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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months

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Slutttyyyy, could you please write something with Lance Tucker, where the reader finds out about his tattoo and he asks her “wanna see the number one?” And then she goes down on her knees and sucks his dick.

Thank you in advance.🩷

Tattoo » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Boyfriend!Lance Tucker x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out about Lance’s tattoo.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, (m receiving), praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, pet names (baby, baby girl)

A/N: Thank you for requesting!🩵 I had fun writing this!🥰 @buckys-wintersoldier

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Lance were making out as you two bursted through the door of his apartment. His hands grasped the back of your thighs and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He took you to his bedroom and dropped you on his bed. Lance took his jacket off and you took the opportunity to take off your shirt and throw it somewhere in the room, along with your pants and revealing your lace bra and panties to him. Lance licked his lips, taking a moment to look over your body.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Coach?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night, baby, but first I want to show you something.” Lance took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. “Wanna see the number one?” He asks while unbuckling his belt.

You bit your bottom lip and eagerly nodded your head. You watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling down his pants and boxer in one go. Your eyes immediately caught sight of his tattoo. You slid off of the bed, getting on your knees. You and Lance have been dating for a couple weeks and this is the first time you’ve seen his tattoo.

“Is this real?” You asked while tracing his tattoo and looking up at him.

“It’s real, baby.” Lance confirms.

Your eyes went further down. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock, licking with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, pumping him in your hand. You licked the underside of his cock, starting at the base and all the way up to his tip. You licked the precum from his tip before wrapping his tip and sucked on it. Lance moaned and tilted his head back. You moved your lips further down on his cock and started bobbing your head. You flattened out your tongue, allowing his cock to slide against it.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Lance moans.

He places a hand on the back of your head to get you to take more of his cock. You gagged a little when his tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly relaxed your throat. Your hands grasped his thighs to steady yourself.

“Your mouth feels amazing, baby girl.” He moans.

He slowly started to thrust his cock in your mouth. You looked up at him with an innocent look in your eyes.

“You look so fucking hot down there, baby.” He says, looking down at you.

One of your hands left his thigh and went to his balls, squeezing them lightly to see what his reaction would be like.

“Holy fuck!” Lance moans loudly.

You were pleased with his reaction and applied more pressure, massaging them. Your name left his lips in loud moans.

“Please don’t stop, baby!” He moans, slowly speeding up his thrusts.

You sucking his cock and massaging his balls had Lance go crazy. He absolutely loves it.

“I’m close, baby.” Lance moans, feeling his orgasm build up.

You bobbed your head faster to help him chase his high. He got closer and closer to the edge till a loud moan of your name left his lips as he came in your moan, a little bit of his cum spilt from your mouth and rolled down your chin. Lance stood there panting as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You wiped his cum off your chin and licked it off your finger while making eye contact with him.

“We should’ve done that sooner.” Lance says panting.

You giggled and stood up, kissing him hungrily. His hands found your waist and pulled you against his body.

“I wonder what your tattoo would look like while you’re fucking me.” You say, biting your bottom lip and tracing his tattoo.

“Let’s find out. Shall we, baby girl?” Lance says with a smirk, picking you up and laid you down on his bed.

🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅

-Bucky’s Doll

#lance tucker #the bronze #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #lance tucker x female reader #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x you #lance tucker smut #lance tucker one shot #lance tucker imagine

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sebastiansluts · 4 months

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

hope this is okay 😭 completely understand if not!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rose writes #lance tucker #lance tucker smut #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x y/n #lance tucker x you #smut #no y/n

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Lance Tucker X reader:

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility (18+)

I’m so weak for Lance tucker tbh

He’s an total asshole and a dick but I’d do anything and everything for him 🧎🏻‍♀️

Stretching you (out)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: lance tucker (he’s a fucking warning ⚠️😩), slightly forced stretching (trust me, it’s gonna be good👀), fingering, oral [ m&f receiving -> 69], p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, pain kink(but not a lot), dirty talk, let me know if I missed smth

Let’s thank @jamneuromain for the split part👀

Moodboard for this one shot here

18 +

Walking into the gym, you looked around. There were no people around anymore, since you had booked a session with a personal trainer- Lance Tucker himself- and wanted to work on yourself a bit. It’s not that you weren’t happy with yourself- you just wanted to try it out. Maybe going to the gym would become your hobby? Maybe you’d like to come here?

Ha, you’d definitely like to come but you didn’t know that yet.

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, feeling his gaze on you. It felt like he was trying to stare into your soul… or making out the outline of your nipples under your shirt and sports bra.

Lance laid out a mat on the floor while you put your beg aside and followed him, not being able to stop looking at his ass- fuck, he had such a- “I can feel you staring” said the man without needing to turn around. Once again you felt your blush deepen.

Quickly you looked away- even though your gaze fell on him again when he took off his jacket, throwing it aside. His shoulders stretched out the material of his white t-shirt and you could actually see his nipples perk up, feeling the chilly air hit his arms.

Fuck, his arms.

You couldn’t stop looking at his biceps while he put up some equipment. He could tell you were still looking at him. Good.

“Haven’t I told you to stretch?” he said, folding his arms, knowing it would drive you crazy… and surprise, surprise, you looked down at his pecs, swallowing once, twice.

You slowly nodded, putting your leg forward and leaning forward, touching your toes. The last time you stretched was probably in highschool- you didn’t remember any of the exercises besides this one.

Watching you, Lance chuckled, stepping closer, and stopping purposely right in front of you, with his crotch close to your face. Automatically you lifted your head up, staring for a moment at the curve in his pants but quickly averting your gaze away from his, well, dick.

Your cheeks were burning, while he seemed pretty smug, looking at you exuding power and sex appeal, enough to make your knees wobble.

He showed you a few other exercises to stretch your legs and arms… and watching him stretch his arms made you want to be choked with that biceps.

But what nearly brought you to your knees was the split he did. A fucking split.

At this point you knew you were drenched.

“I can’t do that” you said immediately when he looked up at you, waiting for you to do the same. He chuckled quietly- and even his damn chuckling made your pussy throb- standing back up and stopping right in front of you.

He jerked his head to the floor, signalizing you to get down -you weren’t sure if he meant the split or on your knees but you’d be happier about the second. “I’ll help you, sweetheart, promise. I’ll hold you” he mumbled into your ear before putting his hands on your waist and stepping behind you.

With his other hand he tapped your thigh, indicating you to push your leg forward. “Lance, I-“ he didn’t let you complain, pushing it forward himself while his leg stopped your other leg from moving.

While you slowly slid down you felt a tug in your legs, making you whine quietly- and yet Lance pushed you harder. “Fuck, Lance-“ you gasped which sounded more like a moan.

You felt Lance grin against your neck, while he pressed himself a bit closer against you. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll give you a gold medal to hold, huh? Yeah, I’ll give you the gold..” he mumbled, already feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

His hands slid to the inside of your thighs, slowly coming closer to your core. “I think I need a better hold on you”.his words made you shudder while he pressed you a bit lower- your legs trembled but you couldn’t tell if it was from the exercise or of how close his hand was to your throbbing pussy.

At first you thought you imagined his hand being this close to your pussy but you gasped quietly feeling it even closer. His hand cupped your core, rubbing his fingers over your hot cunt and you clenched around nothing.

