#lance tucker fics

[vellicore]

ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ-ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴏ3 , ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ *

18+ ONLY

Drabbles & More

Different Sebastian Stan Characters and Their Favorite Place to Have Sex*

#lance tucker #lance tucker masterlist #lance tucker drabbles #lance tucker fics

[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Lance Tucker x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: After your night with Ransom, you’re moving on—really.  

Word Count: 2,818

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Stalking, Fear/Paranoia, Unreliable Narrator, Yandere Vibes, BDSM (Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Rope Bondage, Suspension, Aftercare), brief Smut (Vaginal Penetration, Unsatisfying), Pet Names (baby, pidge, etc). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Here’s some more Ransom, being patient as he can be. Let me know what you think!

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Breathe. In. Out. Your body relaxes into the cradle of ropes. You catch a glimpse of Chase, his smile shining for his audience. You keep your thoughts on him, too scared to let them drift. 

Though, another eye catches yours from the crowd. Your lips twitch and your teeth worry over them. Hunger, deep and dark, glinting. Pride radiating in waves. The eyes of a man who looks at you as though you’re a pristinely polished trophy. And you’re happy to be that for Lance Tucker. Just for him. God, what you’d let that man do to you. Never imagining the man who might do it better—never. 

You try to blink away thoughts of that rich asshole and let your eyes drift closed. A hand binding your wrists, around your throat. That smug smirk of his as he took you apart piece by piece. 

No. There’s no room for Ransom. He didn’t write you a check, but a week later you’d gotten a direct deposit—more than he’d promised. And you hadn’t heard from him since. Good riddance. 

You find Lance in the crowd again and let his proud smile satisfy you. You don’t need some pompous, entitled, egotistical brat hanging around being a creep. You’re glad Ransom got you out of his system. Really. You are. 

You breathe a moment, centering yourself back in the present. There’s no need to think about Ransom Drysdale. None at all. 

“Are you alright?” Chase asks in a quiet tone. His hand reaches out to steady you, grounding you to the conversation with him. 

“I’m fine,” you reply before assessing the state of your body. “But a little sore? Maybe? I think I might need to come down soonish.” 

“Alright,” Chase says. He turns back to the crowd announcing the end of his presentation, explaining the aftercare and begins to lower the rig. 

Your belly finds the mats, hands still wrapped behind your back. You turn your head and rest it on the cushion while you wait. Chase approaches and kneels by your waist. 

A laugh huffs from your chest when you look up at him. “I could have stayed up longer.” 

Chase quirks a brow. “I’m sure you could have. But I didn’t think you should.” 

You make an accepting sound in your throat and let him do his work. A minute passes before your limbs are all free. Chase wraps the rope from his palm to his elbow, winding it to put away. 

Slowly, you begin to move. First legs, stretching into the air and bending, then arms. When you finally push up from the mat, Chase stands ready to help guide you back to your room. 

“You did good today,” you remark as you both walk down the hallway. “They were eating up every word. Saw a bunch heading toward your photography table.” He smiles at you. “I think they really like the pose, too.” 

The door opens to your room and you find your futon. Chase hands you your snack and drink. 

“What do you think about going vertical next week?” he asks, brushing his fingers over your forehead while you lay comfortably on your bed. 

“As long as I’m not upside down,” you reply with closed eyes and a yawn. 

“I’ll let Lance know you’re ready for him.” Chase leaves you drifting off to sleep to get your boyfriend—the newest addition to your aftercare routine. 

The door opens and you feel the tender touch of Lance’s hand. He leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Hey, baby,” you murmur, half asleep. But when you turn over and open your eyes, no one’s there. You sit up and glance around. 

The door sits in its frame, shut and undisturbed, just like the rest of your room. Must have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn…

The door opens and Lance struts in. You catch his eye and his smile beams. 

“God, you were fantastic!” he enthuses. Taking his hands from his track pants pockets, he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. They taste of cherry chapstick, how could you have forgotten that—the lips that kissed yours before him didn’t. 

“You waiting up for me?” 

You nod without a word, unsure as to what to say. Part of you wants to mention that moment before he came in. But why would he want to hear about your dream? Instead, you pull back your blanket, inviting him to warm you up. 

