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chasingmidnights · 6 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Five

Title: Three Nights of the Blood Moon

Storyteller: Bucky Barnes

Summary: A werewolf story.

Warnings: First of all, 18+, minor DNI! In this one, you should look out for mentions of blood; death; story features a werewolf; mild cursing; Bucky Barnes and Lance Tucker (both are warnings, okay?); mentions of beheading (werewolf); angst; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you agree to these warnings and any potential ones that I may have missed. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. I hope you enjoy it and if you do please feel free to give it a like, comment, or share!

Wordcount: 1,426

“Oh, I bet this is gonna be good.” Nick said as he prodded at the logs in the fire with a metal poker stick.

“I didn’t think you were much of a storyteller.” Wanda commented as she snuggled closer to Johnny.

Bucky glanced up at the bright, full moon that was now shining above them, before he returned his attention to his friends. “Well, I feel like stepping out of my comfort zone tonight. Besides, I’ve done quite a bit of traveling and have a few stories to tell.”

“Go on babe, share with us your story.” Natasha encouraged him with a small smile.

Bucky nodded at her in appreciation before he got started with his story. Just as he was about to get started on his story, a howl sounded from somewhere in the distance, giving the perfect mood for his story.

“Alright, this was during my gap year, I had taken some time off before heading into college, so roughly two and a half years ago. I wasn’t ready for more classroom settings and I needed a break, so I ended up doing some traveling, backpacking mainly. I enjoyed every minute of my travels, even when I met a fellow backpacker and ended up in a small town in Romania. He had introduced himself as Lance Tucker and as we checked into a small inn, we heard chatter and we could tell that the people were clearly frightened about something. When we asked the manager, she said that the whole town was plagued with a werewolf and that the whole town was buzzing with anxiety about the upcoming full moon.

“This caught both of our attention and we wanted to know more about this supposed werewolf. After we checked into our room, we decided to see what the townspeople were so scared about. Lance and I thought maybe it was just a regular wolf, but we couldn’t have been more wrong. On the first night of the full moon, we waited for the sun to set to go after the wolf. The town’s people thought we were stupid for trying to do this. We waited in the church clock tower for this werewolf to arrive and as we waited, we talked about what we were going to do since we weren’t really experts on the matter. But this town needed help and I was determined to help them in any way that I could. I peeked out the clock tower window and noticed how full and round the moon was, not to mention the shade of red that it seemed to be giving off. That’s when we heard it, the howling of a large animal.

“The animal, well, more like creature was like nothing I had ever seen before, it was gruesome. When it was on all four legs, it was about the height of a large wolf on steroids with its back arched. It had dark, black skin and charcoal black fur along with giant, four paws with long claws. Its head and snout resembled that of a dog. The werewolf had dark soulless eyes and instead of a long tail, like most normal wolves have, this one had a bobbed tail. Just by looking at the creature, I could see why the town’s people were so terrified. My eyes grew wide when it stood on its hind legs, becoming the height of a grizzly bear. It let out another ear shattering howl and I was both amazing and scared out of my wits. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as I glanced over at Lance. Just by the look on his face, I could tell he was feeling the same thing as me.

“We watched from the clock tower as the werewolf started to come further into town, sniffing the air as it did. As we watched, I noticed movement down on the ground below us and a group of men were trying to sneak attack the werewolf. However, their plan failed miserably and one by one, the men were picked off. I couldn’t just watch as the werewolf slaughtered the townspeople, so I sprinted down the steps of the clock tower and took them two at a time. But, by the time that I got down there, it was too late. The monster was gone. I heard one of the injured men groan as he laid on the ground, bleeding out. I walked over to him, not really sure why but I did and I crouched down beside him. His dying wish was for the wolf to be defeated so that his town would be safe again. The following day, Lance and I helped the townspeople with moving the injured and dead. As we helped, we heard them talking about how it would be back on tonight’s full moon. Lance and I agreed that we would help in any way that we could.

“That night, it was another bloody mess with another unsuccessful plan to kill the beast. In fact, the werewolf seemed to be twice as strong from the previous night. It also seemed to be unbothered by any time that I managed to wound it with my sword that I had been given. The battle against the werewolf had only just started and everyone was already losing their strength, including myself. I carried on though, adrenaline pumped through my body as I wielded my sword and fought against the creature. The beast got the better of me though and flung me halfway across the town center. The impact of the landing knocked the breath out of me. By the time that I got up though, a gut wrenching scream came from Lance and I watched in horror as the werewolf dragged Lance away, disappearing into the woods once more. I looked around me and the smell of blood filled my nostrils, causing me to nearly gag. I was determined now more than ever to kill this creature.

“When the blood moon was full and high in the night sky on the third night, I stood alone in the town square as I waited for the werewolf. The townspeople were kind enough to give me armor in order to help protect me and I held the same sword in my hand from the previous night. Goosebumps formed all over my body as I felt heavy breathing down my neck, I didn’t have to turn around to know that the werewolf was now standing behind me. Before I could even make my first move, it had swung me around and I scrambled to my feet, picking up my sword as I did and lunged at the wolf. It easily dodged my attack with ease as it jumped onto the roof of one of the buildings. I held tightly onto the helm of the sword, waiting for it to strike. ‘Come on!’ I yelled, spit flying from my mouth as I did. That seemed to have done the trick and as the werewolf lunged for me, I quickly climbed on top of a nearby porch, ascending the stairs at a high speed and as the creature was back on the ground, I took my opportunity of having the high ground. I jumped from the high porch and as I did, I raised my sword, ready to strike the creature down. ‘Off with your head,’ I remember saying as the sword sliced through the werewolf’s neck, beheading the creature. A sense of pride came over me as I had defeated the creature. The people slowly started to come out of their homes and started to celebrate when they realized I had killed the creature.”

Bucky stared into the fire as he finished his story, jumping slightly when the sound of a far away howl broke the tense silence.

“You’re full of shit, Barnes.” Ransom said bluntly, narrowing his eyes at Bucky.

Bucky scoffed before he started to take off his flannel. “Want proof?” Bucky lifted up the sleeve of his under armor shirt, revealing four scars on his left bicep. “Received a little souvenir from it.”

You couldn’t help it as your jaw dropped at the sight of the scars, they looked exactly like claw marks.

“Holy shit.” Jake whispers. “Werewolves are real, I knew it.”

“Well, I’m not sure if I can top Bucky’s story tonight, but I have dibs on tomorrow night’s story.” Natasha spoke up after a moment of silence.

Everyone just sat there for a while before they slowly trickled away from the fire and to their tents.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #story five #october 2023 #courtney writes #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fandom #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #lance tucker #lance tucker imagine #lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker fandom #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan #bucky barnes storyteller #a werewolf story

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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Multi-Character Masterlist

Seb, Bucky, Nick: Owned

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve: Part 1

Seb, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Bucky, Seb: Part 1

Seb, Steve, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Steve, Charles: Part 1 Part 2

Bucky, Steve, Seb, Nick: Part 1

Bucky, Chase, Carter: Part 1

Nick, Steve, Charles: Part 1

Mickey, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Lance: Part 1

Carter, Bucky: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Seb Roleplay: Part 1 Part 2

Lee, Bucky, Nick: Part 1 Part 2

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Charles: Part 1

Bucky, Frank, Chris, Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick, Bucky, Charles: Part 1

Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve, Frank, Mickey: Part 1

Steve, Justin: Part 1

Bucky, Sebastian: Part 1

#multi character #oneshots #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #nick fowler #steve kemp #lee bodecker #charles blackwood #chase collins #carter baizen #mickey henry #lance tucker #masterlist #smut #no y/n

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livannasalinger · 1 year

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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.

-- 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

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Lance Tucker

Oneshots

Smut:🫦 fluff: 💖 Angst;👻

Stretching you (out)🫦🫦🫦

-> pt 2

#lance tucker x you #Lance tucker #Lance tucker smut #Lance Tucker fluff #Lance Tucker x reader #lance tucker x y/n

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starryevermore · 2 years

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starrysleepvoer: a 4k follower celebration

you’ve been invited to kayla’s 4k follower celebration sleepover! where is it? right in my askbox! when is it? it’s from SAT, JULY 9, 2022 at 5:00pm EST - FRI, JULY 15, 2022 at 5:00pm EST! what does this entail? keep reading to find out!

note: if you are asking for multiple things, PLEASE send each request in individual asks!

note 2: you can go ahead and start sending things in! however, nothing will be answered until 07/09/22 at 5:00PM.