“I can feel you throbbing, sweetheart… such a hungry pussy for a good cock… maybe that’s what you need, huh? Could you make a split for me, if I’d let you sit on my cock?” he mumbled into your hair before pushing his fingers against your hole through your leggings. A quiet, surprised moan escaped your lips.

Before you could answer or really savor the feeling, his hand disappeared and he pulled you up on your feet.

He smirked at you for a moment before grabbing your arm and pulling you with him on the mat.

“Now lay down on your stomach“ the authority and dominance in his voice made your knees wobble. You did as he told, laying down on your stomach.

Shortly after, Lance stepped over you with you between his legs. He kneeled over you and you could feel his cock against your lower back, while his hands slid over your thighs, pushing them apart.

Then he leaned forward, grabbing your ankle and pulling it up. You felt the stretch in your thigh but you didn’t mind the pain. If you had to be honest the sting felt pretty nice. You could even say it relaxed you. And turned you on.

He played your body like an instrument. Like he knew exactly how you felt- that you liked everything he did.

Lance looked at your ass in these tight leggings, trying to make out the outline of your slip. But he looked, and he looked…he even learned a bit down but…

“That can’t be right…” he mumbled more to himself than you while his free hand slipped into your leggings, only to feel what he had already expected. “So no panties, huh?” His fingers drove right into your cunt, stretching you with two of his long and thick digits, just leaving them in you, feeling how you squeezed him.

Fuck, he wanted to feel you squeeze around his cock.

But he had other plans before.

You moaned when he curled his fingers and rubbed over the sensitive spot in you, that you always had problems to reach yourself. “Fuck” you moaned, especially when Lance still pulled at your leg.

He started thrusting his fingers deep into your cunt, in and out, in and out… you didn’t know if you were shaking from the feeling of his fingers fucking into you or from the sting in your thigh.

Lance could feel how much you clenched around his digits the more he pulled on your leg, letting you feel even more pain.

Before you could even really think about what was happening, you felt a g-spot orgasm rush over you. “Lance!” you gasped, balling your hands into fists, trying to grab something- the mat- anything. Fuck. Around two of his fingers, nestled thick and deep inside your warmth, you felt your body twitch and pussy clench.

He chuckled confidently, thrusting his fingers once again back into your cunt and rubbing on your spot, not giving you a moment to breathe. You tried to squirm away but he didn’t let you, sitting on you and caging you with his weight. “What are you doing sweetheart? I haven’t stretched your other leg yet?”

You whined, shaking your head when he pressed even harder on your spot. “No- it’s- it's too much- Lance” you whispered, but he didn’t let you move away. “You can take it.” With that he lowered your leg and already grabbed the other one, pulling it back. As soon as he started feeling the slight resistance, he also felt your cunt clench even harder. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Letting me stretch you out so well.”

You really didn’t know if he meant your legs.

As soon as you felt a third finger pressing into your wet heat, you knew the answer to that.

“Fuck- Lance- I can’t-“ you whined not sounding like you meant it, moaning as soon as he started thrusting.

All three thick digits.

You felt hot and sweaty, not sure if it was from all the stretching before or from… the stretching now.

Lance grinded his dick against the curve of your ass. Hard and heavy.

You whined, not being able to say anything or make any other sound than pathetically whining and moaning into the mat. “Mhmm… come on baby, give me another one. I know you can do it” he mumbled, pulling your leg harder once again.

The pain in your leg added to the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers and in the next second you felt your orgasm being ripped from you, your thighs tensing while you sobbed into the mat.

Lance gave you a gentle kiss on your ankle before lowering your leg and pulling his fingers out of your abused cunt.

You felt so empty without his fingers filling you up. You couldn’t stop the quiet whine that escaped your open mouth.

Before you even opened your eyes, Lance had turned you around so you laid on your back, lifting your head. You wanted to ask what he was doing only to look at his back when he then turned the two of you around, making you sit over his chest.

He pushed you down to his crotch, pressing you closer to his hard cock, already peaking over the waistband of his sweatpants. So he didn’t wear any underwear either. “Come on, let’s stretch that pretty throat of yours…” Lance pressed your face into his crotch, letting you know what to do.

You suckled on his head, pulling his pants down and looking down at his thick dick. You stopped for a moment. Just looking and wanting.

His mushroom head was red and leaking pre-cum while his girth was covered in heavy veins that you just wanted to trace with your tongue.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Licking around him, flattening your tongue against his slit, making Lance moan quietly. He grabbed your leggings with both hands, ripping them along the seam, burying his face between your glistening folds.

You gasped, not only because of the cold air hitting your core but also because of his tongue attacking your sensitive clit, sucking on it. “Fuck, please Lance-“

He pushed three of his fingers into your heat, already imagining how you’d feel around his dick, squeezing and milking him.

Moaning against his tip, he used the moment to push his hips forward, sliding past your gag reflex right into your throat. You gagged but started bobbing your head till you were able to take his full length into your throat.

Getting his dick into your mouth made your jaw twinge slightly but you enjoyed the feeling of his thickness. The fact that he was so big it nearly was painful to let him slide into your throat, made your clench around his digits. “Yeah, that’s what you like, huh? A big cock filling your holes…” he mumbled, fucking into your mouth.

Within minutes he pulled two orgasm out of you, even though you felt like you could burn from all the pleasure he gave you.

It was so much.

So, so much…

Too much.

And yet you wanted more.

Lance moaned into your core, grabbing your thigh strongly enough to leave bruises but it didn’t matter. You liked the pain.

When he felt himself coming closer to the edge, he pulled you off of his dick and manhandled you on the mat, laying over you.

He pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, guiding his tongue into your mouth, easily winning the fight for dominance. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan into his mouth. And he kissed so, so good.

His dick pushed against your folds but not sinking into you. Just as you wanted to grab him and guide him into you he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them over your head. “Leave ‘em there” he growled into your ear before sitting up, looking down at you and quickly taking off his shirt.

There was a very confident smirk on his lips.

Your gaze slid over his muscular body, stopping at the medal tattoo above his dick.

Gold medal.

You had no idea where to look at- his god-like body, the tattoo or his leaking cock that you wanted to feel so badly in your cunt.

“We’re still not done with your legs, baby” Lance's voice made you look up at his face watching his satisfied smirk while you just seemed confused.

Especially when he grabbed your leg and started pressing it to your chest. “Lance what-“ “I told you I’d stretch your legs, sweetheart.” With that he leaned over you- and you felt his tip sliding along your folds, still not thrusting into you.

When his tip brushed over your clit, a moan escaped your lips while he pushed against your legs before sitting back on his knees- and repeating everything over and over again.

You could feel your own juices and his pre-cum coating your folds, even leaking out of you and on the mat. You’ve never been so turned on because of something- or someone.

You felt drunk on him, even though he still hasn’t fucked you yet. “Please Lance- you’ve already stretched both of my legs- please, please-“ you whined with both of your legs pressed to your chest while his dick rubbed along your pussy lips- he was so close to push into you.

“Please what, baby?” he grinned against your lips, letting his tip sink a bit into your core before pulling away. “Tell me what you want.” Of course he knew exactly what you wanted but he enjoyed your squirming and begging. If he would’ve been so bothered himself, he’d probably tease you for another hour.

