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vellicore · 10 months

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FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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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.”

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chrisdrysdale · 2 years

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day 18 handcuffs with lance tucker

+18s only kinktober masterlist

A/N: fuck this took a really dark turn after lmao 355 words

“C’mere baby” he growled as you backed away giggling. “Lance! Nooo! Stop!”. He chased you down with the handcuffed you to the lower bar, pressing you up against you. “Gonna let me fuck you in this gym baby?” You smirked “yes daddy”

You guys had just gotten back from a very drunk date, where at the end of it, Lance slowly slid a pair of sliver handcuffs onto the table. You giggled before leaving and this is how you ended up here.

He flipped the skirt of your pretty black skirt up and ripped your panties off. “Oh baby.. so wet” he spanked your ass and then your clit making you moan loudly. He pushed two of his fingers in, in one quick thrust. “Oh my god daddy yes!” you squealed, falling forward. After a few more thrusts he pulled his fingers out and slammed your cock in, you gripping the bar for balance.

Lance groaned and grabbed onto your hips making you smack up against his hips* “My good girl..Fuck! Such a good girl”

You held onto the pole and arched your back into him, biting your bottom lip to hide the moans which made Lance grab your chin and squeeze. “Oh baby.. don’t hide those pretty moans from daddy”

He spanked you softly, making you moan louder. ''That's it good girl'' He rocked his hips faster. ''Gonna cum all over daddy's cock?'' ''Yes daddy gonna cum!!'' Lance began slamming in and out of you at an impossible speed, you clenched hard around him as you came, pressing your face against the cool pole, as he kept pounding into you.

As Lance came he groaned loudly in your ear, practically falling against you, sliding both of you to the ground, with you still cuffed to the pole. He kissed your temple and stood back up. ''Alright love, see you in the morning''

You whipped your head around to him, tugging on the cuffs. ''WHAT?!''

''I said, I'll see you tomorrow.'' You began to panic as Lance headed towards the door. ''Lance don't you do this'' he smirked and walked out the door locking it. You laid against the metal bar the whole night, getting about 2 minutes sleep. You regained hope when the lights switched on the door unlocked. You saw Lance first and anger filled your body but suddenly changed to fear when you saw the Under 25s male gymnastics teams walk in. ''There she is boys.. that's for those medals. She's all yours''

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#lance tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance the fucker tucker #lance tucker x fem!reader #the bronze #kinktober 2022 #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan #clo&bellaskinktober #cloudy&bellaskinktober

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holylulusworld · 2 months

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Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

#bucky barnes #lloyd hansen #dean winchester #sam winchester #andy barber #ari levinson #jake jensen #steve rogers #lance tucker #lee bodecker #walter marshall #Traders of love (lust) masterlist #smut #multifandom #reacher #sam wilson

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Non Marvel One-shots - SS Characters

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Nick: Ice Sculpture 🩸

Nick Fowler x Spoiled Sugar-baby Reader for my 500 follower celebration

Looking for fun 🍆

A Lance Tucker x Escort Reader one shot for the Aphrodite's Manor Challenge

Things that go bump in the night 😭🍆🌑🩸

Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood and Nick Fowler x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 14)

Give you hell 🍆

Lance Tucker x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 17)

Looking for fun What if… AU 🍆

Escort Lance Tucker x Bored Trophy Wife reader

Satin and Lace for my lover 🌶

Nick Fowler x Bratty Sugar Baby reader - for my 1k Follower Celebration

Kiss it better 😭🍆🩸

Nick Fowler x Private Contractor Fem!Reader - for @flordeamatista's Loveeeeeee Song Writing Challenge

#sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan character fanfiction #lance tucker #jefferson #lee bodecker #charles blackwood #nick fowler

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starryevermore · 3 years

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going for gold ✧ lance tucker & stucky

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inspired by: this conversation with @rebelemilu

pairing: stucky x fem!reader x lance tucker

summary: when you go to the olympics, it’s not the competition you’re excited for—no, all that fills your mind are the three men who can’t wait to destroy you.

word count: 2,641

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap between lance and reader/stucky (all over 18 but just know that lance is older than the others since he previously competed and is now a coach), implied threesome, explicitly described foursome, protected sex, oral (m & f receiving), anal, double penetration, pet name (princess), not proofread, probably sucks

singing their praises (sequel)

Coming to the Olympics had been your dream since childhood, ever since your momma first brought you in for your first gymnastics lesson. You’d flourished, she always told you, doing somersaults and cartwheels all around the other kids who showed up. Even your coach knew you were brilliant. You were quickly brought in for private lessons, starting competing early on.

By the time you were old enough for school, it was decided that you’d be homeschooled so that you could spend every moment practicing for the day that you could one day represent the United States. You never thought, though, that all of that work would make you eligible for your second Olympic Games, though.

You supposed you owed a lot of it to your coach, former member of the men’s team and gold medalist Lance Tucker. He had been...particularly dedicated to your training regimen. He took up coaching for you just before your first Olympics, saying that a shining star like you needed to be under the guidance of a coach who knew his way around the floor. Your momma, well, she knew that this wasn’t an offer you just pass by.

She helped move you out to LA so you could be at his gym full time, swearing that he would make you someone America could never forget. And after the first games? When you brought home not one, not two, not three, but four gold medals among the countless other accolades you’d received? Oh, it was a happy day. And Coach Tucker, well, he made sure that you celebrated til dusk turned to dawn.

And now it was your second games, and you were walking out during opening ceremony with your fellow competitors. You were beaming as you and your team, who you considered your sisters, walked out. You looked around at the other American Olympians, sending them smiles and silent well wishes, hoping that your country could bring home plenty of medals. You weren’t typically a patriotic person but, when it came to competition, you did enjoy being Number One. And what better way to prove that than during the Olympics?

“Hey, look,” one of your teammates, Aisha, whispered, nudging you in the arm.

You whipped your head around, following her gaze. “What?”

“Those two over there,” she whispered. “Those two, the boxer and the runner. They’ve been eye-fucking you for, like, five minutes.”

The heat rose to your face as you caught one of them, the blond one’s, eyes, and you looked away, giggling slightly. “Oh, that’s not true.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N!” your other teammate, Aaliyah, said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re fuckin’ hot, successful, and particularly bendy. What’s not to like?”

“Oh my god, you did not just bring my flexibility into how attractive I am,” you laughed.

“What? Why else would someone have the hots for a gymnast?” she winked.

“Stop it,” you laughed, pushing her shoulder. “You know that—”

“That you’re fucking Tucker?” Aisha giggled. “C’mon, you gotta shake up your sex life a little. The only reason to come to the games, besides competing, is to fuck all the athletes.”

“Shut up, no it’s not! And don’t bring Lance into this!”

“Ooh, it’s Lance, girls,” Nia jumped in, wiggling her eyebrows. “This someone’s down bad for her coach.”

“I’m not!”

“Then fuck the cute Olympians,” Aisha said. “They already dished out all the condoms, so you know it’s gonna be safe sex.”

“Oh, you know what? Fine,” you said. “But only ‘cause they’re hot, not ‘cause y’all told me to.”

“Fine by us. Just make sure you take the Olympic-sized condoms with you,” Nia said. “Looks like they’re packing.”

The girls all erupted into giggles again, while you allowed yourself to look over at the two men again. They were tall, even by Olympic standards. Not only that, but they had bulging muscles (if one of them did track and field, why was he so muscley? you would’ve wondered if you weren’t too busy ogling at him). You were sure that, if you walked up to them, their biceps would be larger than your head. And, fuck, they just looked pretty.

They were whispering to each other when you looked over, the brunet one sending you a wink when you caught his eye. And, though you instinct was to look away, you kept eye contact for a few seconds longer, before throwing a wink of your own and turning away.

They descended on you like wolves when the ceremony finally ended. You were walking back to the Olympic Village with the girls when they came up on either side of you. You barely had time to process what was happening when the girls were telling you they’d see you in the morning, leaving you alone with the men.

“Hey, princess,” the blond said. “I’m Steve, and this is Bucky.”

You looked at them, smiling. “Y/N.”

“Nah, you’re princess,” Bucky said, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “But with us? You could be a queen.”

“Not a bad line,” you said, unable to contain your smile.

“You like that? ‘Cause there’s more where that came from,” Steve said.

“Hm, we’ll see,” you said. “So, which one of you is the boxer and which is the runner?”

“I’m the boxer,” Bucky said. “I’m the one with the stamina. He finishes too quick.”

“Hey now, don’t spoil our princess’s idea of how tonight will go,” Steve tutted. “Don’t worry, princess, I won’t be quittin’ on ya any time soon.”

“Oh? So you’re already assuming I’ll be yours for the night?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Longer than a night,” Bucky corrected, “if you’ll let us.”

“Hm, well,” you looked from one to the other, “I never say no to a challenge.”

In retrospect, you should’ve said no to the challenge. Turns out, Bucky was a fucking liar when he was commenting on Steve’s stamina. Though, you supposed, in comparison to Bucky, who had you coming on his cock ten times before he allowed himself to come once, maybe Steve’s stamina did leave more to be desired. But, holy shit, they stretched you out so good, had you fucking sobbing for their cocks until you couldn’t take it anymore. And, god, they reveled in that. Went straight to their fucking ego. But you didn't mind, not when they were making you feel so good.