🥃 blurbs

got an idea for something you want me to write? send in a “🥃” emoji + a prompt (from the list provided or something of your own creation) + the character(s) and i’ll write it for you!

i no longer write rpf, so please only send in characters. the characters you can pick from are as follows:

mcu characters: bucky barnes, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, peter parker, steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, khonshu, layla el-faouly, kate bishop.

seb stan characters: bucky barnes, charles blackwood, lance tucker, lee bodecker, jefferson/mad hatter, nick fowler, steve kemp.

cevans characters: steve rogers, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, robert pronge/mr. freezy, frank adler, jake jensen, curtis everett, lloyd hansen.

oscar isaac characters: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, santiago garcia.

pedro pascal characters: din djarin, frankie morales, javi gutierrez.

star wars characters: poe dameron, obi-wan kenobi, luke skywalker, din djarin.

if there is a character you would like me to write that does not fall within this list, please send an ask or message beforehand to see if i'm okay with that character.

i write angst, fluff, smut, and dark fics. if you have a preference for what the blurb will be, please specify in your ask.

standard request faq information does still apply.

prompt list

🍷 what if...?

have you ever read a fic of mind and thought “hmm...i wonder what would happen if xyz had happened instead? well here’s the time to find out! send in an “🍷” + the fic (series, oneshot, blurb—whatever!) + your scenario and i’ll cook up a blurb or headcanon for you!

any oneshot or blurb is up for grabs.

the following series can be discussed: let my guard down (bucky), traitor (bucky/steve), remember me (bucky/nat), the wolf and the mouse (bucky/nick), she gets the flowers (steve/ransom), holding her heart (lee/ari), let’s ride (ari), and ever after (multiple).

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send in a “🍸” plus any game you would like me to play. games include but are not limited to:

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wanna ask me about my writing? here’s the chance! send in a “🍾” + a question of your choice or a question from the prompt lists!

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#starrysleepover #starrywrites #starryevermore

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 1 year

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Vera I'm so sorry you are still shadowbanned! I wish tumblr would get their stuff together.

For the fanfic writer's asks: 1,5,12,25,55,69,71

Hope you have fun answering them <3

Hi, yeah the shadowban is….ugh, annoying. Definitely annoying.

Thank you for the questions!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Oh wow…I think I daydream more than I write. I daydream all the time and I’m pretty sure half the stuff that’s in my head I’ve never even started writing. But if I finally start writing then I’m not stopping till it’s done lol

I’ll sit the next few days on a one shot or chapter or whatever and I need to finish it. 😂😂

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Fuck I- I don’t know

Let’s see

The au’s with @jamneuromain “broken bones and broken hearts” ( Steve Rogers x reader) & “together or not at all” (Steve Rogers x reader, Nick Gant x reader, Johnny storm x reader, Jake Jensen x reader) in the second one is a lot ready and there’s also a loooot of smut lol just so y’all know

Then there’s “drownin siren” Steve Rogers x mermaid reader

I’ve planned a sub!mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader one shot

A meet-cute for Stucky!! Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

I have a Lloyd Hansen x reader smut Drabble ( ready to post actually)

Oh Noise pt 3, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader smut, which is nearly finished [ pt 1 is here pt 2 here ]

I’m planning a grumpy!roommate!Curtis x reader au :) but haven’t started one this one yet

Oh god there’s also pretty boy pt 2, sub!Steve Rogers x reader smut [ pt 1 is here ]

Omg i still have more; mean!dom!steve Rogers x villain!(sub)reader

Is it weird that I’m already planning my kinktober list? But yeah I’m doing that too

I have also a pt two to the Lance tucker shot “stretch you (out)” that I think I haven’t posted yet?

I’m working on so many things rn fuck I hadn’t noticed until now

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Sometimes yes, I definitely some background stories and I like planning how every character met or if they had any relationships before with them etc

Definitely also about their family history or school

But I don’t think more than that

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I love making moodboards hahhahaha

I like writing because of all the possibilities i have!

And also interacting with people. I know many people don’t leave feedback and that’s okay BUT when i finally see Someone comment or reblog something even with just a emoji or gif I’m in heaven. It makes me so so happy to talk about my work or answer questions. Idk, I just love interacting with others. I’d say im really shy in rl and it’s just so much better on tumblr. Here I feel like I found my people and I can be myself:)

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

“He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush”

I use this often or always the -ing verb form

I feel like there’s also always some kind of misunderstanding? There are definitely a few oneshots and fics with this trope

There was something else I wanted to addd but I forgot what

69. What are your favorite fic at the moment?

Ohhhh I love “in the snow” By @postmodernmulticoloredcloak

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Id say it depends on the day. Sometimes I’m writing all day long and the next day I’m reading all the time:)

Thank you for all these questions!!!!! Love you!!!!!!

#verasasks

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badassbuchanan · 3 years

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Taking Care of Needs

Request: Omg if you start writing for Lance and ransom I would love you forever! I absolutely love them!

Warnings: smut; non!con (kind of), dom!sub vibes, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, reader IS of age, rough, semi-public.

Word Count: 4725

A/N: okay so Lance is really fun to write for - requests and taglist are open!

The gymnasium had emptied out as the argument between me and Coach Tucker continued. It should’ve been a simple conversation. All I was asking for was extra access to the gym so that I could practice a little more each day. Something that I thought would’ve made Lance proud, or at least happy.

But, in true Lance ‘the fucker’ Tucker fashion, he didn’t do what I expected him to do. Oh no, he shut the idea down straight away, with no reasonable explanation. Other than him doing it just to take advantage of his authority, of course.

“I’m not asking for a lot,” I crossed my arms sassily with a frown, looking at my coach who’d closed his eyes in frustration. He was just as tired of this conversation that was going around in circles, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down first. “But if you want me to get better-“

“This isn’t about you getting better,” He argued with an underlying anger in his voice, hands on his hips. “This is about you wanting more attention that the other girls.”

“Oh come on,” I rolled my eyes, watching as he mirrored my arms-crossed stance. His cockiness pissed me off. Standing there with his stupidly perfect face. How dare he tell me what I wanted. “You can’t seriously believe that’s why I’m asking.”

He shrugged sarcastically, lifting his hand before slapping it back down against his forearm. Lance turned on his heels to walk away from me before I could respond, obviously over the conversation. He knew I was aggravated, he was just trying to wind me up even more for his own amusement.

“Lance, you’re not listening to me.” I responded as my blood began to boil, almost bouncing out of frustration as I followed him into his office. “Do you want to see me fail? I need the extra time to be on my best game.”

He scoffed as he walked around to the back of his desk, adjusting some papers that were carelessly scattered on the surface. He was done giving me his time of day, he’d given me his answer and he expected me to listen.

“I’m your coach, Y/N. You need what I tell you to need.” His voice was unsettlingly calm now. Lance was known for being a hot head. For lashing out and being dramatic. But he was quiet. Full of a dominance that dripped in confidence. It was like witnessing a calm before a storm.

“Well then maybe I should find myself a coach that understands my needs.” I snapped childishly. I knew it wasn’t going to go down well. No one spoke back to Coach Tucker. Everyone loved Coach Tucker. Everyone was scared of Coach Tucker. Everyone had a crush on Coach Tucker. Which meant he always got his own way.

His eyes locked onto mine, his jaw clenched as he looked at me like I was his prey. His whole body stilled as a dangerous thought entered his mind. I felt suddenly nervous and aroused under his stare as he walked around the side of the table closest to me.

“This isn't about extra time in the gym at all, is it?” His eyebrow raised as his ass leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his toned body covered in the navy olympic sweater.

I stayed silent, my teeth clenched in aggravation as I watched a cocky smile cover his face momentarily. Fuck. Was my attitude really that evident? I’d always been so obedient, especially when it came to Lance. If he told me to jump, I’d jump. If he told me to stretch, I’d stretch. If he told me to only drink water, I’d only drink water. If he told me to stop having sex, I stopped. And that’s exactly what the asshole had done.

