind you creak open as the final guests arrive a modest fifteen minutes late. All the heads turn in their direction and Karen even interrupts her speech to see who dares to walk in now when she’s almost done. You’re glaring daggers when you see who is the first one to strut inside but soon it turns into a panicking gaze when the other two mystery guests finally show their face.

In walks Mimi and behind her is Irina, ironically dressed as the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite. However, holding Irina’s hand is her little girl, Lance’s daughter Adriana.

Here are the dresses I used as inspiration (pics found on pinterest, so I don’t own them!)

Karen’s dress:

Mimi’s dress:

Hope’s dress:

The reader’s dress:

Irina’s dress:

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2017-2019

Listen, i’ve had a spiritual awakening(extensional crisis) and my writing style has def evolved. Here’s an archive of all the well loved oldies for you all

This is a plus size blog, run by a plus sized writer

Bucky Barnes

Smut: *

Confessions *

Time of the Month*

Finger Painting

Feeling Yourself (drabble)

Hair Pulling (drabble)

A Little Extra Paddin for the Winter*

I’m Not Your Toy*: Part 1, Part 2

Between a Rock and a Hard Place*: Part 1 Part 2

Time of the Month*

Warmth - fluff

The Nutcracker, Winter Wonderland* (a continuation of The Nutcracker)

Rainstorms and Lullabies; Bucky x reader fluff

Bucky Barnes x reader Works in Progress

Cherry Pie MASTER LIST; A Bucky Barnes x Reader story (in progress)

Moth Wings Part 1;

Moth Wings Part 2;

Growing Pains preview

Rainstorms Over New York preview;  Bucky x reader, Steve x POC OC

Naïve Series; reader (Tony Stark’s goddaughter) x Bucky Barnes

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Bucky is Gomez Addams headcannon

Bucky Barnes AU (sugar baby)

Sugar Rush Part 1

Sugar Rush Part 2

Sugar Rush Part 3

Bucky Barnes AU (mobster)

In the Land of Gods and Monsters MASTERLIST (intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Bucky Barnes AU (biker)

Over the River and Through the Woods (Christmas)

Other Avengers

Untitled; A Stucky x Poc reader story

Soft Touch; reader x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Electric Feel Series; Steve/OC/Bucky - CURRENTLY ON HOLD. WILL RECONTINUE IN 2018 -  Part 1

Comfort - Pietro Maximoff x Reader*

Carter Baizen

Retrograde Part 1; collab with peacefulwriter 88; Carter Baizen x reader

Retrograde Part 2; collab with peacefulwriter88; Carter Baizen x reader

I Knew You Were Trouble: Intro, Part 1

Jingle All the Way (Sugar Daddy Carter)

Chris Beck

Wait a Life Time

Space Cadet: Part 1

Chris Beck Sugar Daddy headcannons

NSFW Headcannon

Lance Tucker

Sweet Tooth - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Chase Collins

Hypnotic Taking Over Me: Part 1, Part 2*

[brieannakeogh]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place Dribble- Layers

Based on my Lance Tucker X plus sized reader fic “Between a Rock and a Hard Place”. I would recommend you read it first but you don’t have to. Sadly no real smut, though it is featured heavily. Set after Christmas.

It was cold and you were tired. Even just the short walk from the elevators to your car in the icebox of the parking structure was too much. You were glad to be bundled up, layering piece after piece. Lance, on the other hand, was not a happy camper. He missed the summer where your skin was exposed and the multitude of layers didn’t hide your curves that he came to love.

Especially today. You hadn’t been in the house for more than a minute before he jumped you, pushing your back into door, his mouth already busy on your lips. “Lance...at least let me get my coat off.” You mumble into his mouth.

He shakes his head, somehow not disconnecting from you. “I’ve been daydreaming all day about peeling you out of all your clothes. Don’t touch a thing kitten.”

Hands groping for the tie around your waist, are disappointed to find out there are buttons too on the wool coat. He pulls back and grins triumphantly as the last oversized plastic button is released, only for his face to fall when he sees underneath.

“Why are you wearing a coat over a coat?”

“It’s a cardigan. It gets cold in my office with all the windows.”

He rolls his eyes and hangs your coat and bag by the door, since he knows you would kill him if he threw them in the floor. Secretly he agreed. It had been an ordeal finding that coat. It was colder here than where you were from and he finally got tired of you shivering when you went out. Thinking he was smart, he took you to his favorite luxury place that had both men’s and women’s items, only to be told they didn’t carry your size and the sales lady asked ‘if he had tried the local mall.’ That was the first time he seriously considered punching a woman. He just knew he was going to turn to you and see tears in your eyes, but instead you laughed it off, inexplicably thanking the sales girl.

That was the first time he thought about the fact that you couldn’t just walk into anywhere and buy something. That you couldn’t see a cute top on a mannequin in the window and go in and get it, like he had done so many times before. He was a little more careful about handling your items after that.

By this time he had moved you into the bedroom, the cardigan stripped off and in the hallway somewhere. There was several of those same fucking things in the closet, he wasn’t worried. The first thing he did was push you onto the bed, reaching under your dress to grab the top of your leggings, pulling them down and sliding your boots off your feet.

The dress you had on was wonderfully low cut, in his opinion. Work appropriate but still gave him a good view of your tits. It was also an up and over, instead of having to fiddle with zippers. He had expected to be shown his prize after all his hard work, only to be confronted with a full body suit.

“Jesus babe how many layers do I have to go through to get to you?” He growls trying to figure out how to open the spandex monstrosity that was covering you from him.

“Only a couple more. Would you like help?” You tease.

“You think I can’t get you naked? Are you questioning my hot stud prowess?”

“Never.” You laugh at the pose he strikes as he says it.

Eventually he gets it and strips his own sweats down as well, throwing you up on the bed, giving you the ravishing you needed after a long day. Panting up at the ceiling, he curls into you and mumbles in your neck. “I don’t like winter.” Which makes you go into hysterical fits of laughter.

Surprise!! It’s been a fucking month since I’ve posted writing, holy fuck! I know this doesn’t make up for a new chapter of Dog days or Ambition stories, but it’s something. I finished something, anything! Maybe this will knock something loose to finish those two stories. I apologize to everyone that is waiting on them. For now just know I’m working on it and won’t give up!

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

Hey love how are you? ❤️How would Sebastian Stan react once you tell him that you have a « Lance Tucker » kink. Like you’ve been fantasising Seb taking you as Lance would ( I don’t know if it’s a clear ask 😂) Thank you 💙💙

Hey love, enjoy!❤️❤️

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-Sebastian Stan would immediately pick you up (yes, pick you up) and carry you toyour shared bedroom while mumbling a “Oh hell yes” the second you’d confess yourlittle “Lance Tucker, the arrogant fucker” kink. He’d be so excited and gentlyplace you on the bed before immediately getting into character

-“Get ride of those clothes, baby” he’d saywith a smirk on his face while removing his own clothes, making you bite yourlip while getting on your knees and giving him a little show. Once the two ofyou would be naked he’d strike a pose

-While you’d be lying on your back, ready forhim to devour you. “Oh baby” Sebastian would sigh in excitement while noticingthat your sex already would be glistening with your arousal. He’d get onto the bedand quickly place a few kisses on the inner side of your thighs, slowly teasingyou

-“Please, Lance” you’d beg and cry out in pleasureonce Sebastian would wrap his lips around your clit and gently suck on it whileplacing two of his fingers at your entrance before sliding them inside you

-You’d be a panting mess while grinding yourhips and arching your back, loving the growls that left Sebastian’s mouth. “Youtaste fucking delicious” he’d groan while thrusting his fingers at a quick butsteady pace

-You’d lose yourself in the immense pleasureand be so ready fall over the blissful edge but Sebastian would stop hismovements and kiss his way up your body. “Fucking tease” you’d growl to which he’danswer with a “You asked for it, babe” with a grin on his face

-Sebastian would then pull you off the bed andlead you to the window, recreating the sex scene from the movie. You’d placeyour hand against it and spread your legs, Sebastian would align his length atyour entrance from behind and fill you up again in one, deep thrust

-“Oh!” you’d cry out as his length would brushagainst your sweet spot, he’d immediately start pounding into you while havinga firm grip on your wide hips. The room would quickly be filled with your moansand groans while “Lance” would pound you into oblivious bliss

-Your orgasm would surprisingly ripple through yourbody a few minutes later, making your legs quiver as you’d try your best to notcollapse onto the floor. Sebastian would let out a loud moan at the delicatefeeling of your tight inner walls clenching around his length, making him reachhis high and release himself deep inside you

-He’d give you a few more sloppy thrusts beforestepping back and helping you walk back to the bed, chuckling proudly at yourpost orgasm state. You’d be too tired to even praise his performance, all you’dbe able to mumble would be a “Wow” before instantly falling asleep

-Emma

[spidey-babe-parker]

I’m going into work early and I would much rather be working on my Lance Tucker series and my Bucky Barnes Beauty and the Beast story.

Tags are still open are both stories.

[peacefulwriter88]

Disarm

Lance Tucker x Curvy WoC

Warnings: Fluff, language like subtle hints of SMUT but nothing to crazy kids

A/N: I’m just trying to clean my system of this asshole, don’t mind me…

The room reverberates as the crack of thunder hits above the hotel. You’re frozen in your bed, comforter pulled to your chin as lightning flashes against your pulled curtains, the stiff material doing nothing to dispel the chaos that is happening between the thin layer of glass. Can’t help dispel the anxious way your chest heaves up and down, the way your tank top sticks to your sweat drenched skin and you try to close your eyes, willing the scenario away from your mind. But another clap of thunder has you snapping your eyes open and you whimper lower into your bed.

You hated thunderstorms like this.

Your grandparents who had a home in North Carolina loved storms like this. Wasn’t bothered by it. So, that night when a hurricane had blown in, it had taken them off guard. It was a wonder that your grandfather was able to get you and your grandmother to safety, but he had lost his life in the process. Nights like this drew you back to your six year old self and you jump at another flash of thunder, before you’re giving into your anxiety and pull your phone from the nightstand.

You knew he’d be up. It was only 11 – he was always up this late.

Are you up?

You knew it’d throw him off. You never texted him outside the context of work. When you were hired to help coach the girl’s Olympic team, you and Lance had naturally butt heads. He thought he knew what was best for his winning team and you assured him that he didn’t, that there was more that could be learned. You would know, you were a former gold and silver winner like him and that was probably what irked him as much.

You were on his level.

Over time though, annoyance became respect. Lance realized that you did a lot more with the girls than he was capable of, connecting with them on different levels that translated in the gym. Though you barely were in the gym as much as your former self was, it helped when you were able to jump on a beam or the bars to show a technique. You’re muscles had memorized techniques, form, even if the weight of your body’s curve betrayed you and made you regret the suppleness of your ass and breast as a 29 year old. Barely 30 and anytime you were done after a day’s technique,  you felt like you body was going on 50 after you finished a demonstration, needing to ice and soak every part of you.

Lance respected that you still got up there and could do it with ease though. Was impressed on the way you were still able to call control to your body and show the mental and physical discipline that is gained if your mind is in the right place. Lecturing them that boys were nice, sure, but the wrong boy could have you in the wrong state of mind when you were twisting your body off a vault. That going to ballet was a bummer after spending hours in the gym but it strengthened your calves, helped you meditate in a different way. He would also echo his agreement, his eyes lingering a little too long on your ass or chest when you finished a move. You ignored the way that made you feel, you had no room for a Lance Tucker.