“As soon as we get back to your place, I’ll get your epsom salt bath going,” he starts, liking the sound of his own voice as much as you do. It grounds you, especially after a strange encounter with a figment of your imagination. “Gotta make sure you aren’t sore in the morning. Then we can get you in your…”

He keeps talking and it lulls you to sleep. Knowing that when you wake up, he’ll take you back to your place and sleep over. And everything will go like it always does. 

Which is why you’re unsurprised when Saturday morning dawns and Lance has slotted himself between your thighs. 

His hips curve into yours, his cock stretching you wide. Your fingers dig into his spine, clutching him close. Moans spill from your lips. His heavy breaths brush across your cheeks. Sweat beads on his brow as he readjusts you, stretching one of your legs closer to your chest while keeping the other wrapped around his hips. 

Your lips press together. It all feels good—always has. Even when you were finding your groove together, with his athleticism and your need for intimacy. 

He makes noises of pleasure. His hips accelerating in a signal of his imminent release. Your eyes close, focusing on your own. Lance’s hips stutter. He paints your insides with his cum and sighs. 

A sunny smile spreads his lips. How his hair remains coiffed after all the sweat and exertion, you don’t know, but it’s endearing. A quirk you quite adore. 

He flops to the side, running his hand along his abdomen, tickling the tattoo of the gold ribbon he has leading down his pelvis. Another uniquely Lance thing. So proud of his accomplishments, and you don’t blame him. He’s incredible. 

But your pulse thrums with the dissipating arousal of your unsatisfied lust. Your arms reach over your head, stretching sore muscles. Without meaning to, you let your mind wander. How Ransom made you sore in the best way. How he fit inside you. How he made you cum until you ached for nothing but pleasure. 

Your boyfriend’s hand reaches over, smoothing over your tummy and flicking at one of your nipples.

“Where’re you going?” he asks. 

You look over and smile. Eyes trace over his pouty lips and bright blue eyes. You tilt your head and brush your lips to his. 

“I’m right here,” you reply. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” Harlan asks. He leans back in his chair and you lift your head from your research. 

“The toxicology of plant-based poisons,” you reply, immersed in your work. Though, you know it won’t satisfy your boss. 

He says nothing more for a moment. Letting you turn your full attention back to the research at hand. He probably didn’t need much help in the subject with how long he’s been writing murder mysteries. Still, he always likes to be accurate. As few creative liberties as possible—at least where it counts. 

“Alright,” he says with as little enthusiasm as he can bestow on such an acceptance. “You will tell me eventually, mind.” 

“Will I?” you mumble distractedly. 

“You’re not a very good liar.” 

You snort and turn the page, picking up a highlighter and sticky note to jot down a thought on a passage about cyanide. 

“It isn’t something Walt did, is it?” he prods, the weight of his observant gaze heavy on your shoulders. 

“No, Harlan,” you reply, recapping the pen in your hand. 

“What about Ransom? He gave you some trouble a little while ago.”

You swallow and push aside the embarrassment and panic that spikes through you, replying, “No, Harlan.” 

“Huh,” he says. 

“Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask with a huff of mild frustration. 

“I’m quite stuck on what should happen next,” he says with a flick to the corner of the page. 

“Right,” you drone with the skeptical quirk of your eyebrow sent in his direction. 

He smiles that enigmatic smile of his and reaches up a hand to cup his chin. “You know I’m just concerned.” 

With a sigh, you give up on your work. Your boss won’t let you focus on it anyway. Folding your arms over your chest, you lean back and contemplate how best to word your explanation. One tiny slip and the jig is up. How could you possibly tell him his grandson paid to fuck you better than anyone ever has?

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you admit, pursing your lips around the word. “Don’t need to tell you all the gory details, though.”

“That’s the best part of a story,” he refutes with a twinkle in his eye. His full attention remains on you, waiting for the final crack before the flood. 

“Let’s just say,” you pause for the right wording. “My boyfriend is amazing, but doesn’t always…” You trail off with a hand gesture to imply the rest.

“You mean in the boudoir?” Harlan twines his fingers and tilts his head in interest. 

You snort and nod. “Yeah.” You lean back in your chair until your eyes meet the ceiling. “Got me thinking about the last prick. He was an asshole, but he...” You trail off, uncertain as to how you might finish the thought.