He’d put a hard ban on any kind of sexual activity in the lead up to the upcoming trials. Explicitly confirming that it also included masturbation. It had been weeks. Weeks of built up frustration and overwhelming need. Frustration that had turned me into a brat with a bad attitude.

“C’mere.” Lance leaned his head back slightly, jaw gesturing for me to go to him when I didn’t respond. I suddenly felt myself falling into a state of submission as I watched him grip his palms onto the edge of the desk next to his hips.

I stepped forward slowly in anticipation, swallowing nervously as I stood directly in front of him, his body towering over mine even from his slightly slouched position.

“Tell me. What is it that you need?” Lance arched his eyebrow as he looked down at me powerfully. His voice was dripping with confidence as he grabbed my wrist roughly, pulling it towards him. “Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t be a good coach if you don’t talk to me.”

My throat went dry, my heartbeat rapidly increasing as I stood between his thick thighs. The lack of sexual attention had caused my senses to heighten, already become aroused by his simple touch on my hand.

His strong grip had me imagining what it would be like to have his hands on other parts of my body. Sure, I’d thought about having sex with Lance before, but only in the privacy of my own bedroom. Only if I was desperate and needed to imagine something to cum to.

“Let me ask you again,” He licked his lips, guiding my hand to palm his crotch over the silky material of his tracksuit pants. I gasped in shock of his sudden forwardness, the prominent outline of his thick cock hard against my palm as he tightened his grip around my wrist. “What is it that you need?”

I could feel how big he was, my panties dripping with arousal as I bravely squeezed his bulge beneath my fingers. I was in awe of just how thick he felt through his clothes, suddenly eager to get my hands on his hard member.

“Is it this?” Lance’s tone softened slightly, watching my hand palm over his throbbing cock. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his tip, lost in the feeling of my small hand on him. He licked his lips before letting his mouth hang open, his spare hand, wrist decorated with his watch, came up to grab my other hand, placing it on his hip to steady myself.

“Do you need Coach to take care of that ache between your legs, baby? Is that it?” His voice was sickeningly sweet, speaking to me as if I were a child. My cheeks flooded pink, shamelessly palming Lance’s cock, embarrassed that it was drenching my leotard, material so tight it didn’t allow me to wear panties underneath. “Did I go too hard on you with the no sex rule, huh? Could that needy little pussy of yours not take it?”

Lance cupped my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding my hand on his crotch, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. I nodded slightly with a pout, closing my eyes in the pleasure. I eagerly parted my lips like an eager little slut for him, which Lance noticed, causing a shit eating grin to appear on his face.

“It’s okay if that’s what you need, little one. You can tell me.” He pushed his thumb in my mouth, biting his lower lip as I sucked on his digit obediently. I let my tongue glide up and down the length of his thumb, treating it as if it were his cock I was sucking on.

“Yes.” I whimpered out softly around his thumb, pressing my hand against his crotch harder as a soft grunt escaped his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at me expectantly as he waited for me to continue. “Please.”

“Such good manners, sweetheart.” He smirked in amusement at my cooperation. His eyes were blown out and full of lust as he nudged his thumb back into my mouth.

I welcomed him eagerly, my tongue laying flat against the pad of his thumb, my lips sucking around him with a hum.

“Such an eager little girl for your coach, aren’t you?” Lance’s tone dripped in sarcasm, something I usually fought back at. But I didn’t want it to end. I was far too invested in the feeling of his cock heavy against my hand.

My pussy juices had already started leaking down onto my leotard, clit throbbing at his filthy words. There was no denying Lance was fucking sexy. His perfect hair, chiseled jawline, glowy eyes, muscly body. How could I resist?

Lance pulled his thumb covered with my saliva from my mouth, looking into my eyes as he covered my lips with the wetness. I squeezed his cock harder than before, a strangled grunt leaving his lips before he smirked darkly down at me. He was high on the neediness he was drawing out of me.

His thumb travelled down my jaw and throat before his hand wrapped around my neck. I let out a little whine as Lance squeezed my neck lightly, my innocent sparkly eyes gazing up at him. I got lost in the overwhelming scent of his aftershave mixed with hair gel.

“You can have it, baby.” Lance spoke sweetly, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at me. It was as if he’d read my mind. I was desperate to feel his hot, hard cock against my bare hand. “Take what you need.”

Despite his instructions, I still looked up at him, asking for permission as my hands moved to the elasticated waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Lance rolled his eyes as he grew impatient, he was just as turned on as I was. He grabbed hold of my wrist with the hand that wasn’t around my neck.

I swallowed nervously, looking up to meet his darkened eyes. “I said take it.” He growled deeply, guiding my hand inside his pants. To no surprise, Lance had gone commando, my fingers coming straight into contact with his soft, hot skin.

I whimpered as he let go of my wrist, my head dropping to where my hand disappeared into his track pants. I bit my lip to muffle a moan, my fingers wrapping around his thick length. He was so soft, almost like velvet. His cock was heavy and throbbing under my touch.

My wetness felt like it was dripping down my thighs as I clenched around nothing, my pussy desperate to have him inside me.

Lance groaned as he watched me in awe of his cock, my thumb rubbing over his reddened tip. I thought about how full I would feel with him fucking into me, his rough hands on my waist as he impaled me on his cock.

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension building between my legs, but it barely helped. My pussy started to ache, a dull pain beginning to grow with my horny state.

Lance pulled his track pants away from his body, giving us both a clear view of his member. “Spit.” He instructed dominantly, my submissive side complying without hesitation. I spat down onto his cock, lubricating him as I pumped his length in my hand. I saw a small section of his tattoo that covered his crotch, secretly getting a thrill of knowing such a personal detail about him.

“So big.” I whimpered out weakly, desperate for sex. Lance’s eyes trailed down my body, noticing my pebbled nipple so evident through the thin leotard I wore.

He chuckled deviently, letting the elasticsted band snap back against his body. His hand moved away from my neck, unzipping the Olympic hoodie covering his torso.

He bucked up into my hand as he removed the jumper from his body, the short sleeved white polo hugged his muscular figure. He ran his hand through his perfectly placed hair before his hands went back to gripping the edge of the desk.

Lance’s eyes burned into my body as he bit his lip, unbelievably thankful that his plan to starve me of intimacy had worked out in his favour, just the way he’d planned.

Exactly the same as he was watching me now, Lance loved to watch me in the gymnasium. He paid special attention to the way my boobs jiggled so noticbly against my toned body. He noticed the tight material of the leotards hugging every crevice of my pussy. He noticed my ass stick out every time I stuck a landing. Oh, he’d noticed. He’d also noticed the way his cock reacted every time he did.

“C’mere.” He mumbled in a raspy voice, looking at me with nodded eyes as his fingers hooked into the leg opening on the leotard to pull me closer. I shuffled toward him, our chests almost pressing together as I stood between his thighs. I felt the movement of my hand pumping his cock hitting my lower tummy every time as his hand snaked around to my ass.

Lance pushed my long pony tail around to my back before cupping my cheek with his calloused fingers. He hissed as my hand fucked him, thighs flexing at the overwhelming sensation.

Lance leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that was so soft and yet had an overwhelming dominance to it. One that made me let out a whimper, craving to have him do it again. And he did.

I opened my mouth as my hand that was jerking him off picked up the pace. Lance ran his tongue over my lips before gently pushing it between my teeth teasingly. He let out a groan, his hand massaging my ass cheek.

“Listen carefully, baby.” Lance growled through clenched teeth, our kiss becoming sloppy as it deepened. My pussy throbbed as I imagined his cock fucking me, my spare hand feeling the muscles on his chest as I got lost in the moment. “I’m the only one who can have you. And I want you to come and tell me whenever that sweet little pussy gets needy. I’ll look after you, I promise.”

His words had my clit throbbing with lust, my hand pumping his cock hard as I felt it twitch, signalling he was almost at his climax. I nodded softly, desperately pecking his lips repeatedly as his hands spread my ass cheeks apart.

“But you’ve got to stop being a brat, okay?” Lance grunted irritably, remembering how argumentative I’d been with him earlier. “I hate seeing my favourite girl trying to act all bitchy and demanding. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Yes coach.” I whimpered submissively, moaning at the feeling of Lance’s fingers digging between my ass cheeks to massage my pussy. I bucked my hips forward, my clit nudging his shaft as my chest pushed against his.

