#lance tucker x reader

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot Single Mom » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Lance has a thing for single moms.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, female receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Lance watched as you sat down on the bar stool next to him, unable to take his eyes off of you. He knows you’re the mom of one of the teenage girls he coaches in gymnastics. You could feel his eyes on you. You turned your attention towards him to see him biting his bottom lip as he admired the way your sundress hugged your curves.

“You know…” You took a sip of your drink. “It’s rude to stare. Didn’t your parents tell you that?” You jokingly say.

“It’s not my fault you’re a smoke show.” Lance says flirtatiously.

You giggled and turned your body so you were facing him. Lance shamelessly glanced down at your cleavage and licked his lips.

“I’m Lance.” He introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I know who you are. You’re my daughter’s gymnastics coach.” You shook his hand. “I’m Lizzy’s mom, Y/N.” You tell him.

“You’re Lizzy’s mom?” Lance asks. “I would’ve guessed you’re her attractive older sister.” He flirts.

“I get that a lot.” You smiled. “I had her at a young age.” You say.

“So…” Lance leans forward. “Are you still with Lizzy’s dad?” He asks curiously.

“Nope.” You popped the P. “He broke up with me when he found out I was pregnant.” You tell him.

Lance nods, taking a sip of his drink and smirking to himself.

“You wanna come up to my room?” He asks, his voice husky.

“Buy me a drink first, Coach and I might let you have your way with me tonight.” You say seductively.

A few shots of tequila later, you two ended up in his hotel room. You two were heatedly making out as you guys bursted through the door. You two pulled away from each other’s lips breathlessly to take off your clothes. You kicked your shoes off and pushed the straps of your sundress off of your shoulders, pushing your sundress down your body and revealing your braless breasts to him. You took off your panties and playfully threw them at him. He caught them and shoved them in the pocket of his jeans. He took off his jacket, dropping it on the floor and kicked his shoes off. He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go, kicking them to the side. You couldn’t help but lick your lips when you seen his tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Lance kisses you hungrily as he picked you up and dropped you on the bed, hovering over you. He kissed all over your body, marking you up with hickeys in the process. He made his way down your body, spreading your legs and laid on his stomach in between them. He licked a strip on your pussy, catching you off guard. He did it again, earning a moan from you.

“Fuck, you taste incredible.” Lance says, practically moaning against your pussy.

His tongue licked from your entrance to your clit a few times before latching his lips onto your clit and ate you out like you’ve never been eaten out before. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure, loving the way his tongue feels against your pussy.

“Oh my god!” You moaned.

Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers tugging on his hair. Lance moans at the feeling, loving you tugging on his hair. His tongue did a flicking motion on your clit while his fingers found their way to your entrance. His fingertips circled your entrance, making your cunt clench around nothing. He slid two fingers in your pussy, moving them at a fast pace. His free hand snaked its way up your body to your breasts. His hand cupped one of your breasts and played with your nipple. A squeak moan left your lips when he pinched your nipple. He moved his hand to your other breast and repeated his actions, earning the same reaction from you.

A loud moan left your lips when he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, making you arch your back in pleasure. Lance smirked to himself, proud that he found your sweet spot with ease. He curled his fingers again, hitting your sweet spot again. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Your legs began shaking a little bit and threatened to close on his head. His free hand held one of your legs open so you didn’t try to close them. He quickened his movements with his tongue and fingers, making your orgasm build up faster. You knew you weren’t going to last longer with how fast his tongue and fingers were fucking you. Lance wanted you to cum fast so he can fuck you. He’s desperate to fuck you. You don’t blame him. You’re desperate for him to fuck you too.

“Lance, I’m- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You tell him, followed by a moan.

“Come for me, baby.” Lance says huskily.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back in pleasure as you came harder than ever, moaning his name loudly. You laid there panting while Lance took his fingers out of your pussy, licking your release off his fingers, moaning at your taste. He sat up, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you sloppily. You moaned against his lips when his hard cock bumped your clit. One of your hands wandered down in between the two of you, your fingers tracing his tattoo. Lance pulled away from your lips and looked down, watching your fingers trace his tattoo.

“You like my tattoo, babe?” He asks huskily.

“Mmm, yes I do, Coach.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip. “I wonder what it looks like while you’re fucking me.” You say seductively.

“You’re about to find out, baby girl.” He almost whispers.

You watched him line his cock at your entrance. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. When he was balls deep inside of you, he spread your legs wider. Lance pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip in your pussy and thrusted back inside of you with a hard thrust. A loud gasp left your lips. You looked down at where the two of you are connected, watching him thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. Your eyes wandered to his tattoo. You couldn’t help but stare at it as he fucked you.

“So hot.” You say, referring to his tattoo.

Lance chuckles huskily. He leaned over you so he was hovering over you, putting his hand on the bed frame and sped up his thrusts. You bit your bottom lip to muffle your moans to avoid a noise complaint.

“Don’t do that.” Lance’s thumb rubbed across your bottom lip. “Let me heard those pretty moans while I’m fucking you, baby.” He coos huskily.

Lance couldn’t care less about getting a noise complaint and frankly, you didn’t care about getting a noise complaint either. Your teeth released your bottom lip, strings of moans and his name left your lips. He smirks to himself, loving the sound of your moans and the way his name sounds when you moan it. It was like music to his ears.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to you if it’s even possible. Your hands found their way to his back, feeling his back muscles flex every time he thrusted into you. Your nails dug in his skin, creating red lines on his back. Lance hissed slightly at the feeling.

Lance leaned down and put his lips on yours, kissing you sloppily. You two moaned against each other’s lips. You threw your head back, pulling away from the kiss when his cock hit your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open, his name leaving your lips in a moan every time he hit that spot. His lips found their way to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin. A soft gasp left your lips when his teeth nipped on your skin, hard enough to mark you up.

“You know…” Lance starts. “I’ve been thinking about this moment since the day I laid my eyes on you.” He admits.

“Oh yea?” You moaned. “I’ve been thinking about it too, Coach.” You tell him.

You telling Lance you think about him made him want you more. His free hand made its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles while his other hand left the bed frame and occupied itself with your breasts. Your cunt squeezed around his cock when his fingers applied a little bit of pressure on your clit.

You looked down at his tattoo, getting entranced with it. Your hands left his back. One of your hands went down to his tattoo, your fingers tracing along the ink of it before placing your hand flat on his lower abdomen where his tattoo is just to touch it. Your free hand grasped onto his bicep for something to squeeze.

You looked in his eyes at the same time Lance looked in yours, yours and his eyes clouded with lust. His fingers rubbed faster on your clit to help your orgasm build up which was getting closer. He could tell by the way your cunt was squeezing around his cock. His orgasm was building up too, but he wanted you to cum first.

“Lance, I’m-” A moan left your lips and your head fell back against the pillow before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby.” Lance says huskily.

Lance watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as you came on his cock. His fingers gave your clit one last rub before he focused on his own orgasm which wasn’t too far from yours. His thrusts got sloppy for a moment, but he regained his rhythm. A loud curse word left his lips as he came inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before his thrusts came to a stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. You two laid in silence, trying to catch your breath before either of you said anything.

“I’m assuming you have a thing for single moms.” You say, turning your head towards him.

“What gave it away?” Lance asks with a small chuckle.