“Fuck me, Lance- fuck me hard. I want to feel it for da-“ before you could finish your sentence, he starts plowing into you, fucking you so hard your eyes roll back, feeling like he could literally break you any moment.

One of his hands glides between your body’s, rubbing over your swollen, sensitive clit, ripping the next orgasm right out of you before you could even realize how close you were.

And he doesn’t stop.

Lance pounds roughly into your overstimulated cunt like you were just a toy to him. Just a hole to fill,- to fuck.

And that’s what you were at this moment.

And you loved every second of it.

When he finally spills into your cunt with a loud growl, filling you up, you can’t even tell how many orgasms you’ve reached- or even if you had stopped orgasming after he had started hitting right into your g-spot. Your whole body was shaking, trembling in his arms while he slowly put down your legs- never pulling out of your cunt.

He slowly laid down over your body, moving his hips lazily, enjoying how your pussy milked his cock all this time. “Lance- I- I can’t” you whined, feeling the pain from overstimulation rush over your body. “Yeah, I know, I know” he gave you a peck on the lips, slowly pulling out of you with a wet squelch.

You felt your cheeks redden when he looked down at your puffy cunt, filled and leaking with your mixed juices. He scooped some of it up with his fingers, before pushing back into you. You whined quietly when you felt him thrust his fingers for a moment before pulling back out.

It was weird to not have him in you. You felt so empty without his thick cock.

“Open up, baby” with your eyes closed you felt his fingers press against your lips. Obediently you opened your mouth, letting him feed you your mixed releases.

Your whole body twitched when you felt his tongue lick over your drenched folds, before he slowly came up to you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and kissing you hotly. Making the both of you moan against each others lips.

The kiss turned gentler and he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“We should do this again…” he grinned against your lips.

You nodded. Yeah, definitely. But you couldn’t find your voice to answer verbally.

“Are you free tomorrow? Seven? I pick you up and we can get some dinner…go back to my place after…”

Well….who needs a cold shower?

Thank you for reading!!

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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

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

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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God of what? - L. Tucker

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Very bantery and wordy, pnv!sex, Baby daddy!Lance, chubby Lance, we love dad bods, both are self absorbed as hell, Maggie is still an Angel, teasing, switching, humiliation, creampie, afab!reader

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Lance Tucker. Gold medalist. Major dickface. Baby daddy. You were one of the team coordinators for USA gymnastics and had to check in on his gym and girls. Which you had no clue how the bastard wasn’t banned for knocking up the Townsend girl but she said it was consensual and they were very much in love.

But Lance did get knocked down a peg. His gym was relocated to Northern California. What you would call Sasquatch weed farm land. An educated guess would be this is where the prick was from. He never married Maggie Townsend but they ‘co-parented’ from what you could see on social media. You wished you were sent to Hope Ann’s gym, atleast she was entertaining.

You got out of the uber and glanced at the gym. It looked nice, very eco-friendly in appearance. Of course his name was plastered in big ass letters on the sign. You remembered him at the Olympics, but he was on his way out and you were sixteen. You won gold on bars and floor that year. Then gold on bars and floor the next Olympics. He wouldn’t back you into a damn corner.

You entered through the doors, silently dipping to the side, hoping to not garner any attention. You leaned against a half-wall and surveyed the scene. Maggie was working with girls on the vault, smiley and vapid as usual. Lance hollered at two older gymnasts on floor exercises. You raised a brow at the state of the former team coordinator.

The motherfucker had on his usual tracksuit, but equipped with a baby backpack, the child just shaking around with Lance’s annoyed arm movements. You snickered quietly, holding a hand over your mouth. Parenting had taken its toll on the former Olympian, Tucker was definitely sporting a ‘dad bod’. His thick waist and what you guessed was a belly had that zip-up straining. Still clean shaven but you could spot the pouch under his chin, the softening of a jawline.

Hm. How the mighty have fallen. You couldn’t say he didn’t look cute with the baby daddy fluff but once he opened his mouth all attraction flew to Antarctica. Blue eyes flickered over your way, once, twice, and his mouth clamped shut.

You could hear him from afar, “Go get some water and your heads outta your ass, coordinator’s here.”

He stalked over, baby bouncing and laughing eagerly. You eyed the team USA patch and the embroidery on the backpack. Future Olympian - Tucker Jr. Did his arrogance know no bounds? Apparently not. Lance approached and asked, “Why did they send you here? My two girls are fine.”

You shrugged, “Had to make sure you weren’t impregnating more up and comers, Tuck. Just a routine check, loosen up that tracksuit huh?”

His full cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Lance grumbled, “Yeah fuck you, come and watch then.” Maggie had bounded over, gushing over you adorably. Poor thing had no brain cells but was cute as a button. She cooed, “Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you! You were my hero growing up, I modeled my first floor routine after you!”

You grinned and gave her a hug, warmly replying, “Thank you, that’s an honor I could inspire you.”

She looked at Lance and pointed toward you, “Can you believe it? It’s like one of the best USA gymnasts ever!” He frowned deeply. “Yes Margaret. I won my gold when she was still in juniors.” Maggie babbled on, “But she has four golds.” Lance gritted his jaw, you watching his eye twitch from even multiple feet away.

“Yep. Great. Please go back to the girls.”

Maggie waved at you again with a bright smile, Lance face palming dramatically. You eyed his reddened face with a smirk. The brunette cursed, “She’s a fucking idiot.” You asked, “What’s that make you Lance? Don’t fuck stupid then.” He waved you off with a snarl, gathering his protégés up to run through their routines.

You watched with crossed arms as they warmed up. Lance had unbuckled his baby and handed the pack over to Maggie with a kiss to the child’s head. That was cute. No. You eyed him stride back over, still holding that confident swagger. He grinned at you and said, “My girls will definitely be qualifying.” You shrugged and replied, “We’ll see, yeah?”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I know. Suck in.”

Lance blushed and straightened up, embarrassed and now curling in under his arms. He scrabbled for his phone to press play for the first girl’s floor routine. She was good, you watching silently. Quietly you said, “Needs to make sure she’s not landing with her head forward like that.”

“JOHNSON, KEEP YOUR BODY TUCKED IN!”

“Yes sir!,” she yelped while doing a split.

This would be a long day.

Later on while watching bars you noted Tucker being uncharacteristically quiet. Towards you of course. He was barking at the gymnasts every other swing. You offered, “How’s the dad life going for you?” Affronted blue eyes jerked towards you. His jaw clicked open and shut. Lance replied smoothly, “Good. It’s not hard once you get routines down.”

“You changing diapers?,” you snickered.

He made a disgusted face and replied, “Maggie does that. I can do everything else just fine. Waiting for him to start walking so we can start training.” You raised a brow, holding back a guffaw. He snapped, “What? He’s got good gymnast blood!” You held your hands up and apologized, “Yeah, yeah, gotta keep the Tucker name alive.”

The conversation ended. He gave some more advice to the two girls. You hummed, “Want to get dinner after this?” Lance straightened up, eyeing you suspiciously, “Sure. I’ll drive, Coach.” You poked him in his fluffy side, “I bet you’re hungry huh?”

“Fuck you!”

“Sorry, soft spot I see.”

