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How You Cuddle Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Steve and Bucky 

Dry Humping *NSFW* Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Tony, Steve and Bucky

Kissing  Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky

Spanking *NSFW*  Ft. Tony, Thor, Sam, Clint, Steve and Bucky

Eating You Out *NSFW* Ft. Tony, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Nat and Wanda

Blowjobs *NSFW* Ft. Tony, Thor, Clint, Sam, Steve and Bucky


Drabbles

All Bucky Drabbles

Alpha!Bucky when his mate goes into heat (smutish?)


Bucky Barnes

Protection  Bucky finds himself in a sticky situation when he pushes Y/N away from a group of men she was fighting in order to keep her “safe”.

Instinct  Bucky doesn’t know why he saved her or why he felt as if it were second nature to do so until Steve pulls some files and sparks Bucky’s memory.

Instinct Pt. 2  Bucky remembers new memories of his old life with HYDRA, or more specifically, with (Y/N).

Saving Her  Bucky tried his hardest to protect (Y/N) from his past life, but demons can only stay away for so long.

Goodbye  1940′s Bucky being a cute sad sponge before he leaves.

Loathing  Bucky ignores the reader to avoid his feelings but what will happen when he finally realizes how badly it’s hurting her?

Obsessions  Bucky can’t keep his hands off (Y/N), especially when he has her pinned beneath him, naked and filled with want. (SMUT!)

Winter  Bucky thinks leaving will protect the Reader, but after two years of being completely infatuated with her, he’s not sure how he's supposed to leave her behind.

Babygirl  Bucky is entirely fucked when it comes to Y/N, so much so that his mind forgoes the usual night terror to produce a vivid sensual dream involving her, him and no clothes what so ever – which results in some steamy sex when he wakes up. (SMUT!)

A Dash Of Jealousy Bucky knows he shouldn’t be jealous over a girl who isn’t technically his, but that doesn’t stop him from showing her who she belongs to. (SMUT!)

Help Two bodies, one bed, a whole bunch of sexual tension and some scandalous dry humping all make for an extremely happy Bucky Barnes (SMUT!)

A Woman Like You Bucky and the reader decide to spice things up in the bedroom, which in turn gets Bucky to realize his abundant amount of kinks. (A lot of SMUT, a lot of kinks, a lot of dirty talk, a lot of warnings..)

I Know Her After Vienna, Steve doesn’t know what’s going on in Bucky’s mind. But, when a significant figure form Bucky’s past appears, Steve sees a little of his old friend.

Stay The five times Bucky Barnes crawls out of Y/N’s bed. The five times hearts get broken. The five times Y/N becomes a stronger woman.

Too Close  A/B/O dynamic. Alpha!Bucky lends a hand to Omega!Reader during her heat (SMUT!)

Doll  Bucky only calls one person Doll, always has. But when he lets it slip while chatting up a random girl at the bar, feelings come out and secrets spill.

That’s You Bucky reflects back on the relationship he shared with you while waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

That’s You Pt. 2 Bucky takes his chance to get his girl back, breaking his heart in the process

Can I? Bucky worries about hurting her while Steve forces him to hold onto her

Can I? Pt. 2 Bucky realizes that Y/N is more broken than she lets people know and he’s damn ready to help her

I’ll Be Good Bucky watches Y/N slowly lose her battle with depression so he steps in to help her 


Stucky

Our Girl  After the reader teases Bucky all day, Steve and himself show her exactly what they can provide in the bedroom (SMUT)

Attraction  After 7 days away from his girl, Bucky returns home to ravish her with Steve. (SMUT)



Sebastian Stan

Birthday Boy In which Seb comes home for his birthday and learns exactly how Y/N’s been handling herself without him. (SMUT)



Jefferson (OUAT)

A Thousand Years Jefferson spends years watching the love of his life unknowingly fall for another man. He spends his days praying for the curse to break, just so he can have her back in his arms.


Blaine (HTTM)

Snowed In  Blaine comes home to find Chaz and his girl cuddling during the snow storm. His jealousy spikes and some semi-angry sex follows. (SMUT!!)

Snowfall Blaine meets Y/N for the first time and makes a lousy first impression


Fics


Off-Limits (Bucky x Reader) *SMUT*

Bucky finds himself in a tough spot when Tony’s daughter catches his eye. Despite numerous warnings from Steve, Bucky pursues the girl. A few rules are broken, clothes are discarded and limbs are tangled together.  


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven


Break (Lance Tucker x Reader) *SMUT*

The reader is a gymnastics protege with a full ride to worlds and an adoring nation behind her. When’s she gets a new coach, she gets assigned Coach Tucker, who not only trains her like hell, but also finds the small details about her absolutely addictive.


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY:

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DEADPOOL:

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THE BRONZE:

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THE MAZE RUNNER:

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  • PREFERENCES

BANDS:

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TEEN WOLF:

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“More Than Roommates”

Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of his characters. Thank you love your writing!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2067

A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part. 


Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.

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♡Sebastian Stan Appreciation♡

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**UPDATE: Happy Birthday Seb!
Take It or Leave It

Summary: “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, eventual fluff

Word Count: 854

A/N: This is my submission for my beloved Manu’s [@jurassicbarnes] blogaversary writing challenge!! This is my first Lance fic, so I hope you all enjoy it!!

Originally posted by kingsebastian

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Use You

Lance Tucker x Female Reader

Plot:  Lance has had a beyond shitty day.  He needs to work blow off some steam. 

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, minor humiliation kink, (rough) hair pulling, oral (male receiving), choking.  This is pure fucking porn. fluff

A/N: This is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. 100000% of my inspiration for this came from this post plus the fact that I’ve had an ultra shitty fucking day and I needed to let out some frustrations. So, note to self - when pissed, write rough Lance smut. gif credit

Important Notice: Since tags and notifications are being absolute shit lately, so if you would like to be tagged in anything do not comment on this piece alone.  A lot of requests to be tagged are getting buried because I don’t get notifications of comments for whatever fucking reason (thanks Tumblr) SO if you would like to be tagged in my future works please send me an ask or simply add yourself to my taglistI fear anything else will be lost and I don’t want y’all to feel like I’m ignoring y’all or anything - thanks!

MALE READER VERSION

A comfortable quiet looms over your apartment, the hum of the AC barely reaching your ears as you lounge on the couch with a novel.  Your legs are cast across the cushions, one bent to use as a rest for your book as you lean back against the arm and absentmindedly twirl a piece of hair around the fingers of your free hand.  What an absolutely perfect day.

That is until the sound of your front door suddenly slamming open then shut in quick succession breaks through your peace.  Loud footfalls echo from the t entryway and you don’t have to turn around to know Lance is home and in a less than stellar mood.

You glance back anyway, arousal creeping up your spine (and well into your pants) at the sight that greets you.

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When someone tries to tell me Seb can’t act

UMMMM👏🏻

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EXCUSE👏🏻ME👏🏻

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YOU👏🏻

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ARE👏🏻

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MISTAKEN👏🏻

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MY👏🏻BOI👏🏻

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IS👏🏻MORE👏🏻VERSATILE👏🏻

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THAN👏🏻A👏🏻THNEED👏🏻

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YOU👏🏻

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SILLY👏🏻

Originally posted by kingsebastian

GOOSE👏🏻

Accidents Happen

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Summary: After months of keeping it secret for so long, Sebastian accidentally tells the whole world that you’re pregnant.

Word Count: 978

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

A/N: This is the penultimate part of the pregnancy chapter of Family Man Stan. I’m pretty sure you all know what’s coming next? Labor and delivery! I have yet to start it and I hope I do justice to writing it properly.

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Sebastian had always been a private man in the eyes of the public. He was mysterious—leaving clues here and there but not totally confirming or denying anything. Everybody knows you were his girlfriend before. But you both kept quiet as the years went by. The next thing the world knew was that you two got hitched, which surprised everyone.

Now, you have been in hiding pretty well. You didn’t want to have the whole world know you were expecting a child—technically, children—with Sebastian. You liked to keep it private. You will tell the world when it was time.

You both were in your pajamas, sitting on your bed. You were sat up, back against the headboard, book in your hand, a small Bluetooth speaker playing soft tunes. Sebastian was sitting beside you, his head on your shoulder, hands busy fiddling with his phone.

“Baby, smile!” He called you. You looked up from your book and Sebastian immediately took a photo. You smiled and nudged him with your shoulder.

“I wasn’t smiling yet! Delete that!”

“You look beautiful no matter what you look like.” He winked at you, showing you the photo. It was angled downward, enough that you could see half of Sebastian’s body, who was leaning mostly on your arm, a boyish grin on his face. You, on the other hand, had your mouth slightly open and your eyes a little bit wide, your eight months pregnant belly on display with your legs splayed out in front of you.

“Seb, delete it.”

He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Not gonna happen. Besides, it was your idea to document this. It’s for our memories.” He smiled at you again. You pouted playfully until you shook your head, returning your attention to your book. You heard him take another picture. Next, he leaned down to your belly and he kissed it whilst taking another picture.

You giggled at how silly he was being. You knew that he was just excited. In a matter of weeks, your twins were gonna be there and a whole new chapter of your lives was about to start.

He put his phone down and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He nuzzled the side of your head, making you lean on to him.

“Hungry?” He asked.

“Yes. Always.” You replied, closing your book and looking up at him. He smiled and kissed your lips.

“Let’s go eat then.”

You were eating a bowl of cereal, even though it was already 11 in the evening when Sebastian’s phone rang loudly in his pocket. It was his agent calling.