“The way you fucked me and made me cum twice.” You say, still blown away by the two orgasms he gave you.

“There’s more than where that came from if you’re up for it.” He says, licking his lips.

“I’m up for anything, Coach.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

“Let’s get to it then, baby.” He says, pulling you on top of him, making a small squeal of excitement leave your lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[sweetiebarnes]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

[sashaisready]

Feel The Burn - Masterlist (in progress)

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

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

Warnings for: Smut, angst

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Lonely Punches (Boxer!Lance Tucker)

Summary: Even after all of his winnings, the fame and the glory, Lance only wants a woman to love him for his true being.

Warnings: none? maybe swearing? but it's Lance Tucker ffs.

WC: 400ish

A/N: I've been relocating a lot of my older works from tumblr/GDocs. Didn't think i actually still had this saved lol.

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Punch after punch, Lance landed with ease at tow. He was virtually undefeated, winning tournaments and cash from all over the states. People cheered him on from all corners of the country. He could hardly peek out of his front door to grab the newspaper without a fan of his fainting.

He loved it, truly; the glitz and glamour, the glory of it all. He could have whatever he wanted in life. Hell, he practically had it all. The one thing he missed, however, the one thing he never seemed to be able to keep a firm grasp on, however, was a woman to love properly. 

Sure, the man had one-night stands and gave women from all over the place a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with him. Hell, he ever held auctions for a chance with him at least twice a year. But he knew he was lonely. 

There were times, such as after a win from a fight, that he would look into the crowd around him and wish beyond everything that he could see a beautiful woman running to him and being in love with him as a person and not for the fame and fortune that he held tightly.

“Stop your mopin���, old man.” Hope snapped him out of his thoughts as she slapped a palm on the bar's surface before her.

“Hope, you’ve known me for a long time, right?” Lance asked quietly, running a finger around the rim of the beer glass before him. At her nod, he leaned forward slightly. “Then why can’t I find a girl worthy enough of my time? One that doesn’t just want me for fame?”

“Ask yourself, Tucker.” She shrugged. “Maybe people are scared of your talent, and maybe they’re scared of a scandal.”

“Who could love a violent machine like me?” He frowned, mainly speaking to himself, though Hope heard him loud and clear.

“I have a friend that’s not from around here.” She announced. “She’s coming to visit me tomorrow morning. She’s staying for a while. Maybe I can talk to her about hanging out with you. She doesn’t watch boxing, so she doesn’t know much about you.”

“Much?” he asked, brow lifted.

“She’s also been lonely, and I told her some things about you. She seems interested. Try not to fuck it up.”

He chuckled despite the loneliness in the pit of his stomach. He knew he could trust Hope’s judgement in character, and he knew the girl would be good for him.

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[soelstress]

Going For The Gold

Pairing: Lance Tucker x female!reader

Summary: You show the God of Gymnastics what going the distance really means.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , oral sex (m & f receiving)

A/N 1 - This is my second submission for @mercurial-chuckles Smutber Fest. Thank you for extending the smut fest & apologies this is a few days late!

A/N 2 - Prompts - Once again I asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... and of course I was given five yet again so two stories it is 🙈 The prompts this time are mirror sex & marathon sex

A/N 3 - GIF from Hyperfixations Galore via Google Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

“Hey there gorgeous”. You prayed it was a mistake - that the greeting was not aimed at you. Or better yet, the annoyingly familiar voice did not belong to who you suspected. Surely fate was not that cruel. “I thought I recognised those pretty lips”.

Yep, fate was that cruel. A big patriotic mass plopped into the chair beside yours, ordering tequila. Subtly, you gave him a once over. Lance Tucker hadn’t changed in the year since you’d last met. Still proudly flaunting his Team USA coaching gear, his body appeared to be as toned as ever. For a moment, your gaze lingered on his face. For goodness sake couldn’t he have gotten wrinkles or something, anything to make him a little less appealing? Sonofabitch - he had eye crinkles, looking dignified as he flashed a smile at the bartender. Lusciously thick brown hair, twinkly blue eyes and pouty pink lips that were sinful with a sweet smile. Until he either smirked or opened his mouth... then you wanted to smack him. “Fuck me”. Shit, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Gladly. My room or yours?” Lance smirked, popping a toothpick into his mouth. Your hand twitched as his lips curled. “Seriously though. What brings you here?”

Leaning back, you took a sip of your drink and watched as he leaned toward you. “Here on business. I go where I’m needed”. He nodded, remembering that you never stayed in one place too long due to your job. “What about you? Last I’d heard you ditched Amherst and flew to sunny LA with Maggie to keep rolling in those gold medals but then your star pupil became your baby mama”.

Lance's smirk faded and he leaned back into his seat, reaching for one of his tequila shots. “The baby wasn’t mine”. He eyed the golden liquid before knocking it back. “She’d been seeing someone before we flew out to LA. She only screwed me to try and claim the kid was mine. Her guy wasn’t too happy about that and told me everything. I reported that she was pregnant, she got kicked off the team and I had to deal with the fallout”.

Your stomach swooped in sympathy. Lance was a Grade A prick and the cockiest asshole you’d ever met - called himself the God of Gymnastics, poached his rivals gold winning protégé and slept with said rival to sabotage her relationship - all in the name of revenge for her bronze medal overshadowing his silver and gold performances years prior. But no one deserved to be lied to like that, especially about a child he believed was his. “I’m sorry, Lance”. 

Lance chuckled mirthlessly, reaching for his second shot. “Bet Greggory will laugh her ass off when you tell her ‘Fucker Tucker’ got fucked himself”.

You shook your head. “I haven’t seen Hope since you two hooked up a year ago. My family were the ones who told me what you were up to these days”.

Lance cocked his head. “A year ago? Wait, that’s when we hooked up as well”. You nodded, not expanding further. Frowning, he turned to face you. “Hey, you’re not mad about that are you? We didn’t have an arrangement-“

Sighing heavily, you took a bigger swig of your drink before fully facing him. “No, I’m not mad that you hooked up with Hope the night after me”. You were telling the truth, you weren’t mad about that. Lance was right - the two of you had no relationship, that last hook up was your first time sleeping together. You had slept with him the first night, but work had prevented you meeting up the next night. You had been on your way to ask Lance if he wanted to hook up again on the third day, but instead you overheard him complaining that Hope had been a bad lay and gone on in vivid detail to describe what had happened between them the night prior which had sounded very similar to your night with him. Though apparently the increased number of positions Hope used hadn’t impressed Lance in the slightest. Shaking your head, you saw Lance had leaned closer and placed his hand over yours. “Seriously Lance, I’m not mad about it”.

Gently, Lance caught your chin and looked at you. Not knowing what he was looking for, you kept his gaze until the smirk teased his mouth again.  “Good. I’m glad”. His thumb brushed your lip, eyes darkening when it popped open. “So… back to my question… your room or mine?”

A big part of you knew this was a mistake. Though it was clear no strings attached was what Lance was offering, no good could come of it. But on the other hand, part of you wanted to see if it would be like your last hook up.