Except tonight, as you look down at your cell phone. Two minutes had gone by and he hadn’t responded which mean he hadn’t taken Kyle’s offer to go out for a drink. That he was in bed – hopefully his own. Another boom of thunder and you throw the covers off of you. Fuck this. You weren’t going to be stuck in this room all night, unable to sleep when you both had a long day ahead of you. You find your room key, take a deep breath and lunge out of your bed after a rumble of thunder, counting slowly down to yourself as you scamper out into the hallway. If he wasn’t going to wake up and give you the comfort you needed you were going to force it on him.

There’s something loud banging on his door, drawing him out of his subconscious. He’s suddenly aware of the coolness in his room, the way something bright flashes occasionally throughout the small space and the buzzing of his phone. He groans, blindly looking for the metal contraption that’s annoying him first, rubbing his eyes as he croaks out an answer,

“Hello?”

“Open your goddamn door!”

Your voice is different. It’s not commanding, confident or elegant. It’s the opposite – needy on the verge of fear and it’s enough that has him stumbling out of his bed, clicking on a light as he makes his way to the door.

The pounding has stopped now and by the time he cracks open the heavy wood, you’re pushing past him with lightning speed. You’re just wearing a tank top that pushes up your ample bosom and shorts that might as well be illegal as they grip your ass in the best kind of way, causing him to bite his lip as he tries to look away. You throw your phone and room key on his night stand, push your phone into his charger, before your wrapping yourself in his comforter. He furrows his eyebrows together as he closes the door, looking at you with skeptically curiosity as another boom of lightening hits and you jump nearly off the bed, fear laced in your eyes.

“…you’re afraid of thunderstorms?” he doesn’t mean for his voice to be cynical, he’s genuinely curious and you snap a look at him, one he’s seen enough times. The one that makes him want to go hide in a corner while simultaneously bending you over his knee in punishment.  

“Maybe.”

“You? Really?”

You give a deep sigh, pinching your nose as he walks over to the window, taking a peek outside and whistling under his breath.

“It’s coming down. But makes sense for Florida – it’s trying to wash away all the crazy shit that happens in this state away.”

He looks back at you as you watch him with wide eyes.

“Don’t be so close to the window. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Your voice is meek but genuine and he gives a deep sigh, shaking his head as he closes the curtain, turning to walk toward you.

“You know I was charging my phone. Now it’s going to die.”

“I’ll make sure to keep it at full charge tomorrow. Besides anyone important who needs to talk to you can also connect with you through me. The skanks in your life are just going to have wait a day.”

Despite the sassiness in the comment you’re frozen, he can see the way your body shakes while you hold yourself. He places his phone next to yours before he grabs the sides of your body, pushing you over a bit. You’re soft and hard in the way he’s always imagined and he prays the small erection that always makes an appearance whenever he’s this close to you isn’t apparent as he gets into bed. He pulls the comforter a bit, enough so you have to share and another bout of thunder hits that has you practically jumping into his arms. He chuckles as he wraps them around you, drawing you close as you rest your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry this is unprofessional. But I was stuck for two days in a hurricane that started like this and…..it brings out the worse fear in me. I know it’s unfounded and unrealistic but I can’t afford not to sleep. And Kyle’s a fucking pervert, no way I’m trying to bunk with him. Tracey would keep me up all night talking my ear off about that one time you banged her in her office and the girls would wake me up constantly, asking if you and I were a thing. I just wanted to be with someone who I felt safe with and that I trust….”

You’re shaking and he nods, placing his head on top of yours. He knew your story – it had ben plastered all over the news the years you had gone to the Olympics. Your grandfather had gotten killed in that hurricane that ripped through the east coast. A few years later, your grandmother had passed away and the orphan in you had found a way to overcome, to practice and train and work and go to school to be an American Olympian. He had respected it, respected it more than Hope.

What surprised him was that you trusted him. You talked to him the least, kept him at an arms distance. The fact that you thought to come to him made him feel proud and something else he can’t put his finger on. Tries to push it into the back of his mind even though he knows it’ll linger there for weeks as he rubs your arms up and down as he whispers,

“You don’t have to explain, its ok. I get it. You can stay here as long as you want….”

You fall into his embrace, a sigh of relief hitting his exposed chest.

“Thanks Lance,” another bout of lightening that has you jumping into his lap, arms wrapped reverently around him. When it passes you look at him, large doe eyes that make his cock twitch before you give a sheepish smile. “Probably the night.” You admit and he chuckles as he falls back into his headboard.

“That’s fine with me,” another smile as he grips your hips. “I’d be more than happy to find a way to distract you.”

His moves his hips into your own, his erection moving against your center and you let out a small moan, before you narrow your eyes and shake your head.

“Are you trying to use my fear to seduce me?”

He gives a lazy smile.

“You want to tell me you’ve never thought about you and me? I’ve seen the way you’ve checked me out in the gym….”

You roll your eyes as you shake your head.

“Yea Lance you’re hot. And sure, I’d love to ride you like no tomorrow,” the honesty of the words take him off guards as his eyebrows raise. “But we work together and honestly, I’m not just trying to find some guy to fuck me. I’m past all of that. If I’m riding you like the stallion you are, it’s because you’re more than a good lay.”

Even though you say the words, he sees the way you bite your lip, the way your eyes scan down his chest before your pushing off of him.

“I’m going to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Fine. But just for the record, I wouldn’t just consider you a good lay. I actually like you. You think I’d let Tracey in my room if she was pounding at my door this late at night. I’d send her over to pervy Kyle.”

You giggle as you lay on your side, shaking your head and he takes the opportunity to wrap himself behind you, drawing your backside to his erection that causes you both to groan.

“Let’s at least cuddle. My fee for disrupting my good sleep. Although, you’re going to have to deal with the consequence of my erection from coming in looking as hot as you do...”

“….unbelievable….” you mutter, but your hand already falls over his arms, snuggling back into him.

Neither admit that it’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in months, even if you both wake up with the worst case of blue balls. Even if you can’t help the lingering way Lance pulls away when you hug him thanks in the morning, or the way his eyes fall on you even more openly throughout the rest of the meet.

Even if you do give in a little bit when he asks you out to dinner, the moment you both land back in California. Even if you say yes with a big grin on your face.

[thoughtfullyannoyingdreamland]

Sebastian Stan announcing that he is indeed in a relationship

"Yeah-you know my girl Y/N is simply the best. She helps me with absolutely everything and I adore her. In fact I think she's the one."

______

Jup. I just killed myself 😣😂

[hellomissmabel]

New part of “A thirst for whiskey and gold” is coming soon!

[geminimoonbeamx]

Lights on or off? Lance/reader... 😉

At first? Off? Always off. You know what your body looks like compared to all the athletes and super models Lance has been with sand you hate it, but god damn your self conscious.

Lance urges you to leave the lights on, starts with candle light, traces your body with his fingertips and watched you shake for him.

It happens one morning- the blinds are open and early morning days pour into his room- illuminate the bed the two of you lie on.

He shoulders his way inbetween your thighs and eats your till you scream, loving the way that he can actually see your wet pussy, his tongue gliding in and out of the pretty folds.

And yeah he can see the cellulite and deep stretch marks and even the chub rub scars. And he doesn’t care, or stare at them or make you feel weird about it.

From that day on he has the green light to fuck you in the light

[pleasantdreamqueen]

Interviewer: Do we see wedding bells in your guys’ future

Sebastian: * blushes * Well that’s entirely up to her. I love her with all my heart

[evanstanwrites]

A Night With The Gold - Lance Tucker (Smut)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Plus! sized! Reader

summary: what would be a standard girlsnight turns out very intresting and becomes one of the best nights she ever expierenced. 

warning: Smut!, oral (f/m), unprotected sex (be smart and use protection!)

A/N: after a while of silence here we are again with some smut. co-written with the amazing @pawfect-melody

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“y/n! Are you almost ready?!” Casey, y/n’s gay best friend and roommate, yelled from the living room. It was Friday night their usual girl’s night where they went to a local bar for a few drinks. “yes, I’ll be down in a minute!” y/n yelled back while putting her make up back away and making her way to where her friend was waiting in the living room. “you took your damn time.”

“well a girl needs to look her best when she’s at her worst.”

“that’s what our girls night is for. Oh, and you need to get laid.” Casey shrugged while pulling y/n out the door with him.

The bar they usually went to was only a few blocks away from their apartment so they walked to the place like they always did.

Once they had arrived at the bar they took their usual spot where the rest of the girls were already seated and sipping drinks. Anna, Victoria or Torri for short and Elisa looked up once y/n and Casey came into view.

“Finally, there you two are. Thought you weren’t coming anymore.” Anna laughed while she stood up from her seat and gave you two hugs.  “y/n took her time getting ready because she needs to get laid.” Casey laughed while taking his place beside Elisa.

“I don’t need to get laid. I’m getting some drinks, what’s everyone drinking? Cosmopolitans?”

“you know it, so why still ask girl.” Torri smirks. “Oh, and by the way you do need to get laid, you’re grumpy. Girl you guys broke up 2 months ago, time to get out there again, have some fun.”

“he was a sucker to let me go, he’ll come back like a lost puppy but he can forget it if he thinks I’ll take him back. O god I do need to get laid.” y/n laughed.

“you go girl! Now get those drinks.” Casey cheered which made y/n roll her eyes and walk to the bar. She took an empty spot and waved at the barman David. “I’ll be right with you, just finishing this order.” He yelled over the music to make sure she heard him.

“Take your time Dave.” She yelled back while looking around but failing to notice the presence beside her until she heard a deep voice just beside her ear.  

"Excuse me miss, can I have the time? I'd check my watch but I can't take my eyes off of you."

It made her jump lightly but when she turned around and looked at the man in front of her she just burst out laughing. She actually had to hold on to the bar to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. Luckily, he didn’t look offended that she laughed at him right in front of his face. Once she stopped laughing she gave him a quick look up and down before giving him her response. He was drop death gorgeous, broad shoulders under a white polo shirt, well built thighs covered by fitted jeans, finished off with sneakers. But his face was mesmerizing, steel blue eyes that seemed like they looked deep down your soul, plump kissable pink lips turned up in a smirk, cheekbones that looked like you would cut yourself if you touched. And at last his hair, on the first look it seemed like he had put to much gel in it. But, overall, he looked like one fucking hot Greek god.

“I think it’s time for you to learn some pick up lines.” y/n said without moving her gaze from his eyes.

“Well it did make you laugh didn’t it. And you noticed me, so it’s safe to say I won.” The Greek god smirked proudly.

“And what did you win exactly.” She sassed right back.

“Well earlier today I won gold at the national gymnastic tournament. And now I won because I have the attention of a beautiful girl. Maybe if your lucky I’ll share my gold with ya if you know what I mean babygirl.”

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’m nowhere near beautiful and I’m in the middle of a girls night so I think your luck is out. ”y/n Said once she saw that David had already placed 5 cosmos on a tray for her, taking it and making her way back to the girls.

“you’re right you’re gorgeous!”

Once back at the table y/n placed the tray on the table and handed everyone their drink.

