#lance tucker x reader fic
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Lance Tucker x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]
Summary: After your night with Ransom, you’re moving on—really.
Word Count: 2,818
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Warnings: UnBeta’d, Dark, Stalking, Fear/Paranoia, Unreliable Narrator, Yandere Vibes, BDSM (Dom/sub, Exhibitionism, Rope Bondage, Suspension, Aftercare), brief Smut (Vaginal Penetration, Unsatisfying), Pet Names (baby, pidge, etc). Minors do not interact (18+).
A/N: Here’s some more Ransom, being patient as he can be. Let me know what you think!
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Breathe. In. Out. Your body relaxes into the cradle of ropes. You catch a glimpse of Chase, his smile shining for his audience. You keep your thoughts on him, too scared to let them drift.
Though, another eye catches yours from the crowd. Your lips twitch and your teeth worry over them. Hunger, deep and dark, glinting. Pride radiating in waves. The eyes of a man who looks at you as though you’re a pristinely polished trophy. And you’re happy to be that for Lance Tucker. Just for him. God, what you’d let that man do to you. Never imagining the man who might do it better—never.
You try to blink away thoughts of that rich asshole and let your eyes drift closed. A hand binding your wrists, around your throat. That smug smirk of his as he took you apart piece by piece.
No. There’s no room for Ransom. He didn’t write you a check, but a week later you’d gotten a direct deposit—more than he’d promised. And you hadn’t heard from him since. Good riddance.
You find Lance in the crowd again and let his proud smile satisfy you. You don’t need some pompous, entitled, egotistical brat hanging around being a creep. You’re glad Ransom got you out of his system. Really. You are.
You breathe a moment, centering yourself back in the present. There’s no need to think about Ransom Drysdale. None at all.
“Are you alright?” Chase asks in a quiet tone. His hand reaches out to steady you, grounding you to the conversation with him.
“I’m fine,” you reply before assessing the state of your body. “But a little sore? Maybe? I think I might need to come down soonish.”
“Alright,” Chase says. He turns back to the crowd announcing the end of his presentation, explaining the aftercare and begins to lower the rig.
Your belly finds the mats, hands still wrapped behind your back. You turn your head and rest it on the cushion while you wait. Chase approaches and kneels by your waist.
A laugh huffs from your chest when you look up at him. “I could have stayed up longer.”
Chase quirks a brow. “I’m sure you could have. But I didn’t think you should.”
You make an accepting sound in your throat and let him do his work. A minute passes before your limbs are all free. Chase wraps the rope from his palm to his elbow, winding it to put away.
Slowly, you begin to move. First legs, stretching into the air and bending, then arms. When you finally push up from the mat, Chase stands ready to help guide you back to your room.
“You did good today,” you remark as you both walk down the hallway. “They were eating up every word. Saw a bunch heading toward your photography table.” He smiles at you. “I think they really like the pose, too.”
The door opens to your room and you find your futon. Chase hands you your snack and drink.
“What do you think about going vertical next week?” he asks, brushing his fingers over your forehead while you lay comfortably on your bed.
“As long as I’m not upside down,” you reply with closed eyes and a yawn.
“I’ll let Lance know you’re ready for him.” Chase leaves you drifting off to sleep to get your boyfriend—the newest addition to your aftercare routine.
The door opens and you feel the tender touch of Lance’s hand. He leans down to kiss your lips.
“Hey, baby,” you murmur, half asleep. But when you turn over and open your eyes, no one’s there. You sit up and glance around.
The door sits in its frame, shut and undisturbed, just like the rest of your room. Must have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn…
The door opens and Lance struts in. You catch his eye and his smile beams.
“God, you were fantastic!” he enthuses. Taking his hands from his track pants pockets, he cups your cheeks and presses his lips to yours. They taste of cherry chapstick, how could you have forgotten that—the lips that kissed yours before him didn’t.
“You waiting up for me?”
You nod without a word, unsure as to what to say. Part of you wants to mention that moment before he came in. But why would he want to hear about your dream? Instead, you pull back your blanket, inviting him to warm you up.
“As soon as we get back to your place, I’ll get your epsom salt bath going,” he starts, liking the sound of his own voice as much as you do. It grounds you, especially after a strange encounter with a figment of your imagination. “Gotta make sure you aren’t sore in the morning. Then we can get you in your…”
He keeps talking and it lulls you to sleep. Knowing that when you wake up, he’ll take you back to your place and sleep over. And everything will go like it always does.
Which is why you’re unsurprised when Saturday morning dawns and Lance has slotted himself between your thighs.
His hips curve into yours, his cock stretching you wide. Your fingers dig into his spine, clutching him close. Moans spill from your lips. His heavy breaths brush across your cheeks. Sweat beads on his brow as he readjusts you, stretching one of your legs closer to your chest while keeping the other wrapped around his hips.
Your lips press together. It all feels good—always has. Even when you were finding your groove together, with his athleticism and your need for intimacy.
He makes noises of pleasure. His hips accelerating in a signal of his imminent release. Your eyes close, focusing on your own. Lance’s hips stutter. He paints your insides with his cum and sighs.
A sunny smile spreads his lips. How his hair remains coiffed after all the sweat and exertion, you don’t know, but it’s endearing. A quirk you quite adore.
He flops to the side, running his hand along his abdomen, tickling the tattoo of the gold ribbon he has leading down his pelvis. Another uniquely Lance thing. So proud of his accomplishments, and you don’t blame him. He’s incredible.
But your pulse thrums with the dissipating arousal of your unsatisfied lust. Your arms reach over your head, stretching sore muscles. Without meaning to, you let your mind wander. How Ransom made you sore in the best way. How he fit inside you. How he made you cum until you ached for nothing but pleasure.
Your boyfriend’s hand reaches over, smoothing over your tummy and flicking at one of your nipples.
“Where’re you going?” he asks.
You look over and smile. Eyes trace over his pouty lips and bright blue eyes. You tilt your head and brush your lips to his.
“I’m right here,” you reply.
“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” Harlan asks. He leans back in his chair and you lift your head from your research.
“The toxicology of plant-based poisons,” you reply, immersed in your work. Though, you know it won’t satisfy your boss.
He says nothing more for a moment. Letting you turn your full attention back to the research at hand. He probably didn’t need much help in the subject with how long he’s been writing murder mysteries. Still, he always likes to be accurate. As few creative liberties as possible—at least where it counts.
“Alright,” he says with as little enthusiasm as he can bestow on such an acceptance. “You will tell me eventually, mind.”
“Will I?” you mumble distractedly.
“You’re not a very good liar.”
You snort and turn the page, picking up a highlighter and sticky note to jot down a thought on a passage about cyanide.
“It isn’t something Walt did, is it?” he prods, the weight of his observant gaze heavy on your shoulders.
“No, Harlan,” you reply, recapping the pen in your hand.
“What about Ransom? He gave you some trouble a little while ago.”
You swallow and push aside the embarrassment and panic that spikes through you, replying, “No, Harlan.”
“Huh,” he says.
“Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask with a huff of mild frustration.
“I’m quite stuck on what should happen next,” he says with a flick to the corner of the page.
“Right,” you drone with the skeptical quirk of your eyebrow sent in his direction.
He smiles that enigmatic smile of his and reaches up a hand to cup his chin. “You know I’m just concerned.”
With a sigh, you give up on your work. Your boss won’t let you focus on it anyway. Folding your arms over your chest, you lean back and contemplate how best to word your explanation. One tiny slip and the jig is up. How could you possibly tell him his grandson paid to fuck you better than anyone ever has?
“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you admit, pursing your lips around the word. “Don’t need to tell you all the gory details, though.”
“That’s the best part of a story,” he refutes with a twinkle in his eye. His full attention remains on you, waiting for the final crack before the flood.
“Let’s just say,” you pause for the right wording. “My boyfriend is amazing, but doesn’t always…” You trail off with a hand gesture to imply the rest.
“You mean in the boudoir?” Harlan twines his fingers and tilts his head in interest.
You snort and nod. “Yeah.” You lean back in your chair until your eyes meet the ceiling. “Got me thinking about the last prick. He was an asshole, but he...” You trail off, uncertain as to how you might finish the thought.
Harlan looks at you a long while. When your head turns to meet his gaze, he says, “May I offer advice in the form of an old adage?”
You sit upright and nod. “Lay it on me.” Complete with a grabbing motion of your hands.
“Comparison is the thief of joy.”
It sits in the air, letting you soak it in. Harlan returns to his manuscript in silence. Yet you’re stuck on the words. He’s right. Ransom is your past—a blip, if anything—and Lance is your future—a real, solid one at that.
You turn back to your research with determination. Refusing to let Ransom occupy a second more of your thoughts. You start back on your note about cyanide.
“I know that’s not all, by the by,” your boss intones right as your pen meets paper. “But it’s enough for now.”
You swallow and glance over your shoulder to him. “Thanks.”
Harlan nods with a hum and places his glasses on his nose.
The sounds of the typewriter fill the empty space of the room and the two of you continue your work. You lose yourself to the facts and let the hours tick by. Thoughts wavering on your future.
“Seriously, this tastes like shit.”
You hear his voice before you see him. Your heart drops to your stomach. All you can think is ‘Oh, God, no.’ Your feet find the final step and you freeze. Unsure of the best course of action.
You might be able to completely skirt by unnoticed through the front door. Or the back patio. As long as Ransom stays in the kitchen.
It was coming back inside that posed the problem. Harlan sending you on an errand to the local public library to pick up a book he placed on hold. If Ransom were still here, how could you avoid him without knowing his position in the mansion?
“It’s a good thing I didn’t make it for you, Hugh,” Fran replies.
You blink out of your momentary panic. As if Ransom ever stayed so long with his grandfather. He’d be long gone by the time you got back. You scurry out the door, closing it with the softest click.
The breeze bites through the air. It stings your face with its crisp coolness. You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck and bundle your hands deeper into your sleeves. On the threshold of winter, you dread the thought of the first snow.
You wait a moment for your car to warm before driving down the road to town. Thoughts mull in your mind, but music tunes them out. The radio already blasting holiday songs on repeat, prompting another train of thought to occupy you. Your first holiday not alone. Gifts for Lance. Holiday plans and the small, hopeful feeling warm in your chest.
You find a parking spot at the library and exit your car. The cold wind bustles you inside and you walk to the front counter. Used to your face, the librarians move quickly to check-out Harlan’s book to you. You smile and thank them, and then you’re on your way back, with little time to get your head on straight when thoughts of Ransom resurface.