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It was. Exactly the same. Within seconds of entering his room, both of you were naked. You weren’t a gymnast let alone an athlete, barely managing to squeeze a basic fitness routine in your schedule but that didn’t matter to Lance. Just like before he was contorting into various positions, more focused on Olympic gymnastics rather than mattress gymnastics. He’d been at it for a while, changing positions every time you started to settle into a rhythm. Neither of you had cum yet. “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck” he groaned, now shifting to press you against the wall. “Fuckin… God of Gymnastics”. His thrusts began to speed up.

Something inside you snapped. There was no way you’d let him use the same routine with you now that he’d used on you AND Hope last year. And there was not a snowball's chance in Hell you were being left high and dry like before. You were going to make this God pray to you. Shifting, you moved so his cock slipped out when he pulled back. Lance moved on instinct, trying to sink back into you. He froze when your hand gripped his cock tightly. Panting heavily, his eyes never left yours as you began to stroke him. “Last time, we agreed on hot marathon sex. You’ve got stamina, Tucker”. His smirk vanished at your next words. “But you and I have very different opinions about marathon sex. You’re more focused on the positions than the pleasure. So now… I’m gonna coach you”.

You led him, literally by the balls, to the bathroom and started up the walk in shower. Once the water was warm you grabbed the body wash and began to work him over, petting and caressing every line, curve and hollow. A pleased sound escaped you when he reciprocated. He was trying to urge you along by focusing specifically on your breasts, but since he’d skipped the foreplay both times you decided a little retribution was in order. Your hands slid down and he grinned lazily as you slowly began to stroke his cock, giving him a soapy slippery handjob. Once the suds had been rinsed and you saw Lance was close to the edge, you gripped the base of him. His blue eyes burned with lust and confusion. You carefully sank to your knees. Licking your lips, you offered a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. Lance whined softly, hips jutting for more attention. Smiling, you placed wet kisses and licks up and down his shaft watching as the thick flesh seemed to follow your mouth, almost enchanting him like a snake charmer. Eyes locked with his, you slowly began to suck him into your mouth. “Oh fuck!” Lance threw his head back, one arm splaying on the wall to keep his balance while the other tangled into your hair. You slowly continued to suck him in, almost with your nose to the base when his grip tightened and he tried to tug. Your nails dug into his thick thighs and when his gaze landed on you he could see the warning flash in your eyes. His whines cut off when you resumed the tortuous pace, bringing him to the edge twice before stopping. “Fuck… gorgeous… please…” Lance moaned loudly, the noises echoing off the wall and giving you a high that you were making him react this way. Looking up, you gently pushed him back against the chilled wall at the same time you sucked firmly. “FUCK!” Lance cried out, gripping your hair tightly but not pulling as he came in your mouth. Swallowing his spend, you stood and walked out of the shower, grabbing a towel to briskly rub down. Dazedly, Lance followed your example. 

It took him a few seconds but he then moved, caging you against the wall of the shower. The cold was a sharp contrast to your heated body but it felt amazing when Lance pressed his body to yours. His fingers glided over your nipples, down your belly and to the heat between your legs. He teased your entrance before sliding one thick finger in, cursing softly. “So damn snug. God…” He hissed when he slipped in another finger. As he rubbed deep within you he felt your walls begin to tremble. “C’mon gorgeous. Give it to me”. With a moan you tipped into your orgasm, not noticing that Lance dropped to his knees and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. He stared at your dripping heat, licking his lips. “S’pretty” he murmured, tongue darting out when you clenched around nothing. “I can’t… I gotta” he mumbled before his tongue made a thick long stripe into your folds. “God… you’re liquid gold, gorgeous”. He dove back in with an enthusiasm that surprised you, sounds of satisfaction spilling from him. His nose nudged your clit as he eagerly lapped away. You whimpered when his tongue speared into you. Grabbing his hair you pulled him closer and cried out at his happy moan, the vibrations almost pushing you over the edge. Lance gave a few soft licks to your clit before suckling gently. A long whine echoed in the bathroom as you peaked again.

Looking down, you saw a tiny smirk grace Lance's glistening lips and the ache to take him down a peg resurfaced. Once he stood, you pressed up against him and kissed fiercely. Both of you moaned at the taste of the other’s juices. Jumping up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, one of his arms underneath to support you while the other pulled you tight against him. “Window” you murmured. His brows shot up to his hairline but he carried you through before carefully setting you down. Turning you pressed away from the glass, arching your back as Lance slowly thrust himself inside you. One hand held you close while the other roamed your body - squeezed your boobs, brushed your clit. A few more circuits had you nearly seeing stars and Lance was also heaven bound before you pulled him tight against you to stop him moving. 

”No! Please gorgeous… ” he pleaded, desperately trying to somehow find that delicious friction. “No… beautiful… please baby”.

“Look, Tucker. Look at yourself”. Glancing up, Lance saw himself in the window reflection. His blue eyes glistened with tears at being denied, his face flushed with desire and his lips swollen from being nibbled and kissed. He whined, wanting so desperately to find his release. “You wanna cum?” 

”Yes. Please gorgeous… baby. Please” he whispered.

”Show me what you got”. 

Bracing his hand against the glass, Lance encouraged you to arch your back more and began to thrust slowly and deeply within you. Feeling his heavy balls start to tighten, he sped up slightly. “No… c’mon gorgeous… need to feel you… please… please baby”. Desperately he sucked at your neck at the same time he tweaked your nipple. Your walls began to quake and his cock jerked within you. Lance whined. “Fuck… feels so good. You feel so good…”

As he continued to thrust, you noticed that his whines were growing higher. Mind whirring, you encouraged him to gently pull out. His movements halted and you glanced down to see his cock was still hard. “Feel good, baby?” Almost shyly, he nodded. “Think you can do one more?” Head cocked, Lance looked adorably innocent for a moment. He nodded again. “Then lay down on the bed”.

Without hesitating Lance laid down, eyes sparkling as you followed. Carefully, you sat on top of him and slowly guided his length into you. You moaned loudly but still heard his whine. “Shit… s’too much baby… I can’t…” 

”Yeah you can”. You gently ran your hands all over his body, kissing and sucking his neck, jaw and lips. “C’mon… c’mon Coach”. At your soft coo, Lance began to buck up into you, hands gripping your waist tightly and keeping you attached to him. “Yes… oh God… Lance!” You cried out as stars exploded in front of you.

Lance silently screamed as you milked him again, the pleasure almost painful. Once both your highs had ended, he held you close. Chest heaving, he saw you tracing figures on his skin. “So… how’d I do in marathon sex Coach?” he murmured.

”Silver”. Shocked, his eyes darted to you. “Your initial efforts were half assed at best though your performance did improve”. Lance's lip trembled. “But then again you know practice makes perfect…”. As you smirked, you felt a gentle nudge against your inner thigh. “Ready to go for gold?”

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 20

Overstimulation

Lance Tucker x F!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, CNC (you say "no" to cumming but dont mean it), use of toys (vibe, f recieving), vaginal fingering, being tied to the bed (restraints), forced orgasm, multiple orgasm, overstimulation, squirting, crying/dacryphilia, begging, pet names (baby, princess, good girl), p-in-v, dumbification if you squint, mentions of a safe word (you have one but don't use it), BDSM (for the restraints)

Not Beta'd and that's a warning! As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied or translated. And it goes without saying MDNI

Summary: Being tied down always has it's perks...