You did mind, though, when you were running late in the morning. You slept through your alarm, too fucked out to realize that you were about to be late for your competition. But when you realized, you were running like a mad woman, struggling to get your hair to cooperate and fit into your outfit, and shit, Lance was gonna fucking kill you.

“Where the hell were you?” Lance hissed as you joined the rest of the team.

“Busy getting picked down,” Nia whispered to Aaliyah, thinking that he wouldn’t hear.

Oh, but he heard, and his already cold glare turned even icier. “This is the fucking Olympics, Y/L/N, not some other stupid competition. Get your fucking head in the game. You’re lucky I don’t pull you right now and put in one of the eager alternates.”

“I’m sorry, Coach,” you said, turning your gaze to the floor. “Overslept my alarm, but that’s no excuse. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t,” he hissed. “I’ll get you a fucking better alarm.”

Your face warmed as you remembered the time in the Olympic qualifying competitions, when he made you stay in his hotel room, waking you up at the crack of dawn with his cock buried in your pussy. Shit, you were in for it, you just knew it.

“I really am sorry, Coach,” you repeated.

“Then prove it by getting your ass out there and giving the performance of your fucking life.”

As the team and Lance went out onto the floor, you sitting on the bench as Aisha prepared for her solo performance, Nia whispered to you, “Why is Tucker such a hard ass on you?”

“You know he expects more of me,” you said, the perfectly rehearsed line tumbling out before you could even think. That was what you’d concocted when you and Lance first started having your private sessions, a way to tell the girls something that wouldn’t draw too many eyes. But, still, you couldn’t help but wonder if they all saw through your carefully constructed façade. “It’s probably stress, too. You remember how much of a tyrant he was during the last games.”

And you remembered how sore your knees had been by the end of the week, hours spent worshipping his cock as you tried to bring back to just a cocky bastard and away from a rude cocky bastard.

“Yeah, I guess,” she said. “Whatever. He’ll get over it soon.”

“I hope so,” you whispered.

Soon enough, it was your turn to compete. As you stepped out onto the floor, waiting for your cue to begin, you heard it—a very distinct Brooklyn accent yelling out, “YOU GOT THIS, PRINCESS!” Your face heated up as you glanced over to see Steve and Bucky cheering in the stands. They must not be competing at the moment, you thought. But then you focus back on the competition, noting the way Lance’s jaw clenched when he saw how flustered you were for a brief moment.

You couldn’t focus on that, though. You knew Lance had been serious when he said you had to give the performance of your life. And so, you began.

If you were being honest, you rarely remember the competition. Once you begin, your body goes on autopilot, relying entirely on instinct and muscle memory. If you let yourself think, you lose focus, and you couldn’t risk losing focus. Not at the Olympics. You only ever allowed yourself to think once the performance was done and you were back with your teammates.

But, you didn’t get a chance to get back to the bench when Lance grabbed your shoulder, turning you towards him. “So those were the fuckers you were with?” he whispered, eyes flicking over to Steve and Bucky in the stands. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show them how to fucking treat a star athlete.”

You swallowed thickly, mind racing as you imagined what he had in store for you. “Yes, Coach, you will.”

Lance’s face was buried between your legs, lapping at your soaking core, when Steve and Bucky came into your room. You shared a room with Aaliyah, and you’d whispered to her if she could leave for a few hours, saying something about Steve and Bucky and she said she didn’t need to hear anymore. Besides, she said back, she had her eye on one of the girls on the swim team that she planned on spending the night with. The next she was gone, Lance was in your room, telling you to tell the boys to come over, to let themselves in. And, then, he started to take his time taking you apart.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bucky asked, his eyes raking down your body. “Our little princess doesn’t need just two cocks, she’s a greedy little thing who needs three.”

Lance came up, his fingers scissoring you as you cried for more, and scoffed. “As if. My little princess only needs one cock, and that’s mine.”

You came as he made his show of possession, pussy clenching down on his fingers. “Please, Lance, more, please.”

“You think you deserve more?” he laughed. “After you let two strangers play with my pussy?”

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” you whimpered. “All yours, yours to play with. Please, just let me have your cock.”

He pulled his fingers from your cunt, sucking your juices off, glancing over at Steve and Bucky. “Nah, you don’t get to feel me rearrange your guts. You want these two to play with my pussy? Fine by me.” To them, he said. “Go ahead, have your fun.”

“No, Lance, please, want your cock,” you cried, grabbing at him.

“Yeah? Want my cock? Then fucking choke on it,” he said, turning you so you laid on your tummy and coming up beside your head. He tapped the tip of his cock against your lips, and you immediately took him in. “Shit, that’s right. Make it up to me. Maybe then I’ll cum in your pussy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You hummed, the vibrations making his cock twitch in your mouth. Behind you, you heard Steve and Bucky shuffling as they removed their clothes, Bucky muttering to Steve to hand him a condom. Then one cock was pressed against your slick folds, and you moaned as it pushed in, fully sheathing inside you in one quick motion.

“Shit, princess, feels so fuckin’ good,” Bucky moaned. “Your tight pussy’s sucking me in so fucking good. Just wanna stay in here all fuckin’ day.”

You began to wonder what was going to come next when you felt a glob of lube land on your puckered hole, followed by a thick finger working it in. You held back tears, trying to focus on sucking Lance’s cock, when you felt the tip of Steve’s cock press against your asshole before slowly pushing in.

You jumped forward at the sensation, making the tip of Lance’s cock hit the back of your throat. “Shit, you’re really trying to make it up to me,” he groaned, grabbing at your hair and holding you in place while he rutted against your face.

“How’s her ass, Steve?” Bucky asked.

“Fuckin’ perfect, just like her pussy,” he grunted. “Actually, it’s even better. Tighter, if you could believe it.”

“I can believe it,” Lance snarked. “Know every inch of my girl’s body. Know just what makes her tick. You kids are lucky to even get to be in her.”

“Damn right we’re lucky,” Bucky agreed, his hand smacking your ass as he thrusted into you with long, hard strokes. “Pussy’s a fuckin’ dream.”

Your vision was clouded with stars as Lance emptied a load in your throat, choking on his spend. He pulled out long enough to let you recover, but the second you caught your breath, he was going back in.

“Fuck, think I’m ‘bout to come,” Steve groaned, his balls slapping against your ass as he rutted into you.

“She’s close, too,” Bucky said as your pussy clenched even harder around his cock. “C’mon, princess, come for us.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, your vision going black for a few seconds from the intensity of it all. Shit, you don’t think you’ve ever come this hard before, not even when Lance had taken you over the vault table in his gym.

Lance’s load filled your mouth again as Steve pulled out, painting your ass in his spend. “Shit, looks as pretty as a picture,” he moaned, taking in the sight.

Bucky was the last to come, thrusting deep inside you as he groaned, before he pulled out and nearly collapsed on the bed. He pulled the condom off, tossing it to the side, whispering about how he’d much rather fill your cunt til you were dripping. You giggled, hiding your face, before Lance grabbed you, and started to manipulate your position again.

“Alright, boys, now I’m gonna show you how to use my pussy real fuckin’ good,” he said. “You two don’t her flexibility to your advantage. Now, pay close attention.”

Shit, you really should learn to say no to a competition. But, as Lance filled your cunt, you knew that there was no other place you’d rather be and no other cocks you’d rather fill you. This, you decided, was going to be the best goddamn week of your life.

SINGING THEIR PRAISES

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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little activities ; preferences

warnings —none??? fluff?? ddlg dynamics, do not interact if you don’t like it

characters — daddy!andy barber, daddy!steve rogers, daddy!bucky barnes, daddy!lance tucker, daddy!clark kent, daddy!august walker

a/n — THIS IS A FIC WITH DDLG DYNAMICS,, do not interact if youre not 18+,, just a little something i put together today... lmk what you think!

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“Dada, I have a good one!” Y/N happily cheered while her mouth had a spoonful of her favorite ice cream flavor; seeing her excited state made him chuckle as he wiped the excess melted sundae that escaped her mouth, “Petal you know the rule — don’t talk while eating, yes?” She just nodded happily despite being given a stern reminder as she was too excited to share with him what she knows. After swallowing down the rest of her tasty desert, she repeated to him with a wide grin, “I have a good one, dada! What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the supply closet?” Pursing his lips, he pretended to rack his brain for an answer; but when nothing came up he shrugged his shoulders as his arms pulled in her figure closer to him despite her being all snuggled up on his lap. Throwing her hands up in the air to emphasize her pun as she happily cheered, “Supplies!”

“That was a good one, petal,” Andy praised her after he calmed himself following his burst of giggles. Feeling proud of getting him to laugh out loud, she then nuzzled her face into his chest while one of his hands gently rubbed her back. “I have one too but I don’t think it’ll be as good as yours,” This intrigued her so she removed her face from where she planted it against his chest and pouted, “Wanna hear it, dada! Bet it’s a real good one!” He calmed her down by rubbing her back and placing quick kisses on her lips, “Okay okay, here it is — have you heard about the chocolate record player?” Adorably confused with what he was saying, she shook his head no until he broke out of his serious expression and smiled, “I heard it sounds sweet!” It took her a few seconds to connect the dots; but when she finally did she excitedly squealed out loud and peppered his face with kisses as she wrapped her arms around his torso, “That was so good, dada! I love you and your jokes!”