Parking the car, you linger a moment in the quickly dissipating heat. The car door slams behind you. A few quick strides take you back up the steps and into the house. You shiver as you undress your outerwear, hanging each piece up on your hook—coat, hat, scarf, mittens.
You pause to listen. Straining to see if you can hear Ransom’s voice anywhere in the house. Knowing how much he likes to hear himself speak. Nothing. A sigh of relief blows past your lips.
The stairs creak on your ascent. Marta greets you on her way down, a furrow between her brow. You almost ask her about it, but she slips away in a quick descent.
You make it to the second landing and stop. He’s standing right there. Staring at a painting on the wall—one you’d admired before, reminiscent of Artemisia Gentileschi. One you pass multiple times a day on your way up to Harlan’s study. One of your favorite pieces in the house, really.
Wishing to turn invisible just for a moment, you clutch the book close to your chest and close your eyes. With determination, you open them and march past Ransom, ignoring his presence. Yet, in your periphery, his head turns.
“Oh,” he says—is there a tinge of affection in his tone? He cocks his head to the side and takes a long perusal of your body. His eyes narrow. “Where have you been?” Any question of tenderness vanishes with the question. Replaced by his usual derision.
You hold up the book in explanation. He squints at the cover and his lips part, but he doesn’t say anything. He seems to think better of a comment and looks back to the painting.
“If you’ll excuse me then, Mr. Drysdale.”
His jaw ticks in irritation. Eyes flashing toward you, he grits, “Call me Ransom, pidge.”
You step sideways toward the stairs up to Harlan’s personal study. “Right,” you mutter under your breath. “I just thought—” You shake your head. A buzz in your pocket catches your attention. You pull the screen halfway out to check. The preview of a text from Lance shines up at you. Your lips twitch toward a smile as you tuck it away. “Nevermind.” You make it up two steps before you hear his voice again.
“Is Lance treating you right?”
You might have thought the question just a figment of your imagination—prone as you are to those. But turning around, he watches you curiously. Your lips part, stunned.
“How did you know about him?” you ask with a glance over your shoulder to the upstairs door, drawn but not closed. Praying that Harlan won’t be privy to this unexpected conversation.
“Friend of a friend,” Ransom replies with a shrug. But his eyes do not leave yours. It unsettles you, the steadiness of his focus.
You swallow down your unease. “Why do you care?” you prod. Your face scrunches in an expression of dubiousness.
Ransom blinks and looks away to the painting again. “I don’t.” The words rasp between his teeth.
“Right,” you mutter under your breath. “Well, Ransom.” Your fingers tap on the book cover. “I, uh, hope you have a nice rest of your day.”
You retreat up the rest of the stairs and enter Harlan’s study. With a great huff of air releasing your nerves and pent-up frustration, you glance at your boss. A curious expression adorns his features. Your stomach flips, but you ignore it and hand over his book, ready to get back to work. You’re sure he’ll ask his questions later.
As for you, you’ve got some answered. Like the fantasy of whether Ransom would really be such a horrible option. The answer is yes. No matter how well he fucked you or how he sent you reeling in your throes of passion, he is not the man for you. Of that, you’re now absolutely certain.
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Kinktober 2022, Day 15: Objectification
God of Olympics
Summary: Lance just wants you to know your place, because you are his.
Pairings: Lance Tucker X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, degradation, slapping, showing you off to an audience, glory hole, gang bang, rough sex, creampie, a bit of a praise kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.4K
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Lance slaps his hand over your tit, making you yelp out, but his smug face just smiles at you. Stalking around your body, he gives your ass a slap, and leans tight into your body, “Get on your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” you respond quickly. Blinking at your guests, as you get to your knees.
“Hands behind your head, and keep your legs spread.”
“Yes, sir,” placing your hands behind your head, Lance walks back in front of you, and starts ripping at your clothing, pushing aside your shirt until your tits are exposed to everyone in the room, and a few of the men adjust their pants. Looking at you like they were going to devour you, but you have behave. He was counting on you.
Squatting down, he rips off your panties, leaving the majority of your body for their viewing pleasure. Lance gives your face a few smacks, before grabbing at your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him. “What are you?”
“A worthless cumdump,” you whimper as his finger rubs along your puffy lips.
“Whose worthless cumdump are you?”
“Yours, sir.”
He slides two fingers past your lips, and runs the appendage over your flattened tongue. As he slides out, you suck on them gently. Your eyes shining up at him. The next push through, he goes all the way to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. The movement of your body, makes your weeping cunt even more visible to the men, and Tyler Rake leans forward to get a closer look, getting his arm slapped by Jax. Marshall just grunts out his approval.
“Whose whore mouth is this?”
“Yours, sir.”
He wipes his fingers soaked in your saliva on your face, because slapping at your tits again. Moving back and forth between your nipples, before he gazes down at you, “Whose tits are these?”
“Yours, sir.”
Traveling down your body, he slaps at your folds, until you squeal out in pleasure. “And whose pretty hole is this?”
“Yours, sir.”
“And I can do whatever it is that I want with it?” You nod your up at him, and he pushes his fingers back into your mouth. You suck on them, tasting your tangy arousal, and he gives you a nod. “I can let whoever I want fuck this worthless, pathetic, whore, cum bucket, can’t I?”
You look over to the men, and suddenly realize why there is an audience, “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.”
“Get in the fucking box,” his finger points behind you to the glory hole wall, and you start to shake you head no, but he tsks you. “Babydoll, you said whatever I want. And I want your body, and your holes to be shared. You are nothing but a cum dump, but you’re my cum dump. Don’t you want to be filled to the brim with cum? Have all these cocks just for you? I’m giving you a gift.”
“Maybe she can’t handle it,” Jax smirks at you. “Can you handle three cocks fucking into, and you have no idea whose it is? Such a needy little cunt, and we’re just willing to help you out.”
“You’ll stay with me?” You look up at Lance, begging him to say with you.
“Of course, Babydoll, now get in the box, and show them how pretty your cunt is spread,” grabbing your hand, he guides you to the box. Letting you get comfortable on your back, he gives your tits a jiggle, and your spread your legs, hearing all the other men lick their lips as they walk closer. Hands smooth along your legs, over your sex, even under the hole, grabbing at your tits. Rolling your soft peaks in between their fingers.
A soft petaly lips kiss up your legs, and a tongue licks up your slit. The hand on your tit searches for your mouth, before he presses in a thick finger. “Giving you something to suck on, Babydoll,” Tyler. You could recognize that voice. The only one with an accent.
Someone’s face presses into your cunt while he kitten licks your clit. Diving in to suck the pearl into his mouth. His teeth giving the bean a little nibble, making you whimper, grabbing tightly to Lance. “They’re only getting started, baby.”
When his fingers push into your cunt, you know right away by the ringed digits that this is Jax, getting his face soaked in your juices. Laving up your arousal like a decadent dessert.
Crying out when you feel a thumb press into your ass. It could only Marshall. Him and Jax work in tandem, fingering both your holes, while Tyler fucks your face with his own fingers. Jax was relentless. Every lewd moan, makes him roll your clit in between his teeth. Curling his fingers, the pads of them stimulate your g spot. Your body lifts up off the platform, and you moan out Lance’s name.
Just before you get to cum, they all stop. Hands back off of you, and you sob at the absence of them. Two large hands slide down your legs, before placing your body just where he wants it. “Oh!” You sing as his thick cock breaks the barrier. No comfort is given to you when he starts jabbing into you. Grunting out how good you feel.
“Pinch her nipples,” Marshall. His hands hold you gently, but his cock drives into you with such force you see stars. Lance pinches down on your nipples, leaning forward a bit to kiss on your sticky skin. “God, you’re such a fucking whore. Got you giving up this pussy to whoever wants it. It feels good though doesn’t it?”
His pace turns into slow methodical thrusts into you. His tip playfully becoming acquainted with your cervix, and you scratch down your legs.
“Damn, save some for the rest of us.”
“Gotta make her…cum,” at the deep timbre of his voice, your walls clean his around him, and he struggles to pull out. Letting the next one step up to the plate.
Jax’s ringed fingers come under the hole, and grab harshly at your tits when he pushes into your warmth. There was a madness to him. A need for him to get off before you. Letting you know just how much you were just a fucktoy to them.
Lance’s hands caress your face, and he gives you a warm smile. “You’re doing so good my little cum baby. You love your thick cream cum don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” you moan as Jax slams into you. “Yeah, right there.”
“Oh, right there, Babydoll? That feel good, hmm? My god, she’s fucking adorable. Willing to let us use these whore holes,” he jams into you one more time, before he’s being yanked away.
“Time to flip it over, Babydoll,” is the only warning Tyler gives you before he’s turning you to your belly. kicking your legs to the side before pummeling into you. Holding onto your hips gruffly, and even Lance backs away. Your fingers reach towards him, before, he’s pulling his cock out.
Sliding it past your lips, and watching you gag on his length. Tyler pulls and tugs your body onto him, adding in the few odd slaps to your ass. Pulling apart your cheeks to see where the two of you connect. “Fuuck! She’s so sensitive. So tight, and got me in a vice grip. Let go, just let go, and I’ll fill you up. Jax and Marshall are over hear stroking their cocks and getting ready to watch all our cum drip out of this abused whore hole.”
The way they talk to you, ugh, it was sinful, but you loved it. Lance pulls out, so everyone can hear your labored breathing and pitiful whines. And the sounds alone were enough to have Tyler’s cum paint the inside of you. Pulling out, he’s replaced quickly by another cock. Not shy in using his friends jizz as more lube. “We like it messy,” Marshall growls, before releasing his own seed.
Followed by Jax’s hard slams into you with a fervent need.
“Gotta hear you scream out my name. Your husband is going to watch his cum dump dripping. Uh!” His spunk shoots into your womb, but he just fucks it deeper. Jax loved overstimulating himself. Pulling himself out, just so the three can watch your abused hole drip their cum out. “Push it out,” he says, as Lance walks out to watch as well.
“Or, I can fuck it back into her, and you guys can watch. You always gotta finish with your God of Olympics don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
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I didn't see him on your masterlist, but a dark!Lance tucker 👀👀👀
mmmmmmm, bestie i’ve been waiting for someone to throw this in my inbox.
Dark!Lance Tucker x Reader
You gulped in a breath, the edges of your vision returning with your intake of the oxygen you were deprived of.
“If you want gold, you’re gonna have to have more endurance than that, bronze.” Lance held you upright by your hair, his sharp jawline set as his gaze is cast down at you. “I expected better.”