“Good girl.” Lance moaned softly, looking down between our bodies at where his cock was touching my pussy. He pulled me closer roughly, both of my hands coming up to his shoulders to steady myself. His cock rested between our bodies, hard and needy for attention.

Lance’s fingers pushed the crotch of my leotard to the side, sliding effortlessly between my slick folds. “Lance.” I cried out softly, so sensitive from being kept pure for weeks. My hips bucked forward, my pelvis grinding against his length.

A shiver went through my body as my nipples rubbed against his chest through the material of our clothes.

“Listen to how wet you are for me,” He grunted in amusement, imagining my pussy wetting his dick. I closed my eyes, breathing shakily as I listened to his fingers pushing in and out of my hole with a squelching sound. “Fuck, my fingers are basically slipping out.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his needily, relaxing into his touch as I pushed my ass out for him. Lance smirked at my action, kissing me back as he gripped the base of his cock, angling it to nudge against my pussy.

“Fuck.” I moaned with a squeak, immediately rocking my hips forward to guide him between my folds. Lance slid his cock between my pussy lips, drenching himself in my wetness.

“Tell me what you need.” Lance growled, both hands on my hips as he glided my pussy up and down his cock, making me feel so good without being inside me.

“You.” I whimpered desperately, almost crying with frustration as I clung to his shoulders, looking down at where his thick length slid between my legs.

“You’ve got me,” Lance reminded me without hesitation, experimentally bucking his hips forward to meet my movements. I gasped at the feeling of his tip pushing against my entrance, my hand moving up to play with his groomed hair. “What do you need?”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out shakily, my head clouded by the building pleasure inside of me. I couldn’t think straight, I just knew what Lance was telling me. I needed a fuck, and he was going to be the one to do it. “Pound me. Hurt me. Take me. I don’t care, I just need you.”

Lance slapped my ass harshly, satisfied by my desperate state as he forced me to take a step back. “Bend over the desk.” He instructed with a deep voice, watching my bewildered state as I tried to clear my head.

I processed his demand and moved quickly, laying my body down on the tidy part of his desk, my ass on display for him. I rested on my elbows and turned my head to the side to look at Lance.

He pursed his lips together as he stood up straight, moving to stand directly behind me. My leotard was still pushed to the side, my pussy lips on display for him.

Lance didn’t hesitate to rub his tip against my entrance, my aching hole already having to stretch for him. I clawed at the desk, my back arching as I tried to wiggle his cock into me.

“Stop wiggling you little brat.” Lance growled, forcing my hips against the hard wood of his desk as he stepped forward, his shaft sliding a little more into me.

“But it hurts.” I whimpered with a pout, a hard ache in my clit from where it was pushed against the desk. Lance didn’t listen, my whine sending him into a world of euphoria.

His jaw clenched as he sheathed himself fully inside me, my tight walls restricting his movements. I let out a cry as I tried to take in his large size, feeling like I was being split in half.

“You still want a new coach, baby? You think someone else would take care of you like this?” Lance grunted, having the decency to still his hips inside of me while I adjusted. “Fucking say it.”

He used his right hand to smack my ass cheek harshly when I didn’t respond, errupting a loud whimper from me. “No, I want you coach.” I licked my lips, turning my head to the side as I look back at him. The movement made his dick impale me even deeper, my body weakening under his touch.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Tell me who I am.” Lance whispered, unable to stop his hips from beginning to fuck in and out of me. He’d tried to wait, but if he stayed still inside of my tight walls any longer, he would instantly cum.

I closed my eyes, biting my lip as Lance’s hips pressed further into me, his cock pushing against my tummy. I grip onto the edge of the table, clenching my pussy around him.

“Say it.” Lance demanded, his hand coming down to spank my ass harshly. I whimpered at the feeling, my hips jolting forward which made his cock move inside me. The pain of his hard length had began to subside, leaving me with a dull ache of need rather than soreness.

“You’re my coach.” I moaned out and rocked my hips back against him again, taking him by surprise as his hands grip my ass, pulling it harder against him.

Lance grunted in pleasure, his eyes fixed on watching his cock disappear between my ass cheeks. He pulled his hips back before pushing them forward, slowly starting to fuck me.

“Say it again.” He growled, his pace quickening as the feeling of my walls hugging his shaft had him twitching inside of me.

Lance pounded into me as I rocked my hips back against him as much as I could with his strong hands controlling my hips. I moaned in pure extacy, the slight pain of his rough fucking only had my pussy tingling with pleasure. “Coach.”

“Huh? Who am I? Say it louder, little one.” His degrading tone had me biting m lip, my tits rubbing against the hard wood of the desk with every thrust.

“Coach,” I cried as Lance leaned forward to push his chest against my back, giving him even more of a deeper angle. “My coach.”

I breathed out shakily, using all my strength to push up on my elbows, then onto my hands as I pressed my back against his chest even harder.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m your coach.” He moaned sexily, his hands moved up my sides to cup my boobs harshly. I felt his fingers dig into the material of my leotard, hearing a rip as I looked down, his strong grip ripping the material against my chest.

“Lance.” I whimpered with a slight annoyance, his hands cupping my bare boobs from where he’d torn my outfit as he continued to fuck into me.

He just scoffed at my whine with a smirk, tugging on my hardened nipples as my palms pressed flat into the surface of the desk to steady myself.

I could feel his cock deeper inside of me from this angle, the sound of our skin slapping together echoed through his office.

His breath tickled my neck, his length slamming in and out of me harshly as he fucked me on his desk. I whimpered at the angle, my clit nudging the edge of the table with every thrust.

My legs started to tingle as he fucked me into the table. I could feel my orgasm bubbling up inside of me, thighs clenching together for more friction.

“Leg up, baby.” Lance instructed, one of his hands coming down to smack my right thigh when I didn’t immediately do as I was told.

I liked the feeling of his cock rubbing between my pressed together thighs, his legs caging mine in. I didn’t want to change the angle, not when I was so close to my high.

“What, did I fuck you stupid or are you just being disobedient?” Lance growled angrily, not liking the fact that I challenged his dominance. I could feel the silky material of his pants press against my thighs where he’d been too lazy to take them off. “Listen to your coach, sweetie.”

I whimpered with a pout, sightly worried that he’d stop fucking me if I didn’t listen to him. I lifted my leg up, bending my knee to sit my calf under my thigh. I whimpered, my pussy still full cock his cock as he watched me squirm, his movements deepening with the new position.

I squeezed around his cock repeatedly, overwhelmed with pleasure. He was fucking right. No one else could make me feel as good as he could. I was his.

“Lance.” I cried out erotically with a moan, bouncing myself on his cock. Lance met my thrusts with small groans, my pussy lips dragging up and down his shaft with every movement.

“So fucking needy for your coach.” He grunted, jolting his hips back and forth aggressively. His pace quickened as slapping sounds of our bodies touching continued to fill the room.

“Am I right?” Lance’s hands gripped my hips, standing back up straight to get a better view of me. I whimpered and turn my head to face him, meeting the gaze of his eyes, his eyebrow arched as his lips parted. “Huh?”

“Yes.” I breathed out shakily as I clenched around his cock, his words still making me wet. His cock continued to pound in and out of me as I start circling my hips, causing us both to let out a moan.

“Who do you belong to?” Lance growled, pushing my chest down against the hard wood table by a hand on my shoulder. He kept his hand there, holding me down as he pounded into me.

“You, coach.” I complied with his questioning, arching my back as his hand holds my hip still, letting him take back full control as I am now unable to move.

“Say it.” He demanded, letting his head drop back as his mouth hangs open, almost completely exhausted.

“I’m yours.” I finally released the words he’d so desperately needed to hear. His pace quickened as he chased his high.

“I’m gunna cum.” His cock twitched at my words as he lets out a soft moan, his hips smashing against my ass as he took me from behind.

“Not inside me.” I cried out in a last sensible thought before closing my eyes as I felt my climax take over. I let out a loud moan, holding onto his hand that was on my hips as I rode out th hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck.” Lance grunted, ignoring my words as his hips jolted irraticly as he began losing control. “Take it.”

“Lance, fuck. Not inside me.” I moaned, clenching around his length as the throbbing between my legs began to subside, coming down from my high.