“Why didn’t you stay at the bar with mister hot guy?” Anna asked after taking a sip from her new drink. “Yeah that hot piece of meat totally wanted to fuck your brains out!” Casey chimed in.

“well it’s a girls night, I’m not abandoning you guys for a flirt, he’ll find someone better in no time. And he totally didn’t want to fuck my brains out. A man like that wouldn’t want me, no sane man would.”

“Girl I know that look on a guy, trust me de does. And why in hell do you think that, you’re hot.” He askes her pulling her to sit beside him. “Case, you know Lucas, the guy I broke up with 2 months ago for cheating on me. Well his explanation was that I’m shit in bed with my fat ass and that’s why he needed a skinny side hoe. So, trust me, most guys want someone skinny.”

“I don’t think he is like most guys but Casey you’re a guy, what do you think about that?” Elisa slurs out clearly already drunk.

“Last time I checked I’m still gay but to react to y/n’ story, that’s bullshit, most guys love to fuck a plus size woman gives you something extra to hold onto.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience.” y/n laughed.

“Well I need to be sure I’m still gay once in a while.”  

“That guy is totally checking you out girl, he keeps looking over. You better jump his bones or I will. Hot damn.” Casey said a while later while pushing her in the direction of the bar where the guy stood. And he was right, the guy didn’t even hide the fact that he was staring like a starved man looked at a snack.

“I don’t wanna abandon you guys, it’s our girls night.”

“Girl, we have our girls night every week. That guy isn’t gonna be here next time. Take your chance at getting laid, go we don’t wanna see you for the rest of the evening.” Elisa laughed.

“Oh and to be sure I’ll crash with Anna.” Casey winked

When y/n turned and made her way to where the guy was leaning against the bar she saw his smirk grow bigger than it already was.

“Well well well, look who we have here. Hello again gorgeous. Would you like a drink?” the guy said once she was next to him at the bar. He ordered a few shots even before she had the chance to answer him.

“Well I think that’s what we are in a bar for is it not ….?”

“Lance, Lance Tucker. And what’s your name princess?”

“y/n y/l/n”

 “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Lance said while handing her the shot glass with clear liquid which she assumed was tequila. He clicked their glasses together and they took the shot. She felt the drink burning down her throat but she managed not to start coughing. Conversation started to flow easily between the two but so did the alcohol and soon she started to feel the buzz. Thankfully, she didn’t change that much while being drunk, she just became bolder and dared to do much more.

“How about a dance Lance, get that hot body of yours moving.” She shamelessly flirted.

“You think I’m hot princess? Well girl you have no idea how drop dead gorgeous you are.”

He grabbed her hand and led her to the small dancefloor. Once there he pulled her close to his body as they started to dance. At first, they faced each other as they danced while gazing into each other’s eyes. But a few minutes in a more sensual song started to play and Lance didn’t hesitate to pull y/n against his hard body making her blush lightly as he started to grind against her. But she was to drunk to care and she started to move her body against him, it was basically dry humping in the middle of the dance floor. Y/n had her arms around Lance’s neck with one of her hands up in his gelled back hair her other holding onto his broad shoulder. Lance’s hands where both firmly planted on her ass making her grind on his firm thigh that was between hers.

It was like in that moment they where the only two in the bar, they only had eyes for each other. The constant smirk on his face never left him, which made the growing mess in her panties only bigger. It was as if he knew what he did to her, he knew he turned her on by the way he was dancing with her. Like he could see it in her eyes or even smell it on her. It was then she first adverted her eyes from him and laid her head on his shoulder to hide the moan that escaped her lips. But Lance still seemed to hear it, one of his hands left her ass and moved to cup her cheek to force her to look at him.

“Don’t hide the way I make you feel, it’s hot. I like you, you like me. Why does it have to be so complicated?” he whispered to her before leaning in and capturing her lips in an urgent kiss. His hand moved from her cheek to her throat, which made her hold her breath for a second, to the back of her neck and into her hair where he grabbed a hand full. He licked her lips asking for entrance into her mouth and she gave it to him. You couldn’t say that they fought for dominance because Lance won that one the second his tongue slipped between her lips and surprisingly she loved it and she moaned against his mouth.

“Let’s get out of here babygirl. My hotel room or your place?” He spoke against her lips the second he had his lips removed from hers.

“My place is only a few blocks away.”

“Your place it is princess, lead the way.” Lance smirked

As soon as the door was open Lance pushed y/n through the door with his lips locked on hers and kicked the door shut with his foot behind him. He walked her backwards until she felt a wall blocking her and Lance caging her in between his arms against it. His lips left hers but only long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head exposing her black laced bra. His hands directly cupped both her breasts as he planted his lips just under her jaw making her moan loudly.

“Yes princess, make as much noise as you like, let your neighbors hear you. Gonna fuck you so good. Want me to fuck you against this wall baby girl?”

“Fuck yes, fuck me… against… the wall.” She breathed out while pulling on his hair making him moan out against her throat. Hands roaming over his broad chest feeling his rock hard pecs and abs, wondering how good he looked without the white polo shirt on. “Too much clothes.” y/n said while tugging on the hem of his shirt, he let go of her left breast to tug the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere in the room.

“Let me taste you baby girl, I can’t stop thinking about eating that pussy of yours since the first moment I saw you. Wondering how you taste, bet you taste divine.”

“Well what are you waiting for?”

Lance winked at her and moved his hands to open her pants and drag both her jeans and panties down with him as he gets on his knees in front of her, helping her step out of her pants and throwing them with his shirt. He looks up to her and gives her his famous smirk before hooking her right leg up over his shoulder and diving into the most amazing foreplay. First kissing the inside of her thighs while his hand caressed the skin off her plump ass.

“God I love your ass and thighs, so soft.” Lance breathed out between the open mouth kisses he placed closer and closer to her core.

“Lance, please… need your mouth.” She moaned.

“Tell me baby girl, where do you want my mouth?”

“On my pussy.”

“As you wish princess.” Not a second later he was licking from her entrance to her clit which he placed his lips over and sucked hard making her legs almost give out under her and moan.

Nobody had ever eaten her out before and surely not like this. She was lucky Lance had a hold of her hip and helped her stay up given how hard it was for her to keep her focus not to let her legs turn into jelly. She couldn’t keep quiet so she moaned without holding back waving her hands in his hair. She could feel the coil inside her wind up till it was about to snap.

“Oh god I’m close… fuck… don’t stop.”

But as soon as the words leave her lips Lance removes himself from her pussy, puts her leg down from his shoulder and gets up. Smirking at y/n’s confused face.

“I want you to cum on my cock, I wanna see your face when I make you cum. Can’t wait to be inside your pussy baby girl.” Lance groaned out while making quick work of getting the rest of his clothes off.

“Oh Lance, please, just fuck me.”

“So greedy for my cock? Well hold on tight baby.”

He grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and easily lifts her up against the wall, y/n automatically wraps her legs around his waist.  

“Ready baby girl?”

Y/n could only nod, afraid her voice would give up on her if she even tried to speak. She reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock to line him up with her entrance, his tip already easily slipping inside because her pussy was soaked. The moment she lets go of his cock and wrapped her arm around his neck Lance attacks her neck with his mouth at the same time he pistons his hips forward driving his cock hard inside her, making y/n moan out in a scream. He slowly pulls out till only his tip remains inside her slamming hard back inside her. He sets a brutal pace, hitting her g-spot every time he slams back into her making her scream his name over and over again. She knew that once he would be done with her that her voice would be gone and there would be bruises on her back from the brutal pace he had set, making her slam into the wall with every trust. But she didn’t care, she loved what he did to her. His mouth travels down to her breast and he takes her nipple in his mouth sucking hard, kneading her other breast with the hand that wasn’t holding her up. She was close again, feeling that string inside her wind up again.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Lance please.” She screamed out. Lance seemed to understand what she was begging him for and soon he lets go of her breast and lets his hand go down over her belly to her pubic mouth. He starts to stroke circles on her clit with his thumb making y/n tilt her head back letting it rest on the wall, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream. It felt so good that she couldn’t even make a sound. With just two more strokes the string inside her explodes with a force she never felt before. Her whole body started to shake, she only could hold on stronger onto Lance and let him ride out her orgasm. Lance stills inside of her while stroking her sides before letting his still hard cock slip out of her soaked pussy.

“That was amazing! But you didn’t cum, why?” y/n asked with a shaking breath.

“That was amazing baby girl, but I want to play with you a bit longer before I cum. Now where is your bedroom princess?”

“second door on the right. I would love to play with you some more too.” She giggled while Lance started to walk in the direction of her room with her still in his arms, showing how strong he was.

Once in her bedroom he dropped her onto her bed and walked back to the door to close it. While he walked y/n had turned onto her tummy to watch his ass move with every step he took. He truly was a Greek god. She couldn’t stop thinking that she was very lucky to have caught the eye of such a man. Most men like him would pick a woman that looked like a Victoria secret model, not a woman with extra meat everywhere.

“what’s wrong baby girl you look like you’re deep in thought?”

“Oh nothing, I was just distracted by your ass.”

Lance stood just a few steps away from the bed in his full naked glory, his gorgeous body on full display. She openly ogled him and he knew it, he even loved it smirking at the face she made when her eyes stopped at his tattoo.

“Like what you see baby girl?” Lance smirked

“You have a gold medal tattooed around your dick?” she asked surprised, when he fucked her against the wall she hadn’t had the time to take in the wonderful sight of his cock so now she took her time. His cock had already started to soften by the lack of stimulation but it was still very impressive. Like she had felt before he was thick and veiny, bigger than anyone she had ever had before. Lance took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times.

“You wanna taste the gold? Help me get it ready so I can fuck you into the mattress.”

“Fuck yess Lance, how do you want me? Fuck my mouth.”

“get on your knees and open up wide, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

She quickly moved from the bed and onto her knees in front of him taking his cock from his hands and giving his hardening cock a few strokes before taking his tip in her mouth. y/n could taste the saltiness of his precum on her tongue causing her to moan around him. Earning a groan in return from Lance. A pace is quickly set with Lance twisting y/n’s hair into a makeshift pony tale in order to guide her head at his desired pace. When y/n begins to deep throat him he starts to pull her away.

‘god, fuck, you may stop or I’m going to cum before I’ve had you from behind baby girl.’ Lance gritted out from clenched teeth.

y/n released his dick with a loud pop. A string of saliva following her mouth away till Lance caught it with his thumb bringing it to his mouth.

‘mmmhhhh’ he groaned around his thumb ‘get on the bed baby on all fours’

Jumping to action y/n was on the bed in record time with her head resting on her crossed forearms and round ass in the air. Lance stalked her until he kneeled on the bed behind her lining himself up with her entrance. In one fluid motion he guided himself inside as they both moaned in unison. Setting a brutal pace, he snapped his hips in and out while y/n took everything he had while begging for more. He left a resounding smack on her delectable ass causing y/n to clench around his cock.

‘you like that don’t you sweetheart, you like me leaving my mark on you’ he stated boldly.

y/n could only moan louder in reply as her second orgasm grew within her. This was it, Lance was going to be the death of her. And all she could think was what a wonderful way it was to go out.

‘I need you to cum for me y/n’ he all but begged her.