You’d done a full into a step out and it ended sloppy, dropping you from gold to silver, and then an exposed bra strap had dropped you to bronze. They were stupid mistakes, things you’d trained out of yourself- but you woke up this morning feeling off and it had snowballed.
Lance’s blue track pants are pushed down just enough for his saliva slick cock to bob in your face, his office door locked and the blinds dropped. “You’re the best one on the team. You’re the one the other college girls look up to, and this is the example you set for them?”
Your chest still heaving, you try to interject. “Coach, please, it was just a bad day, I-“ Before you can finish your sentence he shoves himself past your lips, tutting above you as you retch. “Olympic Gold Medalists don’t have bad days,” he replies, wrapping his fist around your ponytail to push you further down his length.
“You’re lucky this mouth of yours is so fucking hot, or I’d send you packing back to whatever buttfuck hick town you came from.” He pushes against your head harder, the crown of his cock pressing against the entrance to your esophagus. “But you suck dick like a champ, so I’ll give you another shot.”
He lets go of your hair and you pull back to heave in breath, looking up at him. Lance sneers down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva across your face making your mascara trail black. He uses the same fingers to trace black against the tattoo on his pelvis. “You show me you can work for the gold, and I’ll let you go back out and practice your routine.”
He doesn’t have to tell you what he means, you already know. You take one last steadying breath before you flatten your tongue and take him down again. You push against the resistance harder and harder until a pop in the back of your throat makes you sputter your victory around him. Your nose brushes against the gold medal tattooed in his skin and his hand comes back down to the back of your head to keep you in place. “See? I knew you could do it, bronze. Just a little determination and some hard work.”
He swipes tears off your cheeks, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste them before thrusting into your throat. “Mmm, victory never tasted so sweet.”
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Give you hell
AN: I hope you enjoyed that little Stucky AU yesterday. Today we're taking a left turn down Douche-bag Avenue for an unexpected interaction with Lance Tucker.
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
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Beta’d by @navybrat817
Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Gym Coach Teacher Reader
CW: Hate sex, cum marking, lots of swearing, toxic relationship, ex hook-up Lance, rough sex
Word Count: 1.1k
“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?”
His finger jabbed at you and you felt your normal ire at his presence mutate into loathing.
“Me? You’re one to talk, Mr ‘Olympic Gold Medal’ Diva.”
You spun away from him and walked towards the locker room, but of course he had to follow you, just to needle you some more.
“Yes, it really gets to you, doesn't it? That I made it big, while you’ve been stuck here teaching peewees how to do a forwards roll.”
“Please,” you threw over your shoulder. “Like I’d be jealous of you. You were an ass then and you’re an ass now.”
He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall by the locker room door.
He looked you up and down, a glint in his eye and his tongue rubbing over his top lip. Damn him and his handsome face.
“You didn’t always think so…”
His hand trailed down your body, over your breast and you slapped it away.
“Oh, I always thought so, Lance. It’s just I needed to get my kicks somehow.”
His eyes went wide, his ego having trouble comprehending what you were saying. And you could help but tease him.
“Awwww, poor baby. All this time, did you really think that I cared? That I was all goo-goo eyes over you?”
His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as you laid into him.
“Is that why you came back to visit? Needed to inflate that ego of yours with a trip down memory lane? Sorry to disappoint you. You’re not gonna get any fawning from me. Now get out of my way.”
You shoved him and he stumbled back and you almost laughed out loud at the look of existential crisis on his face. But you turned and pushed your way into the locker room.
You weren’t wholly surprised when you heard the door open again a few seconds later as Lance barged through.
“Fuck off outta my locker room, Lance. In fact, fuck off outta my life.”
This time when he pinned you to the wall, arms above your head, it made your teeth rattle.
“You’re lying,” he sneered. “You want me. You’ve always wanted me.”
You smiled, over-sweetly, back.
“I never said I didn’t want you. I just said I never cared for you.”
“Maybe that’s all I need?”
He kissed you then, all teeth and tongue, and damn it, it made heat flare within you. He was always too good at this. You kissed him back, giving as good as you got. When he slid a hand up your top, groping you over your sports bra, you hooked your leg around his hips, pulling him flush to your core, and started to grind.
Lance broke the kiss to pull your top up, and he wrenched at the zipper of your bra, until your breasts spilled out and he could take one, and then the other into his mouth. He sucked on them hard, before popping off and biting into the soft flesh, making you cry out with desire.
With him distracted you pulled your hands free of his grip and slid them up his t-shirt, scraping your nails down his muscular form, hearing him hiss. When you reached his training sweats, you pushed your hand inside, taking hold of him.
His cock was a familiar weight in your hand and you ran your thumb over his slit, smearing the pearl of pre-cum. He retaliated by slipping his hand down your sweats and into your panties, chuckling against your flesh when he discovered how wet you were.
“Shut up, Lance. Put your money where your mouth is and fuck me then. If you’ve got it in you.”
He growled and let go of you to shove his sweats down. And that’s when you saw it. The infamous tattoo. And you couldn’t help it. Laughter bubbled up out of your mouth, even as you clamped your hands over them.
“You shut up!”
He spun you so you were face first against the wall, pulled your sweats down and off one foot, before lifting your leg to open you to him.
He pushed in, harshly and you groaned, hands scrabbling against the cool tiles.
“Oh fuck!”
“Yeah, you like that, huh?”
He thrust hard and fast, just the way you, and your body, remembered. His hand snuck round your front, between you and the wall, and started to rub firm circles on your clit.
“It was always easy to make you cum.”
You let out another bark of laughter.
“I faked it half the time, dickhead.”
He bit down on the juncture of your neck and you cried out, pushing your hips back against his. Whatever this was between you, no matter how toxic, it was currently doing it for you. You were so close and you were determined to cum, even if it did make Lance even more insufferable.
“Let’s see if you can please me this time. I doubt you’re fucking man enough. Come on, you don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break.”
He doubled down, touching you faster, more firmly, and you smiled internally at how transparent he was.
“That’s it, Lance. Yes, fuck me. Make me cum…”
You cried out, bucking your hips, as your pussy clenched down on Lance’s cock and fireworks went off behind your eyes. You were still gulping in breaths when he roughly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, and put a hand on the back of your neck, holding you against the wall, unable to move.
“Told you, too easy. You were always a slut for this dick.”
You heard the tell-tale sound of him jerking himself off behind you and you wiggled, trying to get free.
“Might as well let everyone know it. Ah, fuck.”
You felt the wet warmth as he came, his cum splattering over your ass and up your back, onto your uniform top.
“There, pretty as a fucking picture.”
He slapped his hand against your buttock and you squeaked.
“See you in hell, bitch.” He gave you a sarcastic little wave as he pushed his way through the locker room door. You scowled at his retreating form and shouted back.
“Not if I see you there first. Asshole.”
He flipped you off, over his shoulder, and the door flapped shut.
Despite the exceptionally gross feeling of his cooling spend running down your leg, you smiled to yourself, and wondered how long he would stay away this time.
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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,
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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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Hey Jo! I'm trying to find this fic and was wondering if you knew it? 😅
It's a Lance Tucker x reader fic which is set at Christmas and is a multi part (4 or 5 parts I believe) where Lance misses his flight to I think LA or Miami and spends the Christmas time with the reader? It was super angsty and fluffy and was called something like "All I Want For Christmas Is You" I think?
I cannot find it for the life of me lol
Hi love! Hope you're having a good day! <3
So this is a Lance fic I do not know unfortunately! I'm sorry! But I will ask around to see if anyone can help! Sounds super cute! Love Lance hehe
Good luck finding it! Hugs and love! ❤️
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You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again
Part II/X
Pairing: dark!Alpha stepbrother Ransom Drysdale x innocent!naive Omega stepsister reader, dark!Alpha Curtis Everett x innocent Omega reader
Words: ~2.8k
Summary: Ransom is already loving how pliable and willing you are to go along with his rules, and introducing you to his friends just cements that feeing.
Chapter Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (exhibition, f receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, scenting, Alpha/Omega dynamics), hints at some super dark stuff that Curtis is involved in, Alpha!Lance Tucker is an asshole (one use of the R word because it just felt in character him), cruel vibes from all our Alphas, SMUT!!! NO MINORS!!!
A/N: It’s finally here!!! My muse is awake and I hope to be gracing you are with more fics in the future now that I’ve finally had a change to my work schedule. This part is more world building but the next parts will be very much focused on just Ransom and bunny and how they may or may not be developing unhealthy feelings towards each other.
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“R-Alpha, are you sure?” You bit your lip while you peeked up at him through your lashes, your fingers gripping his sweater against his chest while you curled closer to him as you sat on his lap.
“I would never lie to you, bunny.” He tried not to smirk when you wiggled a little and nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing his lips to your temple and breathing deep of the smell of honeysuckle and jasmine and vanilla and just a hint of something warm and fertile that made up your sweet scent. “I know it seems strange, honey, but that’s why we’re doing it now, so you can get used to it. Your mate isn’t going to want to put up with all these questions and teaching you how to be good once you're bonded, he’s gonna want to breed you and be able to show you off. And I know you want to be good, don’t you, bunny?”
“Y-yes Alpha.” You shivered when he ran his hand up your spine, sitting up and starting to undo the buttons of your blouse even as your hands were shaking. “Want to be so good.”
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“I dunno man, she sounds like a fucking moron.” Ransom frowned at Curtis when he stamped the cigarette out against the side of his building before the three of them headed inside. “Of course, that would make her perfect for Tucker.”
“Don’t be a fucking asshole, Everett.” Lance smacked Curtis’s shoulder when they got on the elevator and flipped the larger man off when he started chuckling. “Seriously, Drysdale, you’re sure she’s not retarded or something?”
“Nope, just sheltered and naive as all fuck.” Ransom grinned and leaned against the wall when they just gave him disbelieving looks. “I’m serious men, that sweet little idiot wants to be a perfect Omega so bad, she’ll let you do whatever you want to her. Linda and that preacher fucked her up. Just tell her it’s something her future Alpha will expect from her.”
“Anything, huh?” The way Curtis licked his lips made Ransom grin.
“Don’t fucking break her, Curt, none of that rough shit you’re into. Want to keep her nice and sweet so she doesn’t run to my fucking mother again.” Ransom winked at his friends when the elevator door opened and they followed him into his apartment. “Scent her, touch her, go nuts. Bunny! Come on out, we have guests!”