Lance gritted his jaw, holding back another tirade. His temper was still hot but not blazing like it used to be. You cooed, enjoying the poking of ‘papa bear’, “No need to be so tetchy Tucker, you look good rocking the dad bod! Probably hard to stay in shape with Junior!”

His hands flew up as your fellow coach snarked, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! Tucker got fucking fat, ha ha! Go eat a cock.” Lance’s eyes rolled aggressively as he walked over to the girls for the final talk of the day. You waited by the door as they closed up the gym, checking your phone.

Lance strode past you and called, “Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a gentleman!”

Following the surly coach to his Beamer you almost broke out into laughter again. You couldn’t take him very seriously, not a bit, it was endearing. Climbing into the passenger side you looked back at the car seat and smiled. Lance muttered, “I’m on a diet, y’know.”

You replied, “I’m just fucking with you, calm down Tuck.”

He backed the car up while grumbling, “The amount of pussy I get is down to zero now. Shit fucking blows.”

You raised a brow, kicking your legs up on the dash, earning a sharp glare. Looking out the window you stated, “Hate to be the bitch again but you don’t have the best reputation, especially now buddy.”

“Not your fuckin’ buddy,” he pouted, “Maggie goes on dates all the damn time.”

“Maggie’s not an asshole.”

You really wanted Tucker to blow his top. See that famous temper in action. Out of curiosity of course, not some desire to tame him. Yes. Totally.

But he gritted his jaw and jerked down a road to a little downtown area and parking in front of a row of shops and restaurants. He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt, glaring at his tummy like it might disappear. You did the same, inquiring, “Where are we eating? Since you’re on a diet and all.” Lance snapped, “Vegan joint.”

You smirked and patted his cheek, “How healthy.”

Lance gave you a snarky grin, anger radiating off his entire being. Good. You poked him in the side again for good measure, hopping out the BMW before receiving an earful of angry dad. The elder gymnast cornered you quicker than you could step on the sidewalk, big arms crossed. He jerked his jaw. “What’s your fucking deal? I barely know you. We trained together once.”

Now it was your turn to be bashful. You didn’t really know why you were fucking with him. Originally it was out of spite but now? You weren’t sure. He jeered, “I’m waiting? Not so mouthy now huh?” Mouth agape you stood in front of his bigger frame, stuck. You pushed past him and entered the restaurant, the other laughing haughtily.

Several drinks later.

Lance offered to walk you back to your hotel down the street, considering dinner went okay. There was that stagnant energy looming over you both. But you distracted the idiot by letting him brag the entire dinner. He needed it anyways, you’d been riding his ass all day. Guys like him needed their little ego boost.

He walked beside you inside the lobby, not stopping even as you pressed the elevator button. You stared blatantly. “You think you’re getting lucky or something?” Lance closed into your space again, hand on the wall as he grinned, minty breath hitting your face. He crooned, “Obviously. I got you figured out now.”

Ding. The elevator doors opened. He followed you in. You pushed him roughly against the wall, hand blindly pressing the button to your floor. You growled, “Shut the fuck up,” and kissed him. Big hands groped your ass while you fought against Lance’s mouth— teeth and tongue intertwined. His nose brushed against yours, you pressed into his soft body harder. The pair of you looked like some horny damn teens.

Ding.

He lifted you up easily, you wrapping your legs around his hips. Lance hotly murmured against your lips, “So you had the hots for me? That’s what’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” You slapped him across the cheek lightly, swearing, “I wanted to fuck you when you won pommel horse gold that first time you stupid prick.” His eyes rolled back, a grin splitting across pink lips.

You kissed Lance again, both hands cradled in his soft hair. He pulled away groaning, “Where- the room- fuck!” More smacking of lips filled the hallway. You panted, “Last- oh Goddammit- one on the right.” In an awkward flurry of limbs Tucker had managed to grapple your keycard and open the door.

He nipped at your swelling upper lip, laughing, “You were a fucking twig then, I mean Hope Ann had more ass.” You narrowed your eyes at him, hopping down and shoving Lance across your bed. He propped up on an elbow with a smirk. Climbing onto thick thighs you replied, “You were skinnier then too— if I remember correctly.” Grabbing a handful of his soft belly emphasized the point.

Watching his brows furrow and lips pout up was priceless. Lance retorted petulantly, “Bring it up again and I’m gonna start thinking you like it.” You shrugged and started pulling at his tight red pullover, the brunette grunting at the sudden stretch. “Easy!,” Lance yelped. The undershirt didn’t last long either, you were goddamn going nuts.

He pawed at your jacket, unzipping the white fabric, shrugging you out of it. He sucked in a breath when you unhooked your bra in a swift motion, hands groping your tits, mouth finding it’s way between. Yanking his hair you hissed, “That’s it, use your mouth for something other than talking about yourself, fuck, Tucker.”

He lapped around a nipple, moaning softly. You rutted down into his lap, grinding against his cock with an aborted mewl. You got plenty of dick. So how you were rolling around with Lance Tucker, gone to seed God of Gymnastics, was purely lust motivated. He lazily moved to your other tit, suddenly going too slow for your liking.

“Hurry your fat ass up- hah- what is this? Soft core hour?”

He nipped rudely, causing you to squeak and yank dark hair again. Lance pulled off your tit, lips obscenely swollen. His pupils were blown wide, eyes lidded seductively. He cocked his head and hummed, “Someone’s needy.”

“Fuck you!”

“Trying to, spitfire.” Good one. Your old nickname.

You hobbled off of his thighs to yank down your leggings and underwear, glaring. Lance copied your actions, albeit he struggled a bit more. You zeroed in on his pretty cock but then the tattoo registered. Lance’s smug face fell when you started laughing. He yanked the lamp off.

You giggled, pawing at him in the dark. “Oh my god, you can’t be serious right now, turn the damn lamp back on!” He protested, “No! It doesn’t look right in this state!” You fell against his soft chest, guffawing now, “Oh my god you aren’t even embarrassed about the tattoo itself?”

You flicked the lamp back on with a sharp grin, the light illuminating his unimpressed face. Nipping at his soft chin you ran hands down soft flesh, wrapping around Lance’s heated cock. He gasped softly, arching ever so into you. Cooing gently against hard and fast strokes, “I’m just playing with you again Tuck. S’that feel good?”

He exhaled out a shaky moan, eyes fluttering shut. You kissed downwards, making a wet line to that beautiful cock of his, heavy and curved. Lance babbled when you wrapped your lips around the thick tip, “Oh fucking Christ- you’re a little freak you know that? Hopping your way around the coaches this year? ” You squeezed his balls in warning, Lance moaning again with a grin.

You bobbed your head a couple of times, drooling heavily on the flushed member. Pulling off you rasped, “No, just the ones who are stupid, self-absorbed, and named Lance.” His inevitable retort turned into a whine when you flicked your tongue across his weeping slit. One of his hands fisted into your hair, pulling you forcefully up and off his cock with a lewd noise.

Lance rumbled, “Enough of this shit.” You moaned in surprise feeling him manhandle you under his bulk, trapped efficiently. The brunette was settled between your thighs, cock readied at your entrance. He purred into your ear, “Pussy’s just wet for me then? Fuckin’ hell spitfire.”

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon and fuck me, you’re right Lance, no more shit!”