“Hello?” He answered the call. You watched as his face suddenly contorted into confusion—eyebrows knit together and lips turned into a frown. Suddenly his eyebrow raised in question. “I did??” He glanced briefly at you. You raised your own eyebrow in question and he lifted his finger, telling you to wait for a second. He grew silent for a moment, listening to his agent before nodding and agreeing he ended the call and let out a long breath. He was tapping something on his phone for a while. He bit uneasily on his finger before putting his phone down on the table, face first.

“What happened? What’s happening?” You questioned with a mouth full of cereal. He grew uneasy and held both of your hands. He looked guiltily at you. You gripped his hands tighter. “What did you do Sebastian?”

“I, uhm…,” he looked away, avoiding your eyes, “I may have… sort of… announced that…you’re pregnant…,” he almost whispered the last part.

“What?”

“I’m sorry! I was saving our pictures until I accidentally added it to Instagram.”

“How can you possibly add the photos to Instagram?”

“I was using Instagram to take the photos! I must’ve added it to my story instead of just saving it…”

“Why were you using Instagram to take photos? You could’ve just used the camera app or something?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N! It’s just that, I like to add text to the photos and sometimes stickers…,” he looked like a lost puppy with all the guilt evident in his eyes. “Please forgive me, draga. I love you. Don’t get mad please.” He went around the table to your side and hugged you tightly. “I know you didn’t want everyone to know. This is all my fault. I’m really, really, sorry.”

You sat still on your chair, processing everything. How can your husband be so handsome and sexy at the same time be so clumsy and reckless? You picked up his phone and true enough, he had posted the photo of him kissing your belly with the words ‘1 month left!’ across it. You looked at him and he was waiting for your reaction. You looked back at his phone before finally saying,

“I swear, Sebastian, your troublemaking is gonna be bad for the kids.” You kissed his forehead before sighing. “Cat’s outta the bag now. Nothing else we could do.”

“You’re not mad?” He asked, cautiously.

“I am honestly not surprised. I married a silly man.” You pinched his nose. “It’s okay, Seb. People were bound to know anyways. Best it came from us.”

“Oh god.” Sebastian pulled you towards him, planting his lips to yours, smothering you with a breathtaking kiss. “I love you so much. I’m really sorry.” Another kiss. “I’m glad I married you.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. You picked up his phone and angled the camera towards the both of you.

“Let’s make it officially ‘official’, yeah?” You encouraged. Sebastian and you posed for the camera and posted it on his Instagram.

You were looking mad at Sebastian, with one hand supporting your lower back. Sebastian was looking at the camera, a guilty look on his face and shoulders raised upward in a shrug. The caption was, ‘Oops. Oh well.’

Posted: May 19, 2018

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Break Part Two

Break Part Two

Lance Tucker

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, swearing

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Lance isn’t entirely sure how he found himself in this position, this had never happened to him. He’d trained a few girls in the past and never once had such an issue.

That issue being that Lance was incredibly, absolutely, painfully rock fucking hard.

And, well, the thin material of his track pants wasn’t doing a damn thing to cover it up. He couldn’t even put a hand over it because both of his were being used to rub kinks out of Y/N’s back.

He’s not sure what caused it, having multiple reasons why it could’ve happened. It could’ve been the sports bra he picked was pushing her breasts out, or how the shorts she wore were up her ass. But, he thinks it’s definitely the fact that he’s seated on the round of her ass, driving his thumbs into her skin.

There’s a lot of reasons as to why he’s uncomfortably hard. Every slight brush against his crotch when he’d move, every sense of friction against his pants - his cock was taking it all in and pulsing even harder with every touch.

It really didn’t help when Y/N would let out a soft moan whenever he hit the right area. Or when she’d wiggle into his touch, silently pleading for more. Or, when she’d look back at him and smile.

Damn, that smile did things to him that he never even knew could happen.

“You need to get loose. I’m not going to be able to rub out your back halfway through your routine when you make it to the Olympics.” Lance sniffs, hips shifting so he can lean forward and reach her shoulder blade.

She hums, lifting her foot up behind him. “Maybe not halfway through, but before would be great.” She digs her head into the mat below her, sighing when he hits a particularly tense muscle.

He can’t help it when his mind races to thought of how she’d look under him, undressed and begging. If he had his way with her she’s be so entirely fucked out that she wouldn’t walk for the next few days.

“Alright, what else hurts?” He asks, clapping his hands together to get her attention.

“Lower back.” She groans, eyes clenching when she adjusts her hips below him. She brings a hand behind her, pointing to the lowest dip of her back before the arch of her ass. 

Lance nods, blinking rapidly. He brings his hands down again, rubbing at the bare skin between her bra and her shorts. The muscles are so wound together, he’s shocked that she was even able to complete half the routine. 

“When’s the last time you went to get stretched?” He asks, driving the pads of his thumbs into her skin.

She sighs, looking back at him. “Caleb stretched me out last night before I left the gym. Hope asked him to do a full body with me.”