Harlan looks at you a long while. When your head turns to meet his gaze, he says, “May I offer advice in the form of an old adage?”

You sit upright and nod. “Lay it on me.” Complete with a grabbing motion of your hands. 

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” 

It sits in the air, letting you soak it in. Harlan returns to his manuscript in silence. Yet you’re stuck on the words. He’s right. Ransom is your past—a blip, if anything—and Lance is your future—a real, solid one at that.

You turn back to your research with determination. Refusing to let Ransom occupy a second more of your thoughts. You start back on your note about cyanide. 

“I know that’s not all, by the by,” your boss intones right as your pen meets paper. “But it’s enough for now.”

You swallow and glance over your shoulder to him. “Thanks.” 

Harlan nods with a hum and places his glasses on his nose. 

The sounds of the typewriter fill the empty space of the room and the two of you continue your work. You lose yourself to the facts and let the hours tick by. Thoughts wavering on your future. 

“Seriously, this tastes like shit.” 

You hear his voice before you see him. Your heart drops to your stomach. All you can think is ‘Oh, God, no.’ Your feet find the final step and you freeze. Unsure of the best course of action. 

You might be able to completely skirt by unnoticed through the front door. Or the back patio. As long as Ransom stays in the kitchen. 

It was coming back inside that posed the problem. Harlan sending you on an errand to the local public library to pick up a book he placed on hold. If Ransom were still here, how could you avoid him without knowing his position in the mansion? 

“It’s a good thing I didn’t make it for you, Hugh,” Fran replies. 

You blink out of your momentary panic. As if Ransom ever stayed so long with his grandfather. He’d be long gone by the time you got back. You scurry out the door, closing it with the softest click.

The breeze bites through the air. It stings your face with its crisp coolness. You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck and bundle your hands deeper into your sleeves. On the threshold of winter, you dread the thought of the first snow. 

You wait a moment for your car to warm before driving down the road to town. Thoughts mull in your mind, but music tunes them out. The radio already blasting holiday songs on repeat, prompting another train of thought to occupy you. Your first holiday not alone. Gifts for Lance. Holiday plans and the small, hopeful feeling warm in your chest.

You find a parking spot at the library and exit your car. The cold wind bustles you inside and you walk to the front counter. Used to your face, the librarians move quickly to check-out Harlan’s book to you. You smile and thank them, and then you’re on your way back, with little time to get your head on straight when thoughts of Ransom resurface. 

Parking the car, you linger a moment in the quickly dissipating heat. The car door slams behind you. A few quick strides take you back up the steps and into the house. You shiver as you undress your outerwear, hanging each piece up on your hook—coat, hat, scarf, mittens. 

You pause to listen. Straining to see if you can hear Ransom’s voice anywhere in the house. Knowing how much he likes to hear himself speak. Nothing. A sigh of relief blows past your lips. 

The stairs creak on your ascent. Marta greets you on her way down, a furrow between her brow. You almost ask her about it, but she slips away in a quick descent. 

You make it to the second landing and stop. He’s standing right there. Staring at a painting on the wall—one you’d admired before, reminiscent of Artemisia Gentileschi. One you pass multiple times a day on your way up to Harlan’s study. One of your favorite pieces in the house, really. 

Wishing to turn invisible just for a moment, you clutch the book close to your chest and close your eyes. With determination, you open them and march past Ransom, ignoring his presence. Yet, in your periphery, his head turns. 

“Oh,” he says—is there a tinge of affection in his tone? He cocks his head to the side and takes a long perusal of your body. His eyes narrow. “Where have you been?” Any question of tenderness vanishes with the question. Replaced by his usual derision.

You hold up the book in explanation. He squints at the cover and his lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. He seems to think better of a comment and looks back to the painting. 

“If you’ll excuse me then, Mr. Drysdale.” 

His jaw ticks in irritation. Eyes flashing toward you, he grits, “Call me Ransom, pidge.” 

You step sideways toward the stairs up to Harlan’s personal study. “Right,” you mutter under your breath. “I just thought—” You shake your head. A buzz in your pocket catches your attention. You pull the screen halfway out to check. The preview of a text from Lance shines up at you. Your lips twitch toward a smile as you tuck it away. “Nevermind.” You make it up two steps before you hear his voice again. 