And that was all it took to send her over the edge, hearing him so far gone, begging her to cum and the fact that he used her first name. y/n came with a squeal as white spots clouded her vision. She was vaguely aware of Lance cuming quickly after with a loud groan and landing solidly on her back. Her limbs not supporting them any more she fell to the bed with Lance rolling them over so she was snuggled with her peachy ass up against his softened cock. Signing they both drifted to sleep.

y/n woke with a pounding headache but yet nothing could wipe the smile from her face. Rolling over she knew she was going to find her bed empty. She wasn’t expecting anything more than one night of unbelievably hot sex. Getting up she threw on her robe from the back of her bedroom door and made her way into her kitchen. And there sat a note with his messy scrawl.

I enjoyed myself last night. Ill pick you up at 6 and you can experience a second night with the gold.

                                                 Laters L

                                                     x

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@buckyswinterbaby98

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Headcanon: Shattered heart

Requested by anonymous: Can I have a Lance and Black plus reader who finds out she’s pregnant but then when she goes to tell Lance finds him having sex with his ex and she runs away and he goes looking for her, idk how it should end but can it be fluffy since it starts with some angst please?

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x Lance Tucker

Warning(s): cheating, screaming, crying, language

Word count: 804

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-You felt anxious and exited to break down to the news to Lance. For the last couple of weeks, you had been feeling nauseous and couldn’t keep your breakfast inside your body. First, you were afraid that you had food poisonous so you had made an appointment at the doctor, who confirmed that you were six weeks pregnant

 -It was a shock for you but nonetheless, you were happy that you and Lance were expecting your first baby. You rushed out of the doctor’s office and drove straight to your shared house. After you had pulled into the driveway, you jumped out of the car and searched for the keys in your purse with trembling fingers

 -Once you had finally found them, you unlocked the front door and called out for lance. “Lance!” you called out again when you didn’t get a response. You walked to the kitchen and dropped your purse onto the counter when suddenly a high pitch moan was heard from upstairs

 -You frowned and slowly walked up the stairs, afraid and curios to know where the sound came from. You walked down the hall until you reached your and Lance’s bedroom door. With your heart frantically beating in your chest, you pushed down the handle and opened the door

 -A gasp left your lips at the sight of Lance having sex with his ex girlfriend. She was riding him while he had his back arched and held onto her hips. “Lance!” she moaned in a high pitched tone. Your heart broke in your chest as the tears streamed down your face

 -“You fucking bastard!” you screamed, making them stop instantly. Lance’s ex girlfriend got off him and quickly under the covers. “You’re still with her?” she yelled at him while he stared wide eyed at you

 -You sobbed as Lance quickly got off the bed and slipped his boxers back on before approaching you. “No! Get the fuck away from me!” you yelled and pushed him. “[Y/N]” he tried to explain but you shook your head

 -“I’m pregnant. We’re done” you whispered and took one last glance at him before storming down the hall and stairs before leaving your once shared house

 -Lance stood there frozen as your words kept replaying in his head. “You fucked up” his ex girlfriend said before she got out of the bed and quickly got dressed before leaving him all alone as she left the house

 -You drove to your parent’s house, your vision blurred with thick tears. When you arrived there, your mother welcomed you with a tight hug as you told her what had happened. She was able to calm you down and remind you that you’d need to avoid any stress for the baby

 -Lance ended up getting drunk before falling asleep on the couch with tears stains on his cheeks. After that, he tried his best to get in contact with you but you never responded to his calls and messages

 -The pregnancy was going well, despite that you were still not over the break up. When you were six months along, you finally had the courage to go back to Lance’s house to talk about the baby girl

 -When you stood there at the door, looking as beautiful as always and with your ever growing belly, Lance dropped to his knees and hugged your belly while pressing tender kisses on it. “I’m so sorry” he kept whispering to you and the baby as tears streamed down his face, he looked up to you and you bit your lip to refrain yourself from crying

 -“We need to talk” you mumbled when he stood up and welcomed you into your once shared home. You waddled over to the couch and immediately sat down on it, feeling tired because your baby girl had been kicking you all night long, leaving you with not many hours to sleep

 -“You look absolutely beautiful [Y/N]” your ex boyfriend said while taking a seat next to you. You nodded your head, “I’m here to talk about the baby. We’re having a girl and I’m willing to get a house near you “ you explained while avoided Lance’s piercing and longing stare

 -Tears brimmed his eyes when you told him that he was going to be a father of a little princess. “You can move back in here. I will give you your space [Y/N]. I just don’t want to miss a thing from now on” he said while hope filled his heart. You sighed and nodded your head

 -“What are we?” Lance whispered and gently placed his hand on your belly again, a smile creeping onto his face when your baby girl kicked again. You looked down at his hand on your belly, “For now we’re soon-to-be-parents. Maybe that will change sooner or later” you smiled

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-Emma

[moonbeambucky]

Turn Back Time

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 2617 Warnings: fluff, embarrassing moments

Summary: Theo's embarrassing mistake makes his parents wish they could turn back time.

A/N: We're skipping ahead to the future! This takes place in October 2039 and yes this is another Theo-centric drabble but it's fine because we love him. There are more mentions of The Price of Astrophile universe collab with Allie so don't forget to read Astrophile if you haven't already. Thank you to my love @all1e23​ for beta reading 🍕❤️

It’s quiet in the house, silent mostly apart from the gentle hum of the washing machine that fills the background as your eyes gaze over the pages of the sturdy book that rests in your lap. Your focus is interrupted every now and then when Cashew lets out a deep snore you’re surprised hasn’t woken him.

He’s curled up beside you on the couch with his head resting against your thigh. The book can wait so you’ve set it off to the side, rubbing your palm in long, gentle strokes along his body. It’s hard not to notice how he doesn’t climb up as easily as he used to. You vividly recall the day you adopted him and it’s hard to believe that was thirteen years ago but just like Cashew isn’t a puppy anymore, your kids aren’t children. 

Ariel is living in New York and though you knew this was coming for a long time you still miss her every day. It made sense for her to be there with more opportunities in dance. She was loving every moment training at the American Ballet Theatre.

New York had offered more than just dance, Ariel’s heart had been there ever since she met Ollie. You understood the difficulties of a long distance relationship, having done so with Lance for a while. It still amazed you though how dedicated they were to each other despite their age. Their friends enjoyed the convenience of being face to face while Ariel and Ollie spent more time having “dates” over FaceTime until they were able to see each other in person again.

Now you’re the one that has to FaceTime her, thankful that no matter how exhausted she was after a long day of dancing she always has time to speak to her parents. Lance knew the rigorous training she was going through, reminiscent of his own Olympic training. “You don’t have to call us every night,” he would tell her and while Ariel knew she didn’t have to, she could see passed the smile on his face knowing how much her Dad misses his Starfish. If a few minutes a day made her parents happy she would give that and more without question.

Seeing her over the phone was good but in person was even better and last weekend you were able to do that. It was her twentieth birthday and you and Lance flew up to celebrate. It didn’t matter that you last saw her two months ago, both of you hugged her like it’s been forever.

She was more than settled in at the Barnes’ house and you couldn’t thank them enough as they offered to have Ariel stay with them. You were certain Cassie had a lot of influence on their decision, emphatically telling them all the reasons why Ariel should live there.

Truthfully she didn’t have a lot of convincing to do. You and Lance were as close to the Barnes’ as Ariel and Cassie. You had a long discussion with them and they kindly offered Orion’s old bedroom. She had been living in the apartment above their bookstore for the last few years so they did have the space. Plus they considered Ariel family and they wanted to make sure she was safe as she navigated life in a new city. 

It was sad that Theo couldn’t make it and no one was more disappointed than him. He would use any opportunity to see his friends in New York and it killed him to have to miss this trip. Theo was training to become a lifeguard and his classes were every Saturday; missing even one would disqualify him from the program. 

He was able to FaceTime as everyone sang “Happy Birthday” to Ariel, watching her blow out the candles on the cake Cassie made for her. The phone was passed around so Theo could say goodbye to everyone, heat forming on his cheeks when Ori told him how much he was missed. His smile curbed just a bit when Leo grabbed the phone and teased that he wasn’t missed that much.

Theo was only alone for a few days and while some seventeen year olds with a house to themself might throw a party Theo was focused on practicing. He stayed long after class was over to continue swimming laps in the Olympic size pool. With his test coming up he needed to practice as much as he could.

The sound of the door shutting puts a smile on your face. Before he even announces himself you know it’s Theo, you can tell by the way he shuffles inside, dropping off his bag near the front closet like he always does.

Cashew slowly lifts his head up as Theo plops down on the couch. “Hey mom,” he said quickly, smiling at Cashew who slowly got up to turn and face Theo.

“You’re home early. I thought you’d be practicing some more.” 

He looked up from Cashew to answer you, still giving the good old dog scratches behind his ears. “They had some private lessons so I couldn’t stay. Did you have lunch yet? I’m gonna make something before I get into our pool, unless you needed it?”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face knowing Theo had grown into a kind and considerate young man; not that you expected anything else. You and Lance worked hard raising him and Ariel with manners and to treat everyone with respect

“I ate already, thank you Pumpkin.” Theo dropped his head to Cashew as fond embarrassment came over him at the sound of his nickname. “And the pool is all yours though I do wish you would take it easy. You’re sure you haven’t been pushing your knee too much?”

His shorts are bunched just above the scar from the ACL surgery he had earlier this year and the injury, although common, was devastating to Theo. He loved being active so bringing all of his activities to an immediate halt hurt more than the pop felt in his knee. He was eager to get back into everything which made you worry. Then again, as his mother you would always worry about him.

“I feel good, trust me Mom.” Theo reassured you with a smile. He got up from the couch and stopped to plant a kiss on your cheek before heading to the kitchen. You helped Cashew down, his nails tapping slowly against the floors as he followed Theo, hopeful and waiting for some food to drop.

As you were folding laundry you didn’t expect Theo to be there, startling you enough that a pair of folded socks went flying out of your hands. He laughed as he went to pick it up, snickering still as he asked, “Do you know where the Bluetooth speaker is? Mine broke.”

Pursed lips held feigned anger for Theo laughing at you but you couldn’t keep it up. “It might still be in the garage from the last time Ariel was home.” 

“Thanks,” he said, tossing the rolled up socks your way. He turned on his heels before backtracking, flashing a smile as bright and white as the freshly folded towel he took from the pile, throwing it over his bare shoulder.

Theo was ready to swim again, and not long after you heard music blasting from the backyard. Your pool wasn’t large enough to accurately practice the timed laps he needed to complete for certification but he was able to work on other things, like perfect all of his strokes and practice retrieving a diving brick from the bottom of the pool. It was a little awkward and Theo supposes that grabbing a person will feel just as foreign. Then again he’s kind of done it before.

Last year when his friends from New York came to visit everyone was helping Ariel pack up things for her move. Ollie even brought an extra suitcase so he could bring back some things in advance to ease the trip she would have to make the following month. As her best friend Cassie was at her side, holding the list Ariel made and rightfully ignoring it as she pointed at random things in the room to see if it was something Ariel wanted to take. (And no Cassie, there was no need for Ariel to take the pink bowling pin from her seventh birthday party with her to New York.)

Leo was doing his best to help, at Cassie’s insistence. He would much rather be hanging out with Theo who is much luckier than him for not having to help pack up. His eyes shifted to the open door, hoping the sound of the person coming up the stairs was Theo, or Ori even. It was a good thing Ariel’s room didn’t face the backyard because Leo would have been running outside if he got a look at what was going on.