“I’m always fucking right,” he grunted while sliding into your pussy. The pair of you cried out in unison, panting into each other’s mouth while adjusting. Your legs wrapped back up around Lance’s softened waist, whimpering at the stretch. He fared no better, lips barely touching your own as he groaned out, “Baby- baby, sh-shit!”

There were a couple of tentative thrusts before Lance eased into a rhythm. His arms were still strong as ever. One was braced next to your head and the other held your waist as he fucked into you. You felt up whatever muscle or softness you could grab on the Olympian, moaning his name in a desperate litany. Lance was back to nonsensically talking, switching between praising your body to extolling his virtues.

You wanted him to talk about you more.

Squeezing your inner walls down on Lance made the man stutter on his thrust, moaning sluttily. You used the pause to flip him onto his back with an ‘oof’. Smirking down at him you bounced up and down roughly, hands pulling at your nipples. “You’re soo lucky Tuck, guess Mags doesn’t, ah, put out for you anymore?”

Lance gripped at your hips rough enough to leave a bruise, smacking his hips into your own. It sounded like a serious porno in the room with all the wet noises, whining, and smacking. He gritted out, “Guess you weren’t getting much either huh? Sure there’s plenty of fish in the sea that can deal with your attitude.” He got a slap again, making those pretty blues roll up.

You shoved your lips against his, Lance sitting upright to wrap around you, one of those calloused hands snaking it’s way around. His belly was soft against your own, making you moan into his mouth. He jerked up into your pussy, you meeting him shamefully with rough bounces. His cock was rubbing against your sweet spot, pushing ‘ah ah ahs’ out of your mouth.

Your were beginning to shake down to your thighs, scratching at his muscular back. Lance growled against your lips, “Taking my cock so good yeah? Sucking me down like a good slut! Fuck, yes!” You threw your head back and shouted eagerly. In a guttural rasp you replied, “Yeah yeah- fucking hell- you’re a good lay I’ll give you that, daddy.”

Lance’s eyes blew black and he slapped your ass, choking on a groan. The pair of you bickered and panted, writhing into eachother. The noises reached a fever pitch, you whining in pleasure, Lance babbling nonsensically. Your pussy tightened and twitched.

“F-fuck, Tucker, gonna cum, harder!”

He swore, “Fucking slut, god!” He pushed you onto your back, hands holding your hips as he jackhammered into your pulsing cunt. You cried and squirmed, going rigid and cumming hard, eyes rolling up. Lance choked your name out, whimpering softly, growing sloppy with his thrusts. He rasped brokenly, “God fucking damn baby, oh god!”

“Fill me up, fill me up,” you chanted.

Lance dug deep a final time, mouthing into your neck as he spilled into you, grunting and moaning. He collapsed flat on top of you with broken little noises, face smushed into your neck still. You sighed in content, lazily rubbing his back in content. His cock began to soften, seed dribbling out between your thighs.

“Hmm, see you again in Paris, Tucker?”

“Uh-huh, maybe some more before that,” he looked up to stare at you, “I need some…hm, help?”

“You? Asking for help?,” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and laid his head back down, groaning in annoyance.

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Stretching you (out) pt 2

Here’s pt 1

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

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Reader

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

You were nervously entering the gym once again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buckrecs · 1 year

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𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

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valentine’s day by @ellerosie2332

I can’t stay away from you

Gimmie that gold by @heartofsilverflames

All day long, you’ve wanted it. Ever since you stood in a trance, watching- no, staring at your coach while he demonstrated a new stretch to your teammate.

Ho, Ho, Oh No by @moonbeambucky

Plenty of gifts will be exchanged as you and Lance celebrate Christmas but you’re not prepared for a certain surprise.

My World by @/moonbeambucky

As Lance Tucker's assistant you effortlessly manage his life, but when feelings arise will you be able to manage your heart?

Baby by @moonbeambucky

A bad date turns around when you find love in the last place you expected.

Use You by @lenavonschweetz

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

Lance Tucker Sex Headcanons by @brixtonlore

Sweet, Sweet Victory by @sugardaddytonystark

You’re a could’ve-been Olympic gymnastics champion now training someone else for the US team. He’s the current Women’s Head Coach who wants to take over her training. You two have a competition to decide who gets their way.

Cupcake Decorating by @plumfondler

Lance comes into your bakery, he's booked onto your cupcake decorating workshop. Turns out he's the only one to turn up and a complete natural with the piping bag.

Winter Sucks by @toastedkiwi

Lance meets you and he’s an asshole to you.

headcanon by @extremelyblackandwhite

headcanon for lance dating a ballet dancer.

Deja Vu by @bxcketbarnes

Imagine by @/bxcketbarnes

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Chasing Gold by @abovethesmokestacks

Alpha!Lance x Omega!Reader

A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy by @littlelioncub43

It just wasn’t Lance’s day, but it’s nothing you can’t fix.

Early Mornings by @captainmarvels

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

It’s The Great Pumpkin by @moonbeambucky

There are no tricks, just treats this year as the Tucker’s celebrate Theo’s first Halloween.

Stretching you (out) by @rogerswifesblog

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility.

SERIES

The Price of Gold by @moonbeambucky

As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

Lance Tucker’s Sex Education by @angelicthor

after your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to say deny such an opportunity?

Anger Issues by @littlelioncub43

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

sincerity is scary by @thesoftdumbass

Lance makes a promise to himself, then. If you want to keep this relationship the way it is, then he’ll leave it alone and take you in any way that you allow him. But if you’re willing to become more, Lance would love to show you that he can be vulnerable and affectionate, reputation and callous pretense be damned.

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Hi!🧸I saw your recent post about a boxer going feral after a match and was thinking of Lance Tucker 🫣If you’re okay with it I was wondering if you could write something with the concept. Thank you for putting so much effort into your blog, and sorry to bother you! Have a good day 🫶🏻

*gasp* Lance, you say??? I haven't written about that bratty puppy in sooooo long 🥺 this was a good thot, I had to drabble it 😄 and you were so polite when asking, I really couldn't say no💖🫂

I still hate him 🥰 NSFW below the cut.

"This was all I could fucking think about," Lance growls in your ear between savage grunts, "every fucking day, I'd wake up hard as a fucking rock knowing that I couldn't have you, couldn't touch you, couldn't taste you— fuck it nearly drove me crazy, baby."

You try to form a response but all the comes out of your mouth is a cry of what is supposed to be Lance's name. He groans with you, your pussy was suffocating him. Plush, hot walls of your tender flesh surrounding his cock— fucking hell he was going to cum.

He bites his lip and tightens his grip on you, the crushing hold was firm enough to make your bones ache. You feel his sweaty chest heave against your equally sweaty back as he takes you from behind. His pace changing ever so slightly as he loses all semblance of technique.

When you scream for him this time, it's followed by the delicious unfolding of your high. Your pussy flutters around him crazily, a rush of your sweet juice coating his balls as they clap against your flesh. The sounds of your animalistic fucking would make the devil blush; wet smacks of your skin meeting, the squeaking of the mattress beneath you, the headboard slamming harshly into the wall in perfect time with Lance's punishing thrusts.

Oh, the noises coming out of the two of you. Deep grunts, growls, and groans pour freely from Lance's smirking lips, they were harmonized perfectly by your screams and moans. Words were lost on you both as you indulged in the carnal joys of your relationship.