“Where are you in the game, little one?” August peered over his shoulder to sneak a peek in her own laptop screen; when she saw how he was looking at where she was going, she tilted her screen away from his curious eyes, “Don’t look, daddy! Do your task!” Her Among Us avatar that was in her favorite character was happily skipping around the halls as she was assigned as the impostor, and when she saw another player — who wasn’t her beloved boyfriend — she grinned evilly as she killed the other player. She then happily skipped to the next corridor and entered the electrical room where August’s avatar was. “There you are, little one!” August pointed to the screen as his excited eyes shifted from the screen to where your two avatars were and to her, “Daddy! Keep playing!”

Unfortunately for her, someone saw the body that she had earlier killed. This then prompted everyone to have a meeting, “Wonder who the impostor could be?” August thought out loud as he covertly snuck a glance over to his girl who was biting her lip to try and hold back her fit of giggles. He placed his bet that it was his little one who’s the impostor; feigning innocence she voted on her daddy being the impostor. When it was revealed to the whole crew that Y/N was the impostor, August carried her off the computer chair and onto his lap as he tickled her tummy, “I knew it was you!” She giggled as his bearded face tickled her neck and instead of pulling him closer to him as she nuzzled him further into him, “Can we play one more game, daddy?” Feeling him shake his head against her skin, one hand turned off both their laptops while the other one held onto her body to ensure she wouldn’t fall off. “We’ve been playing for a few hours now, you need to rest these pretty eyes,” He kissed both her eyelids as she lovingly stared at him, “So what do we do now, daddy?” Having planned out what happens next, the Hammer then carried her out of the office and to the kitchen, “Well little one, I’m gonna give you some snacks before we nap for a bit okay?” Nodding as she nuzzled her forehead against his neck, she let out a low hum of agreement as she felt the exhaustion of playing Among Us start to take a toll on her.

“Tătic, can we dance?” She looked up at him with hopeful eyes; having played with her stuffies bored her and she had a lot of energy to shake off. Locking the tablet, he placed it on the couch beside him as he looked down at his little love who was sitting by his feet as she played independently. “Bored with playing with your stuffies already, sweetie?” She pouted and nodded, holding both her hands as she closed and opened them. Laughing to himself, he grabbed onto her hands, helping her rise to her feet before doing the same, “Let’s dance then!” Giddily, she headed to the corner of the room where they placed their speakers, “Which song do you want, tătic?” As she was unlocking their gadget that was connected to the speakers, Bucky then grinned as he was putting her stuffies on the couch, to help prevent them from being stepped on, “Put our dance playlist on shuffle, sweetie.”

The first few songs that played were energetic songs which allowed them to boogie — Bucky had an excuse to do the moonwalk across the wooden floor flawlessly, or how Y/N bust out her disco moves while the super soldier cheered her on; there was even a song that allowed the both of them to shimmy in front of each other as they laughed at their silly expressions as they did so. However, a few songs, a slow, piano melody hummed through speakers, shifting the mood of the room from an energetic one to a more slow, intimate melody. “Do you want to slow dance with me, sweetheart?” Giggling at how formal hw sounded, she nodded and her one hand entangled with his bionic hand while her other hand rested against his the wide expanse of his back. The flesh hand of the super soldier was caressing the skin of her cheek, he stared lovingly at her, “Did you have fun dancing, sweetie?” Nodding, she smiled and stood on her tippy toes so she could plant a sweet, swift kiss, then pulling away with a wide smile, “I did, tătic! Thank you so much for dancing with me! Can we do this all the time?” Loving how sweet and obedient she was being, he nodded and promised her, “We’ll be dancing together for a long time you'll get so sick of me!”

“Now remember doll, a certain color has its own number,” Steve explained slowly as he pointed to the closed paint container which had the number one taped to it , “Where would this color go in the picture of the giraffe?” Pouting for a bit, she was itching to get her hands dirty and colorful but her daddy decided it was important to lecture her about colors and numbers. “Sir, I wanna paint right now, please!” She batted her eyelashes sweetly to him in hopes that he would put an end to his lesson; but a raised eyebrow and his finger tapping the certain section made it clear that he was nowhere near ending it, “Answer me first, doll, then we can start painting together.”

“That white paint would then go to the ears of the giwaffe,” She struggled to say the animal’s name but correctly identified where the white colorant would go. The Captain kissed her cheek, to which she giggled at as she nuzzled her cheek against his lips, as he praised her, “Good doll! And where would this mustard yellow go?” Pointing to the number four paint, she then was eager to be kissed and praised again so she looked at the paper seriously before pointing to near the animal’s nose, “It goes right over here, sir!” Rubbing her back as he then handed her the paintbrush, he kissed her lips lovingly as he gave her the go signal, “Alright go ahead and paint, doll. And don’t make too much of a mess, alright?” Nodding her head, she then opened the paint then dipped the tip paint brush as she began filling in the blanks with color as she spoke to her daddy with a wide smile, “Thank you so much for this, sir. I love painting with you.” And with one hand on her thigh, occasionally rubbing and squeezing it to encourage her, Steve too began painting his own paint-by-numbers kit.

“And what would be your order, Mr. Superman?” She asked after she pretended to clean up the countertop where her play doh and ice cream play set were; the Kansas-raised man chuckled at his bubba’s silly antics. For today’s playtime she decided to pretend she was running an ice cream shop and he was a customer; pretending to think for what to order, he then smiled as he announced his order, “I’d like some vanilla ice cream please, with some chocolate syrup,” She nodded as she began pouring the white clay doh in the machine, pressing down on it as she sweetly smiled at him, “How��s your day going, handsome?”

“Very well now that you’re here, beautiful,” He winked back at her as she finished twirling the ice cream, she bit her lip to hold herself back from rejecting the compliment he had given her – the last time she shied away from a compliment graced to her, he had punished her with less playtime and by writing multiple lines about how beautiful she was. After squirting some chocolate syrup on the clay doh, she stuck a little spoon to it then pushed it to Clark’s direction, “Here you go, bubba.” Pretending to take a few, big bites of the ice cream she had prepared for him. “This tastes divine, bubba!” He praised her after he beckoned her to sit on his lap from where he was seated comfortably in the bar chairs. Leaning on to him, she hummed satisfied until the Kyrptonian spoke up after rubbing the back of her neck, “That reminds me; how much do I owe you for the delicious ice cream you just prepared?” Giggling at his silly antics, she looked up at him with a smile, “It’s on the house for the earth’s strongest hero!” Gasping out loud as if he was offended, Clark shook his head then kissed the tip of her nose, “Unacceptable! How ‘bout I take you out to get real ice cream?” Excitedly, she nodded and sprinted to the bedroom to get changed and the hero could only chuckle to himself as he followed her, “God, I love my bubba.”

“There we go, angel,” Lance tossed the red colored chalk to the side after writing the number nine, “Now we play hopscotch!” He declares with a wide smile. Y/N then jumps up and down as she cheered happily; bending down to grab a rock, she then looked at her boyfriend, “How do we do it again papa?” Lance thought she was adorable when she tilted her head to the side, eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. Picking up his own rock, he then stood beside her, “I’m gonna show you how to do so okay, angel?” She nodded as watched him closely as the gymnast threw the rock within their playing field, landing on the number five. “Since it landed on the number five, I have to skip to and from the whole thing without stepping on the box with rock on it.” And with that he skipped along to show her what she meant and expertly hopped along.

“That was amazing, papa!” Y/N clapped her hands but pouted when the rock’s rough edges lightly grazed the skin of her fingers, “Is it my turn now?” He nodded as he gestured to their chalked up board and she excitedly nodded and threw the rock into their playing field. The rock landed on the number eight, “Papa, look! I get it farther than you!” Her delight was mirrored by his excited grin and cheering for her as she skipped on the numbers, praising her when she wobbled for a bit when jumping from the numbers six and seven to the last two squares. “Good job, my angel! You were so good!” The gymnast easily carried her off the ground as he twirled her around as she giggled and kissed his lips, “Thank you, papa. Can we go for more rounds on the hopscatch?” And Lance didn’t find the heart in him to reject her, especially with the way she messed up the words, and so they did play all afternoon the fun game of hopscotch.

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Masterlist

Here’s my masterlist, which I will do my best to keep up to date! Smut will be tagged, please don’t read it if you’re under 18. Thank you! Enjoy!

Updated 4/15/20

My first con experience

12 Nights of Fanfiction

TJ Hammond

Here’s a little disclaimer that I write TJ as bisexual. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it! And if you want to argue with me over whether or not he’s into girls, please rewatch Political Animals. Also.. Its all fiction, so why do you care so much? Thanks!

Missing You: photographer!TJ x female!Reader.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Little Do You Know: bi!TJ soulmate au - FINISHED *

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Imagines & Drabbles

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

Sebastian Stan

You’ve Haunted Me All My Life: Soulmate AU. On your 18th birthday, the first words your soulmate will ever speak to you appear on the flesh just above your heart. You spend the rest of your time on this earth searching for your missing piece.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 is still being written.