Word Count: 693 words

A/N: Hello! Sorry I have been working on two big installments for @/steviebbboi 's challenge. I have a busy few weeks so bare with me folks! - Love, Grem x

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Your begging falls on deaf ears and you strain against your restraints, cumming for the third time over Lance's fingers with a strangled cry. Your clit was swollen, oversensitive and soaked, much to Lance's amusement.

"You're making a mess of my sheets, baby." He taunts, removing his three fingers from you slowly, watching your pussy clench and quiver around them. "We haven't even got started yet."

He always enjoyed toying with you like this, having you strung out and begging, taking his sweet time with you until you were utterly broken. His fingers ran the length of your slit, brushing against your clit lightly, and your whole body shudders.

"You gave me five last time we did this." He reaches over you to the bedside table pulling out a rabbit vibe. "I want six tonight."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. He was pulling out the vibe earlier than last time which meant one thing; he was going to take you through another setting and-or speed. There were twelve speeds and twelve settings, of which you hadn't managed past setting two and speed four. Setting two was focused vibrations on the tip of the vibe, rather than the whole thing like setting one, something Lance loved to take advantage of when you were like this.

The vibrator buzzed to life and you tensed, sucking in a sharp breath as Lance spread your folds open to hold the vibe against your swollen clit. It was only on speed one for a millisecond, before it hit speed two, making your body jerk violently in response. Your fourth orgasm was sudden, crashing over you and making you cry Lance's name repeatedly between gasps. Your legs kicked at nothing as your eyes met Lance's as he smirked down at you, pressing the button to up the speed of the vibe.

That made you scream. The vibrations wracking your body sending tears to sting at your eyes, your mind reeling in a blissful haze. Your prolonged orgasm is interrupted by another when you feel Lance's cold spit against your hot folds, the vibe gathering it back to your clit, speed one mode higher yet again. This time your orgasm is voiceless; your vision goes white and you claw at the sheets desperately as your back arches off the bed.

"Thaaaaat's it." Lance growls, watching your body spasm as you squirt over the sheets. "Atta girl."

The wet sheets are warm and stick to your sweat covered body as you writhe away from Lance, tears streaming down your cheeks as you choke back a sob of pleasure.

"Lance please," you beg. "No more. I can't take it."

"You can." Lance says softly and then, a little firmer, "You will."

The vibrations increase once more and you scream at Lance, kicking your legs wildly. Blinding pleasure is all you feel, your body wrung out.

"No no no, Lance please." You sob, feeling lightheaded. Beads of sweat trail down your face and you suck a harsh breath, gripping at the sheets as your breathing catches at higher and higher pitches.

"But you look so pretty like this, baby." Lance murmurs. "Can't wait to stuff you full of my cock."

Your pussy spasms around nothing at his words and your groan out, almost as if you were in pain. You know your safe word but refuse to use it, not when chasing the high of all highs.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs finally giving way and spasming as you cum. You fingers splay over the sheets in ecstasy as you soak Lance and your toy yet again. Breathing heavily and utterly boneless as you come down from your high, you cast your eyes to Lance whose grinning victoriously as he unties your restraints.

He places but one chaste kiss to your forehead and you can't even move, except for a jerk when you feel the tip of his cock tap your abused clit.

"Well done, princess." He purrs, watching your eyes roll as he slides into your soaked cunt with ease. "I knew you could do it for me. Now, be a good girl and let me fuck you stupid."

[sosa2imagines]

The Dysfunctional Five!

Hey my lovelies. I know I haven't posted much lately. But I have come up with a schedule, to work on requests and stories I'm working upon.

Anyway I have come up with a new fic as the title says "The Dysfunctional Five!" It is about reader living with her best friends since high school- Ransom Drysdale, Max Burnett, Mickey Henry and Lance Tucker. The boys are protective about you and Mickey is the baby of the group just like Joey in FRIENDS.

They all live together in Ransom's huge house. This fic will be like FRIENDS, HIMYM, Scooby Doo gang etc, but the group will have their own adventure.

This story will be purely fluff, more like fun adventures between the group. No romantic interest as of now, because for now I'm keeping it pure friendship.

You all can send in suggestion on what you want the group to do. Inbox will always be open.

I'll post this fic- one shot every Saturday or Sunday.

For any queries/questions, please feel free to ask me.

[sebastiansluts]

boyfriend!coach!lance tucker with bratty!reader, she keeps mouthing off at him during practice and he teaches her a lesson in the locker room, fucking her until she can’t speak then pissing on her face and reminding her who she belongs to, and who she listens to. aftercare after where he cleans her up and coddles her.

hope this is okay 😭 completely understand if not!!

This is definitely okay!!! I hope what I wrote is okay!

Lance Tucker x Reader; everyone is above age, reader is 20s ish, coach/student relationship, dub-con, rough sex, degradation, extended orgasm, piss kink- pissing on face, aftercare

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“I swear to God, you mouth off one more time…” Coach Tucker threatened and you laughed right in his face, then turned and ran off, doing a cartwheel over to the balance beam. You hopped up, doing some simple moves, grinning at the junior coaches who were staring at you, before leaping off straight into Coach Tucker. 

“Ow! Coach,” you whined, rubbing your ass where it hurt from landing on it. You could hear the other coaches murmuring and you knew you were in trouble when you saw his eyes on you- dark and angry. “If you hadn’t been standing there I would’ve been fine!” you pouted, crossing your legs as you sat on the ground, staring up at Coach Tucker who had stood up and was glaring down at you. 

“Get. Up.” Coach Tucker said slowly, breathing heavily, and you grinned, recognizing that look. 

“Make me,” you replied, sliding your hands into your lap, framing your crotch. Coach Tucker’s eyes darkened further and he looked up at the rest of the room. 

“Practice is over, everyone go home. Except for her, I’ll be waiting with her for her mother, to talk about her behavior,” he informed everyone, glaring back down at you, and you just straightened your ponytail, grinning up at him as the junior coaches gathered their things. You pushed yourself to your feet, walking to the locker room to change, pleased with yourself for getting out of practice an hour early, and for riling Coach Tucker up. 

You had just changed out of your leotard, throwing it in your bag along with your sports bra and underwear, letting your hair down from your ponytail as you turned to walk towards the showers. Before you could, you were slammed up against the wall, albeit rather gently, but still hard enough to make you gasp. 

Coach Tucker’s bright blue eyes were full of anger and disapproval, all of it directed at you. You could feel your heart beating faster as he yanked you away from the wall and pushed you down onto the bench, making you straddle it.

“You fucking brat, you just couldn’t fucking wait for practice to end could you?” Coach Tucker asked, pushing you down so your torso was on the bench, kicking your feet apart and forcing your hips up, yanking you backwards until you had to wrap your arms around the bench to hang on. 

“You’re such a pathetic slut, desperate for your Coach’s cock, huh? That all you were thinking about when you decided to mouth off to me? Thinking about this?” Coach Tucker punctuated his question with a slap of his dick to your bare pussy, before pushing in, making you yelp. “Oh, don’t gimme that, you can take it.”

By the time he bottomed out, you were breathless, body heaving in his hands. “That’s it, that’s a good slut, take it all, just like you were made to do. Perfect fucking pussy, just like that, nice and tight.”

“Then fuck me, Lance,” you whined, and he slapped your ass hard. You shouted, and he fisted your hair, pulling your head back until his lips were at your ear.