“Oh yeah,” His hand came up to my arm, forcefully tugging me to stand up, our bodies flush against each other. His hands dropped to dig into my hips, fucking my ass against his pelvis. “Gunna drench that needy pussy in my cum.”

I moaned softly, my sensitive pussy aching to feel his cum. But what if I got pregnant? So close to trials. I pushed my hand back against his hip, but Lance wouldn’t stop, he needed to cum inside me.

“Don’t panic, baby. Coach knows what you need, remember?” Lance breathed shakily as the overwhelming pleasure of his cum filling me up washed over him. He let out a moan, a soft grunt following as his thrusts come to a halt, finshing inside me.

“Fuck.” He panted, leaning his head back in a moment of bliss before he pulled his softening cock out of my pussy.

I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, our mixed juices running down the inside of my thigh as Lance tucked himself back into his pants. I quickly adjusted the crotch area of my leotard back into position.

“You gunna be less bratty now?” Lance asked sweetly, forcing me to face him as his finger came to hold my chin up, our eyes meeting.

“Yes, coach.” I answered dotingly, my eyes fucked out and glazed over as Lance licked his lips.

“There’s my good girl.” He spoke softly, eyes dropping to my lips before he planted a kiss on them.

“We’ll work on your new schedule starting tomorrow.” He snapped back into business mode, stepping away as he moved to grab the navy jumper which he’d previously discarded onto the desk. “You can have all the extra time in the gym you need, you just have to come and see me in my office before you do.”

Lance and I both knew he didn’t mean ‘see him in his office’. He meant come and suck me off. He meant let me fuck you like a whore. He meant that this was going to happen again. And my heart beamed with joy at thought.

“Yes coach.” I spoke obediently as he handed me his Olympic jumper, a frown of confusion covering my face. “Won’t people know we fucked or something if I go out wearing this?”

Lance shrugged, cocky as ever as a shit eating grin covered his face. “Up to you, Sweetie.” He leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms, just as he had done when we’d first entered. “But go out wearing that,” Lance gestured at my chest with his hand, and I suddenly realised he was referring to the gaping hole he’d created. “And they’ll definitely know.”

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smutsonian · 3 years

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a man for you

lance tucker x reader

summary: just a little drabble of lance being a sucker for you

warnings: err OOC lance?, cursing, not much really... not proofread.

word count: 968

a/n: first lance fic it’s kinda ehh

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You have no idea how or why but you always find the Lance Tucker trying to get in your pants. Actually, it’s not really a surprise because the guy lives to get his dick wet by every hole he encounters. What you can’t understand is why he’s so hell-bent on you. Maybe it’s got to do with the guy’s huge ego. He probably can’t accept the fact that he can be rejected by anyone. It just so happens to be by you.

“For the last time, Tucker, and get this through your thick skull. I. Don’t. Want. To. Go. Out. With. You.” You glared at him with each word, speaking as if it was a toddler you’re talking to. Not that Tucker is far from being a kid…

“Come on, sweet cheeks… Why not? I’ll treat you right! I promise!” Lance almost begs. You would’ve acknowledged the butterflies you felt but knowing him, he’s just saying that so he can finally get to your cunt. That’s why you chose to ignore the thumping of your heart.

“Whatever, Lance…” You roll your eyes, turning around to leave the guy alone before feeling a soft tug on your arm, guiding you to face the gymnast once more.

“You just called me Lance.” He sports a huge grin as he stares at you with those gorgeous sparkling eyes.

You scoff at him before pulling your arm away from his hold. “And what about it?” You cross your arms in front of you in hopes of calming your abnormally beating heart. It wasn’t supposed to be beating like that. And for Tucker?!

He continues to stare at you with that shit-eating grin which only annoyed you more so you let out another huff before rolling your eyes once more and turning to walk away but only to be stopped by him again.

“Ohh come oonn!” He whined with a teasing smile. “Don’t tell me that you can’t feel a connection here!” He waves a finger between the both of you before licking his lips. You had to control yourself not to stare at his lips because Lord knows how that’ll boost his already inflated ego.

“Not really. Did you land on your head? You’re obviously out of your mind, Tucker.” You snarked, glaring at him with all the hatred you can muster.

He raises both hands in surrender before letting out a laugh. “Guess we’re back to Tucker then…” He mumbles before shaking his head in disappointment. He looks at you, something different flashing in his eyes.

“Think about it, Y/N… Please. For me?” He almost looked desperate and hopeful but you brushed it off. Must be one of his moves.

“You think I’ll do favors for you?” You let out a humorless chuckle before shaking your head, earning a surprised look from the gymnast. His eyes are wide as he gawked at you, almost like he’s flushed or guilty.

“No. No, no, no! It’s not like that at all! Fuck…” He mumbles under his breath before looking back at you. “I just wanna take you out on a real date, Y/N. I swear.” He places one palm on his chest while the other is held up to symbolize his promise.

You find yourself actually thinking about his proposal before Hope’s words swirl its way to your mind.

Tucker is a fucker that is up to no good. Stay away from him. You know what he did to me. You know what he did to every single person around him. He’ll do it to you. It’s his fucking hobby. Watch out for that fucker.

“You say that to all the girls you fuck?” You smile bitterly at him, praising yourself in your head at the surprised look that sported his face. The pride in you left when you saw him sporting an amused smile.

“You calling me a man whore?” He smirks at you and you huff at him. Is he proud of that? Of course, he is.

“I never called you a man.” You deadpan and his face falls quickly as he sported that smirk from before. His lips formed into a thin line before he nods defeatedly.

“Okay. I get it… I know I don’t have a great reputation when it comes to…” He stares at you awkwardly before continuing. “But please give me a chance. I know you don’t have to. I just… I really like you, Y/N. I genuinely like you and this is not some ploy or trick to get into your pants, not that I wouldn’t want to but I’m just saying that it would be—” He stops rambling as he sees your harsh glare on him. He clears his throat before smiling at you. “I really like you, Y/N. No games, no tricks.” He walks closer to you before carefully reaching for your hands, waiting if you’d pull away. He envelopes your hands with his huge ones when you didn’t show restraint. He brings it towards his face before looking back at you with his glossy eyes.

“Just one chance and I promise you, I’d back off if you don’t enjoy this date.” He waits for your reaction, almost jumping in joy when you gave the slightest nod ever. You even thought you heard him squeal in excitement and you couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh.

He stares at you before smiling widely. “You won’t regret it, sweet cheeks!” He kisses your cheeks before pulling away.

“I know I might not be a man in your eyes… or to anyone’s eyes at all but…” He takes a deep breath before kissing your knuckles sweetly and you didn’t even try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach anymore.

“I’ll be the best man I can ever be for you.”

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I don’t actually care for anything unless it’s about Sebastian Stan.

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It’s Been A While [1/3]

Summary: After not seeing your friends for months you agree to attend a bowling night. You didn’t know that Lance would be there. After not seeing him in years, you’re surprised when every interaction takes a less than innocent turn.

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, mild sexting

A/N: I barely remember writing this… No tags since this is a reblog. The second part will contain smut.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You couldn’t believe you were talked into this. Standing in the middle of the crowded bowling alley searching for friends you hadn’t seen in months. Like it would help. Hope was five feet nothing, her personality altogether too big for such a tiny body. You scanned the crowd until you found Ben. Pushing through the teenagers and half-cut adults, you finally reached them.

“Hope! Hey!” you called out to her. Still unsure of how she convinced you to be here.

“There you are! Fucking took you long enough!”

“Yeah, yeah, are you guys all that showed up?”

“Tucker’s supposed to be here. Didn’t sound too excited but agreed to come. I swear you’re the only person in high school who didn’t see him as a total douche.”

“He was always nice to me in high school.” you shrugged.

“That’s because he wanted to bone you.” she rolled her eyes, and looked back at the screen in front of her.

“Who knows how long he’ll be ‘fashionably’ late. Do you just want to start without him? Get some drinks, some nachos?” Ben asked.

“Yes! Please! I’m STARVING!” your stomach growled at the same time and you were thankful that the music was loud enough that nobody could hear it.

Hope ignored you as she queued up the game. She never had to pay for anything in this town, and you suspected that she probably dropped Lance’s name as a safety net, although she would never admit it.

“Hope?”