Wake Me Up: In which the reader begins texting someone named Sebastian thanks to her roommate trying to play cupid.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 is still being written.

Imagines & Drabbles

Hoodie

“I’ll kill him/her.”

“I love it when you say my name.”

Bucky Barnes

Quarantine

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Wishing you were here...

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Sleepwalking

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Hook, line and sinker.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I Hate You, I Love You: When you agreed to go undercover with James Barnes, nobody ever warned you that you might fall in love with him... or that he may not love you in return.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 is still being written..

Imagines & Drabbles

“Here, take my sweater.” & “I missed you.”

40′s Bucky fluff

That one where Bucky finally shows you what you actually deserve *nsfw*

“I’m not jealous.” & “You look so cute when you pout like that.”

“I might have had a few shots.” & “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“Use your words.”

“You’re burning up, let me take this off of you.” & “Baby, it’s okay.. It’s just me.”

“Why are you so nervous?”, “Do I make you nervous?” & “I wish you could see how perfect you are.”

The Haircut * | The Shave*

Lance Tucker

Dreamkiller: Watching your little sister live out your dream becomes even more difficult when you start to develop feelings for her coach.

Part 1

Part 2 is still being written.

Imagines & Drabbles

That one with the pizza box.

Steven Rogers

I lost my mind:You meet Grant through an anonymous dating app and find yourself falling for him quicker than you expected. Who will he turn out to be, though?

Part 1

Part 2 is being edited.

Imagines & Drabbles

“I had a dream about you” & “Did you just whimper?” *brief nsfw*

Chris Evans

Imagines & Drabbles

“Lets play 20 questions.. but the dirty version.”

#masterlist #sebspocketsquare #the REAL therealjamesbarnes #therealjamesbarnes #sebastian stan x reader #tj hammond x fem!reader #Bucky barnes x reader #lance tucker x reader #chris beck x reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years

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Anger Issues

Summary: You and Lance like to argue. You hate him, he hates you, that’s how it’ll always be... right?

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, so 18+ (minors DNI), hate fucking, choking, name calling, Lance Tucker being Lance Tucker but my interpretation of him

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Hey, wee lambs! I missed you guys. I hope you like this one. I was supposed to be working on pt. 2 of Games and Lectures but I ended up writing for this guy instead. Oops, teehee. Like 99.99999% of my fics, this started as a filthy, naughty thot that I sent to @slothspaghettiwrites many moons ago. Leave a comment or send an ask if you have any suggestions, ideas, constructive criticism, or just want to chat :) Kisses —K

P.S. this is for you @tumblin-theworldaway

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“FUCK YOU, LANCE!”

You shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat a bit sore from the near half hour of arguing. You’d just about had it, and so had he. All the yelling and shouting and name-calling that was so common between you and Lance always ended with both of you red faced and fuming.

Today was no different. The gym was empty, everyone had cleared out once they heard your voices shouting from the office. You can’t even remember what you were fighting about anymore, you just knew that Lance Tucker was the bane of your existence and that you did not plan on losing this argument anytime soon.

“You’d have to get in line, Sweetheart,” he said with his signature smirk.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “oh, I’m pretty sure it’d be short line,” your tone spiteful and harsh.

He laughed dryly, scratching his cheek while looking you up and down, a new wave of anger rising in his icy blue irises. It wasn’t until then that you noticed just how close he was standing. Your head tilting back to look up into his fiery eyes with your own anger. His chest was heaving up and down as he cornered you against the desk, labored breaths matching your own.

“You can be such a fucking bitch, you know that?” His voice strained as he whispered. You fought the urge to glance at his plush lips but failed horribly.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered when your eyes met his again, eyes blown wide in lust.

A growl rumbled in his chest as he smashed his lips against your own. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, another way of fighting. You feel one of his large hands grip the back of your neck, the firm hold pulls a subtle whimper from the back of your throat. Lance doesn’t even try to hide the smirk spreading across his lips the second you respond to him. Every fiber in your being telling you to let him take over, but your mind screams at you to fight back.

Your hands move up his chest, taking a moment to appreciate the firm muscled under his warm up jacket, then sliding one through his hair. A deep groan leaves him when you suddenly drag your nails across his scalp, tugging harshly at his hair, making his head tilt back.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, you bitch,” he growled at your smug face before ducking his head into your neck to bite your tender flesh harshly.

“Fuck!” you yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue quickly soothing over the stinging flesh. The action causing you to roll your hips against his, the thick, hard bulge at the front of his thin warm up pants rubbing deliciously against your soaked core. More moans fall from your lips as he begins to grind into you, each noise you make going straight to his cock. He sucks bruise after bruise into the sensitive column of your throat, biting and nipping at the special spot that had you shivering against him.

Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving you confused. Lance swipes everything from the desk in one quick motion, and hauls you up to lay back on the now bare desk.

“Are you gonna be a good little slut and let me fuck you, baby?” he taunts.

You scowl at his words, wanting to tell him you’d rather die but the heat and throbbing between your legs tell a different story. A strong hand gripping your jaw in a firm hold, forcing you to look up at him, his face had the same smug expression that made you want to slap it off of him, “Hm?”

His firm body pressing into yours, pinning your form against the hardwood of the desk. You tear his hand away and grip the collar if his shirt, pulling his face into yours.

“You better watch your fucking mouth. Now, fuck me or fuck off, Tucker,” you seethe through clenched teeth.

He makes quick getting rid of your leggings, neither of you bothering to care about the mess around you. All the fights and shouting matches coming to mind; the throbbing in between your legs when he’d lick his dry lips after screaming at you, the wet patch on your panties when he’d grip your arm when things got especially tense. Your hand falls to the front of his pants, gripping the outline of his hard on harshly.

“A-aah, fuck,” he ruts into your hand, tossing your pants haphazardly behind him. He reattaches his lips to yours roughly, seemingly trying to suck all the air from your lungs. Your hand sneaks under the waistband of his pants, wrapping around his bare cock, making Lance shiver and fuck into your hand.

“Aww, you’ve been trying to hide this pretty cock from me, haven’t you, Lance?” you whisper into his open mouth, taunting him in the same tone of voice he used on you, your eyes trained on his dick.

It was flushed with need, the nearly red tip weeping pearly drops of pre-cum into your palm, thick and the perfect length; absolutely gorgeous. Your hand stroked his length in quick tugs, his eyes falling shut, head tilting back ever so slightly. You took this opportunity to mouth at his neck, giving him a matching love bite over his pulse point.

“If you hadn’t been such a god damn pain in my ass, sweetheart, I would have let you see it sooner,” he spit harshly, one of his hands pushing into your panties. “Oh, and what do we have here?”

He sat up, his free hand wrapping around your neck, holding you in place as he stands over you. His rough fingers brush through your soaked folds, collecting as much slick as he can before pulling them out of your panties. He brings his drenched fingers to your face, showing you just how wet you are.

“This all for me, Princess? And here I thought you hated me,” he bragged before licking your juices off his fingers with a deep groan. “Ohh god, your pussy tastes so sweet,” his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, making you feel a little lightheaded in a very pleasant way, “need to get a better taste,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

Tearing your panties in half and prying your thighs open wide, Lance dives into your heat eagerly.

“Oh, fuck! Lance!” You cry out when he wastes no time wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. Grunting appreciatively at the way your hips grind against his mouth, he slides one finger into your slick channel.

“Such a tight little cunt,” he moans against you, his finger working in and out of you, a second one quickly joining to stretch you out. Your hands gripping his hair tightly, holding on for dear life as he devours your most delicate parts hungrily.

You feel your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your pussy gripping Lance’s fingers tighter and tighter. You try to warn him before you let go, but he seems to be one step ahead of you. He pulls back again, smirking at the near desperate whine that leaves your lips and the harsh glare you shoot at him. While you try to catch your breath, you watch as he quickly undoes his pants, your arousal dripping down his chin, “aww, how cute. You thought I was gonna let you cum on anything but my cock?”

He grips your thighs tightly, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He teases the tip of his cock at your swollen entrance, he smears more of his creamy pre cum up and down your pussy lips. Your hips instinctively start to chase his, rolling in a silent plead for him to fill you up. With a quick thrust, he bottoms out with a loud grunt, your own cries filling the air.

“Not a fucking chance,” he groans in between pants, giving you a brief moment to adjust to the pleasurable sting, “you’re not allowed to cum on anything but my cock, do you understand me?”

You absentmindedly nod, making him smile at your already fucked out state; your eyebrows furrowed, your bottom lip caught in your teeth, harshly biting in a pathetic attempt to silence your moans. Lance can swear you’d never looked more beautiful in your life than when you’re stretched out on his cock. His hands give your hips a quick squeeze before pulling out and snapping his hips into yours, knocking the air out of you. The pace he sets is filthy and harsh, everything you’d dreamed about.

Sinful grunts leave Lance with each aggressive snap of his hips, matching your high pitched moans, your hands find their place in his hair.