“Is Lance treating you right?”

You might have thought the question just a figment of your imagination—prone as you are to those. But turning around, he watches you curiously. Your lips part, stunned.

“How did you know about him?” you ask with a glance over your shoulder to the upstairs door, drawn but not closed. Praying that Harlan won’t be privy to this unexpected conversation. 

“Friend of a friend,” Ransom replies with a shrug. But his eyes do not leave yours. It unsettles you, the steadiness of his focus. 

You swallow down your unease. “Why do you care?” you prod. Your face scrunches in an expression of dubiousness. 

Ransom blinks and looks away to the painting again. “I don’t.” The words rasp between his teeth.

“Right,” you mutter under your breath. “Well, Ransom.” Your fingers tap on the book cover. “I, uh, hope you have a nice rest of your day.” 

You retreat up the rest of the stairs and enter Harlan’s study. With a great huff of air releasing your nerves and pent-up frustration, you glance at your boss. A curious expression adorns his features. Your stomach flips, but you ignore it and hand over his book, ready to get back to work. You’re sure he’ll ask his questions later. 

As for you, you’ve got some answered. Like the fantasy of whether Ransom would really be such a horrible option. The answer is yes. No matter how well he fucked you or how he sent you reeling in your throes of passion, he is not the man for you. Of that, you’re now absolutely certain. 

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfic #dark #dark fic #lance tucker fanfic #lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker x reader #smut #yandere vibes #tw stalking #stalking #18+ #minors dni

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

We’re back with some more smutty, kinky, and dark fun for the month of October.  These one shots are not from any existing AU.  These will get very dark so read ALL warnings before hand.  My blog is an 18+ ONLY space.  All minors and hate will be blocked.  This is fiction, have fun.  This year I’m introducing a few more characters instead of just Chris and Sebastian characters...

Ablutophilia with Chris Beck Breath Play with Ari Levinson Candaulism with Nick Vaughan Dacryphilia with Mike Weiss Ejaculating Toy with Chase Collins Forced Voyeurism with Nick Fowler Grooming with Napoleon Solo Hate Sex with Ransom Drysdale Innocence Kink with Frank Adler Jealousy with William ‘Ironhead’ Miller Key Party with Andy Barber Lactation Kink with Jake Jensen Mutual Masturbation with Mickey Henry Non-Con with Jax Teller Objectification with Lance Tucker  Possessive Behavior with Angel Reyes Quirt with Steve Kemp Ravishment Fantasy with Jefferson Somnophilia with Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Tea Bagging with Dean Winchester & Soldier Boy Uteromania with Justin Capshaw Vampire Gloves with Sam Winchester Water Play with Captain Syverson  Xenophilia with Tyler Rake Yandere with August Walker Zipper Dinner with Lloyd Hansen Electrostimulation with Mr. Freezy Harpaxophilia with Curtis Everett Housewife Kink with Clark Kent Kidnapping with Walter Marshall Coercion with Carter Baizen & Bryce Langley

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #dark!fic #smutty fanfiction #chris beck #mike weiss #nick vaughan #ari levinson #chase collins #nick fowler #napoleon solo #ransom drysdale #frank adler #william miller #andy barber #jake jensen #mickey henry #jax teller #lance tucker #angel reyes #steve kemp #jefferson #steve rogers #bucky barnes #dean winchester #soldier boy #justin capshaw #sam winchester #captain syverson #tyler rake

[abbatoirablaze]

Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

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

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

“Just forget about her, Hughie…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”

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

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

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

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

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Bu-Bucky…”

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

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

“I-I’ve never-“

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

“O-okay…”

“Steve…you get her mouth…”

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

Princess was a mess. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck off Storm!”

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

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

Johnny didn’t care though. 

“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready for another cock, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

Everything hurt. 

Her jaw felt sore. 

Her pussy felt raw.

Her ass felt like it was torn in two.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 8

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[nocturne-pisces]

I didn't see him on your masterlist, but a dark!Lance tucker 👀👀👀

mmmmmmm, bestie i’ve been waiting for someone to throw this in my inbox.

Dark!Lance Tucker x Reader

You gulped in a breath, the edges of your vision returning with your intake of the oxygen you were deprived of.