“Huh?”

“The names.. You have Y/N, Hope, Twitchy and Fucker.”

“And?”

“And nothing.. I guess..” Ben came back with food and a round of drinks.

“Really Hope?” he asked, She placed her focus on the nachos.

“What?”

“Never mind..”

“Well, well well. There you guys are.” You would recognize that voice anywhere. Turning around you met his eyes, unashamedly looking him up and down. He always looked so damn good. His hair was perfectly styled. He was wearing dark jeans and a form fitting white tee. It hugged his torso, perfectly showing off his toned physique. Somehow his blue eyes still sparkled in the dim lighting of the bowling alley.

“Hi, Lance.” You smiled before pulling him into a hug. “Long time no see.”

“It has been a while hasn’t it Y/N.” his eyes looked you up and down. “You look good. Still dating whatshisname? I don’t see him.”

“No, no. That’s long over.” Your high school boyfriend had seemed like a dream. Turned out he was the exact opposite, and you were relieved he was no longer in the picture.

“I’d like to say sorry, but that guy was a fucking bum. You can obviously do better.” he winked and you felt your face flush.

“Are you fucking done with the low-level flirting?” Hope’s voice cut in. “We have a game to play.” she grabbed a bowling ball and handed it to you. Walking up to the lane you could feel eyes burning into you. Glancing over your shoulder sure enough, Lance’s head was tilted, obviously staring at your ass. You gave your technique a little more bend before tossing the ball into what would be the first strike of the night.

You had round, after round, after round of drinks with Hope. Ben and Lance only had one or two, as they were driving for the evening. When it came down to leaving, Ben loaded Hope into their car and said goodnight, before Lance practically dragged you to his, insisting that you couldn’t drive. He was probably right.

It was a quiet drive to your place. Your drunk mind filled with filthy thoughts of what you’d like to do to the man sitting next to you. You would be shocked at yourself but you figured it was an alcohol infused haze that you would snap out of come morning. It didn’t help that he smelled amazing. He dropped you off and insisted that you exchange numbers before he would leave. You gave him your number, thanked him for getting you home safely and entered your home more than ready to get to sleep.

Right before you fell asleep however, you heard your phone ding from beside your bed. Rolling over you saw it was from an unfamiliar number.

Y/N, it was great seeing you again! Maybe we could hang out sometime? Catch up? Let me know. -LT

You smiled in spite of yourself, vowing to only message him in the morning when you could think straight, and when your sinful thoughts had hopefully left your mind.

You woke up the next day feeling right as rain. You always remembered to eat while drinking and also to drink water before bed. A hangover was never something you wanted and so you made sure to take responsibility for your actions. Stretching, you picked up your phone and remembered last night.

Lance had been so good with you. You knew that him messaging you was probably all sex-related, but you couldn’t help but smile at the message. You typed out a quick reply that ‘of course, it was great seeing you too’ before carrying on with your day.

Halfway through the day you got a call from Hope asking if you wanted to meet her and Ben at a local coffee shop. You agreed, thinking it would be good to get out of the house. When you arrived to the coffee shop you were surprised to see Lance also sitting at the table along side your friends.

“There you are! Did you fucking get lost? What took you so long?” Hope questioned as you slid into the seat across from her and Ben, beside Lance.

“I’m sorry, I left work late and there was traffic..” You stared down at the spot left for you. There was a brownie and a London Fog tea latte sitting there waiting. You looked up, confused.

“Oh, I remembered that’s what you always ordered in High School.” Lance spoke. “I hope it’s still the same!” He chuckled.

“It is. My favourite. How did you know?” You never actually ever sat for coffee with him before now.

“Oh, through the grapevine.” He looked confident as ever. You found that you couldn’t look him in the eye. Every time you did heat pooled in your stomach and you felt a stirring in your core that you hadn’t experienced in some time.

“Is that so?” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He visibly gulped.

“Yeah.” was the only word he got out before Hope took over the conversation. Lance had always been a touch overly friendly with you and for some reason seeing him after all of this time had sparked something in you. You reached out and took a piece of the brownie, popping it into your mouth as Hope drawled on about something that happened at the gym that day. After swallowing the bite you took your thumb to your lips and sucked the excess chocolate off, letting your thumb go with a ‘pop’.

Lance’s eyes were glued to you the whole time. Piece after piece you repeated the same actions. After the last bite of the brownie you let out an audible moan and watched from your peripheral vision as he shifted in his seat.

“Oh my fuck Y/N when was the last time you treated yourself? I’ve never seen anybody down a brownie like that. Jesus.” Hope said. “I sure as shit hope that you were listening to me that whole time.”

“I was Hope, I promise. I just haven’t tasted anything so sweet in a while.” you responded, slowly licking your lips. Lance shifted again in his seat beside you.

“Well, we should really get going. Got a lot of lessons on the books tomorrow.” Ben spoke up, trying to avoid the sexual tension that was becoming more and more evident in the room. The couple left rather abruptly and Lance offered to walk you to your car.

You let him walk with you and turned to look at him once you got to the car. He was standing closer than you expected, eyes boring into you.

“It’s been really great catching up with you Lance! I don’t know if I ever said it, but seriously congrats on your medals.That’s amazing. I know you know it, but you’re an amazing athlete. Your dedication is astounding.”

“Thank you. That means a lot. Really. I know we weren’t super close in school, but I always respected your opinion.” You smiled at his words. Part of you expected he was just lying because he wanted something from you. Part of you didn’t care. He looked fucking amazing standing under the moonlight, bent slightly over your smaller frame. Blue eyes shining. His hair wasn’t perfectly styled tonight, it was slightly loose, framing his face, but not too wild, tamed after years of being gelled into place. You stared at one another for a moment before he began to lean in.

When his lips touched yours electricity ran through your veins. The kiss was rough and needy. You knew it was partly from your teasing for the last few hours. His lips were soft and moved against yours in a way that you’ve never felt before. It was as if he knew your next move before you did. He pulled you further into his grasp, leaning both of you against the side of your car. When he slightly ground his hips into yours you gasped, and he slipped his expert tongue into your mouth. He dragged your bottom lip between his teeth, eyes making contact with yours before pulling back slightly to catch some air.

You both stood staring at one another, for what seemed like eternity. Chests heaving, eyes never leaving each other. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. You reached out to grab his shirt at the same time he reached for your hair. His lips met yours again in a fury. You let out an unintentional moan when you felt his hard length move against your core as he pressed his body further into yours, need evident.

Before it could go any further you were startled by the sound of your phone.

“Don’t answer it.” he said, breathlessly, wanting the moment to continue and not stop.

“It’s my Mom, I have to.” you responded, suddenly hating that you lived at home and were constantly treated like a child. He let you go and pulled back, trying to straighten himself out and even his breath. “Sorry, Lance. I have to go. my Mom- she’s uh..”

“I get it. You still live at home. You have responsibilities.” he nodded, looking like he was trying to convince himself over me.

“I would really like to continue this another day.” You curled your hand around his neck and brought his lips to yours once more. His hands immediately went to your hips and he was kissing you back like his life depended on it. You pulled away, opening your car door. He waved to you, slightly in a daze, and you drove away, wishing the night had ended differently.

When you got home you jumped into a nice cool shower, hoping to bring your temperature down a little bit. Lance had inspired a spike in body heat and it wasn’t going down unsatisfied. You were content in the shower, using your phone as a radio when you heard a ding. Leaning out of the shower you saw that it was Lance who was messaging you, again.

I’m.. I can’t believe tonight Y/N. It wasn’t my intention, but Fuck.. You’re amazing.

You’re not too bad yourself ;)

What are you doing right now? Can you get away?

I’m in the shower. I can’t go anywhere right now. And as much as I’d like to,..

You’re in the shower?

Yes, so I can’t keep texting! I’m getting water everywhere!

…So you’re all wet then?

In more ways than one ;)

Your phone started ringing. You thought that last text was a little risky, not usually being so straightforward, but the phone rang three times before a string of texts came in. You finished up your shower before settling in bed to read the messages.

Answer your phone, you’re killing me.

Y/N.

Fucking tease.

I’m picking you up tomorrow night. 8pm. We’re going to have a little chat.

Is that fine?

What could you possibly be doing that you can’t send me a fucking ‘k’ or something back?