He smiles coldly down at you, one hand caressing your flushed cheek, “you’re such a good fucking slut, letting me fuck you like this— ah, fuck!” He cut himself off, your pussy fluttering at his words. “Gonna have to keep your tight little pussy for myself, oh god, yes! Work yourself on my cock, baby, go on” he groaned, his eyes glued to the sight between you both: your pussy glistening with arousal, swallowing his cock eagerly, your supple flesh trembling from the sheer force of his thrusts.

It was “fucking perfect,” he mumbled to himself.

Your own hand wrapping around his throat catches him off guard, a surprised moan leaving him in a choked as your hand curls around his neck. “What have I told you about watching that mouth, hm?” you sneer up at him, your hips rolling in angry, passionate motions; it was making Lance feel delirious.

“You wanna own my pussy, Lance?” You tease, watching as his face turn a soft red from your tight grip on his throat, the power struggle making you smirk. He moans and nods, his ears filled with the sound of his skin slapping into yours, your filthy words, and the desk groaning under the rough pace you’re both maintaining.

“Y-yeah,” he grunts out when you tighten your grip, further constricting his breathing.

“Then you gotta fucking earn it, baby,” you release his neck and move to pull his hair once more. He gulps down air, a new found determination burning in his belly at your oddly soft voice. If it was the last thing he was going to do, he was going to fucking earn it.

Leaning over you, Lance folds your knees to your chest, holding you open for him to pummel into you. His sudden movements had him slipping deeper into your heat, you couldn’t help but claw at his strong back with a scream.

“Ohhhh God!” Your back arched off the desk, exposing your neck to him unintentionally. You felt him mouthing at your jugular, making a trail of sloppy kisses to your ear where he nipped at your lobe.

“You want me to earn it, Sweetheart, I’ll fucking show you that I fucking own this sweet pussy,” his voice barely above a whisper held that malice again, his knees moving to rest on the desk, his pants around his ankles, giving him better leverage to plow into you. The new angle has his tip rubbing that special spot inside of you that you never knew existed, your eyes crossing ever so slightly. That bubbly feeling in your lower gut returning, your pussy fluttering around his girth signaled your impending orgasm.

“Can feel y’tremblin’ ‘round me…. y’gonna cum?” he questions, his words slurring together as he pants hotly in the crook of your neck, his own orgasm creeping up on him. “Yeah, y’are, can tell,” he snuck a hand in between your sweaty bodies to draw quick circles on your throbbing clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me y’hate me, baby,” he whispered hotly in your ear, “C’mon, tell me how much y’hate me, need t’hear it…” his tone bordered on begging and demanding.

“I-I… I hate you,” you cling to him as you moan in his ear.

“Louder,” he says in a growl, hips driving into yours harder and his fingers on your clit speeding up.

“I hate you!” You repeat and toss your head back, your toes curling and your hands fisting the fabric of his jacket.

“Scream it fo’me, Princess!” He loudly demands and slams a fist into the desk next to your head.

“I HATE YOU!” You scream at the top of your lungs, your earth-shattering orgasm finally washing over you intensely.

Legs trembling and locked around Lance’s waist, you whimper and shiver underneath him. Lance watches you intently as you fall apart for him; your eyes shut tightly, mouth hung agape in a silent, thin, breathy scream. His hips only stutter for a moment, fully entranced watching you, before he feels his control slipping.

Opening your eyes to find Lance staring down at you hungrily, his cheeks flushed, forehead damp with sweat, lips plump and bruised. You can see his eyes grow darker with the selfish need to cum that he’s been staving off the entire time.

A primal growl rumbles in his chest as he resumes his movements, moving with the sole purpose of cumming. You quiver as he begins to jack-rabbit, tucking his face into your neck again.

You take the chance to whisper in his ear, “y’gonna cum for me? C’mon, Lance, y’did so fucking good, fucked me so good,” the praise had his balls tightening, his eye shutting tightly.

You smirked to yourself, moaning and licking at his neck, you knew you were getting to his head this way.

“Who owns this pussy, Lance?” You whispered to him, making his thrusts stagger, his chest swelling with pride at your words.

“I do…” he grunted, “oh god, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

You could tell from his voice that he was right there, “who owns this pussy, baby?” you taunted again, moving your hips in time with his.

“I FUCKING DO!” He shouted as he came, his entire body going rigid, back arching dramatically to give you the best view of his face. His eyes crossed, hooded lids, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth— fuck he was beautiful like this.

You felt his length twitch as he shot his hot cum into you, filling you to the brim. He was sure he died and went to heaven, his vision going white, his ears ringing so loudly he couldn’t hear the throaty groan he let out. Finally coming down from what was the most intense high he’s ever had, he slumped against you, finally able to hear your voice cutting through the haze.

“Y’did so good, Lance,” you murmured quietly, almost embarrassed to be saying it, your hands shyly soothing the scratches on his scalp and at the base of his neck. He draws in a deep breath, the soft praise and touches making something tug at his heart.

He presses a kiss to the first bite that he left, the mark a deep purple now, and sits up. Climbing carefully off the table, you both start to dress.

“Damn it, Lance!” You scold when you find your torn panties, a pout on your lips.

“What? They were in my way,” he defends with a shrug and his classic smirk, tossing you a tissue to clean yourself. He plucks the shredded fabric from you and stuffs them in his jacket pocket. You scoff with a shake of your head, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips, and finish getting dressed. When you turn around, Lance had just finished putting everything back on the desk (it looked just as messy on the floor).

You wordlessly begin walking to your cars, you tried to hide the small limp you had but Lance was able to tell anyway. Just as you reached your car, he spun you around and pressed his lips against yours firmly. You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you. He pulled pack with a smirk, slapping your ass and biting his lip, he whispered, “See you tomorrow, Princess.”

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Taglist: @tumblin-theworldaway, @slothspaghettiwrites

#lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker #smut #lance tucker smut #the bronze #lance tucker fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes smut #little lion literature #fanfic #hatefuck #lee bodecker

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achubbydumpling · 2 years

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All pairings are James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers unless otherwise indicated and everything should be in the order it was posted.

Last updated: 08.03.2024

❗ Additional Warnings

☁ No Feedism

Fics

☁ getting help takes courage too — The serum encourages cell growth which leads to injuries healing faster. However, this also increases the chance of mutations and abnormal growth. Written for Stucky Week 2021. ❗ Angst, Mentions of Cancer, Chronic Pain (AO3)

☁ Weeping Willows (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) — When Derek is in danger of dying from blood loss, Stiles asks the Nemeton for help. Their peace doesn't last long. The Nemeton asks for a favour in return. (AO3)

Supernatural Chubby!Kink Priest AU [More Priest AU] (Dean Winchester/Castiel) — Father Castiel had found the boy sleeping in a car parked in the lot behind the church.

Coach Tucker At The Olympics (Steve Rogers/Lance Tucker) — After taking a position coaching the US women's gymnastics team, Lance Tucker may have put on a few pounds. Coach Rogers may have noticed. (AO3)

Sweet As Pie, Hot As Sin (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester) — Prompt: Baker!Sam makes a pie for Dean every day for a year. Just for practice — perfecting his pastry recipe, that’s all. Honestly, that’s the only reason — it’s not because he likes the way Dean’s shirts and jeans tighten or anything. (AO3)

Post-Game Show — Before heading onto the field Steve handed his already chubby boyfriend a plate of burgers to eat during the game. Of course, Bucky eats them all and now Steve has to rub his poor, stuffed belly. (AO3)

Dance With Me (James “Bucky” Barnes/gender neutral!Reader) — Request: heyy!! was wondering if you could make a super chubby bucky x reader!!! like super chubby bucky has been gaining a lot of weight and the reader absolutely loves this new bucky and gives him lots of pleasure? with a lot of smut:)) (AO3)

Oct 1: Pumpkin and Spice and Everything Nice — Steve and Bucky are retired from the superhero business, but Steve needs a bit of time (and a lot of pumpkin-based baked goods) to settle down. (AO3)

Office AU [Part 2] Oct 2: Binges and Bellyaches — Consider this: slightly chubby office worker bucky and lean, muscular steve who has a huge crush on him. (AO3)

Oct 3: Masks and Malfunctions [Part 2] Get Beached: The Buffet— Modern Bucky is fat and Steve’s sugar baby. (AO3)

Oct 5: Tricks and Treats — Fluff, fluff, fluffy fluff. Some domestic boys annoying each other, watching a movie, eating sweets and making out. (AO3)

Oct 6: Maple Madness (Stucky/fem!Reader) — I took a left turn and ended up on the wiki page for Pando. Yes, a giant colony of aspens, except here Steve and Bucky are a sentient maple forest. ❗ Dark Fic, Force Feeding, Physical Restraints (this fic is pretty out there don’t say I didn’t warn you) (AO3)

Oct 7: Fairs, Food, and Fun — Bucky enjoys a variety of fair food. (AO3)

Oct 8: Curses and Spells — 100 words about magical weight gain. (AO3)

Oct 10: Hayrides and Harvests — Steve and Bucky go on a hayride and Bucky figures out Steve actually likes the weight he’s gained. (AO3)

Oct 11: Preparing For The Holidays — After going for that hayride Bucky starts actively gaining weight, Steve worries Bucky doesn’t enjoy stuffing himself. (AO3)