3 months he'd been training for the fight against Sam "The Falcon" Wilson. For 3 months he couldn't touch you, hell, he wasn't even allowed to kiss you. So the moment he won, Lance was stalking towards you, throwing you over his shoulder and driving you both back to his apartment.

The telltale signs of his high were amplified by the waiting. He earned this, he deserved this. And by God he was going to have it. His back archd deeply as he got closer and closer, his face changing from the pinched, painful wince to a euphoric blissed out gasp. A loud groan belows out from deep in his chest as he plants himself as deep inside you as humanly possible. His hips twitch as he milks himself into your waiting cunt, you cant help but moan at the feeling. With each rope that pours into you, he trembles and whimpers loudly in your ear. It sends shivers up your spine.

Finally after what feels like an eternity, Lance relaxes with a sigh, his muscles slowly unwinding. He collapses on top of you, not bothering to pull out, both of you lying on your stomachs. You both gasp for breath, collecting your thoughts in silence as your souls return to your body. Lance buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply, groaning softly at the smell of your shampoo.

"Fuck, I missed you," he whispers under his breath. He's always soft after intense moments like that, but you also know he's not done with you. You moan his name when he begins to rut into you again, slower this time but still intense. "Won that match for you, Princess," he whispers again, pressing a smoldering kiss to your shoulder, "now, let me collect my prize."

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 21

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angst, threats, mentions of death/murder, knife violence/stabbing, manipulation.

“ALL HAIL KING LANCE AND QUEEN ANNALISE!”

The crowd that had wanted to be witness to Lance and Annalise’s wedding cheered. Lance looked to his bride, his heart swelling as a blush rose on her cheeks. Their kingdom had loved her, and because of how she made him a better man, they loved him.

He reached out to her, slipping a hand around her waist. She turned to him, bright eyed and happily in love, a rumble rising from her chest, “husband.”

Lance smiled even more, “Wife…mate…alpha…”

Her rumbles got louder and his smile turned into a full Cheshire catted grin.

“I love you, so much, Lance…”

“I love you too, Annalise.”

“I love you Lance!” she moaned. Lance thrusted slowly into her once more, burying his cock all the way to the hilt in his wife’s dripping core. His eyes closed softly as he felt every moment, truly immersing himself in it.

“Annalise.”

Her core fluttered around him. She reached out, pulling his face to hers once more so she could taste his lips again. The couple’s lips melded together, working in tandem. Tongues fought for dominance, teasing the other.

The moment was almost too intense for them both.

They’d been riding their highs as they continued to build; teasing the impending orgasms, edging one another for over an hour.

Lance could feel the fluttering of his wife’s core, and he stopped his sinfully slow thrusts, stilling inside of her. His kisses faltered, breaking away from her own lips as the warm air filled the space between them. Her eyes fluttered open, her lashes betraying the look of faux confidence she’d been giving him earlier.

She was a lust-wild wolf. A whimper escaped from her lips. The alpha was driven to the brink of her lust, and she wanted a release. She wanted to feel him filling her, spilling his seed inside of her waiting womb.

“Lance…please my love!” she whimpered, stroking his cheek. He smiled, nuzzling his nose against her own. Her lips parted and a shiver ran down her spine as she inhaled his scent. She turned her head to the side, and Lance noticed her mating gland was swollen, “please…take me…”

Lance felt his cock twitch. She shivered again, arching her hips up so that he slid a little bit further into her. Her nails grew longer until they were scratching hard enough into his shoulders to leave angry red marks.

He could see her canines protruding and he knew she was fighting off not only her orgasm, but a shift.

“We can’t go back if you regret this…”

“I only want you, my love!” she whimpered, rolling her hips to beg her husband for what she wanted, “please, Lance…”

“I love you, Annalise!” he proclaimed as he leaned down and bit into the flesh of her neck, marking her and opening up the mating bond.

“It was horrible, Jake…I-“

“Hey-hey, it’s okay!” Jake sighed. He held his younger sister while she sobbed against his chest, “it’s nothing you did. It-“

“He really did that?” Ransom asked quietly, looking at Lance.

The nymph king nodded, looking at his wife and brother-in-law, “yeah…they couldn’t break through the charms you put on the kingdom. So it was just…there.”

“YOU PUT THE HEADS OF NYMPHS ON SPIKES AND PUT THEM IN FRONT OF THE WATER KINGDOM!”

Samantha’s jaw tensed and she glared at her brother. Jefferson looked away from the couple, embarrassed over his orders.

“They weren’t welcome…and they knew it.”

“THERE WERE CHILDREN, SAMANTHA!”

“AND WHAT ABOUT MY FUTURE CHILDREN, HUH?” She yelled in his face, standing up against her older brother, “WHO WILL PROTECT THEM IF THERE’S SOMEONE HIDING AMONGST MY HUSBAND’S SUBJECTS? WE CLOSED THE GATES TO THE KINGDOM FOR A REASON. THEY TRIED TO GET OVER THE BORDERS!”

“YOU HAD THEM MURDERED!”

“Jake…”

Jake looked to Ransom, who was holding onto his arm. He had barely realized that he had stood and was in his sister’s face. Her nostrils flared, “listen to your husband…and back off, Jake.”

Jake continued to glare at his sister for a moment. He was trying to read her, to read the situation, but nothing was happening. He couldn’t figure out how she had managed to change in such a short amount of time.

“Jake…please,” Ransom tried again, tugging on his husband’s arm. Jake looked back to his husband who was warily eyeing Jefferson. His attention focused on the wood nymph king. He looked nothing like he had just a few months ago. The joyous, but fair king looked tired and worn down. Almost like he belonged in a madhouse, not a castle, “please sit down, mate…”

“This isn’t you…” Jake said softly, staring down Jefferson as he sat back in his chair, “I know this isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me, Jake,” she spat, pulling her brother’s attention back to herself. Jake watched as she cradled her stomach, the bump now visible, “I’m going to be a mother soon…and this war is going to get bloody…I need to know that my future-our legacy is protected.”

“So you’re just going to go around murdering people who knock on your door, looking for help?” he asked, directing the question to Jefferson.

He swallowed nervously, and Samantha took his hand. He looked up at her hopefully and she spoke firmly to Jake, “I will do whatever it takes, Jake…maybe you and your husband should go home to the safety of your kingdom…the woods are dangerous nowadays…haven’t you heard?”

“I’m not leaving without you, little flame.”

She stared at him, her heart racing. She was still trying to process how Lloyd had not only managed to get into the mountain, but had ended up in the nursery.

“Y-you shouldn’t be here….”

“I don’t care!” he said quickly, rushing up to her. She took a step back and towards the bassinets, placing herself in front of them, her first thought was that he was trying to take Nick and Jennifer’s son. He frowned, “I-I’m not here for the hatchlings…I’m here for you, little flame!”

“Stop calling me that!”

His frown lines set a little harder as his sadness turned into confusion, “why? Why can’t I call you that? That’s what you are! You’re my little flame…and I’m your storm cloud….”

“What about Suzanne, huh?”

“Suzanne’s gone!” he growled, feeling angry that he had to defend why he was coming for her, “after Lance let the nymphs do what they wanted, she decided to go be with her true mate…a woodland nymph. And I want to be with you.”