Ransom could tell when the full effect of your scent hit them by the way their nostrils flared and the low growl Curtis let out. Then you walked into the room and he could have cackled at the way their pupils dilated and they had to obviously fight the urge to stalk towards you when you struggled to meet their gazes.
“H-hello Alpha.” He sometimes still couldn’t believe you’d actually just accepted that once you were mated and bonded you were going to be expected to constantly be naked when you were at home, but you swallowed it whole. Just thinking about the way you had nuzzled into his shoulder then looked up at him with big innocent eyes before nodding like a good girl and slowly stripping yourself of every bit of clothing was starting to make him hard. And now he got to see every inch of your sweet, soft body all fucking day, like a damn dream. “Do you want me to take your coats?”
“Yes, honey, you’re such a good girl.” Ransom rubbed his nose over your temple and breathed deeply when you came close, purring when you let out a small chirp and brushed your hand over his chest. “Go say hello to our guests, bunny.”
“Yes, Alpha.” You’re voice was so soft and small and contrasted so sharply with how utterly sinful you looked walking around naked, he could’ve kissed himself for having this idea. “Hi.”
“Hey there, sweet thing.” Lance didn’t even notice the questioning look you gave Ransom when his friend put his hand on your waist and pulled you close so he could scent your neck and run his fingers over your hips, the shuddering breath you took when he licked your jaw making him groan. “Can’t believe your asshole brother’s been hiding you away from us.”
“I-I just don’t like going out.” You shivered when you felt the large Alpha’s presence behind you and his warm hands skimmed over your shoulders. “An Omega’s place is keeping the home.”
“Oh, they trained you good, didn’t they, pretty girl?” The bearded Alpha growled when you tilted your head to the side so he could scent your neck, his hands suddenly cupping your breasts and making you whine when you felt a strange sensation shoot through your core. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Th-thank you, Alpha.” You felt lightheaded from the scent of their pheromones swirling around you, your whole body getting suddenly warm as slick started to leak down your thighs. “Oh…”
“Alright that’s enough saying hello.” Ransom couldn’t keep from grinning when you looked like you were about to pass out, reaching out to steady you when you stumbled a bit after his friends disconnected from you with a pair of low growls. “Such a good bunny, you stay out here in case we need anything, okay honey?”
“Yes Alpha.” You let out a small chirp when Ransom tucked his fingers under your chin and leaned into his touch, steadying a little when he kissed your forehead before moving to sit at the kitchen table and read your book, trying to ignore the heated gazes that were still locked onto you while you settled into your seat.
“Why the fuck do you even leave the house, Drysdale?” Lance licked his lips when he watched you tuck your feet under yourself, cocking his head and taking a slow sip of his whiskey. “Don’t think I’d ever get enough of that view. She lets you touch her too?”
“Whatever I want. That little thing was made for pleasure.” Ransom grinned wolfishly when he peeked at you over his shoulder and saw you gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.
“You fucked her yet?” Curtis kept an eye on you even as he talked to your stepbrother, snorting when Ransom frowned at him and shook his head. “You’re wasting time, you need to do it early if you want to break her in.”
“Told you, not trying to break her.” Ransom caught you glancing at him and gave you a wink that had you burying your face in your book again with a small gasp. “Just having fun.”
“Breaking them in is fun.” Curtis draped himself lazily over his edge of the couch as he grumbled into his bourbon. “You have any idea what most Alphas would be willing to give for the chance to claim some sweet little practically untouched thing like her? Wasted opportunity if you ask me.”
“I’m very aware, my mother likes to remind me of it constantly when she’s scolding me that I need to take care of the golden child.” Ransom just kept giving Curtis a smug grin while he sipped on his drink. “It’s not like I can bring her to your compound, Everett. Pretty sure Linda and the preacher would have a collective aneurysm if their precious girl went missing, or came back completely broken. So unless you have some other idea…”
“Stay here.” The smile Curtis was wearing when he rose from his seat should have maybe concerned Ransom, but he was too intrigued. “Sweetheart, stand up for me.”
“It’s okay, bunny. Curtis is sort of a bond prep expert.” Ransom couldn’t help but be a little proud at how pliable you already were, standing for Curtis with just one wary glance towards your stepbrother before you turned your attention to the massive Alpha. “Be good for him.”
“Yes, Alpha.” You shivered when Curtis reached out to curl his hand around the back of your neck, tilting your face up to his and feeling sudden calm wash over you when he put a small amount of pressure on your mating gland. “Oh…”
“You’re a very good girl, aren’t you?” Curtis grinned and pulled you closer when he felt you relax in his grip, the attention of all three Alphas laser focused on you and the way you were melting under Curtis’s touch when he brought his other hand up to caress your cheek. “Have you gotten used to Alpha commands yet, darling?”
You could only shake your head. Ransom had never used a command on you. He didn’t need to, like they all liked to tell you, you were a very good girl, you always wanted to be. But maybe the mate Linda and your father would pick for you would want to be more dominant. You knew you had to be prepared for anything, Ransom kept telling you.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be gentle.” Curtis scented your hair before pressing on your mating gland one more time, letting out a deep growl as his voice took on a low timbre. “Present for me, Omega.”
The whine you let out when you felt your hindbrain urging you to submit had all three Alphas snarling with arousal, the noises from them getting even deeper when you bent over the counter and spread your legs. You were so swollen and slick and pretty and Ransom couldn’t believe that Curtis was the first one who had the idea to get a really good look at you.
“What a good little ‘mega. Gonna make such a perfect mate.” Curtis grinned when you cooed softly, dragging his palms up the backs of your thighs and spreading you open even further. “Once you’re bonded, your Alpha’s gonna want to check this sweet little pussy every day to make sure you really belong to him, that you’re being the good girl he mated and not letting any other Alpha use what’s his.”
“H-how would he check my… my…” You let out another lovely sound when Curtis knelt behind you and shoved fingers from both his hands inside you with no warning. “Oh goodness…”
“Bunny, I’ve told you, you’re gonna have to say the word.” Ransom wanted to crawl over the back of the couch and lose himself in you, your scent was getting stronger while Curtis touched you and it was making Ransom feel like he was lost in a haze. “Ask your question like a big girl.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Alpha.” You kept your eyes on Ransom even while Curtis was drawing more slick from your aching core, curling your fingers against the stone of the counter and panting softly while he licked his lips and purred at you. “How would he check my… pussy?”
“Oh, there’s lots of different ways sweetheart. Fuck, look at you.” Curtis hooked his fingers and pulled your cunt open so he could get a really good look at you, biting softly at the back of your thigh and groaning when he watched you try to clench around the emptiness. “So fucking gorgeous, you’re gonna spoil whichever lucky bastard bonds you. Don’t think he’s gonna be able to stop himself at just looking. Might have to smell you.”
Curtis swiped his nose over your sex and breathed deeply, burying his face between your legs and growling when you let out another soft whine and your thighs started trembling. The air in the apartment was thick and heavy with the smell of sex as all three Alphas let themselves get lost in you, Ransom and Lance feeling just as enraptured even though they weren’t currently touching you. But they could practically taste you in the air, Ransom didn’t even need to look at Lance to know the man was well on his way to becoming obsessed with you. Not that he could look at Lance, when you were filling his vision and making those perfect sounds and letting Curtis touch your sweet little cunt however he wanted and never taking your eyes off your stepbrother’s.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so good, honey. Bet you’d let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to you and you wouldn’t make a peep.” Curtis grinned when you only moaned in response and arched your back further, your fingers digging into the counter as you breathed heavily. “Best way to check is gonna be taste though.”
“What do you… oh my!” Ransom snarled when your eyes fluttered wildly before falling closed when Curtis plunged his tongue inside you, your body arching back on itself as you rose on your toes and your breath became ragged. He didn’t even notice the sound of breaking glass when Lance’s grip on his tumbler got too tight, digging his fingers into the back of the couch while he kept watching you and feeling like he was ready to fight something just to get closer to you.
“Such a good fucking girl, shit.” Curtis’s voice was muffled as he dragged his tongue all over your pussy, making sure he tasted every inch of you before releasing his grip on your swollen walls so he could squeeze your thighs while he groaned softly.
You couldn’t answer him, you felt like you were about to pass out, strange sensations shooting through your body. Even the noises coming from your throat were foreign to your ears, high pitched and whiny and desperate as you pressed your hips back into the giant Alpha’s face and rolled them to meet his mouth. There was something pooling warm and low in your stomach that made you feel like you were about to scream, but it couldn’t be bad, Ransom would never hurt you, or let someone touch you who was going to hurt you. But still…
“Oh… oh my… what are you… ah!” You felt like you were cresting a massive wave, some massive, pleasurable sensation crashing over you as you screamed wildly and and your whole body sagged into the counter, shaking as you struggled to come back to yourself as Curtis kept sucking on a spot that seemed designed to make you lose your mind. “What… what did you do to me? What was that?”
“What’s wrong, honey, you’ve never come before?” Curtis just chuckled lightly as he rose to his feet, running his hands over your still trembling thighs and cooing when you just answered him with a wretched sob. “Oh shit, you haven’t! Christ, the things I could do to you…”
“That’s enough for now.” Ransom finally felt the spell break and leapt over the back of the couch and caught your other arm when you almost collapsed, pulling you into his chest after Curtis rubbed his nose over your shoulder with a comforting purr and gave Ransom a lascivious wink. “Bunny you did so good, huh? We’re gonna get you cleaned up, baby.”
“Mmm.” You sighed and nuzzled into his neck after giving Curtis a curious look over your shoulder, clutching at Ransom’s arms and curling as close as you could so you could take in his comforting scent while you were still vibrating from the pleasure that had been ripped from you. Ransom tried not to give Curtis too sour of a look when he shouldered past him, but fuck if he hadn’t realized just how untouched you were. And he definitely would have wanted to be the first one to draw an orgasm from your sweet little body if he had known.
“She taste as good as she smells?” Lance turned his phone off and tucked it back in his pocket, grateful Ransom was distracted with you so he didn’t have to get a lecture about getting you on video. “Don’t know how the fuck you managed to hold back, would’ve broken that bitch.”
“Because you’re horrible and have zero self control.” Curtis frowned as he stepped between the entrance to the hall and Lance, who was still looking pretty keyed up, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips when he heard the shower running and heard Ransom cooing softly at you. “Go bond some easy slut and dump her like you normally would if that’s what you need something to do. As much as I’d love to watch Drysdale beat the shit out of you if you try to move in on his precious new toy, I kinda like her, and you’re a bastard who can’t play nice. This one’s not a pump and dump.”