“Never tell your Coach what to do,” he warned, then dropped your head and gripped your hips. Lance pulled his dick out all the way then slammed it back in your cunt, making you scream. His dick stretched you out, filling you so completely, you were in tears immediately, begging him to slow down, overwhelmed with feeling. 

“Coach please, it's too much! I’m gonna come!” You cried, his dick hammering your spot, making you see stars. 

“Don’t you fucking dare. Brats don’t get to come before their coaches,” Lance spat harshly, fucking you harder, nearly lifting you off the floor as he lifted your hips up higher. You squealed, unable to hold back, and you came, dripping down your thighs onto the floor. 

Lance didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you mercilessly through your orgasm until it hurt, until you were coming dry. Only then did he finally pull out, coming in hot stripes across your back and ass, your sobbing cries drowned out by his moan of satisfaction. He let go of your shaking hips, your legs folding immediately, you kneeling on the locker room floor, trembling and crying as you looked up at Lance. 

“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured, and aimed his spent dick at your face. You closed your eyes, tears flowing relentlessly anyways, and felt his piss land on your cheeks, then your lips, your tits, before going back to your face, spraying you completely. It finally trickled down to nothing and Lance stood there for a moment while you cried. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his steely blue eyes.

"I am who you listen to, I am the one in charge. You belong to me, baby."

Then he was moving, stripping his clothes, going into the showers and turning them on, before coming back and bending down to gather you in his arms. He picked you up easily, carrying you into the running water, and helping to hold you upright as the water began washing away his fluids. 

“Come on baby, easy now, don’t fall asleep on me, I still gotta get you clean,” Lance murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrinkling his nose at the smell of his piss in your hair. “Alright now, that’s my girl, let’s get that soap nice and sudsy, make you feel all better, princess.”

You swayed where you stood, falling into Lance’s arms more, as he did his best to wash you up while holding most of your weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest when he turned off the water, lifting you up and putting your legs around his waist. He carried you that way, like a child, back into the locker room, where he sat down on a towel on the bench, using another towel to start drying you off. 

"There we go, my girl's all clean now, such a pretty little thing you are," Lance cooed, stroking your cheeks. You smiled dopily, your body sagging, only held up by his hold on you. “My sweet princess, let’s get finished up here and get you some food, huh? Whatever you want baby, just this once.”

You were floating, but you nodded anyways, leaning forwards and nuzzling into your boyfriend’s neck, mouthing at the skin and sucking light marks into it. “Thanks Coach,” you murmured, and Lance kissed the side of your head, wrapping his arms around your bare back, hugging you to him. 

“Anytime princess. You know I’ll take care of you, however I want.”

[likeahorribledream]

I know I keep saying I’m going to write, and then I don’t, but inspiration keeps leaving me every time I open a new doc to write.

Right now, I’m feeling like writing something angsty so if you have any requests please send them to me!

Just please mention if you want the story to have a happy ending, no happy ending, or dealer’s choice and which character you want it to be about!

Thank you my loves 😘

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Stretching you (out) pt 2

Here’s pt 1

A/N: I realised I never posted the second part even though I had it in my drafts since December 🤣 i really hope you’ll like it!! Let me know!

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: stretching, fingering, fingering/rubbing through clothes, spit as lube, squirting, anal play, anal fingering, anal sex, rough anal sex, dp, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, anal cream pie, cum eating, rimming? it literally just porn without plot

You were nervously entering the gym once again.

Would it happen again? You had no idea if it was a one time thing, but just in case…you left the panties out, purposely wearing your tightest, white leggings, knowing they were see through.

You could already feel how wet you were, alone the thought of Lance being the cause for this.

You could already feel how wet you were, alone the thought of Lance being the cause for this.

The thought about what he could do to you today made your pussy clench around nothing.

Lance had promised you a great session, when you two met for dinner after the first training. But he didn’t mention what had happened between you two-and it made you crazy. The whole time you had pressed your legs together, to get some friction.

Only later did you realize he enjoyed watching you squirm like that. “Something on your mind?” He mocked you teasingly.

“Hello, you’re finally here,” said the gymnast, coming closer to you and grabbing your ass, when you were close enough. Both of his hands landed on your flesh, kneading hard enough to make you whimper. “Hi,” you gasped quietly.

Lance let go of you, a smirk on his lips.

God that smirk made your pulse quicken. And your cunt clench around nothing.

At first he just told you to stretch your legs like you’d usually do-only did he also want you to turn around, so he could observe you(r ass). After a while he started doing his own stretching, coming closer to you and putting his hands on your ass, rubbing your flesh.

“White leggings and no panties, hm? I can already see you’re wet, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing his fingers right into your pussy, through the material of your clothes, making you moan quietly. “Knew you’d like it,” you mumbled, feeling him rub your folds and clit, till you could hear the wet squelch even through the material. It was embarrassing how wet you got so quickly.

He watched the material soak with your juices and showed him the outline of your pussy. If he could, he’d probably taken a picture.

But it’d be much better if he could see your naked pussy, without the material. Grabbing the leggings, he ripped them open, moaning when his gaze fell on your throbbing cunt. “So hungry for my cock, huh,” he grinned, already thrusting two of his fingers, working them in and out.

At this point you were a moaning, shaking mess, still trying to hold the position of bending down and touching your toes. You felt him press you down with his free hand, pressing his palm down on your back. “Come on baby, I know you can give me an even better arch…yeah, that’s it, maybe I’ll give you the gold later.” You whined at that. Fuck, you wanted his gold so bad. But your thighs burned so bad from the stretch of your muscles. “Lance it stings, I can’t-” “Oh you can sweetheart. The burn is something good. Trust me.” He grinned, still pumping his fingers into you. “Show me some effort.”

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling him rub your clit with his thumb and pressing two fingers into your throbbing cunt. “Oh god Lance-fuck-I’m gonna-I-“

Before you could finish your sentence, your juices squirted out around his fingers for the first time, making your knees buckle. If Lance hadn’t put his arm quickly around you, you’d probably fall. “So hot, baby. Squirting all over me. Look what a mess you made,” he mumbled.

You whined loudly when more squirted out with every flick of his thumb and he pulled his fingers out, watching your pussy clench around nothing.

“You still wanna more, hm, sweetheart? Can’t get enough of me?” He grinned, freeing his cock and pushing inside, with one quick thrust, while his hips started to snap hard and fast. You cried out in pleasure, feeling him once again starting to rub your sensitive bud. “Lance!” You moaned loudly.

He bit his bottom lip, watching his cock disappear in your sloppy cunt, squelching with every thrust.

“That’s not how I had our session planned, but don’t worry. I’ll still stretch you everywhere. Just like you deserve.” With that he stopped moving, still buried deep in you. You could feel him spit right on your puckered hole, making you clench around him even harder.

Oh god.

Lance rubbed one of his wet fingers around your tightest hole, pressing into you, feeling the tight muscle contract to let him in, making you whimper. “Lance-” “So tight. You need some good stretching, sweetheart, this won’t be an easy fit, definitely gonna sting a bit, but I know you like it, don’t ya?”

He moved his finger in and out of you, while the movement of his hips picked up a brutal speed. With the other hand he slid to your clit, rubbing it till you came on his cock, squeezing your tight walls around him. Your ass squeezed around his fingers too, making him want to fuck you even more. “Such a good girl for me,” he grinned, leaning down again and spitting once again on your tightest hole, inserting his second finger in.