Lance scowls, pushing her rising body back to the mat. “Caleb’s been here for two days, he isn’t allowed to touch you again. You understand me? Not going to allow some newby to fuck up my protege.” He seethes, feeling overwhelmed by the unreasonable anger rushing through him. “And Hope isn’t your coach, tell her to fuck off next time she tells you to do something.”

“She said you told her to have me do it.” She murmurs, placing her head on her forearms. “And that - oh!” Y/N’s body jolts up, pressure being released under Lance’s finger.

And shit, he would give everything (probably not everything but a decent amount of whatever) to hear her make that noise again.

“Right there?” He nudges, watching her head nod. He digs his fingers deeper into her muscles, pulling and pushing along them. “Don’t listen to anyone but me. Hope’s just jealous of you.”

“Well no shit. She’s still living in her glory days when she was America’s Sweetheart and she fucked you all the time. I can see where she’d be jealous.” Y/N sighs into the mat, wiggling in Lance’s hold.

He smirks down at her. “Is someone jealous that Hope got to fuck me? It was only a few times for fun, babe.” He hums, an amused look crossing Y/N’s features. 

“No, not really. Not at all, actually. Plus even if I was jealous, I could fuck you if I wanted to.” She huffs, moving her shoulder when he drags his hands back up her back.

Lance furrows his brows, a small frown on his lips. “What do you mean you could fuck me if you wanted to? I wouldn’t fuck you, you’re my athlete, I’m your coach. And I’m older than you.”

“As if that’s really stopping the raging hard-on you have pinned to my ass.” She scoffs, smiling up at him. He swallows, unaware of how much she could feel through his pants. 

He stands up, his lips tweaking up at the edges. “You didn’t say anything earlier? Did you enjoy feeling my cock pressed against your ass, or what?” His snarky nature comes out, covering the embarrassment he would have.

“Well I didn’t complain about it, did I? Plus I was getting a massage, why would I want that to stop?” Y/N brushes off her hands, chalk particles floating up in the air. “I’m just happy my ass got you hard.” She laughs.

Lance nods, looking at her fully. “You do have a huge ass.” He chuckles, walking around her to survey her body. She pats a hand on it, looking behind herself.

“Guys seem to like it so it can’t be as bad as you make it out to be.” She smirks, brushing some chalk off of the black material. Lance looks up at her, shaking his head.

“No more guys, no distractions. I need you focused on the Olympics, focused on the gold we’re going to win.” He snaps, feeling the unreasonable anger flowing through him again.

Y/N rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Aren’t you the one who told me I need to get fucked more often only 8 hours ago? What happened to getting loose, huh?” 

“I didn’t think sex was that big of a deal for you. Didn’t know you needed sex to live.” He smirks, sauntering around her. She shakes her head slowly, laughing at his words.

“I don’t need sex to live. But, while we’re on the topic - I fucking love sex. I think it’s quite great, if I do say so myself. So I’m going to have as much sex before, during and after the olympics as I want.” Y/N leans back, eyes on Lance.

He stays quiet for a moment. “Okay.” He says, watching her cock an eyebrow. “If you want sex so badly then fine, I’ll be the one to fuck you. No distractions means no distractions.”

“I’m not going to have sex with you.” She scoffs, her eyes unashamedly moving down to the bulge in his trackies. “You’re my coach. I’ll tell you about my sex life, I will not have you be part of it.”

Lance shrugs, stepping towards her. “I don’t know if you heard me right. I will be the one to fuck you. The only one to fuck you. The only one you’ll even think about fucking. Got it?”

He steps until his chest is pressed to hers, his head tilting down to look at her. Her eyebrows are furrowed together, annoyance crossing her features. “Got it, Coach.”

“Good. Back to the routine.” He swats at her ass, pointing at the uneven bars. She stands in the same position, looking at him without any emotion on her face. 

“No.” She defies, a hint of a smirk on her face. “I want to have sex. Now.”

He would’ve been taken aback if it wasn’t so damn early and if he wasn’t so fucking hard. So instead of speaking, he nods at her, shrugging his shoulders to let her know it was okay.

He actually liked the dominance in her voice. Of course he would never willingly let her take control, but the idea of it seemed fun enough for Lance to let her brashness off the hook.

He steps towards her again, knocking her a step back. “Then lets have sex.” He whispers, palming the back of her head until he pulls the ponytail out. Her hair flies around her body, giving Lance something to grab onto.

He tugs her head back, exposing her neck to him. Leaning down, Lance latches his teeth to her skin, nibbling softly - just enough to get a rise out of her, a whimper or something of the sort.

Her rise ends up being a hand in his hair, tugging him closer to her neck. Which absolutely fucks Lance to his core.

Lance only bites at her skin, not daring to press his lips against it just yet. He works his way up her neck, across her jaw at to her lips where he fans his breath across her smooth ones.