“Fuck you.” Lance flipped Curtis off as he rose to his feet, calling the lift and frowning at his friend while he waited. “Why don’t you call me when you two are sick of being pussy whipped by some virgin and I’ll show you how you could really have fun with that sweet slice of pussy.”
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Lambchop
pairings: SS&CE characters x female short chubby reader
words count:1530
a/o: I don’t know why my fic become this but...alright.
warnings: none, just fluff, and self insecure,
It’s your first time going to the men’s dorms.
“You sure you can find the dooms on your own, Lambchop?”
“Buck is right, we could leave the class earlier and pick you up…or we could skip today’s class.”
Shakes your head, you give both of your best friends a ‘Don’t you dare to try’ look and continue gathering your stuff.
“I know my terrible ability about the roads is the reason why you worried about me, but I have the Google map and the GPS. Or I could ask other guys how to go to the dooms. There are so many ways! Besides, I couldn’t always hide under your wings, right?”
“I’d rather and will always protect you, there are so many bastards in this world…”
Steve murmurs under his breath but he sighs while Bucky strokes your hair softly with the back of his left hand.
“If someone tries to hurt you, you call us ANYTIME without hesitation, you got me, doll?”
You nod and snuggle against his hand.
Follow the map and GPS, you stop at a historic building, the ivy climbs up the stone walls, small, rectangular windows let in plenty of light and have been added to the house in a very symmetric way.
The house is equipped with a large kitchen and two bathrooms, it also has a spacious living room, four bedrooms, a roomy dining area, a multimedia room, and a grand storage room. The roof is high and triangular and is covered with stone slabs.
The building is shaped like an L. The extension extends into wooden sunscreen structures reaching the end of that side of the house.
The second floor is the same size as the first, but part of it hangs over the edge of the floor below, creating an overhang on one side and a balcony on the other. This floor has a slightly unique style compared to the floor below.
Press the doorbell, wait a few moments until someone opens the door.
A man with caramel brown hair and a pair of dodger blue eyes leans against the door frame, his arms cross in front of his chest, and he raised his brows.
“Name and who do you want to find?”
You shift your feet and hold your bag tighter; you’ve heard him before.
Hugh Ransom Drysdale, a fabulous frat boy in your college. He and Lance Tucker, the car racer, are friends. And he’s another roommate with your boys.
“I’m here to wait for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.”
Ransom frowns and looks you up and down, then he shrugged.
“Come in and close the door.”
Ransom doesn’t give you second attention when he goes back to his room directly.
Sitting on the soft and cozy couch, you take your phone and text your best friends that you’ve arrived at the dorm. When they text you back and say they’ll bring your favorite restaurant meal back, you smile at the screen.
The bang of the door shuttling startles you and makes you jump slightly. Turning to the door, you meet your classmates.
“Um…what are you doing here?”
“Hey, Jake, Dennis. I’m waiting for Steve and Bucky. You two just finish your class?”
The two of them let their bags fall on the ground and then sit on both sides.
“Den and I finished our programs, so we decided to play some video games in our rooms. I, I never thought I’d meet you here. I mean, you’re so shy and sweet, and the two pricks protect you so well that the whole dooms have a bet that when will you be a thing…”
You chuckle when you hear Jake’s words.
The reason Steve and Bucky are so protective is that you are their childhood best friend. You three are always together like each other’s shadows. You’ve been their support friend and sunshine since they could remember.
Before Steve turned into a delicious beefcake, it was you and Bucky who protected him; Bucky protected him from those bullies, and you saved him from those mean girls. Steve was a stubborn cat, and he still is. Then, he became beefy and taller after your last summer vacation in your high school. So did Bucky, only you became twice the size, though both reassured you that they still think you are the most beautiful woman in this world. But you’ve seen those pretty women around your best friends.
None of them like you.
Everything changed after the summer. You were no longer the sunshine and confident one, you don’t like jogging with them anymore because you didn’t like to bear those stares on your body. You don’t like to see your reflection in the mirror or take photos.
You thought they would dump you or distance themselves when they realize you’re not enough for them. But no, both those boys glued on your sides and be more protective after you met some pricks and bullies.
“I knew the feelings about trusting people you loved will love you back unconditionally. But you did that to the skinny Stevie, so I want to do the same to you, sunshine.”
Steve sat on your left as he admired the same sunset as you. The soft wind kissed both your faces; your eyes locked at each other. You could see sincerity, and something was hidden in the depth of blue. You didn’t dare to discover those, not when you couldn’t even accept and rebuild your confidence.
And what about the rest? What happened after the New Year party in your fresh year?
You only remember that you cried in Steve’s warm and safe arms, Bucky whispered how beautiful you were, and they love your every inch ‘less perfect.’
And when the ray of sunshine peeked through the curtains in Buck and Steve’s room, you found you were sleeping between your best friends, and their hands trapped you as if you were in the safest golden cage.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky slowly opened his eyes while he gave you a breathtaking smile.
Steve held your left hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.
“Waking with you and Buck in the peaceful morning is one of my life goals, and now my dream has come true.”
You couldn’t stop your tears falling and the feelings about cotton swelled in your heart.
After the chaotic night and the soft morning, you told yourself that the whole world didn’t worth you to upset your two fucking ‘the best’ best friends.
Who cares about those girls, frat boys, or gossip when you have your boys?
In their eyes, you’re like the goddess herself and to you, you know they’d never judge you if you are happy and healthy.
“Lambchop! Sorry, we’re late.” Bucky’s voice lets you jump and stand up quickly, running to him and giving him a bear hug. He catches your weights easily, his hands cupping your hips while he kisses your right cheek.
“Miss us so much, hum?” You nod and peck his lips, arms around his neck. Then you rest your face on his shoulder while you smile at Steve, who stood behind Bucky and is lifting your favorite meal.
“Steviee~~” You swear Bucky and Steve flinch at the same time when they heard you calling Steve’s name sweetly.
The blonde chuckles and bends over to kiss your left cheek.
Your giggle dies down when you see someone show up behind Steve, he wears a red and white racer coat, and he clears his throat.
Bucky groans when he sees the man. “Oh no the troublemaker is here.”
“What are you doing here? I supposed today’s Scott or Nick to come here.”
Steve clenches his jaw and shifts between you and the man so he won’t see you.
“Lance is invited by me, you two idiots in love. We’re not interested in your Lambchop.”
Ransom’s voice draws everyone’s attention, you climb down from Bucky and suddenly noticed that there are so many men in the same place.
“Buck, can we go to your bedroom? Or the dining room?” You tug Bucky’s sleeve and give him your best doe eyes.
“Anything you want, sunshine. Let’s head to our room.”
You could sense the two pairs of eyes gawking at you when you follow your best friends.
After you left, Dennis and Jake went back to their room silently, only Ransom and Lance still stood there.
“You should come sooner, it’s impossible to meet her alone. They’re like her guards or something.” Ransom frowned while Lance shrugged
“Sorry, Branden and Nick want to see her too, we took some time to decide who could come here this time.”
Ransom sighed and stepped toward the fridges, pouring himself a glass of icy water.
“I bet she has something to bait all of us curious about her, and I don’t know why those two idiots craved her so much. She’s not special.”
“Or just to us. Barnes is like a tamed puppy when he’s around her. I’ve never seen him like that.”
Lance smirked when he rethinks Steve’s actions and your sweet giggles, his Adam's apple babbled.
“But…I might could realize why they’re adore her.”
might have part 2? reblog and comments are appreciated
#stucky x reader#Bucky Barnes x female reader#Steve Rogers x Female Reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader
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Anon Ask - Sebastian Stan, Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Nick Fowler, Charles Blackwood, Carter Baizen
Anon asked: I'm thinking Lee, Lance, Nick, Charles and Carter, since he already used Bucky with you before. Heavy degradation, spitting, lots of face slapping (and any other slapping really), brutal p in v and p in a, eventual fisting (you chose where), edging to the point you beg in between sobs, choking until you pass out and he just keeps on fucking you until you wake, cumplay and aftercare, pretty please :)
Sebastian Stan x Reader x Lee Bodecker x Lance Tucker x Nick Fowler x Charles Blackwood x Carter Baizen; dub!con, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, face slapping, tit slapping, ass slapping, pussy slapping, brutal vaginal sex, brutal anal sex, fisting, edging, choking- passing out, cumplay, aftercare
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
One day, you're both lounging on the couch and you're deep in concentration scrolling through your phone, and he notices how every now and then you get squirmy and flushed, and your breathing picks up. When you get up to get some water, he quickly grabs your phone and looks through it, only to discover you've been reading fics of himXreader, and all his charactersXreader. He goes through some of them and gets super hard instantly, and only tears his eyes off the phone when he hears you gasping, staring at him completely mortified. You try to explain, and even begin to apologize, but the wicked idea has already been formed in his mind and he moves to you at lightning speed, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you hard against the wall, pressing his body against you and letting you feel just how affected by your reading he is. Then he leans in and whispers against your face, his voice lower than usual but with a commanding tone you can't help but recognize from one of his movies.
"So you think it's okay to fantasize about being destroyed by other men while your boyfriend is sitting right next to you, huh? Well, let's see how okay you feel after I'm done with you, little girl."
"I- I'm sorry," you try, but he cuts you off with a hard slap to your cheek.
"Did I ask you to speak? No, so shut your mouth before I stuff it. Now, the way I see it, this isn't your boyfriend's fault, it's not that he's not man enough. No, it's that his little girlfriend is a fucking whore," he said, spitting on your face.
You glanced around, trying to see if there was an easy escape, and he slapped you again, harder, with enough force to leave a mark. "Stop trying to figure a way out of this, and do as you're told," he growled.
"Nick! Oh god," you whimpered, and he slapped you for a third time, your head whipping around and bumping the wall.
"Now just hold on there son, that's not how you treat a lady," he said, voice switching, accent coming out thick. "I'm sorry darlin', he shouldn't have you hit you like that. He should've hit you like this," he said mockingly, then stepped back and slapped your tit. You weren't wearing a bra, since you were at home relaxing before this, before he was making your wildest fantasies come true.
You moaned in shock and arousal as he slapped your tit again, watching it bounce and sway under your tshirt. "Needta get this off-a ya," he grunted, pulling your shirt up and over your head, then sliding your sweats and panties down until they pooled on the floor.
"There we go, that's better, innit?" he slapped your tit again, hard, making your eyes burn with tears at the sting. "Say 'Thank you, Lee', and maybe I'll go easy on ya, darlin'."