Theo can’t escape the memory of the day he taught Ori how to swim. Somehow he was lucky enough to be alone with her, without Leo’s disapproving stare weighing him down. His own nerves were doing that for him but he pushed them aside as much as he could.

Ori was embarrassed, thinking she was too old to be learning how to swim at twenty-three. Her makeshift doggy paddle was enough to fool others into thinking she simply preferred the shallow end to stay near her younger siblings when they were little. 

The truth was the deep end was unpredictable. There were too many what-ifs and if Ori could not solidly control a situation then she simply wouldn’t go for it. But things didn’t seem as scary with Theo there. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, honesty swirling in the reflection of the water below them; or his smile, with kindness pouring out from the soft pull of his lips. There was no need to feel shame and with Theo she never had a reason to. 

It was one of the best days of his life, not only because of the time he was able to spend with her but because Ori trusted him. He kept her safe and taught her as much as he could before the sky decided to open up on them. 

Every time he gets in his pool those memories wash over him. Theo can’t help the heat that creeps on his cheeks, a minor distraction he tries to shake off so he could continue practicing. But when he remembers her scent, fresh lavender that’s soft and pretty just like Ori, it has him swimming through the clouds. 

It was hard not to think about Ori, she’s been on his mind ever since they met. He was a child then with a big crush on that pretty girl with the big smile and gorgeous eyes; but with every passing year his feelings have grown and Theo knows deep down in his heart there's a reason why he can't shake this crush. His mind drifts with hope for the future. 

Eventually he was able to focus, staying out there until long after Lance got home. Dinner was quick and you and Lance could see how much Theo had pushed himself all day. He was exhausted, unable to control his yawning in between chewing his food. The sun had barely begun to set when he said goodnight to you both.

The rest of the night was spent in bed, cuddling up with Lance as you watched a movie hearing the gentle patter of rain against the windows. Cashew was resting at the end of the bed, surprising you when he lifted his head up at the sound of the toilet flushing down the hall. 

“Good boy Cashew,” you cooed, leaning forward to pat his head, “You heard Theo, good boy!” It was nice, for a moment, to believe Cashew wasn't as old as he really was.

You settled back against Lance, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head. His hand rubbed up and down your arm gently, reaching down to squeeze a handful of your bottom.

As you lifted your head up towards him, Lance’s growing smirk told you that Cashew might have to temporarily move to his bed on the floor. He leaned in to capture your lips, your need for him growing deeper until everything came to a record scratching halt. 

“Mmmm just like that baby.” 

You pulled away, puzzled by the foreign sound of a woman whose pornographic moans grew louder and louder.

“What the fuck? Where is that coming from?”

Both of your phones were on the nightstand untouched and the movie was still playing so it was unlikely that the remote had been accidentally touched. Lance chuckled as he sat back against the headboard, wishing you would get back in bed so he could pull those same sounds from you.

You scanned your bedroom following the lewd sounds until you stopped dead in your tracks. On the bathroom counter your eyes widened in horror, staring at the sleek Bluetooth speaker, the same device Theo was using earlier. Lance must have taken it back inside before the storm.

Your feet carried you in a hurry, jumping back in bed in a frenzy, disturbing poor Cashew as you buried your face in the pillow.

“What?” Lance asked, first with a laugh which faded into concern as you shook your head, muttering a slew of “no’s” into the fabric. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

Your head turned to the side, peeking one eye open at Lance who couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer.

“It’s… Theo.” Your face cringed as you said his name. “He must have been too tired before to disconnect his phone from the speaker…” 

Lance’s lips pressed into a thin line realizing he would have to handle this embarrassing situation since there was no way you could. 

It wasn’t that Theo wasn’t open with you. He never shied away from bringing Amber over the house, asking for your advice on sweet things he could do for her especially when they got back together but there were some things he definitely felt more comfortable talking about with his Dad. 

Lance let out a heavy breath, closing the door behind him so you didn’t have to hear that awkward conversation.

“Cashew help me!” you pleaded, patting the spot on the mattress next to you for him to cuddle.

He plopped down beside you, licking your face as you gently pet him. The moans abruptly stopped and you felt some relief though a bit of sadness lingered. Although Theo would always be your pumpkin he was no longer a little boy. 

“Theo’s all grown up now huh Cashew?” His head tilted slowly, a reminder that he too was all grown. As the door creaked open you lifted your head to Lance, hesitantly asking, “Everything good?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a small laugh, “Yeah... he’ll be fine.” 

Getting back into bed, Lance adjusted his position since Cashew had taken up a good portion of the middle. With Ariel in New York and Theo graduating next year it made you both realize just how much time had passed and because of that Lance didn’t take it personal when you snuggled with Cashew instead of him. He threw his arm over both of you, flashing that same smile that spoke the words he didn’t need to say. 

You were both feeling the same thing, the yearning of wanting to turn back time and not let your babies (and puppy) grow up as fast as they did. Or at the very least, remind Theo to disconnect his phone from the speaker!

[peacefulwriter88]

Bad Habit - Part 5

Lance Tucker x PoC, Curvy WoC

Warnings: SMUT, Language, the usual

A/N: Mad Lance feels. I hate that when I am accosted with Lance he likes gets under my skin, literally attacks my being and cripples/ruins me for other characters. Soooooooo yea. This is a long ass part. I’d either get comfortable on your bed/couch/whatever and enjoy because the angst is but a rumble or two away.....

“That guy was totally into you.”

You look up from your IPhone, frowning as you maneuver around pedestrians before you find your stride again with your co-worker Emily, quirking your right eyebrow.

“What are you talking about?”

Emily snorts and rolls her eyes as you both stop at an intersection and she fans herself, trying to juggle the rolls of fabric she has in her hands. You were juggling three bags, a large iced mocha and your phone as she says,

“Listen, Andrew loves your designs and is always willing to give us the premium fabric because he has a thing for you. I told you this back in February – he is newly single and I know he’s been waiting for the green light to ask you out.”

You give a slow nod, taking a sip of your iced coffee as your brain racks over this new information. You were sure Emily had told you, probably multiple times, but you had been too distracted by the blossoming romance between you and Lance the past month that the idea of anyone else had become dust in the back of your mind. The light changes and you both cross the street, inching closer to the theater.

“I forgot about him.”

“How do you forget about Andrew!? He is basically hotness incarnate and he’s sweet and funny. You guys would totally match. Honestly, if he wasn’t so into you I’d go after that.”

You chuckle as you shake your head. Technically Emily was right – Andrew checked all the boxes you invested in when dating someone. But he was also incredibly boring and you typically tended to waver off into your mind when you tried to listen to him talk. While he was all the things a girl should want, he also didn’t have that air of confidence you tended to always fall for in a man, nor the wit or energy to keep up with your sassy attitude. Which you knew was a result of a certain former Olympian that had captured your heart.

Lance Tucker the Fucker.

You hadn’t really told anyone about Lance. Not because you were ashamed but because there was still this small part of you that couldn’t’ believe that he was all yours –all 195 pounds of committed perfection that he was. You knew that if you opened the door to informing them about who you were dating, they would want to know more. How’d you meet? How long you’ve been dating? What did he do? What did he look like?

Typically you were open to share that stuff with your team – you all had worked together for years. But Lance was different. Lance on a physical scale was a solid 10. Probably, honestly, a 14 out of 10. But the minute he would open that big fucking mouth of his and that snarky and cocky attitude would drip out, any physical attributes would drop his fine ass down to the single digits. You had a history of dating bro’s – shallow men who didn’t value and appreciate you. They had been there with you through all the heartbreak and humiliation. They had committed to ensuring you would stop dating men like Lance. They wouldn’t be able to see how selfish he was, how thoughtful and brilliant and intelligent and incredibly witty the former athlete could be. No, because Lance was a walking epidemic of insecurity and the first sign of being anxious or unsure would draw out that fucking attitude of his and you weren’t ready to battle your closest friends with why this time, actually, really, Lance was different. Way different than the assholes from before.

“Hello, earth to Y/N, you still there!?”

Emily’s voice refocuses you to the present and you turn to her, smiling.

“Sorry, thinking about some designs I’ve been flirting with for this upcoming set…” you turn to her and sigh. Emily was one of your closest friends since you’ve moved to New York. You both told each other everything, good or bad. She even knew Lily – you were that tight. It was one thing to not tell your co-workers; it was another not to tell her.

You hadn’t even told Lily for obvious reasons and keeping it from the two people you loved the most was taxing. Emily would be a good test for Lily who would eventually either find out or be informed.

“Listen Em,” you walk into the cool space, raising your sunglasses as you walk into the empty theater, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Please don’t say I need to stay late tonight. Again. We’ve been pulling late nighters for weeks – I like can’t handle it.”

She’s giving you those exaggerated puppy eyes that has you laughing and rolling your eyes. She’s mocking one of your interns of course, even if you knew that a small part of her was also hoping that it wasn’t the case.

It was a tough time in the season.

“No, no, no…nothing like that.” You stop in front of the elevator and she looks at you expectantly.

“Listen, I haven’t been hitting on Andrew because I’ve been talking to a guy.”

Its only five seconds of her processing the words before she lets out,

“Wait, what!”

“I’ve been –“ she doesn’t allow you to finish the words as she holds up a finger. “No, don’t tell me. I heard you. You’ve been DATING someone. For how long?”

You turn, punching the down button on the elevator as you mumble,

“I guess like….almost three months technically.”

“Technically!” she shrieks out, getting the attention of a few passer byers and you nod as the elevator chimes and she’s pushing you in.

“Dish.”

You shrug as you take another long sip. Thank god for America and Starbucks for inventing venti size for moments like this.

“Nothing to dish. Lance is a childhood friend and we used to date then broke up in high school then recently rekindled our romance. ‘Nuf said.”

“Enough said?” Emily asks incredulously, “Did you just tell me that you have a rekindled romance with your former high school lover and you’ve been with him for three months and you haven’t told me why? Is he horrible looking?”

You snort.

“Okay, is he a horrible person.”

“I mean, he can be cocky and a little rough around the edges but he’s not horrible.”

Emily squints her eyes at you.

“Then why’d you hold out so long!?”

You sigh,

“You know me. I start dating someone and I get weird about it because I just had to test to make sure that this was real….that’s all.”

Emily nods as she leans against the elevator wall.

“That better be it. I expect full pictures and an invite to dinner sometime soon.”

“Ahh,” you note as you look at her, “He also currently lives across the country soooo….”

“Y/N!”

“What!” you laugh back as the doors open and you are accosted with Aimee your intern. Aimee, of all the interns, was the most competent. She met deadlines and was open to feedback. You liked her, even if she could be a gossip and slept with too many of the tech guys.

As she stood in front of you now, her eyes wide saucers she practically grabbed you out of the elevator as she breathed out,

“There is a literal sex god waiting for you in the workshop!”

Emily looks over at you and you scrunch your eyebrows together. Who the hell would be meeting with you, let alone what kind of hot sex god as Aimee put it would be trying to meet with you? It was Thursday, typically a slow day regarding your supplier. No need for chiefs or production assistants to visit. You frown as you walk past her, Emily and Aimee hot on your heels as you say,

“Did he tell you his name?”

“Said you would know who he was.”