☁ Side by Side And Hand In Hand — A morning in Steve and Bucky's life in the 1930s. (AO3)

Sweet Rewards — (Nick Fowler/genderneutral!Reader) Nick has been enjoying his retired life, but a new neighbour brings exciting changes to his life and his waistline. (AO3)

☁ What A Waste Of A Lovely Night — (Lee Bodecker/Original Female Character) Lee thinks the nice waitress at the diner would be a wonderful mother to his offspring. Too bad she already has a fiancé. ❗ Dark fic, non-con (AO3)

Fat Camp AU — Bucky finally moves in with Steve and enjoys a quiet day alone in their shared flat. (AO3)

Get Beached 2021 Masterlist

Get Beached 2022 Masterlist

12 Days of Chubmas 2022 Masterlist

Asks

"Fat!Bucky in pretty red lingerie" [Part 2]

"Bucky with big tibbies 🥺" ❗ Extreme Weight Gain, Superchub!Bucky

**"Big belly Bucky?" ❗ Extreme Weight Gain, Superchub!Bucky

**"Bottom heavy bucky" [Part 2] [Part 3] ❗ Extreme Weight Gain, Superchub!Bucky

Seb Holiday Pictures ❗ RPF

Dad Bod Andy/Reader and Chubby Ransom/Reader [Part 2]

**Dad Bod Andy/Ransom [Part 2] ❗ Feminization

"Streamer Steve/Ceo Bucky" [Part 2]

Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale/TJ Hammond (chubby TJ)

Chris with the littlest, softest teeny, tiny belly ❗ RPF

Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale/TJ Hammond (chubby Andy)

Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale/TJ Hammond (beer bloat)

"Any thoughts on a big bellied C. Evans himself ??" ❗ RPF

chubby Goth!Bucky

**Oct 4: Bulging Bellies and Love Handles

Hydra Trash Party Bloat/Stuffing Art ❗ HTP, Force Feeding, Non-Con

Chubby Wakanda!Bucky

Steve Kemp (yes the cannibal though he learns better fatter ways)

❗ cannibalism

Fat Camp Bucky Outgrows His Bath ❗ Superchub Bucky

Food-drunk dad bod Andy and his accent

CNC with thick Steve ❗ dubcon

Hurt/Comfort with chubby Steve and chubby Bucky ❗ Eating Disorder

Buckitty ❗ mpreg, lactation kink

#I finally made a masterlist of all my writing #masterlist #chubby bucky #chubby steve #dad bod andy #chubby ransom #chubby seb #chubby dean winchester #huh I just realised how much I've written #around 50k on ao3 alone #plus all the drabbles here #I made this :D #chubby Chris

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Rumplestiltskin Masterlist

Andy was supposed to be your everything. Until Ransom. Ransom was nothing that you had envisioned. Pompous, obnoxious, cocky, and downright mean. When he captured you, you weren't ready to meet a faerie. But was he really a demon? And now you're indebt to him. Tasked with marrying a man you didn't love. One that deep down was really a beast. Will true love and friendship conquer all?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Epilogue ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles

Branwen Barber, For Now

What If...?

Bring Lightness Back

A/N: This is a bit of a dark fic, do not take this or any of the other stories from Into the Woods verse too seriously. They’re smutty tales, and not serious. Enjoy the beginning of the apples...

Journey Into the Woods

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chrisdrysdale · 2 years

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Day 8 - Daddy kink with Lance Tucker

+18 minors dni if you do you will be blocked!

Daddy kink: Where during sexual intercourse the male is being aroused when the female or cooresponding male called him "daddy"

Happy kinktober in April day 8

Kinktober Masterlist

“Lance?” you shout out as you walking into the gym.

“In the office bunny!”

You twirled in to see Lance spread out on his office chair. “Hi Lan!”

“Hi bun” He held out his hands for you to come sit on his lap, you did, bringing your knees up to your chest. You curled your head into Lance’s shoulder.

He picked up your hands and pushed back some of the hair resting on your shoulder. “You alright bun bun”

“Yeah jus’ missed you” he dropped his hands to the hem of skirt and fiddled it in his fingers. “That’s okay bun” he kissed your cheek, dragging his fingers up were bare thigh. “I’m here now”

As fingers got higher and higher you began squirming in his lap, wiggling your ass down on Lance’s crotch. “You ‘kay?”

You turned your head into his neck, gently biting down on his flesh. “Jus’ need you, daddy” you mumbled out quietly. Lance brought his hands up to your ass. “Yeah, is that what you need bunny, need daddy to take care of you?” You whimpered as he gave your ass a light squeeze.

He wrapped his hand around your thigh and dragged you, to straddle his lap. He began kissing your neck as he ran his finger over your pebbling nipples. You began rocking your hips over his hardening cock. “Please daddy” you moaned into the crook of his neck. “Please what bun, bun”

“Wan’ your cock daddy, please”

“So polite bunny”

He lifted your hips up and unbuckled his pants, taking his cock out and pushing your panties aside, and gently slid you down. You grasped onto his shoulders and threw your head back with a moan. “oh my god daddy”

“C’mon honey, don’t go dumb on me, bounce on my cock like a good bunny”

You slowly lifted yourself and pushed back down. After a couple more pumps, you collapsed against Lance. “C’mon bunny” you whined as he tried to pick up your hips again. “Awww is my bun bun gone all dumb”

“Fuck me daddy please” He sighed before pulling you off, turning you around and bend you over his desk and slipping back into you, grasping onto your hips and pounding into you.

“My dumb fucking bunny, couldn’t even fuck your needy self on my cock”

You let out a massive moan as your orgasm washed over you, collapsed down on the table as Lance chased his own. “Fuck bunny ya clenching me so hard, not gonna last much longer”

He brought his hand up and laid it down on your ass, making you scream. Lance pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in before coming deep inside you.

He leaned over your back as he caught his breath, lightly kissing your shoulder and neck. He pulled his own trousers up, before pulling down the skirt of your dress and sitting you back down his lap, lightly kissing your forehead. “You did so good for me bun bun”

“Can we go home now daddy?” you asked him while fixing the little hairs that fell in front of his face. He nuzzled up to you, pressing his nose into you cheek, kissing it. “Of course we can baby”

-fin

#lance tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance the fucker tucker #lance tucker x fem!reader #kinktober in april #sebastian stan characters

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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Deadly Kitten (12)

Summary: You’re a deadly kitten.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, violence, characters death, blood, stabbing

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 11

Eighteen hours earlier…

“You want us to do what?” Ari crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head and dares anyone to agree on your plan. “No! We won’t use you as bait!”

“I talked to Jensen about this,” you point out. “He will be the guardian angel on my shoulder and watch my every step. Jake won’t leave me out of sight. Lee and Lance will be my shadow. This is the only way to get hold of Hansen.”

“No-!” Andy stands next to Ari. He mirrors Ari, adamant about keeping you safe. “We will find another way, kitten.”

“You’ll not leave the house,” Ransom grabs your face. He rests his forehead against yours, mumbling your name. “We will get them all.”

“We will if we follow my plan.”

“Just listen to her for once. Y/N came up with a great plan,” Jake grunts. “Can you for once act like she’s not some pretty face but a smart woman too? We’ve got a plan, and it’s a good one. We will get them all at once.”

“I won’t let her play bait for Hansen!” Ari raises his voice. “Never.”

“You need to meet up with Rachel. I want you to tell her that you got into a fight with me and that our relationship is falling apart,” you pat Ari’s chest. “I need them to believe that all of you will turn their back on me.”

“Darling, that’s insane,” Andy tries to be the voice of reason once again. “Let us handle this.”

“No! That’s exactly what I don’t want!” You throw your hands up. “Secrets, all those secrets. You kept me in the dark and that’s how Lloyd got close enough to hurt me. I’m part of all of your lives and keeping locked away in a gilded cage won’t save me. I got to be strong and handle things on my own.”

“Y/N will lure Hansen out. If she checks in at one of the hotels in town, using one of the credit cards he undoubtedly keeps tabs on, he’ll fall for our trap,” Lance explains your plan. “We will strike hard and fast.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lee shrugs. He leans against the wall, stuffing one of the taffy you got for him into his mouth. “Boss, we’ve got this. Lance and I are a good team. We will not leave her out of sight. And Jensen will…uh…do his thing.”

“She will be wearing different trackers and I’ll be following her signal all the time,” Jake explains. “Nothing will happen to Y/N.”

“This…no!” Andy throws his hands up. “Are you fucking insane? This will never work. I won’t let Hansen get close to Y/N. Ari, Ransom, we will think of a better plan…”

Your men storm out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“I guess we are on our own then,” Lee points out. “Do you still want to go through with the plan?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we are all in. Hansen must be taken care of.” Lance looks at Jensen. “What about you, nerd?“

Giving Lance the stinky eyes Jensen says, “I was all in the whole time. Now, let’s bring to show on the road.”

“Ah, look at what the cat dragged into my house,” You’d like to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s antics. You press your lips together and try to ignore that your plan went down the drain.