Then he pulled out, grabbing you by the hair and pulling against his chest. His lips caressed along your neck. “You’re such a good girl. You deserve the gold to stretch you out.”

He walked with you to the gymnastics equipment, stopping at one of the vault tables, not saying anything, just grabbing your leg and putting it over it. You whined slightly, feeling your leg so high-and shortly after the tip of his dick at your tightest hole, slowly sliding in. “So fucking tight.” Then he thrusts forwards, his big thick dick disappearing inch by inch in you.

A whimper escaped your throat, when his thick length pressed into you. “Swallowing me right up,” he sighed, bottoming out.

The sting of your tight, not much prepared muscle made you cry out. The stretch felt so good…so much. But you craved more. You wanted everything he wanted to give you. Lance bottomed out quickly and you’ve never felt so full before. Your tights walls struggled around him, stretching open slowly and adjusting to him.

Lance smirked, pounding mercilessly into your tight hole, moaning your name. He grabbed your hips tightly, probably hard enough to leave bruises.

When he let his hand glide to your pussy, inserting two thick fingers in your hole and curling them into your spot, you felt a sudden orgasm rush over you, making your juices once again squirt out of your abused hole.

“Squeezing me so tight, fuck. How many can you give me, hm? How many times can you squirt?” He growled. You didn’t trust your voice to say anything, you could only whimper pathetically, especially when his thumb circled around your bud. Everything was so much.

He curled and thrusted his fingers into you, till you gave him two more, while still fucking you roughly. Your body was like a putty in his hands, completely at his mercy. Lance laughed, watching your limb body hold onto the table, while your legs shook.

Lance moaned loudly, shooting his load deep into your abused ass, coating your walls with his seed.

He stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying your tight walls squeezing and milking him.

His cum made your feel even fuller, making you whine a pathetic sound.

After pulling slowly out of you, he watched his cum leak out of your gaping hole and drip to your cunt and even add to the mess on the floor.

Lance hummed quietly, pushing your leg even higher, to spread your ass even further, leaning down to lick a strip from your pulsing cunt to your cum filled ass. He repeated this, every time you clenched and more cum dripped out of you.

After you had nothing more to give, he pulled you by your hair back against his chest, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste his and also your own release on his tongue, trying to lick into his mouth.

Lance chuckled, slowly pulling your leg down, helping you stand on your wobbly legs.

“You did such a good job, baby. Perfectly stretched…we definitely need to do it regularly, so your body gets used to it,” he whispered cockily, but you couldn’t care less how much it pushed his ego.

“Yes, please,” you nodded, burying your face into his solid chest.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Female Reader

Summary: Lance finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mention of sex (18+), pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Lance wouldn’t believe you at first till you show him the positive pregnancy test.

The first words out of his mouth would be “Are you sure it’s mine?”.

You and him would get in an argument about it at first and you say “It takes two people to make a baby, Lance!”

He would eventually come around to the idea of having a baby with you.

Him nicknaming you Sexy Mama.

Hope being mean to you. Lance would immediately tell her off and make her apologize to you.

Lance telling you how much he loves you and the baby.

Lance being the horny fucker he is asks “Can we have sex while you’re pregnant?”

Him being weirded out with your pregnancy cravings, but goes with it.

Lance saying something dirty like “Do you think you’re still flexible while you’re pregnant?”

Him shamelessly staring at your breasts as they get bigger during your pregnancy.

Lance saying “That’s the gold inside of you.” with a smirk on his face and with his hand on your growing baby bump.

You stealing his clothes cause yours don’t fit you.

Lance giving you amazing massages.

Him trying his best to comfort you through your mood swings.

He would buy a parenting book on what to expect during pregnancy and after the baby is born.

People at the gym calling you “The god of gymnastics’s baby mama”.

Lance talking to the baby and tells him or her “I’m the god of gymnastics.”

You two don’t mind what the gender of the baby is just as long as the baby is healthy. Lance secretly wanting a girl.

He would be an overprotective dad after the baby is born.

Lance being the horny fucker he always is would want you all the time.

He had a hard time keeping his hands off of you before you got pregnant and now he would have an even harder time keeping his hands off of you.

Lance being speechless the first time he feels the baby kick.

His hand on your belly when you two are cuddling or sleeping.

He would be confused on how to build the crib, but he’d eventually get it.

Him wanting to design the nursery with gold metals.

Over all, he would be so happy and excited to have a baby with you.

[georgiapeach30513]

Another moodboard!

Lance Tucker, angst, biker au, truth serum friends to lovers, with a bondage kink

This one!! Lance would never be a biker, but you would.

Lance and you were inseparable, but when life go tough, you rebelled. Lance stayed the same and stayed great. You spiraled into trouble. All you wanted was him. He was all you needed. And when he gives you an intervention, and a secret potion, he learns all your secrets. Maybe leather isn’t so bad. You always did need someone to tame you.

[sashaisready]

Feel The Burn: Chapter 4

Lance Tucker x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader

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

Wordcount: Approx 2.4k

We're back! Hope you enjoy this one, it's really hotting up with Chris...As always reblogs and comments make my day, thanks for your support!

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A few days later you were whizzing around your apartment trying to clean up (why does the laundry pile never seem to get any smaller no matter how many loads you do?) when your phone vibrated.

Hey. It’s Chris. Just checking you didn’t give me a fake number…

You felt a wave of excitement run through you when you read the words, giggling aloud at his joke. You save the number in your phone and call it ‘Hot Chris’.

Who’s Chris? You fire back.

And then, feeling guilty, follow up almost immediately with:

Sorry. Bad joke. Yeah, it’s really me 😊

You see the little dots pop up that show he’s typing and stare intently at the screen, chewing your lip with anticipation.

Ha. Don’t do that to me, my little heart can’t take it.

You blush, your thumb hovering over the keypad as you do your best to summon your wittiest and most charming self.

Don’t tell me you’re a secret softie?

Nothing secret about it.

The giggles bubble up as you keep the exchange going. You feel like a schoolgirl, your feet practically kicking. You set up camp on the couch and the two of you continue the back and forth, talking about your day, how work was. Small talk doesn’t seem trivial with Chris, you find yourself genuinely interested in learning more about him.

You nearly leap out of your skin when your phone pulses in your hand, the words Hot Chris flashing up on the screen. Is he…calling you? Why is he calling you? Did he lean on his phone by mistake or something?

“H-hello?” you answer with caution, ready to laugh off the likely reveal that he’s somehow butt-dialled you.

“Hey,” comes the raspy yet soothing voice from the other end, “how’s it going?”

“Did…did you mean to call me?” you ask gingerly.

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh…it’s just we were texting; I didn’t know if you’d…”

“I did. I wanted to hear your voice,” he says casually. You realise that he has a habit of saying the boldest, most confident things you’ve ever heard like they’re nothing. You feel jealous of that self-assurance, it’s as if rejection simply isn’t something he factors in as a potential consequence. And if it is, so what? You couldn’t imagine moving through life with that kind of nonchalance.

“That’s sweet,” you shyly chirp back, your finger absent-mindedly trailing over the arm of the couch. “It’s nice to hear yours, too”.

