Sebastian Stan + characters imagines

Lance Tucker

Warnings: abusive relationship and slight smut

Kind of inspired by He hit me (and it felt like a kiss) - The Crystals (1962)

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Your pov

I've been seeing a therapist for a few weeks now, my mom told me it was better for me to talk to someone after my last relationship.

"Okay so y/n, how did you felt that night?" my therapist asks.

That night

We're having dinner like every other night, with the same old boring food. Tonight i cooked chicken with some peas and mashed potatoes on the side.

"Lance, can we talk? We never have a conversation." I say, he sighs and nods.

"Sure, uh- how was your day?" he asks. Okay, that's a good start.

"Nice, Yours?" he mutters the same answer as me while he stabs the chicken with his fork.

"Do you care about me?" he doesn't say anything but only nods, doesn't look like he does. "Doesn't look like you do."

He hits the table really hard making me flinch, he get up and looks at me dead in the eyes. "Stop saying bullshit, y/n. I do fucking care about you, so shut the fuck up." he screams.

"No need to yell at me." i say while shaking.

It's not the first time something like this happened, just after a few months of dating, he started to act like this.

He started to cheat on me there and there but i know that deep down he loves me, and that I'm the only one he wants.

"I can do whatever the fuck i want." he looks at me and smirks, i hate it when he acts like that though.

"Then no need to be a jerk." i get up and started to walk towards our room but he pins me to the wall.

"What was that?" he knows that i won't open my mouth so he slaps me on the cheek. "Answer me you-" he realizes what he's done.

I put my hand on my cheek where he slapped me, he never got this violent towards me. I never thought he would.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so sorry. Shit, come here." he pulls me in his arms and hugs me with all tenderness there was.

"What the fuck, Lance." I then feel some tears running down my cheeks, he continues to embrace me in his arms and kisses my head.

"Shh, i know, im sorry." he pulls my chin and leans in for a kiss, i kiss him back and we started to make out.

He kisses my neck roughly as we start to undress each other, he lifts me up and runs his tip to my entrance before getting in slowly.

We both sigh in pleasure then he starts to thrusts in me. He puts his hand on my red cheek where he slapped me and runs his thumb on my lips.

"You know im sorry and i love you, right?" he says like he was worried I'd say something like 'Well, i don't love you.'.

"I know." I mumble. He kisses my lips in a passionate way as he continues to thrusts in me.

Present moment

"He hit me, and it felt like a kiss. He hit me, but it didn't hurt me. I knew he loved me, and i knew i loved him. And when he kissed me, he made me his." I say.