You didn’t expect Lloyd’s men to overwhelm Lee, Lance, and the others keeping an eye on you. “What? Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”

“I just prefer talking to gentlemen, not the likes of you,” Trying to sound confident you hold Lloyd’s gaze. His mustache looks funny to you, but his eyes. Those ice-cold blue orbs tell you that he’s no one to mess with. “Why am I here again?”

“I wanted to know what the fuss is about,” you gasp when he roughly cups the back of your neck. He holds you in a tight grip while his eyes seem to scan every inch of your face. “Hmm…pretty face, but not so special. Maybe it’s what's between your legs that they like so much.”

You grit your teeth. No man ever dared to talk to you like this. And you won’t let Lloyd Hansen do so.

“I wonder what women see in you,” you look him straight in the eye. Showing strength while facing a stronger opponent is essential. That’s what Ari taught you years ago. “It can’t be the mustache. Right?”

You hum and place your right hand on his shoulder. “Oh, this is getting interesting,” Lloyd smirks. He believes you will be putty in his hands soon enough. “Abandonment is a hard fate.”

“Maybe it’s what’s between your legs.”

Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. He makes the mistake of dropping his hand from your neck. Lloyd wants to say something, wants to tell you about his dick when the worst pain he ever felt ripples through his crotch.

“What?” He screams as you slide the knife back out only to ram it back into his crotch. Once, twice, and three more times. “You bitch!”

He punches your face to get you off him. Lloyd is bleeding heavily. He stumbles back, hand pressed into his crotch.

“I bet you didn’t expect me to stab your dick,” you chuckle darkly. “Lee gave me the knife. He helped me hide it in my sleeve.”

“You had an ace up your sleeve, huh?” He laughs, while slowly bleeding out. Lloyd doesn’t fight it. “I never thought a pretty girl would be the death of me…or I hoped one would. I just dreamed of dying while letting a busty bimbo ride my dick…”

His legs give in. He ungracefully drops to the ground. It almost looks like he’s amused as you stand over him, the knife still in your hands.

“They are coming for me…I know they will…”

Now, an abandoned warehouse, …

“Kitten!”

“Darling!”

“Y/N!”

Your men storm into the abandoned house, looking like they fought their way through an endless stream of enemies to get to you. And you guess they did. None of them would leave you to their enemy.

Ransom limps a little. Andy’s face is bloody, and he shelters his left arm. Ari looks like a wild animal. His shirt got ripped open and there is blood all over his jeans and shoes.

“Baby!”

Ari storms toward you. He gasps and drops his gun to cup your face. Ari tilts your head, sniffling as your clothes are soaked with blood. Your left cheek is swollen, and your lip is split. “Baby, we are so sorry.”

“You should see the other guy,” you grin up at Ari. “I gave it to him good. He never stood a chance against a badass kitten.” Ari wraps you in a bear hug. He holds you tightly as Ransom and Andy look at the other guy on the ground.

“She didn’t lie, Ari. Damn,” Ransom whistles. „Kitten got him good!”

“I told you so,” you hide your face in Ari’s chest, sighing deeply. Your heart is still racing, and your legs feel like jelly. While in Lloyd’s hands, you tried to be strong, and not show that you are scared. “I’m a deadly enemy.”

“We should never mess with our girl,” Andy runs his right hand over your head. His hand trembles, and he needs to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“Kitten, you outdid yourself. I’m proud of you,” Ransom watches you relax in Ari’s arms. He squares his jaw as his plan fired back. Three of their men got killed, and Lee and Lance barely made it out alive. And you got kidnapped and had to endure Lloyd Hansen’s presence.

“We are so sorry. We failed you,” Ari buries his face in your neck, almost crushing you against his chest. “I promised to always protect you and let him get his hands on you for a second time.”

“Did you get Rachel and the others? Did my plan work out?” you ask. “Ari, did it work out?” You press on as he doesn’t answer.

“He got her,” Ransom answers your question. You slowly pull away from Ari, smiling up at him. You stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before you turn your attention toward Ransom. “Kitten…”

“Let me look at you,” you tut. Ari snickers as you look Ransom up and down. You check on him before pecking his lips too. “You’ll live. Now, daddy needs my attention. He looks awful.”

“I’m good, darling. You know I had it worse,” Andy tries to not worry you even more. It’s no use. You’re all over him, touching his injured arm with gentle fingers. “Y/N…”

“Your arm looks like it hurts a lot. What happened?”

“He didn’t watch his back, and someone dislocated his shoulder.” Ransom snickers. “He’s getting old. His reflexes are not the best.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Andy,” you mutter. “How about you tell me if you got that bitch good too!”

Epilogue

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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The Fucker

Pairing: Lance Tucker x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.8k

Summary: Your best friend’s track record of setting you up with assholes is holding steady.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex), slight fem domme, Lance is a dick, reader is fed up, one night stand, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Well, it took fucking forever but I finally finished my entry for the completely fabulous @sweeterthanthis 6k quote me on it challenge!!! For some reason I had a major problem getting into this asshole’s headspace, but I think I got it!! My prompt is in bold. Love you Lau!!! You’re my favorite whore!!!

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“Lys, we need to fucking go!” You shouted from the living room, frowning as you waited for your friend to come out of the bathroom. “This is your date!”

“Just gimme a minute!”

This was ridiculous. You could not believe you actually agreed to a double date with Alyssa and her dumbass boyfriend. Every fucking time your friends tried to set you up you just ended up listening to some moron drone on about their jobs or something for the whole evening then having disappointing sex. But Lys gave you that stupid pout when she mentioned Alex’s cousin was in town, and they didn’t want him to feel like a third wheel, and you were her only single friend. Honestly fuck her.

She finally walked out of the bathroom after another five minutes, making a couple more adjustments to her hair and grinning at you. You just scowled at her and pulled out your phone to order an Uber, grabbing your jacket from the rack and heading out the front door while she giggled behind you. Hopefully they had good cocktails at the bar you were going to. If you were stuck on a bad date you at least wanted to get drunk.

“Tell me more about this asshole.” You said, crawling into the back of the car when it pulled up. “How bored am I gonna be?”

“He’s not boring, he’s an athlete.” She rolled her eyes when you scoffed at her. “Y/N, he’s an Olympic gold medalist, how could you possibly be bored?”

“Oh, I dunno Lys.” You had that sarcastic tone to your voice that annoyed everyone who knew you. “How was I bored when you set me up with the fucking astronaut? All these interesting guys you set me up with have literally one interesting thing about them, and that is the only thing they want to talk about. He’d better be hot, I like some eye candy when I’m getting drunk.”

“Yeah, he’s horrifically hot. You’re gonna puke when you see him.” She was giving you a wicked grin, waggling her eyebrows suggestively when you laughed at her.

“We’ll see. If I don’t puke though, I’m gonna be pissed.” You sat back in the seat as you rode the rest of the way, listening to her babble about how happy she was you agreed to go out with them.

When you pulled up to the bar she was practically bouncing with excitement, pulling you after her before you had a chance to thank your driver and dragging you into the bar. She squealed when she spotted Alex, finally letting go of you so she could run and jump into his arms. Who would’ve thought she’d only been dating him a month? That girl jumped in with both feet.

“Hi there Alex.” You said teasingly, joining the two of them at a more leisurely pace.

“Hey, Y/N.” The man was grinning like an idiot as Lys peppered kisses all over his face. “Nice to see you. This is my cousin, Lance.”

“Well hi, gorgeous.” Ok, he was stupid hot. How could he look that good in jeans and a fucking track coat? Which of course had the damn Olympic logo on it. “No special greeting for me?”

“Yeah, buy me a fucking drink and we’ll see.” You rolled your eyes as you strode past him, ignoring his efforts to smell your hair and shoving your jacket at him. “Go hang that up for me.”

“Jesus, bossy.” He didn’t seem put off by it though, smirking at you when he joined you at the bar after putting your coat in the booth. “We already have a problem, sweetheart?”

“Don’t like set ups.” You said, ordering yourself a whiskey sour and leaning against the bar as you sized him up. “They always turn out to be morons.”

“I’ll try not to take that personally.” He chuckled, grabbing his drink and following you back to the booth where Lys and Alex were canoodling. “So what do you do?”

“Data…” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he was talking over you.

“Yeah the Olympics were crazy.” You snarled as you nursed your drink, you hated being right. “Even coaching now, still get flooded by the press and fans all the damn time. It’s a good thing I love it.”

“Uh huh, so…”

“And winning the fucking gold was such a thrill.” He scooted closer to you and rested his hand on your thigh, not even bothering to look at you as he prattled on about his incredible achievement.

Forty-five minutes later and three more drinks and you had said maybe five words the whole time. Who knew a person could talk that long about gymnastics. You had done such a good job of tuning him out you barely registered when he actually asked you a question.

“What was that?”

“I asked if you wanted to get out of here and go back to my hotel?” The way he was biting his bottom lip at you made you roll your eyes all over again.

“Seriously?” His fingers were starting to edge up your skirt, and even though you were unbelievably annoyed you weren’t making any moves to stop him. “You just talked about yourself for an hour, and now you want me to sleep with you. You haven’t let me talk about myself at all.”