You groan. Great. It was either a former ex-boyfriend who still remembered your minor job history or an ex actor who had a crush on you. Neither were ever invited to your space. Emily can feel your tension as you both turn the corner and your accosted with the scene.

Everyone is trying to act like they are working, pretending to reflect on stitch work or designs but really they were googling to what, indeed, Aimee had referred to as a sex god.

Lance was always oblivious to the impact he had on people. Men and women alike couldn’t help but be affected by his charm, his strong good looks. He was wearing dark jeans that hosted the ray bans you loved him and a simple white shirt that found every contour of his muscles with a light navy bomber jacket. He was trying to experiment not wearing his USA gear after a comment you made, trying to prove that he didn’t use it as a second layer of protection to his identity. What stands out more is the large bouquet of peonies that lazily hang in his hands as he falls back on the desk he’s leaning on and you tried to bite back the flutter that he remembered that peonies were your favorite. He’s looking down at his phone, eyes furrowed together as he responds to texts and you’re surprised he hasn’t picked up that the shops normal high nose has gone down a decimal, all interested to know who he was and how he knew you.

“You’re right,” you say, flicking your eyes to Aimee. “I do know who he is.”

The call had come in at 7 p.m. California time, while Lance was driving home from a long day at the gym. He had been looking forward to talking to you, both of you missing each other by your current hectic schedules when real estate agent had called. Apparently there was a building, in Brooklyn, that was up for lease. Prime real estate right off the subway tracks, good location for marketing and promoting, and for the US Olympic team because the owner was an avid fan of Lance’s past wins, could get the space at a price that might as well be highway robbery. If Lance wanted to look into it, he’d have to jump on a red eye and check it out in the morning, 10 a.m. Eastern Time. If Lance liked what he saw, they would go through with the deal. Most of the association had already checked it out and approved it but because Lance was the one who would be the main lead on this, they wanted his okay.

That had been humbling, that they were looking for him to be making such a big decision. So he hadn’t hesitated when he had said that he was completely down. 

So he went home, quickly packed and jumped on the next flight to New York. Got in around 5 a.m., stole four hours of sleep before he was up looking at the expansive space. Didn’t matter that the Americano had him wired like a hot set of wheels, that he was verging on the line of delusional and annoyed – the minute he stepped into the large warehouse he knew that he had to have it. It was perfect. High vaulted ceilings, enough floor space to house thirty times more gymnast than the gym in L.A. a nice set of office that were private and open, a place where he could escape but also monitor competitors if he needed too. He was giddy, already thinking of the gym layout, how he wanted to get your insight on decorating the space and then halfway through laying out the terms it hits him.

He was in New York. He could see you. He could visit the boy’s real quick – probably even stay the weekend. It’d be a nice surprise for Lily. For you. For him.

So, after doing some negotiating and talking to the right people, he makes a beeline to your theater. Already making plans with Lily who confirms that for the first weekend in months, you have off and was planning to help her clean out mom’s house. How perfect it was that he could join and help. He knows on Thursday, instead of being on the main stage you were in the shared workshop where all designers collaborated for the many theaters – small and large – that were peppered off of Broadway. Knew that this was one of your slower days despite the fact that it was also when the weekend rush started. Knew he had the flexibility to drop by without you being distracted.

What he doesn’t expect is for you to take him off guard.

It was mid-May, the heat hadn’t even really consumed the city yet but you still wore high waist shorts that flattered your frame. Was wearing the frilly crop top that was exposing that smooth skin he loved to caress, the navy blue popping against your skin tone. You were wearing chucks because of course you were wearing chucks but it didn’t look out of place on you, not paired with the casual bun you had managed your hair into on top of your head.

He can feel his erection trying to make an appearance and reminds himself of all the things that can temper it – how melancholic he had felt while signing the lease to the warehouse because he knew that he couldn’t call his mom after to tell her it was finally happening, how he had absently called her six times since she landed all to be greeted with an out of service line. It’s enough to get him to clear his throat, a large smile printing itself on his face as you shake your head, that cocky smirk mirroring his. Knowing that you might be just a tad upset that he had shown up without letting you know, but that you secretly appreciated surprises because it meant that he was thinking about you.

He starts to walk over to you, ignoring the way half of the women and some men’s eyes snap at him because he’s only focused on you. Wants to claim you for his own – wants everyone at your job to know that you’ve branded yourself onto him, to his soul and that he had done the same. Feeling incredibly territorial all of sudden because he realizes that it’s the first time since the start of your relationship that he’s on your turf.

He lifts the flowers, loving the pleased way your eyes glaze over as you take them, biting your lip as you juggle them in your already full hands. Tries to be patient but suddenly drawn to you, in a trance as his fingers reach out for you. He just needed to feel you, needed to dance his hands across the skin that he’s already memorized in his mind and he doesn’t care of the audience in front of the both of you as he hands fingers find your hips as you nearly drop all of the things in your hands before he plants his mouth on top of yours.

Kissing you – he had also decided since the month you had seen him – was probably one of his new favorite past times. He could kiss you for hours, tongue combating yours for dominance, slowly and lustfully as he drank you in. The way you would occasionally moan and position yourself closer to him, hands threading through his hair as his hands explored all the curves of your body. He loved the softness of your lips, the warmth from your skin radiating onto him, the way you smelled. His hands creep behind your underside, biting into your ass as he forces you closer to him, not afraid this time of the way his cock twitches a bit, as he draws out a small moan from you.

“I love you…” he murmurs when he pulls away, only far enough to look you in the eye. Your eyes are lust filled, heavy lidded as you regain your senses, irises burning into his as he places soft, feathery kisses over your face.

“Love and missed you so much.”

You wrap your arms around him, the coolness from your iced coffee a contrast from the outside heat emanating off your body onto his chest as you laugh, face jutted up so he could continue to kiss your eyelids, nose, chin, cheeks and mouth.

Who was he? What was it about you that made him operate like a man without control?

And then your arms are wrapping around his neck, urging him back down to kiss you again and he knows, knows by the way your lips seductively pass over his own as you mutter out the words his heart lunges at every time he hears it escape your mouth.

I love you too.

The moment is short lived, interrupted by the clearing of a woman’s throat and the sound causes you to stiffen, for your eyes to break away from him as you look over and give an embarrassed smile to the woman who is watching with that same amused glint in her eyes.

“Right,” you try to distance yourself, remembering where you are but he’s having nothing of it. Keeps you tightly trapped in his embrace as you continue, “Em – this is umm errr…Lance.”

Emily nods, smiling growing larger as she sticks out her hand.

“Pleasure to finally meet you Lance. I’m Emily. One of her co-workers and….”

“Good friends. Yea. You hang out with Y/N and my sister, Lily. They talk about you both a lot.” He remembers her name, vaguely remembers her picture. Emily was cute, but simple and plain and easy to forget compared to you. He tries to bite back the thought as he sticks out his hands, giving it a hearty shake as Emily looks over at you, eyes round saucers.

“Realllllllyyyyyy? Interesting seeing as…..”

“Seeing as Emily needs to go and check the designs of our intern. Go check the designs with our interns. And the rest of you, enough of the porn show, back to work.”

You’re giving Emily the look – the one where your eyes narrow in that playfully threatening way and he never knows if you are truly going to act on it or it’s a warning. Emily picks up on it, laughing as she pulls the young red head that’s giving him Japanese’s heart eyes a once over, reminding her that she was crazy to think that she’d have a shoot with a chance at Lance, let alone a man that was handcuffed to you. That part was at least true.

You pick up your belongings, shaking your head as you ask,

“I gotta jump into a meeting in five minutes and can’t talk long. Why are you here? Didn’t think you’d be in town for another month?”

Always to the point. He smiles as he shrugs,

“I’ll tell you on one condition.”

Now you’re giving him that look, the condescending one that makes his smile break wider.

“You don’t make a fuss about me helping you and Lily clean out mom’s house this weekend.”

You roll your eyes but the smile that slowly creeps on your face isn’t missed as you exhale,

“Fine. What is it?”

He shrugs, bending down and planting one last kiss on your lips. Hating that he had already decided to tease you, wanting nothing more than to pull you into a bathroom and have you screaming out his name.

“I’ll tell you when I see you this weekend,” he bites at your bottom lip as you groan, “And make sure to please that pretty little pussy I’ve been jerking off too for the past month.”

The last part is whispered lower and you flicker your eyes up at him, large doe eyes that are drenched in lust as he pulls away. Then you moan, giving him a punch as he laughs.

“You’re such a jerk!” you say and he only shrugs.

“A jerk with great timing. Your first weekend off and we all get to spend it together…”

He doesn’t have to look back to know how deeply you roll your eyes at him.

You don’t know how you had gotten yourself into this position.

Saturday morning, the birds chirping and a pretty day just begging for you to enjoy by a pool or beach and instead you were trying to muffle your laughter as you pulled Lance further into the tight closet space, adjusting your body as he raises you against the shelf, his mouth planted on your neck as you reach down for his belt.

“What’s gotten into you Lance? Miss me?” you whisper as his mouth nips at your neck before pulling away, smiling up at you. His eyes were shining that pretty dark shade of cerulean as they drunk you in, pulling away far enough to start making work on the buttons of your romper.

“You are such a goddamn tease, you know that?”

You giggle as you shake your head, watching him curiously as he makes quick work of the small fasteners.

“Takes a tease to know a tease. You were the one who basically had been a hot, sweaty mess at my job. My place of work sir. Do you know how much shit I’ve gotten since you’ve dropped by casually?”

You’ve popped his jeans open and your thighs pull his pants and boxers down and he groans as he follows suite, spreading your legs and pushing his erection against your folds.

“As much as I want you too. I want them to know who’s pleasing this pretty little pussy. Do you know how fucking much I’ve missed it?”

He looks up at you as you giggle and spread your legs wider, bending down to kiss him.

“That all you miss? If a girl didn’t know better she think you’d only miss her for her body.” Your voice is a soft murmur against his lips as he inserts himself in you and you both gasp, his hands digging into your flesh. He doesn’t waste time as his cock slowly slots into you, both of you revering the way your walls flutter around his taut muscle as his lips moving to your neck. He only waits a second before he’s moving into you, his hips moving with skillful ease that draws a low moan from the raptors of your throat.

“No. I missed your smile. Missed your eyes. Missed your – fuck, goddamn,” he bites down on your collarbone and you yelp as his hands move down to your clit, digging your hands into his back.

“I don’t care right now. Just make me cum, fuck please make me cum.”

“Baby girl, that’s all I want to do.”

He pulls away far enough to watch you as he hitches your leg up higher and you scream, his name loud on your lips and he bends down to kiss you as his hips expertly shimmy in you, your first orgasm hitting you hard.

“You gotta be quiet sweetheart. Don’t want to get caught.”

His words are lost on your ears as you fall back on the shelf, toys and board games falling on you as he rams into you harder, his hands digging into your hips. You feel another orgasm building up, his hand never relenting from your clit and you kiss him deeper, dragging him closer.

“Come on Lance, cum for me. Show me how much I please that beautiful cock of yours.”

You knew he loved it when you talked dirty to him, the lascivious sentences that you would form and he shudders as his hips stutter into you, moaning your name as his seed spills in you. His head falls lazily into the crook of your neck and you both give a content sigh, your hands running slowly through his hair.

“Rompers make having sex way too complicated.” He finally lets out, drawing a laugh out of you as you press a soft kiss onto his forehead.