“L-Lloyd…we don’t work…”

He closed the space between them, his hand reaching out to grab hers and place it over his chest, “you tell me this doesn’t work. Tell me you don’t feel how hard you make my heart beat. How fast it goes when you’re around. Tell me that you don’t feel the same now that I’m here.”

“I-I can’t leave, Lloyd…this is my home…”

“Make a home with me…like we always talked about when we first got together,” he begged, “let me show you how much the world can offer us, little flame. We can run and-“

“Why can’t you stay here then?” she asked quickly, cutting him off.

“Because he’s supposed to kill Lance!”

The pair turned towards the voice, immediately breaking away from one another.

Nick was staring angrily at them.

“King Nick.”

Nick chuckled at the woman’s obedience and loyalty to him, “you don’t need to bow…you are a loyal subject. You are the midwife to my sons…but he is not welcome in the mountain until he brings me Lance’s head and the dagger he used to sweep it from his body.”

“I’m not going to do that, Nick…”

Nick smiled, “did you forget our little conversation, Hansen?”

“Little flame…I-I need you to trust me! We need to leave…now.”

“I-I’ve never left the mountain to live somewhere else, Lloyd…everything I have is here. Ev-“

“We can have a new life!” he said quickly, trying to convince her, “please!”

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Lloyd…”

“Yes she is. She-“

But Lloyd’s words died in his throat when Nick pulled her towards his chest and produced a dagger which he held at her throat, “it’s very unwise to show up back here without what you promised me. Very unwise, Lloyd…”

“Please,” Lloyd begged, his eyes already going teary at the thought of losing her, “Nick…you don’t have to do this. Lance doesn’t want your son. He doesn’t want a war to happen. It’s already bad enough with Jefferson trying to attack the water kingdom, bu-“

“The war is here, Lloyd…and we all have parts to play,” he warned “you need to play your part to get your happy ending.”

“My king…” she whimpered, suddenly putting everything together in her head, “please…I do not wish to go with him…I-“

“Shut up!” he growled, pressing the knife a little against more against her throat. Lloyd wanted to take a step towards her, but he knew if he did, Nick might slit it, “do you still have the dagger?”

“Yes!” Lloyd answered. He pulled the dagger from his clothes and held it out. Nick eyed the bed, and Lloyd tossed it gently onto the bed, “I-I want no part in this…just let-“

“If you won’t do it…then I will!” Nick proclaimed. He drew his hand away with such speed that no one knew what was happening. Lloyd stood stock still staring at the love of his life. Her lips parted and Lloyd took a step forward.

A thin sliver of red dripped from her throat. She looked at Lloyd and dropped to her knees. Blood began to pool out of the wound, and that’s when reality struck him in the face.

He rushed her, dropping to his knees, “no. NO! Little flame!”

The blood stained her clothes, covered his hands as he tried to put enough pressure over her throat to stop the bleeding, but it was to no avail.

Lloyd screamed as his love began to die in his arms. Nick stood in his corner of the room, watching it unfold.

The door creaked open and Jennifer took in the sight of Nick with a bloodied knife, and her midwife bleeding out on the floor of the bedroom; Lloyd crying, begging for some miracle to happen so that she didn’t die.

But her tanned skin was already paling. Her lips already going blue as the light inside of her eyes went out. Jennifer felt a sense of dread coming over her as she looked at her husband, “Nick…what have you done?”

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bubblessunshinehoney · 2 years

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Day 18- Handcuffes with Lance Tucker

364 words

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACT

Kinktober masterlist

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

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

Enjoy,

Cloudy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“BABE”.

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

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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Make It Up To You » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Boyfriend!Lance Tucker x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Lance makes it up to Y/N for flirting with another girl.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, name calling (slut), use of pet names

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Baby, I told you I was sorry.” Lance says, closing the door to yours and his apartment behind him.

You and Lance went to a bar for a couple drinks and have a nice night, but he couldn’t even keep it in his pants for a couple hours. You went to the bathroom and came back to see him flirting with another girl.

“It’s pathetic how you think you can apologize when you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants for two fucking hours!” You say angrily.

“You’re acting like I fucked her and you damn well know I didn’t. You’re the only girl for me, baby girl. You know that.” He says, wrapping his arms around you.

You pushed him away and stormed off to yours and his shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Lance sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He went to the bedroom, opening the door when you were undressing. He closed the bedroom door behind him before approaching you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I’m so sorry, babe.” He apologizes again, kissing along your bare shoulder. “Let me make it up to you.” He says.

One of his hands slid down your stomach and inside of your panties, feeling how wet you are for him.

“You know, for someone who’s pissed off at me, you’re wet like a little slut.” Lance says with a chuckle.

His fingers rubbed in between your wet folds to your tight entrance. He slid two fingers inside of your pussy, moving them at a decent pace while his thumb rubbed your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back against his shoulder, melting into his touch. His lips kissed along your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin hard enough to mark you up.

“Lance…” You moaned breathlessly.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Moan my name.” Lance says in your ear.

His name kept leaving your lips as his fingers sped up. His other hand moved up your body, stopping underneath one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze causing your cunt to clench around his fingers at the feeling.

“You’re so tight, baby.” Lance whispers in your ear. “Can’t wait to feel this sweet pussy around my dick.” He says huskily.

His thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he continued to rub it, along with his fingers moving faster. You reached your hands up to his head, your fingers finding their way to his hair and tugged at it, making him moan at the feeling.

“Oh Lance…” You moaned.

Your moans went straight to his cock. His cock was starting to feel uncomfortable in his jeans. His started to grind it against your ass for some relief, making you gasp.

“You feel that, baby?” He asks. “You feel how hard you make me.” He says in almost a whisper, continuing to grind his cock against your ass.

His fingers hit your sweet spot causing your cunt to clench around his fingers. Lance’s thumb rubbed your clit faster as his fingers began to move faster, helping your orgasm build up. Your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

“Lance, I- oh fuck!” You moaned.

“I know, baby. Cum for me.” He whispers in your ear.

His thumb applying more pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came. Lance gave your clit a particularly rough rub before pulling his fingers out of your pussy and licking your release off of them.

“Such a good girl for me.” Lance praises softly.

Lance guided you to the bed and gently laid you down. You watched as Lance undressed himself, licking your lips when you seen his tattoo. You voluntarily spread your legs and he got in between them, his hand pumping his hard cock.

“You want the gold, baby?” He asks huskily.

You bit your lower lip, nodding your head eagerly. Lance rubbed his cock in your wetness before lining himself at your entrance. A moan fell from your lips when he slid his cock inside of you. When his cock was deep inside of you, he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss before he started thrusting. His thrusts were fast and loving. Lance’s hands roamed your body, giving your breasts a light squeeze before sliding down your sides and stopping them on your hips. You were looking down at where the two of you are connected, completely mesmerized by his tattoo. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down and trace it with your fingers.

“You like my tattoo, baby?” Lance asks, watching your fingers trace his tattoo.

“I fucking love it.” You moaned, biting your lower lip.

You wanted him closer to you so you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. That gave Lance a new angle. His cock hit your sweet spot. A loud moan of his name left your lips, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging in his skin. Lance hissed at the feeling.

“I love it when you mark me with your nails, babe.” Lance says in almost a whisper, kissing just below your ear.