"Th-thank you Lee," you stuttered as he slapped your tit again.
"Good girl! See that wasn't so hard now was it? And because you were so good, I'm gonna let you decide if we move on to your ass now or not," he grinned, fingers stroking lightly over your breasts, goosebumps rising and your nipples hardening.
When you didn't answer right away, he pinched your nipple hard, twisting it until you shouted, "Now! Ass now, Lee!"
"That's a good job darlin', now on the couch, over my knee," he said, as he sat down, feet firmly planted on the floor, leaned back to make room for you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, then walked to him, folding yourself over his lap. Your face was pressed into the cushions, your legs hanging down limply.
Suddenly, his hand was tight in your hair, making you squeal. He pressed your face harder into the cushions, smothering you for a moment, before letting go. You gasped for breath and he spanked you hard. You screamed, not prepared at all for the strike.
"Lee?" you asked, panting, trying to turn back towards him.
He stilled you with a hand to your head, smacking your ass again. You cried out and he chuckled darkly. "Lee's not here anymore, it's just you and me now, and you're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you? Say 'yes Charles'," he ordered, letting you finally place the mannerisms.
"Yes Charles," you breathed, hissing when he slapped your ass repeatedly. When your ass was bright red and burning, he finally stopped. His hand rubbed against your flaming skin, making the tears that had been in your eyes, fall to the couch.
"Good girl, you took your punishment well. Normally I'd be ready to fuck you now, but..." he trailed off as he helped you stand in front of him on shaky legs. You watched as his body language changed, suddenly lax but with holding his good posture. "Charles is gone, now it's my turn, and I think you need a few more good spanks."
"Oh god," you whispered, and his hands shot out, yanking you down onto the couch beside him. You cried out as your ass hit the fabric, but he leaned in and hissed, "I'm your fucking god, you say my name."
"Lance! Please!" you cried, and he shoved you back until you fell on the couch. His shoulders held your legs apart as he slapped your pussy, immediately making his hand wet and sticky.
"Yeah, that's fucking right baby, scream for me," he goaded as you did scream, when he slapped your pussy again, spanking it over and over until you were sobbing, hands tearing at your hair.
He leaned down and blew on your pulsing cunt, making you keen as you shivered. "There, this cunt is ready to be fucked now," he muttered, standing up and taking his clothes off. He did a ridiculous pose that had you giggling, before he pressed himself over you. His body language changed again, becoming looser, pressing his face into your neck.
"You ready for me baby? My turn to hear you say my name, say 'Carter' and I'll give you what you want," he murmured, voice a little higher, a little lighter than usual.
"Carter," you sighed, pulling his face up to yours, kissing him quickly. He pulled back laughing and said, "You went down easy," and pried your jaw open, spitting down into your mouth. You swallowed reflexively and he groaned, releasing you and grabbing your hip and his cock.
"Fuck baby, so hot," he grunted as he lined up with your entrance, shoving forwards in one quick, brutal thrust.
You screamed, back lifting off the couch as you were split open, his cock huge and throbbing inside you. He swore as you clenched around him, shoving you back down onto the couch with a hand on your shoulder. He pressed you down hard as his hips pulled back and slammed into yours again.
"That's it baby, fucking take it, you can do it," he growled, fucking you hard as he thrust two fingers into your mouth. You gagged, but sucked on them, until they were drenched with your saliva. He removed them from your mouth and immediately moved them down, pressing them into your asshole.
You clenched around the sudden intrusion, but forced your muscles to relax as he began pumping his fingers in and out of your hole, pulling out of your pussy and pressing against you.
"Now I don't have a pepsi cup, so I guess your ass will have to do," he grinned, and began pressing the tip of his dick into your asshole.
"Lee! Please," you sobbed, as you were forced open, his dick wet with your juices, the only thing slicking the way.
"Yeah darlin', cry for me, that's a good girl," he soothed, his hips finally resting against your ass, dick all the way inside you.
You panted, clenching and releasing around him before he sat up, pulling your hips onto his lap. He began thrusting, building up a pace quickly until he was pounding your ass, with you bent nearly in half, legs in the air on his shoulders.
"Please, can I come?" you begged, pussy pulsing emptily as your ass was stuffed repeatedly.
"No, pathetic whores don't get to come when they want, and what did I tell you you are?" he sneered, making you cry.
"Nick, please, I'll do anything," you sobbed, gasping, when he stilled his hips completely buried in your ass, and shoved four fingers into your pussy, making you shriek.
"I asked what I called you," he growled, fucking your pussy hard, twisting his hand around to stretch you out.
"A pathetic whore! I'm a pathetic whore!" you shouted as he tucked his thumb and pushed his way inside your cunt until his whole hand was inside and he could make a fist.
You were moaning, babbling nonsense, as he began thrusting his hips again, his arm being pushed deeper into you with every pass.
"Now you can come baby, right...now," he said, punching his fist up into you, his other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.
You screamed again but only a wheeze came out as you came, clenched so tightly around his fist your cunt ached, spasming repeatedly. Your legs shook from their tense position on his shoulders, your arms above your head, nails dug into the armrest.
He didn't let up, holding your throat as your hearing faded, and your eyes rolled back in your head. He let go, fist stilling but hips still pumping as you slowly came back, blinking up at him and breathing heavily.
"That's my fucking girl, fuck, Jesus Christ, that was the hottest thing," he murmured, stroking your face as you moaned, your cunt tightening again. Your head spun dizzily as he slowly pulled his hand out of your cunt, then pulled out of your ass, fisting his hard cock with his wet hand. He began jerking himself, breathing heavier as you gazed dumbly up at him, mouth opening autmatically.
"Oh fuck me," he groaned, coming, ropes of it landing on your face and tits, before he directed it at your gaping pussy. When he finished, he shoved two fingers into you, spreading his cum around as you moaned.
"That's what happens when fantasize about other men little girl," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You slumped, drained, and he chuckled.
"Come here baby, let's get you cleaned up," he said softly, pulling you into his arms, your legs around his waist as he carried you through the house into the bathroom. He climbed into the tub and sat down with you on his lap, and turned on the water. You were chest to chest, your legs behind him, your face pressed into his neck.
"You with me yet baby?" he asked quietly as the tub filled.
"Mmm," you sighed, body loose and heavy. "Seb."
"I'm here, I'm right here, did so well baby. You blew me away sweetheart, we're definitely exploring some more of those writings," he said, pressing his grin to your hair. You smiled against his shoulder as he leaned forwards, turning off the water. The two of you sank deeper into the tub, moving and stretching out your legs alongside his, still resting on top of him.
"Love you Seb," you murmured, already half asleep.
"Love you too sweetheart," he replied, kissing your pursed lips, which slid into a grin after. "You rest now baby, I'll take care of you."
#sebastian stan#lee bodecker#lance tucker#nick fowler#charles blackwood#carter baizen#sebastian stan smut#lee bodecker smut#lance tucker smut#nick fowler smut#charles blackwood smut#carter baizen smut#smut#no y/n#reader insert#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan x y/n
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The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "P"
Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)
Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn
Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...
The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated
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Previous: O - Orgasm Denial
ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist
P - Possessive
You hate work parties.
You hate the mingling and the ass kissing that the junior associates have to do. Being a senior partner, the little ingrates are buzzing around you trying to get your attention.
Ok, so maybe you have an opening on your team that could give one of the bottom feeders a leg up to become a senior associate or even a junior partner. One of them, Lance, had been particularly attentive. “Can I get you a refill, Miss YLN. Bollinger?”
“Uh, sure,” you reply. You looked over his shoulder, looking for Nick. He had a faculty meeting and was running late.
“Coming right up.” Lance flashed his signature cocky grin, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You turned to another senior associate, your friend Sadie.
“What is up with Tucker?”
“You are working on that big Levinson case, and he wants in. Could be his ticket to be fast tracked to a Senior associate or junior partnership.” Sadie shrugged. “But really, that’s all up to you.”
“He is an eager one,” you replied with a sigh. “I already had an associate in mind to help but it's nice to have the attention.”
Lance comes back with your wine glass and stands next to you. It's fine, really, until you feel his hand on your lower back. You freeze and then step away from him. “Thank you for the drink, Mr. Tucker.”
Lance snickers a little. “It's not problem Ms. YLN. You know I can be a great asset to your team. Help with anything, research, filing, lunch orders, anything really to help you be less...stressed.” He emphasized that word a little and it made your stomach roll a bit.
But you never had a chance to reply...
Nick POV
Shit, I was late, so fucking late to YN’s work event. She is going to kill me. She had been talking about this event like it was the end of the world. I chuckled at the memory. She had called this crop of junior associates as “the reaping of the spoiled City children from the Hunger Games.”
As I entered the floor holding the happy hour gathering, I adjusted my collar against my jacket, having removed my tie on the ride over. As the door opened, I saw the room of professionals and scanned for my beloved. I heard her laugh and held back a snort. It was her fake laugh. I moved around and find my girl with one of her friends... and a cocky little shit next to her.
I watched as he handed her a glass of wine and then proceeded to touch my girl, placing his hand on her lower back.
I saw red.
This fucker...
Nobody touched what was mine.
As I marched over, I saw her stiffen and then step away from douche bag. I slotted right between them and kissed my girl with a soft, yet protective kiss. “I’m so sorry baby, for being late.” I could feel her relaxing in my hold. “I had to meet with the head of my department about taking that extra week we talked about for our honeymoon.”
She knew I was lying but there was no way I was going to not show my ownership of my girl’s heart to the little prick standing next to us.
Your POV
It took everything not to smirk up at Nick, the lying bastard. You were about to smile up at him like his little deviant but something in his eyes made you stop. They were hard, controlled, like he was angry. You swallowed and put up a soft smile. “That’s great Nicky.” A kiss on your temple reminded you of where we were. “Sorry, you remember my associate, Sadie and this one of our junior associates, Lance Tucker.”
Nick gave Sadie a handshake and kiss on the cheek, like normal but with Lance, he offered a nod. “Nick Vaughn, YNN’s worser half.”
Lance visibly paled. Not a lot of the lower associates knew of your engagement and his eyes flittered to the ring on your left hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Vaughn, if you could excuse me...” He took off like a dog with his tail between his legs.
“Excuse us Sadie, I just need to talk with YNN for just a moment.” He flashed his smile at her and then pulled you towards your office. His grip was not hard, but it was dominate.
“Nick, what are you doing?”