“If you want gold, you’re gonna have to have more endurance than that, bronze.” Lance held you upright by your hair, his sharp jawline set as his gaze is cast down at you. “I expected better.”

You’d done a full into a step out and it ended sloppy, dropping you from gold to silver, and then an exposed bra strap had dropped you to bronze. They were stupid mistakes, things you’d trained out of yourself- but you woke up this morning feeling off and it had snowballed.

Lance’s blue track pants are pushed down just enough for his saliva slick cock to bob in your face, his office door locked and the blinds dropped. “You’re the best one on the team. You’re the one the other college girls look up to, and this is the example you set for them?”

Your chest still heaving, you try to interject. “Coach, please, it was just a bad day, I-“ Before you can finish your sentence he shoves himself past your lips, tutting above you as you retch. “Olympic Gold Medalists don’t have bad days,” he replies, wrapping his fist around your ponytail to push you further down his length.

“You’re lucky this mouth of yours is so fucking hot, or I’d send you packing back to whatever buttfuck hick town you came from.” He pushes against your head harder, the crown of his cock pressing against the entrance to your esophagus. “But you suck dick like a champ, so I’ll give you another shot.”

He lets go of your hair and you pull back to heave in breath, looking up at him. Lance sneers down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva across your face making your mascara trail black. He uses the same fingers to trace black against the tattoo on his pelvis. “You show me you can work for the gold, and I’ll let you go back out and practice your routine.”

He doesn’t have to tell you what he means, you already know. You take one last steadying breath before you flatten your tongue and take him down again. You push against the resistance harder and harder until a pop in the back of your throat makes you sputter your victory around him. Your nose brushes against the gold medal tattooed in his skin and his hand comes back down to the back of your head to keep you in place. “See? I knew you could do it, bronze. Just a little determination and some hard work.”

He swipes tears off your cheeks, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste them before thrusting into your throat. “Mmm, victory never tasted so sweet.”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Give you hell

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

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

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Beta’d by @navybrat817

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

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Gym Coach Teacher Reader

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

Word Count: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t always think so…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled, over-sweetly, back.

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

“Maybe that’s all I need?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You shut up!”

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

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

“Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that, huh?”

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

“It was always easy to make you cum.”

You let out another bark of laughter.

“I faked it half the time, dickhead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There, pretty as a fucking picture.”

He slapped his hand against your buttock and you squeaked. 

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

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

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

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

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

Day 18- Handcuffes with Lance Tucker

364 words

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACT

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A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: kind of dom!mean reader, uses of vibrator

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

Oh he was in for a long night of blue balls.

You had one rule, if he was handcuffs with his medals, he couldn’t touch you or move. And the proud man he was, couldn’t imagine break them.

“Come one, sweets, don’t be so mean with me?” he whines dramatically. You’re doing a lap dance, making some pose he taught you years ago. You’re spreading your leg on top of me, letting him see your wet folds, you caress his naked body with yours, nipples teasing his aching cock.

Oh yes, he is for a long night, and you are thrilled. Thrilled, because he was the biggest jerk to you the past few weeks, so you were going to make him suffer.

He’s looking at his handcuffs, growling when he sees you take your favourite vibrator, whimpers when you sit across from him and put the object of all his desire on your clit. You moan, arching your back like he loves. You let him see your pussy clenches and unclenches around nothing, your arousal sipping out of it.

“Let me taste it.” You shake your head, giving him the silence treatment too. He deserves it. He knows it, but fuck his cock hurts him right now. He needs relief.

“Babe, please, touch me. I’m dying”. You shrug and he whines, squirming without making harsh movement on the medals.

You push the fake vibrating cock in your pussy, moaning a bit more than you would do normally, but Lance he’s too fuck out to realise, his cock throbs at it and you smile. You make a show out of it, Lance whining and whimpering at the lack of touch and attention from you, but fuck why does that turn him on more?

When you cum, he moans loudly, loving to see you let go, see that face you do, crossed eyes, cute frown and the noises that come out of you…he could cum only by that. And he almost does, but you’re quick to hold the base of his cock and to ruin his orgasm.

“BABE”.

“Don’t ignore me, Lance, I could do even worse next time.” You kiss him and leave the room.