“Well thanks,” he practically purrs, “look, I wondered if I could make good on my request. I really wanna take you out. There’s this cocktail bar uptown that looks nice, if you’re into that. You strike me as a ‘drink with an umbrella’ kinda girl…with your sweet tooth and all.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I guess I am. I like a bit of theatrics with my drink on occasion”.

“Good. I hear they do cocktails with dry ice and cotton candy and all sorts of crazy shit. More of a beer and whisky guy myself, but willing to give it a try, if you’re game?”

“Uh…sure, that sounds fun,” you grin widely, “when is good?”

“Friday night? Pick you up at 8?”

“Friday at 8 sounds perfect. I’ll text you my address”.

“Great, I look forward to it. See you then, angel”.

“Angel…?” you laugh good-naturedly.

“Yeah. Just trying it on for size. We can try out a few. Later, pookie…”

“Ooh. No, don’t like that one…” you grimace.

“Yeah, you’re right. How about…see you then, sugar?”.

“Better”.

“I’ll keep workshopping”.

“Alright, bye Chris…” you laugh.

“Bye bunny”.

You giggle again as you hang up, your face almost aching as you beam. It’s been a long time since you felt the rush of butterflies for someone the way you do now. You go back to your chores, smiling goofily yourself as you internally countdown to Friday.

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Friday arrives tortuously slowly. The days in-between are a slog of coffee grounds, fussy customers and cleaning spray. In the midst of it, Kat had invited you to the trivia night over at the Barrel & Horn next week, which you’d gladly accepted. Another thing to look forward to. You hadn’t seen much of her lately, although she’d been texting you to get all of the gossip on Chris.

The prospect of your date keeps you pushing through, you can deal with asshole customers and supply chain bullshit in order to enjoy a silly cocktail with the interesting new man in your life.

You never really did ‘dates’ with Lance, more late-night rendezvous or occasional bar hangs when you were both on the same nights out with Kat and Matt…always descending into stolen touches and whispered intentions, sneaking away early back to each other’s places (or on occasion, depending on how many drinks had been consumed, only getting as far as the bathroom). Sometimes he came by the café, but that was the extent of your interactions. You would’ve fallen off your chair in shock had he ever asked you out properly.

You did see him on a date once, at the tapas restaurant downtown. The nice one with the live music. Some time ago now. You were there with an old friend and spotted him across the room, snugly tucked into a booth with some gorgeous blonde who looked like she’d get a million likes for dancing on TikTok. He hadn’t noticed you, too enraptured by whatever she was telling him. Even with the distance you could see him turning on the old Tucker charm, making her giggle as he flashed her his pearly whites. You did your best to ignore the strange pang your felt in your gut, focusing your full attention on your friend as you traded old stories. Then the strangest thing happened when the check arrived, as your friend chatted with the server about her time in Spain you noticed the beautiful blonde get up and move across the restaurant, presumably to go to the bathroom. And then your phone buzzed.

You around later, Cupcake?

You looked over at him from across the restaurant, perplexed, expecting him to have seen you – sending you the text as some sort of taunt. But his eyes were down on his phone and his chin rested on his fist. If he’d noticed you, he made no effort to suggest it. Glancing back at your friend, who was too deep in her conversation to take offence to you sitting on your phone, you made the quick decision to reply.

Maybe. Why…where you at?

You snuck another look over at him, masking yourself with the drinks menu as you tried to blend in as much as you could. He might as well have been wearing a mask himself, his face gave nothing away.

Nowhere important. See you in about an hour?

And confusingly, he did. You’d split the bill once the Spain conversation died down, bid your friend farewell and taken off. As you left, you observed him and the blonde looking like they were on cloud nine. Lance had then arrived at your place almost twenty minutes after you’d got home. You didn’t bring up the restaurant or the date, it felt weird to do so. You didn’t want him to think you were spying, or that you cared about his dating life. If he got even a whiff of you seeming jealous you’d never live it down. The whole scenario had just brought you endless bewilderment, had he really blown off his date to come see you? Or had he just come over to you for a second helping after a quickie?

And why did he never take you out?

You’d never asked him. Maybe you were too afraid to hear the answer.

You finish up work early on Friday afternoon with Marina closing up the shop, hurrying back to your apartment to eat dinner and get ready. You feel the familiar flurry of butterflies as Chris texts you to check you’re still on for tonight, smiling goofily at your phone as you reply.

After a quick dinner you comb through everything in your wardrobe and eventually decide on a simple green dress, not too showy, but not too casual either. You take your time with your hair and make-up, doing it how you like it. You’re no beauty YouTuber, but you’ve learnt a little - or you try, at the very least.

You check the time, 7.55pm. Time had flown by as you got lost in mascara and powder. You rush around to slip your shoes on and grab your bag.

The doorbell chimes at exactly 8.00pm. Punctual, but you’d expect nothing less of him. You take a deep breath and open the door, finding him leaning against the frame. He grins as he admiringly looks you up and down.

“Evening, gorgeous”.

Eep.

He looks handsome, of course he does. His usual denim and leather replaced with a pair dark pants, a crisp white button-down shirt accentuates his broad shoulders. He’s wearing a woodsy cologne and it takes all of your willpower not to just lean over and bury your nose into his neck.

In short, he’s dangerously attractive. Living up to the Hot Chris moniker you gave him in your phone.

“Hey. You clean up nice,” you smile.

His nose scrunches adorably as he grins and takes your compliment, “you don’t look so bad yourself”.

He takes another lingering look at you as his eyes trace your form. You can’t help but feel exposed as he shamelessly gazes at you from head to toe, the weight of his desire slowly pulling you down…

…but you don’t hate it.

“Your place looks real nice…” he peers through the doorway into your apartment behind you. “Are you ready to go?” he asks as he extends his hand.

You nod, snapping out of your daze as you smile and take it. His hand is warm, his grip suggests he’s strong. He walks you out of your building and down to the street where a black dodge challenger is pulled up at the curb.

“Nice wheels”, you tell him.

“Thanks. Thought I’d give the bike a miss tonight, but maybe another time…this is my other baby.”

“She’s beautiful”.

“She sure is,” he responds, but he’s not looking at the car…

…he’s looking at you.

You feel your face flush as you instinctively lower your chin, embarrassed by his boldness. You’re not used to how open he is, how free he is with his words. You aren’t really used to anyone talking about you like that.

He opens the passenger seat door, and you slip in, grateful for the few seconds of respite to regain your composure. He appears in the driver’s seat a moment later, turning to you and smiling as he turns on the engine.

“You ready?”

Yes. Yes you are.

🏍️

The cocktail bar is buzzing with activity, the busy sounds of chatter and laughter mingling in the air as a steady hum of jazz rings through the speakers.

So far, you’ve had a cocktail garnished with sour gummies around the rim, and another with a chocolate teddy bear fused to the bottom of the glass with a salted caramel bonding. Chris tried one which had arrived in a cloud of dry ice (a lot of fuss for a drink, he had laughed) and another which was served, inexplicably, inside of a clamshell.

It was a lot of fun, the two of you had been enjoying how ostentatious each drink was when it was brought over to you. You’d both laughed as poor Chris tried to drink from the clam without pouring the entire thing over himself, revelling in each other’s company as you got to know each other better. You still felt quite nervous around him, but it was nice to chip away at some of his mystique.