“How much do you want to have sex with me?” He grins, a shit eating grin really, that he knows will send her off with a sarcastic remark to slap in his face. But, he likes the sarcasm - it keeps him humble.

“Considering you’re the only person i can have sex with for a long time, very fucking much.” She breathes, her lips brushing against his with every word. “But, if I was allowed other options I wouldn’t want to fuck you at all.”

He smirks, holding in a laugh. “Them’s fightin’ words.” He snickers, sliding his hands around her to hold her waist. He pulls her into him, his cock resting on her stomach.

They stand there and stare at one another for a moment, but as the tension in the room rises, they both become aware of the growing situations in their pants.

“So, you gonna kiss me or not? Because I’m beyond okay getting myself off in the locker room shower.” She smirks, nudging her head up against his.

He chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly. “I would’ve kissed you earlier but you never shut the fuck up.” 

“Says the one who has to have an entire monologue before even saying ‘good morning’.” 

“Fair enough.”

He bends down, catching her lips with his own. Its forceful and possessive, just shy of pain. It’s a bruising kiss, just molding to each other with no tongue involved. Lance lets out a small whimper when she tugs at his hair, pulling him even closer to her.

“Feisty, huh?” He chides, pulling away and tapping a hand on her bum. She shrugs, moving her hands to rest on his abs under his shirt. He knows where her hands are - exactly on the neckpiece of his medal.

He smirks inwardly at the knowledge, knowing he’ll be able to say some type of remark when his clothes come off.

He leans down again, pushing his lips into hers. This time he slots his tongue between her lips, licking his way into her mouth. She reciprocates the kiss, wrapping her arms around the back of his head.

She takes control for the moment, just enough time to push him back into a stack of mats, his back resting against it. 

“Wow.” He chuckles as she drops to her knees, placing her hands on his track pants. “Eager, are we now?”

Something changes inside of Y/N and fuck, Lance loves it.

She’s no longer fighting against him. Instead, she’s pulling out all the stops in order to show him exactly what she can do.

She rolls her fingers along the waistband of his pants before looking up at him from under her lashes. “Shirt.” She murmurs, beginning to pull the material down his legs.

Lance whips his hands to the bottom of his shirt, peeling it over his head and tossing it somewhere around the room. “Are you fucking serious?” She deadpans, putting her hands on his hips.

Lance smirks triumphantly, knowing she’s referring to the grand masterpiece painting his lower abdomen. “You asked me about it, you already knew I had it.” He shrugs.

“I thought it was a fucking joke. I also didn’t think it’d wrap around your cock. Are you really that materialistic as to get it near your dick?”

“Not materialistic, proud is the wo – oh – oh!” He’s cut off by Y/n placing the tip of his cock on her tongue. “Fuck.” He curses, palming the back of her head as she works her way down his cock with ease.

She suckles and licks at every ridge, pressing her thumbs along the pulsing vein at the base of his cock. 

She moves at an enticing speed and Lance can’t help but watch the way his cock disappears into her throat with every stroke. “Just like that, baby.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She pops of his cock, looking at him. “Ruining the fucking mood.” She mutters, licking her lips before diving back onto his cock.

“Feisty, feisty, feisty. Better watch your mouth.” Lance grins, rubbing a hand down her cheek to feel the hollow of it as she sucks on his dick, pulling him into the back of her throat.

She swallows around him, enjoying the little gasps and whimpers escaping his lisp every time she did a new move. “You’re quite good at this, huh?” He muses, chewing his bottom lip. “Might just have to cum in your mouth.”

“This isn’t about you, it’s about me. If anything, I should be the one to get off from some oral.” She smirks, stroking his cock in her small hand, twisting along the base. Her breath fans across his cock, causing it to twitch in her hand.

“Well baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had so far. So yeah, might have to cum in your mouth.” Lance smiles, lightly thrusting into her mouth, edging his hips from the mats behind him.

“Never heard that before.” She hums, stroking him. Lance peers down at her with a cocked eyebrow. “That I’m the best anyone’s ever had. The guys I sleep with just want half a blow job then some sex before they leave.”

“Well their fucked.” Lance groans, his head falling back against the mats. “So, so good.”

She takes him back into her mouth, sucking with some force this time.

“That’s it, just like that.” He moans, pushing hair from her eyes so he can look at her. “Fuck, that’s good. Keep doing that thing – fuck.”

He can’t help but swear when she does a particular twist-suck combo on his cock, her hands moving rapidly along the vein pulsating. She nuzzles him into her mouth so far that her lips curl around the base, sending a choked cough out of Lance’s mouth.

“Christ.” Lance purses from his lips when she swallows around him again, his tip tucked neatly in the back of her throat. He can feel the clenching of his stomach and he knows he’s closer than he’d like to be at the moment.

A shudder rolls up his spine, his fingers clasping along the mats behind him. His knuckles are turning white from the pressure. When her teeth rub against his length, he loses all control.