“Yea but that’s the fun of it. Knowing you have to work for it.”

He chuckles as he pulls out of you, his softening dick leaving a trace of his cum in its wake and he places a tinder kiss on each of your breast, nipping at the fatty tissue behind your push up bra before pulling away, helping you down from your spot on the shelves. The minor shift causes more toys to fall and you both give a chuckle as he bends down to pick up his pants.

“I know all of that. Saw you coming in through the living room dressed like a goddamn runaway model. Wedges and that romper that just made your ass,” he gives your ass a squeeze, causing you to yelp as he bends down to kiss you. “…do things to me. Why do you think I had to pull you into here the first minute I could?”

You smile up at him, before finding something to wipe the sticky cum from dripping down your leg further. You’re grateful for the IUD you had gotten before you had headed out to see Lance in L.A., knowing that he brought your reckless habits, fearing the consequences of something that monumental so early in your relationship. He fixes himself up quickly, before he takes you in as you finish wiping yourself before his hands find the bottom of your romper, starting to button up the thin fabric. You watch him as he tenderly does the task and he smirks as he states,

“By the way I miss this. Being able to be near you. To hear your laugh and voice and feel your skin and the way your heart beats and know that at any moment, I can pull you toward me and kiss you. Cause I don’t know how else to show you that I’ve missed you, that I care. That I love you….” He stops, frowning and looking down at you knowing he’s betrayed something you know he’d only normally write in your journal.

You always pulled out something sentimental and vulnerable in Lance. Ruth had always joked that outside of her, you were the one who saw the sensitive flashes that Lance only occasionally shared with the rest of the world. His eyes are threaded with worry and concern, helplessness flashing in them even in the dim light of the walk in closet and you take his face in your hands and give a soft smile,

“You don’t have to say it. I know. I know that you love me Lance. I love you too. And I can’t even begin to voice how much I’ve missed you.”

You bend up, pressing a soft kiss against his lips and he gives a content sigh, his hands resting on your waist, weaving past them to your ass to draw you closer.

“I’m not afraid to say that I love you Y/N. I’m afraid it’s going to push you away.”

You pull away and smirk, before nudging your nose against his.

“Gonna have to try harder than that.”

He smiles before he places a soft kiss on your lips and sighs,

“Can we tell Lily about us?”

You don’t mean for the frown to pop up on your face but it does. You knew this was headed down this path. He had poked at ever since you both had officially started dating. He’d keep secrets from the world but his sister? No way. You knew he was only holding out because he wanted to prove to you how much he valued your opinion.

“No.”

“Your mom?”

“No.”

“….not trying to push me away you say?” he throws you a skeptical look and you laugh as you shake as you shrug, biting your lip.

“I’m not afraid to tell them it’s just….Lily….I have to be the one you know. If it comes from you she’ll be pissed.  Then you can tell my mom – she’ll be thrilled.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs and nods, placing one last kiss on your neck before pulling away.

“You’ve ruined the game closet.”

“You’ve ruined the game closet.” You repeat as you open the door, jumping and screaming as you stare down at Jack and John who are looking up at you with large, curious eyes. Jack was 4, two years older than his younger brother and they both held toys as they looked at you expectantly. The scream takes Lance off guard, and he immediately pulls you back toward him as he tries to get in front of you, before taking in his nephews. He looks back at you and you sigh as you step out, a large smile on your face.

“What are you doing in Grandma Ruth’s game closet?” Jack finally asks and you turn to Lance who is watching you in amusement.

“We were looking for a game and then your uncle Lance was showing me a new game to play.”

Lance chokes on his laughter and Jack looks from you to him skeptically.

“What game?”

You turn, your eyes looking at Lance who shakes his head.

“Hide and go seek.” He finally says and Jack rolls his eyes.

“That’s not a new game auntie Y/N.”

“For your uncle Lance it is.” You smile at him, before leaning down and picking him up, giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“Let’s go find your mommy!” you tease and he giggles as he squirms in your arms, John not too far away. Lance watches you before looking behind him at the closet. So many games and toys had fallen down and he knows it probably reeks of sex and he groans, closing the door as he makes his way back to the family room. He made a mental note to take care of the game closet first when cleaning rooms, knowing if anyone found the evidence from your lovemaking the gig was up for both of you.

“What the hell took you so long?”

Lily’s voice carries over the TV that is playing in the background as she looks up from the box of books she’s going through, her hair thrown up in a ponytail. She takes in your attire, the way your hair is a bit mused and she gives you a skeptical look as she repeats,

“What the hell took you so long? And where the hell is my brother?”

You could never get anything past Lily. She had always suspected that you still had a thing for Lance. Despite how many times you denied it she insisted that you were repressing feelings and now you felt that admitting your feelings, you would be giving into her prediction and now your pride was letting you fight the urge to tell her.

“I had to run to the bathroom, then went into the game room to grab some toys for your little men. And I don’t know where the hell your brother is.”

You shoot Jack a look and he looks at you shaking his head before he giggles and takes a spot in front of the TV. You hoped the little boy would forget anything he had seen or heard in the past fifteen minutes.

“Ah, perfect. Well change out of your cute little one piece and get ready to start the purge of Ruth Tucker.”

She gives a large sigh and you kneel in front of her and rub her back. Five months still felt too soon you knew. You had urged her to do this slowly, purging her family home, but Lily and Lance had decided that they would rent the place. The mortgage had been paid of years back and technically, it was still in their name and neither had the heart to sell it. Lance was debating moving back east and probably would eventually settle down in the place. So they would rent it out until either one of them were ready to move in.

“It’s going to be okay. And besides you got me here AND Lance. When was the last time Lance helped you clean anything?”

She shoots you a look and shrugs shaking,

“He’d say this morning. He ate all my waffles off my plate.”

You laugh and nod, before you get up and move toward Lily’s room.

“Gonna assume you left an extra set of clothes in your room and then we can get to it.”

“You’re amazing, you know that.” Lily yells and you giggle as you yell back,

“No you are!”

You change quickly, finding Lily as she sets you on the task of boxing up the kitchen and bathrooms. Easy stuff that was even easier to re-allocate. And while you’re knee deep in plates and soap, Lance is busy working with your mom boxing up the living room. He spends more time comforting her then actually packing, and its halfway through that she dismisses herself, saying she wasn’t ready for being immersed in her best friend.

Before you know it its seven, the eastern slowly waning into the horizon as you find your way into the kitchen where Lily is busy trying to figure out dinner. Lance is there, John on his laps and he doesn’t do a good enough job of giving you a once over. You had changed in shorts and a T-shirt but they were Lily’s shorts and despite being elastic since clung to your ass as the large fabric of the shirt you wore found every curve you were proud of or not. Lance loved the suppleness in you, loved that you were soft and hard and full of edges and kept taking deep breaths, trying not to keep his eyes trained on you as he strains to pay attention to his nephew. Biting his lip as he tried to keep up with the words John was saying. Lily’s looking through coupons on the counter and you take the moment to lean into the island, eyes challenging him back as you rake in his casual attire, a simple black t-shirt that hugged every bicep in his arms and jeans. You hadn’t the chance to really look at him earlier, so eager to jump his bones that you take a moment to appreciate the way he looked in the evening light. You liked it. Wondered if you could barter sex in exchange for him grabbing your night bag and doing so topless. Unable to wait for Lily and the boys to leave so you can ride him like no tomorrow. You know your eyes are drenched in your lust as he watches you, that fucking supple bottom lip hidden by how much he’s biting down on it before he pops it out and you fight back the loud moan that wants to escape as you rest your head in your hands, shaking your head in contentment.

You both were so achingly in love even you were disgusted.

“Uncle Lance – listen!” John’s voice snaps him from his gaze, and his eyes revert back to the toy the little boy was showing him and you clear your throat, rolling your eyes to meet Lily’s gaze.

“What!?” you ask and she shakes her head, shutting the island drawer before she says,

“John, go watch a movie with your brother in the living room.”

The little boy doesn’t need to be told twice as he jumps off of his uncle’s lap, eagerly running into the living room and the three of you are left alone. Lily falls back, eyes flickering to the both of you before she chuckles, shaking her head and walking to the fridge. She grabs three beers, popping one for herself before she asks,

“You guys gonna continue to bullshit me or are we going to pretend like I’m an adult and not the naïve 14 year old who doesn’t know when my brother gives my best friend fuck me eyes.”

Lance snickers as he sits up from his chair, walking to grab the two beers before he stands near you, opening yours before sliding it over. You don’t pull away as he leans close to you, knowing that really this was in your court. And whether he liked it or not, he’d act accordingly. You can’t say it though, not to Lily. This would trump everything because it would prove that she was always right. Your pride refuses to take a hit like that.

Lily snorts as she takes another swig.

“Silent treatment huh? Well how about this – Jack told me about your little game of ‘hide and go seek’ this afternoon,” your head shoots to her and she gives you knowing eyes as your eyes flicker to Lance who is raising his hands. “Uh huh. And then I went into the game closet, just to make sure that my son wasn’t making this all up and damn if it didn’t look like a fresh fuck me zone. You guys NEVER cleaned up after yourself when you fucked in that closet. Would drive mom insane. Now I know why – it’s a lot of fucking cleaning.”

“I thought you cleaned the closet!” you incredulously whine, looking at Lance and he puts his hands up defensively.

“I thought that you had cleaned the closet!” he rebuts.

“I cleaned the closet. And then allowed you both to swim in this lie until you fessed up to it.” Lily says pointedly and you moan as you place your hands in your hands, shaking your head.

“Don’t say it Lily.”

“Don’t say what?” Lance asks and Lily snickers.

“Know why she didn’t tell me – because I had pretty much suspected two weeks after the funeral. Lance was suddenly your friend on Instagram and leaving cute comments on your photos and shit. My brother doesn’t do that to women he respects, let alone likes but he’s always had a thing for you Y/N. You’re each other’s Achilles heel and I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!”

“Shut it Lily!”

“Knew that we’d get together?” Lance asks confused and Lily nods reverently.

“I told her that she loved you too way too much to be done, for good, with my dear brother Lance Tucker. And goddamn if it doesn’t’ feel good to be right because I’m usually always wrong when I challenge her but for once, for once I am right! And now she owes me an evening out to the country show of my choice OR she’s stuck with the boys for a week. And I have the luxury of being right.”

“…..you bet that you wouldn’t fall back in love with me?” Lance asks incredulously and yo moan into your hands, so annoyed for so many reason.

“I hate Tuckers. I hate you both sooooooo much.”

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around your body and drawing you close to him. 

“Well look at it this way. I’ll be around to help you nanny because you’d be dumb to commit yourself to the piss poor country music my sister will subjugate you too.”

You let out a low moan, before you pop your head up, looking him in the eye before asking him softly,

“Wait – why are you going to be around to help me nanny?”

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[thespiritboxx]

For Monday- what is your favorite fic youve written and why? If someone was new to your vlog, what story would you recommend to them as a starting point?