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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

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[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! ❤️

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

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

God the Bounty Hunter

Lance Tucker

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Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

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[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 15: Objectification

God of Olympics

Summary:  Lance just wants you to know your place, because you are his.

Pairings:  Lance Tucker X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, showing you off to an audience, glory hole, gang bang, rough sex, creampie, a bit of a praise kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.4K

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Lance slaps his hand over your tit, making you yelp out, but his smug face just smiles at you.  Stalking around your body, he gives your ass a slap, and leans tight into your body, “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” you respond quickly.  Blinking at your guests, as you get to your knees.

“Hands behind your head, and keep your legs spread.”

“Yes, sir,” placing your hands behind your head, Lance walks back in front of you, and starts ripping at your clothing, pushing aside your shirt until your tits are exposed to everyone in the room, and a few of the men adjust their pants.  Looking at you like they were going to devour you, but you have behave.  He was counting on you.

Squatting down, he rips off your panties, leaving the majority of your body for their viewing pleasure.  Lance gives your face a few smacks, before grabbing at your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him.  “What are you?”

“A worthless cumdump,” you whimper as his finger rubs along your puffy lips.

“Whose worthless cumdump are you?”

“Yours, sir.”

He slides two fingers past your lips, and runs the appendage over your flattened tongue.  As he slides out, you suck on them gently.  Your eyes shining up at him.  The next push through, he goes all the way to the back of your throat, causing you to gag.  The movement of your body, makes your weeping cunt even more visible to the men, and Tyler Rake leans forward to get a closer look, getting his arm slapped by Jax.  Marshall just grunts out his approval.

“Whose whore mouth is this?”

“Yours, sir.”

He wipes his fingers soaked in your saliva on your face, because slapping at your tits again.  Moving back and forth between your nipples, before he gazes down at you, “Whose tits are these?”

“Yours, sir.”

Traveling down your body, he slaps at your folds, until you squeal out in pleasure.  “And whose pretty hole is this?”

“Yours, sir.”

“And I can do whatever it is that I want with it?” You nod your up at him, and he pushes his fingers back into your mouth.  You suck on them, tasting your tangy arousal, and he gives you a nod.  “I can let whoever I want fuck this worthless, pathetic, whore, cum bucket, can’t I?”

You look over to the men, and suddenly realize why there is an audience, “Yes, sir.  Whatever you want.”

“Get in the fucking box,” his finger points behind you to the glory hole wall, and you start to shake you head no, but he tsks you.  “Babydoll, you said whatever I want.  And I want your body, and your holes to be shared.  You are nothing but a cum dump, but you’re my cum dump.  Don’t you want to be filled to the brim with cum?  Have all these cocks just for you?  I’m giving you a gift.”

“Maybe she can’t handle it,” Jax smirks at you.  “Can you handle three cocks fucking into, and you have no idea whose it is?  Such a needy little cunt, and we’re just willing to help you out.”

“You’ll stay with me?” You look up at Lance, begging him to say with you.

“Of course, Babydoll, now get in the box, and show them how pretty your cunt is spread,” grabbing your hand, he guides you to the box.  Letting you get comfortable on your back, he gives your tits a jiggle, and your spread your legs, hearing all the other men lick their lips as they walk closer.  Hands smooth along your legs, over your sex, even under the hole, grabbing at your tits.  Rolling your soft peaks in between their fingers.

A soft petaly lips kiss up your legs, and a tongue licks up your slit.  The hand on your tit searches for your mouth, before he presses in a thick finger.  “Giving you something to suck on, Babydoll,” Tyler.  You could recognize that voice. The only one with an accent.

Someone’s face presses into your cunt while he kitten licks your clit.  Diving in to suck the pearl into his mouth.  His teeth giving the bean a little nibble, making you whimper, grabbing tightly to Lance.  “They’re only getting started, baby.”

When his fingers push into your cunt, you know right away by the ringed digits that this is Jax, getting his face soaked in your juices.  Laving up your arousal like a decadent dessert.

Crying out when you feel a thumb press into your ass.  It could only Marshall.  Him and Jax work in tandem, fingering both your holes, while Tyler fucks your face with his own fingers.  Jax was relentless.  Every lewd moan, makes him roll your clit in between his teeth.  Curling his fingers, the pads of them stimulate your g spot.  Your body lifts up off the platform, and you moan out Lance’s name.  