“So fucking close – ‘m gonna cum – like that, yeah.” He brushes another finger along her cheek, reveling in the feeling of his cock poking against the thin skin. She winks up at him, her cocky side taking over once again.

 He can honestly say that Y/N is by far the best sex partner he’s had, and he hasn’t even been inside of her yet. He used to think Hope was so great with her gymnastic moves but fuck, this girl had his cock all the way down her throat and she still managed to toss a sarcastic jab in there once in a while?

Yeah, she was the best he’d ever had.

Lance can’t even prep her for his orgasm, because when it comes, he’s blindsided. His hand slams down on the mats, eyes locked on Y/n’s mouth and teeth biting dangerously hard on his lips.

She manages to move back quick enough to avoid being drowned by a load of cum (which Lance will have to apologize about after he gains his footing again). She moves back to his tip, sucking on it as her hand drives up and down the skin.

Lance is a complete wreck above her, his body jolting in every way. He’s even shocked at how much cum he just poured into her mouth – enough so that it started spilling out the corners of her lips. 

But, just as he thought, she swallowed it all, with him in her mouth might he add, and threw a smile up at him two seconds later.

She stands, licking her plump and swollen lips. And Lance, well he’s utterly fucked out after that. He’s not even sure how he’s standing at the moment, let alone breathing.

When she steps closer, her thigh brushing against his overly-sensitive cock, that’s when Lance snaps back into the real world. 

“Welcome back, Coach.” Y/N teases, pressing small kisses to his neck, chewing on his skin.

“You’ve been holding out on me.” He chuckles, sucking in as much breath as he possibly can in order to get his head to stop spinning around the fucking room.

“You never asked what i could do with my mouth, so I technically wasn’t holding out on you.” She murmurs against his neck, biting harshly to create a dark mark that he won’t be able to cover up.

He nods, blinking the haze from his eyes. “Let’s take care of you now, doll.” It takes only a second for Lance to hook her legs around his hips, his body holding her up.

He’s able to get her sports bra off with ease, his mouth attacking her collar bones and the swell of her breasts as her fingers thread through his hair. He sucks marks on her skin, smirking at the final product.

He crouches down, laying her on her back against the floor. Running his hands along her stomach, he lowers himself down her body. After he gets her shorts and paints off, she spreads her legs for him and smirks.

“So fuckin’ wet.” And Lance is actually really amazed by the sheer glistening droplets that are clinging to her skin. He can feel his cock getting heavy at the sight.

He kisses his way down her thigh, pulling his fingers along her folds to spread her juices evenly. When Lance looks up he finds Y/N with her eyes closed, one hand on her breast and the other tangled in his hair.

God, his hair’s going to be a fucking mess after this.

He flattens his tongue along her clit, dragging the rough pad of his muscle along it to emit a whimper from her mouth. He does it again, also moving his fingers to her opening.

He knew from the first taste of her slick that he was completely enamored with her.

It didn’t take long for Lance to find himself lost in his job, his eyes closed and his fingers soothing their way inside of her as if it wasn’t his first time touching her body. Everything just felt so natural to him.

“Please, more.” She breathes, tugging at the roots of his hair. He reaches his free hand up to grip her breast, tugging at the nipple and running his callused fingers along it.

“Lance..” He likes it. Fuck does he like it. The way his name rolls of her tongue - he really fucking likes it.

Bucking her hips into his face, Y/N moans out for him. The noises she’s making sends a throbbing sensation throughout Lance and he’s sure he could cum just by the sounds she’s emitting.

“Taste so fucking good.” Lance mutters against her heat, pulling his fingers from inside of her. He brings his hand up to her mouth, watching as she encloses his digits in her warmth.

She sucks and licks along his fingers just as she did for his cock, something he wasn’t even sure he was expecting. He kisses he clit and crawls up her body, nipping at the skin along the way.

“Fuck me.” She whines, sending a fuck load of blood to his cock. Lance nods, pressing his lips against hers in a sloppy manner.

“You on the pill?” He breathes, not even caring if she was because his cock needs attention and it needs attention now. She just nods up at him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth.

“Can you get on all fours for me, baby?” He grabs her hips, helping her to turn over. “Perfect. That’s it,..” He runs his hands down her ass, getting a handful of the plush area that’s been the center of his masturbation thoughts all week.

He’s happy when she dips her shoulders to the mattress, lifting her ass so far that the slope between her ass and her head is a huge curve.

Lance positions himself behind her, running his tip along the slick of her heat. “You ready?”

“Would you just fuck me? Sick of this damn commentary.” She smirks up at him, tossing a wink in there as well. 

He chuckles, slapping her ass. “Watch your fucking mouth.” She laughs at his words, wiggling her bum in the air.

Once he finds her hole, Lance sheaths himself entirely inside of her. He has to stop himself from moving because fuck, she was so warm and inviting and so, so tight.