“I already know everything I need to, sweetheart.” This asshole was making you so pissed it was a wonder you hadn’t tossed your drink in his face. “Great tits, fantastic ass, thighs I wanna feel choke the life outta me. C’mon, if they had a medal for satisfying every woman in the Olympic village, I would’ve gotten gold in that, too.”

“Holy shit, you are such an asshole.” You screwed your eyes closed and pressed your fingers into them with an exasperated groan. “We’re not going back to your hotel.”

“No?” He still had that shit eating grin when he bent forward to nuzzle at your throat.

“No.” You chugged the rest of your drink and slammed your glass down on the table, not even disturbing the making out that Lys and Alex were doing across from you two. “Bathroom. If I have to put up with this bull shit, I’m at least getting some orgasms out of it.”

He laughed heartily when you yanked him out of the booth and towards the bathroom. You sighed deeply when he wrapped his arms around you from behind, his hands digging greedily into your hips as he pressed his hardening cock into the curve of your ass.

As soon as you got the door to the bathroom open you were shoving him inside, locking it behind you and turning to him with a low growl. Before he had a chance to open that dick mouth of his you were smashing your lips against his own, shoving your tongue down his throat until he was panting and groaning into your mouth.

“Get on your knees.” You ordered as soon as you pulled away from him, grinning at the whine he gave you as you stared into his lust blown eyes.

“What?” His chest was heaving as his brain tried to reset, that was one hell of a kiss.

“Kneel, golden boy.” You bent slightly to slide out of your panties before hooking your fingers over his bottom lip and dragging him to his knees. “I’m sick of hearing you talk. Why don’t you put that mouth to good use?”

You propped one foot on the sink and pulled your skirt up around your waist and grinning when he blinked up at you in a daze.

“But…”

You rolled your eyes and gripped his hair by the roots, shoving his mouth into your weeping cunt and grinding against his mouth until he finally got the hint. He grunted once he finally tasted you, his fingers digging into your ass and pulling you closer as he started mouthing hungrily at your sex.

It was honestly surprising how eager he was being, his tongue dragging over your pussy at a pace that was making it hard for you to breathe. The tip of his tongue gently prodded at your entrance before he was thrusting it inside you and curling it against your soft walls while you let out a soft sigh.

When he started fucking you with his tongue you let out a deep moan, tugging at his locks and thrusting your hips against his face to meet each push of the thick muscle. It seemed impossible, but he was pressing against your sweet spot with each curl of his tongue, that thing was long.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” You pulled your foot off the counter and hooked your knee over his shoulder, pulling him even closer and laughing softly when he groaned into your cunt. “I did not expect you to be so good at this. Nu-uh, no talking.”

You gripped his head and shoved him back into place when he leaned back to sass you, smirking at the irritated grumble he let out before he started dragging his tongue over your clit at a torturous pace. Even with the slow movements, you were still right there, your hips rocking against his face as you chased your pleasure.

His lips brushed against your clit at the perfect angle and that was it. You tasted blood when you bit your lip and choked on a cry, your hands and thighs keeping him pressed close as you rode out your high. He drank up everything you gave him with a pleased hum, blinking stupidly at you and gasping for breath once you finally released him.

“Well, g’night.” You grabbed your panties and slid them back on with a satisfied grin, ignoring the look of stunned confusion on his face. “Thanks for the drinks!”

“Wait, what?” He rose on shaky legs as he watched you make some adjustments to yourself in the mirror. “Honey, I didn’t even get a chance to give you the gold.”

“Is that your name for your dick, or something?” You laughed when he gave you a petulant shrug. “Of course it is. Why don’t you go back to that hotel and give your right hand the gold, pretty boy? I’ve got a long, hot bath with my name on it.”

“But…”

“Jesus, you really don’t know when to shut the fuck up.” You yanked the door to the bathroom open and rolled your eyes when you saw that your counterparts had taken off, you’d just have to curse out Lys later for setting you up with another douchebag. “I’ll be sure to watch your girls on TV. And pray none of them are stupid enough to let you put your hands on them. Give me the gold. What a twat.”

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god of gymnastics ✧ lance tucker

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pairing: lance tucker x fem!reader

summary: your sister’s gymnastics coach takes an interest in you.

word count: 1,187

warnings?: named sister (so sorry if her name is your name), lance tucker is an asshole (but we love him for it), age difference but reader is older than 18, (one-sided) dirty talk but nothing actually happens beyond making out

Your sister was practically born doing somersaults, back handsprings, and aerial cartwheels. She was made for gymnastics. She was born to go into the Olympics. And your dad made damn sure that she would be able to make those dreams a reality. They paid for the best coaches, took her to the best gyms, made sure she was in competition after competition until she got the attention from the right people. When he died, the responsibility of making sure that little Lia made it to the Olympics fell on you. You were hardly older than her, only a few years her senior, but suddenly it felt like the weight of the world had been placed on your shoulders. It was a lot to handle, but you couldn’t just let years of hard work and preparation go to waste. So you put your life on hold, putting off college and trying to juggle three jobs to make sure you could pay for the best coaches and the best gyms that your dad had worked so hard to get her into. This was your family’s legacy, and you’d make damn well sure that it amounted to something, preferably a shiny gold medal but just qualifying for the Olympics would be satisfactory.

But that didn’t mean that you had to enjoy her fucker of a coach. Lance Tucker was, to put it simply, a piece of work. A piece of work with a nice body and cute ass, but a piece of work nonetheless. He made it his mission to make you uncomfortable every time you stepped through that door to pick up your sister. Despite her being the perfect age to start driving, the two of you decided her time would be better spent training than learning how to drive, so you continued to drive her anywhere she needed to go. And Lance? Well, he seemed to revel in the fact that you had to show up to his gym every fucking day of the week.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled out as he saw you waiting by the entrance to the gym. “What brings you here, princess?”

“You know why I’m here, Tucker,” you dismissed. “It’s the same as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, dating all the way back to the day I first started dropping Lia off here.”

He hummed, a smirk curling across his face. “Sorry, princess, but every time I see you, my mind just goes blank.”

“That’s ‘cause you think with your dick, and not your brain.”

“Oh, so you’ve been thinking about my dick? ‘Cause I think it’s time you get well acquainted with—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Trust me, princess, I’ve been trying.” He stalked over to you, you backing up until you felt your back hit the wall. He towered over you, propping his arm up beside your head and leaning down over you until you were so close that you could smell his minty gum. “But you just keep runnin’ from me. Hurts my feelings, ya know.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about your feelings, Tucker, specially not when we both know that you’d just ditch me the second you get what you want.”

He chuckled lowly. “Oh? You worried that I’d just ‘bandon you? ‘Cause I promise you, princess, that once I get you, I'mma never let you go.”

“I’m sure you say that to every poor sucker you coax into your bed, but I’m not another trophy for you to win,” you said, looking away. God, he got on your every last nerve, but even you had trouble controlling yourself when he was that close to you. For as annoying as he was, even you had to admit that he was undeniably attractive.

“Sounds like you’re jealous, princess,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “But I’mma tell you a secret: you’re all I think about whether I’m fuckin’ another bitch or gettin’ myself off.”

You ground your teeth together, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched together at the idea of him thinking about you while having sex. You turned your head, looking away from him. He didn’t get to see the way he had such an effect on you. No, that would only fuel his stupid fucking ego, and he didn’t deserve that.

“Well, think of someone else. You’re my sister’s coach. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”

“Mm, but we both know that you want me buried between your pretty little legs, princess. You just gotta let me,” he said, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back at him again. He brushed his lips against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “C’mon, princess. I’ll treat you right, no matter if you wanna act like a pretty princess or my dirty little whore.”

“Tucker, leave me alone.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think you mean that,” he said, his eyes opening. “Not when you’re practically putty in my hand. Just give me the word, and I’ll give you the world.”

“I don’t want anything you have to give,” you denied, even though your thoughts were quickly becoming clouded with ideas of being Lance Tucker’s little bitch. “I just wanna get my sister and leave.”

“Mm, you might mean that now, but soon you’re gonna see that all you really want is me, princess,” he said, cupping your face with his massive hands and bring his lips down on yours. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you found yourself giving into the temptation that was the god of gymnastics. Every protest you had died down as you snaked your arms around his neck, one of your hands gripping the back of his head, pushing him down impossibly closer to you.

But, all too soon, he pulled away, his smirk even bigger than ever. “I knew you wanted this, princess. Glad you finally came to your senses.”

“Fuck you,” you said, still hating the way he taunted you.

“Don’t worry, you will soon,” he grinned. He back away, never breaking eye contact with you, as you heard Lia come running out of the locker room, shouting about how she perfected this one really hard move or something—you weren't sure, you could hardly pay attention to what she was saying. All you could think about was Lance fucking Tucker and how you wanted to both throttle him and fuck him within an inch of his life. “You’d better put little Lia to bed early tonight. I’ll be pickin’ you up at 8 o’clock sharp. Make sure you wear somethin’ that shows off your pretty little legs.”

And though you wanted to push back, to fight back, to tell him that you’d sooner gouge out your eyes before you went out with him, you’d already had a a stunning red number that left little to the imagination picked out. After all, if Lance was determined to torment you, you’d be sure you got something out of it, too. It was only fair.

And, who knows, maybe you’d even give the god of gymnastics a run for his money.

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