Sorry Tuck.. my hands were a little busy.. tomorrow night. 8pm. Gotcha. I’ll be ready.

Busy doing what?

Y/N!

Oh my fucking god..

He tried calling you one more time before he gave up. Teasing him was far too easy. You couldn’t wait to see what was in store for you tomorrow. Thinking about him made your core ache. Oh the things you heard he could do…

Part Two

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Lance Tucker x Fem!Reader - Valentine's Day Fic

Prompt – I can’t stay away from you.

Warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, Lance Tucker is a warning himself. Let me know if I have missed anything. 18+ only. Please do not interact if you are underage. You will be blocked.

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Word Count: 1542

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You knew getting involved with Lance Tucker would be something you would come to regret. Hope Ann Gregory being the main person to warn you away from him. He had a kid with one the gymnasts he coached and let’s be honest, probably more kids with other women. Of course, you had to ignore everyone’s warnings of him. You never intended to fall in love with him.

You knew that there was nothing special between you and Lance. Sex between the two of you was a form of stress relief. A moment to forget real life and responsibilities. Until it wasn’t.

You caught feelings for the Olympic Gymnast. Even though you knew you weren’t the only one he was fucking. The first time you realised that you loved him, you cried yourself to sleep. The pain prominent in your chest at the idea that you loved someone who would never love you back. You decided to keep your feelings to yourself.

You kept up your little arrangement with Lance, thinking that if you couldn’t have him in the way you wanted him, you could at least keep fucking him. Two or three times a week you would find yourself in his bed after receiving his texts of a few words.

After some time, you knew that you couldn’t keep it going. You feelings were growing stronger and stronger. Eventually you decided to end your little arrangement. Initially, you had never intended to tell Lance of your feelings but in the end, you wished that you had never gotten involved with him in the first place.

Going to his home you knocked on the door. The house always intimidated you. You thought It was way to big for one person. However, you supposed that he had to have somewhere to house his ego. Eventually the front door opened only to reveal a half-naked woman.

“Can we help you?” She questioned abruptly with an annoyed expression on her face.

“Is uh Lance here?” You asked. Just as a half-naked Lance came to the door. He looked at you and quickly moved the woman out of the way, sending her back to his bedroom.

“Y/N. is there something you need, or do you care to join us?” he asked with a smug smirk on his face.

“Sorry, now’s obviously not a good time so I’ll make this quick.” You took a deep breath. “I’m not going to be coming here anymore.” You announced. Lance didn’t even say anything to start with. He just answered with a shrug. You couldn’t help the way your face fell at his lack of interest.

You knew he wouldn’t love you, but you didn’t think he was completely devoid of any emotion. “Sorry did you want me to say something?” He asked when he saw the look on your face. “You were just a lay Y/N, easily replaceable.” You nodded once at his statement before turning to leave. Just to add salt to your already stinging wound he ended with. “It’s not like I ever loved you either.”

You knew at that moment your feelings were one sided and you completely broke. Getting back to you car you started the engine and drove. As soon as you were out of sight you pulled over and broke down in tears.

It had now been a year since you had last seen him. The last you saw him still lingered in your memory. Someone from work had asked you out on a date for Valentine’s day and you accepted. You hadn’t been dating anyone since you little arrangement with Lance, but you didn’t want to spend Valentine’s day alone. Worst case scenario, you don’t go out with the guy again.

Wearing a modest but flattering red dress with red lipstick and heels to match, you entered the restaurant with your date. After being seated, the two of you looked at the menu and settled into a pleasant conversation. You had to admit there was no spark. You had mentally decided halfway through dinner that you wouldn’t see him again, but he was kind enough that you knew he would understand.

Just before you ordered dessert, you saw the one person you never wanted to see again. Lance Tucker. He had a blonde woman on his arm, and he sat down two tables away from yours. For some reason you couldn’t stop looking over at them. It had been a year since you had seen him last, and he hadn’t changed.

You date saw how distracted you looked and coughed to get your attention.

“Ex-boyfriend?”

“Not quite.” You answered honestly. He just nodded. You tried to focus on the rest of the evening but with Lance sitting barely out of earshot, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

“Look, I can see that you are distracted. Why don’t we end the night here and rule this date as a partially successful one?” Your date asked.

You sighed. “I’m sorry.” You apologised.

“It’s okay Y/N. Just a piece of advice. Don’t dwell on someone who potentially doesn’t want you. Your too good for that.” He stood up and left the restaurant after calling someone so he can pay his half of the check.

You took a deep breath before looking over at Lance one more time. This time you were met with his piercing blue eyes. Standing up, you quickly left, not in the mood to be humiliated by him yet again, this time in a public place.

Unfortunately for you, Lance followed you out, leaving his date, if that’s what she was, sitting alone on Valentine’s day.

“Y/N. Y/N wait.” You heard Lance behind you along with footsteps going fairly quickly. Yu didn’t even try to run away, knowing that he would catch up to you.

“What do you want Lance?” You turned around to face him

“I didn’t mean what I said last year. You’re not replaceable.”

“Is that supposed to be an apology?”

“Its not a great one but yes.” You looked at him in disbelief.

“And why am I supposed to believe you? I get that you didn’t have any feelings for me, but you didn’t have to be so cruel. A simple ‘I’ll see you around’ would have sufficed.” Your saw an unknown emotion cross over his face.

He didn’t say anything else, but he leaned forward. Just as his lips were about to brush over yours you moved your head away.

“I can’t do this Lance.” You went to turn away, but he cupped your face.

“Y/N..”

“You made it clear that you don’t do relationships Lance and I no longer just fuck around.”

“Y/N. I want to change. I can’t live without you. I tried but I can’t.” This time when he leant in you let him kiss you. Your brain was screaming at you not to trust him. But you couldn’t help it. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you needed him.

Before you knew it, you were back at your apartment, completely intoxicated by Lance as you stripped each other naked. You made it to your bedroom really quickly before you pushed Lance onto your bed.

You knew that he liked to take charge, but tonight was going to be different. You quickly climbed on top of him, completely skipping foreplay. You grabbed him and gathered some of your slick on him before you sank down on his cock. Both of you sighed in relief.

You bounced on top of him, your hands on his chest to support yourself while his hands rested on you hips. Leaning forward you pressed an open-mouthed kiss on his mouth and then sucked on his tongue.

The sounds were utterly filthy. Skin slapping together and the wetness squelching. If you hadn’t been so in the moment, then you would have been embarrassed. You suddenly felt dizzy as Lance flipped the pair of you over. He leaned over you as he started rutting into harder then before. You gripped onto his shoulders as you cried out in pleasure.

You soon felt your release creeping up on you so you oved your hand down to you clit and started rubbing. Lance saw this and swatted your hand away. He quickly replaced it with his and brought you to your orgasm. Not long after you felt him release inside of you. Feeling Lance soften inside of you, you prompted him to pull out.

He rolled to his side and pulled you to his chest. Both of you were breathing heavily and completely worn out. Nether of you said anything for a while before you spoke up.

“Who was the blonde?” Lance looked confused for a minute before recognition came over his face.

“A date for Valentine’s day. She got dumped by her boyfriend last minute, so I agreed to take her out. When she saw me looking over at you constantly she told me to talk to you.”

You hummed at his statement before closing you eyes. You hear him say ‘I love you’ just before you drift off to sleep. There’s a lot to work on between the two of you and you know that but you finally feeling content for the first time in over a year.

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Keep Me In Your Heart

Summary: Some things are too beautiful to be preserved in pictures. These things are meant to be captured in your heart instead.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word Count: 2,051

Warnings: Literally none. So much fluff

From a young age, you had had a knack of noticing things that others couldn't. When someone would look at a bowl of chopped fruit, they would think about eating it. When you would look at it, your eyes would take in the vivid coloration, the random scattering of the pieces, the pale white ceramic of the bowl, and how that simple bowl presented itself as a piece of art.

It came as no surprise when you decided to pursue a career in photography. To you, everything in the world had art hidden inside it in a crevice somewhere, waiting to be discovered. You had made it your job to find all the art in the world and showcase it in the best way you could. Too much beauty went unseen every day, overshadowed by the war, blood and screams of the hurt and the injured. People needed to see the beautiful things in life, to be reminded that life was worth living.