Just before you get to cum, they all stop.  Hands back off of you, and you sob at the absence of them.  Two large hands slide down your legs, before placing your body just where he wants it.  “Oh!” You sing as his thick cock breaks the barrier.  No comfort is given to you when he starts jabbing into you.  Grunting out how good you feel.

“Pinch her nipples,” Marshall.  His hands hold you gently, but his cock drives into you with such force you see stars.  Lance pinches down on your nipples, leaning forward a bit to kiss on your sticky skin.  “God, you’re such a fucking whore.  Got you giving up this pussy to whoever wants it.  It feels good though doesn’t it?”

His pace turns into slow methodical thrusts into you.  His tip playfully becoming acquainted with your cervix, and you scratch down your legs.

“Damn, save some for the rest of us.”

“Gotta make her…cum,” at the deep timbre of his voice, your walls clean his around him, and he struggles to pull out.  Letting the next one step up to the plate.

Jax’s ringed fingers come under the hole, and grab harshly at your tits when he pushes into your warmth.  There was a madness to him.  A need for him to get off before you.  Letting you know just how much you were just a fucktoy to them.  

Lance’s hands caress your face, and he gives you a warm smile.  “You’re doing so good my little cum baby.  You love your thick cream cum don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you moan as Jax slams into you.  “Yeah, right there.”

“Oh, right there, Babydoll?  That feel good, hmm?  My god, she’s fucking adorable.  Willing to let us use these whore holes,” he jams into you one more time, before he’s being yanked away.  

“Time to flip it over, Babydoll,” is the only warning Tyler gives you before he’s turning you to your belly.  kicking your legs to the side before pummeling into you.  Holding onto your hips gruffly, and even Lance backs away.  Your fingers reach towards him, before, he’s pulling his cock out.

Sliding it past your lips, and watching you gag on his length.  Tyler pulls and tugs your body onto him, adding in the few odd slaps to your ass.  Pulling apart your cheeks to see where the two of you connect.  “Fuuck! She’s so sensitive.  So tight, and got me in a vice grip.  Let go, just let go, and I’ll fill you up.  Jax and Marshall are over hear stroking their cocks and getting ready to watch all our cum drip out of this abused whore hole.”

The way they talk to you, ugh, it was sinful, but you loved it.  Lance pulls out, so everyone can hear your labored breathing and pitiful whines.  And the sounds alone were enough to have Tyler’s cum paint the inside of you.  Pulling out, he’s replaced quickly by another cock.  Not shy in using his friends jizz as more lube.  “We like it messy,” Marshall growls, before releasing his own seed.

Followed by Jax’s hard slams into you with a fervent need.

“Gotta hear you scream out my name.  Your husband is going to watch his cum dump dripping.  Uh!” His spunk shoots into your womb, but he just fucks it deeper.  Jax loved overstimulating himself.  Pulling himself out, just so the three can watch your abused hole drip their cum out.  “Push it out,” he says, as Lance walks out to watch as well.  

“Or, I can fuck it back into her, and you guys can watch.  You always gotta finish with your God of Olympics don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Next

Masterlist

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[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, The Right Stuff Master List

This series is completed! ✔️

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

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

But then he met her.

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

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

[bucknastysbabe]

Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

Ask Box‼️: CLOSED (gotta catch up)

Short headcanons

Blurbs

Questions

Shitposting

Silly edits

Fic length one-shots

Taglist❣️: Comment here (no it’s not a threat…unless?)

Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

Tags:

Smut 🍐 || Angst 🟢|| SFW 💚 || Dead dove🔫|| Fluff🐼

Kink Bingo - Done!

Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(

Marvel:

***More of it is on my Ao3 linked in my bio :)

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist ✨

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Call Girl🍐🐼

ASOIAF/HOTD:

Pairings:

No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist ✨

Ser Criston Cole

Masterlist✨

Aemond Targaryen

Misunderstandings? 🟢💚

Winner takes all💚🐼

Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫

Pass the Crown🍐

Jacaerys Velaryon

Winner takes all💚🐼

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Cruel Summer🍐🐼

Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼

A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼

The PR Stunt 🍐🐼

Northron Delights 🍐🐼

Viserys III Targaryen

Unwind🍐

Egotistical 🍐

Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐

Jon Snow

The crow who called wildling🍐🐼

Maegor Targaryen

Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫

Daeron Targaryen

Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫

Others:

Tommy Miller (TLOU)

Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼

Dirty Talk🍐🐼

Cockwarming🍐🐼

Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)

You can be my daddy🍐🐼

Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

#cal rants #vermi hours #aegon targaryen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #answered asks #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #asks answered #dom reader #marvel fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #jon snow x reader #criston x reader #asioaf fanfic #kink bingo #jacaerys x reader #tommy miller x reader #viserys iii targaryen x reader #lee bodecker x reader #hotd shitpost #Charles Blackwood x reader #lance tucker x reader #steve kemp x reader #tlou smut #lee bodecker smut #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader

[livannasalinger]

Dc x Dp prompt 3

I was thinking lately that most of the prompts and fics that I see, they range from: focus on Danny, focus on Jazz, oneshots here and there with some different characters, maybe sam and tucker, but not much more than that. Of course, ultimately, the idea of Dc x Dp goes through the importance that Danny has to establish this connection (ghost king, meta laws, being a hero, classic black hair and blue eyes of the Waynes, etc etc) and focus more on relationships with DC characters (batfam, superman, Wonder Woman, etc) . At the same time, I've recently been thinking about how there are few fics that portray the rest of the Casper High as a functional group (not counting Everlasting trio). And then, there's this fic that I really like (see prompt 2) that talks about a different way that the incident with Spectra could have happened. With all this, I thought:

- what if, these incidents with the ghosts made the group more cohesive: I'm not talking about everyone being super friends, although that can be cool, but I'm talking about actually seeing them build a dynamic because they need to protect themselves from danger and they can't get help from anyone else -  Justice League doesn't interfere/doesn't know/doesn't believe

- Anyway, X years pass, the events of DP (except Danny's revelation to the world) occur, but unlike canon, the children mature faster, and start to blossom like powerhouses - imagine Assassination classroom and how they became after graduation, that kind of thing.

- But that's when things start to get interesting, because "out of nowhere" a group of people with impressive skills and suspicious training in different areas begins to appear, young people trained in things they shouldn't. At first, the connection was not clear, as everyone is in different areas, but little by little a pattern starts to become clearer: maybe their presence, maybe some more ghostly physical characteristic.

I see two ways this starts to get noticed:

-- At a Justice League meeting, several superheroes start listing people of interest and justifying why. They might have noticed these people as possible future villains, or maybe they want to recruit them, or something like that. The point is: when one person starts talking, another hero starts remembering that he knows a similar person, a pattern starts to be observed, an investigation starts to be made.

OR

-- An investigation is already under way, as there is a group of people who came from the same place, started to become influential in the field of choice, and nobody can prove, but many suspect that this group is responsible for the disappearance of a mysterious government organization called GIW

In any case, an investigation begins showing  the different ways that the Amity Park group has grown to be BAMF including: Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Dash Baxter, Paulina, Kwan, Star, Wes weston.… maybe even Ellie and Dan.

The investigation proceeds, old photos of the group can be found and they notice the disappearance of only one person: Danny Fenton. Which makes no sense, as he is seen multiple times with all the suspects, but effectively there is no record of him anywhere: no college, no job, not even how he gets from one place to another, no plane ticket, nothing.

It would still be really cool if everyone in the group followed certain customs, derived from the lessons they received on how to deal with ghosts or because they are Liminal and that's why they behave a little differently and, even if they've been living with "normal people" for years , sometimes they just forget common sense and scare people without intending to.

The conclusions that the JL, villains  and other groups, can come to are potentially hilarious: are they villains? what are their goals? Are they a secret cult with this Danny as their leader? Are they or are they not doing something illegal? Are they a threat? And if so, a threat to whom?

At the end of it all I can see Mr Lance showing up and thinking "how come this is supposedly the most powerful group of people in the world?!" and in 5 minutes solving any chaos or misunderstanding like:

"Pride and Prejudice, not even Mr. Weston was that bad" (looking at Red Robin's conspiracy board)

#dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #Bamf everyone #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #Jazz is Bamf too #casper high as a group #casper high as a family? #if you mess with one from Amity Park you mess with them all #feral everyone #everyone is liminal