“Thanks for coming,” he tells you as he sips from a showy old fashioned, “I’m having a great time”.

“Well, thanks for inviting me,” you reply shyly, “I’m having a great time, too”.

He places both hands on the table and leans over, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you look really beautiful, you know,” his eyes never leaving yours. “I mean you always are, but tonight…really, you are gorgeous”.

You feel yourself flush again, shifting uncomfortably in your chair as his stare disarms you. His attention is laser-focused, impossible to ignore. You seem to lose whatever little poise you have when he does this.

“Oh, stop…” you shrug.

He shakes his head. “No. Don’t do that,” he tells you sternly.

“Do what?” you look up at him bashfully.

“Brush off what I’m saying. You seem determined to wriggle out of any kind of praise or compliment. Please just take it, and believe I’m being sincere”, he chastises, “I told you. I will always be upfront with you. I don’t say things lightly. I get the impression you’re not used to hearing this kinda stuff, so you shrug it off and act like it’s no big deal. But I want you to believe what I tell you, really allow yourself to accept it. You’re this funny, beautiful woman who’s smart enough to run her own business and it’s about time you start believing that. Any guy would be lucky to be here with you tonight”.

You swallow, the tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes. You know he’s right, as hard as it is for you to admit. You’ve always had a hard time accepting compliments, your self-esteem not allowing you to give yourself the kindness you deserve. You once read a quote that said you’d never think such mean things about your friends, so why would you think them about yourself? That had always stuck with you, but it was easier said than done to overhaul your entire thought process.

The way Chris seems to be able to read you is scary, but maybe it’s what you need. Someone to call you out on your shit, especially when it’s shit towards yourself.

“T-thank-you, Chris,” you managed to stammer as you looked up at him with a weak smile. You clamped your mouth shut and physically shook off the urge to do what you normally did. But there were no protests, no brushing off, just acknowledgement.

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards in approval, “a good start”, he told you with a wink as he sipped his drink.

🏍️

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Breaking Point (mafia!lance Tucker)

Summary: Lance finally confesses his feelings

Warnings: Flangst

WC: 730ish

A/N: i miss this cocky sonofabitch on my dash and nobody's writin for him anymore. but i sure as fuck will.

Read on AO3!

You’ve been in Lance Tucker’s office for the past twenty minutes, waiting for him to actually address the mountain of paperwork in front of him. As usual, he’s lounging in his sleek, minimalistic chair, feet propped up on the desk, eyes glued to his phone as if the world outside his screen doesn’t exist.

He’s infuriating.

“Lance, are you even listening to me?” you ask, voice sharper than you intended. You hated that you were letting your frustration show, but after working for this man for the past three years, your patience was running thin.

Lance lifts his head briefly, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow. “I heard you. Meeting with the board at three. I’ve got it,” he says, nonchalantly flicking a hand through his hair, before returning his attention to his phone.

“No, you don’t got it.” You slam the folder you’ve been holding onto his desk. He looks at it, then at you, clearly surprised at your outburst. “You never care, Lance! You don’t care about the meeting, you don’t care about the company, and you sure as hell don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

There’s a silence that follows your words. His phone clicks shut, and for the first time in weeks, he actually looks at you. Really looks at you.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, voice much quieter now, but his expression has darkened.

“Oh, I do. You walk around here like you’re God’s gift to the world, and I’m sick of cleaning up your messes. I’m sick of covering for you when you skip meetings or when you’re too hungover to show up to press conferences. And what do you do in return? Nothing! You just keep living in your bubble while everyone else picks up the pieces. You don’t care about anyone but yourself, Lance.”

He rises from his chair, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve crossed some kind of line. The playful glint that usually shines in his eyes is gone, replaced by something harder, colder.

“You think I don’t care?” His voice is a dangerous whisper now as he walks around the desk, closing the distance between you. “I care more than you know. But this—this world? It doesn’t let you show weakness. Not if you want to survive. You have no idea what it’s like up here.” His hand sweeps around the office, as if it symbolizes the power and pressure weighing on him.

“I know exactly what it’s like,” you say, staring him down. “I’ve been here right next to you, trying to hold everything together while you pretend none of it matters.”

Lance clenches his jaw, his cool facade slipping. He moves closer, and you find yourself caught between the tension in the air and your own heartbeat.

“You think I don’t care about anyone but myself?” he repeats, his voice low, dangerous. “What if I told you that’s not true? What if the one person I care about is standing right in front of me?”

Your breath catches in your throat, but you shake your head, refusing to let his words distract you. “Don’t do that, Lance. Don’t try to make this about something else.”

But he’s not listening. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, his face inches from yours. “Maybe you’re right,” he murmurs. “Maybe I am selfish. But I’m not as heartless as you think.”

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, and before you can protest, his lips are on yours, hot and demanding. It’s everything you’ve secretly wanted but never allowed yourself to believe could happen. The frustration, the tension, the unspoken feelings—everything pours into that kiss, making it hard to think clearly.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “I’ve been pushing you away because I thought it would make things easier. But it hasn’t. I need you, more than I’ll ever admit.”

Your mind spins, unsure of what to say, how to feel. The man who never seemed to care about anyone is now confessing more than you thought possible. But can you trust him? After all the walls he’s built, after all the times he’s made you feel invisible?

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” you whisper.

His thumb traces your jawline, eyes intense as they meet yours. “Then let me prove it to you.”

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tags

EVERYTHING PERM: @nekoannie-chan @kjs-s @notyourtypicalrose @mistressofallthingsgeeky

also added him to my tags right here!

[jobean12-blog]

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

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

I cannot find it for the life of me lol

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

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

Good luck finding it! Hugs and love! ❤️

[littlelioncub43]

Oh damn, I was on to something here

Pussy drunk lance tucker😩

And just being all like "oh baby you're drooling all over yourself" and "does it feel good? Yeah?"

Oh, nonnie, you're speaking my language 😈

This guy has never been so pussy drunk in his life. He didn't know anything could make him feel so good that he would actually be drooling. He's had plenty of women ride him, but not like this. You were throwing yourself on his dick so perfectly, it was driving him mad.

He didn't even notice he was drooling, all he could feel was the the searing pleasure of your unbelievably soft, tight pussy wrapped around him. Lance was having the time of his life. He clawed at your waist to help you fuck him, his legs were jelly so thrusting into you was worthless, and God, he couldn't stop moaning. No woman has made him moan like this before.

If he didn't feel so damn good, he would have been embarrassed.

"Oh, baby, you're drooling all over yourself," you coo and use your thumb to wipe away the line of spit on his chin and cheek. You were always so gentle with him, your hands were at least, your hips were unforgivable and punishing.

"Does it feel good?" You grinned when he couldn't form a sentence and instead gave you a sloppy nod and a moan. "Yeah? You wanna cum in my pussy, Lance? Make it yours?"

Oh God, yes. Yes, he does.

The face he gives you is a pleading one, his eyebrows pinched, his eyes shining with desperation and need, his mouth still agape as he lets out a choked sobbing whimper.

"Go on, baby, fill me up," you encourage and speed up, sending Lance into overdrive. He rolls his eyes back, his entire body shaking violently as his high finally crashes over him. He can hear his own shouts of pleasure as well as yours, your lovingly condescending words sung in his ear are the last thing he hears before he passes out.