Lance marked your neck up more while your nails marked up his back. The neatly trimmed hair at on the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, stimulating it.

“Fuck, Lance!” You moaned.

Your moans encouraged him to thrust faster, his tip hitting your sweet spot every time. Lance watched as your face contorted as pleasure took over your body. Your lips parted, breathy moans and his name leaving your lips. His fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing it fast. You pussy clenched around his cock at the feeling of him rubbing your clit.

“Lance, please!” You begged, not knowing what you’re even begging for.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lance says.

You weren’t sure what you were begging for. All you know is that you didn’t want him to stop.

“Harder!” You tell him, finally knowing what you were begging for.

Lance didn’t need to be told twice. He unwrapped your legs from his waist, hooking his arms under your knees and began fucking you harder.

“Oh fuck yes!” You moaned loudly.

Lance kissed you sloppily. Your lips parted just enough for his tongue to slip past your lips and explore your mouth. You moaned against his lips when his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“I’m so close, Lance.” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says huskily in almost a whisper.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you threw your head back in pleasure, moaning his name loudly as you came. Lance fucked you through your orgasm. His started to become sloppy as his orgasm started to build up quickly.

“Fuck!” Lance moans as he came inside of you.

His thrusts came to a slow stop. Lance pulled out of you and laid down next to you. Both of you stared up at the ceiling and panted.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, looking at him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby girl.” Lance says, turned his head to look at you.

“Yes I do. I accused you of cheating when I saw you flirting with that girl.” You say.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world and I still flirted with another girl.” He says.

“I forgive you.” You say, kissing his lips.

Lance smiles against your lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I love you, Lance.” You say softly, laying your head on his chest.

“I love you too, baby.” Lance says in almost a whisper.

🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅

-Bucky’s Doll

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sebastiansluts · 2 months

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Hey Rose!!! Could we have something with lance degrading reader 👀 maybe breeding her and marking her with piss?

Hi!!! I hope you like this!!

Lance Tucker x Reader; reader is like 20+; hair pulling, degradation, breeding kink- unsafe sex, piss kink,

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

Lance had called you into his office to talk about your performance for the last three months as a junior coach. You weren’t nervous, you had been sleeping with him for the last two. As you walked in, you were all smiles, confidence oozing out of you.

“Hey Coach,” you grinned, popping your gum before spitting it into the trash can next to his desk. You propped yourself on the edge, showing off your short shorts. “You wanted to see me?”

Lance’s eyes were dark, shrewd, as he stood from behind his desk, walking around to face you. You couldn’t help the small gulp that happened or the moan when his hand suddenly whipped up and fisted around your pontytail, yanking your head back.

“Lance!” You cried, hands flying up to his upper arms, squeezing his biceps and getting distracted for a moment. He yanked on your hair again and you yelped, looking into his icy blue eyes.

“Can’t even focus long enough to hear how you’re doing, so typical of you,” Lance scoffed, and you felt a rush of heat go through you.

“I can, just give me a chance-” You begged but he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, harsh and unyielding. Lance pushed away from you abruptly and spun you around, pushing you out of his office.

“Go to the lockers and strip down. Wait in the showers,” he ordered, and you nodded, obeying quickly, jumping when he slapped your ass as you passed. You walked as quickly as you dared through the gym, into the locker room.

It was nearly empty and quickly became entirely so as you disrobed, putting your clothes in your locker and heading to the showers with your usual products. You were alone, the sound of the water the only thing you could hear as you strained your ears, eyes sweeping as far as you could see into the lockers. Lance stepped into view suddenly and you flinched, as he snickered. “Knew I was coming, who else would I be? Turn the water off, go into a different stall we don’t want to slip.”

You did as he said, moving quickly glancing over your shoulder into the locker room and seeing it was still empty. Lance pushed you into the stall and up against the wall, putting your hands up high as he kicked your legs apart.

“Jesus, I’ve been fucking waiting for this all fucking day,” Lance swore, and you whimpered as he pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, sliding it around in the bit of wetness there.

“Come on baby, what’s going on, am I being too mean? My pathetic girl needs some sweetness? Well too bad that’s not what you get with me,” Lance said, slapping his dick against your cunt, hitting your clit and making you buck your hips, trying to get more. “Ahh, there she is, my desperate girl, wondering where you were.”

“Thought- thought you didn’t like desperate?” you said woundedly, and Lance just laughed, running his dick between your inner lips, coating his dick with your slick before pushing his tip inside you.

You gasped, going up on your toes, and Lance followed, pressing you into the wall, making you take it. Inch by inch, he drove into you, pulling back then hammering forwards. You were making broken little gasps and moans, feeling yourself be split open on his cock.

“I feed off of desperate, baby. Now bend over, you’re gonna take my seed like a good little whore, Daddy wants a baby this time,” Lance grinned, pushing you down until you were doubled over, still pressed against the wall, ass pushing into him.

“Gonna fill you up so full of me you’re gonna be dripping with it,” Lance groaned, thrusting forwards and making you squeal.

“Please, Lance! I need it,” you whimpered, cheek against your hands, pressing back from the wall and wriggling against Lance until he slapped your ass.

“Greedy fucking slut! Can’t just take what you’re given, always have to try to prove yourself,” Lance muttered, and you shuddered, your pussy clenching. He grabbed your ponytail again, wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your head back while he drove his hips into you. “Where’s that fucking voice now, huh? Come on baby, tell me how good you’re going to be for me, how good you’re going to look stuffed full of my cum, swollen with me.”

Lance let go of your hair to grip your hips tightly as he began fucking you with quick, steady strokes, dragging grunts out of your mouth, as more filth spilled from his.

“Gonna come on Daddy’s dick aren’t you, slut? Yeah, you’re still a fucking slut, getting off on all of this, you’re wet as a fucking pool.” He wasn’t wrong, you were soaked, Lance slipping through your folds with ease. He reached around and pulled one of your tits out of your top, groping you harshly as he kept thrusting at even pace.

You couldn’t hold back, whimpering as you came, dropping your head, bent and hanging between your shoulders. You shook, body trembling as your cunt tightened on Lance’s dick. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you back into him, no resistance from you.

Lance started fucking you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. “Gonna do it this time, really gonna breed you up baby,” he moaned in your ear as he came, sputtering against your walls bare, dripping down between your legs as he fucked in and out of you eagerly.

When he pulled out, you could feel some of his cum against your thighs, and you pressed them together. “See? Such a slut, you can’t help but want to keep my cum inside you,” Lance said, putting a hand on your lower back, pushing lightly at first, then harder when you weren’t moving fast enough. “Get on your knees and face me.”

You did as he said, looking up at him to see him holding his dick and pointing it right at you. “Aw Lance, is that why we’re in the showers? This better count as extra credit,” you grumbled, closing your eyes.

You flinched when the first stream of piss hit your cheek, then relaxed into it, getting covered from head to foot. “‘Extra credit’ you’d let me do anything I wanted just for a scrap of praise, wouldn’t you?” Lance taunted, laughing as he pissed on you.

“I fucking own you, slut, don’t ever forget that. Forget about credit, forget about your job, forget about your life, you are mine. That’s your fucking progress report, baby,” Lance hissed, finishing peeing and standing tall over you.

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