“Fuck.” Lance groans, feeling the pulsing of her walls against his cock. She nods, moving her ass around to get him to move even an inch. Lance pulls out the whole way until just his tip is left inside, then plunges back into her at an alarming speed.

“Lance.” She prolongs his name as it tumbles from her lips, her head digging into the mat below them. He nods to himself, appreciating the way she chanted for him.

She felt fucking amazing around him. So warm and tight, making him want to nuzzle his cock inside of her and never pull out.

He places his thumbs in the divots at the base of her spine, using it to pull her back against his cock. He enjoys the way her ass looks whenever it bounces off his hips, rippling and smacking against his skin.

He smirks when her moans grow louder. Made him want to make as much noise as they possibly could. Made him was to have her scream his name so loud that every other guy will know to stay away.

“Feel good?” He leans down, placing his fingers against her clit and drawing fast circles with no particular rhythm other than that of getting her off before him.

She lets out a broken moan, her breathing becoming labored. “Fuck, fuck! Right there!” She gasps, her hands pulling at the mat below.

“So, so tight.” He groans, slamming into her with such force that he can feel the mat moving along the floor. He watches his cock glide in and out of her, glistening with her juices.

He angles his hips differently, nudging his cock against her furthest wall. “Lance! Oh, fuck. Coach Tucker..” She groans, her hips starting the shake from the pleasure.

He doesn’t stop, he couldn’t imagine stopping that this point anyway. He keeps swiveling his hips, rolling them into her to explore her. Lance leans down and sucks a mark on her shoulder blade, feeling her quake against him.

He ruts relentlessly into her, her moans bouncing off the walls of the gym. He didn’t care that it was around 3 in the morning and that she would have to sleep in tomorrow to catch up. She clearly didn’t care either.

“Fuck – fuck! Lance, fuck me!” She curses, clutching to the mat. He feels her stiffen against him before a wave of pleasure knocks her down. She whimpers and screams, shaking uncontrollably in his arms. 

She clenches hard around him, not allowing him to have any movement what-so-ever. She screams again, an echo of his name that bounds off the walls and circulates back to him.

And he is absolutely delighted by the sound.

It only takes a few more thrusts for the coil in his stomach to spring open, exploding inside of her. He paints her walls with stuttering hips and a dropped jaw.

“Well, that was better than expected.” Y/N chuckles breathlessly under him. Lance moves away, laying on the ground next to her so she could flip onto her back.

“Much better.” He agrees, lifting a hand to high five her. Their skin slaps against one another and Lance can’t help but grin.

Early Morning

Summary: Lance seems to have found his soft spot, thanks to you.

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Warnings: Language; very vague mentions of physical domestic abuse

Word Count: 2,650 (sorry)

A/N: Here is my entry for @marvelous-fvcks’ writing challenge! My prompt was “Stay here tonight.” Note: flashback is set aside, in italics. Hopefully you all enjoy some more soft, caring Lance, because he’s my favorite. | masterlist


Originally posted by love-buckybarnes


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Tainted Love (part 1)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: probably swearing

A/N: Don’t hate me but I deleted ‘Long Way To Go’. I’m sosososososososososososososososo sorry BUT here’s this new Lance AU. I really hope you guys like it :) Also, I know I say this every time but if there are any mistakes, I shall fix it when I wake up (I really need to stop staying up late lol).


Growing up, you always wondered who your soulmate was and when you’d meet him. You wondered if he was brunette or blonde; a red head maybe? If he had blue eyes or brown eyes; maybe gray or hazel?

Was he tall or short? Did he have the most perfect smile ever? Was he nice?

So many questions ran through your head as a kid. Either way, you couldn’t wait until the day you got to meet your soulmate. Your parents always wondered when you‘d meet him. Your older sister already had, they’re married now. Your friend since college, Hope, had recently (finally) got together with her soulmate, Ben. Even your youngest sister had already met her soulmate. Now they were waiting on you and at age 28, you still held onto the little hope that you’d meet him.

It was a long 28 years of your life and your soulmate had put you through hell and back. From bruises and scrapes here and there to breaking your arm and leg.

And let’s not forget the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced because of him; that god forsaken tattoo just above your lady parts.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Everyone was off doing their own thing which left you at home by yourself. You were just watching some movie, relaxing on your couch when you felt a horrible sensation on your lower abdomen and it was getting worse by the second. It felt like someone was stabbing you, more like carving you and you wondered if your soulmate was alright.

Going into the bathroom, you pull down your sweatpants and remove your shirt, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You hold onto the wall for support, the pain increasing as it got closer to your womanhood. You look into the mirror and see what seems to be a drawing?

Then it dawned on you; that motherfucker is getting a tattoo.

It was the worst 3 to 4 hours of your life.

The idiot tattooed fucking gold medal on him. Why the fuck would he get a tattoo of a gold medal? And somewhere so painful? Needless to say you hated getting undressed. Sex too. And forget about bikini’s.