Eventually, it was all your eyes looked for. When you would walk down the street, your eyes would always halt at different locations on different items. The colors, the symmetry, or even the asymmetry, whatever you would find fascinating, you would capture. The photos would go on your blog, or if they were personal enough, you would keep them for yourself.

It wasn't long before people began noticing your work. Soon enough, you had companies reaching out to you for sponsors, and promotions. Your career was taking off, and you couldn't be happier. It was something you were passionate about, something you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. Work never seemed like work to you anymore. It was your life, a life you were completely content with.

It was just like any other day today. The cafe you had stopped to have breakfast in was bustling with people. It was located in a beautiful area of New York, and you could almost feel your veins buzzing with the excitement of the opportunities that Manhattan presented to you. You placed your camera on the table before you after giving your order to the waitress, rifling through your bag for a different, more suitable lens. You were humming a tune you had heard on the radio that morning and couldn't get out of your head. When your breakfast was placed before you, you looked up to give the waitress a grateful smile.

You were just about to dig in when your eyes caught the booth in the opposite corner of the cafe, next to the window. Your breath hitched at the sight, stilling, feeling your heart beat rise the longer you stared.

You didn't know how you hadn't seen him yet, how he hadn't been the first thing your eyes had rested on. There was a certain radiance about him, a magnetism that seemed to pull you in. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding, eyes scanning the air around him.

It was the perfect setting. The light from the window fell over his face as delicately as his eyelashes brushed against his skin. Skin that looked soft, mostly smooth apart from the thick beard across his jaw. A single strand of hair fell over his face then, catching on his eyelashes as he lowered his head to take a sip from his coffee cup.

Your hand unconsciously flitted over the table before you, trying to find your camera without taking your eyes off the specimen before you. Your hands automatically moved over it, flicking the switch on and raising the camera to your eyes. A click sounded when you snapped a photo, but you didn't stop. In quick succession, you snapped a few more, switching the man's placing in the frame with each click. Before you could lower the camera, he looked up eyes looking straight at you through the lens. You snapped another picture.

The camera lowered quickly, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks when the man smirked in amusement, lips curling upward in a sweetly sensual way. You cleared your throat and smiled sheepishly, embarrassed beyond belief. You turned to your food that had already lost half its warmth by then, placing your camera on the table. You could still feel his gaze burning holes in your body, and you wanted to vanish right then.

What the hell? You had never photographed anyone without permission, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. But now you had just snapped multiple photos of an unaware man. Unable to help yourself, you stood up, grabbing your camera and walking to where the man sat with his coffee.

He seemed surprised that you had approached him, but his face remained open and kind. He didn't look like someone who had just had his privacy invaded. Instead, he projected a warm, inviting vibe.

“I'm sorry about that.” You gestured behind you. “I swear, I'm not a stalker. I'm a photographer. I shouldn't have taken pictures without asking. I can delete them if you want?”

The man chuckled and shook his head. “May I see them?”

You nodded, taking a seat next to him when he scooted over and gestured for you to sit. You turned on the little screen to show him the newly snapped pictures, watching his face as he clicked through them.

Up close, he was even more breathtaking. His eyes were a brilliant crystal blue, almost verging on a stormy grey. His hair reflected chocolate against the sun rays, and there was a minute scattering of freckles over his skin. It only made him look even more heavenly. Someone flawed, yet so perfect.

He smiled at you, making you blink and jolt out of your trance.

“These are very good.” He complimented. “You have a good eye for choosing surroundings.”

You let out a surprised laugh, staring at him incredulously. “The surroundings? I'm amazed you noticed that when the main focus is so captivating.”

You were flirting, you knew that. And he probably did as well, with the way his smile widened and his head tilted, studying you.

You shifted a bit under his gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Should I delete them?” You ask, gesturing to the camera still in his hands.

He shook his head, handing it to you. “No. Keep them. There's an energy about them that I can't quite place. Would be a shame if you deleted them.”

You rested your elbow on the table, placing your chin on your open palm and smiling. “A shame indeed.”

He laughed a bit, looking away for a brief second. His precious smirk and smoldering stare had been a sight, but his shy demeanor and short laughs made him even more endearing. You could tell he wasn't good with compliments, and that gave you an urge to just compliment him even more.

“Thank you, though.” You added, fiddling with the camera in your lap. “Would you mind if I put one on my blog? You can say no, that's totally fine too.”

He shook his head. “I don't mind at all. But maybe you can have dinner with me sometime in return?”

You blinked, eyebrows raising before a giggle escaped you. You felt a giddy feeling spread in your chest as you nodded. “I would love that.”

He offered his hand, then. “Sebastian.”

You shook it, feeling your skin buzz where it met his. His palm was soft and warm, and you wished you could just hold it forever. “Y/N.”

………….

There was something almost magical about Sebastian Stan.

His features reminded you of beauty described in books written about vintage times. Symmetrical, sculpted to perfection. A sloping nose, high cheekbones, strong jaw, pink lips that would part in wonder. His eyelashes sweeped over his cheeks, eyes so clear, so blue, yet so filled with millions of untold stories. Sebastian was created by the gods, yet his most fascinating trait was the millions of secrets hidden in his eyes.

You would watch him, completely in awe as he would talk, telling you a new story he had just remembered and wanted to share with you. Your camera would be long forgotten, because moments like these were made only to be captured by your mind. You didn't want to frame them in a picture, you wanted to ingrain them in your brain.

For years whenever you looked at something, your initial response would be to peer at it through a lens and snap a picture. It was an instinct that had become part of your daily life. But now you realized that not all art was meant to be preserved. Some was just meant to be enjoyed. That was what made art so captivating. It's uncertainty. It's unreliable sustenance. Art was fleeting, and that's what made it art.

Sebastian was art.

You wanted to look at him all day. You wanted to memorize the miniscule bumps of his skin and the pinpricks of brown stubble on his jaw. You wanted to remember the caramel in his hair when the sun hit it just right. He was yours. He wasn't your camera’s. Sebastian was for your eyes only.

Soon, you learned other ways to memorize him. You let your hands map out the crevices of his skin that your eyes had missed. You let your fingertips feel his heartbeat as they rested over his pulse. You let your lips move against his own, reveling in their softness. Your ears, perking up at the sound of his laugh, and your breaths, inhaling him like he was air.

There were other ways to capture art than the superficial, and Sebastian taught you every single one.

He taught your heart to beat just a little faster when he was near you. Your breath to hitch when he looked at you. Your stomach to flutter when he smiled at you. The hair on your arms to stand up when he touched you.

It was Sebastian who taught you to love art the way it should truly be loved.

“What're you thinking about?” His breath was warm as it tickled your neck, making you smile. You didn't open your eyes. With Sebastian, it was all about feeling. You didn't need to look at him to know how beautiful he was.

“You.” You replied, content with his weight on your side, his face buried in your neck. You felt him shake as he laughed, lips pressing against your skin briefly before he shifted, making you finally open your eyes and look at him.

“What about me?”

You ran a hand over his bare arm, tracing his skin. “How much I love you.”

Sebastian’s smile was soft, body still pliant against you. He pressed his lips to your jaw, letting them linger there for a bit before he turned.

“I got something today.” He declared, shuffling around in the bedside drawer. You waited patiently for him to show you, eyebrows raising in surprise when he held the object out.

“A Polaroid camera?” You asked, making him nod. He shuffled upwards, using his unoccupied arm to turn you both so he was flat on his back and you were on your side. Instinctively, you wrapped an arm around his bare torso.

“Smile.” He said, making you giggle and grin. The click of the camera signaled the photo being taken. You watched as the picture came out, watching patiently as your grinning faces became clearer on the Polaroid.

You couldn't help your smile as you watched Sebastian trace a thumb over your face in the picture, your tired but tranquil smile, eyes only half open, pressed to his side and face right next to his own. His smile was just as wide as yours.

“Now you'll have me with you forever.”

You smiled, turning so your face was buried in his neck, inhaling his scent and suddenly hyper aware of every part where your body touched his.

“I already have you with me forever.” You stated, taking his hand and placing it just over your heart, watching him smile as he felt your heart pound against your chest, still excited to be with him, still as breathless as that first day in the cafe.

He didn't reply verbally. He only leaned in to press his lips gently to yours.

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