Oh my god, my first Positivity Sleepover ask 🥺 So, I have yet to write any fics on tumblr unfortunately. However, I do roleplay on another site. My favorite “fic” or drabble/prompt was titled “FEARless.” It featured an original character of mine, Reuben, who has to come to terms with the death of his mother who has recently passed. This results in him visiting the childhood home he hadn’t visited in well over ten yours. It was a very big breakthrough since I learned so much about my character and what his relationship was like with his mother.  OHH the second one is tricky since I haven’t written anything myself. However, I would happily recommend the following stories to help offer a starting point:

“Between a Rock and a Hard Place” by @brieannakeogh [ x ] - This was one of the first Lance Tucker series I read and I adored it. I spent a day or two reading chapter after chapter. It tackled fatphobia, body positivity, and self-esteem issues. The enemies to lovers trope is just *chefs kiss* superb. And the smut scenes? Good lord 🥵. HIGHLY RECOMMEND.  “The Fluffer” by @tilltheendwilliwrite [ x ] - Another first of mine, actually (I am very sentimental what can I say! It features pornstar!Bucky and a fluffer!reader. I am an absolute sucker for pornstar aus; add in a fluffer and you own my entire heart. The plus size representation is beautifully written and the smut itself is sexy as well as fun. I highly recommend this to Bucky fans.  “Coming Home to You” & “Coming Home to You Pt. 2″ by @angrythingstarlight [ x & x ] - I would argue that Star has some of the best Bucky fics on the site and I will fight anyone that suggests otherwise. It took me a few days to recover after I read both of these fics and to be quite honest, I am still recovering. Features beefy biker bucky, public sex, exhibitionism, and getting caught. Highly recommend.  “Lemme Deep Clean your Hard Drive, girl…“ by @drabblewithfrannybarnes [ x ]  - This is a recent fic I read and it has quickly become my favorite fic. It features a computer nerd!Bucky flirting with and getting together with reader. If you are going to read anything, I suggest this one. Bucky is absolutely hilarious in this fic. I was cackling on more than one occasion, when I wasn’t blushing or drooling over. I adore this writer and I would suggest everyone read their work. I could make an entire post on fics I recommend. But this would be a start.  

[hellomissmabel]

The whole package

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lane Tucker x plus size!reader

Warnings: There’s partial nudity but it’s not gonna hurt you. For a Lance Tucker fic, this is surprisingly safe.

Word count: 1.789

Summary: One more tournament and Lance is ready to settle down and quit professional gymnastics. He loves Y/N and has been thinking about their future for a while now. But Lance isn’t very good at planning and one lazy Saturday morning, when he’s chilling in bed with his girl, he makes an impromptu decision.

A/N: I’ve posted a masterlist with all upcoming plus size!reader fics. I keep getting new ideas, so this masterlist will be updated as the ideas come and go. There will always be an announcement post. If you want on the tag list, please comment on the announcement post of send me an ask!

This is the sequel to Good at worshipping (Lance Tucker x plus size!reader)

Inspired by this post by @thatawkwardtinyperson and by a conversation I had earlier with @winterboobaer. This one’s for you, @hollycornish!

All plus size fics can be found here

It’s been a couple weeks since Lance left professional gymnastics behind him. It was a tough decision given he’s the self-proclaimed “God of gymnastics” and Lance was adamant you’d accompany him on his final tournament. Unfortunately the germs got to you first so you couldn’t attend, but Lance made sure you wouldn’t miss a minute of it. It started as he was getting ready in his dressing room and a cheeky thought popped into his mind. He instantly grabbed his phone, walking over to the bathroom mirror. With great concentration, he took a selfie of his divinely sculpted body, adding a little message for you before pressing send.

You looked down at your beeping phone with great excitement. Only as soon as you opened his new text message, your face fell in frustration. Lance, every the asshole, had written a complimentary “Are you horny yet?” to go with the picture of his muscled torso.

With his phone in hand, he live streamed himself and the entire games up until the point it was his moment to shine and he passed on the phone to one of his crew members. He won his last gold that day and announced to the world that he was retiring. When the reporters asked for a reason why, he made quick work of his reply.

“Because I’m in love,” Lance commented and you’re pretty sure that same day the whole world forgave Lance for his past mistakes.

It’s safe to say life’s been good to the both of you. Lance is now coaching promising young Americans to their own gold medal and you’re still drawing tattoo designs at Body Cult, only thanks to Lance’s winnings you were able to buy the place from Frankie. Your former boss got an interesting business proposal in Los Angeles and didn’t know what to do with the shop. He could’ve passed it on to his brother Archie, but Archie isn’t as artistic as you. So you came to an agreement and now you’re your own boss.

And being your own boss has its perks. It means you can take Saturday mornings off and sleep in with your boyfriend, Lance, who cancelled his morning practice for you. You’re on your stomach, leaning on your elbows, your mind warped into an imaginary world as you’re rereading your favourite book. You’re just wearing panties and no top, this September’s Indian summer in combination with Lance’s hot-blooded company providing you with enough warmth during the night.

His chest is lain across your legs, one arm lazily slung over your bum as he keeps himself busy on his phone with the other. He’s wearing his sunglasses indoors even though the curtains pretty much break all the light falling from the windows. But Lance is extra as fuck and doesn’t care how it makes him look.

“Baby?,” Lance asks you as he gently runs his palm over your ass cheeks.

“Yes, Lance?,” you hum softly, putting your book down and craning your body so your eyes lock with your boyfriend’s.

He gives your skin a slight pinch, showing the picture on his phone to you. “What do you think of this one?”

Rolling your eyes at Lance, you chuckle at the photograph of yet another tattoo. “Haven’t you got enough tattoos already?” You eye the full sleeve inked on his left arm and point towards the matching tattoos on his ribcage.

Lance sighs exasperatingly, scrolling on his phone with his eyebrows raised in concentration, slightly annoyed with you. You’re the tattoo artist, you’re supposed to endorse his tattoo endeavours. “Or this one?”

It’s not necessarily the design you don’t like, but more the fact that he’s looking up the work of other tattoo artists first without consulting you about it. You’re an artist and in the art business, whether it’s tattoos or paintings or lyrics, it’s not-done to copy another artist’s designs. So if your asshole wants a new tattoo, he should just come to you with his ideas. But you’re too shy to actually call him out on it.

So instead, you go with this. “It’s alright,” you reply dryly with a mild shrug.

“It’s alright?,” Lance heaves out with a light groan, taking off his sunglasses. “You call this alright?”

“Yep,” you reply casually, popping the ‘p’ just to push his buttons a little more.

“Baby,” Lance coos in a sultry tone, sensing you’re holding something back from him. “What’s going on with you?”

Playing with the delicate white lace of your underwear, he hooks his fingers underneath the fabric and pulls a little at it, grinning cockily at you. “I really want another tattoo, Y/N, and I want you to do the handiwork again,” he flirts with you. “I promise I’ll reward you plenty.”

Suddenly he releases the fabric of your underwear and it snaps against your skin, causing you to yelp softly and bat his hands away. To soothe the slight sting, he continues to caress your cheeks, massaging the plump flesh with the palms of his soft hands.

“I have no doubt about that,” you whisper seductively before your tone loses its sweet tenor and turns hard. “I’ll gladly give you another tattoo, but not that one or the other one before that.”

Lance gives you a puzzled look, pressing his lips to your bum. “Okay, then I’ll keep looking until I find one you like,” he concludes with a final nib to your skin, sucking a light mark on your ass before slapping it lightly to emphasise his words.

“No, Lance,” you finally snap at him even though you don’t want to get angry with him. “Don’t you get it?” You turn around and sit up, pushing him away when he tries to crawl up to you. “I don’t want to give you a tattoo that’s drawn by another artist.”

You pry his phone out of his hands and toss it on the pillows behind you, out of his reach. “Who did that sleeve for you?,” you ask with raised eyebrows as you gesture to his arm. “I drew every single twist and twirl. By. Hand.”

Lance instantly understands where you’re going with this and sits cross-legged in front of you, his knees touching yours and his hands reaching out to take yours in his. “I love every twist and every twirl you designed for me, baby.” He searches your eyes for forgiveness, squeezing your hands affectionately. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m an asshole, you know that. But I’m – “

“Yeah, yeah, you’re an asshole but you’re my asshole,” you interrupt him softly, casting your eyes downwards. “I’m sorry, too, Lance. I’m just –“

This time it’s Lance’s turn to interrupt you, releasing one of your hands to gently lift up your chin, guiding your eyes back to his. “You’re just very shy and very insecure. About your art, your body,… even sometimes about us.” You look into his eyes and push back some of his messy bedhead hair out of his eyes. “Well, you know what, baby? I’m insecure too.”

Snorting at his surprising confession, you bite your lower lip. “I’m serious, Y/N!,” he retorts with a playful chuckle.

“You know I don’t care about sizes and all that bullshit. You can have size X at Calvin Klein and size Y at Armani. And the word plus size is just a marketing technique, Y/N. I love your curves, I adore your love handles and your cellulite and you are just such a stunning woman. You get me rock hard with just one sway of those damn hips…”

His comment makes you laugh a little and you smile tenderly at your boyfriend. “You are an insanely talented artist and people come from very far to get their tattoos drawn by you. I’m the living proof of that!”

Dramatically, he gestures towards where the tattoo of his gold medal peaks out of his boxer briefs, then towards the matching tattoos he got with you on his ribcage and lastly he runs his hand down his left arm, his full tattoo sleeve.

“And yes, I’m insecure too. But do you know what I’m insecure about?”

You shake your head no and he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, or so you think. Instead his lips hover over yours and he leaves your hanging as he slants his lips across yours teasingly slow, whispering against them at a tantalising rhythm.

“I’m insecure about my body now I’m not competing professionally anymore. I’m worried that I might not stay in shape. But luckily I’ve got you to keep me fit.”

You chuckle warmly at his tongue-in-cheek remark and he squeezes your thigh, pecking your lips in a tender kiss. “I’m also very insecure about us, baby. Because, as you know, you’re too good person and I don’t deserve you.”

Another loving kiss in between words and he’s got your mind reeling. “But you’ve stuck with me for so long, I’m thinking you might actually really love me.”

“Of course I love you, Lance!,” you tell him straightaway, blurring all his insecurities by pressing your lips to his hard in a searing kiss. “I love you so much, so very much.”

“Then let’s make it official,” he mumbles to yours lips before engaging them in a second, passionate kiss. “I want a set of wedding rings tattooed on my body. I don’t care where, just as long as you do them.”

“Wedding rings?,” you squeak in sincere astonishment. “Wh- What – Are you – Are you proposing?”

“Do you want me to propose?,” he counteracts your jumbled statement with a classic, lopsided grin.

“Hell yes I want you to, Tucker,” you heave out in a sharp exhale, “It’s about time!”

He grins wickedly at you, softly laying you down onto the bed as he moves on top. “Then this is me proposing. I don’t have any rings yet, but I’ll make quick work of it. First thing Monday morning,” he promises as he ghosts his lips over your pulse point. “But that wedding ring tattoo…”

He stops his ministrations just as he reaches your sweet spot, that particular sensitive part of your neck that turns you into putty in his hands. “You’re taking me to the shop after breakfast and you’re drawing them.”

You lean your forehead to Lance’s, cupping his face in your hands. “O-Okay,” you croak out through the happy tears tingling your eyes. “You want me to do the tattoo as well?”

Lance wets his lips, holding his bottom lip captive between his teeth as he nods darkly. “Absolutely. The whole package.”

His fingertips dance over the swells of your breasts and down the valley of your belly button, breathing heavily against your lips. “So you’ll marry me?”

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