God, how you wished you knew who your soulmate was so that you could properly kick his ass.

You tried contacting him a couple of times when you were 17. You wrote on your hand with pen, knowing it would also appear on his hand as well. You wrote a simple ‘hello, this is your soulmate.’ followed by a little smiley face. He responded with a ‘fuck off’.

You also knew that he was very sexually active. You loathed the mornings you’d wake up and find several hickeys on your neck. Oh, how you wanted to pummel him to the ground.

Even though you wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you always found yourself caring a bit too much for your soulmate, despite all the shit he’s put you through.

“Get your cock sucking ass in the car, you’re coming with me.” Hope placed her hands on her hips as she glared at you.

“No thank you, I’m fine staying home.” you respond, leaning against the doorframe.

Hope groans. “Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and come with me to the gym? The new team coordinator is coming by and you’re really fucking nice so you’ll make me look good.”

You let out a sigh. “Fine. But only because you’re shit on your own.”

Hope smiles and you quickly put on your shoes, slipping your phone into your back pocket. The two of you retreat back to her car and you slide into the backseat, being met with some teen.

He smirks at you. “Hey.”

You turn to Hope. “Who’s this asshole?”

“Oh that’s just Maggie’s fling for the week. ” she brushes it aside and you roll your eyes.

“I really like him.” Maggie turns to you with a sweet smile from the passenger seat.

“He’s got to go.” you say, looking at the guy.

“What?”

“Go, get out.” you nod your head but he doesn’t move. “Don’t make me get out of this car and drag you out.”

The teen’s eyes widen and he grabs his backpack before getting out of the car at which time, Hope starts driving.

“What the fuck was that for?” she glanced at you through the rearview mirror.

“She needs to be on her A game and that little shit would’ve distracted her.”

Hope pursed her lips but didn’t say anything more on the matter.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot.” she spoke, grabbing a cup from the cup holder. “I want that down the hatch before we get to the gym.”

You watch Maggie take the cup from her, noticing it held a greenish liquid and snatched it from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck.” Hope let out a frustrated sigh.

“What’s in here Hope?” you shake the cup around.

“Healthy shit.”

“Like what?”

“Like orange juice and bananas and.. Weed.” her voice got lower towards the end, hoping you wouldn’t hear her.

“Weed?! Are you fucking kidding me Hope? The new team coordinator is coming over and you want Maggie stoned?” you scoff.

“She needs to live a little.” Hope waves her hand at you.

You roll your eyes and roll down the window, throwing the cup.

“What’s wrong with you!” Hope nearly screeched.

“She’s not going to that gym stoned, Hope.”

Hope groans loudly. “Ugh, you’re no fun.”


The three of you walk into the gym upon Ben telling you that the new team coordinator was already there and once Hope sees him, she becomes tense.

The tall man rips his earphone out of his ear and turn around, a smirk playing at his lips. “Well, well, well. Hope Ann Greggory. You’re an hour and three minutes late.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Lance Tucker?” she barely looked him in the eyes but it was clear that she was annoyed to see him.

Lance Tucker? Hope told you about Lance, mostly about how much of an asshole he was and how much she hated him. Lance was a gymnast as well but you didn’t care for gymnastics much so when Hope would rant about him or gymnastics, you wouldn’t pay attention. You didn’t know a thing about Lance Tucker, only that he was, as Hope says, an asshat.

“Team coordinator.” he responds, holding out what looked to be an I.D.

Hope scoffs. “They offered me that job. I said fuck no.”

Lance lets out a laugh. “That’s bullshit.”

“Your face is bullshit.”

“Something looks different about you. Oh,” he then chuckles. “I know, you got old.”

“Your limp dick disease must be affecting your eye vision.” she snapped but before their insults could go any further, Ben stopped it, asking what Maggie’s first set was to which Hope said bars, still glaring at Lance.

Lance on the other hand took this time to glance around the room before his eyes landed on you. “Oh hi, I’m Lance Tucker.” and suddenly he wasn’t the asshole from ten seconds ago.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” you respond. Lance stretches his hand out to you and you shake it, the both of you immediately pulling away when you feel a shock.

“Don’t fall for his nice guy image he’s putting on Y/N. The guys’ still a dick brain.” Hope rolled her eyes at Lance but he was too busy staring at the hand you had touched.

It was as if time had stopped and all Lance could do was look at you. Why had he felt a shock when the two of you shook hands? Did you feel it too? All too soon, Lance was snapped out of his trance.

“Asshole, you gonna watch Maggie or are you gonna keep staring at my friend with your hand in your pants?” Hope questioned, still slightly annoyed.

“Uh, yeah.” he cleared his throat, looking at you once more before turning to Maggie.


A/N: Just go with the flow, alright? I’m so excited for this one. I’ve been writing this for 3 hours, tell me what ya think!

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