“Quiet,” he ordered. Why was his voice deeper and why was it making you want to clench your thighs together? He pushed you into the office and closed the door. Pushed you against the door and hiked one of your legs over his hip. He stared and you couldn’t form words from the absolutely smoldering looks. Then, he was kissing you hard, pushing his hips into yours. The kiss left you breathless and he pulled away.
“You. Are. Mine.” He growled.
Your breath hitched. “Nicky?”
“If I ever see another man touch you like that...” his threat faded as he kissed you again. You melted into him, his possessive side making you needy. He saw the look in your eyes, and he knew. He smirked.
“We have to be quick, baby.”
Continued in “Q”
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Rumplestiltskin, Part 1
Summary: Ransom only wanted what his brother couldn’t have
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Lance Tucker X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: forced marriage, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.6K
Series Masterlist
“Mother!” Andy’s eyes already roll, as he stands up from kneeling in front of his parents. His baby brother rudely screams through the castle as he demands attention. They had made him that way. Andy had the responsibility of taking over the kingdom of Pomona, while Ransom became a spoiled brat.
“Moth-er!” He couldn’t wait until he was in the throne room before his voice screeched out his newest disapproval over something silly. Andy was treated as an apprentice to the throne, while his brother was the sniveling child. “Mother!”
“My god, does he have to scream throughout the palace?” Andy groans, looking at his mother who was the biggest culprit for Ransom’s behavior.
“He’s young, Andrew.”
“He’s thirty-three,” Andy speaks through his teeth. A low growl emits from his throat when he hears the door swing open quickly, and his lousy brother walks through.
“Mother! Why is he getting a ball?” Ransom’s finger presses hard into Andy’s arm, and he slings Ransom off of him. “I deserve a ball, too. This isn’t fair.”
“Andy needs to pick a wife. She will be the future queen of this kingdom. It is important for him to choose wisely,” even his father was growing weary of Ransom. The King settles a bit lower into his throne, wishing Ransom could change his ways.
“Darling, you are getting a ball,” Andy and the king look at the queen, both sighing. “Andrew’s must come first. You understand don’t you, baby?” when Andy gruffs at the ridiculousness of it all, his mother turns to glare at him. “However, there is a neighboring kingdom, Melora, that has a daughter that will become their queen.”
“So she would outrank me?” Andy swears his brother stomps a foot at their mother. “No. I demand my own ball, and I will get one. She may not be queen, but I will not be under a woman. It’s unheard of. It’s my birthright to…”
“Always stay a prince,” Andy grunts before walking away. This too would be something he’ll have to clean up after his brother. He should have taken the chance to become a king, even if he was never to be The King.
Ransom eyes the crowd, already annoyed at the lack of maidens left. There were more girls at Andy’s ball, and he still didn’t choose a wife. He was destined to be alone, because he needed a strong woman. Needed someone to be his equal. Ransom wanted to rule, and there was not a meek woman here. They were all so…opinionated. They wanted to climb the social ladder, and why not use Ransom to become one the princesses of Pomona.
Their heads held high as they danced and pranced around in front of him. Pathetic. He needed someone beneath him. Someone who would treat him like the royalty he was. “Mother,” he leans over his mother’s throne, getting a side eyed glance from his father. “I don’t want women of this stature.”
“What do you mean, son?” Her delicate hand touches softly to his, just as delicate and pristine. Never had done any hard work. Never adorned a soldier’s armor. “Ransom, I don't understand.”
“I’m going to bed. I’m going to visit the kingdom. I want someone who lives in a cottage. Someone who knows that she is marrying up.”
“Son, that’s unheard of.”
“Someone that will gravel at my feet should I ask. Someone like Andy’s ferrier. Doesn’t he have a daughter? I believe his horse needs to have new shoes. Maybe I should go with my dear brother to see why he always visits him,” with a yawn he walks out of the ball. His father clenches his fist tightly at his spoiled son. Thankfully he had Andy.
You gather a bit of oats, walking over to your favorite horse, Walter, giving him a treat. Petting along his velvet nose, and giving him kisses along his smooth coat. Your father’s eyes look out into the distance as he spies the royal caravan approaching. “Daughter, get inside. Keep quiet, lest they discover your whereabouts,” this time it was different. It wasn’t just Prince Andy.
There were Andy’s colors, but a smaller group was with him. The regal prince jumps off his horse, and with a few clicks of his tongue, leads her over to your father, “She’s a bit down, sir. It’s time.”
“You always take such good care of your animals. How a man treats his animals is a good indication on how he treats others, Your Highness,” Andy shakes his head quickly, holding his hands up. “Sire, that is proper. I must address you like a subject.”
“Of course you should,” the royal brat. Ransom jumps off his own horse, with no regard to his well being. “I’m thirsty.”
“He is busy,” Andy growls back at his brother. He’s not even sure why he came along. His eyes search over the property, lingering at one of the windows. “Make yourself useful.”
“Hmm, I’m good. Do you mind if I step inside? I am quite thirsty,” Ransom responds. Andy shakes his head no, but your father gestures to the front door, “I’ll fetch my own water,” your father starts to speak, but decides against it. While Andy might not mind him speaking frankly, he gets the feeling that Ransom would throw a tantrum, demanding his death.
You start panicking. He spotted you. Andy typically came alone, save a few guards. This one was new, but you had heard of him. You spent most of the time that Andy was there looking at him through the window, before you were tasked at tending to his horse, and then to the future king. Feeding him, and giving him water before he followed you out to the barn. But now there was someone new. Untrustworthy. The cottage was quaint, with very little hiding spots.
You watch horrified as the handle turns down, and turn around to put your back to him. “What have we here?” Ransom asks with a smirk. The door already closing, as he walks closer behind you. “What is your name?”
You hesitantly give him your name, as he slowly walks behind you. His hand rests on the small of your back, and you lurch away, finally getting to see his face. “Oh,” he favored Andy in many ways. Not the pure kindness of Andy, but that was a dream that you would never see happen.
“Is something wrong, My Lady?” your eyes cast to the soup that’s cooking, needing to look away from him. You were no lady of his stature. Just a simpleton, but the way those dark blue eyes bore into your soul, it makes you twitch around. “Are you married to the ferrier?”
“He’s my father,” you squeak out, taking another glance at Ransom. You had barely heard ramblings about the younger prince. He didn’t have the responsibility looming over his head like Andy, so he never visited the kingdom.
“Really? Has he kept you locked away all this time? You’re of marrying age, am I correct?” Nodding your head, you look back out to Andy, and then return to Ransom. There was an uncomfortableness that radiated from him, and still you were curious. “Hmm,” Ransom looks out the dingy window, seeing his brother right in your eyesight.
He wondered if there was a reason that Andy chose this particular ferrier. Why did he come out a bit further for a man that wasn’t even in the city limits? Surely, there was more to coming here so often than having good horse shoes. And then he catches his brother looking into the cottage a bit directly at you. “Have you ever dreamed of becoming a princess?”
“Doesn’t every girl?”
“It’s settled then,” he walks quickly outside, snapping his fingers. “I have found her,” he doesn’t miss Andy’s footsteps walking closer to the house. His eyes worriedly look towards the cottage. Finally something that Andy wanted, but he couldn’t have. And if Andy wanted you, you were good enough for Ransom.
“Gather her up. I have found my future wife.”
“What?” You and Andy both demand at the same time. Your eyes start to well with tears at the realization of what was happening.
“Brother, you can’t be serious. She’s,” Andy bites his lip, trying to find you, needing to apologize before he says another word, “She’s a commoner. You’re a prince.”
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never be king. It isn’t important who I marry. It’s important who you marry. I wager she doesn’t have much to gather. Load her up.”
“My horse,” you say quietly. “I have a horse. I can’t leave Walter. But my father needs him for the garden.”
“I’ll buy you another horse, if you can’t make a decision. I shall see you at the palace. I’ll get a room ready for you. You’ll have to stay there until we’re married. You understand, right?” Ransom leaves quickly, and you run to the door, finally seeing Andy’s eyes. You can’t allow yourself to think that he’s just as hurt by this moment as you are. Ransom was not your Prince Charming, and Andy could never be yours.
“Father?”
“I told you to stay hidden. And I told you not to bring him,” he points at Andy. “We had a deal.”
You pick at your new dress, sitting in the small room. A room fit for a servant. In the basement, and far away from your future husband. A husband that you didn’t choose, nor did you want him. It was cruel. Inhumane. And you detested Ransom more everyday. Only allowing you to walk about the grounds accompanied by your ladies in waiting.
Oh, but if Andy was around, Ransom couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You hated him. And hated it here.
You stand up quickly when the door opens, assuming it to be another lady, but are surprised to see that it is Ransom instead. “You know,” he begins walking over to your bed. It was improper for him to be in here with you alone, and it worried you. “I realize that you don’t have a dowry.”
“You knew where I came from, Your Highness,” always with that title. Ransom was a prince, and he wanted everyone to know about it.
“You see, it’s not quite fair to me.”
“I don’t understand. You’re a prince. This kingdom…it’s yours.”
“Well, it’s my parents, and then the future king’s. Not mine. You see the predicament I’m in? I had hoped to put a smaller castle on the outskirts of our kingdom. Possibly Andy gives me a small part of the kingdom to make one of my own,” he rolls his eyes, annoyed at the fact it would be smaller, “But with no dowry, it doesn’t seem fair. I’m sure that you see this room and wonder what kind of a cruel man that I am. But I’m not cruel. I have a job for you that will make us very very rich.”
You move backwards from him, not sure exactly what he was proposing. “Did you know your father bragged to my brother that while you were but common maiden, you could spin straw into gold?”
“No, I…”
“So, since that is possible, that door,” he points over to a small door. Walking over to it, and turning back to smile at you. “This door will lead you to the answer to our problems. Don’t disappoint me,” he says before leaving you. You had heard rumors of what Ransom did when he was not with you. Not at all what an engaged man should be doing.
Your father got you into this mess. Thinking that all Andy needed was a promise, even if it was a lie. He had seen the lingering glances that you and Andy had made. Love was never enough for royals, you needed to add to their wealth, or there was no chance. Opening the door, you start sobbing. A room full of straw and a spinning wheel in the center.
“I can’t do this,” turning back around to flee, the door slams shut, and another man appears before you. “You’ve come to kill me, haven’t you?”
He walks closer to you, shaking his head. “He’s selling me isn’t he?”
“No, Your Grace. He knows not of my whereabouts. I have come to help you.”
“Unless you can spin straw into gold…”
“And I can. Where do you think your filthy lying father got the idea? Why do you think you have never met your mother? I make deals you see? I will do this for you, but what will you do for me? Choose your words very carefully.”
Your fingers twitch on your dress, looking around the room as you swallow bile. There was no way out for you. If you didn’t make this happen, you would die. If you did make this happen, you would be in his debt. “What do you desire?”
“A child. Your first born.”
“If you do this, and I don’t die. I will gift you with mine and Ransom’s first child.”
He nods his head, grabbing a handful of straw as he sits down on the spinning wheel. Beautiful strands of gold replace the straw as he starts to work. The tiniest of gleaming golden thread. “The Princess of the Golden Castle. Golden things usually get you in trouble,” he says flinching. Reaching behind him, you see him scratch his back awkwardly.
“Are you an angel?”
“A demon now, I suppose. Was once a faerie.”
Something inside of you was telling you to keep him talking. Find out what you can about the mysterious demon faerie. “What’s your name, kind sir.”
He looks up at you with the tiniest bit of kindness shining in his eyes. This wasn’t about making a deal. It was about finding a friend. He hadn’t had one in so long. Was tasked to protect the forest, but made one wrong move. His body twitches around, and he tries to fight the evil growing inside of him. “Call me Lance.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Lance.”
“Not kindness,” his eyes blink closed harshly. “This is a deal.”
“You didn’t have to offer it to me,” he happens to glance towards you one more time, there was no malice or trickery in your face. You weren’t trying to get one over on him, you were being serious.
“You’re welcome.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“It was harder than you think.”
“Could I learn to do this?” Lance shrugs his shoulders, continuing to make mountains of golden thread. “A golden castle, huh? So do you read Ransom’s mind, or do you listen in on his conversations?”
“Both.”
“He would kill me, wouldn’t he?” Lance nods his head. “What of my horse, Walter?”
“Turned him out. He was just a simple work horse. Should you be successful, you will ride one of his, black as night. That’s how they tell the difference between him and Andy. Andy’s horses are white, while Ransom’s are black.”
“Like the color of his soul,” he gives you a sad smile, you were smarter than Ransom gave you credit for.
“You would marry Ransom even though you love another?” no one had ever called you out on this notion. Your feelings towards Andy were kept a secret. No one usually came with Andy when he visited.
“I don’t have a choice.”
“You would have children with a man you don’t love.”
“My first born with Ransom belongs to you. It won’t matter.”
“You surprise me, Aurelia,” gathering up a bit more straw, you were showing him kindness that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Helping him, a demon of the forest. He believed kindness was all but gone now. You were special.
“Aurelia?”
“It means golden,” with a smile that makes Lance’s eyes glow, he goes back to his task. Hoping that this would be enough to make Ransom happy. You deserved it.
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Joel Miller & Lance Tucker & Negan Fics
hello and welcome to my masterlist! This little space features nothing but Joel Miller (TLOU) & Lance Tucker (The Bronze) & Negan (TWD). I do hope you enjoy! Please Don’t Forget to reblog the fics you enjoy!
Fics with 🤓 are favorites of mine!
Fics with 🔥 smut
Fics with 😡 angst
Fics with 💕 are fluff
Fics with 🍯 200+ notes
Fics I could possibly consider continuing 🧐
Ao3: caplanbuckybarnes
Tag my side log in fics y’all write!! @caplanreads
bear with me as i am adding fics to my new masterlsits very slowly!
updated March 24 2024
---------JOEL MILLER----
A Touch Summary: you wake up next to Joel.
--------NEGAN SMITH-----
Savior Inside Summary: just smut
--------LANCE TUCKER-----
A Baby’s First Summary: After birthing your newborn baby, you watch Lance fall in love with your new child. [link will take you to ao3]
Am I Wrong? Summary: Lance wasn’t entirely sure you’d want to work for him again. [mafia lord lance tucker x reader]
The Dead Don't Steal Summary: You’d worked for Lance for decades. He trusted you with damn near everything in his life…. what he never accounted for however, was your damned two-faced betrayal.
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Kinktober Master list
Day One- Good Boy Subby!Bucky x Reader (Mommy Kink and Edging)
Day Two - Wrap me up in your love Frank Castle x Reader, from It can’t rain all the time (Shibari and competence kink)
Day Three - A good ‘bad idea’ Mean Dom!Steve x Reader, from I love you then I hate you (Impact play and Bratting)
Day Four - Strangers in the night Unknown CE or SS character x Reader (Sensory Deprivation and Anonymous Sex)
Day Five - No work and all play Ransom x Reader (Dumbification and Free Use)
Day Six - Take everything you need Ari x Reader from Ari and his Angel series (Anal sex and Praise kink)
Day Seven - Run (You belong to me) Hulk x Reader from You, Me and the Other Guy (Primal play and Breeding kink)
Day Eight - Versatile Camboy! Sam x Reader from Whatta Man (Pegging and Mirror sex)
Day Nine - You and me, always Steve x Bucky (Oral sex and a Uniform fetish)
Day Ten - Can't fight the moonlight Werewolf! Ari x Reader (Cream Pie and Werewolf/Shifter)
Day Eleven - All for one, and one for all SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Triple Penetration and Aftercare)
Day Twelve - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 1 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Orgy and Sex Pollen)
Day Thirteen - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 2 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Size Kink and Bukkake)
Day Fourteen - Things that go bump in the night Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood & Nick Fowler x Reader (Gangbang and Clothing Disparity) DARK FIC
Day Fifteen - Once more, with feeling DBF! Steve x Reader from Like fireworks on the 4th July (Overstimulation and Sex Toys)
Day Sixteen - Trust in me Virgin Pre-Serum Steve x Vampire Bucky (Lingerie and Vampire)
Day Seventeen - Give you hell Lance Tucker x Reader (Hate Sex and Cum Marking)
Day Eighteen - I own you (body and soul) Loki x Reader (CNC x Dacraphilia)
Day Nineteen - Good girls get treats Daddy!Val x Puppy!Reader x Mommy!Nat from Good Pup (Pet Play and WLW)
Day Twenty - It's all about experience Peter Parker x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader (Cuckolding and Age Difference)
Day Twentyone - Tit for tat SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Voyeurism and JOI)
Day Twentytwo - Whatever he wants Mafia!Tony x Reader (Exhibitionism and Objectification)
Day Twentythree - Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my! Zemo x OFC! Marcy from Bad Kids (Knifeplay and Roleplay)
Day Twentyfour - Sex outside the bedroom Sam x Bucky, part of BBB22 (Leather and Frotting)
Day Twentyfive - Control Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Degradation and Omoroshi)
Day Twentysix - I was made for loving you Sam x Bucky, fits into my SamBucky Stories (Nipple play and Intercrural Sex)
Day Twentyseven - Food for thought Thor x Reader (Oral Fixation and Food play)
Day Twentyeight - Need you now Nomad Steve x Reader (A/B/O and Biting)
Day Twentynine - Her Master's voice Loki x Reader (High Protocol D/S and Collaring)
Day Thirty - To sleep, perchance to dream Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom (Somnophilia and Tentacle Sex)
Day Thirtyone - Very, very frightening Sex Worker Thor x Reader, from Thunderbolts and Lightning (Electroplay andSafeword usage)
Tagging some beauts: @sidepartskinnyjeans @christywantspizza @yarnforbrains @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @lunarbuckv @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @poppunksnowwhite @summerofsnowflakes @tuiccim @bucky-barnes-diaries
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Vera I'm so sorry you are still shadowbanned! I wish tumblr would get their stuff together.
For the fanfic writer's asks: 1,5,12,25,55,69,71
Hope you have fun answering them <3
Hi, yeah the shadowban is….ugh, annoying. Definitely annoying.
Thank you for the questions!
1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?
Oh wow…I think I daydream more than I write. I daydream all the time and I’m pretty sure half the stuff that’s in my head I’ve never even started writing. But if I finally start writing then I’m not stopping till it’s done lol
I’ll sit the next few days on a one shot or chapter or whatever and I need to finish it. 😂😂
5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?
Fuck I- I don’t know
Let’s see
The au’s with @jamneuromain “broken bones and broken hearts” ( Steve Rogers x reader) & “together or not at all” (Steve Rogers x reader, Nick Gant x reader, Johnny storm x reader, Jake Jensen x reader) in the second one is a lot ready and there’s also a loooot of smut lol just so y’all know
Then there’s “drownin siren” Steve Rogers x mermaid reader
I’ve planned a sub!mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader one shot
A meet-cute for Stucky!! Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
I have a Lloyd Hansen x reader smut Drabble ( ready to post actually)
Oh Noise pt 3, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader smut, which is nearly finished [ pt 1 is here pt 2 here ]
I’m planning a grumpy!roommate!Curtis x reader au :) but haven’t started one this one yet
Oh god there’s also pretty boy pt 2, sub!Steve Rogers x reader smut [ pt 1 is here ]
Omg i still have more; mean!dom!steve Rogers x villain!(sub)reader
Is it weird that I’m already planning my kinktober list? But yeah I’m doing that too
I have also a pt two to the Lance tucker shot “stretch you (out)” that I think I haven’t posted yet?
I’m working on so many things rn fuck I hadn’t noticed until now
12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?
Sometimes yes, I definitely some background stories and I like planning how every character met or if they had any relationships before with them etc
Definitely also about their family history or school
But I don’t think more than that
25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?
I love making moodboards hahhahaha
I like writing because of all the possibilities i have!
And also interacting with people. I know many people don’t leave feedback and that’s okay BUT when i finally see Someone comment or reblog something even with just a emoji or gif I’m in heaven. It makes me so so happy to talk about my work or answer questions. Idk, I just love interacting with others. I’d say im really shy in rl and it’s just so much better on tumblr. Here I feel like I found my people and I can be myself:)
55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?
“He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush”
I use this often or always the -ing verb form
I feel like there’s also always some kind of misunderstanding? There are definitely a few oneshots and fics with this trope
There was something else I wanted to addd but I forgot what
69. What are your favorite fic at the moment?
Ohhhh I love “in the snow” By @postmodernmulticoloredcloak
71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?
Id say it depends on the day. Sometimes I’m writing all day long and the next day I’m reading all the time:)
Thank you for all these questions!!!!! Love you!!!!!!
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𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞
welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.
18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.
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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:
𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader
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𝒎��𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader
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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader
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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader
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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader
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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader
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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader
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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader
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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader
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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader
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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader
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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader
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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader
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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader
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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader
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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader
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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader
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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader
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